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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“ 2:1 Lord Baltimore
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š“ Script: 2:1 Lord Baltimore
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Last updated: 8/8/2015
Program air date: 9/22/2014 in the US
Permalink: http://wp.me/pDKwi-1e2
Source: Raw Scripts from Springfield [UK]: http://bit.ly/1Do56Zu
NBC Episode Plot Summary: http://bit.ly/1ImyyUA
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Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Director: Michael W Watkins
Writers: Jon Bokenkamp, John Eisendrath
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Script: 2:1 Lord Baltimore
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Blurb Red starts out in Cameroon trying to get the name of the bounty hunter Berlin has hired to find him. It is Lord Baltimore, a notorious cyber-sleuth.
[ā« music ZZ Topās āLa Grangeā plays ]
Man: Whoo!
[ Indistinct shouting ]
ā« Haw, haw, haw, haw Well, I hear itās fine ā
If youāve got the time ā Ha! ā
And the 10 to get yourself in ā
[ Gunfire, shouting ]
A-hmm, hmm
And I hear itās tight āMost every night
Man: Yeah! But now I might be mistaken
A-hmm, hmm, hmm [ Guitar solo ]
[ Cheering ] [ Indistinct conversations ]
Red: [ Chuckling ] Oh, my stars. Is that how you cope with this insufferable humidity? I couldnāt do it.
Yaabari: We had an agreement.
Red: We did.
Yaabari: I told you if I ever found you in my territory again, Iād kill you.
Red: Tell the boy not to pull on the brim of the hat.
Yaabari: Whatās in the box?
Red: Iāve come to propose a business transaction.
Yaabari: No, we have no business. The box.
[ Men shouting in Bantu ]
Red: Typically, I steer clear of tin-pot dictators who employ boy soldiers, but Iām afraid this situation is unique.
[ Speaking Bantu ] [ Man holds gun to Redās head ]
Red: Well, now youāre being shortsighted.
[ Speaking Bantu ]
Red: Tell him to put the gun down.
[ Shouting in Bantu ] [ Yaabari shoots man ]
Red: Iām glad to know youāre a man of decisive action. You see, Yaabari, you didnāt actually find me. I found you. And while your prepubescent ruffians may not know it, they brought me here to strike a deal that could benefit all of us.
Yaabari: What kind of deal?
Red: A man calling himself Berlin hired a bounty hunter to find me and my associates. That bounty hunter worked for you. Iāve since dispatched of him, but if Berlin hired one bounty hunter, he hired five. I want their names. Iām willing to pay $3 million. We do need to move quickly, though.You have ā
Yaabari: Or what?
Red: Or you give me the names for free. [ Laughs ] We really should act swiftly.
Yaabari: We really should kill you and keep your money.
Red: Now, thereās a point of view that I can relate to. [ Laughs ] Yaabari, look at me. Give me what I want, or so help me God, Iāll make it rain fire on you.
Yaabari: Kill him.
[ Whooshing ] [š„Explosionš„] [ Indistinct shouting ]
Red: Funny thing I recently acquired three hellfire missiles at a considerable discount. If you give me what I want, I can still call off the other two. But Iāll need to borrow your phone.
Yaabari: I know nothing.
Red: Mm. I think you do, Yaabari. I think youāve heard things. Who else has Berlin hired to hunt me?
Yaabari: The Cuban.
Red: Orci. Iāve dealt with Orci. Who else?
Yaabari: I told you I donāt know! [ Whooshing ] [š„Explosionš„] Okay.
Red: Itās okay.
Yaabari: There was someone. I-I canāt remember his name. They call him something the, The Prince, The Lord.
Red: Lord Baltimore.
[ā« ZZ Topās āLa Grangeā plays ]
Yaabari: Fetch the water! What are you doing? Go, go!
Reven Wright: He burned it? Are you kidding me? $3 million?
Martin: We understand he has a lead.
Wright: Reddington has had lots of āleadsā in the past two months. That was supposed to help us in our search for thisā¦ We still donāt even know what this Berlinās real name is. One thing we do know is that the FBI has allowed its #4 to hand out $12 million in untraceable black-bag cash to his friends.
Martin: That money was used for local intel, ā and Iām confident that Reddingā
Wright: That money has people on the Intelligence Committee asking questions.
Martin: The actions that concern you were approved by my predecessor. Now, I donāt want to criticize Harold Cooper, and God knows I wish him a speedy recovery, but as Interim Director of this task force, I can assure you the situation is under control.
Wright: I am the Deputy Attorney General. If I say I want to talk to Reddington, I talk to Reddington.
Ressler: Thatās great, but we have a thing here ā Reddington only talks with Elizabeth Keen.
[ā« Caught a Ghostās āNo Sugar In My Coffeeā plays ]
Donāt want no sugar in my coffee
It makes me mean,
Lord, it makes me mean
(Donāt want no)
ā« Well, you can trace
Lines in your face
But thatās the way that your spirit makes you walk
Though you hate
To see it gone
This old worldās just put days on your floor
ā« And all Iāve seen
And all youāve done
All it means, weāll be sorry when youāre gone
Red: [ Chuckles ] Did you take a different route?
Liz: Justice is freaking out.
Red: Change your hotel?
Liz: Hellfire missiles? ā Seriously?
Red: Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about.ā¤
Liz: Martin wonāt protect the task force. He doesnāt care that Berlin is still targeting us. And without Cooper to defend our actions ā
Red: People love to decry big brother, the NSA, the government listening in on their most private lives, yet they all willingly go online and hand over the most intimate details of those lives ā to big data.
Liz: Most people donāt care that Google knows their search history.
Red: They know more than that. They know your habits, the banks you use, the pills you pop, the men or women you sleep with. Every piece of information is worth something to somebody. And in the hands of the wrong person, that could be deadly.
Liz: You have a lead.
Red: Lord Baltimore is in town.
Liz: Lord Baltimore?
Red: Heās a tracker by trade, but his methods are thoroughly modern. Heās made an art of combing through cyberspace, finding the status updates, financial records, and location blips that virtually everyone leaves behind in the modern age.
Liz: And he has a new target?
Red: Yes. Me. Follow this, Lizzie. Itās our first lead. If we find Lord Baltimore, he may very well point us to Berlin.
Liz: Berlin has hired a skip tracer who calls himself Lord Baltimore.
Martin: Two months, and Reddington brings you a bounty hunter?
Liz: Heās more than a bounty hunter. Heās a statistician.
Martin: Even less impressive. What does he do, find them with a slide ruler?
Aram: No. With data analytics.
Ressler: Youāve heard of this guy?
Aram: Yeah. Lord Baltimore is an urban legend. They say he roams the deep web, hunting those who donāt wish to be found. Uses some sort of collection algorithms to build a dossier based on the information that people give away online.
Liz: Heās a data miner. Aram, can you pull up that file you showed me? āā Rowan Mills. She works as a data engineer at Quancord Analytics.
Aram: Agent Keen asked me to look for any irregularities in the accounts of employees at the six big data firms.I found several, but this was especially odd: a $250,000 payment that went into Millsā I.R.A. out to an offshore account.
Rowan Mills: Yes, $250,000 was deposited into my I.R.A., but as soon as I saw that, I changed my passwords and I reported it. Iām telling you, Iām the victim here.
Liz: And you said this wasnāt the first time you were targeted?
Rowan: There was an incident in August.
Ressler: What kind of an incident?
Rowan: Someone accessed my systems.
Liz: Looking for what? Bank accounts? Credit-card numbers?
Rowan: It would be impossible to know what they were looking for because the data we gather has no limits.
Liz: They were looking for someone who doesnāt want to be found.
Ressler: Could the data that was taken help them do that?
Rowan: Yes. Thatās what we do.
Liz: Did you hear what she said?
Ressler: Youāre being paranoid.
Liz: How easy it is to track someone? I mean, I just feel like ā I donāt know ā someone is watching me.
Ressler: Is that why youāre living out of your trunk? Those motels? The aliases? You got to stop doing that, Keen. Tomās dead.
Liz: You talk to Dr. Friedman yet?
Ressler: Donāt change the subject.
Liz: The visits are mandatory.
Ressler: Look, the Bureau isnāt interested in our mental health. Theyāve assigned a shrink to talk to us to cover their asses in case one of us wigs out, but that aināt gonna be me.
Liz: Youāre too healthy to talk to a shrink?
Ressler: I talk to you all the time. Arenāt you board certified?
Liz: Yeah. And in my professional opinion, I think you need to talk to Dr. Friedman.
Man: He here? āā Lord Baltimore has found Reddington. The extraction will take place tomorrow. But the Feds are involved now. That complicates things. There will be additional expenses.
Berlin: [ Muttering ] What?
Man: Aah! [ Gurgling ] [ Gasping ]
Berlin: I said no additional expenses. You deliver Reddington to me within 24 hours, or we take another bath.
[ Cellphone chimes ] You have one new message.
Computerized voice: Hello, Rowan. I know about that little chat you had today with the FBI. So, Iām going to make this real simple for you. Iām warning you, do not talk to them again. I know where you live.
Liz: This person calls you by name.
Rowan: [ Sighs ] I donāt know. It could be anyone.
Ressler: Itās as if they know you, though.
Liz: What about the apartment? Any reason to believe there might be something missing, ā out of place?
Rowan: You think someoneās been in here?
[ Cellphone vibrates ]
Liz: Hey, perfect timing. Iām gonna need you to trace a call.
Aram: Okay. Great. But I have something. Our suspect, Mills, sheās telling the truth. Security at Quancord Analytics confirm her terminal was hacked from the outside.
Liz: Any idea what was taken?
Aram: Uh, yeah, like, a gajillion bytes of online data, ā which makes no sense.
Liz: Why?
Because Mr. Reddingtonās a Luddite. No e-mail, no computer, no digital communication of any kind. I mean, Dembe uses disposable flip phones for Godās sakes. Why would Berlin hire Lord Baltimore to track him? Unless ā
Liz: You think they might be looking for one of us?
Aram: Not a day goes by where I donāt think about Agent Malik.
Liz: Me too.
Aram. What number do you need me to trace?
Liz: Rowan Mills received a message last night. I need a location.
[ Tires screech ]
Agent: FBI!
[ Indistinct shouting. SWAT team enters apartment ]
Liz: Ressler. Letās get Mills in here. I want to see how she reacts to this.
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Rowan: [ Sighs ] What is this place?
Liz. This way.
[ Police radio chatter ]
Ressler: So, what arenāt you telling us?
[ Sighs ] Nothing.
Ressler: Your name is on the lease. We know you were using the screen handle Lord Baltimore.
Rowan: Who?
Liz: The same data that was hacked from your work terminal is on the laptop we found here. You stealing data for Berlin to find Raymond Reddington?
Rowan: I donāt know any Raymond Reddington. I have never set foot in this place before in my life.
Red: Hello, Harold. Please apologize to Charlene, your side gate may need a new lock. A get-well present. It looks so soft. Shea butter? [ Gives Harold flash drive ]
Cooper: Is this what I think it is?
Red: When are you coming back to work?
Cooper: Iām not.
Red: Things are at a tipping point, Harold. Your replacement has the unfortunate distinction of being both untrustworthy and incompetent.
Cooper: Iāve informed the Bureau. Itās time to be with my family. Charleneās from the Dominican. Iāve always promised weād spend more time there.
Red: I hate sand.
Cooper: If this is some kind of threat?
Red: Itās not a threat, Harold. Itās a bribe. That is my only copy of Our Little Adventure in Kuwait. Iām giving it to you only to underscore the urgency of our situation.
Cooper: Iām not coming back.
Red: You need to get back on your feet. Thereās no shame in being a cripple.
Cooper: Iāll remember you to Charlene.
Red: I know what they found while you were at the hospital. I know about the diagnosis. Letās get the job done.
Liz: I mean, you got to do better than that.
Rowan: Itās the only possible explanation.
Liz: And this Nora ā She died?
Rowan: In Mosul, seven years ago. But if what youāre saying is true, if all of this is real, then itās the only explanation. My twin sister is alive.
Concierge: Itās nice to have you back, Mr. Howe. Your rib eye is on its way to your room along with a complimentary bottle of ā82 Margaux.
Red: Thank you, Steven.
Concierge: Are you sure you want to take the stairs?
Red: Doctorās orders. Weāll be fine. āā I donāt remember him. Find out who he is and put two more men on detail downstairs.
[ Helicopter blades whirring ]
Red: You hear that? [ Indistinct shouting ] [ Screaming, gunshots ]
[ They take Red, leave in helicopter ]
Man: Letās go! Take him to the roof.
Red: Lord Baltimore. Arenāt you a surprisingly saucy minx.
Samar Navabi: [ Speaking Hebrew ] Unbelievable. Iām sorry. Who is it exactly that you think I am?
Red: Youāre Mossad. Please donāt tell me this is about that little dust-up in Haifa.
Samar: That ādust-upā claimed the lives of two agents and a Turkish diplomat.
Red: [ Laughs ] A diplomat? I had nothing to do with it.
Samar: Then you have nothing to worry about.
Red: Oh, you have no idea how I wish that were true. I have tens of thousands of things to worry about. Fortunately, you, my dear, are not one of them.
Samar: And why is that?
Red: Because the person you just informed of my capture is going to release me within the hour.
Samar: Arenāt we confident today?
Red: Iām confident every day.
Samar: And I thought we had nothing in common.
Rowan: I have no idea what that goes to.
Ressler: It was found in your apartment.
Rowan: Iāve told you Iāve never set foot in that place before.
Liz: Letās talk about your sister. Now, this is Rowan, and Noraās on the left.
Lois (their mother): Rowan was my first child by three minutes. [ Lois Mills ]
Liz: How could you tell them apart?
Lois: [ Laughs ] Rowan was a silly heart, always smiling. [ Chuckles ] She was a happy child.
Liz: And Nora?
Lois: She was complicated.
Rowan: She was molested by our Uncle Rick from the time we were ā I didnāt believe her.
Nobody did. Everybody just went on like nothing happened, ā for everybody but ā Nora. Nora had problems. She hated me, hated our mom. She hated everybody.
Lois: After that, she was lost, didnāt fit in. I thought her getting that job with that company, that security firm, it really was the best thing she could do.
Gossling: Nora. Ah, that girl, she was fearless. First one in, last one out. Hell, if half the boys on my crew had a pair like her, well, you could crown me king and take the afternoon off.
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Liz: She pressured you? How?
Rowan: She wanted me to use my position at work to try to get information on people at a competing security firm. Stuff that she could use to get the upper hand.
Liz: And when you refused, she hit you?
Rowan: She flew out the next morning, and three weeks later, she was killed.
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Gossling: Her team was tasked with clearing hostiles out of a neighborhood in Ad-Dawr. Lead truck got taken out by an I.E.D., they came under heavy insurgent fire. We lost all four operatives that day.
Ressler: It says here her body was never recovered.
Gosling: Thatās true. She was taken.
Ressler: Taken?
Gossling: Well, they took her and did God knows what with that girl.
Ressler: So you never recovered her body?
Gossling: Uh, I donāt believe sheās still alive.
Ressler: But there is a chance she is.
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Rowan: But thatās why youāre releasing me, because you think sheās still out there.
Liz: Yes.
Rowan: But what if she comes after me? What if she comes after our mother?
Liz: Rowan, we canāt hold you. We have no probable cause.
Red: Your younger brother, Shahin, was killed in the 2009 Pishin Bombing. In Farsi, Shahin, means ā Falcon.
Samar: How did you know?
Red: I know everything about the people who are tasked with finding me. Your turn. How did you do it?
Samar: You possess an affinity for Zegna ties.
Red: So do millions of other men.
Samar: Thousands, actually at least in the Northeast Corridor.
Red: Nonetheless, this sample was far too broad to be of any practical use.
Samar: However, we couldnāt help but notice that you lean toward a darker, earth-tone palate ā chocolate and oxblood ā geometric shapes, rarely stripes. We introduced a diblock copolymer nanoparticle marker into the brown dye in their factory in Novara, which supplies all the vendors on the Eastern seaboard.
Red: Effectively turning every earth-toned Zegna tie into a homing device. Brilliant. Just like a bloodhound.
Dr. Friedman: Agent Ressler.
Ressler: [ Sighs ] Sorry, Dr. Friedman, but weāre in the middle of an investigation.
Friedman: You do know I could suspend you pending assessment.
Tech: We identified the key you found in Millsā apartment. The lab says it belongs to a van, a ā77 G-series van.
Ressler: Tell Keen I went to pay the mother another visit.
Liz: Agent Ressler.
Aram: Hey, I got something! I got something. Okay, so, the collection algorithms ā that Lord Baltimore uses?
Liz: Yeah.
I applied them to the data he hacked, and, uh, I think I see how he does it. Itās amazing. Heās using personal details about his targetās life to create markers to narrow his search. So heās looking for someone who lived in D.C. before 1990, has a prescription for Lipitor through Medco, downloads World War II documentaries on Netflix not Amazon and has a digital subscription to both the Wall Street Journal and CatFanatic.
Liz: Reddington has a subscription to Cat Fanatic?
Aram: No. Turns out Lord Baltimoreās not looking for Mr. Reddington.
Martin: Your suspectās been remanded into my custody.
Samar: This references a task force. What task force?
Martin: Itās a matter of national security.
Red: Perhaps next time.
Martin: Keen wants you to take a look at these.
Red: Ms. Navabi. Jundallah claimed responsibility for the bomb that killed your brother.
They had nothing to do with it. I can give you the name of the man who did.
Samar: Walid Abu Sitta. Disappeared from his hotel room in Jiyeh last May. Police are baffled.
Red: Are they?
Liz: What the hell is going on? Martin said you were extracted by Mossad.
Red: Weāll discuss it later. What am I looking at?
Liz: Targets. Turns out Berlin didnāt contract Lord Baltimore to find you. Heās looking for a woman.
Red: What woman?
Liz: Weāre not sure. We only know her profile. Aram was able to narrow the search, but that still leaves us with over 200 potential targets.
Red: Naomi Hyland.
Liz: Who? W-who is Naomi Hyland?
Red: You need to get a unit to her right now.
Liz: Sheās in protective custody. Wait. I donāt understand. Uh, how do you know?
Red: Listen, Lizzie. Berlin is coming for this woman. You have to move now.
Liz: Why? Who the hell is Naomi Hyland?
Red: She was my wife.
[ Several couples talking over wine ]
[ Laughter ] I never said that
You said you donāt believe in God.
You said you donāt believe in God, ā then youāre an atheist.
Youāre an atheist.
Well, you can be an atheist and believe in a higher power.
For me, that higher power is shopping.
[ Laughter ] Yeah, my credit-card bills prove that.
Frank [ Naomiās husband ]: You know what I believe in? Naomi.
Iāll drink to that.
Oh.
[ Chuckles ] Think we need more wine?
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Yes, please.
[ Chuckles ] [ Sighs ]
[ā« Soft jazz music playing ]
[ Metal clanks ] [ Indistinct conversation ]
Frank: Honey, what was the name of the lodge in the Alleghenies? You remember, the one with the fireplace and the moose head?
[ Laughter ]
Woman: [ Gasps ]
Frank: Whatās going on?
Naomi: Iām sorry.
What are you talking about?
Agent: U.S. Marshals. Everyone stay calm.
Frank: What is this? What are you doing in my house?
Agent: Naomi! Mrs. Hyland, I need you to come with me now. We have a credible threat.
Naomi: Heās back, isnāt he?
[ Door opens ]
Hey, itās me. Itās Marcus. You know why Iām here.
Rowan: Donāt come any closer.
Marcus: Iām not here to hurt you. Just relax. I want you to hear this.
[ He turns on phonograph ]
[ā« The Ink Spotsā āWe Threeā plays ]
We three Weāre all alone Take your time.
Living in a memory ā Youāre okay.
My echo, my shadow ā And me
Marcus: You know who you are who I am.
ā« We three Weāre not a crowd
[ Ressler is investigating grounds of Loisā house ]
Lois: You shouldnāt be here! You canāt come here like this! No! N-N-No!
Marcus: Itās starting to come back now, isnāt it?
Lois: You need a warrant! [ Motor whirring ] My daughter, she told me not to let anyone back here! No! If she finds out ā Oh, my God! No, no!
Marcus: I hate to remind you of what happened on Fullerton, but you know, donāt you?
ā« moonlight that shines above
Marcus: You remember.
ā« I walk with my shadow
[ Motor whirring ]
ā« I talk with my echo ā
But where is the one I love? ā
We three ā Weāll wait for you ā
Nora/Rowan: [ Inhales sharply ] How long was I gone?
[ Answering machine beeps ]
Ressler: Keen. I just found Nora Millsā body. I donāt know. Either Rowan is the greatest liar in the world, or some kind of split happened. Give me a call back.
Agent: Mrs. Hyland, itās important we move quickly.
Naomi: You think Iām gonna run, just just walk away and and start over again? āCause you and I both know thatās where this is going.
Agent: Mrs. Hyland.
Naomi: Iām ā Iām not going anywhere.
Man: Who said anything about cops?
Marcus: Itās fine.
Man: Well, it donāt look fine.
Marcus: I said itās fine.
Nora/Rowan: Hey, look at me. Weāve been over this. Do your damn job. Move on my signal.
Naomi: I had a life, you know? [ Voice breaking ] My daughter had a life with a house and a dog. And then I woke up one day. You canāt imagine what itās like to have a man like Raymond Reddington turn your life upside down. They accused me of being a part of it? Somehow, I was a suspect. Put my life under a-a microscope every call, e-every charge. My assets were ā [ Sighs ] I finally convinced them I was innocent. They said I had to go, give up everything. I remember it was a Wednesday afternoon. My daughter wasnāt even out of school yet. And by Thursday, we were in Philadelphia, fending for ourselves.
[ Indistinct conversation ]
Agent: [ In background conversation ] You need to talk to your wife.
Liz: Youāre gonna have to tell him.
[ At Loisā house, where agents are investigating ]
[ Nora/Rowan shoots ] [Silenced gunshot: agent down ] [ Silenced gunshot: agent down ]
Naomi: We can be ready in 20 minutes.
Liz: Okay, Iāll let them know.
[ Door opens, silenced gunshots ] [ Women screaming ]
Liz: Get down!
[ Indistinct shouting ] [ Taser crackling ]
Liz: I need backup! ā
[ Taser crackling ]
ā Aah!
[ Gunshot ] [ Grunting ] [ Grunts ] [ Grunts ] [ Sirens wailing ] [ Tires screech ]
What are you doing?!
Ow! Aah!
[ Naomi is taken ]
[ Whimpering ]
[ Liz subdues Nora/Rowan ]
Liz: Dembe, put him on. I found Lord Baltimore.
[ Naomi crying loudly, panting ] [ Breathing heavily ]
Berlin: Hello Mrs. Reddington.
[ Breathing heavily ]
Liz: Where is she?
Nora/Rowan: I have already told you I donāt know what youāre talking about!
Liz: You are Lord Baltimore. You were paid by a man who calls himself Berlin to extract Naomi Hyland. I need to know! Where was she taken?
Ressler: Iām gonna ask you again ā Naomi Hyland?
Marcus: I donāt know why youāre talking to me. Nora put this together.
Liz: A womanās life is in jeopardy here. I need Nora to tell me where she is.
Nora/Rowan: Then find her! Ask Nora!
Liz: I am asking her!
Ressler: Youāre the expert, but from where I sit, this is the perfect setup. One personality hiding behind the other, able to commit a crime and yet have no memory of it.
Liz: Well, thatās not exactly how it works.
Ressler: Rowan passed the lie-detector test.
Liz: Thatās because Rowanās unaware of Nora and Noraās unaware of Rowan. Thatās how dissociative identity disorder works. The two canāt conspire.
Ressler: [ Chuckles ] Well, then weāre screwed because we have Rowan and we need Nora. Liz: What we need to do is identify the trigger the image, sound, memory that flips her switch. Of course. Itās him.
[ Liz takes photo of Nora/Rowan and Marcus from evidence board ]
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Liz: You were at her apartment. Youāre in her photos. What are you, some kind of handler?
Marcus: Iām nobody.
[ Grunts, inhales sharply ] [ Breathing heavily ]
Marcus: She runs everything.
With your help. Youāre manipulating her. Youāre looking at life in prison. Cooperate, and maybe we can make a deal. Tell me about her trigger.
[ Door opens ]
Liz: You know I think you were right. I think Nora survived that incident in Mosul.
I think she escaped, came home, and killed Rowan.
Nora/Rowan: What?
[ā« The Ink Spotsā āWe Threeā plays ]
Nora/Rowan: Th-Thatās impossible.
Liz: Nora killed Rowan because she envied her. She wanted to become her. She wanted to be the good sister, the sister who didnāt get abused by her uncle.
Nora/Rowan: Youāre lying. Nobody murdered Rowan! Iām Rowan!
Liz: No, Rowan is dead. You murdered your sister, didnāt you, Nora? Thatās what caused the split ā the trauma and guilt of the murder.
Nora/Rowan: No, I- Iām Rowan Mills!
ā« We three Weāre not a crowd Weāre not even company
Liz: It was playing that night, wasnāt it?
ā« My echo My shadow And me
Liz: Do you remember how it felt that night? Do you remember what you were feeling, Nora, when you killed your sister? Itās over, Nora. Marcus cut a deal. Tell me where you took Naomi Hyland.
[ Police radio chatter, siren wailing ]
Liz: We got here too late.
Red: Describe the scene.
Itās [ Sighs ] bloody. Lord Baltimoreās men, theyāre all dead, ā all but one, and I donāt think heās ā
Red: Let me speak with him.
What? Why?
Red: Because he didnāt survive. He was left alive to deliver a message, and it wonāt be to you. Itās for me.
Liz: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! [ Breathing raggedly ] The man with one hand, what did he instruct you to say?
Man: [ Weakly ] The Blue Jay on Benning Road. N-Number 604.
[ Cellphone snaps shut ] [ Door opens ] [ Clears throat ]
Naomi: If youāre looking for him, I canāt help you. You have to listen to me. Reddington, ā I havenāt I havenāt seen him in 20 years.
Berlin: [ Chuckles ] I need you to lay down.
Naomi: [ Voice breaking ] No, please. Please, Iām begging you. Iā I canāt help you.
Berlin: I donāt want your help! [ Mutters ] Thatās nice. Hold still. [ Camera shutter clicks ]
Dembe: You should let me go in first.
[ Television playing ] [ Indistinct shouting ] [ Shouting in Spanish, pounding on door ]
Voice: Sucio!
[ Dembe and Red search apartment. Red finds pocket watch placed on pillow with picture of Naomi inside ]
Liz: I talked to Reddington. He couldnāt find her.
Ressler: A winās a win. Lord Baltimoreās off the street. Did I hear right? Was Reddington detained by some, uh, Mossad agent?
Liz: Yeah, apparently Martin had to negotiate his release.
Ressler: Well, any agent who can track down Reddington, Iām buying them a beer.
[ Knock on door ]
Dr Friedman: Congratulations. I heard you captured the man you were after. I thought maybe now we could [ sighs ] go over a couple things, maybe take stock. [ Sternly ] Agent Ressler. I will recommend you for suspension.
Ressler: Look, I donāt mean to be a prick here, but Iām not sure what you think youāre gonna fix.
Friedman: Yeah, Iām not sure either ā Until we talk.
Ressler: About what? Those agents who died today? About the fact that we lost a woman that we were supposed to protect? How do I feel about that? I feel like crap. But I know the good we do here, why it matters. And am I worried that someday itās not gonna be enough? Yeah. And when that day comes, youāll be the first to know.
Man: Elizabeth? The judge signed it. May be of little solace, but he granted your application for the annulment. As far as the District of Columbia is concerned, you were never married to Thomas Keen. Itās none of my business, but I noticed youāre keeping his name.
Liz: My husband ā
ā« Do the right thing, do the right thing
Liz: ā was an impostor, a fake. Keen was never his name.
ā« Diversionary (Do the Right Thing)
Sung by Ages and Ages
Written by Tim Michael Perryā« [Do the right thing do the right thing
do it all the time do it all the time
make yourself right, never mind them]
donāt you know youāre not the only one sufferingā« I see you up again wandering so diligently
crossing your tās as though it werenāt irrelevant
they say formality, this is what they really meant:
they can be the walk and we can be the pavementā« Do the right thing do the right thing
do it all the time do it all the time
make yourself right, never mind them
donāt you know youāre not the only one sufferingā« So what youāre up against all the disingenuous
They wave you along and say thereās always room for us
But we know better than that to take āem serious.
Still donāt let āem make you bitter in the processā« And when the light is up, this is how oughta be
Weāll make it alright, theyāll come around eventually ā¦
[They say itās nothing but that aināt the reality
They may take us on but they can never take us easyā« Cuz they aināt moving, theyāre just moving around
So if you love yourself, you better get out nowā« I hear a higher calling
Better here than there I guess
so long]Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/1GGzYUi
YouTube: https://youtu.be/opguVZJiDN8
Liz: Why are you all smiles?
Aram: Guess whoās no longer Interim Director.
Liz: What? Martin ā heās gone? Well, who do we answer to now?
Cooper [ Comes up behInd them ]: That would be me.
ā« Get out, get out, get out, get out now
Cooper: What are you waiting on, Agent Keen? Tell me where we are with Berlin.
[ Staff in Post Office applaud Cooperās return ]
ā« Do it all the time
Make yourself right, never mind them
Do it all the time
Donāt you know youāre not the only one sufferinā?
Concierge: This was left at the front desk for Mr. Hirschfeld.
Dembe: Raymond. You want me to open it?
Red: No, I got it.
[ Phone dialing ]
Berlin: Ah, Mr. Reddington, I presume.
Red: Where is she?
Berlin: Oh, here and there, out and about. You know women. I can only imagine how dearly you must be missing her after all these years, huh? So I made you a little something to remember her by. You see Iām gonna do to your wife what you did to my daughter. Iām gonna send her back to you piece by piece by piece.
[ Red opens box containing a finger ]
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Last updated: 8/8/2015
Program air date: 9/29/2014 in the US
Script with extras: http://wp.me/pDKwi-1e0
Source: Raw Scripts from Springfield [UK]: http://bit.ly/1Do56Zu
NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1Js7a9f
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Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Director: Paul A Edwards
Writers: Jon Bokenkamp, Kristen Reidel, Amanda Kate Shuman, Daniel Knauf
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Script: 2:2 Monarch Douglas Bank
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Blurb: Monarch Douglas Bank, the preferred bank of the criminal elite, has been robbed ā but no money was taken. Redās ex-wife, Naomi Hyland, has been captured by Berlin who promises to send her back āpiece by piece.ā
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Red: Youāre late.
Mr Kaplan: How many?
Red: Three.
Mr Kaplan: This is the second time in as many weeks.
Red: Everything was very polite, a few questions, a few answers. Then things got contentious.ā¤
Mr Kaplan: This business with your wife, this pursuit, itās pushing you in ways that I donāt like.
Red: Donāt start with me, Kate. Iāll handle my business, you handle yours.
[ Below conversation occurs over scene of a bank heist ]
Dembe: Itās Worboliski. [ Hands phone to Red ]
Red: Henryk.
Worboliski: Itās Warsaw.
Red: What happened?
Worboliski: They were hit 20 minutes ago.
Red: What do we know?
Worboliski: Professional crew. Military precision. Six minutes in and out.
Red: We have an inventory?
Worboliski: Safe-deposit boxes popped, some cash missing. Theyāre running numbers now.
Red: But you and I both know what they were after.
[ People scream ]
Red: Notify Dubicki. See if he knows anything about the team. I want a report within the hour. [ Cellphone beeps ] Interesting.
Red: Mr. Kaplan, Iām sorry. Youāre right. Iām out on the far end of the limb.
Mr Kaplan: Take a moment. Read a book. You will find your wife. [ Sees man on floor moving ] Oh, dear.
[ Man groans ]
Red: Aw, hell.
[ Shoots him ]
[ Door closes ]
Berlin: Hello, darling.
Naomi: Listen, youāve got it all wrong. Hurting me wonāt ā Reddington doesnāt care about me. Itā itās why Iām in hiding, is to protect my chā my child.
Berlin: You know what? You have such beautiful mouth. Itās perfect.
[ ā« Soft Latin music plays ]
[ Door opens ]
Red: Lizzie! Iād like to introduce you to my manicurist, Rosa Heredia. Sheās the one I was telling you about, who was dating that nine-fingered bullfighter from Juarez. This woman is an artist, trained at the Latin-American school of medicine in Havana.
Liz: Medical school?
Red: Trauma surgeon. Dropped out in the last year of her residency. Discpanos por un momen, por favor.
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Liz: Your ex-wife ā
Red: Have you found her?
Liz: Jennifer.
Red: What have you learned about Jennifer?
Liz: I confirmed your daughter was placed in protective custody with her mother in @1990. The Marshal service lost contact @seven years ago. She is unaccounted for.
Red: Monarch Douglas bank.
Liz: What?
Red: The preferred bank of international criminals, dictators, terrorists, hedge-fund managers. Theyāre headquartered here in the U.S., deposits insured by the FDIC, which places them firmly within your Agencyās jurisdictional bailiwick. They have branches in 63 countries, but their criminal operation is run out of an unassuming little branch in Warsaw. And it is the last place on earth that anyone would ever want to rob. Well, less than two hours ago, Monarchās Warsaw branch was assaulted.
Liz: What was stolen?
Red: According to the official statement, nothing.
Liz: And according to you?
Red: Everything.
Liz: Dante Stewart, the notorious arms dealer, the Juarez Cartel, the entire Marbella Crime Syndicate. Reddington claims these are just a few of the criminals who funnel money through Monarch Douglas. Our contacts at Treasury say Monarchās records are spotless. Theyāre in full compliance. Despite that, according to Reddington, theyāre legendary for laundering the money of the criminal elite without any traceable accounting. There has to be some kind of record. That must be what theyāre looking for.
Cooper: The ledger.
Liz: Which is apparently more valuable than the millions in assets they left lying in that Vault.
Ressler: Well, the bank canāt cooperate without implicating itself. We take down Monarch, we get the names of every criminal who funnels money through them.
Cooper: Iāll contact our legal attachĆ© in Poland. I want you and Ressler on the next flight to Warsaw.
Ressler: Yes, sir.
Cooper: Aram.
Liz: Everything okay?
Ressler: Yeah, Iām fine. Just missed my train. What?
[ Camera shutter clicking ] [ Engine turns over ]
Red: What is it?
Dembe: It was at the front desk.
Salerno: Agent Paul Salerno.
Liz: Agents Ressler and Keen.
Salerno: Weāve established joint cooperation with the locals, as well as standing extradition orders for any suspects charged, but while you are in-country, you do not have the power to make arrests, and you will, of course, be unarmed.
Ressler: We had a thorough briefing before we left.
Salerno: Hear you guys are part of some, uh, elite task force?
Liz: Whereās the Vault?
Salerno: The sceneās still being processed.
Liz: Weāre just in time, then.
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Ressler: Our sources said that nothing was reported stolen.
Strickland: Your sources were wrong. Matt Strickland, E.V.P. of branch operations.
Liz: Agents Ressler and Keen, FBI. We understand youāre headquartered in Manhattan.
Strickland: I flew out the minute I got the news. Our fault ā snafu in corporate communications. The first press release was wrong. They got away with over $400,000 in bearer bonds. Weāre releasing a corrected statement first thing in the morning.
Salerno: We need access to your data. Operating procedures, your employees.
Strickland: Of course. Iāll make arrangements. Anything you need I can assure you youāll have our complete cooperation.
Salerno: Thank you, Mr. Strickland.
Strickland: If youāll excuse me.
Strickland: [ To another bank administrator ] The formula is missing. That means the money is missing. Clients are calling.Theyāre concerned. If we donāt fix this now weāre all dead.
Berlin: Okay. Make me one. Huh? ā
Assistant: Colonel Yusuf. [ Door opens, closes ] Yusuf?
Liz: No inconsistencies in my witness statements. They hacked the system, shut it down, deleted everything back to a half-hour before they hit. What?
Aram: Traffic-police services forwarded their feeds.
Liz: You got picture?
Aram: Yep. But lousy angle, though. Canāt see what went down inside. But they caught the bad guys coming in and going out. Iām mirroring the feed now. You seeing this?
Liz: Yeah. Got it. Go.
Ressler: We got five unsubs.
Aram: Not so fast. Check this out.
Ressler: Six. I got six. Is that right?
Aram: Yep. Five went in, six came out.
Liz: Uh, Aram, can you zoom in on number 4?
Aram: Copy that.
Liz: Thatās a woman. She looks scared. This wasnāt a robbery. It was a kidnapping.
Ressler: There was only one employee who swiped into the Warsaw branch the day of the incident who didnāt swipe out ā Kaja Tomczak.
Liz: What can you tell us about her?
Strickland: Nothing, Iām afraid. As E.V.P., I typically have little contact with branches of this size and no contact with junior account managers.
Polish Bank Admin: Before robbery, she went home sick. She must have forgotten to swipe her card on way out.
Salerno: [ Chuckles ] Oh. Johnny-on-the-spot. Had that one locked and chambered, did we?
Polish Bank Admin: Iām sorry I do not understand this āJohnny-on-the-spot.ā
Strickland: Thatāll do, Kloza.
Polish Bank Admin: This is your American comedy?
Strickland: Iām sorry, Agent Keen. Tensions are running high. Weāve never been robbed before.
Liz: Weāre gonna need a copy of Kaja Tomczakās employee file.
Strickland: Of course.
Liz: The apartment is owned by Monarch?
Doorman: Yes. This one, five, six more. Employees here on long business trips. Better than hotel.
Liz: Did you know Miss Tomczak well?
Doorman: No. Was nice, very nice, but never spoke to her alone. Men are always with her.
Ressler: Men?
Doorman: Walk her to the door, pick her up. Bring food, take her to work like guards. [ Cellphone rings ] Always guards.
Ressler: [ Answers cell ] Ressler. Yeah. Weāll be right in. [ Cellphone beeps ] They found the getaway van.
Salerno: Unsubs tried to torch it with some kind of accelerant. Fire burned itself out.
Ressler: They shouldāve cracked a window.
Liz: Hey, you guys see this up here?
Ressler: Is that blood?
Liz: I donāt think so.
Ressler: You know thatās where people sit, right?
Liz: Smells like roses.
Red: [ On cell ] Set a match to it See if it burns. Check if itās flammable.
Liz: What? Why?
Ressler: You got a light? [ Speaking Polish ] Yeah. Itās flammable.
Red: Jam. From the heart of the rum-soaked, rose-petal Paczki.ā¤
Liz: Iām sorry, I donāt know what a rum-soaked, rose ā
Red: Itās a jelly doughnut.
Liz: Lovely. Now what?
Red: Now? Nothing. Just get some rest. Iāll be there in less than three hours. Then something. The copper mine will have to wait. Weāre going to Warsaw.
Strickland: Your assets are safe. Itās a minor systems problem.
Berlin: I was told Warsaw was hit.
Strickland: Completely unrelated. This is an I.T. issue that will be resolved within the next few hours.
Berlin: Iām waiting to take possession of vital cargo thatās now sitting in a container ship just off the coast of Mogadishu. I canāt get the cargo until I have a confirmation of a wire transfer I made 36 hours ago.
Strickland: And we would be more than happy to advance funds. You talking about a loan?
Interest-free, of course.
Berlin: Mr. Strickland, I think you will come to New York and I will talk to you face-to-face, you will answer all my questions to my satisfaction, all right?
Berlinās Assistant: [ To Naomi ] Hey! No more food, Suka.
[ Door opens ] [ Door closes ]
Apolonia: Raymond!
Red:[ Chuckles ] Apolonia.
Apolonia: Oh! [ Smooches ] Oh.
Red: My darling.
Apolonia: Ohh! [ Chuckles ] And Dembe. How is my sweet, gentle boy? [ Laughing ] Oh.
Red: Iāve been dreaming of Paczki. I tried to curb my cravings in this little shop in the West Village in New York, but they fill them with prune jelly. Can you imagine?
Apolonia: Idiota.
Red: [ Laughs ] Ahhhhh. Mmm! Tastes just like Patty Sutton.ā¤ I must admit, madroja, I have ulterior motives. Little business.
Apolonia: Sales up, business good. I finish inventory. Then you have something nice to pick from. And maybe something for my little favorite, too.
Red: My grandmother used to keep flour in the refrigerator. Why is that?
Apolonia: To keep the weevils out.
Red: Oh, of course Weevils.ā¤ Itās come to my attention that the Monarch Douglas bank was robbed yesterday by some of your customers. And if your customers come under scrutiny, Apolonia, your business comes under scrutiny.
Apolonia: Majboja.
Red: God canāt protect you. But I can.ā¤
Officer: Rece do gĆĀ³ry! Hands in the air!
Ressler: Kaja Tomczak. FBI.
Kaja: What are you doing here?
Ressler: Wow. Good to see you, too.
Liz: Youāre safe now.
Kaja: I was safe before you got here. I was trying to escape.
Liz: Whatās the rendezvous point?
Cooper: The safe house just across the river. Weāre sending you the address now. Agent Salernoās on his way. Head toward the Vistula River.
Liz: And her associates? Have you identified them?
Cooper: A Warsaw gang called the Mayerchak Group, known for armed robbery and money laundering.
Liz: Rough trade for a bank clerk.
Cooper: Get her statement I want to know everything she knows before this extradition deal blows up.
Kaja: If the police know where I am, so does Strickland.
Strickland: Weāre doing a threat assessment.
Berlin: [ Laughs ] You money men, you love military terms. Your tactics, strategies, your campaigns and hostile takeovers, huh? [ Chuckles ] Now, you promised me that this would all be resolved by now, and it isnāt.
Strickland: Do you think I would have flown to New York, met with you personally if I wasnāt confident in our handling of the situation?
Berlin: Uh-huh.
Strickland: The situation is fluid. You need to be patient.
Berlin: I like you, Mr. Strickland. I like the way you and your people do business. But I need you to understand. If you bungle this, the people Iām working with, they expect me to set an example. To peel you like a grape.
Strickland: And I can assure you, as your banker, that your assets are protected by the formula.
Berlin: Oh, yeah. The formula. Tell me How does she do it? [ ā¦ ]
Kaja: Itās called hyperthymesia. Highly superior autobiographical memory
Ressler: Like a photographic memory.
Kaja: Itās why the bank hired me so there wouldnāt be any paper trail. Pick a day: Any day, any year.
Ressler: Um, December 21, 2001.
Kaja: It was a Tuesday. I had dry toast for breakfast, bigos for lunch. I picked up a copy of the Fakt. Two earthquakes One in Japan, Bonin Islands, another in Iran, 6.5. There was a lunar eclipse.
Liz: Thatās incredible.
It could not be seen here, but.
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Salerno: Anything interesting?
Liz: She drained the accounts of every criminal who had money at that bank. She keeps it all in her head. Thatās how the bank does it. She can give us account numbers, amounts. [ Sees armed person on video feed ] Who are our friends?
Salerno: Iām not taking any chances until sheās safely turned over to the local police.
Liz: Out of the question. Sheās coming back to the States.
Salerno: You donāt make that call.
Liz: Agent Harold Cooper already did. Perhaps youād like to speā [ Salerno punches her. They begin a viscious fist fight ]
Kaja: A sheet of paper, I- I donāt just look at it and remember every word. I relive it the temperature of the room, the light.
Ressler: The cameras in your apartment, the guards. They were watching you.
Kaja; For my protection.
Ressler: Then [ sighs ] you became the prisoner.
[ Window between observation room and interview room is shattered ]
Liz: Ressler!!
Kaja: I staged it at the bank to ensure thereād be an investigation.
Liz: Aah! [ Gunshot ] [ Gasps ] Ressler!
[ Ressler finally reacts ] [ Groans ]
Ressler: Itās over, pal.
Liz: Who do you work for?
Salerno: You donāt understand the national-security implications of what that woman knows and the damage she can do.
Samar Navabi: Theyāre coming! [ Grunts, groaning ]
Samar: Who the hell are you? Samar Navabi ā Mossad. Youāre outgunned. Go. Iāll cover you.
How do we know we can trust you? [ Door thuds ] Go!
[ In cab. Kaja has been hit ]
Liz: What was that back there?! You almost got me killed!
Ressler: Sorry wasnāt expecting the mirror to explode 3 feet from my face. Guess it took me a few seconds to regroup.
Liz: More than a few. Your reaction time was crap.
Ressler: Bullet fragment. Must have passed through the house on our way out. [ To Kaja ] Okay, I know, I know, I know. Just stay still. Stay still.
Liz: Itās bad?
Ressler: Yeah, itās bad.
Kaja: You know I can hear everything youāre saying?!
Ressler: Okay. [ Breathing heavily ] Okay. Good, good, good, good, good. Youāre not going to ā I need you to stay still, okay? On the count of three, all right? One [ He injects Kaja; she screams ]
Guard: What is it?
Naomi: [ Groans ] Itās my stomach. Iāmā Iām so sick.
Guard: Bathroom?
Naomi: Please.
[ Groans, sputters ] [ Guard returns; Naomi stabs him in the face with a sharpened chicken bone ] [ Screaming ] [ Screaming continues ]
[ Kaja groaning ]
Ressler: Whatās going on? Why are we stopping?
Liz: Theyāre watching every move.
Ressler: We got to get out of here.
Liz: Uh, wā where do we go? How do we get out of here if theyāre monitoring the streets, the sidewalks? ā
[ Horn honking ] [ Panting ] [ Lock engages ] [ Window rattling ]
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Cooper: What do you mean youāre in a stolen car?
Liz: We had to! Salernoās dirty. The safe house was assaulted by a TAC team. And why the hell are we being trailed by Mossad?!
Cooper: Say again? ā Samar Navabi?
Liz: She took down Salerno, covered our escape. But Kajaās been shot.
Cooper: Listen to me: You two need to ditch the car, dump your phones, and get off the grid right now. [ To Aram: ] Whereās the nearest landline to their current location?
Aram: Um okay, uh, four blocks ahead, corner of Stalowa and Srodkowa.
Cooper: Find it. Iāll call you there in 10.
Liz: Got it.
Cooper: Who the hell is Samar Navabi?
Berlin: Mrs. Reddington! Enough is enough! Thereās no escape! And the more time we waste, the harder itās gonna be for you when we find you!
[ Telephone rings ]
Liz: Cooper?
Red: Harold tells me the local police may not be your greatest ally.
Liz: Get us out of here.
Red: Iāve reached out to an old friend for assistance. Kaspar Dubickiās my man in Warsaw. Heās waiting for you under the Swietokrzyski Bridge of your current position.
Liz: There are a million dirty cops between here and there, and theyāre all after her.
Red: Iāve arranged for a small diversion. Just get to Dubicki.
[ Groans ]
Liz: Can we trust him?
Red: No. You can trust me.ā¤
[ Cellphone closes ]
[ Car is blown up as diversion ]
Man: Tell Reddington it is done.
Man 2: Yeah ā Big boom.
[ Sirens wailing ] [ Ressler and Liz enter railroad box car with Kaja ]
Ressler: Itās clear.
[ Groans ]
Kaja: The tracks run all the way to the bridge.
Ressler: All right. Hang on.
[ Groans ]
Berlin: Mrs. Reddington! [ Pounding on door ] [ Door closes ] [ Berlin comes up behind Naomi and grabs her ] [ Gasps ] Shh. Youāre a clever girl.
Ressler: Keep that down.
[ Groans ] [ Pills rattle ]
Ressler: Take these. Itāll help with the pain.
Kaja: Thank you. Account number 924386. Shell company is Gonzalez Cargo.
Ressler: What are you doing?
Kaja: Dying declaration.
Ressler: No. Youāre not dying. Not today.
Kaja: I wasnāt always a prisoner. In the beginning, the bank paid me. Gave me apartment, a car. I knew what they were doing. Terrorist cartels, organized crime. But I looked the other way. I helped them stay in business. Iām no better than they are.
[ Brakes squeal ]
Liz: What the hell?
Ressler: Weāve got to be 10 minutes out.
[ Door opens ] [ Men shouting in Polish ] [ Armed men enter. Ressler realizes theyāre outgunned. Red enters ]
Liz: Reddington. How did youā?
Red: Enough with the guns. I love trains. My grandfather rode the rails. Have you ever seen āThe Generalā? Buster Keaton? Oh, my goodness.
Liz: What are you doing?
Red: Dubicki said the bridge was swarming with police. [ A man picks up Laja and carries her away ] We need to move quickly.
Liz: And Kaja?
Red: Quite safe, I assure you. On her way to my Gulfstream. Iāll arrange for an onboard medic to tend to her wounds. Weāll be wheels-up in 20. Iāve also booked the two of you first-class tickets home.
Ressler: No, you canāt take her! No! Yā
Red: Guys, guys. Enough with the pointing. Donāt worry, Donald. They wonāt shoot you. But they will restrain you rigorously if necessary.ā¤ Now, if youāll excuse me, I have business to attend to. Be sure they make their flight.
[ Berlin humming ] [ Clattering ]
Naomi: Ooh!
[ Naomi whimpers ]
Berlin: Ah? [ He has pliers ]
Naomi: No. No, no.
Berlin: Come on. Letās make some music, huh?
[ Knock on door ]
Berlin: Yes?
Man: Itās him.
Berlin: Yeah, hello?
Red: I think itās time we met.ā¤
[ Bench on Coney Island ]
Berlin: Well, well. This has been a long time coming.
Red: I hope itās been worth it. What a terrible waste. Time, blood, money. And in the end, for what?
Berlin: Revenge. Thatās my passion.
Red: Revenge isnāt a passion itās a disease that eats at your mind and poisons your soul.ā¤ I attended summer camp with this little stick of a girl Twila Stansberry. Hell of an athlete capture the flag. Had an unrelenting passion for fitness. Never skinny enough A pound here, a pound there. Ran like a deer. Until she couldnāt could barely walk. Turns out she was anorexic. The disease caused her to lose her sight. Iāve never known anyone more obsessed with their body than Twila. Spent her entire life chasing something that destroyed her. Make sure your passion isnāt your sickness.ā¤
Berlin: Your wife is coming apart nicely.
Red: We have a common enemy.
Berlin: Who?
Red: Whoever told you that I killed your daughter. You are finished with my wife.ā¤
Berlin: Think so?
Red: Yes, you are. I have something I suspect you value far more than revenge. Your money.ā¤
Cooper: What youāre telling me is we have totally lost control of the situation. Reddington and the witness are gone. Berlin gone. Redās wife gone. Can any of you tell me one thing that weāve got going for us at this point?!
Aram: Coffee machine still works.
Ressler: Uh. At least itās finally clear now who our perpetrator really is.
Cooper: Is it? Illuminate me.
Ressler: Reddington. Heās the one who put the spotlight on Monarch Douglas. My guess is, because he had significant funds on deposit.
Cooper: And once he identified Kaja as their human hard drive, he put us on her trail, had us deliver her into his custody. Reddington double-crossed us.
Liz: No. Heās up to something else.
Ressler: We need to find that girl, find out where sheās being held.
Cooper: Sheās wounded. Reddingtonās going to need to find her a doctor, someone he can trust.
Liz: Rosa Heredia.
Cooper: Who?
Liz: His manicurist.
Cooper: Manicurist?
Liz: Well, she was trained as a surgeon.
Cooper: Of course she was. Find her now.
Red: I have the girl. And because I have her, I have control of all your assets at Monarch Douglas. Iāve transferred every penny into a numbered, thoroughly untraceable escrow account. Youāre broke. Shh. Listen. Hear that? Thatās the sound of your checks bouncing.ā¤ From here to St Petersburg, from Bangkok to Mozambique. So, my proposal: your money for my wife. You can give her back and we can continue this war, or you can kill my wife and I keep your money.
Berlin: [ Chuckles ] I almost gave up looking for you. You were like a ghost for 12 years. Heard rumors. And I followed them. From Barcelona to Melbourne to Stockholm. But always nothing. Until one day I made a connection. Elizabeth Keen.ā¤ Thatās why weāre sitting here today. Because of Keen. I know you care for her as much as you care for your wife.ā¤ I think underneath it all, under that hat of yours, youāre not much different from, uh, Twila Stansberry. [ Chuckles ] You have the power to destroy me, but youāre offering me a way out because youāre blinded by passion.ā¤ Guess we both are. Have your associates set up the meeting. Okay?
Liz: Hey, Rosa. We know youāre treating Kaja. Whereās your patient?
Rosa: Iā I donāt know. I came alone.
Liz: I donāt want to have to call for backup.
[ Red is firing at shooting arcade ] [ Cellphone rings ] [ Cellphone beeps ]
Red: Lizzie. How was your flight?
Liz: I know what youāre trying to pull, and itās not gonna happen.
Red: What Iām trying to pull? Is that how we speak to each other now. As if Iām some kind of cheap, dime-store confidence man?ā¤
Liz: Bank robber, embezzler, thief. You put us on this case so you could get to the girl so you could steal Berlinās money.
Red: Once she left the bank, the girl was vulnerable. I simply took advantage of an opportunity.ā¤
Liz: Youāre gonna use her to get your wife back.
Red: Storybook ending.ā¤
Liz: Not for the thousands of people who are gonna lose their lives because of his actions. This man is a psychopath! That money is going to fund terror all over the world, and Iām not gonna let that happen for the sake of one woman.
Red: You donāt have a vote.ā¤
Liz: I found Kaja.
Red: She gave you the routing numbers.
Liz: We froze the escrow accounts where you parked Berlinās cash.
Red: My wife will die.
Liz: Iām sorry.
Red: No, youāre not. Not yet. Maybe someday, if youāre very lucky, you might wonder, āat exactly what point did I become this thing?āā¤ But not now. Right now, youāre just doing your job. Donāt go through with it.
Liz: We can find another way.
Red: The deal is moving forward.
Liz: You canāt hold up your end. Heāll kill you.
Red: Wish me luck.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
[ Vehicle doors close ]
Red: My wife. Give him the codes.
[ Berlinās man checks to see that money has returned to Berlinās accounts ]
[ ā« Tom Odellās āLong way downā plays ]
Walking on the rooftops
talking of times
with our eyes a-glowing
like the city lights
she stands on the ledge she says,
āit looks so highā
ā« itās a long way down
looks like a long way down
It feels like a long way down ā
[ Red watches as Naomi, blindfolded, is led from car. He is obviously very moved ]
Dembe: Raymond.
ā« Like a long way down
oh, honey, donāt leave, donāt leave
please donāt leave me now ā
cause I can feel the rivers winding
through the lands two lines
and a poet $6.
Cooper: Seven million on deposit from the FBI Wichita field office. Itās linked to Agent Salerno. He was laundering money through that bank.
Wright: There is no such person. The bureau uses Monarch to finance sanctioned operations, including this one. Weāre funded through Monarch.ā¤ You will purge all records of his role in this matter.
Cooper: Youāre not protecting the bank. Youāre protecting the Bureau.ā¤
ā« Long way down
you know itās a long way
down it feels like a long way
[ Knock on door ]
Liz: Iām sorry.
Ressler: For what?
Liz: In the taxi in Warsaw. I came at you pretty hot.
Ressler: Fog of battle.
Liz: When Kaja was down, you talked her through the worst of it. We could have lost her. You did good.
Ressler: Youāre right. I was amazing.ā¤ [ Laughs ]
[ Liz leaves. Ressler takes Rx bottle from desk drawer and takes some ]
ā« Long way down
you know itās a long way down
it feels like a long way down
ohh, it feels like a long way down
oh, honey, donāt leave,
donāt leave please donāt leave me now
Cooper: This is very thorough. I donāt suppose youād be willing to share your sources. How you came by this information?
Samar Navabi: I followed leads, exploited a few hairline fractures in the wall that surrounds your operation. Most of it, I gathered myself.
Cooper: And the rest?
[ Door opens ]
Liz: Your door was open.
Red: Yes. Thank you. ā¤
Liz: Youāre an asset Iām charged with protecting. I transferred the money to keep you safe. I was just doing my job. As far as Iām concerned, every life that that psycho takes from this point forward is on you. I hope sheās worth it.
Red: Itās funny. When I was standing there wondering if you had decided to let me die, a thought struck me. How did you know that Berlin had his money in that bank? At first, I thought it was the girl that she told you. But the accounts would be coded, moved through shell corporations. Layers of protection. And then I realized, āNo. Somebody has a secret Santa.ā¤ A source.ā Bravo, Lizzie. When youāre ready to share, Iād love to hear.
[ā« Tom Odellās āHealā plays ]
Take my mind and take my pain
Liz: How do we know Kaja gave up all the accounts at Monarch?
Red: What would possibly motivate her to do otherwise?
Liz: A new identity when this is all over. A sizeable contribution to her pension in exchange for protecting you and your friends.
Red: Lizzie, donāt be absurd. I donāt have any friends.ā¤
[ Door opens, closes ]
ā« Take my past and take my sins
like an empty sail takes the wind and heal
[ Cellphone ringing ] [ Cellphone beeps ]
Red: Hello. How did it go?
Samar: Iām in. I look forward to working with you.
Red: Well, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.ā¤
ā« And tell me some things last
and tell me some things last
and tell me some things last
ā« Long Way Down
By Tom OdellWalking on the rooftops
Talking of times
With our eyes a glowing
Like the city lights
She stands on the ledge,
She says, āit looks so highāYou know itās aā¦
Long way down
Feels like a long way down
Feels like a long way down
Like a long way down
So honey donāt leave, donāt leave,
Please donāt leave me nowCuz I can feel the rivers
Winding through the lands
Two lines, and a poet
Like a kind old rye
You know we could talk in that language
Only we understandBut you know..
Itās a long way down
You know itās a long way down
Feels like a long way down
Love it feels like a long way down
So honey donāt leave, donāt leave,
Please donāt leave me nowLyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/1LwrPIA
YouTube: http://bit.ly/1FIL3mYĀ
ā« Heal
By Tom OdellTake my mind and take my pain
Like an empty bottle takes the rain
And heal.Take my past and take my sins
Like an empty sail takes the wind
And heal.And tell me some things last
And tell me some things lastTake my heart and take my hand
Like an ocean takes the dirty sands
And healTake my mind and take my pain
Like an empty bottle takes the rain
And healAnd tell me some things last
And tell me some things lastLyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/1BOyN9x
YouTube: http://bit.ly/1KnVQuR
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Last updated: 8/9/2015
Program air date: 10/6/2014 in the US
Script with extras: http://wp.me/pDKwi-1cY
Source: Raw Scripts from Springfield [UK]: http://bit.ly/1Do56Zu
NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1frAiQX
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Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Director: Karen Gaviola
Writers: Jon Bokenkamp, Lukas Reiter, JR Orci
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Script: 2:3 Dr James Covington
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Blurb: Illegal organ transplantation is keeping children ā and criminals ā alive. Red faces disloyalty in his ranks. Samar Navabi joins the Task Force. Liz has a dream. Red and Naomi Hyland reconnect after 20 years.
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[Indistinct conversations] [Laughter]
Man: You had to know we would find you.
Paul Wyatt: I didnāt run.
Man: Yes.
Wyatt: I could have gone to the police.
Man: And we would have gone to see your beautiful family.
Wyatt: Please. There must be another way.
Man: I wasnāt sent to negotiate.
[ Wyatt upends table, runs off ] [ People gasp ] [ Grunts ] [ Gasps ] [ Tires screech]
Wyatt: Please!
Driver: Are you crazy?! I almost killed you, man!
Wyatt: Youāve got to help me! Please!
Driver: Calm down, man. Calm down.
Wyatt:Thereās a man. Heās over there.
[ Wyatt collapses ]
Heās out.
Woman: Pulse, blood pressure steady.
Man: Heās waking up. Letās get him into surgery.
Wyatt: Please.
Man: We have a drop site at southeast. Fielding is standing by for the corpse.
Someone: How long will you need?
Man. Tell him no more than 40 minutes. The doctor is scrubbing down.
[ Wyatt groans ]
Dr James Covington: I need 0.05 of lorazepam. Letās get a 12-lead EKG, ā CBC, BMP.
Wyatt: No! No! Aah!
Covington: Sorry, Mr. Wyatt. You are out of time.
[ Monitor beeping ]
[ Police radio chatter ]
Police: Okay! Everybody up! Itās 5:00 A.M.
Man: Yo, letās get up.
Police: Sir, donāt forget your shoes. Hey, you! Letās go! What happened to your clothes?
Man: Yeah, letās go.
[ Flips him over ]
Police: Oh, my God.
[Crickets chirping] [Gasping]
Tom: Looking for this?
Liz: Iāll scream.
Tom: Donāt. Listen to me. Reddington knows where I am. He found me, and he is coming here, but you need to know that you canāt trust him. He is using you. And when Berlin is dead, he will kill you.
Liz: If youāre trying to help me, why donāt you put the gun down?
[ Tom carefully puts down gun ]
Tom: Has he told you? Has he told you anything about that night, about the fire? You need to ask him, Liz, for the truth about why he turned himself in to the FBI. No. Itās not what you think.
Red: You should have killed him when you had the chance.
Tom: Go ahead and ask him, Liz.
Red: You should have finished it.
Tom: Make him answer. You deserve to know the truth. Your father, Naomi Hyland. Red doesnāt want you to know that that night, the night of the fireā¦
[ Red shoots Tom ]
[ Liz wakes up ]
Ezra: Hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey! Hey!
Liz: Who are you?! Iāve seen you following me.
Ezra: Youāve seen me at the Millbrook. Iām staying there, too. I was just ā I was just going to the gym.
Liz: Open up your bag. Open up your bag. Open it up.
Ezra: What the hell are you doing? Who are you?
[ Liz goes through his bag. Takes out gun ]
Liz: Iām sorry.
Red: The Indonesian government has finally agreed to turn over all day-to-day operations at the port to a private company. Iād like that company to be operated by the syndicate.
Niko: Thatās unlikely. Our logistics company in the region is too small.
Red: I agree. So Iāve taken steps to change that. Iām tripling our investment.
Niko: And what if we donāt get the contract? Youāre fighting a war with Berlin that drags all of us into the trenches with you. This is a time for caution, not risk.
Red: The fruit is ripe. Niko, Iāve made my decision. The men behind you will take you to your car.
Liz: Whereās Naomi Hyland?
Red: You know, itās hard to say. Iāve never been great at reading that womanās emotions.
Liz: I need to talk to her.
Red: You want to talk to her perhaps ā some lingering personal questions you think my ex-wife can answer.
Liz: Youāre hiding her from me.
Red: What do you know about Paul Wyatt?
Liz: Same as everyone else, I guess. He ran an investment firm but was being investigated by the S.E.C. for fraud. He was stealing life savings and pensions. Only to turn up with his heart ripped from his chest. Probably by one of his clients. Police say that whoever did it was trying to make a point.
Red: [Chuckling] Oh, well, as much as I admire the police for their wonderful sense of irony, Iām afraid theyāve got this one wrong. The man who killed Paul Wyatt wasnāt trying to make a point. He was trying to make a sale. His name is Dr. James Covington. A few years ago, he was considered one of the top cardiothoracic surgeons in the country. Now he runs an illegal organ-transplant ring. His operation, if youāll indulge the term, is one-stop shopping for anyone who needs a life-saving organ transplant but who canāt or doesnāt want to go through conventional channels.
Fleck: My name is Oliver Fleck. I represent Dr. James Covington.
[Red: [ Voiceover ] ā¦ that includes criminals and wealthy clients who donāt happen to be first in line on the recipient list. ]
Babbitt: So, where do the organs come from?
Fleck: Oh, thatās not your concern. What matters is that we do our very best to ensure their quality. If there are complications within the first 10 years, we make every effort to rectify them.
Liz: Heās harvesting organs killing innocent people to sell off their parts?
Red: Lizzie, some of the worst of the worst are still alive because Dr. Covington is saving them.
Liz: And you know how to find him?
Red: No. Slushie?
Liz: Pass.
Red: Oh, my gosh. You have no idea what youāre missing. Try a grapefruit gusher. Itās just like you today, a little sour.ā¤ Two grapefruit.
Aram: Mr. Reddington was right. Covington was once a respected surgeon got his M.D. at Yale, fellowship in cardiothoracic surgery at Vanderbilt.
Ressler: So what went wrong?
Aram: He had some kind of meltdown. According to this, he falsified a document and stole a set of lungs from the donor pool. Did some kind of experimental operation on a 10-year-old child.
Ressler: Geez.
Aram: A few weeks later, the guy who was supposed to receive the transplant died. The D.A. considered charging Covington, but he was already off the grid.
Cooper: I want to introduce you to Samar Navabi.
Aram: Whoa. Youāre tall.
Cooper Agent Ressler. Keen. I believe you two have already met.
Samar: In Warsaw. Glad to see you made it out.
Cooper: Agent Navabi is on loan to our task force indefinitely.
Ressler: Youāre the one who found Reddington.
Samar: Iām sorry. Are those real-time NSA feeds?
Ressler: I hunted the guy for five years. How long did it take you?
Samar: Well, it was uh, 74 days. We were lucky. They would kill to see these in Tehran.
Liz: How does an Iranian end up working for Mossad?ā¤
Samar: How did the FBI end up working for Raymond Reddington?
Liz: How did you find us in Warsaw? Who told you we were there?
Cooper: Medical examiner just called. He needs to see you, stat.
[Telephone rings in background ]
Liz: How do we know we can trust her?
Ressler: We donāt. But she did save our lives. That buys her some good will, donāt you think?
Liz: You know Reddington sent her to Warsaw. There has to be something going on there.
Ressler: Sounds like someoneās a little jealous. Uncle Redās got a new crush.ā¤
[Door opens] [Coughing]
Liz: Dr. Ryerson, what did you find?
Ryerson: Well [clears throat] I, uh, just completed my autopsy on Mr. Wyatt here. I was told that that your theory was that the ā [Clears throat] the the heart was harvested. It is. [Coughs] Yeah, well, buy a hat and hang onto it, because, um, that theory may have a little wrinkle. The incision in his chest was made over a prior midline incision. [Sniffs] Tox screen was positive for immunosuppressive drugs, and, um, I am seeing scarring of the aorta.
Liz: All of which means what?
Ryerson: Well, t- thereās thereās residual foreign tissue left behind from when the heart was removed. [Sighs] This guy had a a a previous heart transplant. The heart that was taken from his chest ā wasnāt his to begin with.
[Siren wails]
Mrs Wyatt: [Voice breaking] Look, I wish I could help, but my life itās in disarray. We file for bankruptcy, and now this?
Liz: Mrs. Wyatt, we really need you to look at the reports.
Ressler: Weāve been over your husbandās medical files. Thereās no reference to a heart transplant.
Mrs Wyatt: I donāt know what to say.
Liz: We checked. Thereās no record of your husband ever receiving a donor organ.
Mrs Wyatt: Theyāll kill me if I talk.
Liz: Unless you talk, thereās nothing we can do to protect you.
Mrs Wyatt: Dr. James Covington. [Sniffles]
Liz: Your husband was one of his clients?
Mrs Wyatt: Paul suffered from congestive heart failure. He needed a transplant. Hā he could have waited, put his name on the donor list like everyone else, but not Paul. We had the money, so he found a way to get the transplant immediately.
Ressler: He bought a heart from Covington.
Mrs Wyatt: Yes and no. The organs that Dr. Covington provides theyāre not available for purchase. You rent them $500,000 for every year you use the product. When Paulās business was thriving, that wasnāt a problem. But after the S.E.C. investigation, we couldnāt afford to pay. And if you canāt pay, you have to return the product.
Liz: Excuse me?
Mrs Wyatt: My husbandās heart wasnāt harvested. It was repossessed.
Associate 1: Heāll never convince them to put us in charge of the port. I donāt care what Reddington says. Itās reckless.
Associate 2: Agreed. The Directorate General may be an ally. But we all know who makes the decision Garong Sundri, the Deputy Minister of Transportation.
Niko: Heās against us. And Reddingtonās investing a fortune in new equipment to change his mind.
Associate 1: This could bankrupt us.
Associate 2: Itās a desperate move.
[Door opens]
Mr Vargas: Gentlemen.
Niko: Iām afraid youāve made a mistake, friend. Do you know where you are?
Vargas: Yes, Niko, I know exactly where I am. And I know who you work with. And unfortunately for you, I work with the one man in the world who doesnāt care.
Niko: You work for Berlin? What do you want?
Vargas: Berlin sent me with an offer. If I were you, I would think of it as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Cooper: Repossessed for nonpayment like a house or a car.
Liz: Exactly, he killed Paul Wyatt because he didnāt get his 500 grand in the annual rental fee.
Cooper: How does that work, anyway? Once a heartās been transplanted, can it be reused?
Liz: Covington didnāt kill him to reuse the heart. He did it to send a message.
Samar: Where I come from, fear is the only deterrent.
Aram: Iām from Delaware. No, Iā Iām just saying Iām actually half-Jewish. Well, a quarter, really.
Half-Muslim, too, so but, umā Whoās counting?ā¤
Ressler: Iāve been tracking the info we got from Mrs. Wyatt. According to her, they paid the annual rental fee by making donations to a charity called the WellbrightFund. Itās a registered 501(C)(3) nonprofit.
Cooper: Did you pull a tax return, get a list of company expenses?
Ressler: Yeah, and get this the fund paid over 200 grand to a Dr. Gordon Albee for consulting services.
Liz: Consulting on what? ā
Ressler: Dr. Albee. FBI.
Dr Albee: Sorry. No crime to fight. Poor Norman committed suicide.
Liz: Youāre the medical examiner? The licensing board has you listed as a general surgeon. Albee: Yeah, well, I wear several hats.
Ressler: One of those involve consulting for a charity called the Wellbright Fund?
Liz: What exactly do you do for the fund?
Albee: Listen, Iād be happy to help, but, uh, I have an autopsy waiting. You know, um, if youād call my office ā
Liz: They paid you over $200,000 last year.
Albee: Call my office.
Ressler: Weāve got nothing to charge him with. And until we do, heās never gonna tell us what we need to know.
Red: Mr. Vargas. Sounds like some shady character in a Humphrey Bogart film. I like him already.
Niko: He said he worked for Berlin.
Red: And his offer?
Niko: He said Berlinās opening up a short window. If we break with you, heāll let us operate under his name.
Red: And you think some of the others were receptive.
Niko: The others are supporting you at great risk. If the port deal goes south, it could bankrupt us. Itās a very fragile proposition.
Red: Thank you, Niko. I appreciate you coming to me with your opinion. But Iām feeling bullish. Keep an eye on the others. If someone intends to defect, I want to be standing right in front of them.
[Cellphone ringing, vibrating] [Beep]
Liz: Hello? I need to talk to him. Iād like to borrow Mr. Kaplan.
Red: Oh, my God. He wouldnāt stop talking. But I was able to buy us another hour. We need to wrap this up quickly, though. He has bowling league at 6:00.
Liz: Maybe this was a mistake.
Red: Itās not.
Liz: You said yourself it would take weeks to secure the necessary court orders, and how many more victims will there be by then?
Mr Kaplan: Itās the same as the other three heart and lungs are missing. This one still has a liver, but I see signs of cirrhosis probably wasnāt healthy enough to be sold.
Red: Remember the time we made barley stew with that coroner from Des Moines?
Kaplan: It was Reuben soup. [Chuckles] How can I forget? I was sleeping with his sister.ā¤
Red: [Laughing] Thatās right.
Kaplan: Your Dr. Albeeās in a lot of trouble, sweetie. This should be all you need.
[Camera shutter clicks]
Liz: Four bodies, Dr. Albee. You performed an autopsy on all four in the last year.
Ressler: None of the four were registered organ donors, but all four were missing vital organs.
How do you explain that?ā¦
Liz: Fine. Iāll answer for you. Youāre a supplier for Dr. James Covington. You provide him with vital organs for him to sell, and he pays you through the Wellbright Fund.
Albee: [Sighs] I donāt know Covington. I was approached by an associate ā I donāt know his name ā about providing him with viable material.
Ressler: You deal with bodies. I thought donor organs had to be fresh.
Albee: They do. It only works in very specific circumstances once I get control of the body as M.E.
Liz: How much time do you have?
Albee: Depends on the organ I need. Anywhere between 30 to 90 minutes.
Liz; You transport them. How?
Albee: I call a number. They send a courier to pick it up. Look, Iāll cooperate. Iāll do whatever you need. But you have to protect me.
Liz: Fine. But first, you need to make a phone call.
Ressler: What are the odds that Covingtonās courier ā will inspect the organ?
Albee: Count on it. Heās gonna have to make sure the size and weight are a match for their patient.
Ressler: You donāt think that heās gonna notice that heās staring at the heart of a 300-pound hog?
Albee: Human and porcine hearts are nearly identical. Unless heās got some expertise, he wonāt be able to tell the difference.
[Door opens]
Liz: Aram just finished the mockup for the medical file on our fictitious donor.
Ressler: Old Porkoās got a name. [ Reading: ]Gustavo Mosquera, 35, no history of heart disease. Killed in a hit-and-run. Time of death ā
Liz: 30 minutes ago. Aram even generated a social and W-2 in case they run a background check. Whatās our E.T.A. for delivery?
Albee: Within the hour.
Niko: My men captured this two hours ago.
Red: Titillating. But what Laskin and Russo do with or to one another in their spare time is none of my concern.
Niko: Right, except a minute laterā
Red: A threesome? Interesting. Based on his sartorial splendor, I gather this is Mr. Vargas. Does that even look like real hair?
Niko: We have to assume they accepted his offer and cut the deal with Berlin.
Red: Why assume, Niko, when I can ask them myself?
[Camera shutter clicks]
Liz: I just sent you an image of a man who matches our suspectās description.
Aram: Got it. I am processing him through the database now.
Cassell: How much time do we have?
Albee: Two hours viability max. Hereās his file.
Samar: Ronald Cassell. Check fraud, theft, battery.
Aram: But he does have some medical training. Former army combat medic out of Fort Drum.
Cassell: Everything checks out here. Itās a match for our client.
Covington: Excellent. Iāll see you in 20 minutes.
Covington: Good news, Mr. Babbitt. Weāre ready to begin.
Liz: Heads up, everybody. Targetās on the move. Ressler, heās headed towards the front door.
[ Engine turns over ] [ Engine revving ] [ Engine turns over ] [ Liz gets in ]
Ressler: Of course itās a motorcycle.
[ Tires squeal ] [ Engine revs ]
Ressler: He made me. ā
Liz: Ohh!
[ Tires screech ]
Ressler: Iām gonna head him off. Hang on.
[ Tires screech ] [ Beep ] [ Monitor beeping ]
Aide: [ Shows him cellphone ] Doctor, we have a problem.
[ Tires screech ] [ Engine revs ] [ Tires screech ]
Ressler: Go, go, go. Go, go, go, go.
[ Tires screech ] [ SUV hits motorcycle ][ Woman gasps ] [ Indistinct shouting ] [ Engine shuts off ]
Red: Gentlemen, thank you for meeting me on such short notice. I know you two have had a very busy day.
Associate 2: Nothing out of the ordinary.
Red: I hear you boys engaged in a little tryst downtown this morning.
Associate 1: We had a meeting at the Corgate. This an interrogation?
Red: Yes. I understand an offer was made by Berlinās representative.
Associate 2: Red, look ā
Red: What I donāt understand is why only one of my associates thought to bring that to my attention.
Associate 2: We didnāt tell because thereās nothing to tell.
Red: J.P., Iām delighted you were able to hold dear Teddyās hand and help him overcome all his anxieties about me bankrupting our operation.
Associate 1: Iād be lying if I told you I wasnāt concerned about this deal.
Red: If I were you, Teddy, Iād be more concerned about the plans these gentlemen have for your immediate future.
Both: What? What? What are you doing? Wait a minute. Stop! Red, Red! ā Whatās going on? ā Ow! ā Come on! What the hell? Donāt do this. Donāt Aah! Let me go!
[Police radio chatter]
Liz: We just lost our only lead to Covington.
Ressler: Maybe thereās another way. I just found this on Cassell. Itās a medical file of Covingtonās next client.
Liz: The one whoās getting the pigās heart? Who is it?
Ressler: His name is Bernard Babbitt.
Aram: Bernard Babbitt, known as āB.B.,ā runs the Desobry Syndicate out of New Orleans moving drugs and weapons through the Fourchon.
Cooper: Bureauās been trying to indict him on racketeering and murder charges for years.
Liz: So, you know him?
Red: Know him? [Chuckling] Oh, my gosh. I once shared a ride with the man on a twin-engine prop from Port Au Prince to Baracoa. We had to counterweight the plane with three containers of Russian R.P.G.s just to accommodate his girth.
Liz: I would have thought heād be more cautious about where he chooses to hang out.
Red: Well, B.B.ās an indulgent man. He loves to be surrounded with what he loves the most.
Red: [Soft music plays] B.B. Just like a bear at a campsite. You poor thing. Honestly, I donāt know how you do it. It boggles the imagination.
Babbitt: Red.
Red: I suppose it isnāt any wonder you can justify cramming all this grease-drenched gristle into your face given that youāve already paid to replace that rotted nub you call a heart. Howās that going, by the way? I heard you had a setback a problem with the donor not coming through?
Babbitt: Give us a moment, mouche Ć miel. What do you want, Reddington?
Red: The good Dr. Covington, he and I need to have a conversation. And since you happen to be in touch, I thought you could connect us.
[ Babbitt slurping ]
Red: B.B Surely you have some way to get ahold of the man. Youāre in his care.
Babbitt: I have a number. But strictly for emergencies.So I sure as hell aināt giving it to you. Last thing I need to do is piss this guy off before he cuts my chest open ā [ Chuckles ] Talk to me after my surgery.
[ Gasping ]
Red: B.B., you donāt look well. Are you all right? Let me guess: irregular heartbeat, shortness of breath, perhaps a little tingling in your nether regions?
Babbitt: What the hell are you doing?
Red: Those drinks youāve been enjoying on the house? They werenāt from the house. They were from me. I hope you donāt mind. I took the liberty of adding a special surprise ingredient something to treat any localized dysfunction you may be suffering. Has the little man been falling down on the job? Itās a miracle drug, not so much for a glutton with a bum heart, however. But look on the bright side, youāll die with a marvelous erection.
Babbitt: I canāt I canāt breathe.
Red: Well, the two gentlemen behind me happen to be paramedics. Put me in touch with Covington, theyāll be happy to assist you. What do you think, B.B.? Does this feel like an emergency?
[Knock on door]
Liz: You wanted to see me?
Cooper: Close the door. ā [Door closes] ā I got the psych evals back from Dr. Friedman.
She has some concerns.
Liz: Oh, Ressler. Yeah. She wanted to suspend him because he was ā
Cooper: She has no problem with Ressler. Itās you sheās concerned about.
Liz: Well, thatās ridiculous. Iām fine.
Cooper: Thatās what sheās concerned about. And frankly, I am, too.
Liz: Youāre concerned that Iām fine.
Cooper: That you didnāt mourn or take time off to grieve ā not for your marriage, but for yourself, for what Keen [ husband ] put you through.
Liz: I will mourn when we get Berlin.
Cooper: Dr. Friedman recommended a one-month paid leave.
Liz: Fine. It will give me more time to hunt Berlin.
Cooper: Iām not taking the doctorās recommendation. But I am concerned. The investigationās ongoing, and you and I both know thereās a good chance Tom Keen is alive. What thatās done to you, how youāve coped, the hotel rooms, your paranoia is understandable, but Iām worried it could become a problem.
Liz: Well, I appreciate your concern, but I am doing the best I can to handle this.
Cooper: Elizabeth Iām not criticizing you. If I were in your shoes ā I only want you to know that if you feel like youāre under water, if you need to talk, my door is open.
Liz: Thank you.
Liz: [Cellphone vibrates] Itās Reddington. [Sighs] Hey. Did you get a lead on Covington? What are we looking at?
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Liz: Weāve got a number on Covington. Aramās working a trace.
Aram: Itās a digital VoIP line. Uh, man, this thing is getting bounced all over the globe to mask its origin. [Beeping] The line just went active. Covingtonās making a call.
[Beep] Covington: What the hell happened to Cassell? ā He called in, said he ā
Aram: Okay, hold on. If he stays on the line just a few more seconds, Iāll have an address.
Covington: I need you here. We have a removal at 5:00.
Fleck: All right. Iām on my way in now.
Aram: Oh, no, no, no, no. Damn it. I was only able to narrow his location down ā to this five-block area.
Liz: He said he had a removal. Heās gonna repossess another organ.
Ressler: Well, we got to move. If we donāt find Covington in 43 minutes, weāre gonna find another body.
Vargas: Is that the 5-7 youāve been raving about?
Man: Indeed. See for yourself. Polymer over steel, ambidextrous controls.
Vargas: [ Calls over to Niko ] Be right with you. Weāve been through this: Berlin prefers firearms manufactured in Russia or Eastern Europe. Just give me the same shipment as last time.
[ To Niko ] My apologies. I expected to have that all wrapped up before you arrived. Where are we?
Niko: Itās done.
Vargas: Reddington bought the photo op?
Niko: I didnāt even need to present real evidence his men had betrayed him. He has become reckless, unstable. It seems our arrangement is off to a promising start. Regarding that arrangement, I think we need to revisit the terms. I betrayed Raymond Reddington. He is not gonna just absorb that blow and move on. I need him taken care of.
Vargas: If Berlin wanted Reddington dead, he would have done that already.ā¤
Niko: Yeah, well, things have changed. Youāre doing business with me now. I know everything about Reddingtonās operation, and Iām willing to hand over all of that to your employer, but I need Reddington gone. I canāt be an effective partner to Berlin if Iām always looking over my shoulder.
Vargas: Set a meeting with Reddington. My people will take care of the rest.
Ressler: Landlordās still not answering.
Liz: This has to be the place. Weāve been to every retail store, office park, and restaurant in the area. We got 20 minutes till Covington kills his next victim. What are you doing?
Ressler: I like to keep a spare key in the trunk.
[Grunts] [Crowbar clangs] [Cellphone beeps]
Aram: Hey. Anything?
Liz: A whole lot of nothing.
Ressler: Hey, Keen. Look at this. We got a stairway to the lower level.
Aram: Lower level?
Liz: Yeah. Thereās some kind of access stairway.
Aram: The building plans filed with the city donāt say anything about a lower level.
[TV chatter in distance] [Monitor beeping] [TV chatter]
Ressler: Hands. Hands. Let me see your hands.
Man: You canāt be in here. Aah!
Ressler: I got this.
Man: [Grunts] Wait, sir. Look, donāt go in there.
Ressler: Sit down.
Man: Please. Iām begging you.
Ressler: I said, āsit.ā
[ Indistinct conversation ] [ Monitor beeping ]
Liz: Back away from the table.
Covington: I donāt know who the hell you are ā
Liz: Hands in the air! Step away from the table now!
Covington: You donāt know what youāre doing.
Liz: Itās over, Dr. Covington. We know about your business. You lost your license for performing an experimental operation on a child. Well, not this one. Not today.
Covington: Iām not trying to hurt the boy. Iām trying to save him. His name is Daniel. If he doesnāt get these lungs in the next 24 hours, he wonāt survive.
Liz: He needs to be in a hospital.
Covington: Itās too late for that. Iām performing this operation. If you want to stop me, youāll have to shoot me.
[Gun cocks]
Ressler: Wonāt be a problem.
Covington: There are strict rules controlling who gets access to donor organs and when. In the present system, they offer adult donor lungs to adults, even if there are children with a more urgent need.
Liz: Iām not discussing this with you.
Covington: I took adult lungs and transplanted them into a little girl. Thatās why I lost my license ā for saving her life.
Liz: So you know better?
Covington: Okay, putting adult lungs into children is a risk. But I believe, in many cases, we have an obligation to try. And Iām not the only one. Times are changing. Thereās even an official appeals process for these cases now.
Liz: Then his parents can request an exception to the rule.
Covington: And risk being turned down. At least here, I guarantee him a chance.
Liz: You killed Paul Wyatt. You ripped the heart out of his chest.
Covington: Look, you can think whatever you want about me, but every dime Iāve made on criminals like Paul Wyatt has been spent to build and operate this place. All that matters today is that there will be no tomorrow for this boy if I donāt do this transplant. The donor material is already here. If we donāt use it, it will die, just like he will.
Liz: If we take him in now, that kid wonāt make it. Can you live with that?
Ressler: Covingtonās not just a surgeon, Keen. Heās a killer.
Liz: Yeah, and right now, heās that boyās only chance. Look at his parents. What if that were your kid?
Ressler: And what if something goes wrong? What if he dies on the table? How do we explain that?
Liz: Can you cover with Cooper and Aram? Just buy us some time.
Ressler: Liz, this is way over the line.
Liz: We have to let him do this.
[Door opens]
Red: Niko, youāre all in a sweat. Whatās so important that it couldnāt wait?
Niko: Weāve been partners a long time, and weāve had more than our share of success, so I wanted to pay you the courtesy of looking you in the eye when I tell you youāre out.
Red: I see. And youāre speaking forā¦?
Niko: Everybody. Weāre united. Youāve become a liability.
Red: Donāt forget who youāre talking to.
Niko: How could I? Especially since itās our last conversation. Raymond Reddington, Mr. Vargas. [Gun cocks] I may have misled you. Someone did take Berlin up on his offer, but it wasnāt Laskin and Russo. It was me.
Red: Well played, Niko. I didnāt think you had it in you.
Niko: [ To Vargas ] Kill him.
[ Red calmly walks over to Mr Vargas ]
Red: I find chrome to be a bit ostentatious. [ Takes gun from Vargas ]
Vargas: Iām sorry, Mr. Demakis. The truth is Iām the one who misled you.
Red: [Chuckles] You know, when I was 15, I had a summer job installing carpets for Albert Kodagolian on Lake Charlevoix. Horrible job, hot, indoors, forced to listen to āThe Gamblerā on 8-track while the rest of the world was at the beach. Three days into the job, I knew I had to quit. I asked my father for advice. All he wanted to know was whether Iād given my word to Mr. Kodagolian that Iād work the summer. I told him I had. My father suggested I stick it out. Iād given my word. Worst eight weeks of my life. Until the last day. Mr. Kodagolian shows up at the jobsite, pulls me aside, and tells me that in 27 years, no kid has ever made it through the summer, gives me a bonus $40. The most valuable money Iāve ever made. A priceless lesson about life. Value loyalty above all else.ā¤ Oh! I buried the lead. Turns out the Indonesian government has chosen to contract our company to run the Port Of Tan Kulu. The Deputy Minister of Transportation was not a fan. Fortunately, he was also gravely ill and in desperate need of a heart transplant. He died this morning. Apparently, the arrangements heād made to secure a donor heart didnāt pan out.ā¤ The new deputy minister sees things our way. Lucky, I guess.
Niko: I donāt believe luck had anything to do with it.
Red: Youāre right. Luck rarely has anything to do with it.ā¤ [shoots him]
Vargas: Honestly, how many times have we discussed this?
Red: What?
Vargas: You you know I donāt like being around the bloody stā Oh. I need to be allowed to leave the room before the blood. You know I donāt have a strong constitution.
Red: Give him his seat. Heās gonna faint. Oh, my.
[Breathing shakily] [Monitor beeping] [Police radio chatter]
Vargas: Thank you.
Liz: Hey, you think Reddington knew that Covington was trying to save kids?
Ressler: For every child Covington saved, there were three killers like B.B. he kept alive to victimize innocent people.
Liz: Itās a trade-off Iād make.ā¤
Ressler: [Scoffs] The fact that youāre even thinking about what trade-offs youād make, what rules youād ignore ā the Agent Keen I met a year ago would have never done that.
[ā« Finkās āPilgrimā plays]
Samar: You caught Covington, and the child is in recovery. It sounds like a victory.
Liz: Yeah.
Samar: You guys donāt celebrate when you close a big case? Come on. Let me buy you a drink.
Liz: Thanks, but I think Iām just gonna head out.
ā« Come a long way
Samar: All you know about me is that I found Reddington ā and whatever you might have read in a slim dossier.
ā« Come a long way
Samar: And now weāre working together with all that that implies.
ā« Come a long way
not to work it out
Samar: Iām sure you donāt know what to think.
Liz: Youāre wrong.
Samar: Iām not wrong. Youāre right not to trust me.
ā« As cold comfort
Liz: Oh, youāre right about that.
ā« Wraps around you in the dark
Liz: Youāre wrong if you think you found Reddington.
ā« Come a long way
Liz: If he was found, itās because he wanted to be and he wanted you to find him.
Samar: Or maybe Iām just good at what I do. Is that so difficult to believe?
Liz: If he wanted you here, he has a reason.
ā« Come a long way
Liz: Thatās why I donāt trust you ā because I donāt know what the reason is ā and Iām guessing neither do you.
ā« Come a long way
not to ask the question
thatās been on your lips
all the way
spit it out the words
come out yeah
Liz: [Sighs] Hey, sir? Look, Iām sorry about that incident ā with the, um, frisking.
ā« from small beginnings
Ezra: Donāt worry about it. So, is that your thing, unprovoked frisking?
ā« Come a long way
Liz: [Laughs] Yeah. Thatās my thing. Iām a federal agent.
Ezra: Figured it would be something like that.
Ezra: Better safe than sorry, right? Have a good night.
Liz: You, too.
ā« From small beginnings
come big endings
from small beginnings
come big endings
from small beginnings
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from small beginnings
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Red: You look so different.
Naomi: Not as different as you.
[ Red and Naomi meets. She lands a powerful slap on his cheek ]
Pilgrim by Fink
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itās already
not as heavy as before
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Last updated: 8/8/2015
Program air date: 10/13/2014 in the US
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Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Director: Michael W Watkins
Writers: Jon Bokenkamp, Mike Ostrowski
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Blurb: Red calls Lizās attention to a spate of unusual killings and suggests the government may still be doing mind control experiments. Liz may have a rare genetic marker. Red offers to protect Naomi and her husband Frank from Berlin.
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[Sirens wailing] [Siren blares] [Engine revs] [Horn honks] [Gulps] [Baby crying] [Jackhammer rumbling] [Heartbeat pounding, deep breathing]
Bank officer: Proceedings close Tuesday.
Woman: Thatās in six days.
Bank officer: We submitted a delinquency letter three weeks ago. Reports had been failed.
Woman: I know Iām behind, but I-Iām owed unemployment, and my sister said that she can help make the difference up.
Bank officer: Yeah, I wish there was something more I could do.
Woman: You canāt kick us out! [Sighs] I have a second job interview tomorrow ā
Bank officer: Itās out of my hands.
[ Woman leaves, but returns. She has gun, shoots loan officer. People screaming ]
Dr Linus Creel: [ Outside, in car. Speaks into recorder ] Shots fired, colon, multiple, period. Final phase successful, period. Activation of ar105 complete, period. End of entry.
Naomi: The answer is no. I gave up one life. Do you think Iām gonna start over, do it all again?! Youāre crazier than I imagined!
Red: You canāt go back to Philadelphia. Itās too dangerous.
Naomi: What do you think Iām gonna do? Stay here in in this? I canāt believe you brought me here. Iāll tell you where Iām gonna go home, with my husband. Frank has two daughters. You think heās just gonna walk out on them?
Red: I need to know where Jennifer is.
Naomi: I kept my end of the bargain, didnāt say anything about you or Elizabeth.
Red: How much does she know?
Naomi: Very little. A- are the [Sighs] Are the two of you, what, working together? I donāt even want to know how you pulled that off.
Red: Listen to me about Jennifer, I can protect her.
Naomi: Iām never going to tell you where my daughter is. Because of you, Iām forced to finally tell Frank, a man whoās never kept a secret from me not only that I was married before, but that I was married to ā He sits me down, tells me heās sorry for me. Try and wrap your warped mind around that. The manās entire life is upended. All he can think about is me.
Red: The arrangements have been made passports, identities, a new life. Talk it over with Frank. If you love him, youāll let me help.
[Door opens]
Liz: Whereās Naomi Hyland?
Red: In safe hands.
Liz: What does that mean ā youāve already set her up with a cozy new life in Saint Kitts or Solvang?
Red: Solvang? I never send anyone I care about to Solvang.
Liz: She spent nine days with Berlin. We have to debrief her. She could know something his real name, his location.
Red: Did you read about that housewife in Reston? She shot a bank manager.
Liz: Youāre not hiding her from the FBI. Youāre hiding her from me.
Red: Violent crime in D.C. is at a 20-year low, and yet in the last four months, there have been seven random acts of violence by individuals with no prior criminal record. Lizzie, what do you know about social psychology? Itās the study of how our behavior is influenced by the world around us. Not influenced manipulated. In what little time I devote to the judgment your government has made about my character and how I treat my fellow man, I canāt help but think about how many of their own citizens theyāve treated like lab rats in the name of science. I believe this murder in Reston is part of an underground social-psychology experiment. Conducted by our government. Strap on your tinfoil hat, Lizzie.
Liz: According to Reddington, three recent incidents prove the U.S.government is still conducting mind-control experiments. Terry Cho, a middle-school teacher who killed seven of his coworkers during his lunch break. Construction worker Henry Lee Bryce used a hammer and a box cutter. Killed by police. The third, Maddie Thornhill, single mom who opened fire at a bank in Reston. Reddington has alleged that these crimes werenāt random, but orchestrated by spooks the government continues to finance through their black-ops budget.
Ressler: Look, to be honest, I think this is a big distraction to keep us busy while Reddington spirits away his ex.
Cooper: Interview the shooters and their families. Then weāll worry about the wife.
Aram: Hey.
Liz: What would you say if I told you to pull Frank and Naomi Hylandās phone records for the past five years?
Aram: Iād, uh, ask if you had a warrant.
Liz: Would you ask me to show it to you?
Aram: Why would I do that? I trust you implicitly, Agent Keen.
Ressler: Special Agents Ressler and Keen, FBI, here to interview Madeline Thornhill.
Nurse: Iām sorry sheās on a 48-hour hold. Suicide watch, no visitors.
Liz: Sheās talking to someone right now.
Nurse: Her psychiatrist. Iāll pass along your contact info, if youād like.
Maddie: I really donāt know when things just started to fall apart. First, it was my job.
Her former boss: [ To Liz and Ressler ] Maddie was getting a ton of bad reviews on Yelp by name. People said she was unhelpful, even rude.
Maddie: [ To her psychiatrist ] I donāt know why they give so much weight to those stupid things. No one seemed dissatisfied in the office, but the things they were saying about me.
Former boss: I tried to work with her on it, but she kept making excuses crazy stuff, paranoid.
Liz: Like what?
Former Boss: Like somebody was out to get her, posting fake reviews. She was argumentative. Finally, I just had to let her go.
Maddie: [ To psychiatrist ]Then things fell apart with Charlie.
Charlie (Maddieās former boyfriend): I really had no choice. Iām in the middle of a custody battle, and the courtās got me under a microscope. It came down to her or my kids.
Ressler: Did you ever see her mistreat them?
Maddie: I loved his kids. I would never hurt any child. But social services started getting anonymous calls that when I was over there, they were crying or whatever. I actually thought about getting one of those spycams, you know? But then Iām thinking ā If itās come to that, whatās the point? He just dumped me after almost two years. One minute, Iāve got a great job, a boyfriend, and the next ā
Loan Officer: She started making late payments on her mortgage. We tried to help, but she was three months behind. Without any income, we had to foreclose.
Maddie: They just took it. Like it was just a house.
But it wasnāt just a house. Was it?
Maddie: No. It was me.
Liz: Maddie Thornhill told us her life fell apart after a series of anonymous accusations.
Samar: The shooter I spoke to said the same thing. In his case, it was accusations of pedophilia. There were no witnesses, no victims ever came forward, but the school didnāt want to take chances, so they fired him.
Liz: Their problems metastasized like a cancer, striking to the heart of these victimsā identities.
Ressler: Victims? These arenāt the victims, Keen, these are the perps. The people they killed are the victims.
Liz: All Iām saying is that some people arenāt wired to handle stress, and someone took advantage of that.
Aram: Agent Keen had me expedite DNA profiles. All three perpetrators possess the MAO-A 2R gene.
Liz: The extreme-warrior gene.
Aram: Clinical studies have proven people who possess this gene are prone to aggressive, antisocial behavior.
Ressler: Are you suggesting the government has identified people with mild genetic abnormality and is turning them into killers?
Thatās exactly what weāre suggesting.
Female reporter: Police have not yet commented on how the chase started, but sources say the driver shot three clerks this morning inside of a convenience store.
Creel: Phase 2 concluded, period. Ar106 showing signs of deterioration, comma, accelerating to Final break.
Male reporter: Vehicle with a weapon.
Oh, no.
Male reporter: O-okay, officers have just opened fire.
Creel: We are going to Final phase successful, period. [Clears throat] Activation of subject ar106 concluded, period. End of entry.
[Beep] Woman: Senatorās office. How may I help you?
Creel: Hello, yes. This is Dr. Linus Creel. Iām calling for Senator Sheridan.
[ Knock on door ]
Cooper: The perp in the freeway shooting I hear he had this warrior gene.
Liz: Yeah. Agent Navabi has identified 11 other cases in the last 18 months. No connection other than ā
Cooper: They share this gene.
Liz; And itās not just some statistical anomaly. I- itās as if theyāre being triggered.
Cooper: Close the door.
Liz: Sir? You know something?
Cooper: Every word Reddington said about this program is true. In the army, officers sit in bars, and they talk sideways āa guy who knows a guy who knows a guy.ā MKUltra was just the start. There were others quietly run in military bases and universities all across the country psychopharmaceuticals, electromagnetic pulses, microwaves that broadcast words and phrases into the brain. I love this country, but every once in awhile, you hear about something like this, some bone-evil crap thatās almost inconceivable. Thatās what I hate most about this detail ā Reddington pulling up the carpet and shoving your nose deep into the filth. After a while, itās all you can see.ā¤ [ Pause ] Subproject 7.I
Liz: Donāt know what that is.
Cooper: Itās a black-budget program. Itās funded out of the D.I.A. The goal was to use genetic predispositions to train and trigger assets.
Liz: If itās black-budget, how am I supposed to gain access?
Senator Sheraton: I am a dear friend of Harold Cooper. He was a pallbearer in my daddyās funeral. But I told him when he called only yahoos are interested in Subproject 7.
Ressler: So youāre saying it doesnāt exist?
Sheraton: Youāre asking about mind control. This government canāt make up its own mind, let alone control one.
Liz: Senator, is that a yes or a no?
Sheraton: Itās a yes and a no. Have we studied mind control? Yes. Does it work? About as often as a blind squirrel finds an acorn.
Liz: Weāve been tracking a spike in violent crimes, mass shootings.
Sheraton: Iām gonna pay you the courtesy of being blunt. Youāre wasting your time. If thereās been an increase in the incidence of violent crime, youāre not gonna find the answer to why in the black budget of the U.S.government.
Sheraton: Understood. But I also understand that you do oversee that black budget, and Harold Cooper would appreciate it if you could provide us with any information you have on Subproject 7.
Sheraton: Of course. My office will deliver all pertinent documents. Now, if you will excuse me, I am late for my next meeting.
[Cellphone beeps, dialing]
Woman: Yes, Sir, how can I help you?
Creel: Uh, hi. Dr. Linus Creel. Iām here to see Senator Sheridan.
Frank: Honey, we have talked and talked about this. I thought we were in complete agreement ā we decided not to run.
Naomi: Now, Iāve talked to the FBI. The FBI canāt protect us.
Frank: And he can? Are you honestly suggesting we upend our lives? Based on what a criminalās promise that he can help us?
Naomi: Yes. Yes, that is what Iām saying. And I know how crazy it sounds.
Frank: He did this to you.
Naomi: Iām not defending him, but I do know him.
Frank: How do you [scoffs] [Sighs] Iām sorry Iām still trying to process the fact that you were married to him. And now you want to put our lives in the hands of this lunatic? Iām not going anywhere.
Red: This is a mistake. I canāt help you in Philadelphia.
Naomi: Weāve made up our mind.
Red: You know I would stop at nothing to protect you.
Frank: We donāt need your protection.
Red: Yes, you do. I understand it may be difficult for you to accept my help, given the history that Carla and I share.
Donāt flatter yourself. Carla Reddington was a miserable housewife married to a miserable man. That woman no longer exists. Weāre not going anywhere.
Liz: Everything the Senator sent is redacted entire pages.
Ressler: Dollar amounts are omitted. Project names are code.
Liz: Yeah, āElegant Lady,ā āForest Green.ā I mean, if any of these are Subproject 7, itād be impossible to tell.
Samar: The Polyglot.
Liz: What?
Samar: In Mossad, we have a contact. Heās like a code breaker. You give him your black-ops budget, the redacted pages, heāll tell us what they mean.
Ressler: You have our black-ops budget?
Liz: The Polyglot how do we find him?
Samar: He was cleared level 4. I donāt have that kind of access.
Red: [Laughing] Oh, my God. Is that what they call him in Tel Aviv? I havenāt spoken to Haskell in years.
Liz: But you know where to find him?
Red: I do. But itās a sticky situation. Old Haskell and I had somewhat of a falling-out at the craps table.
Red: [Knock on door] Hask ā
Haskel: I have no interest in seeing you. Go away. Youāre not welcome here.
Red: Haskell, I told you Iām sorry. What more can I say?
Haskel: You knew I was in recovery.
Red: I didnāt. Okay. Yes, I did. But you were having such a great time. And after everything that happened with Sheryl and that Cuban, the boxer ā what was his name?
Haskel: Iām not talking to you about this.
Red: Yasiel! God, that hair. Beautiful hair. I thought you could use a little distraction. You forget we won $25,000 on one roll.
Haskel: Yes, and I lost twice that much after you left. I woke up in that Hotel. I still donāt even know how I got to mesquite. That kind of money means nothing to you, but to me ā¦
Red: [Shows him a suit are filled with $$$] Itās an olive branch, with interest. ā¦ My friend Miss Watkins is a blogger looking for her first scoop.
Liz: I write mostly about social-science experiments. Researching one right now, actually the black-ops project Subproject7.
Haskel: Why donāt we take this into my office? Itās V2K-shielded. Here she is ā government white paper on Subproject 7.
Liz: Iāve seen the white paper. Itās heavily redacted. Whaā [Chuckles] How did you?
Red: Haskellās quite a puzzle man. Spends his days combing through thousands of pages of redacted government documents, comparing them to defense-authorization reports, executive orders. Heās found a way to read between the lines. I wouldnāt have the patience.
Haskel: Subproject 7 was born out of the human genome project. Some genius in government figured that if DNA could be used to identify people who were predisposed to cancer, it could be used to identify people who were predisposed to become assassins.
Liz: Who are these people?
Haskel: The Team. They used the brains of mass murderers and reverse-engineered from there, fine-tuned a three-phase activation process. First phase disruption of schedule, routine, daily life. Second destabilize sense of self-worth. Final phase was to sever the primary emotional bond. Get all three: jackpot.
Liz: This man here who is he? Iāve seen his face before.
Haskel: Oh, yes. He was their lab assistant, Dr. Linus Creel.
Liz: Dr.Linus Creel PHD in clinical psychology from N.Y.U. After Subproject 7 disbanded, he opened a private practice.
Ressler: It appears he supplements his income working as a locum tenens at six area hospitals.
Navabi: I cross-referenced Creelās name with the 11 warrior gene killers in the last 18 months.
At some point, he was on staff at each of the hospitals where the killers were receiving counseling, including our friend Maddie Thornhill.
Cooper: Thatās how heās recruiting them.
Samar: Can we access his network?
Aram: Already checked that. I canāt break through his firewall. If I could somehow gain physical access, I could upload a program to deactivate it long enough to hack his patient list.
Ressler: Come here. Take a look at this. Creel has this posted on his website, calls it an intake questionnaire.
Samar: Some kind of I.Q. test?
Liz: No, itās a modified MMPI-2 the Minnesota Multiphasic Personality Inventory but itās heavily modified. He reconfigured the test questions to flag aggression and low impulse control.
Ressler: Thatās how he finds the subjects with the warrior gene.
Monica: [ On phone ] What do you mean you wonāt tell Naomi? Where are you? Iām gonna call her. Whatās her number? No, Frank. You said you were leaving your wife. Well, I donāt care if itās a bad time. Either you tell her about us or I will. [ Cellphone beeps ] [ Sighs. To dog: ] Hey. Aww
[ Dog Barks ]
Vargas: That dogās been here all day. You leave your dog inside all day? Who does that? What kind of monster leaves their dog with no water, no food?!
Monica: Who the hell are you?
Vargas: Heās done his business inside twice! Do you have any idea the psychological damage that can do to a dog?
Monica: I donāt know how you got in here ā¦ I spent the last 20 minutes cleaning up after him. Whereās his leash? Iām taking him for a walk.
Monica: You are not taking my dog for a walk ā¦ who are you? Iām Iām calling the police right now.
Vargas: Calm yourself down. We have a few things to talk about. Sit.
Red: Sheās exhausted. Why donāt you and I go for a walk? This may be hard to understand, Frank, but after all these years, your wife has become more like an estranged sister to me. We canāt really bear each otherās company. But Iāve become somewhat concerned about her general well-being and sense of security.
[ Vehicle approaches ]
Frank: [ Scoffs ] Are you threatening me?
Red: She loves you. [ Brakes squeal ] Youāve made her happy. Given her a life, stability [ Vehicle door opens ] The one thing I could never provide. Come closer, Frank. Frank. Come here.
Liz: Aram, if I asked you to create an E.M.R., could you feed it into their database?
Aram: You want a fake medical record?
Liz: Yeah family history, immunization records, billing addresses, but most importantly, weāll need a full psychiatric history.
Aram: Like what?
Red: Come on.
Frank: Thatās Monicaās dog. What the hell have you done?
Red: Youāre finished with Monica.
Frank: Where is she?
Red: We had a few words, and, thanks to my friendās rather judicious rescue, we also have a dog.
Frank: Monica ā what did you do to ā
Red: Sheās fine. But from this point forward there is only Naomi. She believes you to be an honest man, Frank ā faithful, and that is what you will become. Youāre going to accept my protection and leave Philadelphia.
Frank: No. Iām gonna call the cops, turn you in. Youāre not gonna get away with this.
[Groans] [Breathing heavily]
Red: You make her happy. That is the only reason youāre still here. [ Tosses stick ] Go get it, boy. [ Dog doesnāt move ] [ Chuckles] City dog.
Duncan: Why would you do that?
Creel: Itās essential for you to take responsibility for your actions.
Duncan: I was expelled.
Creel: I understand. And I have given this a lot of thought. I concluded the reason you told me you cheated on your final was a cry for help. I believed telling your school was in your best interest.
Duncan: But I mean, the things we talk about theyāre secret!
Creel: Duncan, the only way that you are going to begin to get better is if you take responsibility for your actions. You want to move forward in your life, right? With your parents? With Amber?
Duncan: Amber doesnāt want to meet. Weāve only talked online.
Creel: But youāre getting healthier. Sheās gonna want to meet soon. Itās time. Trust me. I wonāt let anything bad happen to you.
[ Scoffs ] [ Telephone rings ] [ Door opens ]
[Knock on door]
Nurse: Dr.Creel, on-call nurse in the E.R. just paged you for a psych consult. Girlās husband left her, put her hand through a window. Attending wants you to take a look. Sheās got a chart a mile long.
Creel: Hello. You must be Angela. My name is Dr. Creel. Says here youāve been having some troubles with your husband.
Liz: [ Scoffs ] Thatās an understatement.
Creel: Now, I see that youāve been treated for depression and anxiety before.
Liz: In college, postgrad. I had, you know. A rough patch.
Creel: You were hospitalized. I know this must be difficult for you.
Liz: I took some pills. They had to pump my stomach.
Creel: Was this deliberate or an accident?
Liz: Kind of both. Itās not what you think. I- itās not like I ever wanted to commit suicide.I took them in front of someone.
Aram: Who? Iāll bet you $100 sheās telling the truth.
Samar: No way.
Aram: $200?
Samar: Itās your money.
Liz: I had this boyfriend Ronnie. I was so young, ā and he ā Was cheating. I was such an idiot.
[ Chuckles lightly ]
Creel: Feel that you want to hurt yourself now? Now that your husband has left?
Liz: Maybe, yeah.
Creel: But youāre angry at him.
Liz: Iād kill him. I- I- I mean, I would never kill him. Thatās not what I meant. Itās just a figure of speech.
Creel: I understand. [ Chuckles ] Whatās his name?
Liz: Tom. His name was Tom.
Creel: And if you caught Tom cheating, if you walked in on him, ā and you could ā Kill him?
Liz: Iād never.
Creel: But if you could do anything and get away with it, what would it be? No chance of ever getting caught? Youāre above the law.
Liz: Have at him. Iād chain him up.
Creel: Yeah?
Liz: And Iād force him to tell me about all of the lies, the secrets he kept. Iād make him my prisoner. Itās pretty messed up, huh?
Creel: You know. We donāt put people in prison for how they feel. You canāt control it. You are who you are. Itās biology. We never argue about height or eye color. But try telling someone their reaction to anger or love or violence is baked in. Now It says here that your parents died when you were 4. What do you remember about them?
Liz: Nothing, really.
Creel: Perhaps if you did, it would be easier for you to accept who you are.
Liz: Like the Sins of the Father. That it?
Creel: Absolutely. The more time you spend with your parents, the more of yourself you see in them. For better or for worse, theyāre a glimpse into your future.ā¤
Naomi: Oh, he must belong to someone. Maybe we can see if he has a chip or something, see who his owners are. If he doesnāt have any, we could bring him back to Philadelphia.
Frank: We canāt go back.
Naomi: What? We- we already decided.
Frank: No, uh, If thereās any chance youāre in danger, I couldnāt live with myself if something were to happen to you.
Naomi to Red: You did this. You threatened him. You threatened his girls.
Frank: No, this had nothing to do with him. This is about us whatās best for us, for you. Thatās all that matters.
Liz: My father died in a fire. I was 4.
Creel: Is that how you got the scar on your hand? Yeah. I guess.
Liz: I donāt remember, actually.
Creel: Early trauma scars us in ways we donāt often recognize or admit.
Liz: You think I donāt want to remember?
Creel: Look, Angela, I am here to determine whether you are a danger to yourself or others. I know that you donāt want to spend the night here. So, I am going to see if I can expedite the blood tests. Meanwhile, I would like you to take a simple personality test I developed for my patients. Itās a standardized psychometric test thatās gonna give me a deeper understanding into issues you may or may not have.
Liz: When the nurse drew my blood, she said that you ordered a genetic screening.
Creel: Too many of my colleagues focus on the nurture side of the equation. And sure how your parents treated you is important, but the genes they passed on matter more.There are no wrong answers. Just ā Whatever comes to mind. [ Chuckles lightly ]
Okay, got it.
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Liz: Go.
Aram: Hold down power, shift, ās.ā
Liz: Okay. I see white letters on a black screen.
Aram: Perfect. Okay. Type forward slash b-n. Itās running a dictionary attack. Should take a few seconds.
Liz: Got it.
Aram: Okay, itās gonna give you a password. I need you to write it down.
[ Computer beeping ]
Liz: ā7ā ā3ā (A few more characters.)
Creel: The blood panels wonāt be done ā for another 20 minutes.
Liz: Okay.
Creel: [Sighs heavily] Did you really think you could just come in here lie to me? Thatās no good.
I know why youāre here.
Liz: I told you I-I need your help.
Creel: You are a junkie. Youāre trying to forge scrips.
Liz: Maybe my father was an addict, too.
Creel: Hand them over! Now! Letās go.
Liz: Theyāre under here somewhere. Okay, got them. Are you calling the cops or something?
[ Breathing heavily ]
Creel: No. Now Iām only more interested in your test results. Please continue.
Liz: [ Breathing heavily ] Oh, my God.
Aram: You okay? You didnāt get the password.
Liz: I mean, what do you expect? [ Exhales sharply ] āCourse I got it. Magic.
Young man: Oh!
[ā« The Chain Gang of 1974ās āMake My Bodyā plays]
[ Breathing heavily ]
Aram: Okay, there has got to be 70. He was documenting them, searching for the perfect candidates. Hold on. Wait. I have got a hidden subdirectory here.
Liz: The killers. Everyone in this file has murdered someone.
Aram: Except one: Duncan Prince.
Ressler: He must be next. Where do we find him?
Aram: I got an address in College Park.
[ā« Rock music playing]
[ Liz and Ressler barge in, guns drawn ]
College student: Hey! Hey! What? What the hell?
Liz: Duncan Prince ā where is he?!
Outdoor presentation is about to begin:
Announcer: Okay, folks, the community forum will be starting in 15 minutes. Everyone who would like to make a comment will have an opportunity to do so. Microphones are at either end of the aisles. Why donāt we go ahead and start forming two lines? [Camera shutter clicks]
Liz: Weāve looked at every conceivable database. Thereās nothing on an Amber Deveraux.
Ressler: Well, I donāt know who the hell heās been talking to, but this Amber Deveraux just crushed the kid an hour ago.
Navabi: Ressler.
Ressler: Listen to me this kidās gacked up and gone. The Stoner roommates have no idea where. The girlās in trouble. You got to find her.
Liz: Amber Deveraux doesnāt exist. Thatās how heās triggering his clients. Anonymous allegations that can never be verified. Poor reviews online, blind accusations at work. And by girlfriends who donāt exist.
Cooper: You think heās catfishing, that he invented the girl to trigger Duncan Prince, push him over the edge?
Liz: Yeah.
Cooper: Find out where he thinks she is.
Creel: Many of the random acts of violence weāre here to discuss today are perpetrated by people with the warrior gene. I believe the solution to the issue of violent crime in this country begins with genetic screening.
Dr. Creel, we have a packed schedule today, so if you have a question?
People with the warrior gene can be triggered. I have identified what those triggers are, and when they occur, itās not their fault. My research shows ā
Announcer: Dr Creel, we have a very packed schedule. A question, please.
Aram: Hold on. Princeās fake girlfriend posted a very real photo from a community forum on gun violence.
Liz: Duncan must have seen this. Senator Sheridan. Thatās where our shooterās going.
To the gun rally. Creel posted the photo. Heās gonna be there. Observing his experiment.
Duncan: I want the world to know that what happens today, what I do, is because of Amber. Because she lied to me. Because sheās a cheat. Goodbye, Amber.
Creel: Senator, it is all right here ā seven years of research. These killings can be prevented. In my system, it will require children to be screened for the MAO-A 2R gene. Kids will be labeled. Weāll target them. It will cost ā
Sheraton: I promise you, Dr. Creel, your research will be reviewed.
Creel: Reviewed. Studied. You donāt return my calls. You refuse to see me when I come up to your office. And when one of these incidents happens, you do nothing! I have been the leading voice in Congress on mental health for 20 years. How many more of these mass killings do we have now than we did then? Iām telling you we have the science. I can stop these killings, and you want to reject me? You want to reject the science?
[Gunshots, people screaming] [Gunshot]
Duncan: Get out of here!
[Gunshots]
Duncan: Where is she?!
Creel: Sheās not here, Duncan. Amberās not here.
Duncan: What are you ā
Creel: Iām the one youāre looking for.
Duncan: Amber she led me on.
Creel: Amber didnāt do anything, because she doesnāt exist. I created her.
[ Siren wails, tires screech ]
Creel: Youāre here to kill me, Duncan.
Duncan: What the hell are you talking about?
Creel: āI didnāt mean to hurt you.ā āWhatever.ā āHere to talk.ā āWith Paul?ā āHeās a great guy, really.ā āI.D.G.A.S.ā Why do you think you never met her? Because sheās not real! The picture she posted, the one that brought you here, I posted it.
[Gun cocks]
Creel: Thatās right. Pull the trigger.
Liz: Duncan, no! Listen to me. You. Put the gun down. You donāt want to do this. He lied to you, manipulated you. Itās not your fault.
Creel: Pull the trigger, Duncan. Itās what you came to do. Youāre all part of my experiment.
Read my research! We can save them!
Liz: Duncan, listen to me. Heās making you believe that you donāt have a choice!
Creel: Do you think that I want to die? I donāt. But I have run out of ways to get people to pay attention. Do this, and the world will listen. Theyāll examine my life, my research. That canāt happen unless you pull the trigger.
Creel: Ah! [Groans]
Liz: Medic! I need a medic!
[ Creel pulls gun on Liz ]
Ressler: Take it easy, pal. Creel, listen to me. You have to understand. If I have a shot, Iām gonna take it.
Samar: Put your weapon down!
Creel: I shoot her, you shoot me! Thatās how this works, right?
Ressler: Make you a martyr? Not today.
Creel [To Liz ] You should know I saw your test results.ā¤You know what they said? [Gunshot kills him]
Ressler: Where did it come from? Where the hell did that shot come from?!
Samar: There on the roof. Go!
Samar: I received everything Creel had on file at the hospital patient records, test results Including yours. We logged everything else into evidence, but I thought perhaps you would want that. Itās probably meaningless, right? Do you think Reddington could have known, when he gave you this case, that youād find out?ā¤
[ Liz shrugs ]
Samar: What do I know?
Samar: [ Gives money to Aram ] You were right about Keen. She was making it all up.ā¤
Aram: I knew it. Waltās favorite shrimp is calling my name. Winner buys? See you tomorrow.
Aram: Hey.
Liz: Hey.
Aram: I followed up on Frank and Naomi Hyland, like you asked. Both phones are dead.
Liz: Mm-hmm.
Aram: So I identified the five numbers they called the most to see if any of those people were getting calls from new numbers. People that Frank and Naomi might have reached out to.
Liz: And?
Aram: Thereās a woman Monica Lyons. She got six calls today, all unanswered. All came from a pay phone at a gas station in rural Maryland. Only a handful of homes in that area.
Liz: What gas station?
[Knock on door]
Liz: Hello, Mrs. Hyland.
Naomi: Does Raymond know youāre here?
Liz: No. He doesnāt want us to talk.
[ā« Junipās āTideā plays] [Car door closes] Along the quiet
Liz: Iām sorry. I just I have a ton of questions in this notebook about the case, but the truth is, I didnāt come here just to ask you about Berlin.
Naomi: You have questions you think I can answer about the past.
Liz: Yes.
ā« Whatever needs to be will be
Liz: The day Raymond Reddington walked into my life, everything changed ā everything I believed about ā [Sighs] You were married to the man. You had a life, a child.
Naomi: Jennifer.
Liz: Yeah.
Liz: W- why doesnāt he want me to see you?
Naomi: You tell me.
Liz: I think it might be because you know something about how the two of us might be connected.
Naomi: He wants something from you. Itās a game. Itās a manipulation. Heās made you feel a connection that makes you feel like you matter somehow. And thereās no one on earth who can make a woman feel like the center of his universe more than Raymond Reddington. Iāll tell you this, though. Heās not who you think he is.ā¤
Liz: What does he want from me?
ā« A crater left as a divide
Red: [ Has been listening outside the door ] Well. Look at the two of you. I should have brought a bottle of Chardonnay. I have your papers. Dembeās outside. Heāll need your signature on some of the documents. Frank is gonna pack the car.
ā« Time to meet them all again For once at eye level
Red: Agent Keen. [Chuckles lightly] I hope you had an illuminating conversation.
ā« Along the quiet, narrow streets
Canals are still in high tide
Whatever needs to be will be
Naomi: I donāt know where Jennifer is. She knew you ā Would come for her one day, and she left. I donāt know where she is.
A crater left as a divide
Red: If you need anythingā¦ Ever ā¦
ā« There will soon be time to meet them all again For once at eye level
Naomi: ā When are you gonna tell her?ā¤
ā« And for once as friends There will be time
[Vehicle door closes, engine turns over]
Red: So, howād your case go?
Liz: I think you know the answer to that. Who is he?
Red: Who is who?
Liz: The gunman, the sniper. He works for you, doesnāt he?
Red: Yes.
Liz: How long has he been following me?
Red: Since the day Agent Malik died.
Liz: I want him gone.
Red: [Chuckles] My associate saves your life, and instead of saying āthank you,ā you try to get him fired. If I knew better, Iād say you were hiding something.
ā« Tide by Junip
ā« Along the quiet, narrow streets
Canals are still in high tide
Whatever needs to be will be
When there is nothing left to hide
Whatever remains will set you free
A crater left as a divideā« All of the memories will return
In the sleep like shallow scars
Whatever remains will set you free
A crater left as a divideā« There will soon be time
To meet them all again
For once at eye level
And for once as friendsThere will be time
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Last updated: 8/9/2015
Program air date: 10/20/2014 in the US
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Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Director: Stephen A Adelson
Writers: Jon Bokenkamp, Jim Campalongo, Adam Sussman
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Blurb: Virology, art history and environmentalism converge as a radical cult revives an ancient plague to rescue the earth from humanity. Red repairs an old film projector and tracks a young woman the āhelpā of the DMV.
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Carrie Ann: I had to take it. I mean, have you really thought about what heās gonna do? Everyone is gonna die. Everyone.
Pepper: You did the right thing.
Iām gonna go to the police. I have to go to the police. Iām gonna give it to them. [key?]
If I donāt, if he goes through with it. ā¦
Pepper: If he finds you, he might hurt you again. Juā Iāll come with you. Just Tell me where you are.
Carrie Ann: [ Horn honks ] Just promise me youāll come alone.
Pepper: I promise.
Pepper: Iām sorry.
Beck: Where is it?
Carrie Ann: You get away from me.
Beck: You canāt stop us now. Everything is in place. Itās too late.
Carrie Ann: You get away from me.
Beck: I always thought you were different. But youāre just like the rest. Youāre selfish. Give it to me.
Carrie Ann: No.
[ Both grunting ] [ Horn blares ] [ Gasps ] [ Tires screech ]
Man: Hey! Woman: Ohh! [ Indistinct conversations ]
ā Help! Somebody call an ambulance!
ā Thatās crazy, man.
ā Iām just like, āwhoa.ā She just stepped out.
ā She jumped in front of that car.
Liz: I told you to get rid of him.
Red: Lizzie, Iām not getting rid of him. Your safety is of great concern to me.
Liz: Yeah, I can handle myself. I just I donāt want him watching me. What is all this? [ Siren wails in distance ]
Red: There was an incident this morning in Dupont Circle. A woman was struck by a taxi Carrie Ann Beck.
Liz: Maddox Beckās wife?
Red: Yes. The leaders of The Front.
Liz: Well, how is that possible? They died trying to bomb BPās London Office in response to the Gulf Oil Spill.
Red: So the world believes. In truth, they took their work underground. Personally, I once admired Carrie Ann. However, since going underground, theyāve become too radical for my blood, advocates for a level of destruction that I find chilling.
Liz: So who killed her?
Red: I believe her husband is responsible.
Liz: I donāt understand. Werenāt they partners? Didnāt they found the Front together?
Red: Yes, but their partnership was a tenuous one. She was always the more moderate voice, only interested in operations that related directly to the environment. Beck, on the other hand, views himself as a chosen one, a messianic figure who sees humanity as a virus that needs to be eradicated in order to save the planet. I fear he got rid of his wife because she was trying to stop him from implementing a plan to do just that.
Liz: These are the last known photographs of Maddox Beck and his wife. Theyāre the founders of the Front.
Aram: 2012 Firebomb strikes a Biotechpark in Boston, conducting genomics research, causing $64 million in damage. Four staff members were killed and 16 hospitalized. Ricin was mailed to the Fairbanks BLM Office, which manages Transatlantic Pipeline.
Ressler: Just got off with the M.E. Heāll have a tox work-up on Beckās wife within the hour.
Cooper: We canāt assume Beck killed her just because Reddington says so. Get to the morgue. I want a cause of death.
Ressler: Her bodyās not at the morgue. Sheās at City Memorial. Labor and delivery.
Liz: She was pregnant?
Pathologist [?]: Yeah, 30 weeks. From what they can tell, the babyās fine.
Liz: And the mother?
Phil Ryerson, Pathologist: The doctors declared her brain dead. They put her on life support until they can safely deliver the child. Most of the injuries were sustained, uh, during the accident, but she suffered some injuries beforehand, as well lacerations to the head and the hands and, um, defensive bruises on the forearms.
Liz: Think he beat her?
Pathologist: I think she was in one hell of a fight.
Ressler: You say in your notes ā she had clay under her fingernails? ā
Liz: Clay? From where? Thatās odd, isnāt it?
Pathologist: The really odd part is that theā The clay is 700 years old.
Aram: The soil found under the nails of Carrie Ann Beck dates back to the 14th century. Itās called Raw Sienna.
Cooper: Okay, so, whatās it doing there?
Aram: Raw Sienna was used by painters at the time, painters who belonged to whatās known as the Sienese School. The Prado in Madrid has an exhibit going on right now featuring paintings from the Sienese School. Last week, one of those paintings was stolen.
Ressler: Thatās what she and Beck were fighting over, this painting.
Samar; Maybe they were trying to sell it on the black market, fund their operation.
Aram: There were 22 paintings at the exhibit. The one that was stolen had been on loan from the Santa Caterina Church in Pisa, and it was, by far, the least valuable.
Liz: Then why did they steal it?
[ Maddox Beck is hanging painting on wall. Uses blue light to illuminate map under painting. ]
[ā«] His crusade was a search for God
and they say itās been a long way to carry.
Anybody hear of plague in this town?
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The town Iāve left behind
was burned to the ground
a young girl on a stake
her face framed in flames cried,
āIām not a witch God knows my nameā
[DMV] [ Telephones ringing ] [ Pounding ]
Man: Come on! [ Buzzer ]
Woman: Number 76. Number 76!
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Glen: Iāve been busting my ass! And now you fire me because Iām not, what, fast enough?!
Red: Iāll need all your research.
Glen: No!
Red: And any leads as to her whereabouts.
Glen: You want me to find the girl? Iāll find the girl. But these things take time!
Red: You donāt have any leads. You know what? I donāt have time! And yet youāve had me waiting out there for over 45 minutes! Do you know the vending machine is broken? Itās as if you enjoy making people miserable!
Glen: I work at the DMV!
Red: If you canāt do this, I need to find someone who can. Everything rests on finding the girl.
Glen: I understand, and Iām trying my best. But you didnāt give me much to go on, and Iāve had some [ Wheezes, sighs ]
Red: Is something wrong?
Glen: You know what? [ Grunts ] Just forget it!
Red: Talk to me.
Glen: Itās mom.
Red: Ohh, Glen.
Glen: Three months ago, she was in the shower, noticed this Lump.
Red: How bad?
Glen: Got into her bones. They bombarded her with chemo. Weāve tried everything. The pills and the diets, biofeedback, music therapy, the Flaxseed diet.
Red: Flax seed?
Glen: Part of the Budwig Protocol.
Red: I donāt have time for this.
Glen: Oh, Iām sorry! Has momās illness cramped your busy schedule?!
Red: Every time you canāt deliver, you do this. These cockamamie stories! ā My mother is dying! Yes, and your brother-in-law had Legionnairesā disease, and your house was flooded, and Iām still no closer to finding the girl.
Glen: Get out!
Red: Youāre the most gifted tracker I know, Glen, but your mouth runs like a scalded dog. I donāt know why youāre mad at me. Youāre the one who came up short.
[ Door opens, closes ]
Cooper: Codes.What kind of codes?
Ressler: You mean written on the back of the painting?
Aram: Not on the back. Under the paint.
Samar: The museum sent us everything they had on the stolen painting. When it was acquired last year, they ran a series of tests to determine its authenticity.
Aram: Yeah, they used thermal imaging to do microscopic and spectroscopic analysis and found this.
Cooper: Whatās it mean?
Aram: Museum doesnāt know. I spoke with the curator.
Cooper: Call the National Gallery. Get Lillian Sharp in here. If anyone can make heads or tails of this, she can.
Ressler: Hey. Keen. Where is she?
Cooper: She had an appointment.
[ Doorbell buzzes ] [ Buzzer ] [ Ezra (Redās man) is sitting on stoop across street ]
Woman (looks just like Liz): Look, when I agreed to do this, I ā
Liz: Itās just taking longer than I thought.
Woman: Is he out there?
Liz: Yeah. Iām going out back. [ Holds out wad of bills ] This is for last week. Do it one more week, and Iāll pay you double. Iāll be back in one hour.
Sharp: Itās a map.
Cooper: A map to what?
Sharp: A bedtime story. Itās a legend about the Apophis Strain, an ancient plague weaponized in the 14th century by both the Byzantines and the Ottomans that was mistakenly released and believed to be the real origin of the black death.
Ressler: Youāre talking about the Bubonic Plague.
Sharp: No Pneumonic Plague, which is airborne and far more fatal. Scientists now believe that was the plague that killed 200 million people, one of the largest pandemics in history. Thatās why, to prevent Armageddon, the sworn enemies agreed to task four priests to take the strain to the end of the world.
Cooper: And this map indicates in which end of the world itās hidden.
Sharp: [ Chuckling ] Agent Cooper, youāre not taking this seriously, are you?
Cooper: Maddox Beck is. He killed his wife to get this map. These symbols ā¦
Sharp: Trust me. This map is worthless.
Liz: [ To her double ] Thursday. Same time?
[ Cellphone vibrates ] [ Beep ]
Keen: Keen.
Red: Lizzie, I need to see you. Thereās been a development.
Sharp: This map is priceless. You need to move on this now. If the Apophis Strain is out there ā
Liz: You didnāt tell this to the FBI?
Red: Lillian is paid to embargo certain key details from your colleagues if she believes they may be of interest to me.
Sharp: You sure she can be trusted?
Liz: I could say the same thing about you.
Red: Ladies, please. Iām surprised the two of you havenāt met at a conference or company retreat. Does the FBI do a Christmas party?
Sharp: One of the priests sent to guard the strain got sick. And to protect it, the dying man swallowed it whole, taking it to his grave. We know this because the others survived and created the map.
Liz: And the markings? What do they mean?
Sharp: Theyāre archetypal alignments. When you connect them, they create lay lines linking a network of historically significant sites.
Liz: You said the priests were sent to the end of the world. Where?
Sharp: Well, I said it was the end of the world. Not anymore. If Iām reading this correctly, the strain is buried here in America.
Liz: Redās source says the map points to Burial Ridge in Staten Island. [where else?!] Itās the largest native American burial ground in New York.
Ressler: Weāve contacted local authorities. Weāre on our way now.
Aram: I-I donāt know how to break this to you, but, uh, Beck beat you there.
Liz: What are you talking about?
Aram: New York Field Office got called in on a grave robbery. According to park police, our guy, Beck, he knew exactly where to look.
Liz: The bones contain the DNA of the plague. Once he has it, he can replicate it.
Ressler: Thatās why he took the bones.
Samar: No, he wanted to take them, but according to park police, whoever was buried there was moved.
Aram: Hundreds of years ago. Iām sending you an image of what was left in its place.
Liz: Got it.
Aram: We think itās a marker, some sort of addendum to the map.
Sharp: Itās Cyrillic.
Aram: Itās ancient Cyrillic. It looks like some sort of equation. āPā equals 100. āOā that sort of looks like a ribbon equals 9. Those dash symbols in between denotes that the number to the right should be multiplied by 1,000. It totals 109,120.
Samar: Probably a measurement. Is there a standard form?
Aram: Cubits. Uh, one cubit is half a yard. 109,120 cubits is 54,560 yards. [ Samar gives him a look ] What? I was good at math.
Liz: Thereās another engraving here. Looks like, what, a moon?
Samar. Or a sun, which rises in the east.
Liz: The strainās final resting place.
Aram: 54,560 yards. Or exactly 31 miles.
Red: Hello, Aram. Agent Navabi. You certainly look radiant.
Aram: Mr. Reddington. Um. Hey, uh If youāre looking for, uh, A-Agent Keen ā
Red: Iām not. Iām looking for you.
Liz: [ On phone ] Aram, are you there? What is it? Whatās 31 miles east of Burial Ridge?
Priest: This is the oldest church in the city. The graves in the church, theyāre sacrosanct.
Liz: Is there another way in here?
Priest: The southeast stairwell, behind the ā
Liz: Show me.
Aram: You want me to find a girl. You canāt tell me her name, and none of the other people who work for you were able to find her.
Red: Yes.
Aram: Thatās not much to go on.
Red: Itās not.
Aram: Out of curiosity, the other people who couldnāt find her, this girl, um ā W-what What did you do to them?
Red: Aram, this woman is critical in my war with Berlin.
[ Clink ]
Liz: FBI! Donāt move!
Maddox Beck: You know what I have in here. You wouldnāt be here if you didnāt.
Liz: Put it down.
Beck: Itās incredible, isnāt it? Finding America a century before Columbus, surviving, protecting the secret. His life had one purpose. The plague.
Liz: Youāre not walking out of here.
Maddox: Do you know how contagious this is? Shoot me, I drop it, and then weāre both infected.
Liz: I said put it down.
Maddox: Either you let me go, or we both die. The choice is yoursā¦ Youāre just like everybody else. Youāre gonna save your life at the expense of millions of others.
Liz: Is that why you killed your wife?
Maddox: Carrie Ann killed herself. She wasnāt able to go through with it, but somebody needs to have the courage to do whatās necessary.
[ Groans ] [ Clatter ]
Radio Foster. Tell him weāre on our way.
Ressler!
Liz: [ Groans ] They have it. Itās gone. The plague, itās gone. [ Breathing heavily ]
Cooper: Call state and local police. Tell them we want lookouts and checkpoints at every highway leading out of the city. Find Maddox Beck!
Samar: You had him.
Liz: He was in possession of the strain.
Samar: Did you hesitate or not?
Liz: He threatened to release it.
Samar; And now a mad man is out there with the ability to start a pandemic.
Cooper: Enough. If itās the pneumonic plague, there are antibiotics, protocols.
Samar: For the strain that exists today, not the one thatās 700 years old. We have to assume that there is no cure for whatever Beck got his hands on.
Cooper: I said thatās enough.
Samar: This is unbelievable. [ Stomps off ]
Cooper: Alert the CDC. Tell them that a potential category 5 threat has just been identified with no cure and a high probability of exposure.
Aram: Agent Keen. Whatever decision you made, Iām sure it was the right one. Iāve seen you under pressure in the moment.
Liz: Thank you.
Aram: I mean it. The way you handle ā take Mr. Reddington, for example. He asked me to do one thing, and I freeze up, ā but youāre always able to ā
Liz: What? What? What are you talking about?
Aram: Oh, wait. Uh, no, just, um. Youāre solid.
Liz: Reddington asked you to do ā ?
Aram: No, forget that. Bad example.
Liz: What did Reddington ask you to do?
Aram: Um [ Breathes deeply ]
Maddox: 200. That is the exact number of species that grows extinct every year. That is 10,000 times the natural rate of extinction, and one species is responsible. Ours. The reason that we are making the ultimate sacrifice Is because earth is literally dying. Everybody knows it, and no one will do anything about it. To preserve life on earth, we need to become Extinct. Sharon. [ Sighs ] Itās time.
Liz: Your wife made it perfectly clear your daughter has no interest in seeing you.
Red: Oh, dear.
Liz: The FBI is not in the business of handling your personal affairs.
Red:[ Laughs ] The FBI is in the business of my business. Why else would I be in business with the FBI?
Liz: If she is in danger, we will protect her, either from Berlin or you.
Red: Who told you sheās my daughter?ā
Liz: You have no right to have anything to do with that girl, not since the night you abandoned her.
Red: Iām touched.
Liz: You just upended your ex-wifeās entire life. Iām not gonna let you do the same thing to her.
Red: As a rule, I consider jealousy to be a base emotion. But in this case, itās quite endearing.ā¤
Liz: [ Sighs ] Oh, God. I am not jealous.
Red: I assure you, Lizzie, my quest to find this young woman will in no way compromise our relationship.
Liz: āOur relationshipā?
Red: Where are we on the case?
Liz: No, no, no. Weāre not doing that.
Red: I understand you lost Beck. It must be disheartening.
Liz: Let me be perfectly clear. Aram is not going to help you find your daughter. And the guy you have following me. Either you get rid of him, or I will.
[ ā« Beckās āGo It Aloneā plays ] [ Dog barks in distance ]
Iām coming over
See me down at the station
By the lane
With my hands in my pocket
Jingling a wish coin
That I stole from a fountain
That was drowninā
All the cares in the world
When I get older
Climbing up on the back porch fence
Just to see the dogs runninā
With a ring and a question
And my shivering voice is singing
Through a crack in the window
Na na na na na ā¦
ā [ TV chatter ] ā
ā¦ with a ring and a question
and my shivering voice
is singing through a crack in the window
ā na, na-na, na na ā I better go it alone
[ Cellphone rings ] [ Beep ]
Red: Itās about Agent Keen.
Na, na-na, na na
Ezra: Sir.
Red: She seems unusually agitated. Iām not sure why, but I believe sheās hiding something from me.
Down on the corner
see me standing
on a makeshift road
with the dust storm blowing
na, na-na, na na
in a long black shadow
Ezra: Hiding what?
Red: Iām not sure.
Pull a hammer from a coal mine
[as Lizās double undresses ā¦]
Red: But I think sheās worried you may expose her.
Comb my hair back
Red: Sheās made it clear she wants you gone.
Where my number was written
Red: I told her thatās not an option.
Driving on the sidewalk
Red: I think she may try to manipulate the situation.
Na, na-na, na na
in my rearview mirror
I better go it alone
Red: [ Chuckles ] Donāt worry. Iāve got eyes on her as we speak. Sheās not going anywhere.
Go it alone na, na-na, na na Itās all well.
Ezra: Iāll be handling, sir.
Red: Donāt.
Na, na-na, na na na, na-na, na na
[ Door opens ]
Iām coming over
See me down at the station
By the lane
With my hands in my pocket
Jingling a wish coin
That I stole from a fountain
That was drowninā
All the cares in the world
Samuel Aleko (Samoan): You think itās a good idea you being here this time of night?
Liz: I need to go inside.
Aleko: Girl, youāre pushing it.
Liz: Can I go inside?
With a ring and a question
And my shivering voice is singing
Through a crack in the window
Na na na na na, I better go it alone
Na na na na na, I better go it alone
Na na na na naWish Coin by Beck:
Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/1JTfbnv
YouTube: http://bit.ly/1R7Zdou
[ Beckās people have gathered to take the toxin, which Pepper is distributing ]
Beck: Can you feel it?
Woman: Yes. I can feel it inside me. I can feel it growing.
Beck: Amen.
[ Horn blares ] [ Coughing ]
On TV: Unconfirmed reports indicate hundreds have been infected as a result of the outbreak. The Capitol and the Supreme Court have been evacuated. Metro police have quarantined a 15-block area, reaching from Constitution to Pennsylvania Avenue.
Liz: Patient Zero has been I.D.ād as Sharon McManus. Prelim autopsy confirms we are dealing with a genetically modified strain of pneumonic plague.
Cooper: Modified how?
Liz: We have no idea, but it is working at an accelerated rate.
Ressler: People in the quarantine, none of them look sick yet.
Liz: From what the CDC can tell, the contagion works in three phases, the first of which is incubation. Right now, it is dormant in their immune systems. It is not airborne yet, but that is only going to last for the first few hours.
Cooper: Then what?
Liz: It turns the victim symptomatic, then infectious. Based on what we can tell from the time of death and the rapid depletion of Patient Zeroās target cells, those healthy-looking people will be dead in nine hours.
Cooper: How many people are we talking about?
Ressler: Roughly 2,300 in quarantine, sir.
Cooper: Talk to me about the treatment protocols.
Samar: There are none. In order to understand how the disease was altered, to find a cure, we need a sample of the original strain.
Ressler: And Beck has the only one.
Aram: Hey. Full ERT report on Patient Zeroās effects just came in. They found this on the victimās shirt hair from a rodent, a rat species specifically bred for scientific purposes. Rattus norvegicus. There are only two licensed suppliers for clinical trials. And in the last month, theyāve only had one shipment that didnāt go to a university or research facility.
Ressler: You got Beckās shipping address.
Aram: Two story property in Thurmont.
Cooper: Send the Biohazard team at Quantico.
Man: Clear! [ Biohazard team goes through Beckās lab ] [ Indistinct shouting ] [ Sighs ] [ Beep ] [ Receiver clicks ] [ Telephone dialing ]
Glen at DMV: [ Sighs ] [ Ringing ] I need you to come in. I found your girl.
[ Telephones ringing ] [ Indistinct conversations ] [ Buzzer ] Woman: Number 84.
Glen; The picture you gave me, the one of the girl I had it aged up in the system and marked as an FBI inquiry five weeks ago.
Red: The vending machine is still not working.
Glen: Then Dolly goes in for hair plugs. Sheās the only one in the Southwest Service Center with access, so Iām frozen out.
Red: The woman grading the written tests needs to shower.
Glen; But this morning, Dolly comes back, and guess what. Old Dolly got a hit A 97% match on your girl.
Red: Zoe Dantonio.
Glen: As I said, these things take time. What the hell is that?
Red: Itās a new vending machine. Yours is broken. Consider it a bonus.
[ Door opens, closes ]
Ressler: Siteās decontaminated. The equipment looks like itās been used recently.
Liz: My God. D.C. was just the beginning. [ Dialing, ringing ] Theyāre gonna be on planes. Aram, get me the FAA.
Maddox: When an organism is ill, it develops antibodies to combat the illness. Nature creates the instruments to eradicate deadly disease. In this case, the disease is humanity.Weāre the antidotes. Climate change, water shortages, a population approaching eight billion We wonāt live to see it. And there will be no one left to remember. But our sacrifice will usher in the dawn of a new earth. Sharon began our crusade, and now the rest of us must see it through.To a new day.
All: To a new day.
[ Inhales deeply ]
Samar: CDC quarantined a vehicle found at Dulles. There was an inhaler mask discovered outside of the car. We wonāt have the official results for a few hours, but the toxins inside appear to match those found in Beckās lab.
Aram: Vehicleās owner was one Ron Crocker, boarded a plane to Panama City two hours ago. Liz: Every passenger on that flight will be infected.
Cooper: We have Crockerās travel profile?
Aram: Yeah. [ Keyboard clacks ] Okay. Uh, one-way ticket, traveling alone, no checked baggage. Ticket purchased within the last eight hours.
Ressler: Can you apply the same criteria to passengers on flights from Dulles to the other target cities?
Liz: Every matching profile is a potential follower infected with the plague.
Aram: Okay, 31 matches. Of those, seven are business travelers who made last-minute reservations using corporate cards.
Cooper: Are they already in flight?
Aram: All but one, Chris Perez. Leaves Dulles for Toronto within one hour.
Ressler: Probably still in the incubation period.
Liz: We can take him down, isolate him before he boards.
Cooper: You work with Aram. Notify the FAA of those infected flights. You get to Dulles, make sure Perez does not get on that flight.
Woman: Final boarding for flight 428, service to Toronto, please proceed to gate A.
Aram: Weāve located four of the suspects. Two land in 45 minutes: Moscow and SaoPaulo.
Cooper: Get word to the air marshals on board. Have teams on the tarmacs ready to quarantine those planes. Contact the TSA and have them patch us into the airport security feeds.
Aram: We have to assume the passengers are all infected. Quarantine wonāt help them, only the cure.
Ressler: Which we donāt have.
[ Sirens wailing ] [ Tires screech ]
Man: Follow me, please.
[ Police radio chatter ] [ Indistinct conversations ] Coming through! Make way! Federal agents coming through! Stand aside, please! Coming through here! Federal agents!
Liz:[ Sighs ] Heās not at the gate. Aram, you got eyes?
Aram: Looking. Looking now.
Liz: Iām gonna double back.
Aram: Okay. Come on.
Ressler: Go back. There.
Aram: Thatās him. There he is. A black jacket with a gray hoodie, a green shoulder bag. Near gate C-13.
[ Samar sees him & takes off after him. She catches up with him. They struggle. He sprays her w atomizer with virus, grabs her weapon and shoots her in the abdomen before Liz takes him out. ] [ Indistinct conversations ]
Woman: Whatās going on?
[ Samar closes door to protect others from virus. Grunts ]
[ People screaming ]
Liz: Officer down! I need a medic!
Samar [To Liz]: You canāt come in here!
Liz: Samar, youāre gonna bleed out! Youāve got to open this door! Itās out.
Samar: Iām infected. If you come in here, you will be, too.
[ Liz comes in anyway ] [ Breathing heavily ] [ Liz stems Samarās bleeding ]
Liz: Youāll be okay.
[ Samar groans ]
Liz: Shh, shh.
Ressler: Eighteen of the flights are now in quarantine and the suspects have been arrested.
Cooper: The others.
Ressler: Diverted with military escorts.
Cooper: What about the infected? Liz and Samar How much time do they have?
Ressler: Worst-case scenario Eight hours.
Aram: I was able to trace a credit card tied to the plane tickets Beck purchased, but he created a VPN. The computer he used accessed the Internet within a 50-mile radius of Abingdon.
Cooper: Get our people in Virginia the coordinates have them start a canvass.
And the radius. Narrow it down.
[ Cooper walks off ]
Aram: [ Mumbling ] Yeah, uh [ Dialing ] ā¦ Mr. Reddington, I-Iām calling about Agent Keen.
Red: Circumstances have changed, Aram. I found what I was looking for.
Aram: You have? I mean, uh, you have. Thatās so ā Thatās fantastic. But, uh, thatās actually ā Thatās not why Iām calling. Uh, Agent Keen, she and Agent Navabi, theyāve been infected.
Red: When?
Aram: Just over an hour ago.
Red: Where are you on Beck?
Aram: Heās somewhere outside Abingdon, but I donāt know where. Iāve searched the public record. Uh, tax bills, power, phone. Itās like ā Itās like he lives off the grid.
Red: Well, there you have it.
Aram: Have what? [ Beep ]
[ Liz & Samar ]
[ Indistinct conversations ] [ Breathing heavily ] [ Chuckles ]
Samar: What?
Liz: Mm, nothing.
Samar: What made you smile?
Liz: Nipple guards. A year ago, I, uh Tom and I, we were going to adopt a newborn, and we were having a baby shower. And one of the guests, this teacher, she brought nipple guards.
Samar: Did she know you were adopting?
Liz: Uh, exactly, yes, she [ Sighs ] It was like she was reminding me that I wasnāt pregnant. I was just so pissed. I didnāt even thank her. [ Sighs ] God, I wish I could just go back and thank her. I had it all figured out. I was gonna have a baby. And a husband. And then he showed up.
Samar: You know everyone talks about it, right? They donāt want to bring it up with you. Why you? Who is he to you?ā¤
Liz: [ Inhales sharply ] Reddington is. The bane of my existence. And yet, here he is, trying to reconnect with his daughter? Trying to find her? And I find myself feeling possessive.ā¦
Samar: Mm.
Liz: ā¦ Possessive of him, jealous of the girl heās trying to protect. And if thatās not embarrassing enough, thatās exactly how he predicted Iād feel.ā¤
Samar: You think theyāve delivered that baby yet? [ Sighs ]
Liz: Carrie Ann Beckās? Thatās probably why she backed out, right? ā Because of that baby.
Samar: Mm-hmm.
Liz: And when they find a cure, when we walk out of here, itāll all be because of that baby.
Aram: [ Breathing heavily ] Hey. Uh, I figured it out. Technically, Mr. Reddington figured it out, but I think I know where Beck is. Heās a radical environmentalist, so any electricity would be solar. We have a 50-mile search area.
Cooper: That could be dozens of houses.
Aram: Using grid-tied power. But people who want to sever ties with the government, they would use off-grid systems, which are very uncommon.
Cooper: How uncommon?
Aram: I could only find one with the capability to support a compound large enough for Beck and his followers. Um, I should mention Iām pretty sure Mr. Reddington has a head start.
Beck: Pepper, whatās ā
[ Pepper shows him sheās cuffed ]
Red: [ Red chuckles ] You two out here playing grab-ass in the woods just smacks of something biblical.
Beck: Who the hell are you?
Red: Iām the snake in the grass. ā¤ I was a big fan of yours at one time. I remember you in that little, inflatable boat in the North Sea, going up against that oil platform, huge waves tossing you up against the pilings, fire hoses and steel oil drums raining down from above. My God, it gives me goose bumps just thinking about it. Then I had the good fortune of sharing a cell in a prison outside Sochi with an associate of yours, Yevgeny Bushkin. Big bear of a man, 150 kilos on an empty belly. As I remember it, Yevgeny went on hunger strike to protest some oil pipeline that threatened a vital something-or-other. You probably remember better than I.
But the point is the old boy didnāt eat for 74 days. Imagine that. I wouldnāt have the discipline.
My weakness is sausage and peppers. But Yevgeny ā He did it. Wasted away like Christ on the cross, dying for a cause. Your cause. And I remember thinking that the only men Iāve known that have people who are willing to die for their cause are either saints or megalomaniacs.āAnd you. Are no Saint. Which is why Iām not surprised to find you and Pepper waiting out Armageddon here in Eden.You and I both know youāre not gonna die for your cause.
[Dembe has antidote in vials]
Beck: Put that down!
Red: You dig up a plague, hatch a plan to spread it around the world, but before you do, you synthesize a cure. For yourself and your Eve. Ironic, isnāt it. If you were half as dedicated to your cause as Yevgeny was, there would be no vaccine, I wouldnāt be here, and you and Pepper would be free to romp like bunnies until the convulsing and hemorrhaging started.
Beck: Youāre wrong. My actions are about our crimes against the earth.
Red: Iāll be frank, Mr. Beck, because Iām in a bit of a hurry. Iām not here for you. I think you know what Iām about to ask for.
Beck: Whatās he talking about?
Red: Red: You never told him?
Told me what?
Red: Where is it?
Pepper: Please. donāt.
Beck: Never told me what?
Red: We donāt have much time.
[ She glances at bottle hanging from tree. Red takes skeleton key from bottle,]
Red:[ Laughs ] [ Sirens wailing in distance ] Ah. [ Key jingles ] [ Sighs ] My business is finished here. Iāll leave the two of you. Iām sure you have plenty to discuss.
[ Wailing continues ] [ Beeping ]
[ Red finds & watches āthe girlā (ZoĆ«) from a distance working in a food van. ]
[ Hospital: Red w Lizzie. Liz sleeping, Red puts earbuds in her ears & plays the music below, takes Lizās hand and holds it. Aram sits at Samarās bedside, she wakes & smiles at him ]
ā«āThe Baby ā You Were Bornā
By Cloud Cultā« You were born into a strange world.
Like a candle, you were meant to share the fire.
I donāt know where we come from, and I donāt know where we go.
But my arms were made to hold you, so I will never let you go.
Cuz you were born to change this life.
You were born to chase the light.
You were bornā¦ā« Love your mother, yeah sheās a good one.
Sheāll build you armor; keep you warm as a hen.
The stars may fall and the rains may pour,
But I will love you evermore.
You were born to make this right.
You were born to chase the light.
You were bornā¦
Cooper: Just got off with the CDC. Theyāve started vaccine protocol. All quarantined victims have been treated, along with the passengers from those flights. Carrie Anne Beck was taken off life support. Notify her next of kin. Tell them about the child.
[ Scene changes to Red laughing while watching home movies of a little girl 4-6 playing with super-bubbles. Then his face changes from joyful to pensive to horror ā¦ ]
ā« Oh my precious, oh my love, when they come to take me,
I will hold you from above.
I donāt know why weāre here, and I donāt know how,
But Iām here with you now, I am here with you now.
Cuz you were born to change this life.
Cuz you were born to make this right.
Cuz you were born to chase the light.ā« Oh my precious, oh my love, when they come to take me,
I will hold you from above.
I donāt know why weāre here, and I donāt know how,
But Iām here with you now, I am here with you now.
Cuz you were born to change this life.
Cuz you were born to make this right.
Cuz you were born to chase the light.Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/1tGNSUL
YouTube: http://bit.ly/1MKyT2z
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Last updated: 8/8/2015
Program air date: 10/27/2014 in the US
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Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Director: David Platt
Writers: Jon Bokenkamp, Daniel Knauf
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Script 2:6 The Mombasa Cartel
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Blurb: A ghoulish family in rural Alaska turns animal trafficking on its head in this Halloween edition of The Blacklist. Red finally connects with the young woman he has been seeking. Dembeās backstory is revealed.
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[ Chickens clucking ] [ Goats bleating ] [ Bleating continues ] [ Vehicle approaching ]
You are Samwel Zuma?
I am.
I heard you have a big mouth.
No! [ All shout ] Oh! Oh! [ Gunshot ] [ Crying ] [ Gunshot ]
[ ā« Poirierās āBang Bangā plays ] [ Indistinct singing ] Bang, bang bang, bang, yeah bang, bang, bang, bang bang, bang, bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang [ Indistinct singing ]
[ Knock on door ]
Man: Service de chambre.
Come!
ā« bang, bang [ Singing continues ]
Good morning, Mr. Batouala.
Will you be dining at the table this morning?
In bed, I think.
Very good, sir.
[ ā« Singing continues ]
[ Grunts ]
ā« Bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang [ Indistinct singing ]
[ Breathing heavily ]
[ Dog whines ]
Man on TV: āTigers in India have become less abundant in recent years due to excessive hunting. The remaining big cats are now concentrated in tiny, isolated groups, leading to inbreeding, which weakens their resistane to disease.ā
[ Television clicks off ]
Red: So nostalgic. The charming and yet tragic naĆÆvetĆ©, as if these creatures will somehow flourish if Harlan and Jack can [ Chuckling ] just manage to relocate a breeding female.
Liz: Poachers?
Red: Not poachers, Lizzie ā traffickers. The poor devils who do the killing are the smallest of cogs in a very large machine. And the Mombasa Cartel is the worst of the lot. They operate behind an impenetrable veil of secrecy, enforced by brute terror and a ratās nest of corporate fronts. Subsidiaries of shells inside numbered accounts.
Liz: This is going to take some convincing. The FBIās job is to protect people.
Red: Granted. Letās forget about the animals for a moment The wholesale extinctions, the impact on the environment. Letās just consider the human toll. The thorough corruption of local authorities, political assassinations, the massacres of entire villages and wildlife compounds. Eradicated for the most base of all possible motives: Profit. Hundreds of billions of dollars a year in blood money ā human blood money.
Liz: This is important to you.
Red: Someday the creatures on that program will be akin to unicorns and griffins ā A fairy-tale bestiary written in past tense, and no one is lifting a finger to stop it. Why not, Lizzie? Why not us?ā¤
Pharmacist: Iām sorry, this is a controlled class medication. I canāt refill it without a prescription.
Ressler: And I told you, youāre ā Youāre not refilling it. Youāre replacing it. The pills were stolen from my car.
Pharmacist: You file a police report?
Ressler: Yeah.
Pharmacist: Yeah.
Ressler: Of course I did. Look ā Iāll get in touch with my doctor. Iāll, uh, Iāll be right back.
Pharmacist: Next.
Liz: Over the last few years, high-ranking poachers have disappeared without a trace from the Jalloh and Yeboah clans, the Bholas in India, and the Rocha Cartel in Bolivia. Now, no oneās taken credit yet, but according to Reddington, the Mombasa Cartel is working to corner the illegal wildlife trade.
Ressler: [ Arriving late ] Sorry.
Liz: Four days ago, a dead body washed up south of Petropavlovsk on the Kamchatka Peninsula. Flayed and skinned with surgical precision, according to the local medical examiner.
Cooper: Does the victim have a name?
Liz: Joseph Batouala ā Kenyan, part of the Wanjiku Cartel, the alleged mastermind behind the 2013 elephant massacre at Hwange National Park in Zimbabwe. The parkās watering holes were dosed with cyanide, killing 300 elephants and thousands of other animals.
Cooper: And this is the work of our victim?
Samar: Victims. High-ranking officials from half a dozen other cartels have also disappeared.
Liz: According to Reddington, these gangs are just small fish in a very big pond. By far, the most destructive is the Mombasa Cartel. [ Cellphone vibrates ] Reddington. I have to take this.
Samar: They are ruthless, secretive, and highly organized. Itās estimated that the Mombasa Cartel smuggles about a billion dollars in contraband per year, from ivory and hides to the illegal import of exotic pets to traditional folk remedies.
Cooper: Remedies. For what?
Samar: Anything from blindness to erectile dysfunction. For instance, in Vietnam, the horn of a rhinoceros is believed to cure cancer, so it commands a price of about $9,000 per gram.
Ressler: Where was Batouala last seen alive?
Samar: Hotel dāArgent, Paris.
Ressler: Paris. And yet his body washes ashore on the Russian coast?
[ Door hinges creak ] [ Beeping ] [ Motor whirs ] [ Door opens ] [ Door closes ]
Ezra: [ To Liz ] Do you want to tell Reddington, or should I?
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[ā« ] Run from me, darlinā
Run, my good wife
Run from me, darlinā you
better run for your life
[ Door opens, closes ]
ā« And each time I see you
I contemplate
Skye Kincaid: Oh, Matthew. Thatās the best one yet.
ā« What I love most of all
Skye: Heās ā heās beautiful.
ā« Your swinginā gaze
run from me, baby
Red: Iāve arranged drinks for you with Geoff Perl.
Liz: Who will be joining us? Bill Gates, Warren Buffett?
Red: No, just you and Geoff. Despite being the 33rd richest man on the planet and the C.E.O of Deckard Capital, Geoff is a passionate advocate for wildlife protection. Heās also an expert on the illegal-animal trade. If anyone knows anything about the Mombasa Cartel, itāll be Geoff.
Liz: Iām sorry. Iām still getting past the whole āyouāre buddies with Geoff Perlā thing.
Red: Weāre not buddies. I donāt have buddies. Geoff and I simply share a number of interests. Among them, the protection of endangered animals. I act as a bundler for his charities.
Liz: And what does he do in return?
Red: Nothing nefarious, I assure you. Advice, information, the occasional stock tip. One hand washes the other.
Red: There we go. Queen to B4. Check.
Red: Your name is Judy Trierweiler. Youāre an activist, investigative reporter, researching an exposĆ© on the Mombasa Cartel. You post under the screen name āElsa.ā
Liz: And when is this happening?
Red: Tonight at La Porte Rouge, Dress down. What is it?
Liz: Uh, Trierweiler, right? Judy Trierweiler, aka āElsa.ā
Red: You all right?
[ā« Rock music plays ] [ Rock music continues ] [ Music ends ] [ Cheers and applause ]
Geoff: Geoff Perl. You must be Elsa. Seen your posts. Like your style. A friend tells me you want some inside dope on the Mombasa Cartel.
Liz: Iāve had a hard time getting a toehold.
Geoff: Welcome to the party. My foundationās had the Mombasas in our sights since our inception. Public enemy number one, the worst of the worst and very smart. The crafty bastards at the top keep their hands clean by financing their wet work through a hundred shells and offshores. Never been able to crack that firewall. If you want to give it a try
Liz: Mm.
Geoff: Got to warn you, though ā It could be very dangerous.
Liz: I can handle myself.
Geoff: Iām sure you can. I wager you can handle just about anything.
Red: I knew Geoff would adore you. Youāre a dead ringer for the last two of his three wives.
Liz: Oh? What did his first one look like?
Red: More like me than you, Iām afraid. Geoff is a savant of sorts. Married into a small fortune, built it into Deckard. Sits on the boards of half a dozen tech companies, owns a big piece of all of them. Then plows millions into animal-related causes.
What did he have on the Mombasas?
Liz: Just one access point Lee Chung, Emerson-Concorde Imports.
[ Siren wails ] [ Tires screech ]
Man: Who are you? Why you do this?
Liz: FBI. We were wondering if you wouldnāt mind assisting us in an investigation weāre conducting.
Man: What kind of investigation?
Ressler: The kind of investigation where, if you donāt help us out, I just yell, āgun!ā And we beat your ass to the curb.
Man: Iām unarmed.
Ressler: You gonna cooperate? Please say āno.ā
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What?
Liz: Nothing. You were late to work again. You seem a little edgy.
Ressler: Iām fine. Thanks, Mom.
Liz: Chungās business specializes in the importation of game meats and animal parts from endangered species. Heās willing to roll over on everyone else but claims he doesnāt know anything about the Mombasa Cartel.
Cooper: You show him the contraband customs had tagged in his warehouse?
Liz: Yeah. And the estimated fees Aram worked up.
Aram: Itās a lot.
Ressler: Plus 112 charges pending.
Cooper: And that didnāt rattle him?
Aram: [ Beeping ] Whoa, oh, flag up. Looks like we got another one. Pulled up this morning in a fishermanās net in Hokkaido, Japan. ā same M.O, skinned. A local M.E. I.D.ād him from the serial numbers found on an artificial hip Alejandro Gomez, Bolivian.
Liz: Rocha Cartel?
Aram: According to Bolivian police and WCS, rumors are that Gomez worked for ā
Samar: The Mombasa Cartel. Chung broke. It turns out our original victim was not with the Wanjiku Cartel. He defected a year ago to the Mombasas.
Liz: Somebodyās poaching the poachers.
[ Ezra is watching TV or video ]
ā Tell him what you said.
ā I said you wouldnāt be alone.
ā [ Cellphone rings ] Like they care.
ā She say anything? Yeah, sheās waiting now.
ā Do you want me to go get her and let her tell you herself?
ā Yep.
Liz: Thanks for the 24-hour reprieve. I met with Reddington yesterday.
Ezra: You told him?
Liz: I started to, but no, I didnāt.
Ezra: Thatās too bad. It wouldāve been better coming from you.
Liz: I hope you understand I donāt have a choice.
Ezra: Neither do I.
Police: Freeze! On the ground! [ They subdue Ezra. Handcuffs click ]
Skye Kincaid (mother): Your father called. He found another āfriendā for Matthew.
[ Sighs ] [ Tailgate slams ]
Peter Kincaid (son): I just got back.
Skye: Oh, dear lord. Listen to you go on.
Peter: Iām the one who does all the abductions. Iām the one who takes all the risks while the two of you sit around and ā
Skye: Weāre a family. Everyone does his part. The poachers your father identifies deserve what they get. You should be proud to help him. And to help your brother, too. I know itās hard. But you know I love you. Peter, my rock.
Zoe: Hey! Hey, mister! You forgot ā
Red: [ Chuckling ] My hat. Oh, my gosh. I canāt believe I forgot it. Itās my favorite. Thank you. Iām sorry. Whatās your name?
Zoe: Zoe.
Red: Zoe. Thank you so much, Zoe. [Offers some bills]
Zoe: Oh, no, really. I canāt. No, no, no.
Red: Please. I insist.
Zoe: No, Iām good. All right, then.
Red: Iām Kenneth, by the way Kenneth Rathers.
Zoe: Hello, Kenneth.
Red: Thank you again, Zoe. I am quite fond of this hat.
Zoe: Let me see. Very snappy, Kenneth.
Red: Later!
Aram: Taking into account estimated time of death, Iā Iāve programmed a simulation illustrating point of origin by running the tidal and ocean-current data for the dates our two floaters washed up in Japan and Russia. Check it out. [ Awesome graphics ] The orange one is Gomez. And as you can see, both bodies were dumped somewhere off the coast of Sitka, Alaska.
Samar: Sitka was the location of the Animal Underground network, a militant animal-rights group.
Cooper: āWasā?
Samar: Yes. In 1971, their leader, Timothy Carlyle, along with six others, were tried and convicted on five counts of homicide for stalking and killing grizzly poachers up at Katmai National Park.
Cooper: I remember that case. Became a bit of a cause cĆ©lĆØbre, as I recall.
Samar: Yes, the Sitka Seven.
Ressler: Seven whyās it always seven?
Liz: After the bust, the whole thing imploded. By all accounts, the rest of the group were more or less hangers-on ā Flakes, useful idiots.
Cooper: Go deep on Animal Underground. See what became of every member of the group. Arrests, activities, associates. Especially those still in Sitka.
Samar: What about Chung?
Cooper: Cut him loose. Put a tail on him and see where he leads us. Ressler, get packed. I want you in Sitka for face-time with anyone Samar turns up.
[TV]: āHeās been on the FBIās ten most wanted list for years, but authorities may be finally closing in on notorious international criminal Raymond āRedā Reddington. Acting on an anonymous tip, police arrested a man they say is a close associate of Reddingtonās and who may be able to lead them to the elusive concierge of crime.ā [ Television clicks off ]
Red: Was all this really necessary?
Liz: Tell you what. How about I find someone to follow you around 24/7 and see how you like it?
Red: You know as well as I this has nothing to do with being followed. This is about being found out. Youāre hiding something. Why else risk my capture?
Liz: Ezraās not gonna talk.
Red: I know that, but you didnāt. And now youāre holding him in a cement box under a no-contact order. Congratulations, Lizzie. Youāve plugged the hole, but the dam will fail. Itās only a matter of time.
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[ Insects chirping ]
[ Skye is giving her grown son Matthew a bubble bath ]
[ ā« ] Run from me, baby Rosemary:
Come on, buttercup.
Skye: You just know weāre gonna wear this old thing out if we keep playing it. How about āWheels on the busā?
Matthew: Okay.
Skye: Peterās coming tomorrow. Heās bringing a new friend for you to play with. isnāt that great?
Matthew: Ho-ho-ho!
[ Laughs ] Look at you, Kris Kringle! Time to get out now, before you shrivel up like a raisin.
ā« Your swinginā gaze
My, my. Look at my big boy!
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[ Pill bottle opens ] [ Breathing heavily ] [ Breathes deeply ] [ Grunts ]
Ressler: Aah! [ Breathes sharply, grunts ] [ Pills rattling ]
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Ressler: Ressler.
Liz: Chung disappeared this morning. Somebody shot the agent surveilling him with a tranquilizer dart.
Ressler: Do you think he might have been abducted?
Liz: Possibly. Weāre not sure. He might have fled. We flagged his passport. Weāre tracking all international flights. Weāll keep you posted. At this point, the closest former Animal Underground members that we could find are in Anchorage.
Ressler: Any prospects?
Liz: Outside of one arrest for possession 15 years ago, they look clean.
Samar: The Ranch.
Liz: Oh, yeah. And make a run out to Igaluk Ranch. Itās the former location of their commune. Property was picked up at auction after the big bust by Wendigo, LLC.
Ressler: Iāll check it out. [ Hangs up ]
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Samar: The two vics were skinned antemortem. Presuming Sitka is the dumping site ā
Liz: They were transported alive.
Samar: You think sedated?
Liz: No doubt, but, still, customs, security ā Someone would have ā But, plus, how did they get onto a commercial flight without proper documentation?
Samar: Unless you donāt fly commercial. Homeland Security is loathe to inconvenience the rich and powerful.
Liz: Pull information on private jets departing the same days our victims were abducted. Crosscheck tail numbers. See if you can find a pattern.
[ Engine shuts off ] [ Clinking ]
Ressler: [ Knocks ] Hello?
[ Rumbling in distance ]
Skye: Private property.
Ressler: Iām sorry. I didnāt know anyone was here.
Skye: Well, now you do. Thereās signs posted along the road. Youād best leave.
Ressler: Donald Ressler. FBI. You mind if I ask you some questions?
Skye: What kind of questions?
Ressler: About the former owners, the Animal Underground. You heard of them?
Skye: Yeah, a little. Theyāre gone now. Been gone a long time. Now itās just us up here.
Ressler: Us?
Skye: Me. My son Peter.
Ressler: Anyone else?
Skye: No.
[ Engine shuts off ]
Peter: Howdy.
Ressler: You must be Peter.
Peter Kincaid. And you are?
Ressler: Donald Ressler.
Skye: Heās with the FBI.
Peter: Oh.
Ressler: Anything you can tell me about the former owners?
Peter: [ Sighs ] [ Chuckling ] Never met them.
Ressler: A bunch of them went to jail. Right?
Peter: A long time ago. Sorry you came all the way out here for nothing.
Ressler: [ Chuckles ] Thatās okay. Thanks for the cooperation.
Peter: Yep.
Ressler: What do you have there?
Peter: Goat.
Ressler: Didnāt the people who used to be here have a bunch of goats?
Peter: [ Chuckles ] Lots of people got goats.
Ressler: You mind if I take a look?
Peter: Just watch your fingers. He bites.
Ressler: Aah! [sees Chung in cage. Ressler is taken]
Aram: Paris two hours after Batouala disappears, a chartered Citation [small jet], CJ3S, leaves a private airstrip outside the city. Sao Paulo another Citation departs 45 minutes ā after Alejandro Gomez is abducted.
Liz: Same pilots?
Aram: Well, I got two different names here, but both check out as bogus, so Iād say yes.
Samar: Heās comfortable behind the stick of a Citation. Why change horses?
Aram: Right. So I checked local airports and got a third hit. [ Keys clacking ] Another citation, which departed yesterday from Westchester at 5:12 p.m.
Samar: Chung. Did they file a flight plan?
Aram: Bogus. Uh, all over the map ā Uh, Tokyo, Dubai, Paris.
Liz: Who chartered the planes?
Aram: Three separate jets, three separate companies. One domiciled in Oslo, uh, the second in Belgium, uh, the third in South Africa. But they all share a common corporate parent Or should I say a common corporate āsecond uncle cousin sister once removedā?
Liz: What do you know about a company called Wendigo, LLC?
Red: Wendigo. What have you found that connects him the cartel?
Liz: Not sure. All we know is Wendigo controls chartered jets used in the abductions and they own a piece of property in the same area where the bodies were dumped in the ocean Sitka, Alaska. Used to be a commune for a group called Animal Underground. Ressler went up there to ask some questions. Heās fallen out of contact. Anchorage divisionās scrambling HRT, and Samar and I are set to rendezvous with them in Juneau.
Red: In the meantime, if you can dig up any names behind Wendigo, Lizzie, be careful up there. [ Cellphone beeps ] [To Dembe] Thereās been a change of plans.
[ ā« ] [ Dramatic music plays ]
[ Grunting ]
Chung: Did you call in? What is happening? Is anybody gonna come?
Ressler: What the hell is that music?
[ā« Music continues ]
Chung: No oneās here. They left us to die.
Peter: Remember, Matty, only the animals that are tagged. Happy hunting. Iāll be at the house with Mom.
[ Music stops ] [ Insects chirping ]
[ Clicks, door hinges creak ] [ Grunts ]
Ressler: Hey! Stop! Stop! Where the hell are you running?! [ Panting ] Where are we? What do you know?
Chung: Nothing. I donāt know anything. Like you, I just [ Howl in distance ]
Ressler: How long did it take? To get here from the Ranch ā How long did it take?
Chung. Ten, fifteen minutes, no more.
Ressler: I passed a gas station on the highway east of here? If we can get back to it Ohh. [ Resslerās hands are shaking ]
Chung:!Whatās the matter with you?
Ressler: Iām fine. Nothing.
Chung: You looking for your pills? They took them. They took everything. [ Coughs ] [ Breathing heavily ] What are you a junkie? Youāre a cop.
Ressler: [ Grunts ] [ Grunts ] Iām not a junkie.
Chung: That what all junkies say.
[ Arrow fires, strikes Chung ] [ Coughs ] [ Howls ]
Skye: Iāve been trying to reach you for six hours.
Geoff: You know this is when I meditate.
Skye: A man from the FBI showed up asking questions. Peter had to take him out.
Geoff: What?
Skye: He had no choice. He saw Chung.
Geoff: Is he dead?
Skye: Well, he will be. We gave him to Matthew.
Geoff: Okay, listen to me. This time canāt be like the others ā No skinning, no stuffing, no evidence. Tell Peter. Heāll know what to do.
Skye: Matthew wonāt like that.
Geoff: I donāt care if Matthew likes it. I should have tipped off the police when he began his little hobby.
Skye: And have him locked up in some hellhole? He wouldnāt have lasted a month, and you know it. Heās a child. Heās your child.
Geoff: I know that. [ Breathes sharply ] Tell Peter to call me when itās done.
Skye: Namaste, Geoff.
Liz: Any intelligence on whoās up there?
Search team guy: Two confirmed: Rosemary, aka āSkye,ā Kincaid and her son, Peter.
Guy 2: The woman checks out as an associate of Animal Underground.
Guy: Yeah, a local girl got knocked up by one of their members, a fella they called ā Ace.ā Her son Pete is an expert guide and tracker.
Liz: Anybody else?
Guy: There could be. Word is, Rosie was pregnant again 40 years ago and insisted on giving birth up at the Ranch ā refused to come in town. Social services paid her a visit about eight months in, tried to convince her to change her mind and reported that she was no longer with child. People have talked hunters and whatnot. And thereās been sightings of somebody or āsomethingā else.
Liz: āSomething?ā
Guy: The rumor is itās Rosieās younger son.
[ Insects chirping ]
[ ā« ] [ The Jody Brian Quartetās āDrifting Home To Youā play ]
[ Ressler approaches group of people sitting around fire ]
Ressler: FBI. I need to use your phone. Someoneās after me.
[ Sees people are āstuffedā ]
Ressler: Hey.
Drifting on beneath the silver moon What is this? To the aisle of gold
Red: There you are ā Sean Salter. You went by the name āAceā back then. You left Animal Underground two years before the Sitka Seven killings and subsequent trials. Lucky, that. But, then, youāve always had a talent for well-timed exits. Well, it seems, Ace, thereās still some freaks up there living in the woods, skinning people and dumping them in the Bay.
Geoff: Poachers, not people, responsible for the decimation of hundreds of wild and endangered species.
Red: Yes. Horrific. And if that was your endgame, Iād be writing you another sizable contribution to keep up the good work. But that isnāt the endgame, is it, Geoff? You see, before I got involved with your Foundation, I ran a comprehensive background check. All your business interests, corporations. Among them, a rather innocuous shell called āWendigo, LLC.ā Everything looked fine. Shame on me.ā¤ Turns out Wendigo holds controlling stock in a small but lucrative concern called Emerson-Concorde Imports that you recently identified to a lovely young friend of mine as a front for the Mombasa Cartel.
Geoff: Why would I kill my own people?
Red: Youāre a businessman. As long as you were killing off the competition, you took the opportunity to clear out deadwood in your own operation. The evidence of your guilt is convoluted but irrefutable. I simply cannot fathom the journey, the moral detours necessary to change a man who cherished all creatures great and small into one who profits from their slaughter.ā¤
Geoff: My motives have never been about profits. I have more money than Iāll ever need. And thereās been no journey, no detours. Iām the same guy Iāve always been ā Iām a conservationist. And as you pointed out, Iām a businessman. I understand the law of supply and demand. As long as the market exists ā and it will always exist ā there will be people willing to meet the demand. It canāt be stopped. It can be controlled.
Red: A natural monopoly.
Geoff: Exactly. These cartels are completely out of control. But through a natural monopoly, the supply curve can be managed. The short-term demand can be met without threatening the long-term survival of the species.
Red: Geoff, that was breathtaking ā an operatic perversion of righteous intent. But your strategy, no matter how noble the rhetoric, is betrayed and, inevitably, defined by your actions.
This isnāt about conservation. Itās about consolidation. We are what we do, Ace.ā¤
Geoff: What do you want?
Red: A list identifying every member and operative in the Mombasa Cartel, their business entities, and distribution networks.
Geoff: Or?
Red: Or I shoot you here, now.
[ ā« ] Heās big, heās bad, heās an y and heās not gonna take it anymore
Matthew Kincaid: Hey, Alejandro. Thatās a real sweet song.
ā« head for the do this guyās got a bone to pick with you and I think he means
Matthew: What do you think, Joe? Donāt expect him to let you off. Yeah. Me, too.
From now on, youād better watch your back [ Humming ] and protect yourself from ha ā
donāt ever let your guard down ā
[ Clattering ] [ Ressler has been sitting in group. Matthew notices him moving. They engage and struggle. Ressler stabs Matthew and runs off into the woods ]
ā« While youāre going by the pont ā
[ Grunts ] [ Growling ] [ Wheezing ]
Man: Status?
Man 2: Male subject downstairs. Female upstairs bathroom.
.ā« Run from me, baby you better run for your life
[ HRT squad surrounds house ]
ā« What I love most of all
[ Skye is preparing bubble bath. She tests water temperature with her elbow ]
Skye: [ Hears footsteps ] Already? I wasnāt expecting
Matthew: Mama.
[ Skye turns around and sees Matthew bleeding ]
ā« your swinging
[ Skye screams ]
Man: [ Entering house ] FBI! [ Gunfire ] [ Indistinct shouting ] Get that window!
[ Liz pushes open bathroom door. Skye and Matthew are together in tub, clothed ]
Liz: Freeze!
Skye: Donāt cry, buttercup. Everythingās gonna be all right.
[ Skye pulls phonograph player into tub ]
Liz: No! [ Electricity crackles ] [ Skye and Matthew are electrocuted ]
Geoff: There it is. Thatās everything ā the whole cartel.
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Red: You know, 29 years ago in Sierra Leone, there was a farmer named Samwel Zuma who had the audacity to identify several low-level Mombasa operatives to local authorities. The cartel massacred the entire family. All but the youngest son. He was sold to a local ring of flesh peddlers. The majority of children in those circumstances donāt last more than nine months. He survived eight years. He was 14 when I found him. Too old, too tall, too angry and dangerous to be of any further value.ā¤ He was left to die, chained to a standpipe in the basement of a squalid brothel in Nairobi. Branded, burned, barely alive. So I took him. Made him well, saw to his education. He graduated university with a bachelorās degree in English Literature. He speaks four languages fluently and can get by in a half a dozen more. He is splendid. His name is Dembe ā Dembe Zuma.ā¤
Dembe: Raymond, donāt. That was then. It serves no purpose to kill him now.
Red: You see that, Geoff? That is what a good man does. That is what separates men like him from men like you and me. ā¤
[Red shoots Geoff]
Liz: To tell you the truth, I havenāt made a decision yet. [ Sighing ] The other day was close. I thought about telling Reddington. Heād know what to do. But the truth is, this is my responsibility ā One way or the other.
Tom: Iāve answered all your questions, Liz. You canāt hide me forever.
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ā« Proud as We Are
By Daniel Martin Mooreā« Proud as we are
Wonderful though it may be
Would you believe
This was never beā« Chase them out
Shovel their footsteps from the way
Turn a blind eye
You do whatever it takesā« And when the fields come calling me
And the feeling takes hold
Weāll spend our time on weightless things
And turn the lead in our goldā« Turn around and track yourself down
Bring it all to the light
I can still remember
How you colour the empty nightā« You speak to me
Of the clouds and of the sun
But you never know, you never know
What should be left undone
No you never know, you never know
What should be left undoneā« No you never know, you donāt know
You never know
You never know, you never know
You never know, you never knowLyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/1dFJaBv
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Last updated: 8/9/2015
Program air date: 11/3/2014 in the US
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Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Director:Karen Gaviola
Writers: Jon Bokenkamp, JR Orci, Lucas Reiter
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Script: 2:7 The Scimitar
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Blurb: Samar killed one of Iranās nuclear scientists and the Iranians are now out to kill one from the U.S. Liz is interrogating Tom on a rusty ship, and Berlin is about to receive a delivery which may alter his war with Red.
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[Middle-Eastern music playing] [Indistinct conversations] [Music continues]
[ Conversation in Farsi ā subtitles ]
Kian: I believe you were staring at me.
Samar: Was I?
Kian: Kian.
Samar: Ava. So ā¦ Were you going to keep staring or are you going to buy me a drink?
Man: Cumbernauld, ā55.
[ Outside hotel room ]
Kian: Keys. Where?
Samar: Right pocket.
[ End Farsi ]
[Both breathing heavily] [Laughing] [Both breathing heavily] [Both laugh]
[ Outside. Thud, glass shatters: man dead on car top ]
Tom: [Screams] Iāve told you everything I know.
Liz: Youāve given me pieces. Youāve helped around the margins, but I need more. I need Berlin!
Tom: How much do you think I can do from in here, Liz, chained to the floor? You need to let me go, and then I can ā
Liz: The arms supplier ā I want a name.
Tom: I can try to reach out to Berlin, but as long as I am in here, I canāt.
Liz: I want a name!
Tom: [Sighs] What month is it?
Liz: November.
Tom: Well, happy anniversary, Liz. You go to Passionfish to celebrate? Iām gonna freeze to death down here. You know that, right? [Sighs] Sevan. Sevan Volkov. He runs arms for Berlin. Heād be able to set a meeting.
Liz: That wasnāt so hard, was it?
Samar Navabi: So, what exactly did Reddington say?
Liz: Uh, it was Dembe. He said Red had another case but he specifically asked that you come along.
Samar: Does that bother you?
Liz: Why would it?
Samar: I thought he only spoke to you. Donāt want to step on your toes.
Liz: Iām fine. My toes are fine.
[ They enter record shop ]
Red: [Bell dings: Record shop] Ah, ladies, thank God you showed up. I took a left turn in the Rostropovich. Iāve ended up completely lost in the Chico Hamilton. This is an addiction.
I just canāt decide between ā Please pour some cold water on me, will you?
Liz: Why did you want both of us here?
Red: Both, youāre right. Thank you. Great idea. Anyway, funny story ā stop me if youāve heard it. Persian man walks into a bar, meets a beautiful woman, has a few drinks. Next thing you know, heās falling from a 12-story balcony.
Liz: I donāt get it.
Red: I imagine Agent Navabi does.
Samar: Youāre referring to Kian Nouri, the Iranian businessman who committed suicide in Dubai.
Red: I am, except he wasnāt a mere businessman. He was one of Iranās top nuclear scientists in Dubai to supervise purchase of several borehole gamma something-or-others. And he didnāt commit suicide. He was assassinated in a joint C.I.A./Mossad venture to undermine Iranās nuclear program, but, then, you know this already. My understanding is, she took a little detour to Dubai for a rendezvous with Mr. Nouri so she could toss him off a building.
Liz to Samar: You killed him?
Samar: If youāre asking me to comment on a Mossad operation, you know I canāt do that.
Red: I wasnāt asking. But Iām hardly one to judge. George Orwell wrote, āThose who abjure violence can do so āonly because others are committing violence on their behalf. ā What a visionary, but, Good Lord, his books are a downer. In any case, the bad news is, I was sharing a bowl of shisha with a Misiri minister, and they plan to retaliate. You kill their top scientist, they intend to kill yours, and theyāve dispatched a man known as āThe Scimitarā to do it.
Liz: The Scimitar?
Red: This is not your average killer, Agent Keen. Heās one part hit man, two parts con man.
Navabi: Iām familiar with his work.
Red: In 2009, his target was a Sunni tribal leader named Majeed Abd Bawi. The Scimitar gained access by joining his militia. [Laughing] Oh, thatās right! Fought for the man for seven months until the day he got close enough to aerate Bawiās carotid with a fork. Heās dedicated, resilient, cunning, responsible for the murder of dozens of high-value targets, and, according to my sources, heās already on U.S. soil.
Assistant Director: Harold, Iām the Assistant Secretary of NCB. I run point on all international nuclear matters. If this guy was the threat you claim, heād be on my radar. Whoās your source on this threat?
Cooper:A confidential informant with an extremely reliable track record. Iām afraid thatās as specific as I can get. If Iām right, whatās our exposure on this?
Assistant Director: Cloud Top. Itās the classified designation for a warhead project design. Itās staffed by our top three scientists. If any of them fell into the hands of a rogue nation, that countryās nuclear program would advance decades overnight.
Cooper: What kind of security protocols do you have in place?
Assistant Director: The DSS provides them with false identities, social security numbers, even cover professions. We hide them in plain sight, sort of a Witness Protection for high-value assets.
Cooper: Thatās not gonna cut it. You need to pull these people off the streets and into protective custody.
Assistant Director: All right, Harold. Iāll put two of them on lock-down. I can do that without drawing too much scrutiny.
Cooper: And the third?
Assistant Director: Thatās gonna be a problem. The D.O.D. asset is Amalia Collins Senior Engineer of our Warhead Design Team. When sheās not on active status, she serves as a professor of astrophysics at Duke.
Cooper: It says here sheās scheduled to deliver a talk tonight at a symposium at the Granville Hotel.
Assistant Director: D.O.D.ās reluctant to call it off at the last minute because of the scrutiny it would draw. They feel it could put her in further danger.
Cooper: You mean theyāre not gonna pull her?
Assistant Director: Thereās no indications the Iranians have any idea of her real value.
Cooper: Letās make sure it stays that way. In the meantime, we need to track this Scimitar before heās able to I.D. our team.
Liz: Uh, we need to talk.
Ressler: I got things under control.
Liz: Uh-huh. Whenās the last time you used?
Ressler: Sitka, almost a week.
Liz: This happens all the time ā agents taking meds to get over injuries and then they get hooked. Itās no big deal.
Ressler: What are you gonna do, Keen? ā Tell Cooper Iām an addict?
Liz: I want you to get help.
Ressler: And Iām telling you, I can kick this on my own, and if I canāt, hell, Iāll walk into Cooperās office myself.
Liz: I got no problems with that.
[ Cellphone vibrates ]
Liz: I got your text. Whatās the problem?
Samuel Aleko: Zebra mussels. Fish and game are running random inspections for invasive species.
Liz: Zebra mussels. Did they go inside?
Aleko: They tried to, but I held them off, but I donāt know for how long. Weāre gonna either have to move the boat or him.
[Lock disengages] [Door thuds]
Tom: Talk to Volkov?
Liz: We have a meeting this afternoon. I brought you some warmer clothes.
Tom: Well, thatās nice. Now you care about me.
Liz: Is that it now youāre, uh, concerned for my well-being?
Tom:You can try and make yourself feel better about what youāre doing, but I told you the truth. I delivered on my word. So, when are you gonna deliver on yours?
Liz: Weāve been over this. You help me eliminate Berlin, and as far as Iām concerned, this whole thing is over. Until then, enjoy the view.
Tom: Liz you canāt keep me in here! Liz! You canāt keep me in here! Damn it, Liz!
Liz: Sevan Volkov! Thank you for meeting with me.
Volkov: And what choice did I have?
Liz: Berlin. I know you supply him with arms shipments.
Volkov: And how do you know this?
Liz: Tell me where to find him.
Volkov: If you know anything about Berlin, you know I canāt do that.
Liz: Thought you might say that, which is why I nominated you for our āMost Wantedā list. C.I.D.
has approved it. Weāre just waiting for the Directorās signature.
Volkov: Eh, if youāre gonna arrest me, arrest me.
Liz: So you can sit silent in a cell with an expensive attorney? Mm, Iād rather leave you out there, let the world know weāre looking for you. Once news of this hits the streets, Berlin will know the U.S. government is spending limitless resources and time looking for you a man who has intimate details about him and his business affairs. You have two options either you lead me to Berlin or I lead Berlin to you.
Red: How exactly did you come upon this information?
Liz: A C.I., someone the Bureau trusts.
Red: I donāt believe you. If the Bureau had a lead, theyād follow it. You came to this on your own, and youāre hiding it from them, coming to me instead. Youād rather see Berlin dead than arrested.
Liz: Berlin killed Meera. He nearly killed Cooper. He put Tom into my life. So if youāre asking if Iām okay with a lethal outcome, damn right I am. Yeah.
Red: If you hadnāt told me youād killed Tom, I might think he was your source.
Liz: But I did kill him.
Red: Of course you did.
Liz: Let me know when Volkov gets a time and location on Berlin.
Red: Iāll be there with bells on.
Samar: Whatās going on?
Aram: D.O.D. discovered a hidden surveillance camera at their Annapolis field office during a routine sweep.
Samar: How is that relevant to us?
Aram: Technology was Iranian.
Samar: What were they recording?
Aram: Okay, uh, the camera was placed outside the building with eyes to the front entrance. It was relaying a live stream to some off-site location. If I reactivate it, I should be able to triangulate the location where the feedās being transmitted. Um. Oh, man. I almost forgot. [ covers camera aperture on computer ] In case someoneās watching on the other end. [ Whistles ] Okay. Camera is live. Okay, RDF is up. Signal strength looks good. Oh, accounting for time lag. [ Beeping ] And we have a lock. Itās a property just outside New Carrollton, and it looks like itās a construction site.
Man: FBI! Clear! Clear! Trailerās secure.
Ressler: Lock it down. I want eyes on all access points. So, where the hell is everyone?
Liz: No idea. But could this be the man they were surveilling? Jonathan Reese.
Agent Jonathan Everett Reese, Defense Security Services.
Theyāve got everything on this guy ā addresses, phone numbers, employment history. DSS is the division tasked with protecting our nuclear scientists. Theyāre logging his movements. Probably trying to find the most vulnerable point of attack.
Itās the DSS shuttle stop. He takes the train back from Annapolis every afternoon. Heāll be at the park-n-ride off Route50. We got to get there before they do.
[ Siren wailing, car alarm chirps ] [ Tires screech ]
Liz or Res: Jonathan Reese FBI!
Reese: Whatās this about?
We need to move quickly. Iāll explain in the car.
[ Gunshots ] [ Air hisses ]
Ressler: Shooterās on the ridge! I donāt have eyes!
[ Gunshots ] [ Tires squealing, engine revving ] [ Tires screech ]
Reese: I got threat assessments this morning of a possible Iranian Misiri action. They want the names and locations of cloud top personnel. You need to notify your people, activate all security protocols.
[ Engine revving ] [ Tires screeching ] [ Distorted voices ]
Aram: Sir, I think we have a problem. I canāt reach Agents Keen or Ressler.
Cooper: Send a team to their last location. Find out what the hell is going on.
[ Liz wakes up in a hospital room, her arm in a cast. Ressler is in a bed across the room, asleep ]
[ Ringing ] [ Monitor beeping ] [ Groans ]
Scimitar: Take it easy, Agent Keen. [ Breathes deeply ] Youāre at Bethesda. Iām Dr. Rivera. You and your partner were in an accident.
Liz: Is he okay?
Scimitar: Agent Ressler suffered significant head trauma in the crash. Heās had a C.T. scan. Radiology will take him for an M.R.I. shortly.
Liz: My arm?
Scimitar: Fractured in three places. We set it for now, but to be honest, you may need surgery to restore full mobility.
Liz: John Reese. The man who was in the car with us.
Scimitar: Iām sorry? Nobody else was transported from the scene.
Liz: No, no, no, no, but he was in the car.
Scimitar: Iām the attending on duty. No one else was brought in.
Liz: [Sighs] I need a phone. [Groans] Listen ā
Scimitar: Easy.
Liz: ā That crash was no accident.
Scimitar: Understood. Iāll have one brought in right away.
[Sighs] [Beeping continues]
Aram: Weāre seeing multiple 911 calls within the last hour. They all report a black S.U.V. overturned just under a mile from where they picked up Reese. Cross-reference with local police activity. Two passengers were pulled from the wreck and evacād by ambulance to Bethesda National.
Only two?
A man and a woman.
We have to assume thatās Agent Keen and either Ressler or the D.O.D. employee.
Meaning what one of them didnāt survive the crash?
Cooper: Agent Navabi, I want you there as soon as possible. Iāll update Mullen at D.O.D.
Here you go.
Thank you.
[Breathes deeply]
[Dialing] [Ringing]
Cooper: Assistant Director Cooper.
Liz: Itās me.
Cooper: Agent Keen. You have no idea how good it is to hear your voice. Are you okay?
Liz: Yeah, Iām fine, but, uh Ressler heās hurt. The Iranians have John Reese. I heard some menās voices before I passed out. They were speaking Farsi. Someone needs to find Professor Collins. The D.O.D. needs to cancel that speech and put her in protective custody now.
Cooper: Iāve already alerted the D.O.D. Iām heading to the event site myself to make sure sheās on lockdown. Agent Keen, the Neurology team at Bethesdaās one of the best. Theyāll take good care of Ressler. Agent Navabiās on her way to you. Get some rest.
[Breathes deeply]
Cooper: Thanks for coming.
Assistant Director: I got your message.
Cooper: John Reese was abducted by the Iranians a little over an hour ago. We need to pull Professor Collins, and I need anything you can give me on Reese ā so we can get to him ā
Assistant Director: Harold, I checked. There is no D.O.D. employee named John Reese not in DSS, not in any sector.
Cooper: Our people spoke to Reese directly. The Iranians have his profile, his DSS security badge.
Assistant Director: Thought it might be an alias, but itās not. He doesnāt exist.
Aram: Uh, sir? Just got off the phone with Bethesda National. Uh, the hospital has no record of Agents Keen or Ressler being brought in.
Cooper: I just spoke to her.
Nurse: Howās everything in here?
Liz: Okay.
Nurse: Youāre doing okay, hon?
Liz: [Sighs] Yeah. What happened to Radiology? They were gonna take him for another scan.
Nurse: Oh, well, Iām sure someone will be down soon. Heās your partner, isnāt he? I understand. Iāll call them right now.
[ When nurse leaves, Liz gets up to check Ressler, sees his chart is just blank paper ]
Nurse: Maāam, A-Agent Keen, you canāt be up.
Liz: [ Acting groggy ] No we need to get the radiologist now!
Nurse: Oh, o-okay. [Sighs] Okay, youāre fine. Youāre all right. Oh, Iām sorry. We need to get Radiology in. Letās get you back in bed. Youāre fine.
Liz: Okay. Oh, my gosh, Iām so sorry! Iām so sorry.
Nurse: Itās all right. You just relax.
Liz: We need to get Radiology.
Nurse: Okay, take it easy. Take it easy.
Liz: Thank you.
ZoĆ« [ Exhales sharply ]: I never eat anchovies unless I donāt know Iām eating them. [ Both chuckle ] But I have to say, this is pretty delicious.
Red: Anchovies get a bad rap. Try the wine.
Zoƫ: It would be better with beer.
Red:[Laughs] It might very well be better with beer.
Zoƫ: Mm. Do you have kids, Kenneth?
Red: I do, a daughter.
Zoƫ: The two of you close?
Red: Itās complicated.
ZoĆ«: She doesnāt like anchovies?
Red:[ Chuckles ] You know, I donāt know about that. [ Sniffs ] I wish it were that simple.
ZoĆ«: My father ā he and I ā My father did things I hated him for. Things that were unforgivable. [ Sniffles ]
Red: Have you told him?
ZoĆ«: I havenāt seen my father in a long long time.
[ Zoe breathes deeply, realizes something is wrong, searches Redās eyes ]
Zoƫ: What have you done?
Red: Itās okay. [ She groans softly ] Itās okay.
[ Breathing deeply ] [ She whimpers ]
Red: Iām not gonna hurt you.
[ Gasping ] [ Whimpers ] [ Dembe pulls up. They lift her in. Car door closes ]
Cooper: We got played. The Scimitar created John Reese. Which means we didnāt find that construction trailer. We were led there. Everything in that trailer was designed to make us think John Reese was DSS.
Why?
Cooper: So when we lost him, we would think the identity of our scientist was in jeopardy.
This was all done to trigger a reaction. They isolated Keen and Ressler, made them believe that losing Reese was a threat to national security. This was all a con done to expose Amalia Collins.
So, where the heck is Agents Keen and Ressler?
Liz [ on phone to Cooper ]: Someone needs to find Professor Collins. The D.O.D. needs to cancel that speech and put her in protective custody now.
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We ran the name as soon as we heard it.
Thereās an astrophysics professor named Amalia Collins.
Sheās speaking today Granville Hotel, downtown D.C. You need to move quickly, sir.
[ Conversation in Farsi, with footnotes ]
Scimitar: Iām looking forward to meeting Professor Collins
Man: You need to move quickly, sir.
Scimitar: Iām leaving now. Make sure to clean things up here.
Man: And the agents?
Scimitar: Weāre finished with them.
[Grunting] [Breathes deeply] [Exhales sharply] [Door closes] [Sighs]
Nurse: Good news.
Liz: Hmm?
Nurse: Radiology called. Theyāll be down for your partner in the next 20 minutes. Oh, thatās great.
Liz: Thank you. Whatās that? [ in the syringe ]
Nurse: Itās just a little something so that arm of yours doesnāt get infected.
Liz: [Grunts] [Grunts] You tell me whatās in the syringe [Grunting] or I will stick it in you and find out for myself.
Nurse: Itās a sedative. Please donāt.
Liz: Whatās in his I.V.? [Grunts]
Nurse: Same thing.
Liz: Okay, who are you? Where is this hospital?
Nurse: Doctor!
Liz: Aah! [Gasping] Ressler? Ressler? Ressler? Ressler? Ressler? Can you hear me? We got to get the hell out of here!
Samar: Theyāre definitely not at Bethesda.
Aram: Cooper went to secure Professor Collins. Uh, I traced the call Liz made to Cooperās cell.
Their rerouting and encryption are incredibly sophisticated. This is gonna take hours to untangle.
Samar: Okay, so, whatās next?
Aram: Cooperās pulled six teams from other assignments. He sent them ā
Red: [Beep] Hello? Dembe, itās Agent Navabi. We have a situation. [Radio chatter] [Grunts] Come on. We got to go now.
[ Red and Samar in car ]
Samar: Itās been over two hours. I donāt need to tell you his reputation. Once he has the intelligence he needs ā
Red: Yes, I know, Agent Navabi. Tell me about this lead of yours.
Samar: Heās not my lead. His name is Ali Hassan. Heās the target of a major Mossad initiative.
Red: I have a slight but memorable acquaintance with Mr. Hassan.
Samar: Mossad has been tracking his movements for months. My superiors believe heās the key to unraveling a dozen covert Iranian opts. But you think he knows where to find The Scimitar.
Red: Perhaps. Mossad has no tolerance for any agenda except Mossadās. Youāll be sanctioned for this indiscretion.
Samar: So be it. I canāt work with this task force unless my partners are my highest priority. So this has become quite personal.
Red: I understand. But you may have an even more personal stake in this case ā than perhaps you realize.
Samar: And why is that?
Red: Because one of The Scimitarās little-known aliases is Walid Abu Sitta.
Samar: Walid Abu Sitta is the man who ordered the bombing that killed my brother.
Red: Yes. Thatās why I brought this case to you.
Hassan: [ Groans softly ] There. [ Indistinct talking in distance ] [ Classical music playing ] [ Glass shatters in distance ] What was that? You hear that? [ Thud ] Fareed, whatās going on?! [ Thud ] Fareed?! [ Golf club strikes ball ]
Red: Hassan! I love this club!
Hassan: Son of a bitch!
Red: Carbon fiber?
Hassan: Reddington, stop! ā Ooh! ā Stop! [Glass shatters] Damn it! What have you done with my guard?!
Red: Fareed is taking a rest.
[Sighs]
Red: Keep your plum covered. Weāre not alone.
Samar: [Gun cocks] Iāll take your weapon.
Red: Iāve always regretted sparing your life that night in the Strait Of Hormuz. But I see pity has its rewards. Live and learn. Youāve been very careless, Ali.
Samar: My unit has been surveilling you for months, and the intelligence weāve gathered has been very helpful ā so helpful that I fully expect to be disciplined for coming here without authorization. Just by being here, I have everything and, therefore, nothing to lose.
Hassan: What do you want?
Red: The Scimitar. My friend here thinks you may know where to find him. He wouldāve needed support when he got to the States. Iām guessing that support came from you.I know what you must be thinking, Ali. Imagine your future, the rest of your life spent in a dismal Israeli prison, some dark hole they put you in, bending your fingers and pulling your toes until they forget you ever existed. Think carefully, Ali, because, as you are my witness, that future will seem very bright, indeed, if you donāt tell us what we want to know.
Hassan: [Sighs] He did make contact. Asked to use one of my warehouses. Said he needed building supplies. For what, I donāt know.
Red: Tell me about this warehouse.
[Grunts softly] [Indistinct talking] Keen! [Grunts] [Gunshot]
Samar: Reddington, I have them.
[Indistinct conversations]
Doherty: Director Cooper? Owen Doherty. We spoke on the phone.
Cooper: Where are we?
Doherty: Well, we went ahead and canceled the event, initiated evac protocol. Weāve placed Collins in a holding room.
Cooper: Does she have a security detail?
Doherty: Yes, sir ā two on the door.
Cooper: Take me to her.
[ Knock on door ] Who is it?
Man: Ms. Collins? FBI. I need you to open the door, please.
[ Muffled breathing ] [ Squeals ]
Scimitar: Professor Collins. You are going to pay the price for the crimes committed by your government. But first youāre gonna help us create the weapon that will be used to bring this country to its knees.
Cooper: You said there were two men posted outside the door.
Doherty: There were.
Cooper: On my ready. Clear.
Doherty: Not here, sir.
Cooper: [Sighs] Letās just hope sheās still in the building. Nobody leaves until we find Collins.
[Indistinct conversations]
Liz: Collins is missing. Cooper thinks sheās still on site.
Ressler: Okay, listen up, folks! We have a situation here! We need everyone to move inside!
Now! Letās go! Please.
Move into the lobby!
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Liz: Sir?! Sir? Sir, donāt move! Hands where I can see them! Slowly!
Scimitar: [ Turns around ] Hello, Agent Keen. I see youāve made a spectacular recovery.
[ Tires screech, gunfire ] [ Crowd screaming ] [ Gunfire continues ] [ Gunshots ] [ Muffled shouting ]
Scimitar: Weāve suffered a setback. No, no, no, no, no. Iāll need the full package ā new credentials, a safe house, and 50,000 No. Iāll need it within the hour.
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Red: All this running around. Really? Iām so relieved when the people Iām chasing come to me.ā¤
[Door closes]
Red: Agent Navabi, you got my message. We were just admiring the view. [ Exhales sharply ] How did you know? Mr. Hassan provided for our friend before, and most criminals return to the same trough time and time again. Indolence, I suppose. Personally, I make it a habit to avoid habits.ā¤
Samar: I can call it in.
Red: Yes, I suppose you can. The question is, do you want to? I offer him to you as a gift.
Samar: What am I supposed to do with him?
Red: Whatever you like. Nobody else knows heās here.
Dembe: Agent Keen just called. Her source provided Berlinās location.
Red: Forgive me. I have an appointment that canāt be rescheduled. ā Donāt do anything I wouldnāt do.ā¤
[Door opens, closes]
[ Conversation in Farsi, with footnotes ]
Shahin Navabi. He was my brother. One of the many nameless, faceless men you killed in Pishin.
Pishin was the work of a suicide bomber.
Acting under your direction.
Youāre wrong. I know the name Shahin Navabi. I saw him, spoke to him the day he died.
[ Enc Farsi ]
Samar: Youāre lying.
Scimitar: If you think your beloved brother was just another faceless young man in that crowd you know nothing.
Samar: I will kill you.
Scimitar: Like Kian Nouri? The scientist you murdered last week in Dubai?
Samar: What do you know about my brother?
Scimitar: [Chuckles softly] Thereās no country insisting you do your duty. If you kill me, itāll be cold-blooded murder. So, call the Mossad or the C.I.A. or whoeverās coming and be done with it.
Liz: I thought for a second we might lose you back there.
Ressler: Prospect of having to live without me mustāve been terrifying.
Liz: It was.
Ressler: The irony is with all the drugs they pumped in me, this is the best Iāve felt all week.
Liz: What about that? Is that gonna be a problem?
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Cooper: I just got a call from MPD Harbor Patrol. They fished a manās body out of the Anacostia.
Matches your description of The Scimitar. Get there.
Yes, sir.
Hmm? Iāll catch up.
[ā« Mark Laneganās āBleeding Muddy Waterā plays]
Lord, now the rain done come
Lord, now the rain done come
Liz: Thatās him. Shot point-blank to the head. This was an execution. (ā« Rising up) Who would have done this?
ā« You know I feel you In my iron lung
Muddy water Celestial flood
You know I feel you In my iron I feel you
Feel you In my iron lung
Muddy water
[Door thuds]
Tom: Talk to Volkov?
Liz: He gave us a location on Berlin. (ā« Oh, now the rain done come) Weāll see how that pans out.
Tom: The information I gave you (Oh) is good. Volkov will lead to Berlin. (ā« Baby, donāt it feel so bad?) Reddington will kill Berlin. (ā« Oh, baby) And my value to you (ā« Baby, donāt it feel so bad?) will end. And then what? (ā« Oh, baby) You gonna turn me in, Liz? (ā« Baby, donāt it feel so bad?) Lose your job, go to jail? (ā« Muddy water ) [Scoffs] The only way to get me out of your life, Liz is to let me go ā because if you kill me, if you go through with it, then weāll be linked forever. Even if you get away with it, even if nobody ever finds out, youāre always gonna have to live with it.
ā« Lord, now the rain done come
Muddy water Pillar to post
Liz: Yeah, well ( ā« How do I bleed you?) when I make my decision, youāll be the first to know.
Tom: Oh, I knew the second you brought me down here that you had no intention of letting me live. (ā« Muddy water Heavenās son) So, hereās the deal. [Chains rattle] (ā« You are the bullet) Liz, youāre gonna do whatever the hell youāre gonna do. (ā« You are the gun) You always have. (ā« Youāre the bullet) Just do me a favor. (ā« Bullet, bullet and the gun) Look me in the eyes when you do it.
ā« Muddy water Youāre heavenās son
Oh Baby, donāt it feel so bad?
Oh, baby Baby, donāt it feel so bad?
Oh, baby Baby, donāt it feel so bad?
Muddy water Drowning in the rain
Now the rain done come
Muddy water Drowning in the rain
Now the rain done come
Red: I know you were expecting Volkov, but as luck would have it, he sold you out to Agent Keen. Itās surprising she came to me instead of the Bureau with the hope that I would kill you. I have other plans.
Red: First, understand I didnāt have to come here alone. In fact, I didnāt have to come here at all. I couldāve sent seven men and put an end to this war.
Berlin: Why didnāt you?
Red: Because this entire affair, every ounce of pain and suffering that all of us have endured has been the result of a tragic and, frankly, mysterious misunderstanding ā one I intend to correct. Thereās not much left I truly cherish in this world, but I swear on those few things I still hold dear, I did not kill your daughter.
Berlin: Words, words. The greater the words, the larger the lie. My daughter is dead. But yours ā my men tell me youāve been spending a lot of time together. Maybe, when Iāve done to your daughter what you did to mine, we can finally be even.
Red: Iām sorry. Is this the daughter youāre referring to? Because sheās not my daughter. Sheās yours.
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By Mark Laneganā« Lord now the rain done come
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Rising up
You know I feel you
In my iron lung
Muddy water
Celestial flood
You know I feel you
In my iron lungā« Oh baby donāt it feel so bad
Muddy water
Drowning in the rain
Now the rain done comeā« Muddy water
Pillar to post
How do I bleed you?
Just like a ghost
Muddy water
Heavenās son
You are the bullet
You are the gunā« Oh baby donāt it feel so bad
Muddy water
Drowning in the rain
Now the rain done comeā« Muddy water
Be my grave
You are the master
Iāve been the slave
Muddy water
Come rising up
You know I feel you
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Last updated: 8/9/2015
Program air date: 11/10/2014 in the US
Script with extras: http://wp.me/pDKwi-13k
Source: Raw Scripts from Springfield [UK]: http://bit.ly/1Do56Zu
NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1PPGfHI
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Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Director: Michael Watkins
Writers: Jon Bokenkamp, John Eisendrath
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Script: 2:8 The Decembrist
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Blurb: Red and Berlin head to Moscow looking for The Decembrist, who falsely blamed Red for murdering Berlinās daughter. Alan Fitch tells Red he will be in trouble with his alliance (later called āThe Cabalā) if he does not possess The Fulcrum. Red confronts Liz about Tom.
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Voiceover: Previously on The Blacklist
[Two gunshots]
Liz: 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.
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Liz: Hey! What happened to you? I went out front, and you were gone.
Red: There were police. Is it done?
Liz: Yes. Heās dead.
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Liz: Call Ellie.
Ellie: Hello? Hey, itās me.
Liz: Itās about Tom. Itās urgent.
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Ellie: Ugh! I could lose my license for this, go to jail.
Liz: You owe me.
Ellie: Why arenāt we at a hospital? He could die!
Liz: He cannot die.
Tom: Aah!
Ellie: Iām gonna need supplies, proper tools.
Tom: [Groans] Aah!
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Liz: Steven, hey. Itās me. Uh, listen, uh your boat. Is it still sitting empty or did you find a buyer?
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Ellie: Heās lost too much blood.
Tom: Aah! Ugh! Gah!
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Samoan: Youāre a fed.
Liz: And he is responsible for Meeraās death. You were her C.I., and you told me ā that if I found the man responsible ā
Samoan: I thought you were gonna arrest him.
Liz: I will. I just need you to babysit for a little while until I get some info.
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Liz: Letās get this straight. I did not save you because I care. I saved you because you have intel on Berlin. I want a name.
Tom: Oh, you bitch.
Liz: Oh, I donāt know, Tom. From where Iām sitting, you look like the bitch to me.
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Liz: Why you? Have you spied on others? Is this what you do?
Tom: Yes. No. I donāt remember.
Liz: I want a name. What bank?
Tom: Monarch Douglas in Warsaw. Itās where Berlin keeps his money.
Liz: What about accounts, names of shell companies?
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Liz: Did you murder Jolene Parker?
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Liz: What do you know about Reddington?
Tom: I donāt know.
Liz: What do you know about Reddington?
Tom: I told you I donāt know!
Liz: What do you know about Reddington?!
Tom: Stop asking me! I donāt know!
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Tom: When is this all over, when you are convinced that I have nothing left to offer, what then?
Liz: I asked you a question: Gina Zanetakos!
Tom: Because you know when this is over, youāre gonna have to kill me, right?
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Liz: How often did you communicate with Berlin, his associates?
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Liz: Tell me about the guests at our wedding.
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Liz: If you want Ellie to look at that infection, youāre gonna have to answer my question.
Tom: I need a doctor!
Liz: I need a name!
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Liz: What about the adoption?
Tom: We were married. Isnāt that what married people do?
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Tom: You know, all this time, you never asked me if I ever really loved you.
Liz: Because I know the answer.
Tom: I donāt think you do.
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Tom: You told me if I gave you Berlin that you would let me go. But I knew the second that you brought me down here that you had no intention of letting me leave. So hereās the deal, Liz. Youāre gonna do whatever youāre gonna do. You always have. Just do me one favor. Look me in the eyes when you do it.
Red: Your daughter told me your name is Milosz Kirchhoff. All these years, Mr. Kirchhoff, youāve believed with the blackest of hearts that I murdered your daughter. And yet here she is. The story was wrong, Milosz. Please enlighten me. What were you told and who did the telling?
Berlin/Kirchhoff: It was in ā91. The Soviet union was falling apart. A small group of us. Members of the Politburo, the military, KGB, Stasi. Had a plan to push back the progressives, to stem the tide. We were meeting and discussing strategy when a bomb.
Red: The Kursk Bombing.
Berlin/Kirchhoff: Fifteen died. And with them, our resistance. Rumors began that the Americans were involved. One name emerged. Yours. You came after my daughter. You exposed her as a dissident. She went to jail. After that, my loyalty was questioned. I was exiled to the Gulag, where, one by one, her bones were sent to me. [he says, looking at Zoƫ]
Red: You fled. You must have had help. Who?
Zoƫ: There was a man. He said he could protect me from. From you.
Red: What was his name?
ZoĆ«: I never met him. I donāt know. His people. They called him āThe Decembrist.ā Please. Thatās all I know.
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ZoĆ« [to Berlin]: You killed my friends. You destroyed my life once. Isnāt that enough?
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Red [to Berlin]: At some point, I may call, ask for your assistance.
Berlin/Kirchhoff: About what?
Red: The Decembrist.
Samoan: We canāt let him walk out of here.
Liz: We agreed when this was over, Iād arrest him.
Samoan: That was four months ago. If you turn him in now, youāre gonna go to jail. We both will.
Liz: I am not a murderer.
Samoan: Neither am I. Look, you donāt have to be the one to do it. There are people. But he canāt walk out of here alive.
[Rustling outside]
Liz: Close that door. Keep him quiet.
Harbormaster: Whoa! Easy! Harbormaster. Put the gun down.
Liz: All right.
Harbormaster: Iām gonna need to see some kind of I.D. Put the gun down! We got a call. Reports that someoneās been trespassing.
Liz: Yeah. Thatās why Iām here. FBI. Weāre searching for two fugitives escaped from Cumberland last night. I cleared the boat, but theyāre said to be in the area and armed.
Harbormaster: My office wasnāt contacted.
Liz: Bureau would have reached out, but Homelandās running point. Go figure. If you do see anything ā
Harbormaster: Be careful.
Liz: Yeah, you, too.
[Cellphone buzzes] [Beep]
Liz: Dembe. Where is he?
[Heavy-metal music plays]
Liz: Youāre working with Berlin?
Red: I need to talk to you about a bombing in the Soviet union Kursk, 1991.
[Music continues]
Brimley: Fella wonāt talk!
Red: Keep pushing him.
Brimley: Iām telling you! Heās more scared of talking than he is of dying!
Red: Keep pushing.
Brimley: Iām gonna need lunch! Tuna on Rye! Coleslaw if they have it!
Liz: What the hell is going on?!
Red: Weāre shaking a few trees. Thereās been a development. It seems Berlin is merely a pawn whoās been tragically manipulated.
Liz: Manipulated by who?
Red: Thatās what Brimleyās trying to ascertain.
Liz: Berlin killed Meera, he put Tom in my life, and every time you have a chance to stop him, you let him go.
Red: Berlin will be held accountable for his actions after I acquire the name of the man who set him against me, a man they call The Decembrist. If you want to find the one ultimately responsible for gutting Harold Cooper and killing Meera Malik, I suggest you help me find him.
Liz: The man weāre looking for is known as The Decembrist. His acts are said to have contributed to the end of communism in Eastern Europe.
Samar: How is he connected to Berlin?
Liz: He tried to assassinate him during a meeting in Kursk and faked his daughterās death.
Ressler: Berlinās been hunting Reddington, hunting us, and now Reddington wants to help Berlin get revenge?
Cooper: Kursk ā that bombing. The men who were killed that day were leaders of the Soviet Old Guard.
Ressler: You really think we should be helping these two settle scores?
Cooper: Our goal is to take down Berlin. If that means solving a terrorism case along the way, Iām fine with that.
Aram: Iāll contact the FSB.
Cooper: They wonāt help. The bombing was considered an act of patriotism. Thatās why they never pursued it. Pull the Russian reports, the crime-lab data. I want our own analysis.
[ Harbormaster descends stairs of boat ]
Cooper: They have the bomberās DNA?
Aram: Yes. The Russian crime lab reported finding epithelial cells on the lip of a coffee tin found in the debris.
Samar: How do you know it was the bomberās DNA? Didnāt anyone else like coffee?
Aram: Uh, the reports I.D.ād the explosive device as Semtex. Same explosives a bomber used to down Pan Am 103 by hiding the explosives
Liz: In a coffee tin. Our guy copied that?
Cooper: They have a name?
Aram: Only a DNA profile, which was useless 20 years ago before they had a database to run it against. But today.
Liz: You found The Decembrist.
Cooper: Kiryl Morozov. He was a low-level KGB operative.
Navabi: And today?
Cooper: One of the most powerful men in Russia.
Tom: Hey! Someone there? [Door rattling] Okay.
[ Harbormaster pries open door ]
Tom: Oh, thank God. Please.
Wright: Kiryl Morozov is one of Putinās most trusted advisers. The man runs the finance ministry.
Cooper And we have reason to believe heās responsible for the 1991 bombing in Kursk that left ā
Wright: Twelve people dead. [ <- Not in Springfield script ] The FBI investigates crimes that happen in America or against Americans.
Liz: Reddington won't give us Berlin until we give him Morozov. At the very least, we should go there and question the man.
Wright: I'm not sending you to Moscow to interrogate a high-ranking Russian official about an act of terror he may or may not have committed.
Cooper: If Reddington gets to Morozov first. God knows ā
Wright: Harold, that's an order.
[ Door opens, Wright leaves ]
Liz: That's it? You're just gonna stand down on this?
Cooper: You heard her. My hands are tied. But Reddington has anonymous sources. I'm sure he'll get that name somehow. Won't he, Agent Keen?
Liz:Yes, sir. I'm sure he will.
[Cellphone rings]
Red: Tell me you have a name.
Liz: I do, but this canāt come back on the task force. Are we clear? [Beep] Hold on. Iāll be right back.
Red: What? Everything okay?
Samoan [on phone]: No, everythingās not okay. We got a situation here.
Liz [to Red]: Uh, hey. Iām sorry. I got to go.
Red: Lizzie, whatās going on?
Liz: The Decembrist. His real name is Kiryl Morozov.
Red: Somethingās wrong.
Liz:Kiryl Morozov.
Red: I got a name.
Berlin: So itās done?
Red: No.
Berlin: What are you proposing?
Red: A trip to Moscow.
Samoan: Guard: I went out for a smoke, and he was here.
Liz: What the hell?!
Samoan: Homeboy had a gun.
Liz: Are you out of your mind?!
[ Cellphone ringing]
Samoan: It was him or me.
Liz: Heās got blood on him. What did you do? How are we supposed to ā
[ Harbormasterās phone beeping ]
Tom: If he doesnāt answer that, someone is gonna come looking for him.
Liz: Okay. Hereās what weāre gonna do. Weāre gonna let him go. Weāre gonna move Tom.
Samoan: Let him go? Heās gonna talk.
Liz: So let him talk. He says anything, itās his word against mine. And heās an informant.
Harbormaster: Look, lady. This is obviously official business. I can look the other way.
Tom: You got to kill him.
Harbormaster: No! Please!
Tom: Listen. Listen. Look, if you let this guy go, heās going to the cops. When he does, we are all going to jail, starting with you [to Liz], for torture, kidnapping, wrongful imprisonment ā Take your pick, sweetheart. You got to kill him.
Liz: No. I can fix this. I have a storage unit. Weāll wait till it gets dark. Weāll keep him here temporarily until we can find ano ā no!
[Tom leaps on guy, strangling him with his chains] [Man gagging]
Guard: Itās better this way. Let him do it!
Harbormaster: Get off me! Get your hands off me! [Gagging]
Liz: Tom, no! Tom, stop!
[ Gunshot ā Liz shoots Samoan in foot ]
Samoan: Aah!
Liz: Next one goes in your chest! Tom, let him go!
Tom: I think maybe you should call Mr. Kaplan.
Red [to Berlin]: Kiryl Morozov is paranoid and well-protected. He has no clear weakness for women or drink. However, like any politician, he does have an unending need to hide his ill-gotten gains. The diamonds. Which he buys and sells through your broker at Mercury City Tower in Moscow. There was a friendly and rather convenient diamond heist this morning. When Morozov learns the broker has been hit, heāll insist on a meeting to assess his exposure. When he does, weāll be there waiting. Milosz, focus.
Berlin/Kirchoff: Iāve made Morozov millions, and heās the one who set all this in motion?
Red: Milosz, the meeting at Mercury Tower. When it happens, itāll happen fast before the M.U.R. arrives.
Berlin/Kirchoff: My people will be ready.
[Gunfire] [Elevator bell dings]
Berlin/Kirchoff [to Morozov]: I am retribution!ā¤
Morozov: I donāt know what youāre talking about.
Berlin/Kirchoff: Kursk.
Morozov: Milosz?
Berlin/Kirchoff: The bombing, my daughter ā all of it brings us here.
Morozov: I did what I was told. Aah!
Red: Youāre not The Decembrist.
Morozov: It was the American. It was him. Aah! They gave the order!
Red: What people?
Morozov: I canāt say. Aah!
Red: Who is The Decembrist?
Morozov: Fitch. His name is Alan Fitch.
[ Gunshot ]
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Red: Milos, this you cannot do.
Berlin/Kirchoff: Give me one reason.
Red: Because heās mine.
Berlin/Kirchoff: Yours? He gave the orders, discredited you, and you want to protect him?
Red: This is not for you to do.
Berlin/Kirchoff: But I will. Alan Fitch is dead.
Red: [To Dembe] Call The Florist.
Man: The joint chiefs want another forward base. That will only happen if we can convince Islamabad, which is unlikely. It will happen if we tether it to foreign military investment. Alan? Sir, will you make the call?
[Man with bouquet appears; Fitch exits abruptly]
Fitch: A little early in the day, donāt you think, Ray?
Red: Iām still on Moscow time. Just got back from calling on an old friend of yours, Kiryl Morozov.
Fitch: You met with the Russian finance minister? To what end?
Red: To his end, as it turned out. Drink?ā¤
Wright: The finance minister of Russia is dead. If a single word. A whisper of this gets out, if anyone even suspects we sanctioned it ā
Cooper: I didnāt sanction anything.
Wright: Damn it, Harold. Your team discovers Morozov was behind the Kursk bombing, and 18 hours later, heās dead? Reddington is behind this!
Liz: Reddington called an hour ago. He believes Alan Fitchās life is in danger.
Wright: Did Reddington bother to tell you why Berlin is suddenly interested in killing Alan Fitch?
Liz: He believes heās the one who orchestrated the Kursk bombing.
Wright: Are you accusing the Assistant Director of National Intelligence of being a terrorist?
Cooper: We need to bring him in.
Wright: Alan Fitch is not your concern. Iāll contact the Secretary of Homeland Security and have the situation handled.
Fitch: Ray, will you listen?
Red: We had an agreement.ā¤
Fitch: Yes.
Red: I donāt go after you, you donāt come after me.
Fitch: Iām
Red: You ordered the bombing in Kursk. Then you pinned it on me. You blamed me for killing his daughter. Some years ago, a copy of this photo was left on the corpse of an associate of mine. Taking it as a warning, I traced the girl to a man they call The Stewmaker. He told me a story about the girl. She was sent to him by a man sheād never met. She was in trouble, needed to disappear, so he took her photo, put it in a locket, and sent it to her father. All those years spent searching for the man who supposedly murdered his daughter, and it was you. You sat here in this very room and pretended you had no idea who Berlin was or why he was coming for me.
He was coming, Alan, because you sent him.ā¤
Fitch: I sent a lot of guys. You and I were not on the best of terms at the time. And since youāre playing the innocent victim in all this, let me remind you. You stole some very damaging information about us when you disappeared.
Red: You violated our agreement.
Fitch: No. I honored it. I got the others to hold off, but Milosz Kirchhoff, Berlin, whatever the hell name heās using. He chewed through the leash. I couldnāt stop him.
Red: Well, now your dog is tracking a new scent. You. And thereās nothing I can do about that, Alan. I have my people looking for him, but Berlin has gone into the wind. And heās coming for you.ā¤
Fitch: You have no allies in my group. Without me to protect you, theyāll take you down and theyāll let the chips fall where they may. So this is as much your problem as it is mine.
Man: Sir, ODNI has credible intel that there might be an attempt on your life.
Fitch: What did they say?
Man: Still waiting to hear. They want to move you to fort McNair to do a full briefing.
Man: Deputy Fitch, Homeland Security. We need you to come with us.
Driver: Guardianās en route. Delivery on schedule. Our office has notified the University [ Gunshot ] [ Speaking Russian ]
Cooper: Contact the D.C. field office. Get me an update on any eyewitnesses, satellite footage.
Alan Fitchās abduction must be on Mossadās radar. Reach out to your people in Tel Aviv. And you talk to him.
Red: Elizabeth, we need to talk. Now.
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Red: Tom.
Liz: What?
Red: You told me Tom is dead. Heās not.
Liz: Who told you heās alive?
Red: Iām disappointed you havenāt felt that you could trust me enough to tell me this.
Liz: [ Sighs ] Look, okay, I lied. But I only kept it a secret because I know you want him dead.
Red: No, you kept it a secret because you didnāt want to admit to yourself that you still love him, that even after everything he has done, after how horribly he treated you, you still canāt let him go. So youāre playing house.ā¤
Liz: Iāve been using him as a source, and heās been incredibly valuable.
Red: Normally, any intelligence you could gather from Tom Keen would be yesterdayās news, but Berlin has gone to ground and is likely dependent on former assets he used when your husband was in his employ. So it seems Tom may be of some value after all. I need to know everything he can tell you about Berlinās former safe houses, former contacts.
All that matters is finding Alan Fitch.
[Door opens and closes]
Tom: This ends now. I already gave you Berlin. I told you where to find him.
Liz: Yes. And he disappeared.
Tom: I did everything I could from in here.
Liz: Forget it.
Tom: I already told you. And I told you itās the only way. [ Cellphone ringing ] Take a look, Liz. This is a problem. And time is not on your side.
[Ringing stops]
Liz: I need information, not advice.
Tom: We both know that you are in over your head. You are not equipped for this, Liz, because you are not a killer.ā¤ Itās why Iām still alive and why youāve got a corpse lying there that you have done nothing with. And your bodyguard, the one that you shot. Where do you think he is right now? Heās getting a gun, Liz, so he can come back here and kill me and then probably kill you, too. Now, I told you there is a way out of this. I can give you Berlin, and all you have to do is let me go. [ Cellphone rings again ] Gosh, heās a popular guy. I bet somebodyās gonna miss him.
[ Ringing stops ]
Tom [ At payphone ]: Berlin.
Woman: Orenburg six.
Tom: Scorpio.
Woman: That function is no longer valid.
Tom: Wait, wait, listen. Tell him Tom Keen wants to talk.
Ressler [w Liz in cop car]: Liz, why would you do this? I mean, youāre risking everything.
Liz: To find Berlin.
Ressler: Youāre a federal agent harboring a fugitive. I mean, worse than that. Youāre keeping him captive.
Liz: Weāre looking for Fitch right now, and weāre gonna find him because of this.
[Cellphone rings]
Berlin/Kirchoff: I thought you were dead.
Tom: I need you to bring me in.
Berlin/Kirchoff: No.
Tom: Listen to me. I can help you.
Berlin/Kirchoff: Well, time has passed. Plans have changed.
Tom: I know you have Fitch. I know everything they know about you and your operation, and youāre gonna want to hear it, but Iām not telling you anything until you bring me in.
Ressler: Whether he leads us to Fitch or not, I got to take him in. Are you hearing me? You had to know when you told me that this is where it was gonna go. I ā Liz, I canāt be part of this.
Liz: Heās an informant, like Reddington.
Ressler: The difference is youāre not in love with Reddington.ā¤
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Tom: I got an address.
Liz: Where? Where?
Ressler: What difference does it make where? What? Youāre gonna follow his lead to someplace he says Berlin is hiding? No. There could be 50 guys waiting. Thatās stupid.
Tom: Hey, shut up.
Ressler [ shoves him ]: I wasnāt asking you.
[Tom shoves him back ]
Tom: You want Berlin or not?
Ressler: Thereās no way Iām gonna let you go in there. This is a setup, an ambush.
Tom: What are you, her boyfriend?
Ressler: Hey! [Gun cocks]
Liz: What address?
Tom: [ Gives address ]
Ressler: Hey, pal. Iām coming for you.
Tom [ walking off ]: Good luck with that.
[Man speaking Russian in distance] [Explosion] [Gunfire]
Fitch: I think we have a problem.
Soldier: Clear it out. Letās go. Clear out. Clear out.
Captain: Looks like weāre dealing with a plastic explosive C4, approximately 2 kilos. Sir, the blasting capās wired to a receiver. We found our detonator. This thing can be detonated remotely. We need to jam the frequencies in case this nut job tries to set it off and blow us to hell.
Ressler: Then youāre gonna disarm it?
Captain: We have a vehicle for controlled detonation. It should be big enough to accommodate Mr. Fitch and one of my men. Once heās contained, then we can attempt to disassemble and disarm the device.
Ressler: Well, how long is that thing gonna take to get here?
Captain: Half-hour minimum, unless youāve got another R.F.-resistant armored box that fits two.
Liz: Actually, I think it fits four.
[ Whirring, alarm sounding: Fitch is moved into orange containment box ] [ Blaring stops ]
Captain: We managed to gain access to the internals, trying to circumvent the keypad. Hereās what we got so far. The Semtex runs along the circumference of the collar, as you can see. Encased within that, approximately 14 inches of solid core wire connected to a microprocessor which, among other things, creates a closed circuit.
Aram: So if you cut the collar off, you interrupt the circuit and bang?
Cooper: Then how do we disable it?
Captain: Cautiously. We need to chip through the Semtex to see exactly whatās underneath, make sure there arenāt any redundant circuits or backups.
Cooper: And you can do that without triggering that thing?
Captain: Weāll find out, wonāt we?
Cooper: Look, I know I disobeyed a direct ā
Wright: You found him. Thatās all that matters. Fill me in.
Ressler: Well played, Keen. I mean, look at it. Berlinās gone. Tomās free.
Liz: He brought us Fitch.
Ressler: Berlin handed us Fitch on a silver platter after he had a bomb strapped to his neck.
[Sighs] Look, Iāve been thinking about what I said in the car, and ā
Liz: Donāt worry about it, Ressler. Iāll tell Cooper.
Wright: I understand youāre responsible for finding Fitch. About the source ā
Liz: Yes.
Wright: Does he have information about Berlin?
Liz: Yes, we believe he does.
Wright: I donāt care if your source is confidential or what promises youāve made him. I want him here, I want him interrogated, and I want his name.
Ressler: You must be kidding.
Wright: Do I sound like Iām kidding?
[Liz is about to speak ā to name Tom will incriminate her]
Ressler: Itās Reddington. Her source is Reddington. [Heās going to cover for her,]
[Red gets in car, surprising Zoƫ]
Red: Please excuse my intrusion. Iām curious. Your father I assume heās been trying to reach youā¦ Has he called?ā¦ I thought as much.
Bomb Tech: Sir, the device has a secondary detonator built in as a safeguard.
Captain: What kind of safeguard?
Bomb Tech: A timer. We think it was activated when the receiver broke radio contact.
Captain: How long do you have?
Bomb Tech: Itās unclear. We can see the timing circuit, but thereās no display. It could be a minute. It could be an hour.
Berlin/Kirchoff: Youāre not hungry?
ZoĆ«: Itās fine.
Berlin/Kirchoff: Letās get you something else.
Zoƫ: Huh?
Berlin/Kirchoff: Whatever you like. I can tell them to go.
ZoĆ«: No. Iām the one who should go. I ā
Berlin/Kirchoff: No, no. They make you uncomfortable, eh? Iām glad you called. Youāre scared. I am, too. I donāt know how to talk to someone. Like you.
Zoƫ: I really should go.
Berlin/Kirchoff: No. Please donāt. I know you have your life. I have no place there. I know. But I just want you to stay a little longer.
[ Red enters, grabs chair, sits down, says to Berlin ]
Red: Hello, Milosz. [to ZoĆ«]: Thank you, my dear. Passports, tickets, ā and my eternal gratitude. [She leaves]
Red [to Berlin]: The bomb. I need to know how to stop the bomb.
Berlin/Kirchoff: I donāt know.
Red: [Pulls gun] Thatās the wrong answer.
Berlin/Kirchoff:[Chuckles] Iām telling you I donāt ā
Red: [Gun to cheek] Think harder.
Fitch: Whatās your name, son?
Bomb squad tech Mike: What?
Fitch: Your name. Whatā what is it?
Mike: Sir, I need you to be as still as possible. Any movement, the vibrations of your voiceā¦
Fitch: Do you have a wife, kids? Thatās what makes it the hardest. A wife and kids. Iāve been in the intelligence field a long time now. On my orders, 763 men and women have died in service to their country. And there wasnāt a grieving wife or mother or husband I didnāt either call or visit personally. Thank them for their sacrifice. Thatās what makes it the hardest. The familiesā¦ You canāt disarm it, can you?
Mike: Sir, I asked you to be as still as possible.
Fitch: Thatās more than enough. Iām not gonna make it 764. Whatās your name?
Mike: Mike. My nameās Mike.
Fitch: Go home, Mike. Youāve done everything you can.
[ Containment door opens: Whirring, alarm sounding] [ Blaring stops ]
Fitch: Harold, I know youāre listening. Tell Ray I need to see him.
[ Static ] [ Footsteps approaching ]
Red: What a long, strange trip itās been, Alan.ā¤
Fitch: Listen to me, Ray. I donāt know how much time we have, so you need to pay attention.
Iāve been able to hold everyone off, convince them that itās in their best interests to let you live. But people arenāt as scared as they once were. Some arenāt so sure you even have it. Do you have it, Ray? Do you have the Fulcrum? Theyāre gonna demand proof.
Red [ pained ]: I canāt stop this thing, Alan. I tried. I canāt.
Fitch: My death will trigger a series of events. The moderates are already outnumbered. The closer we get to 2017, the more radicalized theyāll become. Talk to Mitchum and Hobbs. They might be persuaded. Jasper sides with the Chinese.
Red: All right.
Fitch: Listen to me, Ray. This is critical. I have a safe. Get to it. The combination 8-30-44. Remember that. Say it back.
Red: 8-30-44
Fitch: Margaretās birthday.
Red: Youāve had a wonderful life together, Alanā¦ The safeā¦
Fitch: The safe. Itās in St. Petersburg in the wall on the second floor of ā š„ [Explosion]š„
Red: Untie him.
[Red opens a bottle of vodka]
Berlin/Kirchoff: Ah. Thank you.
Red: Na zdorovāe.
Berlin/Kirchoff: Na zdorovāeā¦ I remember the parades from when I was a young boy, standing by my father, seeing those trucks that went by with the rockets and cannons. Beautiful. [ Chuckles ] [ Sighs ] And all those men marching as one, saluting at me as one. [ Chuckles ] Our soldiers, our nation. Yuri Gargarin was the first man in space.
[ Both chuckle ]
Berlin/Kirchoff: We were so proud.
[ Red pours him the final draft of vodka. After he drinks it, they look at each other. Red draws his pistol and shoots Berlin four times. ]ā¤
Red: Your gentleman friend with the earring said he moved the body. Mr. Kaplan is with him now. Weāre trying to contain the situation. You should have come to me.
Liz: I didnāt need to.
Red: Look around you, Lizzie!ā¤
Liz: We found Fitch because of Tom.
Red: It wasnāt worth it. Not if the cost was you, here in this. Filth.
Liz: [ Sighs ] I couldnāt do it. I told you I could kill Tom, but after you left, I just ā
[ ā« ] Look up to the sky and leave this world behind you
Liz: After all the lies and everything he did to me, I told myself I! was using him! ā that I was finally in control. [ Sniffles ]
Red: [ Sighs ] When you love someone, you have no control.
Thatās what love is. Being powerless.ā¤
Liz: I donāt know whatās wrong with me.
Red: Thereās nothing wrong with you.
[ Kisses her forehead, cheek ]
Thereās nothing wrong with you.ā¤
[ Sniffles ]
[ Sighs. Hug. ]
[ ā« ] But can you move and shake? Are you a dead man or a fake? Are you a dead man or a fake? Are you a dead man or a fake?
Tom [ sits down across from Red ]: Do you have it?
[ Red hands him an envelope; Tom checks contents, seems satisfied, gets up to leave ]
[ ā« ] See this world around you there will be no hesitation ohh there will be no hesitation but can you move and shake?
Red: You are never to see her again.
Are you a dead man or a fake?
Tom: Yeah. I got it.
[Red grabs Tomās wrist; angrily:] I donāt think you do. Look at me: You are never to see her again!
Tom [casually]: You know, for what itās worth, I spent four months on that ship chained up. And I never told her about us. Not one word.ā¤
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By Other LivesIāll look up to the sky,
And leave this world behind you
And run for cover.
Iāll look to higher ground
And see this world around you,
Thereāll be no hesitation.
But can you move and shake?
Are you a dead man or a fake?
Iāll look up to the sky,
And leave this world behind you
And run for cover.
Iāll look to higher ground
And see this world around you,
Thereāll be no hesitation.
But can you move and shake?
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Last updated: 8/8/2015
Program originally aired 2/1/2015 in the US
Script with extras: http://wp.me/pDKwi-15r
Raw Scripts from Springfield [UK]: http://bit.ly/1Do56Zu
NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1LPYyH9
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Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Director: Joe Carnahan
Writers: Jon Bokenkamp, John Eisendrath, JR Orci, Lukas Reiter
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Script 2:9 Luther Braxton Part 1
Blurb: Red allows himself to be captured so he will be ādisappearedā to a secret U.S. prison in the Bering Sea where a thief named Luther Braxton is planning to break into secret government computers containing information on the Fulcrum. First part of two.
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Several TV news people: We are just now getting word of a story developing out of Hong Kong. Sources say authorities there have apprehended legendary criminal Raymond Reddington. Heās been on the FBIās Most Wanted list longer than any other fugitive, but tonight, sources are confirming Reddington was arrested in Hong Kong just hours ago. Reddington was once a rising star at the Pentagon. Sources say he was being groomed for admiral when, on Christmas Eve, 1990, while on his way home to visit his wife and daughter, Reddington vanished.
Reporter: Four years later, Reddington resurfaced and was charged with treason in absentia for selling top-secret American intelligence to foreign states.
Prison guard: From this point forward, you donāt exist.
Red: [ Chuckling ] Oh, thatās a load off.
[ Tires squeal ]
Reporter #2: Just hours ago, the US State Department confirmed Reddington has been remanded into US custody, but officials will not comment on his current location.
[ ā« thruppence and sixpence each day too much, magic bus
ācause I drive my baby every way too much, magic bus [ Song ends ]
Cooper: Reddingtonās off the radar.
Liz: What do you mean?
Cooper: We donāt know where Reddington is? CIAās not saying.
Liz: Why not? Reddingtonās our asset.
Cooper: Only 41 people in the US government know that. Iāve talked to all of them. Nobody knows where he is.
Samar: Heās been on the run for 25 years. His arrest was bound to happen.
Ressler: No, Reddington moves too fluidly to get caught up in something as obvious as a public assassination in Hong Kong. No, he wanted this to happen.
Liz: What if he didnāt?
Aram: Why would Mr. Reddington want to get captured?
Navabi: His arrest happened overseas. We have to assume he wanted proximity to something.
Ressler: Well, if heās grabbed, itās either by the CIA ground branch or JSOC.
Liz: You think itās an intelligence apparatus thatās holding him?
Cooper: Scrub our sources at Langley, and do it fast. Once they drop him in whatever hole heās headed for heās not coming back.
[ Door shuts ]
Guard: You speak when youāre spoken to.
Red: Call the number. Ask for a houseman. Call the number. $50,000 will be transferred into the account of your choice. $50,000. All I want is two minutes with your warden.
[ Door opens ]
Ressler: All right. We found him.
Man: Hey.
Ressler: Hey. We got him. CIA analyst at Langley confirmed theyāre holding Reddington at an off-book lockdown called The Factory.
Samar: Thatās bad news. Thatās really bad news.
Aram: That place is real?
Liz: The Factory? Wait, whatās The Factory?
Cooper: Itās a level-10 detention facility specifically designed to process detainees whoāve been trained to withstand interrogation and torture. Assets are brought in, information is squeezed out ā data, intel, anything that may be of value.
Aram: This place is a slaughterhouse for spies.
Cooper: They reduce them to ones and zeroes. Whatās left is a husk that either rots away behind bars or is executed outright.
Liz: Weāve got to get him out of there.
Ressler: You think the CIAās gonna let us talk to him, just walk right in there? No.
Liz: Heās our asset.
Samar: No, theyāre gonna keep him all to themselves.
Cooper: If he went to this factory on purpose, I suspect it was to make contact with somebody he couldnāt get to on the outside. Reddington gave up 25 years of freedom to see this guy. I want to know who he is and what intel heās got thatās so damned important.
Warden: Mast Sergeant Desmond says you offered him a bribe. Care to explain?
Red: Within 12 hours, inmate Luther Todd Braxton will break out of his cell. When he does, he will steal a classified intelligence packet that contains secrets vital to your National Security. The means for his escape and his team are already in place.
Warden: This story feels like a desperate last gasp from a dying man.
Red: Could be. Regardless, if you donāt move quickly, the prison will be overrun and the dozens of innocent men and women who operate this facility will be subdued and executed, beginning with you.
Warden: Luther Braxton is in solitary.
Red: Not for long.
[ Machinery whirring ] [ Electricity crackling ] [ Whirring and crackling stop ]
Man: Heās not cooperating. Take him back to his cell. We go again in two hours.
[ Joints cracking. Guard slips a wire component into Braxtonās mouth ]
Goodson: Agent Cooper, Kat Goodson. As you know, the Director has brought me here to liaison with your task force.
Cooper: Of course. Weāve met ā the correspondentsā dinner.
Goodson: Ah. You were the scotch ā neat? Please, tell us what you know.
Cooper: Iām not at liberty to say.
Goodson: The clandestine service is aware of the arrangement your task force has with Reddington. Itās why weāre running point through your office.
Cooper: Well, then perhaps the Director shouldāve notified me before sending Reddington to The Factory.
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The Director: The section chief sent a cable from the warden. Said that Raymond Reddington claims that a detainee, one Luther Braxton, poses a National Security threat, and weāre hoping that you can tell us something about their connection.
Cooper: I donāt know. Whoās Luther Braxton?
Liz: Braxton is a thief. Interpolās been hunting him for years. He plans his heists to occur in the midst of chaos. He is organized, meticulous, and he is bloody.
Aram: He stole $282 million from Baghdad in the middle of Operation Shock And Awe, abducted a CIA asset out of Iran during the ā09 election protests. Later, he sold his secrets to Beijing.
Ressler: The CIA announced his death two months ago.
Goodson: We say that about a lot of the inmates at The Factory. Truth is Braxtonās being interrogated for secrets he stole from the Chinese, from the Iranians, us.
Ressler: Well, my moneyās on the fact that these two have a history together. Reddington, Braxton ā theyāre planning something.
Cooper: Whatever it is, youāre going to find out.
Liz: Oh, we donāt have authorization.
Goodson: You do now. Get to Reddington. Find out what heās up to.
Guard: Hey, Braxton, chow! [ Alarm blaring ]
Guard 2: We have a Code Oscar, block āB,ā dorm six! Activate critical response! We need an emergency response team in block āBā now!
Guard 3: [ Indistinct shouting ] Get away from the door! Fire one! Handsā hands up! Get on the ground! [ Gunfire ] Aah!!
[ Handcuffs clicking ]
Warden [ Rushing in ]: Tell me what you know.
Red: I tried. Itās too late. Youāve lost your facility.
warden: No, you tell me Iām gonna have an escape before it happens. Now youāre getting evacād out?
Red: Why the hell am I getting evacād out?
Warden: Orders from up top. Bureauās been cleared to send a team, incoming now.
Red: Radio that chopper. Tell them to turn around.
Warden: Why? Whatās happening here?
Guards: We got a problem. ERF failed.
Red: Radio the chopper.
Guard: Theyāre sending in the riot squad.
Warden: Get him to the evac team!
Red: Radio the chopper!
[ Blaring continues ] [ Beeping ]
Guard: Back up, back up!
[ Beeping, heavy clang ]
[ In helicopter ]
Ressler: Inmate number 2532, Xavier Chavez. I know this name. He was a court-martialed special operator out of Fort Carson. We got Kun Phan, AKA āCambodian Carl.ā Did 10 years in USP Florence for hacking US Missile Defense Agency.
Liz: What are you thinking?
Ressler: Iām counting three, five, maybe more guys whoāve all been processed into this facility within the last three months. Got a munitions expert, special forces. Iām counting eight guys here ā Khalid Sankar, Yemeni medic; Jonah Rodriguez, ex-Marine; and Cyrus Choyā heās a Red Pole enforcer out of Taiwan.
Liz: Heās got an entire team in place.
Guard: What the hell is he doing? [ Blaring continues ]
Braxton: Go! Go!
Guard: Sir?
Guard: Nest Command to ACR; block āBā has been breached! We need tactical reinforcement to the Nest!
[ Radio whines ]
Guard: Sir, we just lost video! Camera two is down!
[ Beeping ] [ Muffled explosion, gas hissing ] [ Indistinct shouting, coughing ] [ Electricity crackles ]
[ On deck ]
Guard: Got to turn you back! Weāre in a full-facility lockdown! Weāve had a breach! Detainee has taken ā
Navabi [ Shot in foot ]: Aah!! Aah!! [ Groaning ]
Ressler: Easy!
[ Alarm blaring ] [ Beeping ]
Desmond: Desmond to Deck Command, prisoner for transport, come back.
Red: That $50,000 is still on the table, Desmond. Itās yours for the taking. All you got to do is help me to help you stay alive.
[ Beeping ]
Man: You sure about this?
Braxton: Do it.
[ Keyboard clacking ] [ Click and thud, blaring stops ]
Guard [ Intercom ]: Eagle, Eagle, this is Major. We have a breach alert. Please authenticate. Eagle, Eagle, this is Major.We have a breach alert. Please authenticate.
Braxton [ Picks up phone ]: The Eagleās dead.
Guard: Identify yourself.
Braxton: Iām the man who just took over your gulag, and youāre a desk jockey thatās gonna put me in touch with somebody who matters ā clear?
[ Grunting ]
Ressler: Samar?
Samar: Ressler, I canāt put any weight on my foot.
Man: Horrible, isnāt itā this roomā this is where all the prisoners come to die. After you break their minds. Theyāre led here like cattle for you to slaughter.
Ressler: When they put down your little rebellion, pal, youāre gonna take my place up here, I swear.
[ Coughing, choking ] [ Laughing ]
Man: Hey! Get on your feet! Get your feet! Get on your feet! Get on your feet! Stay! Get on your feet! [ Laughing continues ]
Aram: Sir! Uh, sir, we have a situation. Uh, weāve lost contact with Agent Keen.
Cooper: What about Ressler? Navabi?
Aram: Uh, nothing since after they touched down. I reached out to Langley. The entire facility is dark.
Goodson: Weāve got Braxton. The CIAās patching him through.
Goodson: This is Agent Rosenberg. Heās our hostage negotiator.
Cooper: Tread lightly, Agent Rosenberg. Those are my people inside there.
Rosenberg: Understood, and theyāre gonna be fine. Weāre gonna take our time, hear what he has to say, and get everyone out alive.
You ready? [ Beeping ] Mr. Braxton, this is Agent Phillip Rosenberg. The Director of NCS has instructed me to open a dialogue with you.
Braxton: Weāre not having a dialogue.
Rosenberg: Iām here to listen, but first, I just need to talk to the warden. I just need to make sure that heās okay and can confirm the hostages are okay.
Braxton: No, you are a water boy, a bureaucrat with a stack of cue cards.
Rosenberg: Just need to talk to the warden.
Braxton: Of course you do ā protocol. I have him right here.
Warden: This is Warden Mills.
Rosenberg: Mr. Mills, everyoneās okay?
Warden: Some casualties, but all accounted for.
Rosenberg: Thatās terrific. Glad to hear your voice. See that, Mr. Braxton? I just wanted to talk to the warden.
[ Braxton shoots him ]
Rosenberg: Mr. Mills? Warden? Mr. Mills?
Braxton: Iām done talking to you, Mr. Rosenberg. I want to speak to somebody with real authority.
Cooper: This is Harold Cooper, Assistant Director for the FBI.
Braxton: Hello, Harold Cooper. Iām pretty sure you see how this works. I get what I need, or somebody dies. From here on forward I am the warden.
[ Someone approaches Liz, grabs her from behind ]
Liz: [ Gasps ]
Red: What the hell are you doing here?
Liz. I came to help get you out.
Red: You came out of curiosity.
Liz: Or maybe I actually care about what happens to you.
Red: Your government is being robbed.
Liz: From here? How? Whatās he after?
Red: The Fulcrum.
Liz: I donāt know what that is. The Fulcrumā What is that?
Red: Itās a blackmail fileā proof of the existence of an extraordinarily powerful clandestine organization. If their activities were made public, some of the most powerful and influential men would go to prison or be executed.
Liz: And itās here, this Fulcrum?
Red: No, the Fulcrum isnāt here, but I believe information critical to finding it is, and thatās what Braxton wants.Iām here to stop it.
Liz: I can help you.
Red: No, you need to leave.
Liz: Ressler and Samar have been taken hostage.
Red: They shouldnāt even be here. You never shouldāve come here.
Liz: Why didnāt you come to us? What arenāt you telling me? Why donāt you want me here?
Red: Iāll get to Ressler and Samar as soon as I can, but you need to get back on that chopper.
Liz; Not without Ressler and Samar or you. Now, how are we gonna stop Braxton? He has an entire team.
Red: Well, sadly, there isnāt a prison on Earth where I donāt know a few guys.
Man [ British accent ]: If Braxton wants to access the secrets they beat out of us, heās gonna need to get into the server, which is only accessible from the Nest.
Red: How about during a lockdown?
Man: This facilityās like a submarine. Itās compartmentalized. It can only be shut down by sections. The security protocols render the entire server room completely inaccessible.
Desmond: How the hell do you know that? I didnāt know that.
Red: Khan has broken out of seven prisons. This will be eight.
Liz: This server room ā where is it?
Man: Northwest quadrant, basement.mWe canāt get you inside, but the German ā he has an idea.
German: [ German accent ] Who is she? Who is this girl?
Red: Sheās with me. Your idea?
German: The boiler room. Itās located next to the server room. If you could get there, you could reprogram it to overload. The pressure would cause an explosion.
Liz: That would blow up the server room?
German: If youāre lucky, youāll take out the server room. If youāre unlucky, the whole prison craters.
Red: You said, āIf you could get there.ā
British: Yes, the only way into the boiler room undetected is through a single air duct thatās less than 24 inches square.
Liz: [ Sighs ] Looks like Iām the tunnel rat.
Red: All right. Khan will guide you to the boiler room. Gernert and I will be waiting for you to let us in, then youāll reprogram the system.
German: Good.
Man on couch: What about me? Whatās my job?
Red: You donāt have a job. Youāre here because of what your cartel did to Felix Moralez and my people in Reynosa. [ Shoots him ] Okay. Shall we go to work?
Man: [ Beeping ] Braxton, you need to see this.
[ Telephone ringing ]
Red: Iām sorry. The warden canāt get to the phone right now. May I please take a message? Nothing? Not a āHello, how are you?ā Say something, Luther.
Braxton: Reddington.
Red: Thatās me.
Braxton: Youāre locked out, Red. I have complete control over this hellhole.
Red: Iām confident youāve got a plan for every imaginable scenario, but itās the scenarios you canāt imagine that bite you in the ass, Luther, like me here.
Braxton: Do you think this is something that snuck up on me? After Belgrade?
Red: Ah. Belgrade. Boy, things got nasty in Belgrade, didnāt they?
Braxton: Itās funnyā up until then, I was aimless, just an ordinary thief, but after Belgrade, I became known as the man who bested the great Ray Reddington.
Red: You didnāt best me, Luther. You butchered and clawed your way into my pockets, and innocent people died in the process.
Braxton: Youāre such a snob, Red. Always considered yourself above the fray with your handmade suits and your fancy wine, your private jets. Do you even drive? You got everybody convinced youāre so hard, Red, but I know better. Youāre soft.
Red:Youāre not getting the Fulcrum.
Braxton: And how you gonna stop me, Red? Bore me to death with Beethoven? Put me to sleep quoting Nietzsche? Come on. We both know that in order to stop me, you got to have balls. You got to run the gauntlet. And after Belgrade, well thatās just not gonna happen. So, tell me ā how are you gonna stop me, Red?
Red: āA wise man can learn more from a foolish question than a fool can learn from a wise answer.ā
Braxton: Was that Nietzsche?
Red: No. Bruce Lee.
Samar: This man has an abdominal wound. Heās going to die.
Ressler: Let him down. Damn it, let him down!
[ Door opens ]
Braxton: Okay, Harold, letās test your reflexes. This entire facility has been put into lockdown meaning that all existing codes that ran this prison have been invalidated.
Cooper: Weāre aware of that.
Braxton: Good, then you must also be aware that one single code has been generated by the mainframe ā a master code giving the CIA and any rescue units all access. I want it.
Cooper: Understood. I can get my people working on that right away.
Braxton: Okay. Your reflexes, Haroldā shabby. Mine, howeverā lightning quick. [ Shoots woman ] You just cost an innocent woman her life, which means weāll just have to go get ourselves another one. Let me set the scene for you, just like them old radio dramas your granny used to listen to. Iām standing in front of a tall, fit very attractive Persian girl by the name of Samar Navabi. Maybe youāre familiar with her. Anyway, Miss Navabi has a noose around her neckā her very long, lovely neck, which is about to get a lot longer unless you give me the code. Iāll give you 10 minutes.
Aram: Weāre gonna give the code, right? Sir, Iām sorry, but you have to give the code. Itās a black site. Nobody will know weāre negotiating.
Cooper: Iām sorry, butā
Aram: Weāre gonna give the code!
Cooper: I am not allowing that maniac to lynch one of my agents.
Goodson: You canāt give him the code. You know the protocol.
Cooper: The minute that that negotiator got here, he gave me all the relevant details on the factory, including the master code. Why wouldnāt I give it to him?
Goodson: Braxton doesnāt want the code to break out of prison. He wants it to break into our network.
Cooper: What network?
Goodson: The factory isnāt just a black site. Itās a level-six intelligence node. It communicates directly with Langley, the Pentagon, the White House sit room. The intel being squeezed out of these targets, our highest-level targets, is mission-critical. We needed our interrogators and our operatives in the field working together in real time, so we removed any latency between the time we received a lead and our ability to act on it.
Cooper: You put an access point to the countryās most sensitive data in a prison with the countryās most dangerous enemies?
Goodson: Yes. Which is why I am asking youā do not release that code.
[ Knock on door ]
Aram: Sir, Braxtonās back online.
Cooper: Cooper.
Braxton: The code.
Cooper: If I give it to you, what assurance do I have that no hostages will be harmed?
Braxton: None. The code.
[ Machinery whirring ] [ Choking and gasping ]
Braxton: You hear that sound, Harold?
[ Choking and gasping continue ]
Braxton: Thatās the sound of Agent Navabiās neck being broken.
Samar: Please. Stop.
Braxton: The code!
[ Choking and gasping continue ]
Cooper: Dallas, Foxtrot, one, Charlie, three, seven, two. Now letā [ Click ] Braxton? Braxton, respond!
[ Gasps, breathing heavily ]
Samar: [ Subtitle ] Allah is ever-pardoning, ever-forgiving.
[ Machinery whirring; prisoners chains are lowered; guard exits ]
Man: Weāre ready here.
Braxton: Good. Get to the server room. Iāll radio you once the systemās back online.
Cooper: Where are we?
Aram: I have attacked this from every angle. Once Braxton reboots the servers on his end, heāll have full access to the intelligence network.
Cooper: How do we lock him out?
We canāt, not without flipping the switch on the entire network, and Braxton knows we wonāt do that.
Cooper: What would that entail?
Aram: Our DOD satellites shutting down A temporary loss of real-time field communications.
Cooper: So, CENTCOM would go dark.
Aram: And assuming we could even get authorization to do that, it would take hours to shut it down.
British: Hey, once you make that last turn, itās gonna be about 10 more feet. Gonna see a vent there going down.
Liz: Yeah, I think I see it. Iām here.
British: Follow that, and youāre in.
Phan: Braxton, weāre in.
Man: [ Keys in code ] Dallas, Foxtrot, one, Charlie, three, seven, two.
[ Device whirring ] [ Liz coughing ]
Red: You all right?
Liz: Yeah.
Red: Are you sure?
Liz: Uh-huh.
Red: Have you ever heard of Bruno Ashmanskis? The most skilled cat burglar Iāve ever had the pleasure of working with. Bruno mostly did jobs on commission, but he always wanted to do something for himself, something special, so he got it into his head that he was gonna break into the Fitzwilliam Museum in Cambridge to steal an imperial vase from the Qing Dynasty worth millions ā the single biggest trophy of his career.
Liz: What happened?
Red: I never heard from him again. Iād always assumed heād succeeded, that he was sipping some umbrella-clad cocktail on a beach in Tahiti, until five years later during a remodel of the Fitzwilliam, they removed a wall. There was poor Brunoā what was left of him, anyway ā stuck inside a heating duct, still clutching that vase. I prefer to think of old Bruno on that beach in Tahiti.
Gernert: We have a problem.
Red: Mm. What?
[ The Alliance/Cabal meets: various accents ]
[ Indian accent ]: Our asset is tracking the extent of the breach.
[ Other accent ]: It appears that Braxtonās team has penetrated your countryās network.
[ Chinese accent ]: Do we have confirmation on what it is theyāre looking for?
The Director: Yes, we do. The Fulcrum.
[ German accent ] So Reddington does not have it.
Director: I never believed he did, actually, and his efforts to stop Braxton only confirmed my suspicions.
Whatās our collateral exposure?
The Director: Honestly? None. We are mirroring Braxtonās search algorithms, and if the Fulcrum comes into play, we will find it.
So, Mr. Braxton is a liability?
Director: Oh, yes, and Mr. Reddington may no longer be a threat. We havenāt touched him for fear that heād use the Fulcrum as aā Well, to expose us, but heās bluffing.
You canāt be sure of that. Alan Fitch did not think so.
The Director: Whether he is or not, itās a moot point. He needs to be eliminated.
German woman: This prison of yours, The Factory, I understand the American public is unaware of its existence. Perhaps they would not notice if it were to disappear.
Man: How much longer?
Red: Weāve had a setback. Gernert is working on alternatives.
Gernert: Iām telling youā There are no other options. This model has redundant computerized safeguards. If I attempt to over-pressurize the boiler tank, those safeguards kick in automatically.
Liz: Thereās nothing you can do to override it?
Gernert: It would have to be done manually. That means someone standing here, resetting those pressure-relief valves every 90 seconds, while someone else mans the temperature controls until this pressure cooker hits 700 PSI, and that is not gonna be me.
Red: Youāre not going anywhere.
Gernert: Yeah, I am. Because whoever stays here to do this manually is gonna be blown into a million pieces.
Red: Or just one.
Wait. You shoot him, theyāll hear. Theyāll be here within 60 seconds ā We can do this, you and I. After the pressure reaches 700, how long do we have until it explodes?
Gernert: Anywhere from 10 to 20 seconds, but thereās no way to know for sure. Youāre better off walking away now.
Other man: [ Chuckles softly ] Look, Red, you know that after Delhi, Iād do anything for you, but the truth is, youād be lucky to get off this rig, and whatever your plan is, Iām not a part of it. Iāve helped you. Iāve done my piece. Way I see it, weāre even for Delhi.
Liz: We can do this.
Director: If we donāt stop this, the death toll isnāt going to be in the dozens, itās gonna be in the thousands, and the world is gonna look quite different with Braxton in control of all our servers.
Every operative, every analyst, every case officer in his pocket. And Mr. Cooper has given him the keys to our kingdom. We have to make sure he never has the chance to use them.
Goodson: We have federal agents on site. Buy me more time. Let me activate an extraction team.
The Director: No. No, just order the strike.
Goodson: Yes, sir. Iāll have planes in the air within the hour. The target will be destroyed.
[ Two F-22s taking off ]
Aram: Sir, you got to see this. I just got confirmation that two F-22s were scrambled out of Wright-Patterson. They seem to headed toward The Factory.
Cooper: ETA to target?
Aram: Twenty-four minutes.
Cooper: Get Kat Goodson now.
Man: [ Dialing ] [ Beeping ] Braxton, accessing information now.
Red: [ Air hissing ] One. [ Air hissing ] Two. [ Air hissing ] Three. [ Beeping ]
Liz: 650 PSI. A few more, and the boiler blows. So, when are you gonna tell me the truth?
Red: What truth?
Liz: About why you came hereā the blackmail file, the Fulcrum.
Red: I canāt allow Braxton to get it.
Liz: Why? What difference does it make to you if he gets it and exposes thisā
Red: Cabal? The Group believes I have it. Itās one of the reasons Iām still alive.
Liz: So, if Braxton gets it, theyāll know you donāt have it, and theyāll kill you ā is that it?
[ Rapid beeping ]
Red: Whatās the number?
Liz: 680. So thatās what this is about ā this whole thing? Protecting yourself?
Red: It may be hard for you to imagine, but I once had a relatively normal lifeā bills to pay, playdates, family, some friends, people to care about. Lost all that.
Liz: Lost how?
Red: In Mexico, there are these fish that have colonized the freshwater caves along Sierra del Abra.They were lost. They found themselves living in complete darkness. But they didnāt die.
Instead, they thrived. They adapted. They lost their pigmentation, their sight, eventually even their eyes. With survival, they became hideous.ā¤ Iāve rarely thought about what I once was.
But I wonder if a ray of light were to make it into the cave, would I be able to see it? Or feel it? Would I gravitate to its warmth? And if I did, would I become less hideous?ā¤ I didnāt want you to come here, follow me here.ā¤ Because the truth is if I donāt stop Braxton, what heāll discover is that he canāt get the Fulcrum without you.
[ Beeping ] [ Pounding ]
Liz: What does that mean, āWithout meā?
[ Alarm blaring ] [ Commandos barge in, shooting. Gunfight ]
Red: Get out of here! [ Blaring continues ] [ š„Explosionš„ ]
Braxton: What the hell is that?
Man: Weāre offline.
Braxton: Get down to the server room, see whatās going on.
[ Liz coughing ] [ Sighs ] [ Red is out ]
Liz: Red? Reddington?! Breathe!
[ Exhales sharply ]
Oh, my God. Red, breathe.
[ Sniffling, breathing heavily ]
Breathe, you son of a bitch! [ Exhaling sharply ]
Man: Down hereā the boiler room!
[ Captures Liz. They donāt see Red ]
Man: Take her to Braxton.
Pilot: Paper-Dog, we are 10-zero minutes from primary target. Requesting authorization to arm and engage.
Cooper: You canāt let this happen.
Goodson: Donāt put this on me. You gave up that code.
Cooper: You have three federal agents and at least 40 innocent hostages in that facility.
Inmates included, over a hundred lives will be lost.
Goodson: I donāt agree with this course of action, but I understand it. Weāre doing damage control because you couldnāt make the tough call.
Cooper: We donāt even know what Braxtonās after. What the hell is so important in that database that someone wants to kill all those people on the chance that he might get it? If you think Iām just gonna roll with this, youāre wrong.
Goodson: What are you gonna do? Go to the Post? The Times? This whole operation is deep black. It doesnāt exist. Every trace will be incinerated the moment Reddingtonās a confirmed kill.
You know what happens to whistle-blowersā kooks, paranoid freaks. Youāll be a keynote speaker in their next woo-woo convention, and your people will be just as dead.
Man: Reddington, get up. You got to get up! Red!
Red: [ gasps, coughing ] Where is she? Where is she?
[ā« The Wright Brothersā āBlood on My Nameā plays:
Thereās a reckoning a-coming and it burns beyond the grave
lead inside my bellyā¦]
Braxton: Who the hell are you?
Man: The serverās gone. She blew it up. Carl is dead and so are the others.
Braxton: Get Beck and Wolcott on it.
Man: You donāt understand. The prisoners are loose. And if they find out we have a chopper en route, weāre gonna have a real problem. We need to go now.
[ ā« why you so afraid? when the fires, when the fires have surrounded you ]
Braxton: Whereās Reddington?
Liz: Heās dead.
[ ā« Iāve got blood on my name ]
Desmond: I count at least a dozen cells destroyed. Weāve got inmates in the southeast quad.
Red: You seem like a decent guy, Desmond. You should do something else for a living.
Desmond: I just told you the animals are loose. You canāt get to the Nest without going through them. Theyāre gonna kill you out there! What are you gonna do?
Red: Iām gonna get her back.
[ Shotgun cocks ] [ Indistinct shouting ] [ Alarm blaring ]
[ ā« not a spell gonna be broken with a potion or a priest ]
Guard: Hey! Iām talking to you! Iām gonna need that shotgun.
[ ā« how did your debts get paid? oh, Lazarus, why you so afraid? ]
Liz: Itās over. The serverās destroyed.
Man: Sir, we got reports of gunfire in the north hall. Now I canāt raise anyone on the comms.
Braxton: Reddington. Head him off. Get the chopper. Let Yousef handle the hostages.
[ ā« and your sacred stars wonāt be guiding you
Iāve got blood Iāve got blo-o-o-o-od blood on my name ]
Pilot: Paper-Dog, ETA two minutes. Making final approach to target.
[ ā« mm-mmmm mm-mmmm it wonāt be lo-o-o-ng till Iām dead and go-o-ne
it wonāt be lo-o-o-ng ]
[ Gunfight. Red enters. Shotgun cocks. Liz points pistol at Braxton ]
[ ā« and the whole wide world coming after you
Iāve got blood Iāve got blo-o-o-o-od blood on my name ]
Red: All this, Luther, and you donāt even know what the hell youāre looking for.
Braxton: I know what itās worth.
Red: Itās not what you think. Itās not a golden ticket. Itās a target on your back.
Braxton: I know all the stories, Red. [ Sighs ] I know where it was and I know when it disappeared. I know about the house, the fire, the girl.
Aram: [ Beeping ] Sir, I just got word. The missiles have been launched. Impact in 30 seconds.
Braxton: No wonder you came for her. She was there that night, wasnāt she? Sheās the one?
Red: Shoot him. Shoot him!
[ Air rushing and whistling ā š„ Explosion š„ ]
ā Look Ahead:
Cooper: Reddington? Where is Keen?
Red: Braxton took her.
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Red: You will make a mistake and when you do, I will be there.
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Red: I want her back.
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Dr Orchard: I need to take you back to that fire. Three two one.
Liz: [Gasps] My father! My father was there.
ā« āBlood on My Nameā
ā« Thereās a reckonān a-coming
And it burns beyond the grave
Its lead inside my belly
Cause my soul has lost its way
Oh, Lazarus
How did your debts get paid?
Oh, Lazarus
Why your so afraid?ā« When the fires, when the fires have surrounded you
With the hounds of hell coming after you
Iāve got Blood, Iāve got Blood On My Name
When the fires, when the fires are consuming you
And your sacred stars wonāt be guiding you
Iāve got Blood, Iāve got Blood
Blood On My Nameā« Not a spell gonna be broken
With a potion or a priest
When youāre cursed youāre always hoping
That a prophet would be grieved
Oh, Lazarus
How did your debts get paid?
Oh, Lazarus
Why your so afraid?ā« Canāt you see Iām sorry
I will make it worth your while
Made a dead mans money
You can see it in my smile
Oh, Lazarus
How did your debts get paid?
Oh, Lazarus
Why your so afraid?ā« When the fires, when the fires have surrounded you
And the whole wide world coming after you
Iāve got Blood, Iāve got Blood On My Name
When the fires, when the fires are consuming you
And your sacred stars wonāt be guiding you
Iāve got Blood, Iāve got Blood
Blood On My Nameā« Mmm-mmm
It wont be long
Til Iām dead and gone
It wont be long
Til Iām dead and goneā« Watch the fires rise under my skin
Down to the bone
Scorching my soul
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to runā« When the fires, when the fires have surrounded you
With the hounds of hell coming after you
Iāve got Blood, Iāve got Blood On My Name
When the fires, when the fires are consuming you
And your sacred stars wonāt be guiding you
Iāve got Blood, Iāve got Blood On My Nameā« When the fires, when the fires have surrounded you
And the whole wide world coming after you
Iāve got Blood, Iāve got Blood
Blood On My NameLyrics: āBlood On My Nameā by The Wright Brothers http://bit.ly/1LQ1bIS
YouTube: Blood on my name ā The Brothers Bright http://bit.ly/1PUWSSw
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Last updated: 8/8/2015
Program originally aired 2/5/2015 in the US
Script with extras: http://wp.me/pDKwi-15A
Raw Scripts from Springfield [UK]: http://bit.ly/1Do56Zu
NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1LUu4TN
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Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Director: Michael Watkins
Writers: Jon Bokenkamp, Michael Ostrowski, Jim Campalongo, Kristen Reidel, VincentAngell
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Script 2:10 Luther Braxton ā Conclusion
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Blurb: Convinced she can lead him to the Fulcrum, Luther Braxton has captured Liz and is going to use a doctor to retrieve her memories. Red is hot on his trail. He too wants to know what she remembers about a fire when she was 4 years old. Second part of two.
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[The black site has been hit by a missile]
[ Air rushing and whistling ] [ Breathing heavily ] [ Gunshots ] [ Metal clanging ] [ Grunting ]
Ressler: Hang on, hang on! Youāre not gonna die today. Hang on.
[ Gasps ] [ Panting ] [ Groans ]
Ressler: Okay, okay. Come here.
[ Coughs ]
Ressler: Okay? All right. Letās get the hell out of here. Come on, come on.
[ Cellphone beeps ] [ Radio static ]
Cooper: What do we have?
Aram: Satellite imagery confirms The Factoryās been hit and is burning. All communications are down. No audio or video in or out.
Cooper: Where are you on Search and Rescue?
Goodson: I have no authorization to dispatch the Coast Guard.
Cooper: My people are on that rig.
Goodson: That rig was a level-10 detention facility. It does not exist. It never existed.
Cooper: If you think Iām gonna let you and The Director cover your asses at the expense of the lives of my people, then youāve got another ā
Goodson: Off the record ā The Factory was bombed to prevent those terrorists from getting their hands on vital national secrets. On the record ā this incident never occurred.
Cooper: Look, if youāre not interested in the detainees, fine. But there are over 75 people who work for you who are gonna drown and burn if you do nothing. If you donāt contact Search and Rescue, I will.
Goodson: Do that, Agent Cooper, and you will be relieved of duty. Without confirmation of survivors, is it really worth making that call?
Ressler: Reddington! Whereās Keen?
Red: Braxton took her.
Ressler: Are any of these comms working?
Samar: That walkie has a range of a thousand yards at the most.
Ressler: Unassisted, yeah, but a dipole antenna array will boost the signal.
Red: This rig is sinking. If we canāt make contact, anyone here who doesnāt burn is gonna drown.
Ressler: You said Braxton took Keen. Why?
Liz: Where am I? Where are Agents Ressler and Navabi? Did they make it?
Braxton: Donāt know. Donāt care. How does it feel to have something people are willing to die for locked up in that pretty little head of yours?
Liz: I donāt know anything.
Braxton: Weāll see.
[ Elevator bell dings ]
Nurse: Look, I donāt know who gave you clearance to land, but weāre closed to traum ā
Voice: [ Muffled ] Heās got a g ā
Aram: Sir, Iāve been monitoring flights in and around the Norton Sound with proximity to The Factory. The FAA picked up an aircraft entering Juneau airspace IDād as a private medevac chopper. The FAA doesnāt require flight plans or passenger manifests for medevac choppers.
I think thatās how Braxton plans to disappear.
Cooper: Where did they land?
Aram: Grace River Hospital.
Cooper: Get a tac unit there and notify the hospital. Make sure they have Braxtonās mug shot.
[to Goodson] That incident you insist didnāt occur, it just came to shore.
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Cooper: Okay, listen up. Juneau PD was unable to apprehend Braxton, but he was positively IDād. I want surveillance feeds from every camera within 10 blocks of that hospital.
Aram: Sir, the Coast Guardā theyāre picking up a signal from The Factory. Thatās some kind of SOS.
Cooper: Survivors. [ To Goodson ] Iām making that call whether you like it or not.
Voice from helicopter: Weāre on final approach. We need a head count on survivors.
Ressler: Helo Two. Helo Two. Emergency message, plus three.
[ Bad guy ās gun cocks, to Red: ] Youāre not going anywhere.
[ Desmond shoots bad guy ]
Desmond: Letās go.
[ Liz is being waterboarded; whimpers ]
Interrogator: Iām hitting a wall.
Braxton: Sheāll talk.
Interrogator: Oh, no. Sheās talking. Told me everything she remembered, which is nothing.
Braxton: You saying she wasnāt there?
Liz: [ Grunting loudly ]
Interrogator: Iām saying if she was there, sheās repressed her memory ā buried it so deep that I canāt even get her to talk about it.
Liz: [ Gagging ]
Braxton [to Liz]: The Fulcrum. Where is it?
Liz: [ Coughing ]
Braxton: I envy you ā your ability to block a horrible memory. I needed help to do that. Lucky for me, the person who helped me forget is gonna help you remember.
Dr Selma Orchard to son: Max, Iām not gonna tell you to pick up your dominoes again. Come on. We got to go. Weāre late. Max? Max?
Braxton: Hey, Doc. Remember me?
Orchard: Braxton. [ Gasps ] Max, itās gonna be okay. Itās gonna be okay.
Braxton: I donāt know, Doc. Depends on you.
[ Muffled whimpers, screams ]
Orchard: What do you want?
Braxton: Letās go for a ride.
Braxton: The princess here has something in her head that I want. Itās a memory. Now, you helped make all my memories go away. You made Khafji disappear. Boom! [ Gasps ] Just like a magic trick. Iām thinking, if you were able to bury one of my memories, then you can retrieve some of hers.
Orchard: No. Itās not that simple.
[ Cellphone beeps ] Max: Mom, they- they said they wonāt hurt me if you do what they say, so please, mom, pleaā
Orchard: Max. Donāt hurt him. Donāt you hurt him.
Liz: Guys, there are people looking for me. If they find me, theyāll find you.
[ Gagging ] [ Moaning ]
Braxton [to Dr Orchard]: Now you are going to go into her head, and youāre going to retrieve a memory.
If you do that, if you help me, youāll be helping Max. Do I make myself clear?
[ Gasps ] [ Cellphone ringing ]
Give him a list of everything youāre gonna need.
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Braxton: Sebastian, brother. I didnāt think you made it out.
Red: He didnāt. I did.
Braxton: [ Laughs ] Oh, man. This is just like Belgrade, huh, boyo? Whatever you want, I get.
Red: This is nothing like Belgrade.
Braxton: What was the name of that kid? You know, the one you had running point? I wish I could have been there when you opened that closet door and found him hanging by your necktie.
His name was Henkel.
Henkel! Thatās right. Kid was a talker.
Red: Youāre out of your depth, Luther. You donāt know the people youāre dealing with. Youāre a fine thief ā meticulous and careful ā but this is different. Youāre improvising, and you and I both know thinking on your feet is not your strong suit, Luther. You will make a mistake, and when you do, I will be there to indulge in the undeniable pleasure and sweet satisfaction of āI told you so.ā
Braxton: Well, you better hurry. āCause your girlfriend, the princess, sheās got the answers in her head that Iām looking for, and I found a way to get them out.
[ Cellphone beeps, car door opens ]
Samar: I spoke with Cooper. The Coast Guard pilots who transported us are being debriefed. As far as the rest of the world is concerned, you are presumed missing.
Red: You need to look for any known associates of Braxtonās with psychiatric medical training ā neurologists, psychiatrists, pharmacologists ā
Samar: Wait. Slow down.
Red: Braxton is trying to extract a memory from Agent Keen. He will do so by any means necessary. Heās likely contacted someone for that purpose already. Find out who that someone is.
Samar: What memory?
Red: A memory she has no memory of.
[ Meeting of shady alliance (The Cabal). Various persons w different accents ]
You said you had the situation under control.
Director: I do.
The strike on the factory was unsuccessful.
And now we have survivors to contend with.
Not to mention the incident at the public hospital.
Director: The missile strike will be made public. It will be blamed on, uh, inmate uprising, which got out of hand. Enemy combatants took the facility, executed staff, and were preparing to escape. We unfortunately had no other choice but to act aggressively. Loss of life, although tragic, was unavoidable.
Director, is there any accounting for Reddington? Or the Fulcrum?
Director: We will have the Fulcrum in our hands very shortly.
How?
Director: I have a team working on it as we speak.
Cooper: Welcome back.
Aram: Sir, sir, I think I found a doctor with a connection to Braxton. [ To Samar, hugs ] Youāre safe.
Aram: Uh, wā uh, what about Mr. Reddington?
Samar: Heās, uh, pursuing his own leads.
Cooper: Aram, the doctor?
Aram: Yes, right. Uh, sorry. Okay. Her name is Dr Selma Orchard. Sheās an attending in neurology at Walter Reed and was part of a team that discovered a gene that makes it possible to erase memories.
Cooper: Iām sorry. Erase memories?
Aram: Yeah, the gene is known as TET1, and itās critical to a process called memory extinction, where painful events are replaced with more positive associations. She was at Walter Reed.
Ressler: Was Braxton a soldier there?
Aram: First Gulf War. He was part of a friendly fire incident with multiple casualties in Khafji. I assume he brought this home with him. Orchard must have treated him at some point for this.
Cooper: Selma Orchard ā Find her now.
Dr Orchard: [ To Liz ] Itās called recovered memory therapy. Iām going to use a combination of hypnotherapy and pharmaceuticals to put you into a lucid, waking dream state. My field is in blocking trauma. Extracting it, there are probable risks.
Liz: You donāt have to do this.
Orchard: Iām going to give you a sedative. The mind turns things off for a reason. I found that what the mind fights, the body tries to fight, too. I need you relaxed. This is for your own safety. He told me I need to take you back to a fire 26 years ago.
[ Whimpering ] [ Sobbing ]
Liz [ Sobbing ]: I donāt want to go back.
Orchard: Iām sorry.
[ Police radio chatter ]
Ressler: PD says thereās no sign of forced entry or foul play, but Orchard never showed up for work.
Samar: I just got off the phone with the boyās school. He never showed up, either.
Ressler: Braxton has them.
[ Dialing ]
Dr. Orchard: Elizabeth, I want you to close your eyes. Now I want you to relax all of the muscles in your body. Pretend that you can float. As you float, all of the tension leaves your body.
Tension floats, too, but it floats away from you. Now I want you to breathe in ā¦
[ Inhales ]
ā¦ and out.
[ Exhales ]
Orchard: Good. All of the tension is floating away. You canāt even feel it anymore. All you can feel is yourself, making the image of yourself clearer and clearer. Focus on that image of yourself. Only itās not you today. Itās you 26 years ago. You can almost picture her, that little girl. Iām gonna ask the little girl to open her eyes. Are you ready? Three two one. ā¦ What do you see?
Liz: A little girl hiding.
ā Voices from past will be italicized ā
Man: Okay, stay here, sweetie. No matter what happens, you need to stay here and not come out until I come get you. Understand?
Orchard: Are you with her?
Liz: Yes.
Woman: Where is she? Hey, whatās your bunnyās name?
Iām not leaving without Masha.
Masha!
Man: Sheās not going back with you. I know youāre scared, but itās okay. Lizzie? Can you hear me?
[ Indistinct shouting ]
Hello.
Red [to group of people gathered]: Thank you for coming on such short notice. Time is of the essence, so Iāll skip introductions. Iāve asked you all here because you all have one thing in common ā you all have business with Luther Braxton. As rewarding as those relationships may have been, theyāve come to an end. Mr. Braxton has started something he cannot finish. Heāll likely reach out to one of you for help. When he does, you will contact me at the number I have provided. Questions? Good.
Man: Whatās in it for us?
Red [turning around]: Life.
Cooper: Where are we on Dr Orchard?
Aram: Nowhere. Uh, if Braxton did abduct her, he didnāt leave a trace.
Cooper: And Reddington?
Samar: Iām pretty sure if he had a lead we would have heard from him.
Ressler: Metro PD just called in a possible visual on Braxton near Anacostia. He saw him get into a van with a couple of men an hour after Orchardās abduction.
Cooper: Did they track it?
Ressler: No, the patrolman was on foot. The van left before he could flag the plate.
Cooper: Get to Anacostia and canvass the neighborhood. Knock on every door. If Braxton was there to meet with someone, I want to know who.
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Cooper: Cooper. ā¦ Hello, Dr. Levin. ā¦ Did you get the results? ā¦ At your office?
[ Liz Grunting ]
Dr Orchard: This is not gonna work like this. These drugs, she could become hypertensive, develop an arrhythmia.
Braxton: I gave you everything you asked for.
Well, we should have an anesthesiologist or an ER doc here to titrate her meds. I told you there are risks.
Braxton: Well, then take the risks. Itās either her or your boy.
[ Liz gasping ] [ Liz Sighs deeply ]
Orchard: Whatās happening, Elizabeth? Tell me.
[ Liz Slurring ]
Liz: Theyāre shouting.
Who? What are they saying?
Where is she?!
Woman: Listen, youāre in trouble.
Man: Because of you!
Donāt be afraid.
You told her.
Woman: Yes, I did. I told her.
Come on! Wait! Come on! Lizzie. Come on.
ā« dashing through the snow in a one-horse open sleigh ā oāer the fields we go
Come on!
laughing all the way [ Both laugh ]
Wh-whereād he go? Whereād he go?
I donāt know.
[ Laughs ]
Braxton: Whatās happening?
Dr. Orchard: She might be having a tangent memory. Her brain is trying to replace a bad memory with a good one.
Over there! Here!
Woman: Catch me.
ā« jingle bells, jingle bells ā jingle all the way
Lizzie.
ā« oh, what fun it is to ride
Lizzie, wait!
ā« in a one-horse open sleigh
Dr Orchard: What is it? What do you see?
Stay here. Donāt go anywhere.
[ Indistinct shouting ]
What are they fighting about?
Itās a secret.
Whoās Masha?
You are.
Woman: Instead they framed Masha.
Donāt go out there.
You canāt go out there.
Young Liz: [ Echoing ] Turn around, Lizzie! Go back!
Young Liz: No! No! Donāt! Daddy said not to come out!
[ Young Liz turns around, runs screaming ]
[ Liz gasps, hyperventilates, grunting loudly ]
[ Monitor beeping rapidly ]
Orchard: Okay, weāre done. Her blood pressureās through the roof. Sheās in v-tach. She needs lidocaine.
[ Grunting continues ]
Braxton: What do you think youāre doing?
Orchard: You wonāt find what youāre looking for if sheās dead.
Liz: [ Gasps ] My father. My father was there!
Red: What have you got?
Man: Braxton contacted me right after you left.
Red: Whatās this?
Man: Wiring instructions to an offshore account. Iām not giving you this information. Iām selling it.
Red: Let me clarify the situation. Braxton is holding a hostage. I want her back. Every second you waste reduces the chances of that happening.
Man: I appreciate your urgency.
Red: I donāt think you do.
Man: But Iām not telling you anything until we agree on a price.
Samar: I have units covering the southwest sector, so start at the north end of the 700 block and work your way back. Anything?
Ressler: Two eyewitnesses confirm Braxton met with a Wilson Bishop. I had Aram run his profile. Turns out heās a third-year med student at Johns Hopkins.
Samar: What does Braxton want with a med student?
Liz: Your son, whatās his name?
Dr Orchard: His name is Max. Heās nine years old.
Liz: Iām sorry. Iām sorry you got dragged into this.
Dr Orchard In the dream, your father ā you said he was there?
Liz: The girl, she called him āDaddy.ā
Dr Orchard: Did you see anything else or hear anything else?
Liz: The little girl stopped me. Itās like she has some kind of a secret. But Iām the girl.
Dr Orchard: The girlās a piece of your subconscious is trying to prevent you from becoming aware of what happened that night.
Liz: I have no recollection of my mother or my father ā not their faces, nothing. [ Sighs ] All I know ā or think I know ā is that my father gave me this. [ shows her scar ]
Man: You can relax. An extra 15 seconds wonāt make a difference either way.
[ Tablet chirps ] Itās done.
Red: Speak.
He needed a place to meet someone, someplace out of the way.
Red: The address?
Man: [ Grunts. Red hits his face savagely with his fist. ]
Woman: [ Gasps ] [ Exhales ] No, no.
Red: Heās right. An extra 15 seconds probably wonāt change anything, hmm? [ hits him once more.]
[ Woman gasps ]
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Orchard: Yes?
Max: Mom? Mommy?
Orchard: Max!
Max: Mom?
Orchard: Max, hi. Are you okay, baby? Where are you? Everythingās gonna be okay. I love you.
Max: I love you.
Braxton: You have till 9:00. If I donāt find out what the agent knows by then, youāll never see your boy again.
Orchard: Wait. Wait! Damn it!
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Liz: Itās gonna be fine.
Orchard: Itās too dangerous.
Liz: Something happened that night, something people are willing to kill to find out, and whatever it was involved my father. Iām not doing this for Braxton or for you. Iām doing it for me. I need to know the truth.
The Director: [ Sighs ] Where is it?
Braxton: Iāll have it to you by 9:00.
Director: I thought you said you had it already.
And I do. I wanted that Fulcrum in my hands before I negotiated with you.
Need I remind you that the price had already been set?
That was before you volleyed missiles at me and my men. Now the price has gone up.
Director: Mr. Braxton, I donāt think you fully appreciate the power of the people who have engaged your services.
Braxton: Well, if theyāre that powerful, then Iām sure they can afford an extra 10%. Go find the money, chief. You do that, and Iāll have what you want by 9:00. Hey, I want you to call me just as soon as you get confirmation of funds.
Braxton: [ On phone ] Nah, weāre gonna get the intel out of that girlās head, even if I got to drill a hole in her skull and hang her upside down. All right. Will do.
[ Gun cocks ]
Red: If youāre looking for your driver, heās napping in the trunk.
Braxton: Son of a bitch.
Red: Luther, I never thought Iād enjoy having anything in my mouth as much as Petty Officer Virginia Sherman, but this [Laughing] My God! It tastes so good! I hesitate to swallow, and I certainly donāt want to spit it out. Oh, what the hell. I told you so. Elizabeth Keen. Where is she?
Braxton: I donāt know. Maybe sheās dead. Maybe youāre too late, boyo. Just like you were for, uh, Henkel in Belgrade.
Red: Can I let you in on a little secret about Belgrade? I barely remember it. Iād forgotten all about the Deutsche marks, and I donāt think I ever even met Henkel. Tell you the truth ā I donāt think his name was Henkel. I donāt know who the hell he was, but this ā this, I can promise you, I will always remember. Now get in the damn car.
Dr Orchard: Elizabeth, can you hear me? Nod if you can hear me. Good. Now follow my voice and tell me where you are.
Liz: The closet.
Orchard: Whatās happening?
Woman: Theyāll kill you if you donāt give it back to them.
Man: Theyāll kill me if I do.
Liz: Theyāre arguing.
Orchard: What are they arguing about?
Woman: Did you really think Iād let it happen and I wouldnāt come for her?
Man: Hey, you know what? ā¦ The Fulcrum.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Man: Itās the only thing keeping me alive.
[ Police radio chatter ] [ Doorbell chimes ]
Samar: Wilson Bishop, FBI.
Ressler: Come here. Come here!
Bishop: Hey, hey, hey, hey. What are you doing, man? What are you doing?
[ Both grunt ]
Ressler: Luther Braxton. We know you met with him.
Bishop: I donāt know what youāre talking about.
Ressler: Youāre a resident at a hospital with access to all kinds of psychopharmaceuticals. We know you sold to him. He kidnapped an FBI agent.
Bishop: I donāt know anything about a kidnapping.
Ressler: Heās gonna use your drugs on that agent. She dies ā¦
Bishop: He wanted diazoxide. Naloxoneā
Samar: Where is he?
Bishop: He had me deliver equipment ā¦
Samar: An address?!
Bishop: ā¦ for sedations.
Man: [ On phone ] Braxton, call me back. Where the hell are you?
[ Red and Dembe enter, subdue man. Gunfire erupts. They rush into place Liz is being ātreated.ā Red fires shot, taking down orderly. People scream in room ]
Red: Is she okay? Iām not gonna hurt you. Is she okay?
Samar: Aram, we found Wilson Bishop. Weāre en route, and we need you to send units to Coal Chute and Spring.
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Red: Donald. I have information regarding Agent Keenās abductor.
Ressler: Weāre on her way to her now. Weāre 10 minutes out.
Red: Well, Braxton was holding a young boy. His name is Max Orchard. My people have secured the boy, but you need to send a unit. Dembe will give you the address.
Dr Orchard: Max is my son.
Red: The FBI are on their way to him now.
Orchard: Sheās still heavily sedated.
Red: What happened?
Orchard: But my son ā Max.
Red: Your son is gonna be fine. Tell me about Agent Keen.
Orchard: She was undergoing a procedure called RM Therapy. Braxton was searching for a memory.
Red: Does she remember the past?
Orchard: Pieces.
Red: What pieces?
Orchard: A fire, an argument. She remembers something called the Fulcrum.
Red: Does she know where it is ā the Fulcrum?
Orchard: No. But we were close.
Red: If she continued, would it be dangerous for her? Could she be harmed in any way?
Orchard: Itās hard to say. Sheās been through a lot. But typically, if the therapy is done properly and with great care, then no.
[ Indistinct shouting ]
Red: Can you see it? Can you hear me, Lizzie?
Woman: Take her toā I need you to tell me where it is.
Red: Where is the Fulcrum, Lizzie?
Liz: Let me go! Get away from me!
Red: Shh, shh, shh! You donāt want to see this.
[ Breathing heavily ]
Red: What you want to see, what you need to find is the Fulcrum. Where is it, Lizzie? Can you see it?
[ Gasping ]
Lizzie, turn around. Go back.
Woman: Stop! You donāt want to go in there.
Get away! Lizzie, turn around and go back.
Go back, go back.
[ Screams ]
Let go!
[ Gunshot ] [ Gasping ] [ Gasps ]
Red: What happened? Whatād she see?
[ Haunting Russian lullaby plays ]
Liz to young Liz: : Listen to me. You have to say something. Thereās a fire.
Liz to Young Liz: I know you saw something out there and you donāt want to go out there [Voice breaking] but you canāt stay here! You have to scream! Do you hear me? As loud as you can, you have to scream! You have toā [ Screams ] [ Both scream ] [ Wails ] [ Lullaby continues ]
Ressler: Hey! Hey. What the hell are you doing to her? What are you doing? Get her up. Wake her up now.
Orchard: Not now.
Ressler: Reddington. Reddington!
Orchard: Itās not safe.
Ressler: Wake her up now.
Orchard: Wait. Not now.
Ressler: You do what you have to do. You do it now!
Orchard: Wait.
[ Man shown trying to get up from floor amidst fire ]
Young Liz : Daddy! No!
[ Man shown taking Liz by hand, leading her. Liz reaches out arm. Burn appears. Three or four men shown leaving burning house ]
Liz: [ Opens eyes, says to Red ] You were there. You were there, werenāt you?
Red: Yes.
Liz: There were people with the woman, looking for it. The Fulcrum. You were one of them.
Red: Itās not that simple.
Liz: But thatās why you were there. Thatās why you came into my life then. And thatās why youāre here now. Not because of me or who I am to you, whatever connection we might have, but because of some object. Some thing.ā¤
Red: Whatever you remember ā
Liz: What I remember is leaving my father dying on the floor of a burning house. [ Sniffles ] Thereās no way he could have survived that.
Red: Lizzie, the memories of a four-year-old are unreliable.
Liz: My father was killed because of the Fulcrum, because you and your people came for it that night. Well, I want you to know something. This charade of you pretending to care about me was a waste of your time because I donāt know where it is.ā¤ [ Echoing ] Donāt!
Max: Mommy.
Dr. Orchard: Max! Ahh! [ Gasps ] Oh. [ Sobbing ] [ Smooching ] Are you okay? Are you okay? Are you okay? Look at you. Oh, thank God.
Director [on cell phone ]: Mm-hmm. Iām meeting with Braxton within the hour. Yes, of course Iāve discussed contingencies regarding Reddington with all of our colleagues. [Sees Braxtonās body hanging overhead] Iām going to have to call you back.
Red: You wouldnāt believe how much he weighs. Sit.
Director: Do you have any idea who I am?
Red: [ Chuckles ] Yes. I know just what you are. Sit the hell down.
Director: Iāve alerted security.
Red: You seem younger in person than you appear to be when lurking in the background on television. Are you a swimmer? [ Chuckles ]
Director: Iām someone not to be trifled with.
Red: Mm. Then we have something in common. You hire a simple thief to find the Fulcrum because you believe I donāt have it. So I return him to you, defects and all, to make it abundantly clear that you should never again doubt who I am and what I have.
Director: I know exactly who you are. A thug. You may have convinced some of my colleagues that you are a force to be reckoned with, but I do not share that assessment. So consider yourself warned. We will not hesitate to use every resource at our disposal. Whatever it takes we will cripple you.
Red: I donāt think you have any real comprehension of the depth and breadth of your vulnerability. But only the one who possesses the Fulcrum could possibly fathom that.
Director: I think youāre bluffing. I donāt think you have it. I donāt think you ever did.
Red: Try me. Call my bluff. Please. Call my bluff. [ Chuckling ] Oh, my God. I donāt know what the hell youāre gonna do with him. Honestly, heās like a damn side of beef.
[ ā« āBaptismsā playing ] ā¦ back when I used to wander I was always out looking for signs ā¦
Ressler: Youāre not gonna believe this.
Samar: What is it?
Goodson [on TV]: This morning, there was an attempted takeover of a US detention camp in the Norton Sound. We believe that the timing of this uprising was set to coincide with the transfer of international fugitive Raymond Reddington.
[On TV] Woman: Are you saying that he was responsible for the breach? Man: How did he orchestrate an attack if he was in custody? Woman #2: Did he succeed? Man #2: Is Reddington in your custody now?
Goodson: I-Iām not going to be taking any questions right now, but I can confirm that the whereabouts of Raymond Reddington are unknown.
ā« Hold me to light, let me shine
Come hold me to the floor and say itās alright
Come hold me āneath the waterās skin until Iām new again
And I said what I was thinking: now you canāt see whatās good ātil itās gone
Then thereās something to be said for a place to lay your headā¦
Dr. Orchard: Thank you for meeting me.
Liz: You said it was urgent?
Orchard: I didnāt mean to alarm you, but I thought you should know that during the RM Therapy, when you were under, I saw something.
Liz: So, what? What does that mean?
Orchard: Based on how you responded Liz, I donāt think Iām the first one whoās looked into your memory.
Liz: No. Iāve never been treated.
Orchard: You may not remember. You may have been very young. But I think someone may have tried to block your memory of that fire.
Liz: [ Scoffs ] I didnāt make it up.
Orchard: The people and the events may have been there, but in different roles.I know this is difficult to comprehend.
Liz: Are you telling me I may never know what really happened that night?
Orchard: Iām telling you that the only people who could tell you what really happened are the people who want you to forget.ā¤
ā« And, theyāll come clean us, weāll both live again
These days I barely wander, and I donāt need no more of them signs
Iāll just breathe in all that air and be happy that itās there.
and theyāll come clean us weāll both live again
[ Fabric ripping ] [ Liz takes her stuffed bunny and begins ripping at it, instinctively. She finds a small box (the Fulcrum?), opens it. To me it looks like a computer chip, but could be a micro-recording device, or even microfiche. (The box looks like a tiny version of the Sorrento music box that Red built.) A look of childlike happiness takes over Lizās faceā¦ ]
āBaptismsā By Radical Face
ā« Back when I used to wander, I was always out looking for signs
But they were never there, so Iād pull āem from the air
We all believed in something, but like you I canāt say why
Itās just a whisper in our ear, or a bottle for our fearsā« Hold me to light, let me shine
Come hold me to the floor and say itās alright
Come hold me āneath the waterās skin until Iām new againā« And I said what I was thinking: now you canāt see whatās good ātil itās gone
Then thereās something to be said for a place to lay your head
You told me I was simple, and you injured me with that piece of my mind
And I listened to the creek and it did much more for meā« Iāll hold you to the light, let you shine
Iāll hold you against the floor and say itās alright
ācause down beneath the waterās skin where we will swim
And thereās diamonds on the surface then
And, theyāll come clean us, weāll both live againā« These days I barely wander, and I donāt need no more of them signs
Iāll just breathe in all that air and be happy that itās there.Song: Baptisms by Radical Face
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Last updated: 8/8/2015
Program air date: 2/12/2014 in the US
Script with extras: http://wp.me/pDKwi-DM
Source: Raw Scripts from Springfield [UK]: http://bit.ly/1Do56Zu
NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1JexgMm
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Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Director: Andrew McCarthy
Writers: Jonathan Shapiro, Lukas Reiter, Jon Bokenkamp
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Blurb: Red, Liz and Ressler travel to Uzbekistan, where the CIA has spies masquerading as clergy and is covering up the crimes of a U.S.-based oil company. The man Liz hired to guard Tom is questioned by a detective.
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[ Men chanting in native language ] [ Church bell tolls ] [ Indistinct shouting ]
Denisov: You lie.
[ Breathing heavily ]
Denisov: Would a simple servant of God have this? Youāre no more a priest than I am. Hereās your burning bush. So talk to your God.
[ Keypad beeps ] [ Ringing ]
Burke: This is Burke. OP-SEC 3828. We have a situation.
[ Knock on door ]
Mrs Susan Ames: Officer Collins.
Wilcox: Martin Wilcox. We spoke on the phone.
Mrs Ames: Of course. Detective, thanks for coming.
Collins: Susan, this is Detective Wilcox with Metro PD. Iāve brought him up to speed.
Wilcox: Mrs. Ames, weāll do whatever we can to find your husband.
Mrs Ames: Thanks. Eugene disappears sometimes to Atlantic City, once to Vegas, but he always calls, and heās never gone for more than a few days.
Wilcox: And I understand thereās some incident that happened before his absence ā
Mrs Ames: Eugene came home. He said he got an anonymous tip about trespassers over by one of the marina docks. The Lieutenant went to check it out, came back about an hour later, said he got the scare of his life. He ran into an FBI agent on one of the old ships, said she pulled out a gun as he was boarding.
Wilcox: An FBI agent?
Mrs Ames: Said the FBI was looking for two fugitives who escaped Cumberland the night before. If something happened to Eugene, itās got to be one of them. Donāt you think? This agent he spoke with ā
Wilcox: Is there any chance your husband got a name?
Mrs Ames: He did better than that. She gave him a card.
Wilcox: [ Reading ] Special Agent Elizabeth Keen.
Aram [holds the tiny wooden box]: Iāve never seen anything like it.
Liz: What is it?
Aram: I donāt know. It was ā
Liz: I think it contains some kind of message.
Aram: Whereād you get it?
Liz: I need you to see if you can figure out what it is, how it works.
Aram: There are people who are far more qualified at this kind of thing than me.
Liz: But none that I know and trust.
[ Footsteps approaching ]
Red: I hope Iām interrupting.
Liz: Yes.
Aram: No. No.
Red: Youāre not answering your phone.
Liz: So leave a message.
Red: Dembe did. Two, in fact. We have a new case, Agent Keen.
Liz: Then tell Cooper.
Red: Thatās not how this works.
Aram: I think I left my soup in the microwave. Lobster bisque. [leaves]
Liz: I know exactly how this works. You lie, say what you need to say to make me believe you actually care ā
Red: Thatās not true.
Liz: Youāre after the Fulcrum. Itās why youāre here. Not to help me or protect me or whatever spin youāre selling today. Well, Iām not buying it. From this point on, thereās no reason for us to talk unless itās about the work.
Red: Fine. Then letās work. I think youāll find todayās most intriguing story on page 20, bottom-left corner.
Liz: [ Reading ] āAccording to Uzbek authorities, Father Aleksandr Nabiyev, a local priest in the Tashkent Region of Uzbekistanāā Youāre intrigued because a priest was kidnapped?
Red: No. Iām intrigued because the priest is not a priest. From what I hear, the good Father Nabiyev is an agent of the CIA. Thatās a crime, Agent Keen. Going back to the Cold War, the CIA has a long and controversial history of using religious figures as spies in violation of executive orders, internal CIA policy, and promises made by every president since Ford.
Liz: And you know who kidnapped this agent?
Red: I do. Unfortunately, heās an associate of mine. His name is Ruslan Denisov. He commands a nasty, little band of separatists known as SRU. Translated, they are the supreme republic of a free, righteous, and independent Uzbekistan. I told Ruslan it was a bit much, but he can be quite melodramatic, not to mention violent and entirely unreasonable. Politics are his passion, and to fund his separatist agenda, heās become something of an abduction mogul, specializing in senior executives of foreign corporations working in or passing through the region. He holds them for ransom at prices far above market standard.
Man: [ Flashover ] Your company has made it clear it has no interest in paying for your release. [bang]
Liz: And you do business with this man?
Red: Donāt underestimate the usefulness of a nasty band of armed separatists. But lately, Ruslanās been breaking promises. His temper has cost me and my partners considerably more than heās worth.
Liz: So everybody wins. You help us rescue the agent, we eliminate a thorn in your side.
Red: Careful on this one, Lizzie. You have more than just a blacklister to worry about this time. The CIA will do whatever it takes to keep this quiet.
Aram: Richard Gagnon, Executive VP for a French video-component manufacturer. Here he is before he was taken [ Keyboard clacking ] and here he is the day SRU released him in exchange for $2 million cash.
Liz: We have a list of over 30 victims.
Samar: I donāt understand. This guy makes a fortune taking corporate execs. Now he takes a CIA agent. Why change the business model?
Letās find him and ask.
Aram: Iām sorry, but peopleās faith is sacred. Religion should be off-limits to spies. Wouldnāt work in my country.
Yeah, well, the Agency knows the law, so theyāve gone this far, something big is going on in that area.
Wright: Itās a simple question, Mr. Heyworth. Is Father Nabiyev an operative of the CIA or not? Heyworth: We all know that would be illegal.
Wright: Thatās not an answer to my question.
Heyworth: Not to my knowledge.
Cooper: Look, I didnāt call this meeting to make a case against the Agency. Weāre here because I have an informant who I think can help get your man back safely.
Heyworth: If he were our man ā and Iām saying āIfā ā the Agency would prefer to handle this on its own.
Wright: If an American citizenās been kidnapped overseas, thatās FBI jurisdiction. If heās your asset, I can keep you involved. If not, youāre out. Agent Cooper, your task force will run point on the investigation and any hostage negotiations.
Cooper: My people can leave tonight.
Liz: Commander Kushan. Iām Agent Keen. This is Agent Ressler. On behalf of the Bureau, we appreciate your help.
Kushan: Let me be very clear, Agent Keen. It is you who are here to help me. This is an Uzbek military operation.
Liz: All due respect, sir, an American citizen has been abducted.
Which is why we have extended the courtesy of our invitation. But you will not be negotiating with Ruslan Denisov, and you will not be negotiating with me. And you will turn over your firearms. If thatās a problem and you wish to return to your country ā
No. No problem.
My men will escort you to your hotel.
Liz: Weāre being watched.
Ressler: I didnāt notice him. I was too busy checking out Hugo Boss on the corner. Whoever he is, he isnāt a fed. That suit wasnāt bought on a government salary.
[They enter restaurant]
Red: The other one, the watercolorist, she ā legs like a shot-putter. She gets me in this headlock. I black out. Next thing I know, I wake up, no sheets, vaseline everywhere. The lipstick on the mirror overhead reads, āSame time next year?ā I havenāt missed an art expo in Basel since. Lizzie! Please excuse me.
Liz: What are you doing here?
Red: I promised to help. I canāt be an effective resource if Iām thousands of miles from the action.
Liz: Itās not safe. We just saw the CIA at the airport. They see you ā
Red: Iāll be sure to say hello. Uzbekistan has no extradition treaty with the United States.
Who are your friends over there?
Go get cleaned up. Weāll have dinner. I know a wonderful little hole in the wall thatās actually in a hole in the wall.
[ Elevator bell dings ]
Ressler: Whatās going on with you and Reddington? You two have a little loversā quarrel?
Liz: I donāt trust him.
Ressler: Reddingtonās untrustworthy? Hmm.
[ Elevator creaks, thuds ]
Aah! Welcome to my country.
Denisov: The FBI in Uzbekistan ā for a year, I tried to get your attention. Now here you are because the only thing Americans understand is violence.
Liz: If you know so much about Americans, youād know that our government doesnāt pay ransoms to terrorists.
Denisov: One manās terrorist, another manās freedom fighter. I donāt want your money ā not for myself, anyway. As you can see, business is good. I took your Agent Burke for another reason completely.
Burke ā thatās his name?
Denisov: Almost 25 years ago, my country sold an American company, Anneca Oil, the rights to build a pipeline through Tashkent to Andijan Region. The price was absurd. The Uzbek people received a fraction of the value. Corruption ā well, you know. These things happen, and I donāt care. But now, the pipeline is leaking.
Leaking?
Hundreds of villagers have been killed, hundreds more are sick, and the company does nothing. Our lawyers are no match for your wealthy attorneys. The American embassy looks away. The CIA is here, watching, doing nothing, reporting on any threats to your American interests.
Mr. Denisov ā
Denisov: I took one of theirs. A vice president of Anneca Oil. I tell him that there are chemicals in the water that we drink, that our children bathe in. But he says no. The company did tests. The water is safe. So I did a test of my own. I give him back to you now to show you my good faith so you can show the others the truth. The negotiations for your Agent Burke begin tomorrow.
Liz [on phone]: We saw hostages, at least four. I donāt think Agent Burke was one, but heās probably there.
We have got to find that compound.
That wonāt be easy. The local army canāt even find them.
Well, we got your photo of the guy Denisov released ā the Anneca VP ā compared it to known company execs and got a match ā Jeffrey Hanover.
How long ago was he taken?
Thatās the thing. I donāt know. From what I can tell, Anneca never reported him missing.
Youāre kidding.
They tried to handle it privately. If that pipeline is leaking, the last thing they want is attention.
Liz: Yeah, well, Iāll tell you one thing. Whatever it was eating at Hanoverās flesh, it wasnāt just water.
Female doctor: He should survive. His skin has been burned, corroded.
Ressler: And the chemicals?
Doctor: Itās certainly consistent with prolonged exposure to benzene and polycyclic hydrocarbons commonly associated with oil development.
Thank you, Doctor.
Agent Ressler. Dean Walker, EVP at Anneca. Just wanted to say thanks for bringing Jeff home.
Itās all part of the job.
Walker: I just flew in. Company sent me straightaway.
If thereās anything you need, Iām here to help.
Yeah, I doubt that. We saw you this morning watching us at the airport. How long have you really been here?
Three weeks. The company sent me to deal with Denisov, see if we could work something out.
Privately? Jeffās family wanted it that way. They were afraid if the FBI got involved ā
Maybe youāre the ones who were afraid.
Annecaās got nothing to hide.
This leak Denisov keeps talking about ā
He the one responsible. Itās a scam. His men sabotage the pipeline and then demand a fortune because the locals are getting sick.
Kushan: So this is how you respect my operation? I told you, you have no authority here.
Denisov contacted us.
Commander, I know this is your case, but if Denisov wants to talk to the FBI ā
Not an option.
Itās an option if Denisov says itās an option. Heās the one whoās holding an American hostage. Yes, a Frenchman, a German, and many others.
Iām sorry. You canāt order us not to talk to him.
I could arrest you and your partner for interfering in my investigation.
Ressler: What investigation? Youāve been tracking this guy and his group for over a year. Heās still abducting innocent people, holding them for ransom ā
You and your partner will remain at the Tashlan Hotel under military guard.
If you try to leave, your stay in Uzbekistan will be a lot longer than you bargained for, hmm?
Red: Well, you certainly make friends fast. [ Ice cube clinks ] Truth is, Iām impressed. Not with you ā with Ruslan.He never really struck me as a man of the people.
Ressler. The guyās a psychopath. Heās in over his head. He doesnāt know anything about pipelines.
Red: Agent Keen is late.
Ressler: Sheās having room service. What, are you in the doghouse?
Red: Oh, thatās a shame. Sheās gonna miss the most tantalizingly delicious khorem baklava.
Ressler: Ruslanās a criminal. Even if Anneca comes to the table, Denisov would have no idea what to ask for. The guy doesnāt even know enough to know what he wants. The lawyers would eat him for lunch.
Red: You may be right. Whenās the next sit-down?
Ressler: Tomorrow morning.
Red: Well, given your new entourage, I gather you may need my help to attend.
Ressler: Actually, I think weāve got that covered.
[ Elevator bell dings ] [ Elevator creaks, thuds ]
Liz: Mr. Denisov, thank you for your willingness to talk to us. The Bureau spoke with Anneca Oil, and the good news is, they want to fix this.
Denisov: That is good news. To be honest, I was a little worried. [ Parroting Donald talking to Red ] I mean, who am I? Iām just a criminal. I donāt even know enough to know what I want. I will not be negotiating this deal myself. Iāve decided to bring in a professional, someone to make sure that the company lawyers donāt eat me for lunch.
Red: Mr. Denisov, it is my pleasure to be here.
Denisov: Hello.
Red: My name is Raymond Reddington. [ To Liz & Ressler ] And you are?
Cooper: Iāve spoken to my agents. They assure me Agent Burke is alive.
Wright: So, where are we?
Cooper: My people are concerned. They were driven to a village less than 40 miles from the SRU compound. They saw the damage being done by the pipeline firsthand.
Heyworth (CIA): Wait. Your people know where the compound is located?
Cooper: They donāt know the exact location, but based on drive time and the terrain they encountered, we think the compound is somewhere near the southeast base of the Zarafshan Range.
Heyworth: We can have a black-ops team on the ground tonight.
Cooper: That would be a mistake. We donāt know with certainty if Agent Burke is even there.
Heyworth: Iām willing to take that chance.
Cooper: And destroy the trust theyāre trying to build with Denisov as well as endanger the lives of those still on the ground?
Wright: I agree. At this point, a raid is premature. Agent Cooper, Iām assuming your informant can be of assistance on this one?
Cooper: From what I hear, heās right at the center of this.
Wright: Then we stay the course for now.
Red: [ To Denisov ] I will see to it that every one of your interests and expectations are met or exceeded.
Liz: What the hell are you doing?
Red: Iām sorry. Itās been a while since Iāve done one of these. Did I screw up already?
Liz: Youāre not really gonna negotiate for Denisov, are you? Youāre the one who insisted that our interaction be strictly professional. You gave us this case to help us get the agent back, not represent the other side.
Red: Agent Keen, in this world, there are no sides, only players.ā¤
Are we really supposed to sit here and hammer out a deal?
Red: Absolutely not. I was thinking we might get out for a bit. The first day of negotiation is rather like the first day of school.
Get out? Where?
Red: Letās go on a field trip, shall we? [ Goat bleats ]
Denisov: What youāre smelling is benzene, a common pollutant in oil production. Itās in the air we breathe and the food we eat. This way. We boil all our water for drinking and add andrographis to counteract the toxins.
Does that work?
No. Carcinogens are ingested and cause melanomas, damage internal organsā lung, liver, and kidney failure.
Red: Somewhere, 6,000 miles away, a group of bean counters in a boardroom did a cost-benefit analysis and concluded that these people arenāt worth the cost of responsibly maintaining their pipeline.ā¤
Ressler: The exec I talked to, he said your men were sabotaging the pipeline. Said it was a scam.
Denison: My youngest brother died of benzene poisoning last year.
Red: So, whoās the hostage here, Agent Burke or these poor devils?
Ressler: Look, I donāt care what math they did. No company can ignore this. Itās bad for business.
Liz: Only if someone can prove the truth. Anneca spends a fortune on lobbyists to make sure that doesnāt happen. Maybe we can contact the State Department, see if they can apply some pressure, try and clean up this mess.
Red: And I can see to it that Agent Burke is released unharmed. See? No sides. Only players.
[ Cellphone rings ]
Keen.
Wilcox: Agent Keen. Iām glad I caught you. You know, youāre not an easy woman to reach.
Liz: Iām sorry. Who is this?
Detective Martin Wilcox, Metro PD. Assistant Director Cooperās office gave me your number. I hope I caught you at an okay time.
Whatās up, Detective?
Iām looking into this missing-persons case. The vic actually works for the PD. Itās a Lieutenant Ames, DC harbormaster.
How can I help?
I heard that you two ran into each other up on one of the harbor rigs. It looks like you gave him one of your business cards.
Right.
Wilcox: Right. I think you said something about the FBI searching for fugitives out of Cumberland. Thing is, I-Iāve made a few calls, and nobody seems to know anything about it.
Well, thatās because it didnāt happen. It was a cover. I couldnāt share why with the Lieutenant at the time.
Is there any chance you can share it with me now? Might help me clear this case.
Iām sorry.
Wilcox: Well, youāre gonna have to tell me something. I mean, you being out there alone, drawing your weapon, giving a false story ā it raises some questions.
Liz: Iāve already said more than I can say. May I ask ā Lieutenant Ames ā who reported him missing?
His wife. Married 32 years. :-(
Oh. Well, I hope you find him, Detective. Good luck.
[ Uzbek folk music plays ]
Liz: You told Ruslan the State Department was open to the idea of an inquiry.
Red: You havenāt touched your baklava.
Liz: You told him, and heās not interested?
Red: Just one bite.
Liz: I didnāt come here for the baklava. I came here to talk about the negotiation.
[ Tango music plays ] [ Applause ]
Red: Ah. A Russian milonga. Watch closely, Lizzie. Everything you need to know about negotiation is there in the tango milonga.ā¤
Weāve got eyes on the SRU compound.
Heyworth: You spoke to Commander Kushan?
Yes, sir.
Heyworth: He understands we want this resolved tonight. I want full deniability for the Agency. Get out in public, far away when this happens. Weāve been ordered to stand down, but local authorities dealing with local issues ā nothing we can do about that.
Understood.
[ Tango music continues ]
Red: At the outset, they are opponents. Each has something the other wants. They size one another up, assessing risk, setting boundaries, challenging each other to breach them. A sensuous battle ā violence and sex balanced on the blade of a knife. Nothing given that is not earned ā nothing taken that is not given. This is the pure essence of negotiation. Not a poker game, but a milonga. A tango. A seduction.ā¤
Liz: Whatās wrong?
Red: [ Sees CIA ] Everything.
[ CIA commandos attack compound, killing many of Denisovās men ]
Commander, we have searched all the buildings. There is no sign of the hostages, including the American.
Liz: When exactly did this happen?
Cooper [on phone]: Last night around 2100 hours. Uzbek Special Forces are reporting a full-scale raid of the compound.
It was the CIA ā the man in the restaurant, he wanted to be seen in public.
What about Burke? They went this damn far, they better have found him alive.
Samar: According to the official report, they havenāt found him at all.
It was an all-out assault. At least a dozen SRU fighters were killed by an army unit led by ā Commander Kushan.
How the hell did he know how to find the compound?
Cooper: Heyworth. That son of a bitch was ordered to stand down.
[ Knock on door ]
Red: Whoās on the phone?
Cooper.
Red: Harold! Good. I want you to hear this.
Cooper: Reddington, you know this wasnāt our move.
Red: The CIA ā The CIA did what the CIA does. I expected as much, which is why Agent Burke and the other hostages were moved from that compound. The question is why on earth you would share the compoundās location with the very people I advised you not to trust.
Cooper: Iāll deal with Heyworth.
Red: Oh, Heyworth is the least of your troubles now. I warned you about Denisov. I told you he was violent and unstable. How do you think heāll react to losing a dozen of his men?
Cooper: You think heāll kill Burke?
Red: I have no idea. But now Iām afraid Denisov may not trust me, and I certainly donāt trust you. The negotiations are over.
Denisov: I was stupid to trust you!
Red: Ruslan.
Denisov: I was stupid to think that they respected us or would deal with us fairly!
Red: Take a breath. I told you to move the hostages. You did. Your assets are intact.
Denisov: He [ prisoner ] was left behind at the compound, abandoned by his commander.
Red: Ruslan, heās more valuable alive than dead.
Denisov: Not to me. [ Shoots him ]
Red: I hope that made you feel better.ā¤ Apparently not.
Burke [ Breathing heavily ]: Aah!
Denisov: The CIA killed you, you understand? They did this!
Red [ trying to distract Denisov ]: Sacrifice the bishop. ReykjaviĀk, ā72. God, I can remember it like it was yesterday. I was in Steven Bashās rec room down in the basement, eating fried egg and bologna sandwich when he did it.
Denisov: Did what? Who did?!
Red: Bobby Fischer. It was game 13, move 50ā rook takes bishop, B5. He sacrificed his bishop. [ Slaps leg ] Thatās when Russia lost the Cold War.ā¤ It was staggering. Spasky had no answer because he had no endgame, and neither do you. When you capture and kill a CEO, you incur the wrath of a company. When you capture and kill a CIA agent, you incur the wrath of the US government. Thatās boots on the ground, drones overhead. What will be your answer to that?ā¤
Denisov: My men were murdered. A message has to be sent.
[ Burke grunts ]
Red: Youāre only seeing the next move. People have been pillaging your countryās resources since time began. Someone has to offer a better alternative. That someone could be you. Ruslan, there is an endgame here that you donāt yet see. But you see it, donāt you, Agent Burke?
Burke: I donāt know what youāre talking about.
Red: Denisov here is so blinded by anger, he thinks this problem started when he became aware of it.ā¤ But you and I both know thatās not true. Why donāt you tell us about Zhabin?
Burke: I donāt know anything.
Red: The CIA put you here for a reason. They violated their own policy and federal law to hide you among locals because thereās a secret they want to protect. Now tell us about Zhabin.
Burke: No.
Red: Make no mistake, Mr. Burke. My friend here is still making the bed heāll have to lie in for the rest of his life. But my bed is made, and I assure you my bed accommodates a broad spectrum of behavior.ā¤ So you tell us what little you know about Zhabin, or Iāll put you in the ground myself. Give me the gun.
Burke: Leonid Zhabin ā heās the former cabinet minister, part of the old Soviet regime. Ran this whole region from the late ā70s to the early ā90s. A ruthless, corrupt, evil man. He gave Anneca the right to build the pipeline. And in return, he got a massive kickback and piece of the ownership interest. Possibly insane, very religious now, as if that can save him. All these sick people are his fault.
[ In confessional Zhabin mutters, asking Godās forgiveness ]
Red [in priestās place]: Maybe he doesnāt like you. For you, Iām afraid absolution wonāt be quite so easy to obtain. I need all the details of exactly how the Anneca Oil rights were sold ā for how much, including gratuities, contingencies, and all the participants.
Zhabin: I want absolution in the next world, not a life in prison in this one.
Red: Understandable. But itās the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.ā¤
[ Denisov holds Zhabinās head under water in baptismal font ]
[ Gurgling, muffled shouting ] [ Gasping ]
Red: The US government says this isnāt torture. What do you think?ā¤
[ Gurgling ]
Zhabin: Let me talk, please.
Red: Look at yourself. Rich as Croesus, and you let Anneca Oil poison your own countrymen.
Zhabin: We didnāt just poison our countrymen. We killed them, hundreds of them.
Ressler: Looks like weāre hostages now, too.
Liz: Ressler, I think Iām in trouble.
Ressler: You think you ā
Liz: I got a call from Metro PD. Theyāve got a missing-persons case, the DC harbormaster. He showed up where I was holding Tom.
Ressler: Whoa, whoa. Whatever youāre about to confess, Keen, donāt.
Liz: I didnāt kill him. I didnāt. It was Tom.
Ressler: Tom? Why would Tom kill the one person in a position to rescue him?
Liz: To protect me. I realize how insane that sounds. I met the harbormaster the first time he showed up and gave him my card, told him I was there searching for two fugitives.
Ressler: You lied to him.
Liz: To explain why I was there I had no idea Tom would kill him. I tried to stop it.
Ressler: Was there witnesses? Somebody must have been watching Tom while you werenāt there.
Liz: There was someone.
Wilcox: Thanks for coming down.
Aleko [ guy who guarded Tom ]: Look, I donāt think I can help you. You canāt keep me here.
Take it easy. Nobodyās keeping you here.
Wilcox: Just want to ask you a few questions, then youāre free to go. Tell me about Elizabeth Keen.
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Liz: Where have you been?
Red: Good news. Iāve reconsidered our position. Negotiations will resume immediately.
Liz: Did you talk to Denisov?
?No questions.?
Liz: Burkeās dead, isnāt he?
Red: No. We have new evidence to present. There is one proviso, however. That mouthpiece from Anneca, the one you spoke to? Bring him along.
Liz: Wait, wait. We canāt leave. Kushanās doubled the guards outside. Itās too risky.
Red: I may need to have a chat with this Commander Kushan. Weāll come to you. See you in an hour.
Aleko: Weāve been through this. I donāt know what youāre talking about.
Wilcox: Well you are Samuel Aleko, the same Samuel Aleko who was the custodian for an abandoned vessel docked in DC harbor, a rig called the Phoenix. Zebra mussels. Yeah, I got to say, Sam, Iāve seen guys tripped up by a lot of things, but zebra mussels? Yeah, thatās a first.
[ Papers rustling ]
Wilcox: Ah, there it is. Yeah, see? Y-y-youā you spoke to the shellfish inspector, and y-you refused to let him board, and you promised to vacate the slip. See? I know you were there.
You gentleman are doing a wonderful job.
Sorry.
Sorry.
Red: Traffic coming into the city. Price of progress. This is Dean Walker from Anneca.
Whoās this?
Red: The smoking gun. Ugh! That sounded dramatic. Leonid Zhabin.
This is the new evidence that you were talking about. Ex-minister Zhabin hasnāt been in power for 20 years, and with all due respect, sir, the man is not mentally well.
Red: Perhaps not, but āIn a mad world, only the mad are sane.ā Kurosawa. ā¤
Walker: What the hell is he talking about?
Red: History, Mr. Walker. My new friend knows a great deal about the history of your companyās pipeline.
Walker: History is not new evidence.
Red: Or maybe it is. As it turns out, we do agree on one key detail. Your companyās current pipeline is not the worst thing on earth.
Then what is?
Red: The first pipelineā the one Anneca built in 1988, four years before the current one.
Walker: Is that what he told you? The man is delusional.
Probably.
Walker: There was only one pipeline. We broke ground to build it in ā92. Read the contracts.
Red: Youāre right. The contracts do say that.
Zhabin: It started before the Wall fell. Uzbekistan was still a constituent republic of the Soviet Union. Mr. Gorbachev was changing our future. I was allowed to secretly open our markets for an American pipeline.
Walker: This is fiction.
Zhabin: I sold the rights to them that year, and they built the first pipeline right away. You couldnāt even wait to do it right! We were all so greedy. The first line was an unmitigated disaster. Hundreds were killed. Whole villages became ill.
I still see their faces.
Red: Then the Soviet Union collapsed, and all hell broke loose. Anneca paid Mr. Zhabin to orchestrate a cover-up. Bury the dead, destroy any record that the first pipeline ever existed.
It wasnāt the only disaster cloaked by those momentous events, hidden from view in the fog of a new world order.ā¤
Walker: Itās a good story. But thatās all it isā a story from a crazy old man.
Red: Who happened to keep a complete set of the original documents in the hope that, one day, he might find the courage to set things right. Your engineers did better the second time around.
At least this one took 20 years to start leaking.
Liz: If this is true and Anneca is responsible for hundreds of peopleās deaths, then you and the other high-level executives will be prosecuted.
Walker: Reparations can be paid to the alleged victims. We can fix this.
Red: Reparations are all well and good, but the people I represent donāt want you to fix it.
Walker: They donāt?
Red: No. The Uzbek people have had quite enough of Annecaās promises. They want you to leave. Pack up your pipeline and leave.
Walker: [ Scoffs ] That wonāt happen.
Red: Mr. Denisov thought you might need some additional incentive, so Mr. Zhabin was kind enough to direct him to one of the mass graves where victims of the first pipeline are buried. His men are on their way there now. I can stop them if we have a deal.
Walker: [ Clears throat ] Can I get some water, please?
Red: Oh! Yes! Of course. This is the water they drink in the villages, the ones directly above your pipeline. Drink up. Talk to your board. You have 24 hours until we go public.
[ Camera shutter clicks ]
TV: Effective immediately, Anneca Oil has elected to cease operation of its local pipeline.
And we are thrilled to announce some exciting and highly profitable new initiatives on the horizonā¦
We got to go. SRU just confirmed ā Agent Burkeās being released.
Where?
Drop point outside the city.
TV: ā¦ construction of three new schools for the people of this great country.
Thank you. And now Iāll take a few questions.
Red: Commander Kushan. Itās good to meet you. Iāve heard nothing but terrible things.ā¤
What kind of deal are we talking about?
Wilcox: It all depends on what you got to say, how valuable it is to the case.
I can take you to the body. Is that valuable enough?
They should be here any time now.
Director Heyworth, the agents are on site. Please advise.
Heyworth [ on phone ]: Do not move until they take possession of the asset.
SOG team is standing by in the perimeter, awaiting your go.
Heyworth: Once the exchange is complete, I want Reddington taken into custody. If Denisov shows, kill him.
Carās arriving now, sir.
Team Leader, stand by.
Heyworth.: Can you confirm Reddington is in the vehicle?
Affirmative.
Liz: Agent Burke. Welcome back.
Man: We have eyes on target.
Reddingtonās out of the car, sir.
Heyworth: Nobody moves until I give the order.
Cooper [barges in]: Hey, Arnold.
Secretary: Sir, I tried to stop him ā
Cooper: You and I have a problem.
Heyworth: Take a step back, Harold.
You ignored a Justice Department directive. You told Kushan how to find that compound.
You canāt prove that.
You and I both know my people are there to protect an asset of yours.
I can neither confirm nor deny ā
Cooper: If anything happens to those agents, the next time your phone rings, itāll be the Attorney General calling.
Man [on phone]: Sir, standing by for your order. Sir, our windowās closing. Requesting authorization to take immediate action.
Heyworth: Stand down. [ Receiver slams ]
[A crate marked UN Humanitarian Aid has arrived]
Denisov: I need your help. Commander Kushan and his men are at my compound.
Red: His men are. [ ie Kushan is in box ]
If you can get me out of the country ā
Red. I can. But I wonāt.
They will arrest me.
Red: Perhaps. Sooner or later, we all must pay for our crimes.ā¤
[ Knock on box ]
Denisov: Is Kushan ā ?
Red: You still donāt see it, do you? The endgame. You could run this country, Ruslan. What youāve done is that important. You brought a multinational corporation to its knees, saved countless lives. Youāll make this country billions. You may go to prison for a bit. But you will emerge a hero. One of the few standing in your way is Commander Kushan. [ Knock on box ] Well, not standing.
[ ā« Mavis Staples āEvery Stepā plays ] every step of the way I found grace if I lead ā¦
Red: Commander Kushan? ā [ Knock on box ]
TV: Woman: More on this breaking story. Just hours after Anneca Oilās announcement that the company is shutting down its pipeline comes this surprising development. The government and French oil conglomerate Savillion have reached a deal to nationalize a brand-new pipeline.
The deal, said to be worth billions, should gain easy approval and will be finalized within days.
ā« ā¦ of the way I found grace I never saw it coming.
Liz: I knew you had to have an angle.
Red: Elizabeth Keen, this is Claude Hippeau, Senior Vice President of Savillion.
Hippeau: EnchantƩ.
Liz: You were having drinks together the day we arrived. You knew exactly what was gonna happen.
Red: I had an inkling.
Hippeau: Au revoir, mon ami.
[ Smooches ] [ Pats back ]
Red: Give my regards to the wife ā and the mistress.ā¤
Liz: Thatās why you wanted Anneca to abandon the pipeline, to clear the way for another company to get the contract?
Red: You say that as if itās a bad thing. Anneca shuts down operations, the victims are well compensated, maybe get a little justice, a new firm is poised to deliver a state-of-the-art pipeline ā everybody wins.
Liz: You get a payday from Savillion for making it happen.
Red: Vive la France. [ Smacks lips ]
ā« every step every step [ Knock on door ] of the way of the way
Aram: Hey.
[ Door closes ]
Liz: Did you find anything?
Aram: No. I mean, uh, yes. Looks like some kind of beta technology. A recording device.
Iām thinking itās late ā80s, early ā90s. But how it works, what it does I donāt have the faintest idea.
ā« lonely and lonely [ Door opens ] lose my way
Aram: Have you spoken to Mr. Reddington about this?
Liz: No.
Aram: But he might have some insights.
Liz: You have to tell me ā promise me you will not talk to Reddington about this.
Aram: Mumās the word.
[ Door closes ]
Aleko: We got a deal, right? No jail time if I testify? Youāre not gonna believe what I have to say.
Wilcox: Tell me about Elizabeth Keen.
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Last updated: 8/8/2015
Program originally aired 2/19/2015 in the US
Script with extras: http://wp.me/pDKwi-Fd
Raw Scripts from Springfield [UK]: http://bit.ly/1Do56Zu
NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1AOHsIM
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Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Director: David Platt
Writers: Jon Bokenkamp, Daniel Knauf, Vincent Angell
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Script 2:12 The Kenyon Family
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Blurb: A religious survivalist sect which favors child marriage and polygamy, stores contraband on its grounds for criminals. Red follows up on the instructions Alan Fitch gave him to find a safe in St Peterburg. Red buys Liz an apartment.
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Kenyon: āSince Lot was afraid to stay in Zoar, he and his two daughters settled in the hill country, where he lived in a cave. The firstborn said to the younger āOur father is getting old, and there is not a man in the land to have intercourse with us as is the custom everywhere. Come. Let us ply our father with wine and then lie with him, that we may ensure posterity by our father.
āSo that night, they plied their father with wine.ā And the firstborn went in and lay with her father.
[ Insects chirping ]
Kenyon: āThe next day, the firstborn said to the younger, āLet us ply him with wine again tonight. And then you go in and lie with him.ā So that night, too, they plied their father with wine. And then the younger one went in and lay with her father. And so it was that the two daughters of Lot became pregnant by their father. And thus, Lord, we maketh your word our command!ā
All: ā« Amen! down to the river to pray
studying about that good old way
and who shall wear that starry crown good Lord,
show me the way oh, sisters,
letās go down letās go down come on down
oh, sisters, letās go down down to the river to pray
as I went down in the river to pray ā¦ ā
Woman: Dearly beloved, we are gathered here in the sight of God and in the face of this family to join together this ā
[ Woman gasps, people murmuring ] [ Glass breaking ] [ Women screaming ] [ Screaming intensifies ]
Cooper: What do you feel like ā Italian, Thai?
Charlene: Are we really gonna do this?
Cooper: Do what? Iām hungry.
Charlene: Not talk about it.
Cooper: Iāll probably get turned down. The trial ā nobody gets in this thing. Itās false hope.
Charlene: Did you hear what the doctor said? I mean, were you even listening? I mean, he said the prognosis is ā
Cooper: He said he couldnāt predict.
Charlene: No, he said that the trial was your best shot. You donāt want to do it, fine. Then do it for me. I can live with that.
Cooper: Just want to think about it.
Charlene: Thereās nothing to think about. I donāt care if you get fat. I donāt care if you lose your hair. Youāre applying for this trial. Youāre gonna be accepted. Do you understand me? I am not losing you.
Cooper: Soon as I get to the office Iāll make the call.
Liz: DMV? Really? Iāve never even seen you drive.
Red: That little fella, the one through the glass, his name is Glen Carter. His mother calls him āJelly Bean.ā A loathsome individual who, sad to say, possesses an uncanny ability to locate anything.
Woman behind him: Achoo! [ Coughs ]
Red: [ Sighs ] I presume youāve heard of Justin Kenyon?
Liz: The smiling public face of the militia movement. Who hasnāt? Yes.
Red: The very voice of reason, the rebel darling of the fringe right ā charming, rustic, camera-ready, the perfect spokesman to spin vile hatred and prejudice into treacly dross that passes for plainspoken common sense.
Liz: Forget it.
Red: Excuse me?
Liz: Justice knows exactly who Justin Kenyon is. We know what he is. The Church of the Shield is a cesspool of polygamy, doomsday paranoia, ritualized elder and child abuse, but he also has four of the most prominent civil rights attorneys in the country on retainer ā we canāt touch him.
Red: How do you suppose he pays for those high-priced lawyers ā charitable contributions?
Liz: His church has been audited by the IRS every year for the past decade. His books are impeccable.
Red: So are mine.
Liz: Justin Kenyon ā head of the Church of the Shield, a polygamist cult located on a 15,000-acre reserve in the Smoky Mountains.
Aram: Kenyon declared it a nation-state and petitioned to secede in US District Court three decades ago.
Liz: According to Reddington, Kenyon has dozens of shipping containers buried on his property. Terrorists, cartels, and criminals contract with him to store cargo, no questions asked. Reddington compiled a partial inventory from his sources. It includes all manner of contraband, from drugs and hot merchandise to military ordnance, antiaircraft guns, missiles, RPGs, Semtex.
Ressler: Sounds like a one-stop storage facility for the criminal underworld.
Liz: In 1982, Kenyon published a book entitled āThe Silver Bear Prophecies,ā which he purported were delivered to him by the spirit of an ancient Druid elder. In it, he claims to be the latter-day incarnation of an entity the Silver Bear called āThe Kenāyon.ā
Samar Navabi: How convenient.
Liz: Kenāyon and his followers will ascend into Heaven for six days and return to ā and I quote ā āRain fire upon the New Babylon, the defiled States of America, and our children shall cleanse
her streets with the blood of her founderās enemies.ā According to Reddington, Kenāyon has fallen off the radar. His clients have been unable to reach him or anyone on the compound since last Saturday. Which means they donāt have access to their stored goods. As you can imagine, this makes a number of very dangerous people very, very nervous.
Glen: [ Laughs ] Not interested. Canāt be done.
Red: Glen, you have found things for me with far less to go on.
Glen: Ernieās retirement partyās tonight. I got to pick up the shrimp platter.
Red: You found Jerry Minkieās wife after she ran off with the uber driver, the one with the Subaru.
Glen: I donāt even like shrimp.
Red: You found, uh, the other guy ā who was that? ā That mobster who was hiding out in Needles. Glen, look, you and I weāve had our differences, but I have enormous respect for your abilities. You know that. If anyone can help me, itās you.
Glen: Itās not the shrimp. Itās the dip, that sauce. I donāt like sauces.
[ Paper rustles ]
Red: You know what? Forget it. I donāt need this.
Glen: What are you so upset about?
Red: There isnāt a retirement party, is there?! Youāre making it up! Thatās what this is about! This is what you wantā to see me get all lathered up! Youāre pathological. You realize that, right? Ernieās shrimp platter?! You canāt be serious! Do you even see the irony in that? [ Groans ]
Glen: [ Sighs ] Tell me about the safe.
Red: Glen, Iām upset!
Glen: Your spook friend ā he said it was critical.
Red: [ Sighs ] As Iāve already told you, he said there is a safe in St. Petersburg on the second floor of I donāt know where ā a bank, an apartment. He died before he could tell me more.
Glen: The spook ā What was his name?
Red: Alan Fitch.
Glenn: Alan ā¦
Red: Fitch!!!
Cooper: Kenyonās been off the grid for three days. According to his own words, that gives us 72 hours before he delivers his version of Armageddon.
Wright; His counsel has assured us nothing is amiss, and under no circumstances are we to attempt direct contact. Theyāve already won two civil judgments on Kenyonās behalf for harassment.
Cooper: That was before we knew he was sitting on enough ordnance to arm a third-world country.
Wright: This could all go south fast and end up looking very badly.
Cooper: I donāt give a damn how it looks.
Wright: Well, thatās a luxury we cannot afford, not after Waco and Ruby Ridge. Weāre looking at a tactical nightmare ā of virgin forest, a mountain stronghold with enough food and potable water to withstand an armed siege for months. And even if by some miracle we manage to put down resistance and seize that compound without loss of life, without harm coming to the ā what if Reddington is wrong?
[On phone]
Red: Lizzie, exactly when have I been wrong?
Liz: I told you ā there are political considerations. If we raid Kenyonās compound and come up empty-handed ā
Red: You will not come up empty-handed.
Liz: But if we do, then weāll have validated Kenyonās allegations that the federal government are a pack of jackbooted thugs. Weāll have raised him up as a martyr for the Constitution. Thatās exactly what he wants.
Red: Lizzie, I have gone to considerable lengths to point you and your team in the right direction, and now, due to political considerations, people will die. And when they do and the bureaucrats decide that the loss of innocent lives trumps their career prospects, you be sure to give me a call.
Police: Unit B61 to Dispatch, run a check on a late-model Chevy van, Tennessee plate number Delta-Oscar-Charlie-7-7-1.
Woman: Unit B261, that tag number is 10-40 stolen, registered to a 2005 Jeep Cherokee.
Copy?
Copy that.
Police: [ Gun cocks ] Show us your hands! Hands outside the window now! What the ā Hold your fire! Itās just a ā š„ Explosion š„
Liz: ATF estimates there was enough Semtex in that van to level five square blocks.
Ressler: Anything on the victims?
Samar Navabi: Vaporized. The presumed dead include two Alabama State troopers and the occupant of the van.
[ Cellphone rings ]
Yeah? We just got footage of the explosion.
Recording: āHold your fire! Itās just a ā š„ Explosion! š„ ā
Samar: Itās ājust aā ā what?
Aram: The VIN numbers on the vanās differential match a vehicle registered to Kenyonās Church of the Shield.
Cooper: Judge is signing the search warrant as we speak.
Aram: Also, the plates were swapped out for one stolen off a Cherokee at a truck stop five miles down the road from the Kenyon compound. I got a hit on another set of plates stolen from the same location. Another van passed through a tollbooth on the MD 200 headed into DC.
Ressler: Reddington was right. If weād listened to him, we wouldnāt have a gang of fanatics joyriding with enough ordnance to level a small city.
Cooper: Ressler and Keen, get to that compound. The warrant should be sealed and delivered by the time you arrive. Navabi, the van ā find out everything you can.
[ Cellphone rings ]
Harold Cooper. Dr. Levin, hello. W- was I accepted? I see. You know, Jeff, you donāt owe me an apology. I know you did everything you could. Thank you.
[ Beeps, dialing ]
Cooper [to wife]: Hey, I just got off the phone with the doctor. Iām afraid itās bad news.
Red: I am not taking you to St. Petersburg.
Glen: You are if you want to know where the safe is.
Red: How do I even know youāve found it?
Glen: You donāt. But I got two weeks of vacation I got to take before the end of the year or I lose it.
Red: Itās February!
Glen: We could take your jet, have a few laughs on the way, some of those nuts ā the honey-roasted ones.
Red: I want what I paid for ā the location of the safe.
Glen: Can I be honest with you?
Red: I doubt it.
Glen: Iāve never been out of the country. My dad, our vacations as a kid, we drove everywhere ā South Dakota, Florida. But you ā I look at you and all the places you go and Iād just like to do that once. Plus, I think itād be fun. I feel like we might have a good time.
Red: [ Sighs ]
Glen: [ Scoffs ] Iām screwing with you! I was born in London, but Iāve never been on a private jet.
[ Clears throat ] Anyway, I clock out at 5:30. Iāll need to stop by the house, grab a shower, feed the turtle. I can have a bag packed and be wheels up by 9:00.
Red: [ Sighs ]
Liz: Sheriff, have you met Kenyon?
Sheriff: He makes a habit of coming into town for breakfast. Heās a bit of a blowhard but always friendly, cooperative. Plus, the church has provided volunteers for community events, search-and-rescue operations.
Liz: So, what are you suggesting ā we collar this guy at the next rotary club pancake breakfast?
Sheriff: Iām suggesting he can be talked to. Heās reasonable, and Iām suggesting you let my boys handle this instead of lighting this whole mountain up and starting World War III.
Liz: What are the odds weāll be met with armed resistance?
Sheriff: Itās a dead certainty. You step one foot on Kenyonās land without his express consent, heāll put a bullet in you, badge or no badge.
Man: Now, weāve cleared the estimated kill zone, and weāve evacuated the surrounding areas. Weāre waiting on a sniper team now.
Samar: Hold your fire. Itās just a kid. Itās just a kid.
Excuse me, miss?
Samar: Take this.
Loudspeaker: Hey, h-hold on! Hey, halt! No! Return to the firing line! Do not approach the suspect! Return to the firing line! Do not approach the suspect!
Samar: Hi. Iām Samar. Whatās your name? Do you know what that [ trigger to bomb ] does? You planned on killing a lot of people today. Was that your mission? Itās not going to happen. Do you see? Theyāre all too far away. Thereās no point now. Itās just the two of us out here. If you push that button only two of us are going to die. Do you understand? Just you and me, and I donāt want to die today. Do you? Come on out. Come on. [ Breathing heavily ] Come here, give me your hand. Itās gonna be okay.
[ lovely gospel musicā¤ plays as FBI discovers slaughter at Kenyon compound ]
ā« ā¦ show me the way
oh, brothers, letās go down,
letās go down, come on down
down in the river to pray
as I went down in the river to pray
studying about that good old way
and who shall wear the robe and crown?
good lord, show me the way
oh, brothers, letās go down ā¦
Ressler: Go, go!
ā« ā¦ letās go down, come on down
come on, brothers, letās go down,
down in the river to pray
oh, mothers, letās go down, come on down,
donāt you want to go down?
come on, mothers, letās go down,
down in the river to pray ā¦
Liz: Kenyonās unaccounted for. ā¦ Slaughtered. ā¦ No sign of him.
Red: Thatās puzzling.
Liz: It appears all the adults were murdered and the children are gone.
Red: Kenyonās ideology has always been about vanquishing the infidels and rising to power, not about killing their own. This is a group of survivalists.
Liz: They might have been attacked by a rival militia. We found a number of dead bodies surrounding the perimeter.
Red: And the storage containers?
Liz: Located, secured, and searched ā about a dozen of them so far. Theyāve been pretty much cleaned out ā no weapons, no ordnance. According to an inventory list, weāre missing small arms, RPGs, three Hellfire missiles, plus over a ton of Semtex, C4, Demex, and plastite.
[ Crash! āJelly Beanā Glen is rooting around ā¦ ]
Liz: What was that?
Red: That was a vase. What about the vehicles?
Liz: All the churchās vehicles are accounted for, except for one.
Red: Another bomb. Somethingās gone sideways, Lizzie. [ Object rattles ] Kenyon is the devil we know, but now either others are involved or thereās been a complete breakdown in the organization. Either way, be careful out there.
[ Toilet flushes ]
Red: Youāre sure this is the apartment?
Glen: This is the apartment.
Red: Youāre positive?
Glen: Your tone is insulting.
Red: My tone?! I endured 13 hours with you on my jet, 12 of which you had your shoes off. You snored. You insulted my flight attendant!
Glen: I thought she was pregnant.
Red: Glen, the safe! We havenāt found it yet, have we?!
Glen: I know everything one can possibly know about Alan Fitch. I worked on this āround the clock, and you know how irritable I can be if I donāt get my 10 hours. Iāve reviewed six years of bank records, and I traced the cash payment he made to purchase an apartment in this very building on this very floor. Trust me, the safe is here.
Red: I donāt trust you. What the hell is this?
Glen: The title to apartment 221. Apology accepted.
Red: What? Weāre in apartment 212.
Glen: You donāt know the cross that I bear, the things Iāve had to overcome ā my dyslexia.
Red: Youāre not dyslexic!
Dembe: Raymond.
Glen [sarcastically]: Oh, really, ādoctorā? Is that your professional opinion? Forgot to pack my medication. I was shocked when you told me I could come along. It threw me. I left my dyslexia pills on the counter.
Red: There are no pills for dyslexia! [ To Dembe ] Get this to Sorenson for a trace on the number.
Cooper: How old is he?
Samar: Heās 10.
Cooper: 10? What the hell are we dealing with here?
Samar: Iāve seen this before in fanatical sects. The children are indoctrinated from the time theyāre born, force-fed by rod and rote ā
Cooper: In this case, the gospel according to Justin Kenyon. To rain fire upon the New Babylon.
Aram: Oh, my God. lā coronerās preliminary report on the massacre at the compound.
What do you got?
Aram: Not a shot was fired. Every single one of those people was stabbed, strangled, stomped, or bludgeoned to death.
Dear God.
Aram: And something else. A field office in Richmond just got a call from a former cult member ā Dawn Weston. Swears our truck bomber is her son.
Liz [ refering to little girl, Amy ]: Sheās our only surviving witness.
Sheriff Starkweather: Of a crime committed in my jurisdiction. That makes her my responsibility.
Ressler: Look, these are dangerous people. We have an entire unit tasked with providing protective custody. Thereās no point in hashing this out now. No matter how this shakes down, the first thing we need to do is get that girl safely off this mountain ā agreed? [ Camera shutter clicking ]
Ressler: What are you looking at?
Amy: Watchers.
Ressler: āWatchersā?
Amy: Shh, itās a secret.
Finnās Mom: I thought he was dead.
Samar: Your son, Finnian.
Mom: Finn, we always called him. [ Sobs ] Finn. [ Sobbing ] There are some things that you need to understand about Justin, about the way that things were. You see, h-his word was not just the law. It was the word of God himself. Justin was our oracle. He was our burning bush.
Samar: I understand.
You donāt. You canāt, not unless you were there. Youā God, what have I done? ā
Tell me ā
According to Justin each man was to take unto himself three wives. Which wasnāt a problem in the early days, but as we began to have children he mustāve seen the flaw in his plan.
What flaw?
There were too many boys, of course. More than half the children were, you know, male, and so he began the walkabout.
āThe walkaboutā?
Finnās Mom: The first new moon in January, lots would be drawn among the boys. We would have a great feast in celebration, and the chosen one would be the guest of honor. He was treated as a man.
How old were the chosen?
Just before the onset of puberty. After the feast, the boy would be awakened and taken deep into the woods, and then ā
Samar: You left him there in the middle of nowhere, in the bitter cold.
Mom: He said there were too many.
[ Gunshot, tires screeching. SUV with Liz, Ressler, Sheriff, Amy runs off road ]
Youāre hurt.
[ Sighs ] Iām okay.
Resslerās pinned. Ressler, talk to me! You injured?
I donāt think anythingās broke, but Iām stuck. I canātā I canāt budge this thing.
[ Grunts ] The radioās shot.
Anybody got cell reception? Mineās busted.
[ Sighs ] Somebody live back there?
Not that I know of.
You wait by the car with Amy. Iām gonna see if I can go get us some help, check out that smoke. Keep an eye on that girl.
Cooper: Shouldnāt you be prepping for your confirmation hearing?
Tom Connolly: [ Laughs ] Itās a no-brainer. Youāre looking at the next Attorney General.
Cooper: Iām happy for you, Tom.
For us, Harold, for us. I want you to consider taking the Directorās chair.
Tom, I donāt know.
Itās what weāve always talked about. A rising tide lifts all boats.
Iām flattered, Tom. But I canāt.
Iām not leaving here with a āNo.ā
Cooper: Iād love to take you up on this, Tom. You know I would. But Iām dealing with some health issues.
Tom: What, Harold? Is it serious?
Cooper: To be honest with you, yeah. Itās very serious. There was a clinical trial that held out some hope, but, uh ā Look, you didnāt come here to talk about my health. Iām happy for you. I really am.
Amy [little grl]: Are you in the FBI?
Ressler: Yes, I am.
Amy: My daddy says all the people who work for the FBI are gonna go to Hell.
Ressler: Some days it feels like that, sweetheart.ā¤
Amy: He says theyāre gonna burn in a lake of fire.
Ressler: Whoās there?! [ Rustling ] What is it?
Shh!
Hey, Starkweather!
Shh!
Amy: Itās them.
Ressler: Who?
Amy: The watchers.
[ Thudding ]
Ressler: Sweetie, come here. Get down, get down!
ā maybe Iāll try and make it all about the weather maybe Iāll try and make it ā
Finn: The only cure for corruption is disruption
The only cure for corruption is disruption.
The only cure for corruption is disruption.
The only cure for corruption is disruption.
The only cure for corruption is disruption.
The only cure for corruption is disruption.
The only cure for corruption is disruption.
The only cure ā
Finnās Mom: Finn.
ā The father said to his servants, āQuick, put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet.ā ā
Do you r-remember me?
Mama?
Yes, Finn. [ Crying ]
Youāre telling me that this attack was masterminded by a bunch of kids?
Not just kids ā a tribe, militarily instructed by their elders from the time they could walk in tracking, evasion techniques, hand-to-hand combat, firearm training.
And left to die in the woods?
Starting with Kenyonās own son, David.
Why?
Come on, keep going.
Samar Navabi: The gospel according to Kenyon ā āAnd each man shall have unto himself three wives.ā There were too many boys. It was the only way to maintain the ratio. The mountain was supposed to kill the boys, but it didnāt. It was a crucible. The weak died ā injuries, disease, exposure ā¦
ā Get out of here! Come on, get out! ā
ā¦ but the strong survived, perfectly adapted, with their own laws, their own society, their own gods, chief among which was Justin Kenyon.
āWasā?
David is their leader. A few weeks ago, he declared his father an apostate. He said that Justin had abandoned his calling and that it was up to them to fulfill the prophecies of Kenāyon.
Did he tell you where this final truck bomb was headed?
The only people who know are the other drivers and David.
Aram: I canāt raise Liz or Ressler.
Red: Samar, my dear, bump in the road I can help smooth over, or have the clouds finally parted and this is a social call?
Samar Navabi: Sheās missing.
Red: Agent Keen?
Samar: And Ressler. They were supposed to deliver a witness two hours ago. They havenāt been seen since they left Kenyonās compound.
Red: Have you mounted a search?
Samar: Iām on my way out to assist HRT, but there are [Sighs] hundreds of square miles of rugged terrain. It could take days.
Red: The weapons.
Samar: Agent Keen said there was a complete inventory list.
Red: You have it?
Samar: Well, we have a manifest. Why?
Red: Send it to me.
ā« is that all there is? anyone anyone can you give me somebody?
someone someone ā is that all there is?
Ressler?!
ā« anyone anyone can you give me somebody
[ Breathing heavily ] [ Engine revving in distance ] [ Revving continues ] [ Screaming ]
Ruth [in middle of torture procedure]: Raymond! Ohh. [blood gets on flowers]
Red: Oh, thatās a shame. Dendrobium?
Ruth: My own hybrid. I call them āSnows of Everest.ā
Red: Lovely. Friend of yours?
Ruth: A small accounting problem.
Red: Ruth. Ruth! Iām afraid Iāll need your undivided attention.
Ruth: Put on his parka. Tie him from the back of the snowmobile. Iāll be out in a minute. āā Very well. You have my attention.
Red: Ruth I will be forever indebted to you if you could be so kind as to provide me with the activation codes for the Hellfire missiles you have stored at Justin Kenyonās compound.
[ Beep ]
Yes.
Are you Navabi?
Yeah.
Itās for you.
Navabi: This is Samar.
Red: Agent Navabi, what do you know about Hellfire missiles?
Navabi: What does that have to do with anything? Quite a lot, actually.
Red: There were three of them stolen from the compound. Iāve since acquired their activation codes.
Navabi: Youāre going to launch three Hellfire missiles?
Red: [ Chuckles ] Donāt be silly. We just activated the cameras in their nose cones. Iāve seen quite a lot of activity, but, then, boys will be boys.
Navabi: Liz and Ressler?
Red: Not sure. I have two other views, only one of any tactical value. It looks like theyāre in some sort of large hand-built structure.
Navabi: Where?
Red: Funny you should ask ā in standby mode, the guidance systems ping GPS coordinates every 30 seconds.
You ready? ā Go.
[ Insects chirping ] Hey.
Who are you? My nameās Elizabeth.
[ Branches cracking ]
David [ haranging his father whoās tied to a chair (and may be dead already) ]: This isnāt about me or the others, father. This is about you ā your legacy, not mine! You think I havenāt seen it? Read it? Prevarications and betrayals.
Liz: Tell me who you are. Whoās in charge?
Kenāyon.
Liz: I want to talk to him.
Only David talks to Kenāyon.
ā You disgust me. ā
Caleb: David! David!
David: What? What?!
The prisoner wants to talk to you.
David: Caleb, watch the road. Make sure nobody else comes.
Liz: Where are the others?
Caleb: Amyās safe, along with the others. Sheās gonna be one of my wives. Weāre all gonna get married ā all of us. As prescribed by Kenāyon.
Liz: And the man? Ressler? What have you done with him?
[ Ressler grunts as heās being dragged out ]
Caleb: See? Heās alive.
[ FBI Tactical Unit barges in ]
Freeze! Move away from him! Step away from him! I said freeze!
Man: Federal agents!
Man #2: Get on the ground!
[ Indistinct shouting ] Letās go! Get on the ground! Donāt move! Show us your hands! Back off!
Are you okay?
Yeah.
Kenyonās upstairs.
Get this guy right here.
Get him out of here.
Heās gone.
[ Kenyon (the head of the compound) is dead, tied to chair and ā¦ gyechh!!! gruesome) ]
Stand down!
We found the ā
What?
The third van.
Get these kids out of here! See if you can locate those missing girls.
Theyāve got to be around here somewhere.
Call for backup.
No backup! Just round up these kids with the personnel weāve got and clear out.
Yes, maāam.
David (Kenyonās son): Donāt come any closer! Iāve got 300 pounds of explosives in this van!
Liz: Go ahead. Itās what he wanted, isnāt it?
David: What do you know?
Liz: I know your father wanted you dead.
David: He sent us out here to make us stronger, to be warriors, to fulfill his prophecy!
Liz: All those boys ā they wouldnāt have made it if it werenāt for you, taking them in, teaching them how to survive. Your father never wanted them. He never wanted you. But youāre not your father, David. Youāre better than him.
David: Youāre right. I am.
[Shouts] Coward! [ Gunfire; David is killed ]
Liz: ATFās been over the grounds. Theyāve searched the buried containers. If youāre wondering about what you stored there, itās long gone. [ Drawer closes ] Whatās this?
Red: A key. I bought you an apartment at the Audrey, top floor, splendid view of the Potomac.
Liz: Why?
Red: Itās time to leave the motel behind.
Liz: [ Sighs ] Iām happy where I am. Thank you.
Red: Youāve been many things lately, Lizzie, but happy is not one of them.ā¤ That motor lodge you call home crushes the spirit, smothers the soul.ā¤
Liz: And you think a view is gonna change that?
Red: I once stayed at a villa in Bali with a view of the Indian Ocean. Every morning, all I saw before me was possibility. That and a gorgeous housekeeper named Putu, who used to ā
Liz: Thanks, but, no, thanks. I wish youād stop.
Red: Stop what?
Liz: Trying. Stop hoping things are gonna get better between us. You and me, itās just business. Thatās all itās ever gonna be.ā¤
[ Crickets chirping ] [ Red and Dembe arrive at the Kenyon compound. Red enters the church, now abandoned, tips over pulpit and opens a trap door. They descend a ladder into shipping container. Red flips on the lights. There is a car covered with a tarp. Red removes the tarp. Itās a black limo, flying two flags one on either side of the hood: one, the U.S. flag, the other the flag of the President of the United States. On the side of the limo is the Seal of the President of the United States. Red takes out a key, opens the driverās seat door and gets in. He flips on the cassette player, which plays āBeyond the Sea,ā which makes him laugh happily. He goes to the trunk of the limo, opens it and takes out a briefcase-sized impact-resistant piece of luggage, closes hood. ]
ā« Somewhere beyond the sea somewhere waiting for me
my lover stands on golden sands and watches the ships
Tom Connolly: Single malt.
ā« that go sailing ā¦
Tom: Highland, if memory serves. I got you in.
ā« beyond the sea
Cooper: Tom, I thought I was clear. I appreciate you thinking Iād be a good Director, but ā
Tom: Screw the Director. I got you into the trial. At Georgetown.
Cooper: What? How?
Tom: [ Chuckles ] Good questions. I know a guy who knows a guy.ā¤
ā« itās far beyond the stars ā itās near beyond the moon ā
Cooper: [ Exhales lightly ] Wait. Am I taking another patientās spot? Because I couldnāt accept that. That wouldnāt be right.
Tom: [ Laughs ] Righteous to the end. Relax. It was going to be 35 patients, and now itāll be 36.
ā« weāll meet beyond the shore weāll kiss just as before
Cooper: Thank you, Tom.
[ Cork pops ]
ā« happy weāll be beyond the sea
Tom: āThere are good ships and there are wood ships.
The ships that sail the sea.ā
Cooper: āBut the best ships are friendships.ā
Tom: āAnd may they always be.ā
ā« no more sailinā
Dembe: The number from the safe traces to a blind exchange. We canāt identify the party youāll be speaking to.
[ Dialing, line ringing ]
Man: Yes.
Red: Iām calling on behalf of Alan Fitchā¦
Man: A safe. You found the safe?
Red: Who the hell is this?ā¤
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ā« Down to the River to Pray
By Alison Kraussā« As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good olā way
And who shall wear the starry crown?
Good Lord show me the way!ā« O sisters letās go down
Letās go down, come on down
O sisters letās go down
Down in the river to prayā« As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good olā way
And who shall wear the robe & crown?
Good Lord show me the wayā« O brothers letās go down
Letās go down, come on down
Come on brothers, letās go down
Down in the river to prayā« As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good olā way
And who shall wear the starry crown?
Good Lord show me the wayā« O fathers letās go down
Letās go down, come on down
O fathers letās go down
Down in the river to prayā« As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good olā way
And who shall wear the robe and crown?
Good Lord show me the wayā« O mothers letās go down
Come on down, donāt you wanna go down?
Come on mothers, letās go down
Down in the river to prayā« As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good olā way
And who shall wear the starry crown?
Good Lord show me the wayā« O sinners, letās go down
Letās go down, come on down
O sinners, letās go down
Down in the river to prayā« As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good olā way
And who shall wear the robe and crown?
Good Lord show me the way
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Lyrics & Credits: http://bit.ly/1AQPMYD
YouTube: http://bit.ly/1Gqq27q Arr. by Philip Lawson
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ā« Beyond The Sea
sung by Bobby Darinā« Somewhere beyond the sea
Somewhere waiting for me
My lover stands on golden sands
And watches the ships that go sailingā« Somewhere beyond the sea
Sheās there watching for me
If I could fly like birds on high
Then straight to her arms
Iād go sailingā« Itās far beyond the stars
Itās near beyond the moon
I know beyond a doubt
My heart will lead me there soonā« Weāll meet beyond the shore
Weāll kiss just as before
Happy weāll be beyond the sea
And never again Iāll go sailingā« I know beyond a doubt
My heart will lead me there soon
Weāll meet (I know weāll meet) beyond the shore
Weāll kiss just as before
Happy weāll be beyond the sea
And never again Iāll go sailingā« No more sailing
So long sailing
Bye, bye sailing
Ā
Lyrics & Credits: http://bit.ly/1CXlsbM
YouTube: http://bit.ly/1Mv1iKe
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Last updated: 8/9/2015
Program originally aired 2/26/2015 in the US
Script with extras: http://wp.me/pDKwi-Fs
Raw Scripts from Springfield [UK]: http://bit.ly/1Do56Zu
NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1HSqQwR
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Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Director: Andrew McCarthy
Writers: Jon Bokenkamp, Amanda Kate Shuman
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Script 2:13 The Deer Hunter
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Blurb: A serial killer appears be a man ā and a woman. Red tries to reach the man whose number was in the safe in St Petersburg. Red scolds Liz for taking too many risks. She tell him she has the Fulcrum. Aram worries about his hair.
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Voiceover: Previously on The Blacklist ā¦
Aleko: I went out for a smoke and he was here.
Liz: What the hell?
Tom: You let this guy go, heās going to the cops. We are all going to jail, starting with you.
āā
[ Telephone rings ] Keen.
Detective Martin Wilcox, Metro PD. Iām looking into this missing-persons case. Lieutenant Ames, DC Harbormaster.
Liz: I had no idea Tom would kill him.
Ressler: What about witnesses?
Wilcox: Just want to ask you a few questions, then youāre free to go. You are Samuel Aleko. I know you were there.
āā
Liz: My father was killed because of the Fulcrum, because you and your people came for it that night. ā¦ This charade of you pretending to care about me was a waste of your time because I donāt know where it is.
āā
Fitch: I have a safe. Itās in St. Petersburg.
Dembe: The number from the safe traces to a blind exchange. We canāt identify the party youāll be speaking to.
Red (on phone): Who the hell is this?
[ Siren wailing in distance ]
Liz [to class in auditorium]: Our suspect is patient, calm. He likely spends hours scouting the prey. Heās only interested in big men, the ones who are hard to take down, like the big bucks in the wild. Now, youāre looking for an incredibly smart offender, highly organized. White male, likely 35 to 40. It is the sport that heās seduced by, the ritual of the hunt. When he does finally make his move, it happens fast, striking in a blitz-style attack most never see coming. His heart-shot prey rarely make it over 100 feet before bleeding out. ā That moment is everything to him ā the rush of control.
The typical mutilation killer focuses on a specific area of the anatomy that suits their interest ā the face, the eyes or mouth, the extremities, hands, breasts, genitalia. But this oneās differentā heās interested in total domination of the body. He guts them, removing the organs with surgical precision, but then leaving them in a pile.
But these arenāt sex crimes, which indicates they are instead crimes of domination, an effort on his part to gain control over men who, based on their physical similarities, represent a man who once had dominance over him ā a father, an older brother. It is my belief that āThe Deer Hunterā is, in fact, a very slight, rather weak man.
Yes ā blue shirt.
Man in audience: They say he takes a souvenir.
Liz: Itās not a souvenir, itās a final act of domination. While his preyās body is still warm, he carves out the liver and takes a single ceremonial bite.
Aleko: Man, we had a deal. I testify against Keen and her husband, I tell you how they killed the harbormaster, and I walk.
Wilcox: Yeah, you will walk, when the trialās over. Until then, youāre being charged as an accessory.
Aleko: I told you everything.
Wilcox: Yeah. And because of that, youāre gonna be the star witness in the murder trial of FBI Agent Elizabeth Keen. Youāre gonna testify in open court. Youāre gonna testify before the grand jury. Youāre gonna be deposed until youāre blue in the face. And if you change your story by so much as a comma, your immunity deal will be voided and youāre gonna go to prison for the rest of your life. Am I clear?
Aleko: Yeah.
[ Public telephone rings ]
Red: Yes?
Man: Sorry I cut our previous call short. I was not confident the line was secure.
Red: Tell me your name.
Man: Not yet.
Red: Then you have me at a disadvantage.
Man: Yes.
Red: Alan Fitch directed me to that safe. Your number was inside. He wanted us to talk. Why? What does he want me to know?
Man: It is happening.ā¤
Red: What is? Whatās happening?
Man: No, not like this ā in person. Broadway and 92nd.Center island, south side.
[ Receiver clicks ]
Red: A graduate seminar. Was there a slide show? āā We need to talk about the Fulcrum.
Liz: I told you, I donāt know anything about it.
Red: Elizabeth, one of the reasons Iām still alive is due to my love of reading, whether it be words on a page that reveal the authorās thoughts, emotions, imagination, or whether it be people in conversation, ā to ignore what they say and instead read their expression, posture, their gestures. Lizzie, youāre lying.ā¤
Liz: Iām not.
Red: What if we made a deal? I help you find your serial killer, and you tell me about the Fulcrum.
Liz: Youāre not even interested in serial killers.
Red: True. I find them unimaginative and woefully predictable. But I am interested in the cases that you and the FBI have wrong.
Liz: Wrong?
Red: The most critical assumption youāre making about The Deer Hunter is wrong. Do we have a deal or not?
Red [at FBI]: This brute they call The Deer Hunter isnāt a buck at all, but instead a delicate doe.
Liz: A woman? I disagree with you.
Red: Okay. But your killer attacks from a distance, indicating the predatorās smaller, perhaps unable to overpower their prey. Men tend to kill in close proximity ā strangulation, blunt instrument, a knife. By contrast, women tend to favor weapons that can be used from further away ā poison, a gun, a crossbow.
Liz: Richard Kuklinski was 6ā5ā³, 300 pounds, and one of his favorite weapons of choice was cyanide.
Red: Yes, but male serial killers are predominantly, overwhelmingly sexually sadistic. In this case, there is not the slightest indication of a sexual motive.
Liz: Aileen Wuornos was a prostitute who lured her victims in with the promise of sex.
Red: The Deer Hunter has been active for over a decade, from the truck driver in Des Moines in 2003 to the doorman in Adams Morgan last night. Thatās 12 years. The average length of a killing spree for a man is two, perhaps three. Yes, Agent Keen, for every rule there is an exception. Each factor, taken separately, is not conclusive, but put them together and itās clear ā you havenāt found your man because heās a woman.
Aram: Uh, Agent Keen, uh, the ME called. He just finished his autopsy on the latest victim.
Red [tossling Aramās hair as he passes by]: I used to have a teeming mane just like that.
Aram: Oh. Uh ā Thank you.
Ryerson [Medical Examiner]: Every kill is identical. Same clean incisions at the stomach and the liver, same knots binding the anus.
Ressler: No variations?
Ryerson: When field dressingās done well, itās like an autopsy. The way he opens subjects, I want to show youā
Liz: What is it?
Ryerson: I left that body covered.
Ressler: The hallway.
Liz: That was him! He was at my lecture!
Ressler: Hey, you! Brown coat, stop! Hands where I can see them!
Kruse: Okay, okay, okay!
Ressler: Donāt move!
Kruse: Itās just my phone!
Liz or Ressler: Hands!
Kruse: Okay. Itās just my phone, okay?
ā« say nighty-night and kiss me [ Sighs ] just hold me tight and tell me youāll miss me while Iām alone and blue as can be
Tracy [to her pet canary]: Stop looking at me like that. Iām fine. Iāll be fine. Itās not ā I donāt like it any more than you do. ā¦ But someone has to do this! ā¦ This is Chad Henning. ā¦ Mommy has to go across town to see him. [Sniffles] To see Chad Henning. I wonāt be long.
Ressler: What the hell were you doing in the MEās office?
Kruse: I told you, I write Metro Crime Diary. Thatās why I was at your lecture ā research.
Ressler: Thereās no research in that rag sheet. Itās gossip and innuendo. So, what were you really doing there? You used fake credentials to get into the MEās office.
Kruse: You took my phone. You know all I was doing was taking pictures.
Liz: Youāre obsessed with serial killers. You write about them all the time. How do we know youāre not The Deer Hunter?
Kruse: Youāre not looking for The Deer Hunter.
Liz: Whatās that supposed to mean?
Kruse: The first six victims, Mark Rodgers through Perry Holloman, he was experimenting. The field dressing became cleaner, he switched from a folder to a field blade
Liz: We didnāt overlook that. He was learning, evolving.
Kruse: Evolving implies that he wanted to improve.
Liz or Ressler: Are you saying he didnāt?
Kruse: The techniques and incisions used on the last six victims are all identical. The Deer Hunter loved to explore. Thereās no way he would repeat himself.
Liz or Ressler: You think weāre dealing with a copycat.
Kruse: The Deer Hunter is an artist. The guy youāre looking for is a forger.
[ Cellphone buzzes ]
Liz: Keen.
Wilcox: Agent Keen? Itās Detective Wilcox. I-I donāt know if you remember me. We- we spoke some time ago.
Liz: Yes, Detective. I remember you were looking into the disappearance of the DC harbormaster.
Wilcox: Yeah. Itās- itās not a missing-persons case anymore. We recovered the body.
Liz: Iām sorry to hear that. I was hoping for better news.
Wilcox: Yeah. [ Clears throat ] Well I-I need you to tell me what you know.
Liz: I would like to, Detective, but as I told you, the reason I came into contact with the harbormaster- t-the case I was working on at the time ā itās classified.
Wilcox: Thatās not gonna fly anymore. See, the thing is, recovering the body is not the only development in the case. I also found Samuel Aleko. He places you at the scene, Agent Keen ā you and your ex-husband. He tells quite a story. Says the two of you are stone-cold killers.
Liz: Even if I wanted to answer your questions, before I could talk, you would need to get ā A federal judge to rule that my investigation supercedes your case.
Wilcox: Itās ā itās in the works. An AUSAās gonna sit down with Mr. Aleko, hear what he has to say. And I-I have no doubt that, as a result of that conversation, a petitionās gonna be filed in federal court requesting that I have complete access to any of your allegedly classified information.
Liz: This conversation is over.
Wilcox: Well, I-I-I think itās just beginning.ā¤
Red: Hello, Edgar.
Edgar (police officer): Mr. Reddington. Samuel Aleko will be transferred tomorrow afternoon.
Red: Thatās not gonna work.
Edgar: Look, he has to talk to the guy. This is the window. He leaves the V Street station between 2:00 and 4:00.
Red: You have to reschedule the transfer. Thereās somewhere else I need to be.
Edgar: Look, you know Iād do anything for you, Mr. Reddington, but, I mean, this thingās in motion. This is the window. It is what it is.
Red: Cinnamon-nut crumble?
Edgar: Brown-sugar pecan.
Red: [ Laughing ] Oh, my.
Edgar: Lucinda knows how you love her coffee cake.ā¤
Red: [ Laughing ] Oh, I do. [ Sniffs ] Mmm! Be well, Edgar, and tell Lucinda if she ever leaves you, Iād like to marry her.
Edgar: Just remember, tomorrow between 2:00 and 4:00.
[ Car door closes ] [ Sighs ] [ Telephone rings ]
Ressler: Iāve been through every case file, and Iāll be damned if Kruse doesnāt have a point. I mean, the last six kills are identical.
Liz (?): We assumed that was because heād perfected his craft, that there was no room for improvement.
Ressler: But the more I look at it, the more I think weāre wrong, that there really is a copycat. I just canāt prove it. What is it?
Liz: What? Nothing.
Ressler: Come on, Keen. What is it? I know you better than that. Whereās your head?
Liz: That cop, the one investigating the harbormaster? Heās got evidence. He found the body. And the witness.
Ressler: Did he talk?
Liz: I think he did, yes.
Ressler: Itās your word against his.
Liz: Iāve hidden behind the task force for as long as I can, told him I couldnāt talk because it was classified, but heās taking the case to a federal judge.
Ressler: Tom is the one who killed this guy.
Liz: But I was there. I should have ā
Ressler: What, stopped him? Liz, you tried.
Liz: Theyāll have enough to arrest me.
Ressler: Then go to Cooper, ask him to talk to the AUSA. The last thing he wants is some cop poking around asking questions about what we do. Liz, listen to me. Tom may have killed this guy, but āFBI Agent Goes To Prisonā is the headline. All theyāre gonna care about is taking a bite out of yā Thatās it!
Liz: What?
Ressler: Kruse was right about the copycat. I can prove it.
[ Door closes ]
Mary: Iām sorry. I donāt mean to second-guess you.
Tracy: Oh, Mary, please. You have nothing to apologize for.
Mary: Itās just ā my son. If anything were to happen to meā
Tracy: Nothingās going to happen to you or your son. Itās entirely natural for you to feel this way, to have second thoughts. If you didnāt, Iād be very concerned.
Mary: If there was any other wayā
Tracy: Youāve tried every other way. Youāve been reasonable, worked within the system, begged, pleaded.
Mary: I know, butā
Tracy: Mary, look at me. Is there evil in your life?
Mary: Yes.
Tracy: Is it not just and right to eliminate evil? Say it.
Mary: Yes.
Tracy: So are you in, or are you out? I need to know, because if this comes back on me, itās going to come back on us both. Do you understand?
Mary: Iām in.
Tracy: Well, thatās good. Then itās done.
Aram: I pulled the forensics like you asked and had the lab compare the bite marks left on each liver for the first six kills with those from the last six.
What are you doing?
What?
Um, nothing.
Iām updating the team.
Ressler: Aram? The bite marks.
Aram: Right. Uh, turns out, the, uh, distance measurements on the upper arch are 2.8% wider in the first six victims than in the second six.
Liz: Two different bites at the proverbial apple. Nice work, Ressler. So, itās officialā Weāre looking for a copycat.
Megan: Okay, are you sure you have your glasses?
Elsa: Yes.
Okay, well Mrs. Jost called me again about you squinting at the blackboard all day. Itās why you keep getting those headaches.
Mom, itās not the glasses. Mrs. Jost just has crappy handwriting.
Megan: Language. Okay, now, donāt forget, your father is gonna pick you up after ā Elsa, honey, what is it? The bus is here. ā Sees body hanging from tree ā Oh, my Oh.
Ressler: Weāre very sorry for your loss.
Liz: How long were the two of you married?
Mary: Five years, together almost nine. ā I just This canāt be happening. The Deer Hunter, right? The killer on the news?
Ressler or Liz: Yes. Of course, weāre limited in what we can disclose, but The Deer Hunter has a very specific method of operation. The manner of death, the treatment of the bodyā itās consistent with his profile.
Mary: I knew something was wrong. Chad works in construction, and he didnāt come home after work. We have a son. Heās only 4. What am I supposed to tell him?
Liz: You tell him weāre gonna find whoever did this.
Mary: How? According to the papers, you donāt even have a suspect.
Ressler: We have some promising new theories.
Liz: Actually, one in particular ā we believe this may not be the work of the actual Deer Hunter. We think itās a copycat.
Ressler: We really shouldnātā
Liz: No, itās okay. She deserves to know. Weāre getting closer to the truth.
Mary: Thatās ā Thank you.
Liz: No, thank you. We appreciate your time. I can only imagine how difficult this must be for you.
[ Door opens ]
Ressler: What the hell was that?
Liz: She was covering. I donāt know what, but that woman knows something.
Ressler: Yeah, I picked up on that, Keen, but since when do you hand a person of interest your profile?
Liz: My profile is wrong. There was nothing specific connecting the original Deer Hunterās victims other than the physical, but the copycat, his victimsā
Ressler: You think the copycatās targeting a specific type of victim? What if he is?
Liz: I had assumed he was operating like the original killer, but what if he chose those victims based on a different unifying reason? He could be masking his agenda by making it look like the work of a different serial killer. Well, maybe thereās something in the victimsā histories we missed.
Ressler: But how does Mary Henning fit in?
Liz: Donāt know yet. But I rattled her. We should let her stew and take another run at her tomorrow.
[ Telephone ringing ] [ Ringing continues ]
Dembe: Yes?
Man: Who the hell are you?
Dembe: Mr. Reddington asked me to ā
Man: Why are you wearing a sidearm?
Dembe: He needs to reschedule.
Man: No, no. Thatās not how it works. I told him to come alone. I gave very specific instructions.
Dembe: Mr. Reddingtonās a man of his word. If it were possible, he would be here.
Man: Wherever he is, whatever the hell heās doing, I hope itās important.
[ Telephone beeps ] [ Siren wailing ]
Aleko: What the hellās going on?
[ Sighs ]
Edgar: Hang tight, pal.
[ Red enters police transfer vehicle; Door closes ] [ Sighs ]
Red: When I was young, I wanted to be able to dance just like Gary Goddard. I still remember going to the Snowflake Dance and watching him for the first time. That kid, man, he could move. Won the eighth-grade talent show. He was on the Yell Squad. Gary even danced his way into Helen Hummerās pants, and let me tell you something, that was like breaking into Fort Knoxā¤ ā¦
Aleko: Pops, who the hell are you?
Red: ā¦ Then in the summer of ā88, I saw Gary in the diaper aisle at Safeway. He looked like hell. Gray. Out of breath, fatigued. Turns out Gary had a bicuspid valve [disorder], needed a heart transplant. He was on the wait list until the day he died. How long has Isaac been on the list now?
Aleko: How do you know about my brother?
Red: Six months? A year? Two? How long is he gonna have to wait?
Aleko: They wonāt say.
Red: I can get your brother a heart within the week. Best surgeons, best post-op care, and it wonāt cost you a dime.
Aleko: Why would you do that for me?
Red: Because youāre gonna do something for me.
Ressler: We found the link, or at least what could be the link. We have seven victims, so we started over with the most basic question. āDo they know each other?ā Right, but that theory died quickly. There are seven victims all from different states, different ages, no schools in common, no family relations.
Liz: So, theyāre not connected, but something about them is?
Ressler: Makes sense, but everything we tried was a bust. And then it hit me ā maybe the one thing we know about the victims is the one thing holding us back. Maybe the victims arenāt victims ā not entirely. Joseph Riggs, the copycatās second target. The guy had a rap sheet, including a conviction for misdemeanor menacing. He pointed a knife at his girlfriend, said heād kill her if she left him. Which brings us to target four, Andrew Cosgrove. Divorced from his second wife, Diane. The transcript for a family court proceeding makes reference to a restraining order.
Liz: Okay, so thatās two. What about the others?
Ressler: Number five, Judd Liggett. No criminal record, but a year before he was murdered, he was disciplined by the graduate school program he was attending ā¦
Liz: Let me guess ā
Ressler: ā¦ after complaints were made by a female student. Aggravated harassment. Nonstop phone calls, stalking her in class. The girl was terrified, but no criminal charges were filed. Thatās why it wasnāt on our radar. Stalkers, obsessive types, men who get violent when the women they want reject them.Thatās what Mary Henning was hiding ā she was afraid of her husband. Whoever killed him might have been protecting her. If weāre right, these seven men had dangerous fixations on seven women. The copycat killer was protecting those women.
Liz: Yeah, but those women were in five different states. How did the killer even know they were in danger?
Ressler: Hang on a sec. Diane Cosgrove got legal help with her divorce from a local nonprofit called Docket One. Uh, the student advocacy group that went after Judd Liggett ā was called ā Bright Voice.
Liz: Bright ā Bright Voice.
Ressler: Theyāre both affiliates of a national organization called Whitehaven Shelters.
Dobbins: We are the largest nonprofit victimsā assistance association in the US. Every year, there are 7 million victims of harassment and stalking. We help to provide those people with legal, medical, and social services.
Ressler or Liz: Do you keep records of the people you provide assistance to?
Dobbins: Of course. Why?
Itās our understanding that these seven women obtained aid from your Whitehaven affiliates. Weād like to know everything we could about your interaction with them.
Dobbins As you can imagine, we take privacy very seriously here. I assume you have a court order.
Ressler: Weāll get one if necessary.
Dobbins: Unless thereās some kind of danger of imminent threat or harm, I donāt feel comfortableā
Res or Liz: Are you familiar with Chad Henning?
Dobbins: Name sounds familiar.
Res or Liz: It should. His body was found hanging from a tree this morning in Takoma Park.
Dobbins: Youāre talking about the serial murders.
Ressler: Chad Henning was the husband of Mary Henning, a woman who received legal counsel from a free clinic provided by Whitehaven. In fact, all the names on that list were in relationships with victims of The Deer Hunter.
Liz: The only other thing those seven women have in common is your organization. Itās quite possible that the person committing these murders interacted with these women through Whitehaven. Weāre gonna need a full list of your employees and volunteers of the last five years.
Dobbins: Iāll get you everything I can. Just give me a few hours to put it together.
Res or Liz: Thank you.
[ Bird chirping ] [ Cats meowing ]
Tracy: I know, Iām ā Iām overreacting, right? I mean, I donāt know if she talked with the FBI. But if Mary did talk, sheād expose everyone. And I donāt care about myself. But the other women ā I have to do something, right?
Youāre right.
Iām overreacting. I should just relax. Sheād never betray me. None of them would.
Aram: The last victimās wife, the one you let stew, apparently you did a really great job, because she is boiling over.
Liz: She called?
Aram: Just got off the phone with her. She wants to talk.
Ressler: Letās go, Keen.
[ Red arrives ]
Liz: Look, if youāre here because you want to give me more unsolicited advice about my case ā Red: Tempting as that may be, Iām here to speak to Agent Mojtabai.
Aram: Oh. [ Chuckles ] No one ever calls me that.
[ Others leave ]
Red: Aram, I need your assistance locating the source of a call that was placed to a pay phone ā at 92nd and Broadway.
Aram: I need a warrant.
Red: You wonāt need a warrant.
Aram: Of course I wonāt need a warrant.
Red: This is the number. The call was placed at exactly ā Aram?
Aram: Yes.
Red: I canāt stress enough the urgency of this matter.
[ Knock on door ]
ā« me and you and you and me
Mary: Thank you for coming. I ā Tracy, hello. I was expecting someone else.
Tracy: We have a situation.
ā« so happy together
Mary: What is it? What happened?
Tracy: The FBI found the connection. They came to Whitehaven asking for the names of every employee.
Mary: The FBI, they came, but I didnāt say anything, I promise.
ā« for all my life when youāre with me, baby, the skies will be blue
Tracy: Who were you expecting?
Mary: Friends for book club.
Tracy: Oh, youāre lying. Itās you. Youāre the weak link.
Mary: After what youāve done for me, for us? Tracy, honestly, before you, I was in a desperate situation. You saw the marks. He threatened to kill me. I tried the police, all the right channels, and no one lifted a finger ā¦
ā« ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba ā ba-ba-ba-ba
Mary: ā¦ Iām grateful to you. I would never betray you.
ā« ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba ā ba-ba-ba-ba
Ressler: Hello, Miss Henning?
ā« no matter how they toss the dice, it had to be
[ Doorbell rings ]
Ressler: Miss Henning?
[ Dog barking ]
Liz: Iāll take the back.
ā« ā¦ so happy together
ooh ooh ooh ooh so happy together
ooh ooh ooh ooh and how is the weather?
ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba so happy together
ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba weāre happy together
ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba so happy together
ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba happy together
ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba happy together
Miss Henning?
ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba weāre happy together
ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba so happy together
ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba happy together
ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba weāre happy together
Keen!
ā« ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba so happy together
Ugh!
Tracy: [ Breathing heavily ] Itās gonna be okay. Itās gonna be okay. [ Sighs ] Think.
[ Grunts ] [ Grunts ] Oh! [ Groans ]
Cooper: Did Ressler get a visual from the witness?
Samar: No. Sheās still unconscious.
Aram: Iāve been screening service providers ā uh, therapists, lawyers, doctors, anyone whoās worked with the wives of our copycatās victims.
Cooper: Someone connecting the women.
Aram: Right, but I got nothing. Then I took a look at Whitehavenās employees and volunteers. At one time or another, all of the victimsā wives reached out to one of Whitehavenās affiliates for assistance.
Samar: Legal, medical, financial ā thatās how heās finding his victims.
Aram: All but one. In every case, their husbands were murdered by the copycat after they sought help, except her ā Tracy Solobotkin. Her husband was the first victim of our copycat, and she was hired over three months after his death.
Samar: Why after? Her problem was already solved.
Aram: Maybe she wanted to help women who were still in bad relationships.
Samar: Maybe she wanted to help other women end them.
Aram: Says here she works in accounting, which would give her access to the names of every woman who got assistance from Whitehaven.
Cooper: Perfect opportunity for her to identify violent spouses. Talk about a target-rich environment.
Samar: Iām on my way.
Cooper: Get a BOLO out on all vehicles registered to Tracy Solobotkin. We got a Code Nine. Deploy every available unit to her address.
Tracy: I donāt want to do this, but I have to. Nobody can connect me to Mary but you.
Liz: ME wonāt buy it. Victimologyās all wrong. The Deer Hunter killed men.
Tracy: [ Laughs ] Is that what you call them? Men? This wasnāt supposed to happen this way.
I didnāt want to hurt Mary or anybody else, anybody but them!
Liz: I understand. Maybe a jury will.
Tracy: Thatās what I said. To The Deer Hunter, the real one. He was my husband.
Liz: My God.
Tracy: His father, a bastard, pushing him, pushing him, picking on him, cutting him down. He didnāt want to face what he was, so he overcompensated. Always pretending macho, tough [ Chuckles ] trying too hard with the ladies, but I knew. After we got married, thereās ā you know, thereās nothing that can hide that. Youād think that after his father died, that heād come to grips with it.
Liz: Mnh-mnh.
Tracy: He got angry, mean, isolated. Every weekend on hunting trips ā thatās what he called them. You had no idea.
Liz: Mnh-mnh.
Tracy: After the separation, I was staying at my sisterās. I came by the house one night to get my things. I thought he was gone, but he was in here, in the garage. He had blood on his mouth, on his clothes. The Deer Hunter had been all over the news. So, in that moment, I knew what heād done. And I tried to leave, but but he came towards me. He knew I knew, so he couldnāt let me go. And Iād never held a weapon. I-I-I-I Iād fended him off with a knife before, but that? I never held a bow. Before I knew it, the arrow went straight through his heart. And I thought about calling the police, turning myself in, but then I realized You could continue. You could Well, yeah.
All those women Whitehaven had helped, just like me ā I could give them their lives back by becoming him. [ Voice breaking ] And itās not easy. Itās hard work. Itās filthy work, but itās worth it Just to he ā just to see them scared for a change, to hear them whimper and and ā and beg. All the things after ā you know, with the cutting, the mess ā I hated it. But I-I didnāt have a choice.
Iām sick. [ Chuckles ] I know. Disgusting, but thatās the way Ron did it, so I have no choice. I mean, from ā f-from beyond the grave, he still pulls the strings.
Liz: Okay.
Tracy: You got to do what you got to do.
Liz: But can you please, please just do me one favor?
Tracy: Yes?
Liz: Shut the hell up and get it over with.
Tracy: What?
Liz: You think I donāt know why youāre really doing this? You think Iām buying this whole ājustice for victimsā crap?
Tracy: Well, itās true.
Liz: [ Chuckles ] Youāre just like your husband.
Tracy: Iām nothing like my husband!
Liz: Youāre exactly like him, like all the sick, psychopathic animals we lock up.
Tracy: Oh, you havenāt heard a word that Iāve been saying.
Liz: Iāve heard every word [ Mockingly ] āI could give them back their lives.ā [ Normal voice ] Why donāt you just admit it? You get off on killing people. It doesnāt matter if the victimās a scumbag or a saint ā you get off just the same, just like your husband.
[ Tool clatters ] [ Shouts ] [ Grunts ]
[ Flashback: ] Tom, no! Let me go!
[ Struggling ]
Ressler: Keen! Keen! Stop. Keen, donāt.
[ Gasping ]
[ Police radio chatter ]
Ressler: You okay?
Liz: Yeah. Fine. Back there, uh I canāt do this.
Ressler: Maybe you need some time, a couple weeks. Whenās the last time you took a vacation?
Liz: Youāre kidding, right? I would have killed her if you hadnāt shown up.
Ressler: You would have done what you had to do to survive.
Liz: Same as on the boat.
Ressler: No, that was different. That was Tom. You tried to stop him. Liz: But I didnāt. I hesitated.
And maybe I thought for just one second it would be better for me if he were dead.
Ressler: Liz ā
Liz: No. That man had a family. He had a life. Iām gonna go to Wilcox. Iām gonna tell him everything.
Ressler: How many people do you think are alive today that wouldnāt be if it wasnāt for the work that we do?
Liz: [ Sighs ] Please.
Ressler: 50? 100? How many, Liz? How many families havenāt buried a mother, a father, brother, sister? Children?
Liz: That doesnāt make it right.
Ressler: No. Itās never gonna be right. See, the only question is the body count. So, you go ahead and you nail yourself to a cross, and while youāre up there feeling sanctified, you consider how many people are gonna die because this task force gets shut down and the rest of those animals on Reddingtonās list are still out there feeding.ā¤
āā
Ressler: No. Donāt. Donāt ask me to feel your pain, Liz. I got more than enough of my own.
[ ā« Hozierās āAngel Of Small Death & The Codeine Sceneā plays ]
Wilcox: Do you, Samuel Aleko, swear under penalty of perjury that the following is true and correct?
Aleko: Yeah.
Wilcox: Please tell the US attorney exactly what you told me about Agent Elizabeth Keenās involvement in the murder of DC Harbormaster Eugene Ames.
Aleko: [ silence]
ā« calling to join them, the wretched and joyful shaking the wings of their terrible youths
Wilcox: Mr. Aleko let me remind you, youāre under oath.
Aleko: I donāt remember.
Wilcox: [ Sighs ] You confessed that Agent Keen was present when the harbormaster was killed and that she deliberately covered up his death.
Aleko: Thatās what you want me to say. Thatās not how it was.
ā« sheās the angel of small death and the codeine scene
Aram: Dembe ā¦ Uh, yes ā¦ Uh, Mr. Reddington said I should call as soon as I traced the call ā¦ Uh, yes, I have an address. Uh, 3130 Sheridan Road, Park Slope.
Samar: I figured it out.
Aram: What?
Samar: What youāre doing. The hairline. Guys donāt get it ā most women donāt care if men go bald.
Aram: [ Chuckles ] No. Did you think Iā
Samar: Youāre sexy no matter what.
Aram: Iām not going bald. I just ā I have a high hairline. Wait, what? Did you just say that ā
Samar: Yep. Just donāt get fat.ā¤
ā« with her sweetened breath and her tongue so mean sheās the angel of small death and the codeine scene
Do you have a phone?
[ Beep ] [ Dialing ] [ Ringing ] [ Cellphone vibrating ]
ā« with her sweetened breath and her tongue so mean sheās the angel of small death and the codeine scene
Man: Spare change?
Wilcox: There you go.
Man: God bless you, sir. Thanks.
Wilcox: Hey. Itās gonna be a freeze tonight. Thereās a place about, uh, two blocks up called The Grant. Give this to the guy in the cage. His nameās Ronnie. Heāll, uh, cut you a rate.
Man: Thank you, Officer.
Wilcox: Go get a shower. Get yourself cleaned up.
Man: For sure.
ā« sheās the angel of small death and the codeine scene
Red: You all right?
Liz: Yeah. Fine.
Red: What were you thinking running after a killer alone without backup?
Liz: Are you scolding me?
Red: Yes. Yes, Iām scolding you. That was foolish, Lizzie. You could have been ā
Liz: Killed.
Red: Exactly that. Killed.
Liz: What are you gonna do? Ground me? Take away my phone privileges?
Red: [ Chuckles ] You were right about The Deer Hunter ā he was a man.
Liz: And a woman. We were both half right.
Red: Together, we were right.
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Liz: I have the Fulcrum. Tell me what it is, and Iāll tell you where to find it.
Red: Iāve already told you what I can. To elaborate would place you in grave danger.
Liz: I donāt need your protection.
Red: Oh, I think you do. If it werenāt for me, you would have been indicted today. As it is, you neednāt worry about the harbormaster any more.
Liz: What did you do?
Red: Nobody was hurt, if thatās what youāre concerned about. In fact, a young manās life was saved.
Liz: I donāt want to hear any more. Iām leaving.
Red: I believe I know the real reason you donāt want me to have the Fulcrum.
Liz: That is?
Red: Because youāre afraid that once you give it to me, youāll be of no further use to me and youāll never see me again.
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Last updated: 8/8/2015
Program originally aired 3/5/2015 in US
Script with extras: http://wp.me/pDKwi-HB
Raw Scripts from Springfield [UK]: http://bit.ly/1Do56Zu
NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1FC0Bdp
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Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Director: Stephen A Adelson
Writers: Jon Bokenkamp, Brandon Sonnier, Brandon Margolis
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Script 2:14 T Earl King VI
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Blurb: Red becomes the special guest of an eccentric billionaire family that makes its money holding underground auctions of exotic merchandise for those willing to pay.
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Francis: Ah, good evening, father. Youāre looking sharp.
Earl (Father): [ Voice box ] Mr. Valmont, the tally.
Valmont: Moments away. Gentlemen. [ Clock ticking ] [ Clock chiming ]
Earl: What are the standing totals?
Valmont: Master Tyler King, $67,800,000. All bids paid in full. Master Francis King, $67,400,000 with one account pending for $1.8 million.
Francis: You havenāt won yet.
Tyler: I have, and you know it.
Valmont: The contractual deadline has passed. The last tally stands. Mr. Cardini failed to wire funds for his lot. Iām sorry.
Earl: Well, boys, get on with it.
[ Francis hold pistol to head, pulls trigger. Gun clicks. Itās Russian roulette! ]
Tyler: Next time.
Handler: Iām sorry. Iāve got nothing right for you.
Tom: If something comes inā I just need to go back in, okay? I donāt care what it is. Iāll take anything.
Handler: You donāt want to do that. Sit down. [ Sighs ] You got class. Youāre the boyfriend. Youāre the hip, young executive. Thatās where the top dollar is. Anything else, for you, is a sinful waste.
Tom: But I donāt care. I donāt care about top dollar. I just need to go back under. Bud, please.
Itās me. I can play anything.
Handler: Donāt tell me that girl got to you. If you need a palate-cleansing so bad, I may have something. Howās your German?
[ Knock on door ]
Red: I hope youāre considering the apartment at the Audrey. You must stop living like this.
Liz: By all means, come right in. Make yourself at home.
Red: Madeline Pratt has been abducted.
Liz: What do you care? She almost got us both killed.
Red: Foreplay. āā My relationship with Madeline is nuanced. Confounding, yet captivating, sheās a singular woman, and the world is far more interesting with her in it. Whatās more, her abductors meet every requisite that defines inclusion on the Blacklist. The Kings.
Liz: The kings? Of what?
Red: Not ākingā as in āking and castle.ā Earl King and his two sons, Tyler and Francis, descendents of a Senescent Dynasty. Their forefathers built a fortune on the backs of British undesirables, forcing them into decades of indentured servitudeā a tradition that has been passed from generation to generation that still continues today.
Liz: So, what does this have to do with Madeline Pratt?
Red: Madeline has made a number of well-heeled enemies over the years, many of whom would pay a handsome price for her head. If merely saving a womanās life isnāt enough to warrant the Bureauās interest, consider what taking down a dynasty like the King family would mean. Every transaction meticulously recorded for posterity in the family ledger. Sometimes, years pass between auctions. Theyāre never held in the same place twice. The guest lists are constantly changing. This is your chance to solve a century and a halfās worth of abductions and thefts from the Davidoff Morini Stradivarius to the disappearance of Raoul Wallenberg. This phone belonged to a boy in the port of Lisbon, where Madeline was abducted.
Liz: Pictures of the kidnapping.
Red: Find the jackals who took Madeline and theyāll inevitably lead you to the Kings.
Ressler: So, weāre going after one blacklister to save another. Tell me how that makes sense.
Liz: Earl King and his two sons, Tyler and Francis ā from available intel, they appear to be an eccentric family of trust-fund billionaires. According to Reddington, they supplement their family fortune with profits from their illegal auctions. Six months ago, seized by MI5 disappeared from their evidence vault in Leeds. The painting ā stolen from the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam. Reddington claims both these items will fall under the gavel at the Kingsā next auction.
Aram: I think I might have something. I isolated this image from the pics, ran it against our known-tattoo database, and got a hit. Silvio Haratz, a Brazilian-born kidnapper working the worldās K&R hotspots. If the auctionās gonna be held on US soil, Haratz is headed here.
Ressler: Weāre gonna need local intel.
Aram: The DOJ has an active file on Haratz, but itās restricted access. I canāt open it without throwing up red flags in the Attorney Generalās office.
Cooper. I may know someone who can help. The rest of you, dig up anything you can on the Kings.
[ Telephone ringing ]
Cooper: What do you have on Haratz?
Tom Connolly [AG]: Enough to haul him in, but not enough to make it stick. Thatās all I can say. Weāre building a case. āā I have a good friend, CEO of a med-tech company. Got himself mixed up in a fraud scheme. The grand jury convened, and itās looking like thereās going to be an indictment. Theyāll seize his assets. It would be nice if he had a chance to shield a little something in a blind trust for his kids.
Cooper: You want me to tip him off?
Tom: Heās a good friend, close friend. And I take care of my friends. āā Howās that clinical trial? The one I got you into? You look well.
[ Cellphone rings ]
Liz: Agent Keen.
Red: Hello.
Liz: The suspectās name is Silvio Haratz. Heās using a safe house called The Palace. Weāre on our way.
Red: No. I know The Palace, You people get within a mile of that place, heāll be made. Iāll handle it.
Liz: Forget it, Reddington. Weāre not on your payroll, and you canāt call us off. Weāre on it.
[ Red and Dembe are going through darkened rooms at hotel, guns drawn. Others, including many with guns, enter. Madeline Pratt and Francis are among them. ]
Red: How much do you want for her?
Francis: You can have her.
[ Electricity crackles ]
Madeline: Sorry, Dembe. [ She tases him ]
[ Body thuds ]
Red: Well-played, Madeline. Payback for my little gambit last year, I presume.
Maddie: Consider us even.
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Francis: Raymond āRedā Reddington. Lot number 11. [ Chuckles ] Beautiful.
Red: Careful there, boys. You donāt want to bruise the merchandise.ā¤
[ Door opens ] [ Camera shutter clicks ]
Ressler: We intercepted Dembe.
Liz: He informed us they used Pratt as bait, faked the kidnapping in order to bring Red into the Kingsā custody.
Samar: King family auctions are all about providing criminals with items of value. Whatās more valuable than Reddington?
Cooper: Where are we on potential auction locations?
Aram: The Kings have real-estate holdings all over the world. Youād have to be invited to know where this thing is.
Liz: Letās not focus on the Kings. Letās focus on the Kingsā guests. Try and match the items we know they have for sale with the people who might be interested in buying them.
Cooper: Weāll put together a list. Alert Immigration and the TSA on major points of entry.
Identify and report only. Do not detain.
Red: Your insistence on not speaking, sir, is making a tedious exercise ever so much worse.
Tyler: Over here, gentlemen.
Boy in cage: Please. Someone help me.
Tyler: Raymond Reddington in the flesh.
Red: You must be Tyler. I hope youāre not as short-sighted as your brother. I could be one of your most valued customers.
Tyler: As I recall, youāre one of the few prospects who rejected an invitation to our auction. Nice try, though.
Red: I havenāt even begun to try. There is one thing about your family thatās always intrigued me. Statistically, [ Added: 65% of family fortunes] are frittered away by the second generation. [ Added: By the third generation, itās 90%]. How is it that the Kings have successfully defied that trend? You must tell me your secret.ā¤
Tyler: Winner takes all.
Red: And the loser?
Tyler: None of your business.
Red: [ To tailor ] Really, Iām all for being thorough, but at this point, youāre just taking the nickel tour.
[ Keyboard clacking ]
Liz: Alexi Koskov, a Russian oligarch with an extensive collection of stolen masterpieces. The Art Crime Division says heās been trying to acquire the Van Gogh since it disappeared in 2002. Samar: Koskovās on the no-fly list. How can he get into the country?
Aram: He canāt. But his new acquisitions emissary, Josephine Sullivan, flew in from LA this morning. She just checked in to The Vanguard.
Cooper: Bring her in.
Francis: I presume youāve been downstairs.
Tyler: I have.
Francis: Reddingtonās a game changer. You canāt win.
Tyler: I have no intention of quitting now. Even if you win, I only have a 16% chance of losingā one in six.
Samar: We know youāre working as a representative for Alexi Koskov to authenticate and purchase a stolen painting from an illegal auction. As such, we can charge you as an accessory after the fact, not only for the Van Gogh, but for every crime the King family has committed to acquire the rest of their stock, including kidnapping and false imprisonment.
Liz: This is the Bureauās file on you and your boss.
[ Papers thud ]
Liz: Koskov is untouchable. But youāre right here.
Samar: Her instructions were to introduce herself to the concierge at The Harleston Read Hotel. Owned by the King family trust.
Liz: Everyone there is on their payroll.
Cooper: Thatās it?
Samar: Sheās supposed to ask for a room with a view of the Capitol.
Cooper: Then what?
Samar: Sheād get a room number. After that, no idea. Sheās never attended the auction. Beyond the hotel and the password, we have nothing.
Liz: Thatās not necessarily true. Theyāre expecting an American named Josephine Sullivan. We can give them that.
Cooper: Undercover? Forget it.
Samar [to Liz]: I know you want him back, but there has to be another way.ā¤
Liz: If you can think of one, Iām all ears.
Cooper: Okay. We do it. But only as far as the hotel. Go there. Get what you can. Iāll have a tac team standing by to hit the auction as soon as you give us a location.
[ Cellphone vibrates ]
Liz: Keen.
Tom Keen: Itās me.
Liz: What the hell are you doing calling me?
Tom: Got a new assignment. Iām going away for a while.
Liz: Whatās her name?
Tom: Itās not like that. Itās not ā
Liz: Me?
Tom: Yeah. I mean, no. I mean, itās ā itās, uh How you been?
Liz: What do you think? Iām in a lot of trouble because of you.
Tom: So, what? Thatās it?
Liz: Berlin is out of commission, and you just get another gig?
Tom: Going away for a long time, and I thought Iādā I donāt know. I just wanted to sayā
Liz: I think the word youāre looking for is goodbye. Look, I got to go. It seems like the only thing we have in common anymore is pretending to be someone else.
Tom: Wait. Youāre going undercover? For how long?
Liz: Just a few hours.
Tom: Just keep your ears open. Try not to talk too much. Somebody asks you something, like some little thing that you donāt know, and you think itās gonna trip you up, just sneeze.
Liz: Sneeze?
Tom: [ Chuckling ] Yeah. Theyāll say āGesundheitā or āGod bless youā or whatever, and 10 out of 10 times, theyāll forget what they asked you.
Liz: I always thought you just had allergies.
Tom: Goodbye, Liz.
Receptionist: Youāll need this for the elevator. Enjoy your stay.
Ressler: Thank you.
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Ressler: She should have a tracker, coms at least. Sheās going in blind.
Samar: She can handle it.
Res: Sheās in.
Liz: I have a reservation. Sullivan. Josephine Sullivan.
Receptionist: Of course, Ms. Sullivan.
[ Keyboard clacking ] We have you in a one-bedroom suite.
Liz: With a view.
Receptionist: Excuse me?
Liz: I requested a view of the Capitol.
Receptionist: That can be arranged. [ Keyboard clacking ] Last elevator on the left.
[ Sighs ]
[ Elevator bell dings ]
Ressler: Sheās in elevator one.
[ Elevator bell dings ]
Ressler: I repeat ā elevator one.
Guy [ steps in elevator; to Liz ]: Phone, purse, jewelry.
Samar: Sheās going down. I repeat ā sheās going down. Get a visual!
Man: Welcome, Ms. Sullivan.
Liz [ to Man at parking site with her number ]: Thank you. [ He opens car door for her ]
Ressler: It wasnāt a hotel room. It was a parking space.
Guy in Car: Drink.
Liz: What is it?
Guy: Drink.
[ Liz takes a sip and passes out ]
[ Tom is in a bathroom, cutting his hair skinhead-short. Transition to: Tom getting tattoos: SS insignia on both sides of his neck. Across his back, arched in old style German lettering: āDeutschland fĆ¼r die Deutschenā or āGermany for the Germans.ā ] ::
[ ā« Peter Schillingās āMajor Tom (Voellig Losgeloest)ā Plays ] [Tom is cutting hair very close ]
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[ Red is being given a shave ] [ Wheelchair motor whirring ]
Red: Good heavens, Earl. Youāve never had any feeling in your heart, but now it looks like there isnāt much going on below the waist.
Earl: I do all right. The wheelchair is just a little memento of our time together in Bolivia.
Red: No hard feelings, I trust.
Earl: Just a few. But this is only business, Red. Besides, you warned me. āPigs eat ā ā
Red: āHogs get slaughtered.ā [ Laughs ] All you had to do was listen. But thatās always been your problem ā all that money clogging your ears. I told you to come with me that night out on the Altiplano.ā¤
Earl: I had millions invested. I couldnāt just walk away like you.
Red: Poor choice of words given what those soldiers did to you.[ Chuckles ] Iād hate to see you play the hog yet again, Earl.
Earl: No, no, Red. You taught me an invaluable lesson. Dispassion is the businessmanās best friend. One mustnāt get emotionally involved in business. You have to listen to the market. You hear that? Thatās the market telling me you are in demand. What kind of a commodity are you? A wealth of secrets and information? Or are you an impulse purchase for a buyer to settle a score? You scare people, Red. How much would you pay to be rid of your deepest fear?
Red: Iāve always found fear to be my most valuable sense.ā¤ But then again, you Kings demonstrate a propensity for having more dollars than sense. [ Chuckles ] Your son Tyler was telling meā āWinner takes all,ā I believe he said. Iām curious strictly from an estate-planning perspective. What exactly does that mean?
[ Earl turns his wheelchair around and quickly leaves ]
[ Liz wakes up in bed in a strange room, wearing only her slip ]
[ Lock disengages ]
Woman: Good evening, Ms. Sullivan.
[ Door closes ]
Earl: Take what you want from the family collection [ of jewelry] ā anything you need. We want you to feel beautiful.
Liz: How thoughtful.
[ Classical music plays ] [ Indistinct conversations ]
Earl: Ladies and gentlemen.
[ Music stops ]
Earl: Welcome to The Vicarage. I would like to thank you for traveling many a weary mile to join us on this very special evening. As is customary, you will have 30 minutes to spend among the lotsā a taste to whet your appetite and loosen your purse strings.
[ Light laughter ]
Earl: It begins.
[ Music resumes ] [ Indistinct conversations ]
Liz [ to boy 10-13 ] Hello Vincent.
Tyler: See something you like? Little Vincent Peretti, Ms. Sullivan, of the Peretti family. Big Vince has turned stateās evidence. There are half a dozen Serbians and Sicilians willing to pay dearly for the leverage to insure his silence.
Tyler: So, I understand youāre here on behalf of Mr Koskov.
Liz: Yes, I am. Itās rumored Van Gogh actually painted it at the beach, and up close, you can see the grains of sand bonded to the canvas.
Tyler: Remarkable. So, which Ivy League did you attend? Itās no secret Alexi fancies a certain breed.
Liz: [ Chuckles ] Columbia, then Princeton.
Tyler: [ Chuckles ] Really? Iām a Princeton man. Mm! [ Chuckles ] The Dinky was such fun, wasnāt it? [ Chuckles ]
Liz: [ Sneezes ]
Tyler: Bless you.
Liz: [ Sniffles ]
Red: Oh, the Dinky. No matter the time of day, that damn train is always full of hungover frat boys and co-eds in the throes of morning-after regret.
Liz: Is that who I think it is?
Tyler: Well, I can see that you are a woman of good taste.
Francis: Tyler, I believe the Sheikh has questions about your guidance chips.
Liz: The Raymond Reddington. Impossible.
Red: Youāve changed your hair.
Tyler: You know each other.
Liz: Unfortunately.
Francis: Perhaps youād like to make a bid.
Liz: Iāve heard heās far more trouble than heās worth. Itās probably easier to let someone else buy him. Let him be their problem. Iām here for the Van Gogh. Heās probably out of my price range, anyway.ā¤
Yaabari: Not mine.
Red: Yaabari. āā How are the boys?
Yaabari: They still tell tales of the man in the hat who burned down our compound.
Red: I must say, youāve come up in the world, depending on how you look at it. How did you manage to wrangle an invitation? Whoās backing you?
Yaabari: Iāll see you after the auction.
FBI: Just give us the location.
Man: I donāt know anything. Iām a hotel employee. I arrange transportation. I was doing my job.
Samar: Your job is to shuttle people back and forth to the King family auction. That woman you sent off in the limo? Sheās a federal agent who was investigating a crime to which you are now as an accessory. If anything happens to her, youāll be facing felony charges.
Man: I told you. I donāt know anything.
Cooper: The indictment ā itās coming down tonight. You and I never had this conversation.
[ Receiver clicks ]
Aram: Sir, uh, we may have a problem. I was checking with DOC on Josephineās transfer to Hazelton.
They allowed her to make a call to her lawyer.
Cooper: I gave an order. If she gets word to her people, Keenās cover is blown. Get DOC on the line now!
Auctioneer: Anybody to bid? Now three. Whoāll give me three? Iāve got three here. Who will give me four? Give me four? I got four here. For the bid now 4. $4 million going once, going twice. Sold for $4 million to the gentleman from Maldives.
[ Applause ]
Auctioneer: And now, ladies and gentlemen, one of the most exciting items of the night, a mainstay on the FBIās most wanted list, this gentleman has been on the list longer than any other criminal! A former naval intelligence officer, he possesses a wealth of classified information and presides over one of the worldās most prosperous extralegal empires. You may know him as the concierge of crime. I present Raymond Reddington. [ Crowd murmuring ] I will commence the bidding at $2 million. Able to bid now two. Who will give me two? Iāve got two right here. Who will give me 2.5? Able to bid now 2.5.
[ Liz joins in bidding ] Thank you, maāam. Able to bid now three.
Francis: Well, thatās unexpected, but welcome.
Tyler: What is she doing? Sheās supposed to be here for my Van Gogh.
Auctioneer: Thank you, sir. Give me five. Able to bid now five. Thank you in the back. I got five. Give me six. Able to bid now six. Thank you, sir. Able to bid now seven? Able to bid now seven Itās only money, folks. Able to bid now seven. Iāll take it, maāam. Thank you. Able to bid now eight.
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Man: Sir, Mr. Koskov called. The woman who says sheās his emissary ā Mr. Koskov said sheās an impostor.
Earl: I knew it.
Auctioneer: Able to bid now nine.
Earl: āBring her to me. Yes, sir.
Auctioneer: Itās only money, folks.
[ Red suspects Lizās cover has been blown. Mouths āGoā to her. ]
Auctioneer: Who will give me nine?
Red: Nine. [ Spectators murmur ]
Auctioneer: I beg your pardon?
Red: $9 million. I assume my moneyās good here.
Yaabari: Ten!
Red: Certainly as good as his.16. Come on. I got to be worth as much as that fake Xuande Ming vessel was.ā¤
Yaabari: 18.
Red: Sorry, Santos, but those catās eye Chrysoberyls are brown, not green. An expensive forgery, but a forgery nonetheless. 20!
Tyler: Ignore that bid!
Red: That hardly seems fair.
Tyler: Get him off the stage now!
Auctioneer: Does the gentlemen maintain his previous bid of $18 million?
Red: [ Angrily ] Youāre leaving money on the table. What kind of business are you running here, Earl?ā¤
Auctioneer: $18 million going once, going twice, sold for $18 million to the gentleman from Cameroon! [ Applause ] [ Laughs ]
Cooper: Give us the room.
Ressler. Sir?
Cooper: Now, Agent Ressler.
[ Door slams ]
Cooper: [ To parking man ]: I donāt think you quite understand the situation. Youāre assuming that youāre a material witness in federal custody and are entitled to certain rights. And while these things are true, what you donāt know is you donāt know me My doctors recently detected a mass within the left hemisphere of my brain ā an inoperable tumor. Within a matter of weeks, it will kill me. And this has clarified a number of priorities for me. Among those priorities, nothing is more important to me than the safety of my colleagues. Iām committed that no one under my command dies during the remainder of my watch. And I will do anything within my power to honor that commitment. And since I quite literally have nothing to lose I suggest you think long and hard before answering my question: Where is Elizabeth Keen?
Liz: to young Vincent: Come on. Letās go.
[ Keypad beeping ] [Man enters]
Liz: Excuse me. Iām looking for the Van Gogh. I paid a fortune for it.
Man: All items are held till the end of the auction. You need to [ Liz lands a punch ] ā Aah!
Liz [ to boy ] Come on. Iām getting you out of here. Come on. Stay with me. Okay. Stay right here, okay?
Man in another box: Take me with you Please!
[ Buzzer ]
Liz: We have to get these people out of here.
[ Liz finds Red in box ]
[ Buzzer ]
Liz: How do you open this thing?
[ Buzzer ]
Red: Lizzie, you need to go.
Liz. Damn it! Whatās the code?
Red: Listen to me. I was brought in through a series of tunnels that way. If you hurry, youāll be miles away before they ever realize youāre gone. Take the boy and go.
Liz: You could be killed.ā¤
Man: Sheās off the main floor. Split up. Check every room.
Person in another box: Help me!
Red: Lizzie, you did everything you could. Itās time to go. Go!
[ Liz leaves with young Vincent ] [ Door opens ]
Man: Spread out! We need to find that girl immediately. Okay, get in here. Get in here. Where the hellās the Peretti boy?
Red: Iām sure your friend with the glass jaw will enlighten you when he comes to. āā Whatās in this for you?
Francis: You wouldnāt understand. Youāre not a King.
Red: [ Laughs ] Funny. Your father used to say that exact phrase as if it somehow excused him from the use of logic.ā¤
Francis: Whatās in it for me? Hmm. Legacy and the King family fortune.
Red: If this is just about the money, that would be so banal. I bet your father would trade it all for one more walk in the park with a good friend.ā¤
[ Keypad beeps ]
Francis: Tell me Where are all your good friends now, huh? If you think thereās a soul in this world loyal to anything but your pocketbook, then youāre the one whoās excused himself from the use of logic. [ To Yaabari ] Your prize. Letās find that kid!
[ Breathing heavily ]
Liz: Vincent, I need you to run through that door. See it? Go as far as you can, okay?
Vincent: Youāre not coming with me? You canāt go back!
Liz: Run. Go! Go!
Red: Yaabari, before you exact your vengeance, consider this ā I could easily provide you with enough influence and firepower to crown yourself king. Isnāt it time you stopped running through the forest playing army with a bunch of kids?
Yaabari: A generous offer, but Iām here for more than just my vengeance.
Red: I knew it. Whoās backing you?
Yaabari: A man in Johannesburg has put a $40 million bounty on your head. I plan to collect it.
Red: Good luck. A lot can happen between here and Johannesburg.
Yaabari: You will not be traveling to Johannesburg. You are not listening. I said the bounty is on your head. [ He holds up small travel case. Red is visibly shaken ] ā¤
Tyler: We shouldnāt be doing this with that FBI agent loose on the property. She is clearly working with Reddington. Why else would she bid so high?
Francis: To apprehend him. Who wants Reddington more than the FBI? Either way, sheāll be found, so stop making excuses. You know Iāve got you beaten. Youāre getting too emotionally invested. You realize who you sound like. Do you remember the first time I beat you at tennis? Tyler: That was a long time ago.
Francis: I had you at match point three times, and all three times, I lost in an unforced error. Then you opened your mouth about how father would never entrust the estate to a loser. I aced you on the next serve.
[ Sirens wailing ]
Yaabari: Right here. [ Forces Red to his knees ]
[ Grunts ] [ Gun cocks ]
Yaabari: Try not to take it personally. Business is business. In fact, Raymond, Iāve always been quite fond of you.
Red: Canāt tell you what a comfort that is to me.ā¤ [ Yaabari holds gun to back Redās head. Red closes his eye and says one word: ] Lizzie.ā¤
[ Gunshot ] [ Yaabariās gun clatters; Yaabari collapses. Red looks back, astonished ]
Red: Lizzie! The handcuff keyās in his back pocket.
Liz: Okay.
Red: Someoneās gonna come back. We got to get out of here.
[ Handcuffs clatter ]
[ Clock chiming ]
Tyler: This is a fiasco. That impostor took the place of my invited guest, she ignored the Van Gogh, drove up the price for Reddington, and stole the Peretti boy.
Francis: How is this any different from Dubai ā that smuggler from the Orient who had to be ejected? Cost me $3 million at the deadline, and I still beat you.
Valmont: The contractual deadline has passed. [ Chiming stops ] The last tally stands. Master Francis is the winner.
Tyler: Father, this is ridiculous. You must call this off.
Francis: You know as well as I do. There is no calling it off.
Earl: Get on with it.
[ Tyler holds gun to his head. Gun cocks. Red looks over, sees Red, aiming at him ]
Red: If that hammer falls on an empty chamber, youāll be dead before you hit the ground. Put it down.ā¤
[ Gun thuds ]
Red: Earl. [Picks up Tylerās gun] Someone should have put you out of your misery generations ago.ā¤ [ Pulls trigger. Gun goes off, killing Earl ]
Red: [ Chuckling ] Oh, my God.What are the odds? [ Laughs ] [ Gun clatters ] Iāll leave the three of you to your own misery. āā [ Casually: ] Avoid the yard, be nice to your cell mate, and whatever you do, donāt eat the franks and beans.ā¤
[ Sirens wailing ]
Red: Oh, and I donāt need your lousy tux. I want my clothes back.
ā« boy, I was ready boy, I was ready for spring its beauty changes, changes everything done hibernating we animals roam out of our holes looking for the next one to go down among the living among the living again out in the light of dayās warm embrace again one, two, three, four ā¦
Cooper: Agent Keen says we recovered a ledger full of names and dates from the King family estate ā bills of sale are being traced back 200 years.
Wright: Iām glad something went well today.
Cooper: What do you mean?
Wright: Iād been overseeing a fraud case built against a med-tech CEO. I got word this morning he fled. Itās like he knew the indictment was coming. Nothing that should rain on your parade. [ Glass thuds ] Congratulate your team for me.
[ Police radio chatter. Liz enters car. Red is already in passenger seat ]
Red: You can never do that again.
Liz: Youāre welcome.
Red: Iām serious. You can never do that again. Promise me.
Liz: We took down dozens of wanted criminals, recovered millions of dollars in stolen property, and saved innocent lives.
Red: Iām not talking about that.
Liz: You. Youāre talking about you. Wow. You are so damaged. You canāt accept help from anyone. Has anyone ever helped you? Is that why you are the way you are? Because you donāt feel deserving of it? Is that why you canāt be vulnerable for a second? I risked my life for you because I care about you.ā¤ Deal with that. [ Pause, then: ] And when someone does something nice, youāre supposed to say, āThank you.ā [[ You too, Lizzie ]]
Red: Thank you.
Liz: Youāre welcome.
Red: But never do it again.ā¤
[ Bell tolling ] [ Heavy-metal music plays ] [ Indistinct talking ] [ Glass thuds ] [ In German ]
Tom: One beer. [ ā¦ ]
ā Special Note: The Springfield script ends here. The show did not. Whatās missing: Tom shows up at a tough bar in Dresden, Germany. He orders a beer and bumps into a tough-looking guy. Tom insults him. They get into a fist fight. The other guy is bigger, but Tom is viscious. Others try to pull him off. Tom only calms down when an small. older-looking guy with white hair offers to buy him a beer, which he does. He asks Tom his name. Tom replies, āChristof Mannheim.ā I believe the white-haired man is a guy Tomās handler showed him a picture of back in the States. End of Episode.
Spring (Among The Living)
By My Morning Jacket[Verse 1:]
Boy, I was ready
Boy, I was ready for spring
Itās beauty changes
Changes everything
Done hibernating
We animals roam
Out of our holes
Then we spend all Spring
Looking for the next one to go down[Chorus:]
Among the living
Among the living again
Out in the light of dayās warm embrace again
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[Chorus:]
Among the living
Among the living again
I didnāt think Iād make it[Chorus]
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[Verse 1]
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[Outro:]
Ooh yeah
Among the living again, yeah
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Last updated: 8/8/2015
Program originally aired 3/12/2015 in the US
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Raw Scripts from Springfield [UK]: http://bit.ly/1Do56Zu
NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1Fb1w7m
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Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Director: Michael Watkins
Writers: Jon Bokenkamp, John Eisendrath, Lukas Reiter
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Script 2:15 The Major
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Blurb: Red wants compensation from The Major, the man who provided Tom for him to keep an eye on Liz ā but not to get involved. Liz testifies in chambers about the Harbormasterās murder. Dembe cautions Red that itās time to tell Liz.
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Man: Hey! Stop! Somebody stop that kid! Hey, get back here!
[ Tires screech ]
The Major: Get in. Get back!
Jake/Tom [ as kid ]: Guyās nuts. Tried to steal my sisterās purse.
[ Panting ]
The Major: You stole the purse, Jacob. Like the credit cards and the Pontiac.
Jake/Tom: How do you know my name?
The Major: Iām surprised you havenāt stolen more, considering the situation with your foster home. You know, weāve been watching you, Jacob. We may have an opportunity for you.
Jake/Tom:Who are you? W- what is this?
The Major: According to our research, you have some remarkable talents.
Jake/Tom: You want the purse? Take the purse.
The Major: You ever stop to think that the reason you have trouble relating to other people is because youāre special? That itās not you, itās everyone else thatās the problem?
Jake/Tom.d Thatās not what social services says.
The Major: Good old social services. Bureaucrats trained in missing the point. We believe that your delinquent inclinations are exactly what makes you invaluable. It takes a certain kind of courage ā
Jake/Tom: What are you talking about ā A job, a school? What is all this stuff?
The Major: I told you, we have an opportunity, if youāre willing to take it. If youāre smart enough to take it. Itās your choice, Jacob. You can get out and go back to the life youāve always known, or you can take a ride with me, and I can tell you how to leave this life behind. I can help you become anything.
Liz: Hey. Aram said you were looking for me.
Cooper.: Come in. Close the door.
Liz: Whatās going on?
Wright: An assistant U.S. attorney here in D.C. has impaneled a grand jury. Heās looking into the death of lieutenant Eugene Ames. A former harbormaster.
Cooper: I just got off the phone with Detective Wilcox. We discussed the target of his investigation. You. Apparently, you encountered the victim the day he disappeared Drew down on the man, fed him some story about searching for fugitives out of Cumberland Prison.
Wright: There were no fugitives. No. When Wilcox confronted you, you changed your story. Said you were there on official business. They even had a witness, but the guy recanted. Now Agent Cooperās been subpoenaed to corroborate your story. They want to ask him under oath if youāre lying.
Cooper: We all know that you werenāt at that marina in your official capacity as a member of this task force. So, you want to tell me why the hell you were there?
Liz: I canāt.
Cooper: Youāre the target of a federal murder investigation. You really think the best choice at this point is to shut me out?
Liz: Youāre right. I didnāt tell Wilcox the truth. But I am telling you the truth when I say I didnāt kill anyone. Look, Meera was dead. You were in the hospital. I did what I thought was necessary to stop Berlin. Thatās all Iām willing to say.
Wright: Youāll say far less than that, Agent Keen. Iāve filed a motion to quash the subpoena. Only 41 people know this task force exists. I will not risk further exposure, not by this.
Cooper: Youād better hope this motion works, Agent Keen, ācause Iām telling you now, if they put me under oath, I will not commit perjury to protect you.
[ Elevator bell dings ]
Oh, sorry, man.
Markin: Martin! Martin. Come on. I told you Denner sits at 9:00.
Wilcox: I know. I know. I got everything.
Markin: Okay, look. I donāt know what weāre walking into here. Itās no small thing to indict an active federal agent.
Wilcox. Iām on to something. Sheās guilty.
Markin: Denner is the perfect guy to hear this, okay? Heās former criminal defense attorney, former Berkeley law professor.
Wilcox: Huh.
Markin: And heās a staunch proponent of government transparency.
Wilcox: Well, thatās promising. Weāre going to five?
Markin:! Yeah. They switched the courtroom.
[ Elevator bell dings ]
Security: Mr. Markin, Detective. Step over to the checkpoint, please.
Wilcox: Where the hell is everybody? Whatā What is this?
Security: Iāll need you to surrender your mobile devices, anything that you have that can be used to record todayās proceedings. Laptops, pens, tablets.
Wilcox: Youā You want my pens? This is crazy.
Security: This will only take a moment.
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Judge Denner: Iām afraid Iāve been doing this for a while, but this is certainly a first. Not only did you switch my courtroom, you closed it. And then you closed the entire floor.
Wright; My apologies, Your Honor, but I trust the measures weāve taken will indicate how seriously we take this proceeding and the threat it poses to our national security.
Denner: So indicated. That said, I fail to understand how a routine grand jury investigation into a local homicide justifies a dog-and-pony show of such dramatic proportions.
Wright: Thereās nothing routine about this matter, Your Honor. On behalf of the Justice Department, Iām here to ask the court to quash the subpoena issued to Assistant Director Cooper without delay.
Denner: For national security reasons ā
Wright: Yes.
Denner: Such as? Oh, come on, Ms. Wright. Donāt I even get a ballpark? āTo insulate covert intelligence capacitiesā? āTo protect an informant in an active operational zoneā?
Wright: With respect, I donāt appreciate your sarcasm, Your Honor.
Denner: Really? Well, hereās what I donāt appreciate, counsel. I donāt appreciate being instructed as to what will or will not happen in my courtroom.
Markin: Your Honor, if I mayā A citizen of this district has been brutally murdered Not just a citizen, but a public servant, a lieutenant for the Metro P.D. And the people have a right to access and evaluate all evidenceā
Wright: No, they donāt.
Markin: We have a fundamental right to seek justice. Look, we are here as a courtesy. And we shouldnāt have to take the governmentās word for the fact that national security might be involved. Itās our call to make. Weāre not asking for a second opinion. Youāre protecting a federal agent.
Mr. Markin, control your witness.
Wilcox: I have a good-faith basis to believe that Agent Keen is involved ā
Markin: Marty.
[ Gavel bangs ]
Wilcox: Itās a cover-up.
Denner: Enough. Okay, Ms. Wright. I take your point. Somebody has to make the call as to what does or does not rise to the level of a national security concern.
Wright: And we agree.
Denny: That call should not be made by the people or Detective Wilcox or even a grand jury.
Wright: Thank you, Your Honor.
Denner: Itās my job. I will hear the Justice Departmentās argument ā in chambers.
Wright: Objection!
Denner: And if I agree that national security is endangered, I will quash the subpoena, and the investigation along with it. You have no authority. Havenāt we had enough government suppression, counsel? Havenāt we seen what happens when governmentās actions go unchecked? Now, you decide. I can hold you and your agents in contempt and have my officers take you into custody, or you can comply with my ruling. Choose. Right now.
[ Approaches the bench ]
Wright: Youāve made a mistake, Richard.
Denner: I agree, Reven. I shouldāve been a dermatologist. I will see Agent Keen in chambers in five minutes. Weāre adjourned.
[ Gavel bangs ]
Liz: Thank you.
[ Door opens ]
Judge Denner: Agent Keen, you have the right to an attorney, but if you do request counsel or refuse to answer my questions, this hearing is over, and I will determine if your case should proceed in open court based on the facts already in evidence. Are we clear to proceed?
Liz: Yes, Your Honor.
Denner: Raise your right hand and repeat after me. I, Elizabeth Keen ā
Red: I understand we have a problem.
Ressler: Agent Keenās testifying in camera about the investigation as we speak. Judgeās chambers. Eugene Ames was a cop. The judge will want his murder avenged. Best case, sheāll be charged as an accessory. And this task force will be shut down.
Red: The Major.
Ressler: Major? What major?
Red: Not a what, Donald, a who ā the next name on the Blacklist.
Cooper: Have you not been paying attention to a word weāve been saying? Agent Keen will be charged ā
Red: The Major runs a finishing school of sorts ā The most reputable of its kind. He recruits wayward children, orphans, delinquents, outcasts, but only boys and girls of superior intelligence who exhibit very specific sociopathic tendencies. He then cultivates them into charming, well-educated, cultured, attractive adults who are capable of dangerous and horrible things.
Cooper: All that matters is Agent Keen.
Red: Which is why we must find the Major. He and I had a rather significant falling out, and I canāt locate him, which is why you need to put me in a room with the Malaysian Deputy Minister to the U.N.
Ressler: You want the FBI to invite a U.N. diplomat ā to meet with you?
Red: Of course not. Inviting him for a chat with one of your most wanted criminals would be ludicrous. Youāll need to a http://pic.twitteruct him.
Cooper: Okay, hold on. Thatās not gonna happen. Why on earth would ā
Red: Because he has secrets I can exploit. Listen, Iād snatch him myself, but time is short, so, Iām sorry, youāre going to have to do it for me.
Cooper: Youāre asking us to commit a felony.
Red: Call it what you will, Harold. But if you want to prevent Agent Keen from going to prison, you need to abduct Deputy Minister Mamat Krishnan.
Samar: Minister Krishnan! Minister Krishnan!
[Struggle]:
Krishnan: Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah!
[ Vehicle door slams ] [ Tires squeal ]
Denner: Can you please state your full name and occupation for the record?
Liz: Elizabeth Scott Keen. Iām a special agent for the FBI.
Denner: And your assignment?
Liz: My assignment is classified.
Denner: Classified how?
Liz: Iām part of a black-book task force that investigates cases brought forward by a criminal informant.
Denner: What informant?
Liz: Your Honor, with all respect, I canāt divulge the name ā
Denner: Agent Keen, Iām here to determine whether the work you do should remain secret. The burden is on you to convince me that it should. If you choose to not even try, we will be having this conversation in open court, ā so I need to know ā
Liz: Raymond Reddington.
Denner: Your source is Raymond Reddington?
Liz: Yes.
Denner: I thought Reddington recently escaped from a black site and his whereabouts are unknown.
Liz: It was a cover.
Denner: He was never captured?
Liz: He was captured. We helped him escape.
Denner: Are you telling me a fugitive on the FBIās most-wanted list is actually an informant for the FBI?
Liz: Which is why what we do must remain a secret. If criminals knew Reddington was working with the FBI, then he would be of no value.
Denner: How old are you, Agent Keen?
Liz: [Thirty.]
Denner: And how long have you been with the Bureau?
Liz: I ā Iāve been a profiler for 18 months.
Denner: So, tell me, if the work of this task force really does affect national security, why would the FBI pick someone with as little experience as you to be on it?
Liz: The FBI didnāt pick me, and I didnāt want to have anything to do with it.
Denner: You didnāt want any part of it, the FBI didnāt pick you. So how did you come to be on it? Liz: Reddington chose me.
Denner: Why would he choose you? Why you?
Liz: I thought we were here to talk about Eugene Ames.
Denner: What, he just knocked on your door one day?
Liz: No. He sent a helicopter.
[Flashback: ] [ Helicopter blades whirring ] [ Sirens wail ] [ End Flashback ]
Liz: I had a very simple life. A husband I loved, a dog. It was my first day on the job. And suddenly, I was flying over restricted airspace. They sat me down with Deputy Director Harold Cooper.
[ Flashback :] Do you find it odd Reddington surrendered himself the day you started working as a profiler? [ End Flashback ]
Liz: Iām sorry, what does this have to do with what happened with Mr. Ames?
Denner: Well, as I understand it, the death of the harbormaster came in connection with your work on this task force.
Liz: That is true, but you donāt need all these details to determine ā
Denner: Tell me about the first meeting.
Liz: With Ames?
Denner: With Reddington.
Liz: [ Machinery whirs ] Iād never been so terrified. Weād studied him at Quantico His crimes, his profile. But when we sat down, he spoke as if he knew me.
[ Flashback: ] Red: Agent Keen, what a pleasure. [ End Flashback ]
Denner: But you said you didnāt know him, youād never met him. Did he, what, just expect you to believe him?
[ Flashback: ] Red: [ Laughing ] No, of course not. [ End Flashback ]
Liz: I had no idea what he expected.
[ Flashback: ] Red: Iām a criminal. Criminals are notorious liars. Everything about me is a lie. [ End Flashback ]
Denner: You must have known how strange all of this was.
Liz: Of course I did.
Denner: And yet you agreed to work with him.
Liz: Well, he had intel. He said a girl was going to be taken, a generalās daughter. We had to act. And since he would only talk to me ā
Denner: Only you?
Liz: He insists upon it.
Denner: A woman heād never met.
Liz: Like I said, no one believed me.
Denner: And this intel about the girl. Was it accurate? Was she taken?
[ Flashback: ] [ Tires screech. Collision ] [ Screams ] [ End Flashback ]
Liz: Yes.
[ Flashback: ] [ Screams ] Liz: These men are gonna come, and theyāre gonna take you.
Beth: Are they gonna hurt me?
Liz: Theyāre not gonna hurt you, honey. Iām gonna find you. [ End Flashback ]
Liz: With Reddingtonās help, we were able to save her and prevent an attack on D.C. But the cost was Tom. All I wanted was my life back, but Reddington had other plans. He told the deputy director that he had a list of criminals he could help us find, and that was only the first.
Judge Denner: The first what?
[ Flashback: ] Red: Name on the list. [ End Flashback ]
Liz: He told us, if we cut him a deal, that he could help us capture the kinds of criminals the FBI canāt find because we donāt know they exist.
[ Flashback: ] Diane Fowler: [ Sighs ] One day, you and I will be talking about this moment in front of a Senate hearing. [ End Flashback ]
Denner: Were you ordered to work with Reddington?
Liz: No.
Denner: And he couldnāt force you. So Iām curious: If he knew nothing about you, if his implications of some shared connection were false, why did you continue?
Liz: Because it turns out, they werenāt. They werenāt false. He knew things about me ā Things I didnāt even know. About my husband at the time. Whatever connection he thought we had, whatever history he was implying we shared, I didnāt care.
[ Flashback: ] Red: Youāve discovered something curious about your husband, havenāt you, Lizzie? [ End Flashback ]
Liz: He wanted me for a reason And I wanted to know why.
Ressler: That man has diplomatic immunity. If anyone finds out ā
Red: They wonāt.
Ressler: How can you be so sure?
Red: You need to leave, Donald.
Ressler: Youād better have a damned good reason for ā
Red: You need to leave.
[ Door closes ]
Red: Letās have a little chat.
[ ā« German metal music playing ] [ Conversing in German, w subtitles, not included: Christof/Jake/Tom offers info: is rebuffed ] [ Laughter ]
Krishnan: I donāt know what you want, but you wonāt get away with this.
Red: Iāve always been leery of the United Nations. The very concept is comically dichotomous Nations putting their self-interests aside in the hopes of building a global community, holding hands and Kumbaya? [ Laughing ] I mean, honestly, itās like kindergarten. Do [Did] you have rug time? I did love rug time.
Krishnan: Who are you?
Red: It doesnāt matter who I am. What matters is who you are ā A secret agent trained by the Major, working away as a dedicated public servant, when, in fact, youāre an asset inserted into your countryās diplomatic corps by the Sinaloa Cartel to help them get a foothold in Asia.
Krishnan: What do you want?
Red: The man who created you. The Major. Tell me his location, or Iāll tip the cartel youāve been outed. Tell me, does Hernandez remove the tongues before the executions or after? Please Iām not interested in your business. Iām not here to expose you. Iām only interested in the Major. Where is he?
Judge Denner: Letās talk about Tom Keen. You said that Reddington knew things about him. What kind of things?
Liz: Tom Keen ā The man I married, he was a fiction. He didnāt exist.
Denner: But Detective Wilcox says that you and this fiction killed Eugene Ames.
Liz: Thatās impossible.
Denner: And why is that?
Liz: Because Tom Keen died four months before Mr. Ames was killed.
Denner: Wilcox is under the impression that your husband is very much alive. Did you report his death?
Liz: No.
Denner: Why not?
Liz: Because I killed him.
Denner: You killed your husband?
Liz: My ex-husband. Yes. I shot him in self defense.
Denner: āHe didnāt exist. ā What does that mean?
Liz: The man that I married He was perfect.
[ Flashback: ] 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 that is a gift that I thank God for every day. [ End Flashback ]
Liz: He [was] kind, smart, a teacher.
[ Flashback to baby party: ] Ha! Ha! [ Cheering, laughter, applause ] [ End Flashback ]
Liz: Or so I thought. They say love is blind. I certainly was.
Denner: Blind to what?
Liz: To the fact that our entire relationship was a lie, that my husband was a spy. The only reason he was with me was because of my connection to Reddington.
Denner: The connection you say didnāt exist.
Liz: I didnāt know about it, but others did.
Denner: And you learned your husband was a spy from Reddington?
Liz: Sort of. I had to find out for myself.
Denner: And when you did find out, what did you do then?
Liz: I spied on him. Interrogated the people in his life, tried to find out who he worked for.
Denner: And did you find out?
Liz: Not before he realized that I knew.
Denner: How did that conversation go?
Liz: It was heated. [ Flashback to their fight ]
Denner: Is that when you murdered him?
[ Flashback: Gunshots; Tom slumps to floor ]
Liz: I didnāt murder him. His boss, Berlin, he ordered Tom to abduct me. Use me as leverage to get to Reddington. I had a gun to my head. Thatās why I shot him.
Denner: Thatās convenient.
Liz: What is?
Denner: Using your job to justify shooting your lying husband. Did Reddington want you to shoot him?
Liz: What difference does it make?
Denner: Iām simply pointing out that shooting your husband must have been a relief to both you and Reddington.
Liz: No, youāre calling me a murderer.
Denner: Iām simply gathering the facts.
Liz: Youāre implying that my allegiance is as much with Reddington than with the task force.
Denner: Agent Keen, what exactly is your relationship, then, with Raymond Reddington?
Liz: Heās my C.I., and if you want to air that out in open court, go right ahead, but do not question where my loyalties lie!
Denner: Tell me about this task force How it works.
Liz: [ Sighs ] I told you. He has a list.
Denner: Of criminals you donāt know exist. That sounds like an empty promise.
Liz: Youād be surprised.
Denner: Humor me.
Liz: There was a man named Milton Bobbit who devised an ingenious way to turn terminally ill patients into assassins, all while working as an unassuming insurance adjuster. The Courier moves high-value commodities under his skin. The Alchemist makes people disappear by changing their DNA.
Denner: None of this is possible.
Liz: Thatās what we thought.
Denner: How many of these cases has Reddington given to you?
[ Multiple Flashbacks: ] Man: Yeah! [ Machine buzzes ] [ Tires screech ] [ Gunfire ] [ Explosion ]
ā« Like a man on the run
I aināt got no place to hide
Got one hand on my weapon
Pray that God is on my sideā« Your skin looks so cold
Your eyes they rob me blind
But your spell takes its hold on me
I got mischief on my mindā« Your Hocus Pocus
So mysterious with all
Your Hocus Pocus
First sheās there and now sheās gone
Itās the heistā« She stole my heart like a thief in the night
Itās the heist
Better watch your back
Might take your life
Itās the heistā« Straight up luck in the role of the dice
Itās the heist
Better watch your back
Might take your life
Itās the heistāHeistā by X Ambassadors http://bit.ly/1JeiUdg
Liz: He keeps us busy.
[ Multiple Flashbacks: ] [ Over stereo ] dancinā in the moonlight everybodyās feelinā warm and bright [ Tires screech ] [ Vehicle departs ] [ End Flashbacks ]
Samuel Aleko [ The Samoan ]: I got nothing to say to you.
Wilcox: You know Agent Keen is in court today? Sheās telling the whole story. Well, her version of the story, anyway. She says she never saw you on the boat and that if the harbormaster turned up dead, itās because you must have killed him.
Aleko: Youāre lying.
Wilcox: No, sheās lying. We both know it. But youāre the one whoās gonna pay the price. Look, this is the last chance Iām gonna give you.
Aleko: I told you my story already.
Wilcox: Then you recanted. You could get the death penalty, Sam.
Aleko: Man, I already took a bullet for my troubles. Aināt no way that Iām gonna get the death penalty, too. Nice try, but you donāt have the evidence.
Wilcox: Hold on, hold, on, hold on. Who shot you?
Aleko: What?
Wilcox: Your story was, you caught a stray walking through Ellwood Park. But, now, thatās not true, is it? Not if you ātook a bullet for your troubles.ā It was Agent Keen, wasnāt it?
Aleko: Yo, I never said that.
Wilcox: Mm-hmm. [ To assistant ] Get a forensic unit to comb over every inch of that ship. Tell them to tear up the floor until they hit water if they have to. If thereās a shell casing or a stray bullet, I want it found.
ā« [Off-key] We get it almost every night
When that moon is big and bright
Itās a supernatural delight
Everybodyās dancing in the moonlightā« Everybody here is out of sight
They donāt bark and they donāt bite
They keep things loose they keep it tight
Everybodyās dancing in the moonlightā« Dancing in the moonlight
Everybodyās feeling warm and bright
Itās such a fine and natural sight
Everybodyās dancing in the moonlightā« We like our fun and we never fight
You canāt dance and stay uptight
Itās a supernatural delight
Everybody was dancing in theā¦āDancing in the Moonlightā by Toploader http://bit.ly/1BwagRh
Judge Denner: You know, Iāve never been in a situation like this. Iām being asked to prevent a murder investigation from moving forward. The murder of a cop, no less. Based on the grounds that what you do is so important it needs to be kept secret in the name of national security. Tell me why you think I should do that. Why will our democracy crumble if the world knows about the inner workings of this task force?
Liz: It wonāt, but people will die. They already have. The black site where we operate from ā There was an incursion. [ Flashbacks: ] [ Explosion ] [ Gunfire ] A mole leaked the information about what we do, and as a result, an extraction team was sent to abduct Reddington. He barricaded himself in. He wouldnāt come out, and the team made good on their threat to kill innocents until he did.
[ Gunshot ] [ End Flashbacks ]
Denner: He just let people die? He didnāt care who was killed?
Liz: Except one.
Denner: Who?
Liz: Me. He agreed to come out when they put a gun to my head. After that, Reddington vanished. He wouldnāt come back into the headquarters ā until the mole was found.
Denner: And who was it?
Liz: We donāt know for sure, but Reddington only returned after the disappearance of Diane Fowler.
[ Flashback: ] [ Gunshots: Red shoots Fowler ] [ End Flashback ]
Denner: Are you suggesting that the former head of the Criminal Division at Main Justice was a mole? For whom?
Liz: I donāt know for sure.
Denner: He let agents die, but not you. This man youāre not in league with, whoās not your friend. You said before that Reddington had answers to questions you hadnāt even thought of. Has he given you any?
Liz: Well There was a time early on when I thought, because of his implications, that he might be my father.
Denner: You didnāt know your father?
Liz: No. He died in a fire.
Denner: And your mother?
Liz: She died when I was young. The man who raised me, my adoptive father, his name was Sam Milhoan.
Denner: Does he have a connection to Reddington?
Liz: Yes.
Denner: What connection?
Liz: I- I donāt know.
Denner: But they knew each other? [ Flashback: Muffled shouting as Red suffocates Sam // End ]
Liz: Yes, Reddington was there when my father died.
Denner: Youāve sat here and told me you had no relationship with Reddington before he turned himself in, and now youāre telling me he was close enough to your father to be with him when he died?
Liz: I didnāt say they were close.
Denner: Weāre taking a break.
Liz: Wait, why?
Denner: You need to think long and hard about this story that youāre telling.
Liz: Itās not a story. This is the truth.
Denner: That the man you said youād never met, a notorious criminal, had a mysterious relationship with the man who raised you?
Liz: Yes.
Denner: Your dead husband was a spy, and you never knew your parents, and no oneās heard of the criminals you hunt, and for some reason, you claim not to know why you were chosen to be at the center of it all.
Liz: Wait! Wa- I donāt I donāt want to take a break. I would like to finish and go home.
[ Door closes ]
Court Recorder: You want something from the vending machine?
The Major: This better be important. You know the rules. Once youāre in, no contact. You said on the phone that this was mission-critical. Whatās wrong? Oh.
[ Guns cocking ]
Dembe: Hands.
[ Door opens ]
The Major: Reddington. What is this? What do you want?
Red: I want Tom Keen.
Denner: You said Reddington had a list.
Liz: He calls it the Blacklist.
Denner: And who maintains it? Does Harold Cooper keep track of ā
Liz: There is no physical list. The names are all in Reddingtonās head.
Denner: So theyāre all random.
Liz: No, I- I donāt believe so. I believe that each case, each criminal is somehow part of a larger agenda.
Denner: What agenda?
Liz: I canāt be sure, but he always has an angle for every case. I know that.
Denner: So Reddington is using you to expand his criminal empire.
Liz: No. W-well, yes.
Denner: And youāre okay with all this?
Liz: I wasnāt at first, but as it turns out, the cases he brings us are far more valuable to national security than what he gets in return.
Denner: But Reddington still tailors individual cases for his personal gain?
Liz. Theyāre not individual. Some of them are connected.
Denner: Connected how?
[ Flashback: ] Liz: 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. Gina Zanetakos, the Courier I believe they all trace back to one entity. [ End Flashback ]
Liz: At first, I thought the cases were all about getting Berlin.
Denner: The man your husband worked for.
Liz: And most of them were. And, yes, heās using us. Itās true. But in the process, weāve been able to capture and kill a number of high-value targets, including Berlin. And I thought that was the end game, but as it turns out, Reddington has other agendas.
Denner: And all of those are connected somehow?
Liz: I canāt know for sure, but, yes, I imagine theyāre connected. Like his recent arrest in Hong Kong.
Denner: The cover story.
Liz: He wanted to be captured. Itās all a part of his quest to find something he calls āThe Fulcrum.ā
The Fulcrum.
Liz: Itās a blackmail file. And before you decide whether or not to discuss what we know in open court, you should know that, according to Reddington, the Fulcrum is proof of the existence of a clandestine organization, and if its activities were made public, a number of very powerful people would go to prison or be executed.
Denner: You say that like itās a bad thing.
Liz: We donāt know if what Reddington alleges is true, and until we can confirm his allegations, until we find the proof, the only people who would benefit from the Fulcrum being publicized are the criminals it identifies.
Denner: So, Hong Kong ā Did Reddington find this Fulcrum?
Liz: No.
Denner: And does he have some other ideas about how to locate it?
Liz: Yes. Through me.
Denner: You?
Liz: Thatās what Iāve come to believe is the real reason he surrendered in the first place, ā asked for me.
Denner: And let me guess This comes as a complete surprise to you.
Liz: Absolutely.
Denner: The same way you were completely surprised when he asked for you.
Yes.
Denner:And the way you found out that your husband was a spy.
Liz: Iām sorry. Youāre right. Youāre absolutely right. [ Emotionally ] I should have known that when my husband and I were planning family that he was, in fact, a traitor who had installed surveillance cameras in my bedroom! Of course I should have been aware that the number four on the FBIās most wanted list would turn himself in and demand to speak only to me! God, what a horrible profiler I must be to have missed the fact that I am central to the discovery of a blackmail file that will tilt the balance of power in ā Let me phrase this right ā The entire world! Wow! I suck!
[ Drawer opens, closes ]
Judge Denner: I think weāve gotten a little off topic. Regarding Mr. Ames, ā according to Detective Wilcox, you said that you were on official business when you encountered Mr.
Ames on the ship the Phoenix.
As I told the detective, I was there looking for a fugitive.
Denner: Fugitives From Cumberland.
[ Flashback: ] Liz: FBI. Weāre searching for two fugitives escaped from Cumberland last night. [ End Flashback ]
Liz: I never said Cumberland, and I was only looking for one man Samuel Aleko. He had a warrant out for his arrest, and I had reason to believe that he was hiding out on the Phoenix.
In what way is Mr. Aleko connected to the business of your task force? He had been an informant for a colleague of mine who was killed in the line of duty, Meera Malik. I was hoping I could cut a deal with Aleko and have him inform for me.
Denner: Mr. Aleko says youāre lying.
Liz: In his statement ā Which he recanted.
Denner: He says that you kept your ex-husband hostage on the Phoenix for four months ā and that you interrogated him there.
Liz: Thatās not true.
[ Flashback: ] Liz: How often did you communicate with Berlin? I want a name. ā My name is Jacob Phelps. ā Did you murder Jolene Parker? ā Why you? ā Have you spied on others? ā Is this ā What do you know about Reddington? What do you know about Reddington? [ End Flashback ā some of this info is new to viewers ]
Judge Denner: And when Mr. Ames found out what you were doing, you and your husband conspired to kill him.
[ Flashback: ] [ Chains clanking ] No! [ Man gagging ]
Tom: Itās better this way.
Let him do it.
Get off me! Get your hands off me!
Liz: Tom, stop! [ End Flashback ]
Liz: As I told you, my ex-husband is dead.
Denner: Perhaps I should remind you that youāre under oath.
Liz: Perhaps I should remind you that the only evidence against me is circumstantial.
Denner: So itās your word against his?
Liz: If I were holding my ex-husband hostage and Mr. Ames found him, the last thing Tom would do is kill him, the one man who could alert the authorities and set him free. It makes no sense. Yes, itās my word against his.
Denner: Not entirely. Okay. Send him in. Iām going to check your story out with your boss.
Liz: Good. I have no doubt that Deputy Director Cooper will confirm my accounts.
Denner: Well, we should know soon enough. Mr. Cooper is right outside. For the moment, Agent Keen, I think weāre finished.
Denner: Director Cooper, if you will.
The Major: Look, I told you what happened with Tom Keen. This is not my fault.
Red: You vouched for him personally, Bill. I hired him on your recommendation. The merchandise was defective.
The Major: No. Keen was perfect ā Test scores, aptitude. There was no indication he would become emotionally involved.
Red: But he did.
Bill/The Major: He hasnāt been in contact.
Red: Cut the crap, Bill. You acquired Tom Keen when he was a boy. You trained him to be a deep-cover operative. Itās all heās ever done. Itās all he knows. When one operation ends, he comes back to you for another.
Bill: Not this time.
Red: Mamat and I have come to something of an understanding. He gets to remain alive and well, still Deputy Minister, and I get you. Iām equally hopeful you and I can arrive at a mutually beneficial solution.
Bill: Even if I knew where he was, I wouldnāt tell you.
Red: Keenās betrayal cost me dearly in time, money, lives. Some of the people closest to me are now dead because of Tom Keen.
Bill: If I gave you his location, Iād have to betray a client.
Red: That shouldnāt be hard, Bill. You betrayed me. You sold me an asset and then allowed him to turn when Berlin offered you twice as much. Youāre in debt to me. Recognize this rather fortuitous opportunity for you to begin to make things even. Where can I find Tom Keen?
Denner: I have been listening to Elizabeth Keen describe the work of your task force, and I have many questions, but itās safe to say thereās only one I need to put to you, and that question is, as her boss, can you tell me if Agent Keen was on that boat, the Phoenix, in her official capacity as an FBI agent, or was she there, as appears far more likely to me, for personal reasons that had nothing to do with the work of your task force and the FBI?
Cooper: I understand you need to ask me the question, but I assume itās only to confirm what Agent Keen has already told you. That she has addressed this and eliminated any need for me to testify under oath.
Denner; No. Agent Keen put you directly on the hot seat. She not only said that she was there on official business, she specifically said on the record that you would confirm this. Now, I know this must be difficult for you. Agent Keen is one of your own, and your instinct is to be loyal to her. But she put herself in this position, and I strongly advise you to not commit perjury ā to protect her from ā
Cooper: Yes.
Denner: Yes, what?
Cooper: Yes, Agent Keen was on that ship, the Phoenix, as part of the official duties of our task force.
Denner: Youāre walking down a very dangerous road here, Director. You understand that if you perjure yourself ā
Cooper: You asked me a question, and I answered it. Are we finished?
Denner: I can push you for specifics.
Cooper: As I understand it, your job is to determine whether a grand jury should go forward on this issue. Now, if you want to put me before them, have me answer their questions, fine. But I have answered the one question you said you wanted me to answer.
Denner: So if thereās nothing else Director Cooper. Something tells me we will be speaking again soon.
[ Knock on door ]
Wilcox: What do you got? Let me see it.
Assistant: Found it lodged in the shipās hull. There it is.
Wilcox: Have ballistics run it against Agent Keenās service weapon. She surrendered it when she entered the courthouse.
Assistant: Got it.
Denner: Have the lab process the blood to look for a DNA match to Aleko. Iām gonna need results fast.
Assistant: Yes, sir.
[ ā« German metal music playing ] [ Tomās target approaches him for gun sales ]
Red: Well, that went as well as could be expected. We got a lead on Keen and an invitation to sit in the Ministerās box at next yearās Slasher Cup. Cultural peculiarities notwithstanding, I find cockfighting to be abominable. However, truth be told, I do love fried chicken.
Dembe: You need to tell her, Raymond.ā¤
Red: Tell her what?
Dembe: About Tom. You should have told her some time ago.
Red: I donāt know how do that, Dembe.
Dembe: Yes, you do. You tell her the truth by telling her everything.ā¤
Red: I donāt think I can do that.
Dembe: Maybe you should stop thinking about it and do it.ā¤
Wilcox: Sorry to interrupt, Your Honor. This couldnāt wait.
Judge Denner: What am I looking at?
Wilcox: A discharged bullet found at the scene. Itās a match to Agent Keenās firearm.
Trace amounts of Samuel Alekoās blood were found on the casing.
Denner: When did you find this?
Wilcox: Five hours ago. Your Honor, this is ā This is direct physical evidence that Agent Keen lied to the court. She says that she never saw Mr. Aleko on that ship, but that canāt be reconciled with the fact that a bullet fired from her gun passed through Mr. Alekoās body and was found on the ship with his blood on it. Itās proof that sheās trying to cover up the truth, Your Honor, and the truth is that Elizabeth Keen killed Eugene Ames.
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Last updated: 8/8/2015
Program air date: 3/19/2015 in the US
Script with extras: http://wp.me/pDKwi-JP
Source: Raw Scripts from Springfield [UK]: http://bit.ly/1Do56Zu
NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1FJyV9C
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Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Director: Andrew McCarthy
Writers: JR Orci, Lukas Reiter, Jon Bokenkamp, John Eisendrath
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Script 2:16 Tom Keen
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Blurb: Liz is in court to learn if she will go to trial for the murder of the Harbormaster when an unexpected witness appears. Liz sells the apartment Red gave her in the Audrey Hotel. Cooper meets with Tom Connolly.
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Previously on The Blacklist ā¦
Denner: You said that you were on official business when you encountered Mr. Ames on the ship the Phoenix.
Cooper: Youāre the target of a federal murder investigation. Do you really think the best choice at this point is to shut me out?
Denner: I strongly advise you: do not commit perjury to protect her.
Cooper: You ask me a question and I answer it. Are we finished?
Prosecutor: A discharged bullet found at the scene, itās a match to Agent Keenās firearm.
Denner: Letās talk about Tom Keen.
Liz: My ex-husband is dead.
Tom: I just need to go back in, okay? ā I donāt care what it is. Iāll take anything.
The Major: Howās your German?
Red: You trained him to be deep-cover operative. Itās all heās ever done. When one operation ends, he comes back to you for another.
[ Grunts ] The Major: What do you want?
Red: I want Tom Keen.
[ Grunts ] [ Screams ] [ Crying ]
[ Dresden, Germany: A guy is running from a band of guys, trying to escape through an alley. They catch up to him & hit & kick him. A short, white-haired man (Tomās target/sponsor?) speaks: ]
[ In German: ]
White-hair: Give me your cash and your supply. Itās bad enough you people have to live in my country, you have to cut into my business, too. You donāt sell in this neighborhood. Alright? Arkan knows that.
[ Tom arrives, goes to guy whoās being beaten ]
Tom/Christof: You have 30 seconds to give up your stash before he kills you.
Guy: Heās going to kill me anyway.
Tom: Give it up and you have my word that youāll leave here with your life. Understand?
White-hair: Alright?
Others: Where is it?
[ He leads them to it. Tom searches him, finds cash, takes that too ]
Guy: [To Tom ] You said that I could walk if I gave you what you wanted.
Tom: I told you that youād live. I didnāt say that youād walk.
[Tom wrecks his leg, leaving him screaming. ]
Judge Denner: You know what that is?
Liz: Looks like a bullet.
Denner: Itās your bullet. A forensics team pried it from the floorboards of the Phoenix. Ballistics matched it to your FBI-issued 9mm. Thereās more. The crime lab found trace amounts of blood belonging to Samuel Aleko. Hereās the report. See for yourself.
Liz: Why are you showing me this?
Denner: Because it contradicts every word thatās come out of your mouth since you walked in here. Because, at a minimum, it is direct evidence of your perjury, and Iām trying to decide if it should be exhibit A in your murder trial. You made it very clear you never saw Samuel Aleko on the Phoenix. I suppose shooting the man must have slipped your mind.
Liz: I sat right here and told you exactly what happened. Maybe Wilcox is fabricating evidence to support his case.
Denner: You know my record, Agent Keen. Thereās no love lost between me and the federal government. That said, I do recognize that exceptional measures are sometimes required to preserve our security. Talk to me. Enough lies. [ Liz is silent ] I see. Well, in that case, you really leave me no alternative. I canāt shield your actions in the name of national security if you insist on concealing the truth of those actions.
Liz: I did not kill Eugene Ames. Thatās the only truth you need to know.
Denner: Well, a jury may feel differently. And something tells me weāre about to find out. Weāre done. Iāll issue my ruling in the morning.
Red: Die Entrechteten. Really, Aram. These misanthropes have been on my radar for years.
The FBI must have some kind of file.
Aram: No. We do. Iām just finalizing some of the translations. Just a few more seconds.
Samar: Iām sorry. I admit I donāt quite follow this plan.
Red: Agent Keen is facing an indictment for a murder she didnāt commit. Iāve found us a lead on the whereabouts of the one man who can exonerate her ā Tom Keen.
Samar: Wait ā what? Tom Keen is dead. He was shot and killed months ago.
Ressler: No. Agent Keen shot him, but she didnāt kill him.
Red: In what may be Agent Keenās single greatest lapse in judgment, she saved the imposter pretending to be her devoted husband, opting, instead, to hold him captive in the rusty hull of an abandoned ship.
Aram: Please tell me you made that up.ā¤
Ressler: The harbormaster found Tom. He was gonna go to the police, so Tom killed him to keep Liz from going to prison.
Samar: That is ā
Ressler: Insane?
Samar: I was going to say āextremely romantic.āā¤
Ressler: If we can bring Tom back and get Denner to realize that Tom killed Eugene Ames, then maybe we can still stop Liz from being indicted.
Aram: Okay. Here we go. According to our assets in Dresden, you are looking at the leadership structure of Die Entrechteten.
Samar: What the hell does that mean?
Red: āThe Disenfranchised.ā They may look like common street thugs, but donāt underestimate their authority. Theyāre racists masquerading as patriots. āGermany for Germans.ā On the surface, theyāre all about anti-immigration and preservation of the Aryan race, but look a little deeper, and youāll find they care far less about white power than they do about white powder.
Samar: Theyāre drug dealers?
Red: Among the most ruthless in Europe. Somewhere along the line, they realized that keeping German neighborhoods white is more than politics. Itās economics.
Aram: These guys are fighting a street war. Interpol estimates at least a dozen drug-related homicides in the last year alone.
Ressler: Youāre telling me that Tom Keen, the four-eyes who taught third grade, is walking into that?
Samar: How do we find him?
Aram: I can check, but I donāt think we have any friends on the inside.
Red: I do.
Ressler: Iām coming with you.
Red: No, youāre not.
Ressler: Sheās my partner, and you might need a hand from this side of the law to clear her name.
Red: You open your mouth, Donald, and hay flies out. You look and feel and smell like cop. You are what you are. Itās admirable. But this is my world, and youāre a tourist. You blink wrong, we are both dead and your partner goes to prison.ā¤
Ressler: Iāll keep my mouth shut and stay out of the way.
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Liz: [gets off elevator, sees Red & Res] Whatās going on?
Red: Agent Ressler and I were just discussing travel arrangements.
What are you doing here?
Ressler: We found Tom. Weāre gonna make him come back, tell the judge that youāre innocent.
Liz: Can we talk? āā What are you doing?
Red: Whatever it takes to keep you safe.
Liz: Finding Tom will not keep me safe. I lied to the court.
Red: We can handle the perjury count. Itās the murder charge Iād like to avoid.
Liz: How? Judge Dennerās right. I covered it up. At the very least, Iām an accessory after the fact.
Red: Listen to me. Juries care about intent. You didnāt intend to kill the harbormaster. That was Tomās decision. Right now, that judge may think youāre guilty, and itās not easy to let a cold-blooded killer go free, even in the name of national security. But a cold-blooded killer you are not.ā¤ If we can prove Tom is responsible, it might just tip the scales.
Liz: Itās my fault. I never should have put him there. Heāll go to prison for the rest of his life because of me.
Red: One step at a time, Lizzie.
Liz: Heās not gonna come back.
Red: He will. This journey weāre on isnāt over just yet. You may have given up on us, but I havenāt.ā¤
Ruddiger! [ Both laugh ]
Red: I heard the good news!
Ruddiger: Good news? Iām in rehab.
Red: [ Laughs ] Precisely. It requires a great deal of courage and intestinal fortitude for a man to take that first step toward sobriety. I couldnāt do it myself.
Ruddiger: It was court-ordered. I got drunk and crashed my daughterās Passat. Sheāll never speak to me again.
Red: Whatās the ninth step, again? Make amends to those you harmed?
Ruddiger: What do you want?
Red: You do any business with Die Entrechteten?
Ruddiger: No. But I do know others who have. Arms dealer name of Kohl.
Red: Splendid. Perhaps you could put me in touch with him.
Ruddiger: You best try a ouija board.
Red: He was assassinated ā shot dead in his car.
Ruddiger: They do business now with an Austrian ā Becker, I think.
Red: Since when did a pack of stĆ¼mpers like Die Entrechteten get access to military hardware?
Ruddiger: Word is they recruited a new boy. Theyāre looking for F2000 machine guns.
Red: You know where or when?
Ruddiger: No. But if you wire some cash into my patient account, theyāll let me use the phone.
Iāll ask around.
Red: Thank you, Max.
Ruddiger: Yeah.
Red: And rememberā one day at a time, pal.
Red: [ Chuckles ] So, the man weāre looking for is a Franz Becker? The holiest man Iāve ever seen.
Ressler: What church?
Red: [ Laughing ] God, no. I mean he is literally covered in holes. Every square inch of the man is pierced. Itās impressive.
Ressler: Thatās who you think Tom reached out to?
Red: Thatās who I would reach out to. Unfortunately, Tom and I share some propensities.
[ ā« Rock music plays ]
Red: Whatever you think you know about Tom Keen, forget it. The bookish elementary-school teacher was a masterful illusion. The man is an extremely talented covert operative. Iām not surprised he convinced you that his persona was real. Once he takes on a new identity, he convinces himself.
[ Munich, Germany ] [ In German: ]
Police: Down! On the ground! This order is being seized by order of the BMI on suspicion of trafficking in illegal weapons. Whatās in the shipping containers? Answer me!
Guy: Wool gowns.
[ Low-pitched tapping ] [ Low-pitched tapping, hollow tapping ] [Ressler finds guns under the dresses ]
Ressler: Womenās dresses, huh?
Liz: Yes, Jeff, I understand youāre my financial planner, but Iām not asking for your advice on this.
I just need you to do it ā¦ Jeff, of course I know itās a lot of money ā¦ Thank you ā¦ You have the routing number? ā¦ No, I want the account closed and the money transferred today.
[ Knock on door ] Thanks again.
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Liz: Sir, I was just coming ā¦
[ Door slams ]
Cooper: [ Angry ] I perjured myself. I told the judge that you were on that ship for official business, under oath. Iāve crossed my share of lines in this job, but I always told myself that wouldnāt be one of them. Of course you know that. You were counting on it.
Liz: Sir ā
Cooper: I made it clear that I would not lie to the court, I ordered you not to put me in that position, and you intentionally did exactly that.
Liz: Iām sorry, sir. I never wanted ā
Cooper: That is exactly what you wanted! Damn it, Keen! Grow up! You want to play the angles? You want to leverage your friends and colleagues, at least have the decency to admit it.
Liz: Iām not sorry for what I did, but I am sorry that it had to be done. I wanted Berlin dead. I wanted him to pay for what he did to Meera, to you, to all of us. I brought Tom to that ship for us.
I donāt regret it, and Iām not gonna lay down and quietly go to prison for it.
Cooper: Can you even hear yourself, Agent Keen? You held another human being captive. You set in motion a chain of events that cost an innocent man his life. What you did wasnāt right. It wasnāt necessary. It was a crime ā way outside the lines of what we stand for. I came in here to say that I donāt recognize you anymore. But after what I did today, the truth is, I donāt recognize myself.
Liz: Sir, youāre bleeding.
Are you all right?
Cooper: I- Iām fine. [ Collapses ]
Liz: Oh! Sir! I need help in here!
[ Needle buzzing ]
Red: So, itās ink now. My goodness, Franz. As if you hadnāt found enough ways to decorate that pink hide of yours.
Franz: [ Accented Englisg ] Hello, Red.
Red: You know, Freud hypothesized that tattoos are a defense mechanism, a way of externalizing some internal trauma. So tell me ā what secret pain are you hiding beneath that already crowded exterior?
Franz: Dude, I just like tattoos.
Red: [ Laughs ] I thought perhaps it had something to do with that recent snafu at the airport. I heard about what happened with your shipment.
Franz: What do you want, Red?
Red: A quiet place next to a lovely stream where I can watch things float by ā someday.ā¤ But I do have a certain sway with the appropriate German authorities.mI can get your shipment released from customs.
Franz: This is very kind of you. Whatās the catch?
Red: In exchange for getting your weapons released, I keep 35% of the shipment ā a transaction fee.
Franz: Red, those weapons arenāt mine. Theyāre earmarked for a client. Iām about to close with another broker to replace the shipment.
Red: Thatāll cost you dearly.
Franz: Iām supposed to make delivery tonight. And those arenāt the kind of guys you want to piss off.
Red: My eveningās wide open. And thereās nothing I appreciate more than customer service. It appears weāre partners, Franz. So, just sit back and let that tattoo dry or set or whatever the hell it is tattoos do, and Iāll handle the negotiations on our behalf.
Liz: [ At hospital ] Dr. Harper. Iām Agent Keen. I was with Director Cooper when he was brought in.
Doctor: You were present for the seizure?
Liz: Yes, is that what that was? He seemed fine, ā and then all of a sudden, his nose,ā
Charlene: Liz.
Liz: Oh, my God.
Charlene: Where is he? W-what are they saying?
Liz: This is Dr. Harper. This is Mrs. Cooper.
Doctor: Mrs. Cooper, your husbandās being evaluated as we speak.
Charlene: Is he conscious?
Doctor: Iām afraid not, but itās still early. It appears your husband experienced a rather significant seizure that may be due to his condition, or his condition exacerbated by a high level of stress.
Liz: He was with me. We were arguing.
Charlene: But heās okay? I mean, he will be okay?
Doctor: Mrs.
Cooper, I wish I could be more specific. But, as I said, itās still early.
[ Munich. At Receiving Deck.] [In German:]
White-hair guy: Whereās the Austrian? Heās late.
Tom/Christof: Relax. Heāll be here.
White-hair: If this goes wrong, neither of us will live to regret it.
[ SUV pulls in slowly ]
Tom: See. You worry too much.
White-hair: Iāll get Elias [ walks off ]
[ Engine shuts off, garage door whirring ]
[ Tom walks over to SUV, sees Red and Ressler: ]
Red: Guten Abend. [ Good evening ]
[ In English: ]
Tom/Jake/Christof: What the hell are you doing here?
Red: I know you were expecting Franz Becker. But Franz and his men ran into some unexpected turbulence at the airport.
Tom: Turn your car around and get out of here.
Red: I canāt do that. Elizabeth is in trouble.
Tom: Are you listening? Youāre gonna get us all killed.
Red: Sheās about to be indicted for the harbormasterās murder. You need to come back with us.
Tom: Thatās not happening.Tell her sheās on her own.
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Elias: [ in German ] Is there a problem?
Red: Youāre damn right thereās a problem. Elias, my name is Raymond Reddington. At the risk of sounding immodest, perhaps my reputation precedes me.
Elias: Reddington. I know who you are.
Red: Wonderful! Hereās the problem as I see it. You were expecting a shipment of weapons from an Austrian dealer named Franz Becker. Unfortunately, that shipment was recently seized by the Bundespolizei. If youād like to have your men confirm that before we proceed, I wonāt be offended.
Elias: Letās assume I believe you. Letās assume also youāre going somewhere with this.
Red: I am. It turns out, dear Franzieās the subject of a BMI investigation.
Tom: [In German ] Franz is clean.
Red: You ordered guns from a trafficker who has been under heavy surveillance for the last two months. Iām offering the same goods for the same price.
Tom: [ in German ] I donāt like this ā¦
Elias: Iām listening.
Red: There is, however, one small matter to tidy up first. This one ā he brokered the deal with Franzie. That means either, one, he has exceptionally poor judgment or, two, heās working with the German authorities. Iām not enamored with either scenario.
Tom: [in German ] Heās lying. And him? He looks like a cop. [ referring to Ressler ]
Ressler: Elias. Thatās because I am a cop. [[ Ressler understands German? ]]
Red: Heās not just a cop. Heās with the FBIās Counterterrorism Task Force, and heās on my payroll. How do you think we know your guyās under investigation? Elias. Give him to me.
Iāll bleed him for whatever intelligence he has and then eliminate the problem.
Elias: Or maybe I just take him out back and shoot him.
Red: Fine! That works for me.
Tom: [ in German ] If Franz is under investigation, itās because he put him there, so he can get a cut of that deal.
[ Shoot-out. Red, Ressler and Dembe prevail, but Tom has fled ]
Ressler.: We got to go after him.
Red: No. We came to deliver a message, and we have. āā See? [ Indicating blasted out window on SUV ] Thatās why we got the insurance. Dembe!
Detective Marty Wilcox: Brad! Brad! I told you she was guilty. Sheās getting ready to run.
Brad (prosecuting attorney): What is this?
Wilcox: Agent Keen just closed one of her accounts. She moved all the money to an offshore account an hour ago.
Brad: Itās not illegal to close an account, Detective. Whatās illegal is monitoring her financials ā without a warrant.
Wilcox: Please. Main Justice wants to shut down our murder investigation ā and we have to play by the rules?
Brad: Yes, we do. I know you want to solve this, Marty, but youāre taking it way too personally.
Wilcox: Look, she knows sheās gonna be indicted. That money is on its way out of country, and Agent Keen is leaving right behind it.
[ Cellphone rings ]
Ressler: Ressler.
Tom: [ on phone ] Give me Reddington.
Ressler: Itās him.
Red: [ to Tom ] You know, they say you can judge a man by the company he keeps.
Tom: Do you have any idea what you just did? I was in.
Red: Yes. And now youāre out. You didnāt seem inclined to leave your new friends willingly, so I had to improvise.
Tom: I was on assignment. I had a contract.
Red: Circumstances change. Think, Tom. Iām the one who told you to go and never come back, so for me to be responsible for your return, you must know I donāt have a comparable option.
Tom: No. I am not going back.
Red: Sheāll be indicted. Not just for perjury, not just for obstruction ā for murder. The local authorities think she killed the harbormaster. Sheās going to prison.
Tom: Iām the only reason sheās not in prison already. That harbormaster was gonna call the cops.
Red: Yes, but thatās all beside the point. You know what to do, Tom. Are you gonna let a crime you committed to protect Elizabeth be the reason she goes to jail?
Tom: Like you care.
Red: What does that mean?
Tom: You are using her. You have been using her from the very beginning. You need her on the outside so you can keep your little task force up and running.
Red: Iām glad we had this talk. I know youāll do the right thing.
Tom: Listen to me. I am gone. Lizzie did this to herself the second she threw me in that hole.
I am not going down. Not for her. And sure as hell not for you.
Liz: Any word?
Charlene: You really donāt have to stay.
Liz: Well Charlene, the last thing I want to do is pry, but Dr. Harper mentioned his ācondition.ā Charlene: Haroldās a private man. ā¦ Harold has a brain tumor. Glioblastoma, itās called. Doctors found it last year when he was admitted after being attacked. They suggested that he leave the Bureau. Any undue stress could exacerbate his illness. But ā but Harold, thatā that job It means everything to him.
Liz: Iām so sorry. I had no idea.
Charlene: The original prognosis was less than a year. But we found this experimental trial program. By some miracle, Harold was accepted. They were giving him some new chemotherapy drug. [ Sighs ] We thought it might be working, but after today Iām not so sure. Liz, you canāt say anything. Please promise me. Harold is so proud, the idea that [Chuckles] you and the others feeling sorry for him ā
Liz: No, I understand. This stays between us. You have my word.
Charlene: Thank you.
Aram: Iām collecting signatures for a get-well card for Mr. Cooper.
Samar: āGet well, bitch. Weāve got some partying to doā?
Aram: Too much? I just thought ā I mean, I wanted to make him laugh, you know? I mean, if itās serious.
Samar: Liz called from the hospital.
Aram: She did? And is it bad? Itās bad, isnāt it?
Samar: Apparently, heās hypoglycemic.
Aram: Low blood sugar?
Samar: Worst-case scenario, heās pre-diabetic. Heāll be fine.
Aram: Wow. Guess I donāt need the card anymore.
Did you find Tom?
Ressler: Yeah, we found him. Told him what was at stake. He wasnāt moved.
Samar: Didnāt realize you were interested in his opinion.
Ressler: We were interested in his confession. He made it clear we werenāt gonna get it.
[ Keys thud, drawer closes ]
Samar: So you went all that way and you didnāt bring him back?
Court officer: All rise.
Judge Denner: I will make this quick. This whole business started because the Justice Department sought to quash a lawful subpoena issued to Harold Cooper, Assistant FBI Director.
Ms. Wright?
Wright: Mr. Cooper had a medical issue, Your Honor. Heās unable to be with us.
Denner: Is that right? Well, do send him my best. Let him know heās not the only one sickened by this proceeding. For the record, I have completed my in camera assessment of the Justice Departmentās position.
Wright: Your Honor, before you continue, may I have a word?
Denner: Youāve made yourself amply clear, Counsel.
Wright: Sidebar, Your Honor?
Denner: Denied.
Wright: On behalf of the Attorney General himself, I must insist.
Denner: The Attorney General? Get up here ā both of you. If the Attorney General is so interested in what goes on in my courtroom, ā he can come down here and tell me himself.
Wright: He will. Maybe not in person, but Iāve been informed a representative will be here shortly.
Denner: Too little, too late.
Wright: Iām asking the court to withhold any ruling until the AGās rep has been afforded ā
Denner: Denied. Look at my face, Ms. Wright. Get as close as you feel is necessary to understand what Iām saying. Denied.
Court officer: Your Honor.
Denner: What is it?
CO: We have a situation in the corridor.
Denner: āA situationā? What the hell does that mean?
CO: Thereās someone out there demanding that he speak with you. He says heās the killer.
Denner: I see. Well, then, I guess you should bring him in. [ Tom is led in ] The officer informs me that you have confessed to the murder of Eugene Ames. Tom?
Tom: Yes.
Denner: And you are?
Tom: My name is Tom Keen.
Denner: Mr. Keen. Iām so relieved. Somebody told me you were dead. Your ex-wife said you were dead. She said she shot you in self-defense when you abducted her for Berlin.
Tom: She saved me.
Denner: She held you captive on the boat the Phoenix to squeeze you for intelligence about your employer.
Tom: Yeah, look. None of that matters. All right, the only thing that matters is that I killed that man. The guy walked on the wrong ship at the wrong time.
Denner: So you snapped his neck, just like that.
Tom: No. It took a few seconds.
Denner: Why are you telling me all this? You do realize whatās going to happen to you as a result of your confession today?
Tom: I donāt care what happens to me. I came here for her. All right, I need you to know that Elizabeth Keen would never have hurtā I donāt even remember his name.
Denner: His name was Eugene Ames.
Tom: I killed Eugene Ames without Lizās help. In fact, she tried to stop me. She begged me not to do it.
Liz: [ Knock on door ] Hey. I just saw Charlene. She said it was okay.
Cooper: Come in. [ re: large bouquet of flowers ] From Agent Mojtabai. Apparently, Aram thought I died.
Liz: [ Laughs ] You might have if you hadnāt missed the corner of my desk on your way down.
Now, about what you were saying, our conversation
Cooper: Agent Keen ā No. I told you I wouldnāt put you in the position where you had to lie for me, and I did, and I am ashamed of that. I know you believe you were acting in the interests of the task force. Doesnāt justify it.
Liz: I wouldnāt even be here if it werenāt for you. I mean, I certainly couldnāt have survived the last year and a half without you. Youāre the only person in the world I completely trust.ā¤mAnd to hear you say that you donāt even recognize me ā
Cooper: Iām not upset at you for changing. After what youāve been pulled into, I- it would be impossible for you not to. Iām just Iām upset because I donāt want to see the person that I first met, that good person ā I donāt want to see her get lost in all of it.
Charlene: The doctor is ready to discuss the test results.
Judge Denner: You know, before today, I would have said I had seen everything. Now I know I havenāt seen a damn thing. Even if what youāre saying is true, Elizabeth Keen still has a lot to answer for.
Tom: Doesnāt matter now.
Denner: Well, weāll see if your wife agrees when sheās serving felony time for perjury, not to mention facing an indictment for kidnapping, witness tampering, obstruction.
Tom: You can make all that go away.
Denner: Prosecution could still charge her with murder.
Tom: I told you she didnāt kill anyone.
Denner: They will argue that she acted in concert. She didnāt stop you. She knew that the harbormaster would contact the police. She wanted him to die. At a minimum, she was an accessory after the fact.
Tom: She had no intent. I was the one who made the decision to act.
Denner: Yeah, so you say. The harbormaster would have saved you. Why kill him?
Tom: To protect her.
Denner: The woman you spent the last two years of your life betraying? Someone you lied to, spied on, sold out, and betrayed? A woman you married as a job? She held you prisoner!
Tom: She wasnāt thinking clearly. I needed to do something, or she would have gone to prison.
Denner: Youāre in love with her. I wonāt even try to express how twisted that is.ā¤ Okay, Mr. Keen, or whatever the hell your name is. You want to fall on your sword for this woman, so be it. I will recommend that Agent Keen not be charged with the murder of Eugene Ames. But as to the other potential charges, Iām allowing the grand jury to proceed. Officers! Find a seat for Mr.
Keen in the pens until further notice.
Tom: Wait! Listen! I will make a confession. I will give you a full deal. But you have to promise me that you leave Liz out of this.
Denner: That deal wonāt happen.
CO: Iām sorry, Your Honor. I told Mr. Connolly you were ā
Denner: Itās fine, Rosemary. Get him [ Tom ]out of here.
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[ In Chambers ]
Denner: Well, well, well. Reven Wright said that Main Justice would be sending an attack dog.
Connolly: Youāre out of your mind. I mean, the Beltwayās been saying it for years, but you really are out of your mind.
Denner: Well, in 30 years on the bench, Iāve learned their bark is far worse than their bite.
Connolly: Not this time. What did you do, Richard? What the hell did you do?
Denner: I conducted an in camera hearing, which I have every right to do.
Connolly: You have no right, and you damn well know it. Youāre not cleared to hear national security cases. We have a FISA court for that, and youāre not on it ā period. You compelled two federal agents to divulge national secrets under threat of imminent incarceration.
Denner: They violated my order.
Connolly: To hell with your order! Your order was a per se violation of the Espionage Act, the Patriot Act.
Denner: Intimidation, threats ā this is the way our government works. Iām supposed to just take your word for the fact that this case involves national security?
Connolly: Thatās right. Youāre a Superior Court judge, Richard. This case is so far over your head, itād make your nose bleed. You intentionally accessed classified intelligence without authority. I should have you arrested right here and now.
Denner: Smiling Tommy Connolly. You always were a smug bastard.
Connolly: And you were always a paranoid, self-righteous prick ā Your Honor.ā¤ Hereās what weāre gonna do. Youāre gonna quash this subpoena.
Denner: And if I donāt?
Connolly: You will. In everyoneās career, thereās a crossroads, Richard ā a moment where what theyāll say next will define their lives, decide their future.
Denner: Is this task force really that important to you?
Connolly: I donāt know what that is. And neither do you. You crossed the line. Iām willing to move past it. And who knows? Maybe one day, when Iām AG, weāll get you on a real court. [ Laughs ]
Dr. Levin: It appears as if the treatment you were receiving in the clinical trial has slowed the growth of the glioblastoma.
Cooper: But the seizure?
Doctor: Chemo drugs are powerful. They have side effects. That can include damaged neurons.
My guess is thatās what caused the seizure.
Cooper: You think it was a side effect from the medication?
Doctor: Yes.mAnd no reflection on your overall health.
Charlene: Which youāre saying is improving. This is one test, and your husband has a very aggressive illness. But it does appear as if we should stay the course. And youāll be discharged this afternoon. Now, weāll continue to monitor these side effects.
Court officer: All rise.
Judge Denner: Oh, sit down. The government has shown nothing but disrespect for this courtās authority, so spare me the hollow reverence. Let me be clear. Government secrecy ā the idea that the federal government can act, can surveil, can detail, can interrogate, and even kill American citizens with no oversight or accountability, with no obligation to present the people with the evidence that led to their actions ā that, in my view, is the gravest threat to our national security. It erodes the very foundation of our great democracy.
[ Connolly enters ]
Denner: This is a system of checks and balances founded on a separation of powers. The fact that any federal prosecutor who utters the magic words, who invokes national security, can suppress cases, can quash subpoenas, can avoid grand juriesā¦ That offends me!
And so Iām very glad that in this matter, the government has done the responsible thing and complied with my request to review the evidence supporting its claim. Having done so I am satisfied that if Assistant Director Cooper or Agent Keen were compelled to testify, it would expose national secrets and have the potential to do material damage to the national interest.
Prosecutor: Your Honor!
Denner: Let me save you the trouble, Mr. Markin. You and I, for all of our accomplishments, remain rather small fish in this deep and dark federal pool. If that point hasnāt already been made clear to your boss, Iām sure it will be very shortly.
Wilcox: You canāt do this!! A man is dead, a lieutenant in the Metro PD!
Denner: And his death is a tragedy, sir. Agent Keen, his name was Lieutenant Eugene Ames. Never forget it. And let the good work you do from this day forward in some way be a tribute to his memory.
Wilcox [ to Liz ]: Thatās it. You have to live with that. You know what you did.
Prosecutor: Marty, letās go.
Wilcox: So, so, t-thatās how it is now, right? T-the feds are just above the law. [ To Liz ] You know, he was a good man. And now I have to go out in that hallway, and Iāve got to explain to his wife and daughter how thereās no justice for a guy who gave most of his life in service to this city.
Connolly: Thatās enough.
[ Wilcox exits ]
Connolly: [ to Liz ] Canāt really blame him. Heās playing a game with less than half the pieces.
Liz: Maybe it should have ended. Maybe heās right.
Liz: [ to Connolly ] Whatās gonna happen to Tom?
Connolly: Who?
Liz: My ex-husband, Tom Keen?
Connolly: I never met him. Thereās no Tom Keen in federal custody. [ iow, heās free to go ]
Wilcox: [ in hallway! to Amesā widow & daughter ] Iām sorry. Iām so sorry. Itās just ā we tried.
[ Door opens ]
Connolly: Missed you in court today, Harold.
Cooper: I hope everythingās all right. You made it all disappearā just like that.
Connolly: Hey, think of it this way. Most Americans would kill for that kind of job security.
Cooper: I didnāt think you knew everything about our little task force.
Connolly: [ Chuckles ] Learn something every day. I was serious when I said Iād be the next AG.
Iāve been briefed on Reddington and a handful of other things I instantly wished I didnāt know. But thatās the gig.
Cooper: Iām starting to think maybe the gig is getting old. So am I.
Connolly: [ Laughing ] No. You donāt mean that. Maybe youāre a little dinged up. But youāre still at the top of your game. You perjured yourself for one of your team. I admit I didnāt expect that. But I sure as hell do respect it.ā¤
Cooper: Guess my principles arenāt what they used to be. Neither are yours.
Connolly: Thatās where youāre wrong, buddy. I never had any principles. Thatās why Iām on a rocket to the top. This thing with Reddington ā itās important. Youāve done more since you started than most of our best covert units do in a lifetime. Weād do worse than we did today to protect it.
ā« But Iām gonna be here until Iām nothing but bones in the ground
And hey. so quiet down
Connolly [ Leaving, looks back ]: Now I have something to hold over your head. Just kidding, buddy. You have a good night.
Jeff: The paperwork is complete. The account has been established for Mr. Amesā daughter.
You sure you want to do this?
Liz: Yes. And the scholarship, itās anonymous, correct?
Jeff: Yes. The bank will reach out and theyāll explain everything.
Liz: Thank you.
ā« no one worried ācause they knew just where Iād be ā¦
Red: Now I understand why you sold the apartment I gave you.
Liz: Eugene Ames was 67 years old. The only reason he was still working was to get his daughter through college.
Red: Be careful, Lizzie. Because the truth of it is, once you start down this road thereās no logical place to stop. You can see to her education, health insurance, housing.
[ Chuckles ] You can watch her or have her watched, keep her safe, try to ascertain her hopes, dreams, desires.
ā« but I am fine with where I am now ā¦
Red: Pull strings, call in favors to discreetly smooth the path. And for the first few years, it may work. Youāll draw some measure of virtue from being her invisible benefactor.
ā« but you can blame me when thereās no one left to blame ā¦
oh I donāt mindā¦
Red: But that wonāt last. Itās all a fraud. That itās really not about her at all. That itās all about you. And youāre just going through the motions to salve your own guilt. Look, all the money, all the time and effort, all the favors in the world cannot possibly equal what you took away from her. Everything else is just a nice gesture.
ā« all my life
Liz: You knew about Tom ā that if he came back theyād exonerate him to protect the task force.
Heād get his life back. You saved a man you hate to save me.
ā« does everything go away? yeah, everything goes away
but Iām gonna be here till forever ā¦
[ Cellphone buzzing ]
Liz: Keen.
Tom: Hey, itās me. You okay? Where are you? Are you okay?
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ALWAYS GOLD
By Radical Faceā« We were tight knit boys
Brothers in more than name
You would kill for me
And knew that Iād do the same
And it cut me sharp
Hearing youād gone awayBut everything goes away
Yeah everything goes awayBut Iām going to be here until Iām nothing
But bones in the groundAnd I was there, when you grew restless
Left in the dead of night
And I was there, when three months later
You were standing in the door all beat and tired
And I stepped asideEverything goes away
Yeah everything goes away
But Iām gonna be here until Iām nothing
But bones in the ground
So quiet downWe were opposites at birth
I was steady as a hammer
No one worried cause they knew just where Iād be
And they said you were the crooked kind
And that youād never have no worth
But you were always gold to meAnd back when we were kids
We swore we knew the future
And our words would take us half way āround the world
But I never left this town
And you never saw New York
And we aināt ever cross the seaBut I am fine with where I am now
This home is home, and all that I need
But for you, this place is shame
But you can blame me when thereās no one left to blameOh I donāt mind
All my life
Iāve never known where youāve been
There were holes in you
The kind that I could not mendAnd I heard you say
Right when you left that day
Does everything go away?
Yeah, everything goes away.But Iām going to be here till forever
So just call when youāre aroundā¦ALWAYS GOLD
By Radical FaceĀ
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Last updated: 8/9/2015
Program air date: 3/26/2015 in the US
Script with extras: http://wp.me/pDKwi-LE
Source: Raw Scripts from Springfield [UK]: http://bit.ly/1Do56Zu
NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1CUXCzd
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Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Director: Donald Thorin, Jr
Writers: JR Orci, Lukas Reiter, Jon Bokenkamp
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Script 2:17 The Longevity Initiative
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Blurb: A billionaire is funding research to lengthen human life, but the doctor in charge is taking the research in a very different direction. Tom is faced with threats to his life and seeks refuge.
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Lloyd: This is the third one this month.
Dr. Powell: Iām well aware of that.
Lloyd: I wasnāt brought on for this. I thought we agreed weāre just supposed to find them.
Powell: Things change, Lloyd.
Lloyd: I need you to be more careful.
Powell: Are you telling me how to do my job?
Lloyd: Iām warning you. One or two more of these experiments goes south, and someoneās gonna get wind of what weāre doing here.
Powell: And youāre being well compensated to take on that risk, Lloyd, but if youāre telling me that youād rather not continue, we will find somebody else. Is that what youād prefer?
[ Police radio chatter ]
Officer: License and registration, please.
Lloyd: Evening, Officer.
Officer: Evening.
Lloyd: Sure. No problem.
Officer: What are you hauling here?
Lloyd: Produce.
Officer: And, uh, where to?
Lloyd: Sanborn.
Officer: Sanborn, huh? Are you aware that this highwayās a drug-smuggling route into Ontario?
Lloyd: I wouldnāt know anything about that.
Officer: Good, then you wouldnāt mind me taking a look in the back of the vehicle, would you? You want to remove the sheet, please?
[ Lloyd pulls back sheet revealing woman w a craniotomy ]
Officer: What theā
[ Lloyd hits him; struggle; Loyd gets Officerās gun, points it at him ]
Officer: Donātā
[ Lloyd shoots Officer several times, leaps into his police car and takes off ]
[ Siren wailing ] [ Alarm blaring ] [ Blaring stops ]
Charlene: Honey, whatās wrong? You left your cane.
Cooper: I didnāt need it. For the first time in I donāt know how long, Char, I just got up and walked. [ Both chuckle ] Just a few steps. Hurt like hell.
Charlene: [ Sighs ] Well, the treatment?
Cooper: Itās working. After the attack, I didnāt think Iād ever be the same, and after the diagnosisā
Charlene: And you heard what the doctor saidā tumorās shrinking. And itās working. Mm.
Tom: Hey, donāt hang up. Iām in trouble.
Liz: The judge cleared you of everything.
Tom: Itās not about the harbormaster.
Liz: I canāt.
Tom: Look, when Reddington blew my cover, he exposed me to some very dangerous people, and now theyāre looking for me. And the guy who places me, I canāt get in touch with him.
Liz: [ Sternly ] Tomā
Tom: And these people, these Germansā
[ Car pulls up with The Major in back seat ]
Tom: Hold on.
The Major: Get in.
Tom: Where the hell you been? Howād you find me?
The Major: If I can, they can. They flagged you leaving Dresden. Your passports are burned.
Throw me the bag! Get in!
Tom: [ To Liz ] All right, look, I got to go, ā but Iāll be all right.
The Major: We got to leave!
Tom: I know! Give me a second!
The Major: Now!
Tom: I know what today is. Have fun at Wing Yeeās tonight.
Liz: Goodbye, Tom.
[ Red enters, pulls out bottle of wine ]
Liz: Whatās this?
Red: You donāt remember, do you?
Liz: What?
Red: The grapevines. The ones you and Sam harvested.
Liz: Of course. I- I remember. Along the garden fence, we would pickā Is this fromā
Red: A bottle of wine you made with Sam when you were a child. Happy birthday, Lizzie. Youāve become everything Sam dreamed you would and more. Share it with someone special. That said, itās probably undrinkable by now, so I also brought you an ā82 Brunello as a backup.
Liz: [ Sighs ] 31! No offense, but thatās old.
Red: My yogi tells me that time doesnāt exist. He fully intends to live forever, and tragically, heās not the only one. Tell me, what do you know about the Longevity Initiative?
Liz: I havenāt heard of it.
Red: Itās a private company dedicated to extending human life indefinitely, funded by none other than Roger Hobbs.
Liz: The tech billionaire?
Red: Yes. He started years ago. I know because he offered me the opportunity to invest as a founding partner in the project. I passed.
Liz: You know Roger Hobbs personally?
Red: Roger is considerably smarter than the above-average bear, and now it appears he may also be as deadly. Youāre aware of the New York state trooper who was gunned down last night in the line of duty?
Liz: The suspectās still missing, but they found mutilated bodies in the back of the truck.
Red: Not mutilated. Experimented on. The Longevity Initiative has entered the human-trial phase. If theyāve made a breakthrough, they need to test it.
Liz: On innocent victims.
Red: With any luck, Iāll be dead-wrong. Perhaps youāll have a better sense once youāve spoken with Roger Hobbs.
Ressler: Sorry to bother you at home.
Hobbs: Actually, the Longevity Initiative does not have any dedicated office space. We fund research all over the world.
Liz: How many employees?
About a thousand.
Liz: All doing research on immortality?
Hobbs: Sounds like science-fiction, I know, but itās all grounded work. We have a goalā to solve the death riddle. To do that, we target the issue from every angle. We support unproven advanced genetic technologies that the mainstream establishment wonāt even touch. Simply put, we are trying to extend the life of the human body as long as possible.
Ressler: How about we talk about the three dead bodies, all with craniotomies, found being smuggled in the back of a truck? What are the chances that we connect those dead bodies back to you and your, uh, experiment?
Hobbs: You canāt possibly think one of my scientists was responsible.
Liz: There is speculation that some of your employees might have thought it was time for human trials.
Hobbs: I mean, look, I have enough lawyers on speed dial to fill a stadium. Iām here talking to you because this project means everything to me. We have nothing to hide.
Liz: Weāll need a list of all of your researchers.
Done. You have my full cooperation.
Ressler: That was the MEās office. We have to go. Thank you.
Liz: Thank you for your time.
Hobbs: Mm-hmm.
Maynard: You were rightā these people were experimented on. All three victims died during a neurosurgical procedure.
Ressler: For what purpose?
Maynard: Unclear. But foreign cells were introduced into their brain tissue.
Liz: What kinds of cells?
Maynard: Well, some of them were fetal stem cells, but some were, well not human.
Liz: Bizarre
Maynard: When the bodies came in, they all had catastrophic damage to the frontal lobe of the brain. Naturally, I thought that damage was caused by whatever experiment led to their death, but then, I got an ID of one of the victims, and [ Exhales sharply ]
Ressler: So, the experiments didnāt cause the brain damage.
Maynard: No. Youāre looking at William Eckhoff. He was in a skiing accident, suffered multiple bone fractures, but most importantly, a traumatic brain injuryā couldnāt speak. In fact, he was reported missing three days ago from a care facility in Hagerstown.
Liz: Who would abduct a defenseless, disabled man and subject him to such cruelty?
Dr Powell: What did you do? Why am I looking at my patients on every newscast?!
Lloyd: I could care less about your patients. I murdered a cop.
Powell: [ Inhales sharply ] I donāt believe this.
Lloyd: I told you if we kept going, weād attract unwanted attention. Iām gone. Iām leaving the country. You do the same.
Powell: I canāt do that. I have to go. Iām with a patient.
āā
[ Monitor beeping ]
Powell: Well, then [ Sighs ] Letās continue. Tell me your name, please. [ Machine beeping ] There we go. Letās try that again. Tell me your name. Tell me your name. Come on, you can try harder. Tell me your name, please. [ Shouts ] Tell me your name!
[ Monitor beeping rapidly ]
Powell: Thatās it. Tell me your name.
[ Patient has seizure ]
Powell: Get in here! Sheās seizing!
[ Flatline ]
[ Knock on door ]
Connolly: Is this a bad time?
Cooper: Of course not. Have a seat.
You look good, Harold. How have you been feeling?
Cooper: Much better, actually, thanks in part to you. Thank you, Tom.
Connolly: Youāre welcome.
Cooper: So, what is it that brings you by?
Connolly: It came to my attention that a couple of your people paid a visit to Roger Hobbs.
Cooper: Came to your attention. Are you monitoring our investigations now?
Connolly: Easy, Harold. Itās not like that.
Cooper: This Hobbs a friend of yours, then?
Connolly: Heās a friend of ours. His companies hold multiple defense contracts. Heās one of the good guys.
Cooper: Why do I need to know this?
Connolly: Iām sensing some defensiveness.
Cooper: It sounds like youāre suggesting that all of this information should somehow impact my investigation, which canāt be true because weāve known each other too long for you to cross that line.
Connolly: Iām not crossing any lines. Iām just passing along some background. That said, all things being equal, Iād like to see this guy given the benefit of the doubt.
Cooper: All things are never equal.ā¤
Connolly: Listen, Harold, you should do what you think is right. I certainly hope that nothing Iāve said would imply otherwise.
Cruz: We were all heartbroken when we heard about what happened to William. We were mortified when we thought he might have wandered away under our supervision.
Liz: Are you saying he was abducted?
Ressler: We think so, yes.
Liz: I imagine you must have some security measures in place. Would you be able to provide us with a list of people who had access to the facility the day he disappeared?
Cruz: Iāll get that for you right away.
Liz: And where was William last seen?
Cruz: The south yard. Diane, one of our best caretakers, was taking the patients out for some air. William was sitting with John Paul. Diane said she turned away for just a few moments and when she looked back, he was gone.
Liz: May I talk to John Paul?
Cruz: You can try, but heās not very communicative.
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Liz: Looks like a good hand youāve got there. Iām Elizabeth. Iām with the FBI. I was wondering if I could ask you some questions about William Eckhoff? You were with him when he disappeared, am I right? The people I work withā weāre looking for him. Is there anything you can tell us? Did you see anything? [ he shoves King of Diamonds card at her ] Was there anyone else there with you that we could speak to? [ shoves King of Diamonds closer to her ] Thank you for your time.
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Ressler: Any luck?
Liz: No. You?
Ressler: Security log the day of the disappearance. Everyone on site was authorized to be here.
Liz: [ Looks at log ] Hmm. āGold Crown Pharmaceuticals.ā Lloyd Munroe.
Cruz: Heās one of their reps. He visited one of our physicians that afternoon.
Ressler: Does that mean something to you?
āā
[ Liz returns to John Paul ]
Gold Crown Pharmaceuticals? Is that what youāre trying to tell me?
Liz: [ On phone ] Hey, guys, what you got?
Aram: A birthday card and 31 red-velvet cupcakes. Uh, well, uh, 30. I couldnāt resist. When are you coming back?
Liz: Aram, the suspect.
Aram: Work. Right.
Okay, Lloyd Munroeā 37 years old, of North Beach, Maryland. No criminal history. I just called Gold Crown. They said he didnāt report for work today. Iām running his phone and financials now.
Samar Navabi: Iāve got something. One of the other victims was a patient at Landover Hills. Guess which pharmaceutical rep was there the morning he disappeared.
Liz: Lloyd Munroe. Thatās got to be our guy. That canāt be a coincidence.
Ressler: Letās bring him in.
Aram: That might actually be a problem. According to his recent credit-card activity, Lloyd Munroe just bought a bus ticket out of Buffalo on the Silver Line.
Liz: Get the local PD on the line. Tell them they need to stop that bus.
Ressler: You know, not everyoneās so anxious to leave. Put a flag on Tom, all his known aliasesā he hasnāt left.
Liz: You donāt know that for sure.
Ressler: Has he reached out to you?
Liz: No.
Ressler: Heās a murderer, Keen. Just ācause he got off doesnāt change that.
Liz: I donāt even know where he is.
The Major: Iāll drop you off at Hilltop Lanes. Thereās a locker thereā B-15. Tickets are in a go bag. Take the first flight you can to London. Mr. Pitts will be waiting.
Tom: Reddington just showed up. I donāt know how.
The Major: Itās not on Reddington.
Tom: [ Sighs ] I didnāt have a choice, bud. Iām sorry. Whereās my gun? Iām not going to London, am I?
The Major: [ Sighs, pointing gun at him ] My uncle was a farmer. He had a beautiful border collieā smart, well-trained, loyal as hellā but one summer, that dog, he got into the hen house, killed half the chickens. My uncle loved that dog, but he knew he had to be put down.
Tom: I can go someplace far away from here.
The Major: You burned Reddington for the girl, and I looked the other way. And then thereās Dresden.
Tom: This is me!
The Major: You went to the feds for the girl, Jacob.
Tom/Jake: Youāre gonna put a bullet in my head? After Cape Town?
The Major: Roll down the window.
Tom: Iām not just some operative, all right? You know me. You raised me.
The Major: You knew the rules, kid. I warned you about the girl, and sheās cost you your life.
[ Tires screech; crash! German guys get out and grab Tom and The Major ]
Liz: [ To Lloyd Munroe ] You know what this is? Itās the ballistics report that proves the gun you had on you was the same one used to murder that cop. Killing a police officer is a capital offense. That makes you eligible for the death penalty.
Lloyd: I donāt know anything.
Ressler: Right, which is why we found you on a bus fleeing the country.
Liz: We want the people you work for. Give them to us, and weāll talk to the US Attorney, recommend a life sentence. You do enough, you might even get the possibility of parole.
Lloyd: Julian Powell. Thatās who paid meā a doctor named Julian Powell.
Ressler: Paid you to do what?
Lloyd: He needed test subjects, ones that fit very specific requirements.
Liz. People with frontal-lobe damage.
Lloyd: And I was able to locate them because, as a drug rep, I had access to care facilities.
Ressler: Tell us about Roger Hobbs. Whatās his connection to all of this?
Lloyd: I donāt know who that is.
Liz: If youāre lyingā
Lloyd: Iām not lying. I can help you. I always deliver and pick up the test subjects from the same place.
Townsend: Clinicās secure. Upon entry, our team encountered two unknown subsā white males, mid-30s. They appeared to be med techs of some kind. Theyāre in custody.
Ressler: What about Powell?
Townsend: Not a sign of him, but what we did find, you got to see for yourself.
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Liz: Dr. Maynard.
Maynard: Meet victim number four. Same profile as the others, unfortunately, but at least now we know what weāre looking at.
Ressler: We do?
Maynard: Powellās been experimenting on patients with a very specific and severe form of brain damage. Heās been injecting their brains with a collection of cellsā a combination of fetal stem cells and some kind of foreign matter.
Ressler: So, heās injecting their brains with jellyfish cells.
Maynard: Yes. Heās been keeping meticulous records, and jellyfish are at the center of all his experiments.
Liz: We should get those files over to Aram as quickly as possible.
Maynard: According to his notes, Powellās focused on transgenic research, which is the transferring of genes from one species into the genome of another. Look. These two rabbits are sisters. Now, before their mother gave birth, Powell removed the embryos that made them and injected one with jellyfish DNA. He then inserted the embryos back into the mother. Do you see the difference?
Liz: They look identical.
[ Maynard turns off lights and one rabbit is glowing ]
Maynard: Legitimate researchers around the world are doing this. Theyāve made glowing cats, monkeys, cockroaches. I mean, this is very impressive, but the new work heās doing thatās in here.
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Maynard: Beholdā turritopsis dohrnii, known to modern science as the immortal jellyfish. As far as we know, itās the only living creature on Earth that never dies. Well, I mean, itās born and grows old like we do, but then, when it encounters environmental stress or assault, it reverses the aging process until itās just a little polyp again.
Ressler: How is that even possible?
Maynard: It has the amazing ability to change its own cells. Some say itās like a butterfly that turns into a caterpillar that grows back into a butterfly or a chicken that becomes an egg that hatches a new chicken.
Liz: So Powell is using these jellyfish to conduct experiments on human brains.
Maynard: He must be trying to regenerate the damaged brain tissue. He wants our cells to learn from the turritopsis dohrnii. I mean, look, Julian Powell, clearly insane, if this ever worked, it would be a concrete first step toward human immortality.
Cooper: So, what do we know about this guy?
Aram: He joined Sadovo Solutions in 2005. It was a biotech company in Chapel Hill. Mostly worked on the research side. He was an endocrinologist.
Ressler: Why do you keep saying āWasā like he died or something?
Aram: Because itās kind of like he did. The guyās a ghost.
Samar Navabi: After he left the company in 2007, he stopped paying taxes. No residence on file, no active credit lines, and no medical or driverās-license renewals in the last eight years.
Liz: He dropped off the face of the Earth.
Aram: Wait a sec. Get thisā Sadovo Solutions, the biotech company that Powell worked for before he disappeared, guess who owned it.
Cooper: Roger Hobbs. Thatās not enough of a link to secure an arrest warrant, but itās certainly enough to bring him in for another chat.
Ressler: Hey, big day. Plans to celebrate?
Liz: Oh, uh, yeah, Iām gonna go to Wing Yeeās with a few friends. [ Laughs ] No big deal.
Ressler: Wow. Restrain yourself, Keen. Come on, smile. Itās your birthday. You got plenty to celebrate.
Liz: Thanks. Youāre sweet.
Powell: [ On phone ] Youāre not listening. My lab was raided. The FBI took everything.
Hobbs: I am aware of that, Julian, which is why you need to come in.
Powell: You authorized my research. You knew what I was doing.
Hobbs: I authorized you to begin preliminary trials for the purposes of second-stage research.
Powell: Iām on the verge of a breakthrough. Youāve seen the data.
Hobbs: Youāve jeopardized the entire Longevity Initiative, not to mention putting me and everything that I have worked for at risk. Julian, you need to come in.
Powell: No. This is bigger than you, Roger. This is bigger than any of us.
[ Call ends ]
Hobbs: This has become a serious problem.
Red: [ Who has been in room ] Itās not easy being God.
Hobbs: You got any idea how much this guyās cost me? Not just his work, but the security.
Thereās people out there that would pay a fortune just to know his name and steal his research away.
Red: Whatās it worth?
Hobbs: Hard to say. A foot in the door to human immortality on the open market? [ Chuckles ] Now I got to get rid of him. Iām not gonna lie to you, it hurts. [ Sighs ]
Red: You know my feeling. Humans as a species are untrustworthy creatures. We donāt deserve to live forever.ā¤ What the hell were you thinking, Roger, even to consider authorizing this Powell to conduct human trials?
Hobbs: It was necessary for the research to reach the next level. I didnāt know he was gonna be so reckless.
Red: You had to know there was a risk innocent people would die.
Hobbs: How many innocents died in the search for the smallpox vaccine? All in the name of the advancement of science.
Red: This isnāt about science, Roger. This is about you actually believing that death is beneath you.ā¤
Hobbs: No, this is what it takes. Louis Pasteurā he wasnāt even a physician. The day that he injected that first small boy with the rabies vaccine, he was risking criminal prosecution. Jonas Salk injected the flu virus into men in an insane asylum in Michigan. Decade later, heās being hailed as the genius who cured polio.
Red: I know of a doctor who agreed with you, a relatively young man also fascinated by genetics, a man who didnāt concern himself with morality, humanity. That was Josef Mengele.
Hobbs: I donāt need you to agree with what Iāve already done, Red. But I would like to know if youāre willing to help me now.
Woman: Sir, there are two agents from the FBI at the front door, and theyāre insisting on seeing you right away.
Hobbs: Iāll be right down. [ She leaves; Hobbs gives folder to Red ] The identity of my scientistā everything you need to know to take care of the problem.
Red: If it were anyone else, Iād decline, but for you, Roger, Iāll see what I can do.
Hobbs: [At front door ] Agent Keen, Ressler, come on in.
Gerst [ older German guy ]: You are going to tell me! You are going to talk! You know that, right? Is it Reddington? You work for him? Because you are not cops.
The Major: If youāre gonna do it, do it. Two bullets. Get it over with.
Gerst : No, no, no, thatās not how we do things, not with boys like you.
[ Grunts, breathes heavily ]
Elias: Everything ready?
Man: Ja.
Elias: Him first.
[ Groaning ] [ Grunts ]
Elias: [ German with eagle tattoo on his neck ] Have you heard of the blood eagle?
[ Groans ] [ Breathing heavily ]
Elias, cont: We cut the skin along the spine ā
[ Groaning loudly ]
ā pull the lungs out through the ribs watch them flutter like bloodstained wings. Itās actually quite beautiful.
Tom: Thatās a cute story. [ Chuckles ] Iām not gonna talk.
Elias: [ Looks through Tomās wallet, finds ultrasound of baby w Lizās name on it ] Okay! āElizabeth Keen.ā You still not gonna talk?
Cooper: Dr. Levin, you have excellent timing. I was intending to call you today.
Levin: Well, I hope itās not because youāre feeling worse.
Cooper: No, actually, itās the opposite. For the first time in a while, I feel like myself again.
This new drug youāre testingā I think weāre really on to something ā¦ Dr. Levin?
Levin: Iām here. Iām so pleased weāre having success, Harold, but to be honest, it makes this call all the more difficult. The study is evolving, as these things do. Theyāre always looking at the results and the funding and making adjustments.
Cooper: What kind of adjustments?
Levin: I heard today that theyāre lowering the age parameters as we move into this next round of treatment. No final decisions have been made, but I need to let you know Itās possible we wonāt be able to continue with the trial.
Cooper: So, theyāre removing me from the program?
Levin: No. Weāre still waiting on a decision, and I promise to do what I can to avoid any change. I really am sorry, Harold. You know how I feel about you and Charlene.
The Major: Keep your mouth shut!
Elias: Cut him open.
Tom: [ Grunts ] Sarah Hastings.
The Major: You son of a bitch.
German guy: And what about her?
The Major: Donāt say a word.
Tom: Iām not gonna say anything until you guarantee me that you donāt touch Elizabeth Keen.
Elias: What I can guarantee about Elizabeth Keen is, Iām gonna find her [Laughing] and Iām gonna kill her.
Tom: Sheās FBI.
German: You a cop?
Tom: No. I was married to one.
Elias: But not now. Why do you care?
The Major: Jacob, no!
Tom: Someone in your group murdered Sarah Hastings.
The Major: Oh, God.
Tom: I was hired to find out who. Powerful people are looking for you, Elias. If you want to know who, then you promise me you never, ever touch Elizabeth Keen.
The Major: You sell me out for that bitch, and I swear Iāll hunt you down.
Gerst: [ in German ] We canāt afford to have the whole FBI looking for us. We donāt need that.
Tom: You need to let me go. I can help you.
[ Knife clicks ] [ Groans ]
The Major: Donāt say another word.
[ Groans ]
Tom [ to The Major ] You know that girl you said cost me my life? She just saved it.
Gerst: [ Chuckles ]
Liz: [ To Hobbs ] We donāt see a lot of billionaires suspected of murder.
Lawyer: And youād be wise to remember that my client hasnāt been charged with anything, Agent Keen.
Ressler: Earlier today, we raided a clinic being used to conduct experimental transgenic research on human test subjects. That research was being conducted by a Dr. Julian Powell, and you failed to mentioned your connection with Powell the last time we spoke.
Hobbs: What connection?
Ressler: He worked for you at a biotech company called Sadovo Solutions. And now he surfaces, abducting disabled patients, doing illegal experiments, ā killing people.
Hobbs: Have you any idea how many people Iāve employed over the last 20 years?
Liz: This is one hell of a coincidence, Mr. Hobbs. We come around asking about human experiments, and when we find the man responsible, he has a direct connection to you.
Hobbs: He may have been an employee of mine many years ago, but Iām sorry, Iāve absolutely no recollection of him.
Lawyer: And Iām gonna guess youāve got nothing to suggest otherwise.
Ressler: Weāre looking into every phone call, every correspondence, every shred of data that we can pull on Julian Powell and that clinic. If youāre funding him, we will prove it.
Cooper: What do you have?
Liz: Weāve got straight denial. Heās pretty much calling our bluff.
Cooper: He say anything we could use to connect him to Powell?
Ressler: Nothing of value, but itās early. Weāll keep at him.
Cooper: If thatās all we have, itās not enough to arrest him.
Ressler: Look, heās lying to us about Powell. We can make a circumstantial argument that heās involved.
Liz: If he is directly connected to Powell and we let him go, the first thing heās gonna do is destroy the evidence. We should hold him.
Cooper: You see that lawyer in there? He can afford that suit and the beach house he owns because heāll never let that happen.
Liz: Let him file. By the time he gets heard, weāll probably have what we need.
Ressler: Whatās going on, boss?
Cooper: Iām just sayingā not all suspects are created equal.
Ressler: Look, if somebody told me that you were gonna say that, Iād have bet every damn dime that they were wrong. So, heās got friends in high places. Since when do you care?
Cooper: Hey, if we donāt have enough, go get enough. But in the meantime, kick him loose.
Liz: Maybe we canāt connect Hobbs directly with the victims, but I have a feeling Dr. Powell can. All we have to do is find him.
Aram: I think I can help with that. Been going over the files we recovered from Powellās facility, and check this outā
Ressler: These are the test subjects?
Aram: Yes and no. All of them are deceased except for one, the woman on the bottom right.
Leann McGrathā 34 years old, currently a resident of Twin Pines Assisted-Living Center in Springdale. Powellās collected all of her medical files. Heās been tracking her condition for years. Liz: She has the same frontal-lobe condition as the others. I have a feeling we just found Dr. Powellās next test subject.
[ Indistinct PA announcement ]
Dr Julian Powell: Sweetheart, Iām so sorry but I failed you. [ Sighs ] We need to go away from here. Donāt worry. I havenāt forgot your things.
Nurse: Julian? I wasnāt expecting you today. Whatās going on? A- are you taking her somewhere?
Powell: Todd, I donāt have time to explain, but I need you to understand that that this isnāt personal. [ He knocks him out ]
Liz: We need you to escort us to Leann McGrathās room immediately.
Yes, of course, Agent.
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Ressler: āWhat happened? You okay?
Nurse: He took Ms McGrath toward client pickup.
[ Powell has pushed Ms McGrath to client pickup ]
Red: Dr. Powell. Letās go for a ride.
[ Powell gets in car; they drive off ]
Liz: Reddington!
Powell: [ In car ] Iām sorry, but I donāt know who the hell you are.
Red: My name is Raymond Reddington. Iām the man who was sent by Roger Hobbs to get rid of you. Relax, Doctor. I have no intention of killing you. You are a potential solution to a problem.
Powell: How so? A young woman I know and care for had a distant memory quite literally taken away from her when she was a little girlā erased.
Powell: So, you want to apply my work to the field of memory extraction.
Red: Not your work, Doctorā your research. If youāve been able to prove that brain cells can regenerate, with time, would your breakthrough relate in any way to the restoration of this young womanās memory?
Powell: No, my work will not help the woman remember. In theory, transgenics can help rebuild damaged memory synapses, but thereās a moreā Thereās a more fundamental problem.
Red: And that is?
Powell:āLet me show you.
Ressler: You know Julian Powell?
Todd: Of course. Sheās his fiancĆ©. Ms. McGrath was in a car accident. She suffered catastrophic damage to the frontal lobe of her brain. Thereās an article here about the accident. I think it might have more of the story.
Liz: āThe car Ms. McGrath was riding in jumped a center divide and hit an oncoming tractor trailer. Officers at the scene said Ms. McGrathās car was being driven by her fiancĆ©, Julian Powell.ā
Powell: This is where she lived. Itās all I have left of who she was. I proposed in this room. Wasnāt supposed to happen like that. I had a more romantic plan, but once I had the ring, I couldnāt help it. Six weeks later, she was gone. We were in the hospital ā St. Michaelās ā and a good friend of mine and his wife were having a baby, and Leann and I were in the maternity ward until 4:00 AM. It was one of the happiest nights of my life. And then, in the car on the way home, we were both so tired.
Red: Yeah. You fell asleep at the wheel.
Ressler: So this is why heās been experimenting on patients with frontal-lobe damage.
Liz: Heās not looking for immortality. Heās trying to bring back the woman he loves.
Red: I suppose Roger Hobbs doesnāt care about your motives or practices, as long as he profits from your findings.
Powell: I needed money to fund my research, and it was the only way that I could fix what Iāve done and the only way that I could get Leann back.
Red: So, what did you say to him, Doctor?
Powell: Told him that my work would help him live forever. And he wrote a check that afternoon.
This is where I do most of my real work. Thousands of hours spent sitting here, just searching, planning, believing. And for what? Lookā look at this. Look atā Useless.
Red: You never found anything.
Powell: I lied, falsified the data. I had to. Hobbs would have cut me off. But none of this works. My research is a failure. I am a failure. I canāt save her.
Red: You killed a lot of innocent people, Dr. Powell.
Powell: I wanted to help them. What life did they have? What kind of life can she have now? [ Powell takes gun from drawer, cocks gun, fires ] [ Body thuds ]
TV: Once again, police have identified the man who died earlier today. We can now confirm his name is Dr. Julian Powell. So far, weāve been unable to locateā
Hobbs: Nicely done. Every stationās calling it a suicide.
Red: Itās done.
Hobbs: And the FBI?
Red: Nothing leads back to you. Why so dour, Roger?
Hobbs: I lost a lot of money on this, Red. Tens of millions.
Red: This has nothing to do with the money. You wanted it to work. For all youāve achieved, you actually thought this might be your legacy.
Hobbs: If it wasnāt for you, my legacy would be life without parole.
Red: Well, maybe you didnāt save mankind from an untimely death, but someday, you may be able to spare me from one.ā¤
[ Glasses clink ]
Liz: Care to tell me what the hell happened today?
Red: I suppose I should.
Liz: You stole Powell out from under us, and then an hour later, he ends up dead? Did you kill that man?!
Red: Iām happy to discuss the dayās events, but not if you insist on doing so at this volume.
Liz: You gave us this case because you wanted Powell, and then you used us to flush him out.
Red: Yes.
Liz: āYes.ā You wanted the science.
Red: The science didnāt work. Powell was falsifying his results. He was never interested in immortality, but you know that.
Liz: He wanted to get his fiancƩ back.
Red: He knew it was over, so he ended it. Thatās the truth.
Liz: Thatās half the truth. I donāt take anything you say at face value.ā¤
Red: Fair enough. My interest in Powellās research was only half the picture. This was always about Roger Hobbs. I used the FBI to create a problem for Roger. I needed the man to be in my debt, and now he is.
Liz: Roger Hobbs is a murderer. He may not have conducted those experiments, but according to the law, he is just as guilty, and now without Powell, we canāt prove it.
Red: Donāt be so quick to make an enemy of Roger Hobbs. You donāt see it yet, Lizzie, but a dark cloud is approaching, and when it arrives, Roger Hobbs will be a very good friend at exactly the moment he needs to be.
Connolly: Harold, sorry to pull you away.
Cooper: Looking sharp.
Connolly: [ Chuckles ] Iām on my way to some fundraiserā another $5 piece of chicken for $50,000 a plate.
Cooper: I have a feeling youāll be seeing a lot more of those in the future. Heard things worked out for Roger Hobbs.
Connolly: Iām glad to hear it. Hey, I just came by to clear the air about our conversation earlier.
I hope you didnāt misconstrue my intent.
Cooper: Not a problem.
Connolly: Good. I wouldnāt want anything to come between us.
Cooper: Let me ask you a questionā I got a call earlier from Dr. Levin. He said I might get cut from the trial. You know anything about that?
Connolly: How would I know anything about that? But I wouldnāt sweat it. Iāll make a call. Thatās what friends do.
Ressler: Hey.
Liz: Hey. What are you still doing here?
Ressler: I could ask you the same thing. What happened to dinner?
Liz: I just didnāt feel like going out.
Ressler: Whatās going on, Keen?
Liz: You said earlier that I had so much to celebrate. You know that isnāt true. I mean, I thought by the time I was in my 30s, Iād have something to show for it. I would at least be a prestigious profiler. I mean, I was the top in my class. I thought Iād have a loving relationship with someone, maybe we would be raising a family together.
Ressler: At least youāve got a dog. Thatās one up on me.
Liz: I donāt know who I am. I donāt know if this is my birthday. I donāt even know my own name. No, I know who I am. I am the puppet of some high-functioning sociopath. I donāt even know what Iām doing here.
Ressler: What youāre doing here is celebrating your birthday with me.
Liz: [ Laughing ] What did youā
Ressler: See, I called the restaurant. I thought Iād send you and your friends a bottle of wine.
Turns out, there wasnāt a reservation, so I figured since you werenāt going to Wing Yee, I was bringing Wing Yee to you.
ā« tonight weāll fly a while just give me the word and hold on to me
[ Liz takes bottle of wine out of her drawer ]
Ressler: Oh, look at you!
Liz: Iāve been saving this for a special occasion.
ā« like I hold on to you
Ressler: Well Iām honored.
ā« a steeple holds a bell
the night sky holds the moon
[ Red is looking through old pictures of Lizzie on her birthdays ]
ā« coverlets and down
will catch you when you fall
The Major: [ on phone ] I donāt care how long it takes or what expense you have to go to. I want Jacob Phelps found.
[ Tom is burning passports ]
[ Beeping as Liz unlocks her room ] [ Gasps as someone grabs her ]
Shh! Shh!
Liz: What are you doing?!
Tom: I didnāt know where else to go.
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Last updated: 8/8/2015
Program originally aired 4/2/2015 in the US
Script with extras: http://wp.me/pDKwi-MT
Source: Raw Scripts from Springfield [UK]: http://bit.ly/1Do56Zu
NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1DLkwtn
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Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Director: Guy Ferland
Writers: Vincent Angell, Daniel Knauf
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Script 2:18 Vanessa Cruz
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Blurb: A serial killer is framing members of the one percent. Tom and Liz toy with rekindling a relationship. Red attempts to convince members of the Cabal (formerly known as the alliance) to undergo a restructuring.
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[ Grunts ]
Salinger: What the hell?
Vanessa Cruz: Just something to help you relax.
[ He gasps ]
Cruz: You really donāt have any idea who I am, do you, Mr. Salinger?
[ Gasping shallowly ]
Cruz: Save your breath, sweetheart. Youāre gonna need it.
[ Gasping continues ]
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[ Door opens ]
Cruz: Itās me. Iām back.
Abby Issa: How was Chicago?
Cruz: Oh, God, you know. All these conferences are such a waste of time. You ā How was your day? How was work?
Issa: Fine. Except for Carlton.
Cruz: Again?
Issa: He keeps leering at me ā Gives me the creeps.
Cruz: Well, heās your boss. Sooner or later, you have to report him to H.R.
Issa: Iām so glad youāre back. [ Chuckles ] I have a surprise for you.
Cruz: Youāre giving me a drawer?
Issa: Only if you want it. I mean, if itās too soon I just thought it might be nice.
Cruz: Su casa es mi casa.
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Liz: What youāre asking me to do ā I appreciate that you turned yourself in. You came back for me.
Tom: Liz, Iām in danger. I need the passports.
Liz: I canāt. I just canāt.
Tom: Liz, please! Turning myself in to save you saved me. And not because the Judge let me go. Iāve been running since I was 14. Itās all Iāve known. And in that moment, when the Judge let me go, I thought, āmaybe thereās a world where I donāt have to run, where I could just ā ā These Germans want me dead. My handler, too. So, please, I need your help. I need the passports.
Liz: Theyāre not just passports. You put them in a box under the floor in our home. They represent everything Iām trying to forget.
Tom: I know. I wouldnāt ask unless it was important.
Liz: Theyāre locked up in evidence.
Tom: Thatās exactly why they should still be clean.
Liz: Iām not gonna walk into evidence and steal them for you. Why would I do that?
Tom: You want me gone? Do this, and youāll never see me again.
Liz: You need to leave. Go. Now.
Tom: No.
[ Liz opens door: Red and Dembe are there. They point guns at Tom ]
Red: Get out.
Tom: [ Scoffs ] I was out, remember? Youāre the one who brought me back in.
Red: Get out.
[ Tom leaves ]
Red: Perhaps I havenāt made myself clear.
Liz: I came home, and Tom was here.
Red: Heās back in your life.
Liz: He is not in my life.
Red: I understand what itās like to be drawn to something that is unhealthy, to a part of yourself that you are afraid of. But I want you to remember what your life really was with him, and imagine all that it could be without him.
Liz: I donāt have to imagine.
Red: Good. Because I have a case.
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Liz: Toshiro Osaka ā A Japanese entrepreneur indicted in 2009 and knifed to death by an aggrieved business partner. Miles Chapman ā He was gunned down in Algiers while avoiding extradition for insider trading. Lester Charles Conway ā His Ponzi scheme was so massive, heās now serving up to 30 years.
Ressler: Their crimes cost hundreds of people their life savings. Pensions gone, homes in foreclosure, families torn apart. Why would I feel bad for them? Theyāre criminals.
Liz: According to Reddington, theyāre innocent ā Framed after months, sometimes years of planning by a woman with a deep-seated hatred for the 1%. She doesnāt just take their money, she takes their reputations, their freedom, sometimes their lives. Her latest mark was Declan Salinger, a flamboyant venture capitalist who specialized in biotech. He was found last night in a hotel bathtub, needle on the floor, dead from an apparent overdose. His personal laptop was taken into evidence. CSI uncovered corporate withdrawals in excess of $27 million.
Cooper: Navabi, go see Salingerās wife. Ressler, Keen, the man in prison ā Talk to him. If he was framed, I want to know how.
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Liz: We spoke to your attorneys, Mr. Conway. You claim to have been framed by a woman named Claudia Sanchez.
Conway: Or whatever her name really was. She made everything up.
Ressler: She make up the Ponzi scheme? The $128 million you stole from your clients to fund your lifestyle? The ranch, the private jets ā
Conway: Look, Iāve told this story a hundred times. We were sleeping together. She had access to everything. My phone, computer, passwords. If you donāt believe me ā
Liz: We want to believe you. We do. Tell us what happened.
Conway: She was a seasonal worker at the ranch. Undocumented, one of many. My wife had no idea. The affair lasted exactly six months. Then one day, she just disappears. Three days later, Iām arrested.
Ressler: Well, they also found a packed bag in your car, and your passport, and a plane ticket to Beijing.
Conway: She planted it all. That woman ā She was diabolical. From the fingerprints on the suitcase to the airline ticket she purchased using my computer ā She got into my life.
ā Gun Salesman: Abby Issa.ā
Conway: But that was nothing. The way she moved the money, her knowledge of how it worked, issuing false statements, creating shell companies. I hired the best defense money could buy, and after they looked at the evidence against me, they recommended I cop a plea.
ā Gun Salesman: Beretta 21A Bobcat. Packs a nasty bite.
Issa: If I ever have to use it, thatās exactly what I want it to do.ā
Conway: I pled guilty to a crime I didnāt commit. Thatās how good she was. And the money she took, most of it belonged to my clients ā Teachers, doctors, pension plans. Over 278 people lost everything because of some ghost.
Ressler: Never went to trial, but your lawyers ā You said that they gathered a lot of evidence. We need to see it.
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Red: Hello, Roger.
Hobbs: The Director called for a vote.
Red: When?
Hobbs: Tomorrow. Iāve been quietly lobbying on your behalf.
Red: I appreciate that.
Hobbs: No, you donāt. You expect it.
Red: Where do things stand?
Hobbs: Iāve spoken to Mitchum. Heās with us. That means Brazil and South Korea are, as well.
That likely positions Jasper as the deciding vote. If we canāt secure his vote, the Director will have a majority to act against you.
Red: Then Jasper will have to be persuaded.
Hobbs: These are powerful men. They donāt respond to threats.
Red: No. With powerful men, one must appeal to their vanity.
Hobbs: Listen to me, Red. The Fulcrum ā If you have it, if you can prove you have it, do it now. Your life depends on it.
Red: Set the meeting.
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Samar Navabi: Mrs. Salinger had a private detective follow her husband and his assorted mistresses for two months, but he found nothing on this particular woman. Partial prints, burner phones, inconclusive selfies taken from the victimās phone.
Ressler: Conwayās lawyers did three months of discovery before copping a plea, and all they got were payroll records from his ranch and a lot of fake green cards and social security numbers.
Liz: The lawyers interviewed as much staff they could find, but no one could or would positively I.D. the woman Conway alleges framed him. Two different cases, two sets of professional investigators, and this woman didnāt leave a trace.
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Aram: Guys, check it out. The detectives and the lawyers may not have found anything conclusive on their own, but if you put the photos they found together ā Our ghost has a face.
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[ Computer chimes ] [ Keys clacking ] [ Cruz sexting with next target ]
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Aram: Okay, so, I have this friend, Osborne, in the forensics lab ā Freaking Osborne.
Cooper: Aram.
Aram: Right. So, I scanned over 40 partial prints Conwayās investigators found at his ranch, another 53 partials found by Mrs. Salingerās private detective. I fired them off to Osborne. He is a wizard with whorls, loops, and arches. He managed to stitch together three partials into a gorgeous, crystal-clear left thumbprint. Ran it through AFIS, and bang. Her name is Vanessa Anne Cruz ā 36 years old. Last known address ā Her motherās place in Edison, New Jersey.
Cooper: Get there. Now.
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[ ā« Bitter Sweetās āDrink You Soberā plays ]
Abby?
Cruz: Shh. Drink it.
Ahh.
ā« Oh, dear look what youāve done
Cruz: Take off your clothes.
ā« Youāve made a mess of me
[ Handcuffs click ]
ā« and I donāt want to clean up Iām dangerously high
[ Grunts ]
ā« Youāve seemed to quench my appetite
ā« I want to feel you
[ Groans ] [ Exhales sharply ]
ā« Be my lover
[ Door opens, closes ]
ā« Why donāt you be my lover?
Abby? Abby! [ Grunts ] [ Door opens ] [ Grunts ] Oh! Who the hell are you?!
Andy: Andy, from the front desk. Uh, she gave me 20 bucks and told me this key belongs to you.
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[ Door opens ] [ Coughs ]
Ressler: Aida Hernandez? Special Agent Donald Ressler, Special Agent Keen. Weāre trying to locate your daughter, Vanessa Cruz.
Hernandez: My daughter? Sheās dead.
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Hernandez: Itās my fault. Vanessa never really had a good male role model. Her father was a creep, so I wasnāt surprised when she married one. Wash, rinse, repeat.
Liz: Excuse me?
Hernandez: Some women make the same mistakes with men over and over again. Hernando was a young broker. Worked at a big firm. Turns out, he was a real crook. He was doing insider trading, and when they caught him, he jumped off the George Washington Bridge.
Liz: And what happened to Vanessa?
Hernandez: Oh, she thought they set him up. She adored him till the end. Never questioned his innocence. I tried to reason with her, but [ Coughs loudly ] ā
Liz: Take your time.
Hernandez: They found her folded clothing at Rockaway Beach. They never found a body, but I know she was dead. Sheād never abandon me.
Ressler: She looked after you?
Hernandez: She was such a beautiful person Never a thought of herself, always of others.
Ressler: And since sheās been gone?
Hernandez: Vanessa made sure Iād be well taken care of.
Liz: How did she do that?
Hernandez: She had an insurance policy. I kept up with the mortgage and made ends meet.
Ressler: Do you still have the policy?
Hernandez: I never saw the policy. But I have a letter that came with the check. Iām sure I can find that.
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Samar: It turns out itās a fake.
Liz: What is?
Samar: The entire company. Minnetonka Bankers Health & Life was incorporated in 2006. In nine years, the only policy it issued was to Cruzās mother.
Samar: Itās a shelf corporation.
Liz: You mean āshellā corporation?
Samar: No. āShelf,ā with an āf.ā Criminals file incorporation papers. They pay all the fees. Itās totally legitimate. Then then they put them on the shelf for years, sometimes decades. They pay the minimum corporate tax, build up a credit rating, comply with filings to create an established, creditworthy business that can be used to launder all kinds of transactions.
Ressler: Including phony insurance payments.
Aram: Guys? It looks like this isnāt the only way Vanessa Cruz has used shelf companies. At least six other victims were all accused of funneling money through shelf corporations they say they didnāt know existed.
Liz: Samar, you said these corps are being sold to criminals. If we could find the person who sold them to Cruz ā
Ressler: Then we might find Cruz.
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[ On phone ]
Liz: I need you to put me in touch with someone who brokers shelf corporations.
Red: Good. I need the Fulcrum.
Liz: Our ghost has a name Vanessa Cruz. If I can find the person who brokered herā
Red: Agent Keen, Iām loathe to play ātit for tat,ā but unfortunately, due to present circumstances, I must insist on the Fulcrum. Iām afraid itās become an immediate matter of life and death.
Liz: I know how much it means to you.
Red: I donāt think you do.
Liz: And you know how much it means to me to know what part I play in all of this. But you told me itās a blackmail file, and Iām a federal agent. I canāt just hand over information to you that might give you leverage over people who, for all I know, run our government.
Red: Those people launched a missile strike on the factory to kill us in order to keep their secret a secret.
Liz: This is about Tom, isnāt it?
Red: [ Chuckling ] No. This is simply about me trying to survive. Iām perfectly happy to put you in touch with someone who deals in shelf corporations, but I need the Fulcrum. Think about it, Lizzie.
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Tom: [ Bumps into guy, lifts wallet ] Sorry, man. Sorry.
[ Cellphone rings ] [ Beeps ]
Tom: Yeah?
Liz: Itās me. I need your help.
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Liz: The case Iām working on ā Our perp funneled money through a shelf corporation called Minnetonka Bankers Health & Life. Now, Iām sure you must know people who provide these types of services to people like ā
Tom: To people like me?
Liz: Yes, to people like you.
Tom: Isnāt Reddington your C.I.? Why isnāt he here? Is he still upset about last night?
Liz: I told you, if you help me with this case, I would get you those passports. My relationship with Reddington is not up for discussion. What we need to talk about is the case.
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Liz: Now, these are two other shelf corps our unsub set up.
Tom: [ Inhales deeply ]
Liz: Andrusia Industries, Middle Leaf Properties
Tom: Are these supposed to mean something to me?
Liz: All three of those shelf corps are named after Minnesota lakes. When I was sifting through your lies, I found the shelf corp where you had the money parked Berlin was paying you Owasso Inc, also a Minnesota lake.
Tom: All right, Iāll talk to my contact, see what I can come up with.
Liz: No, Iāll talk to your contact.
Tom: How about we go together?
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Jasper: Whatās so urgent?
Hobbs: I wanted to talk to you about Raymond Reddington.
Jasper: The voteās not until tomorrow afternoon.
Hobbs: The voteās all but taken ā Not officially, but Iāve spent the last six hours speaking with all the major players.
Jasper: Youāre back-channeling?
Hobbs: Youāre damn right. If Reddington has the Fulcrum, his death triggers a protocol for release. We will be exposed.
Jasper: And why am I here?
Hobbs: Youāre the swing vote, Kenneth. Youāre the one that will make this decision.
Jasper: You know I lean towards the Director. Why should I change that position now?
[ Red steps into view ]
Red: Because, Mr. Jasper, you strike me as a man who would prefer to pitch rather than catch.
Jasper: What the hell have you done?
Hobbs: Just hear him out. Thatās all I ask.
Red: Roger is quite right. The Directorās latest stratagem is hubris. It has very little to do with me and everything to do with the consolidation of his power. If he succeeds, youāll become nothing more than his trusted servant. He needs to go. He will go. Tomorrow, after the meeting, after you win this vote with everything that your head and your heart tell you are true.
Jasper: Youāre talking about assassination.
Red: Yes, Mr. Jasper. āAmbitionās debt must be paid.ā
Jasper: Julius Caesar?
Red: One of my favorites ā The play, not so much the man. The man was a bit full of himself. He did have a brilliant military mind, but he couldnāt smell a plot to save his life. Intentional pun.
Jasper: And why is that?
Red: Pride. The subtlest and yet most deadly of the seven sins. Like the Director, he couldnāt be saved.
Jasper: And which part do you play in all this? Cassius?
Red: Oh, no. Iām the Rubicon.ā¤ You simply need to determine which side of history you want to end up on. Who are you, Mr. Jasper? A subordinate who remained slavishly obedient to his master, or the presumptive leader of an organization that will be far more powerful than it has ever been?
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[ Telephone rings ]
Ziggy: Diamond Drive Properties. Oh, my God. [ Chuckles ] Billy! [ (Another alias for Tom!)]
Tom: Hey.
Ziggy: [ Laughs ] Come here, you. [ hugs ]
Tom: How you doing? Ziggy, this is Liz. Liz, this is Ziggy.
Ziggy: What brings you two here?
Tom: Big favor. My friend here was a gull in a con game, and she lost a lot of money.
Ziggy: Oh, thatās too bad, baby.
Tom: Turns out, she was hustled by one of your clients.
Ziggy: You know better than this.
Tom: I know. I know. But I need an address. Look, the people we work for are serious, and if we donāt get that money back ā
Ziggy: You his woman?
Liz: Iām more like his ball and chain.
Tom: [ Chuckles ] Yeah. So, what do you say? Can you help us? Please?
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Tom: Hey. How about a thank you?
Liz: [ On phone ] Ressler, Iāve got a mailing address for Cruz.
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[ Loud bang; armed agents enter Cruzās āshopā ] Clear
Man: Clear.
Man #2: Clear.
[ Drawer rattles ]
Man: Agent Ressler? [ Calls Ressler over to show him what heās found ]
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Ressler: Iāve got dozens of files, photos, dossiers. I mean, sheās going through their trash, hacking their networks. I mean, listen to this. Copies of Declan Salingerās bank statements, medical records. Thereās even surveillance photos and every book and video heās ordered for three years.
Aram: Hang on. Did you say dozens of files? This goes way beyond the names Mr. Reddington gave us.
Ressler: Iām looking at people sheās framed, people sheās thinking of framing. Aram, you wouldnāt believe this place. Hair, threads, lint, bits of carpet, cigarette butts. All collected, categorized, and filed under each victimās name.
Aram: Trace evidence to be planted at crime scenes.
Ressler: Huh. Drew Roberts. He was one of Cruzās victims. He worked at Oakside Investments.
Aram: And?
Ressler: That was the firm that employed Cruzās dead husband. Aram, I might have an idea what this is all about.
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Tom: You know, Iām no worse than your buddy Reddington.
Liz: Heās not my buddy. And you are worse.
Tom: You donāt get it. Even after all this time, Reddington Is dangerous, and he is playing you.
Liz: I think heās more dangerous than you give him credit for. But he has a moral code. I donāt like it, but at least I know what it is, and it does not include lying to me.
Tom: Whatever you say.You want to know what Iām gonna do?
Liz: No.
Tom: Iām gonna buy a boat.
Liz: A boat?
Tom: Mm-hmm. A diving boat. Gonna run it down to Micronesia, open up a charter business. You ever heard of Chuuk Lagoon? Itās an old Japanese naval base down in the South Pacific. February 7, 1944, sank 12 warships, and now theyāre just lying at the bottom of the ocean. Itās a diverās paradise.
Liz: You donāt even know how to swim.
Tom: I know. But I can learn.
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Cruz: Hi.
Issa: Hi. Sorry Iām late. I did it. I talked to an attorney.
Cruz: About Carlton?
Issa: Yes. And I think I have a case, that I should file a claim with H.R. for sexual harassment.
Cruz: You did the right thing.
Issa: Well, this only happened because you gave me the courage.
Cruz: [ Chuckles ] Thank you. Weāre gonna celebrate. Iāll book a room at the Wolverton, and weāre just gonna order room service and watch movies all night.
Issa: I love you.
Cruz: [ Chuckles ] Abby ā
Issa: No. I mean it. [ Chuckles ] I know that we said we werenāt gonna get super serious, but I canāt help it. I love you. What is it?
Cruz: I love you, too.
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Tom: Well, Iām assuming you donāt want me to walk you to your door.
Liz: Thank you.
[ Car door closes ]
Tom: Hey, can I ask you something? Do you think itās possible For, uh ā Someone like me to start over, to become something else?
Liz: Isnāt that what you do for a living?
Tom: Yeah. [ Chuckles ] But, uh ā You know what I mean.
Liz: Can you be honest? You have to be honest. Tom. Our entire marriage, everything that happened ā Our fights, the baby ā Your laugh. It couldnāt have all been pretend. Youāre not that good an actor. [ Tom chuckles ] Thatās why I didnāt see it, because so much of it was real.ā¤ You are my greatest failure as a profiler.
Tom: Youāre my greatest success. You made me feel ā For a moment ā Like I had a life ā And that somebody cared. So, this is me being honest.
Liz: Can you be honest about the passports?
Tom: The passports?
Liz: Theyāre real ā Government issue. Whereād you get them?
Tom: Berlin had a guy.
Liz: I guess not.
Tom: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. I canāt. Not about this.
Liz: Thatās not how the truth works. You donāt get to pick and choose.ā¤ Not if you want to learn how to swim.
Tom: Itās gonna be a nice boat.
[ She kisses him; he kisses back ]
Tom: What was that?
Liz: That was goodbye.
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The Director: [ To Security guy ] Uh, that wonāt be necessary. Mr. Hobbs here is one of the good guys. How are Faye and the boys? You know, I donāt think Iāve seen them since Dylanās wedding.
Hobbs: Theyāre fine. Mark and his wife just had a baby girl.
The Director: Oh, grandfather. Well, it suits you well. [ Chuckles ] Wisdom of the ages and all.
[ Jasper enters ]
Hobbs: Where is everybody? I thought I was late.
Jasper: The voteās already been taken.
The Director: Roger. Roger, Roger, Roger. I always treated you with respect. We may not have seen eye to eye, but I always heard you out.
Hobbs: Look, I donāt know what heās been telling you ā
The Director: I brought you in.
Hobbs: I know.
The Director: I was your sponsor.
Hobbs: Yes. Look, I told him that Reddington ā
The Director: Reddington did not make you! We made you! Have you forgotten what this organization has done for you? Government contracts? Silverstone? R&D grants? We put you in the game, and you betray us? You betray me? I treated you like family. I supported you.
Hobbs: Just hear me out.
The Director: Shh, shh, shh. There is a car waiting for you outside. You are going to the airport.ā¤
Hobbs: Please.
The Director: Zzt! You are leaving the country tonight. You are not to call your family, and you are never coming back.
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Ressler: Itās not about money. Itās about revenge. Aram, can you put up all the files? Hernando Cruz jumped off that bridge after being accused of insider trading. He purchased 10,000 shares of stock in Rudman Pharmaceuticals one day before it got approval from the FDA to market a new cancer drug. That stock doubled overnight. Toshiro Osaka, our Japanese entrepreneur When Hernando Cruz made the trade, Osaka was the CFO at Rudman Pharmaceuticals. Miles Chapman ā He was the regulator who approved the drug. And Drew Roberts was Cruzās co-worker who oversaw all of the trades.
Cooper: You think they were in on it with the husband?
Ressler: Iām saying maybe the husband wasnāt in on it at all. Maybe they set him up.
Samar: It makes sense. Vanessa Cruz is a frame-up artist. Maybe she got the idea from seeing how easy it was for these people to frame her husband.
Aram: Wait. The evidence you found in Cruzās loft suggests sheās been targeting dozens of victims.
Ressler: All one-percenters ā People who personify the same greed that cost her husband his life.
Cooper: Assuming that sheās going after everyone who was involved in framing her husband, the question is, whoās left?
Ressler: I donāt know, but I do know someone who can tell us.
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Liz: Before you made your fortune in the private sector, you worked in the division of corporate finance at the S.E.C.
Conway: Yeah, so? Did you look at the research I gave you?
Ressler: Tell us about Hernando Cruz.
Conway: Did you find anything?
Ressler: Hernando Cruz. He was a trader for Oakside Investments in 2008. He killed himself after you were about to open an investigation into him for insider trading.
Conway: So? What does that have to do with ā I thought you were looking for the woman who set me up.
Ressler: It was his wife who set you up, and now we know why ā Along with Toshiro Osaka, Miles Chapman, and Drew Roberts.
Liz: Tell us about Hernando Cruz.
Ressler: He didnāt jump off that bridge, did he, Lester?ā¤
Liz: Donāt look so depressed. Todayās your lucky day. We found out who framed you.
Conway: Cruz. It was his wife?
Ressler: Maybe we can help you. Maybe you can talk to us, and maybe we can make a deal.
Conway: It was 2007, before the crash ā Height of subprime mortgages, bundling, things that really hurt people. But this ā It was a victimless crime. We had every angle covered ā The trading floor, the regulatory agencies.
Ressler: You made the S.E.C. look the other way.
Conway: I want a lawyer.
Ressler: No, no, no. What you want is a deal, and the only way youāre gonna get that is if you keep talking. So ā Talk.ā¤
Conway: Everyone was going to look the other way, except that kid, Cruz. He found out, went to his boss. We tried to keep him quiet, but he refused. He was too idealistic.
Liz: So you were a part of a conspiracy, and when Cruz tried to go against you, he was murdered ā Thrown off a bridge to keep him from blowing the whistle. Thatās when you framed him, which is why she framed you.
Conway: When I knew her, she was nobody, a ranch hand. How did she ā
Liz: If Cruz went to his boss, like you said, why was it never reported?
Conway: Because his boss was in on it.
Ressler: What was his name?
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Ressler: Mason Carlton, Thundridge Capital. Cruz has taken revenge on everyone but this guy. Find him, Aram.
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[ Computer chimes ] [ Cruz and Carlton texting ]
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Aram: I called Carltonās office, and nobodyās picking up. His cell is going straight to voicemail.
But get this ā I accessed his cell records, and I found a ton of inappropriate messages with his assistant. Her name is Abby Issa. Either this girl is having an affair with her boss ā
Liz: ā Or heās being catfished. You said she was his assistant?
Aram: Which means sheād have the keys to the kingdom ā Passwords, financials, credit cards. Thereās a hit on Mason Carltonās Amex. He reserved a room for tonight at the Wolverton Hotel.
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Carlton: Hello? Abby? How long have you been here?
Cruz: [ Wearing wig to look like Abby Issa ] Hello, Mr. Carlton.
Carlton: Who the hell are you?
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Cruz: Hernando Cruz. Surely you remember him ā The young day trader you and your colleagues framed and murdered. There were six of you ā Pigs. Too good to work, too refined and elegant to sweat. So you and all the other useless, greedy pigs instead gorge yourselves, grow fat on the sweat of the other 99%. So ā Little piggy ā I will tell you how this is going to work. You and Abby have been having an affair. Thereās a digital paper trail of texts and pictures. Your fingerprints and DNA are in her apartment. You reserved this room. Iāve arranged it so the police will believe youāve been to her apartment, just like Iāve arranged for them to believe Abby discovered you were embezzling from your firm and was gonna blackmail you ā unless you pay her to keep quiet. Theyāll confirm sheād gone to a lawyer, prepared a sexual-harassment lawsuit, which she threatened you with, so you shot her with the gun she bought to protect herself before turning it on yourself. Abby ā She has such a big heart. Sheās so innocent, so unsuspecting ā Just like ā But this is the only way. You have to pay for what you did.
[ Door beeps ]
Issa: Hey. Iām here. Sorry Iām late. What is this?
[ Telephone rings ] [ Ringing ]
Front Desk: Hello, this is security calling. I have a gentleman and a lady from the FBI here whoād like to have a word with Mr. Carlton.
Cruz: Iām sorry, Abby. [ Crying ] Iām so sorry.
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Security: [ to Ressler and Liz ] Follow me, please.
Ressler: [ Beeps ] Hands where I can see them. Hands in the air!
Issa: [ Crying ] She said she made a mistake. She said she made a horrible mistake.
Liz: Radio security! Have them lock down the hotel! And call an ambulance! Ressler!
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Liz: You wanted to see me?
Cooper: I thought you should know [ Door closes ] Mason Carltonās gonna be charged in the murder of Hernando Cruz.
Liz: [ Sighs ] We lost her.
Cooper: Yes. And we will find her. What matters now is that the innocent people she framed are gonna be set free.
Liz: [ Pointing to his cane ] This here ā And you there? You have no idea how happy that makes me.
Cooper: [ Chuckles ] I wonder what his angle is.
Liz: Sir?
Cooper: Reddington. Why give us this case? Thank you. Whatās his interest in this Cruz woman?
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Mr Kaplan: Mrs. Cruz, my employer is a longtime admirer of yours.
Cruz: Who are you?
Kaplan: He understands your gambit has run its course. The FBI knows what youāre up to. Theyāre looking for you now, which means you have one of two choices Run and hide, or accept his help.
Cruz: What help? And whoās this Employer?
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[ Knock on door ]
Liz: I got your message. What is this place?
Tom: Reddington.
Liz: Tom, what are you still doing here?
Tom: Iāve been thinking about what you said ā About needing to tell you the truth. So Iām gonna tell you the truth.
Liz: I donāt understand.
Tom: The passports ā The passports came from Reddington. Liz, thereās more.
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Jasper: Itās me. Itās done.
Red: Iām listening.
Jasper: The vote went your way. The Director wasnāt very happy, but a voteās a vote.
Red: And Hobbs?
Jasper: He wants to meet.
Red: Yes, Iām quite sure he would have. But he canāt, can he?
Jasper: What are you talking about?
Red: Hobbs was to contact me after the vote was cast. He didnāt, which means heās dead, which means you betrayed him. Betrayed me.
Jasper: Thatās not true. He specifically asked that the three of us should meet so that we can discuss the future.
Red: You need to run, Jasper. Run like the prairie wind, because Iām coming for you. And when I find you, Iām going to cut out that forked tongue of yours and deliver it to the Director myself.ā¤ āā Itās time to go away, Dembe.
Dembe: Agent Keen wants to meet regarding the Fulcrum.
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Red: Whatās wrong?
Liz: I just spent the last 42 hours dealing with a man who is a lifelong habitual, pathological liar.
Red: Tom.
Liz: Yes. Tom.
Red: Lizzie ā
Liz: Donāt give me advice. This man, this liar, he told me something ā Something that I need you to confirm. Now, before I ask, I want you to understand that I expect you to give me the dignity of a yes or a no. Do you understand?
Red: Yes. Iām the one who hired Tom Keen to enter your life. Can I explain?
Liz: No. No, you cannot explain. Here. [ Gives him the Fulcrum ] This is all you wanted. Now you have it.
Red: Lizzie, when I hired Tom ā
Liz: I said please do not attempt to explain why. I donāt care why. I just want this to stop. I want it all to stop, right now. Take it!
Red: Lizzie. Lizzie!
[ Gunshot: Red is hit ]
Liz: No!ā¤
Dembe: Raymond!
Liz: Dembe!
[ Gunshots ] [ Dembe gets case with Fulcrum ]
Liz: Reddington!
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Date last updated: 8/8/2015
Program air date: 4/23/2015 in the US
Script with extras: http://wp.me/pDKwi-Ps
Source: Raw Scripts from Springfield [UK]: http://bit.ly/1Do56Zu
NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1DI2HGQ
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Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Director: Michael Waxman
Writers: Brandon Margolis, Brandon Sonnier, Kirsten Reidel, James Campalongo
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Script 2:19 Leonard Caul
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Blurb: Red has been shot and cannot risk going to an emergency room where his enemies can find him. He tells Liz to find Leonard Caul. Dembe instructs Liz to go to a flat to get the suitcase Red retrieved from the trunk of the Presidential limo.
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Voice-over: Previously on The Blacklist:
Red: Alan Fitch directed me to that safe. What does he want me to know?
Leonard Caul (formerly known as Mystery Man): It is happening.
Red: What is? Whatās happening?
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Red: Aram, I need your assistance locating the source of a call that was placed to a pay phone. I canāt stress enough the urgency of this matter.
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Red: I donāt think you have any real comprehension of the depth and breadth of your vulnerability. But only the one who possesses the Fulcrum could possibly fathom that.
The Director: I donāt think you have it. Donāt think you ever did.
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Hobbs: The Fulcrum ā if you have it, if you can prove you have it, do it now. Your life depends on it.
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Liz: I have the Fulcrum. Tell me what it is, and Iāll tell you where to find it.
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Red: Yes. Iām the one who hired Tom Keen to enter your life.
Liz: Here. [ Gives him the Fulcrum ] This is all you wanted.
Red: Lizzie. Lizzie! [ Gunshot ]
Dembe: Raymond!
Liz: Dembe!
[ Leonard Caul, a surveillance expert, is working in a red-lit room with photographs of Red, Liz and Tom which cover recent events in the series. At the same time he is listening to recordings of such recent events: ]
Liz: What youāre asking me to do ā I appreciate that you turned yourself in. You came back for me.
Tom: Liz, Iām in danger. I need the passports.
Liz: I canāt. I just canāt.
Tom: Liz, please!
Liz: Theyāre not just passports. You hid them in a box under the floor in our home! They represent everything Iām trying to forget.
Tom: I know. I wouldnāt ask you unless it was important.
Liz: Theyāre locked up in Evidence.
Tom: Thatās exactly why they should still be clean.
Liz: Iām not gonna walk into Evidence and steal them for you ā Why would I do that?
Tom: You want me gone? Do this, and youāll never see me again.
[ Static ]
Liz: You need to leave. Go. Now.
[ Beep ]
[ Sound switches to Police Chatter with Leonard Caul listening in real-time ]
All units, shots fired at Euclid and Drake.
Officer: Echo 23 en route.
Officer #2: Echo 28 en route.
Copy.
FBI-issued plate ā 7-4-3-6-Uniform-Sierra ā under fire.
Possible officer involved in shooting.
One male confirmed down.
Repeat ā plate 7-4-3-6-Uniform-Sierra.
Officer under fire.
[ Liz and Dembe are engaged in gunfight with shooters ]
[ Gunshots ]
Dembe: Stay down!
Liz: You have eyes?
Dembe: Fourth floor. East side.
[ Gunshots continue ]
Look out! Down. [ Shoots man approaching on sidewalk ]
[ Gunshots ]
Liz: We got to get him out of here.
Dembe: Get in!
[ They get Red into car. He is conscious but coughing and choking on blood ]
Letās go!
[ Engine turns over ] [ Tires squeal ]
Liz: [ On phone ] Cooper, this is Keen. Reddington is down. I repeat, he is down ā shot and critical.
Cooper: Shot? Where? Where are you?
Liz: Euclid and Drake, headed southwest.
Red: Lizzie, donāt.
Liz: Reddington, stay still. Heās shot in the chest. Iām gonna lose him if I donāt get him to an ER.
Cooper [ to Aram ]: Reddingtonās shot ā Euclid and Drake. Providence?
Liz: No, University.
Cooper [to Aram ]: University.
Aram: Iām trying to ping Agent Keenās phone now.
Cooper: Are you secure? Unfriendlies?
Liz: Unknown, but Iām gonna need an escort and backup.
[ Dembe grabs her phone away, disconnecting call ]
Liz: What are you doing?
Cooper: Keen? Agent Keen?
[ Monitor beeps ā Aramās monitor indicates call is disconnected ]
Dembe: Dial āstar, seven, seven.ā
Liz: What?
Dembe: Star, seven, seven.
[ Red coughs ]
Mr Kaplan: What is your location?
Liz: Who is this?
Mr Kaplan: What is your location?
Liz: Mr Kaplan?
Mr Kaplan: What is your location?ā¤
Liz: Capitol and M. [ To Dembe ] I donāt know what Mr Kaplan has planned, but we need to get him to a hospital right away.
Dembe: No hospitals.
Liz: Iām sorry, but we donāt have a choice. Iām not gonna let him die, and it canāt wait.
[ Coughing, wheezing ]
[ Cellphone rings ]
Liz: Mr. Kaplan?
Mr Kaplan: Thereās a warehouse 5312 Mass Avenue. Say it back. Get there now. Weāll be waiting.
Liz: 5312 Mass Avenue. Who will?
[ Red exhales sharply ]
Liz: Hold on. Please. Just hold on.
[ ā« Hanni El Khatibās āSave Meā plays ā« as people (doctors, nurses, techs) take calls, drop what theyāre doing and deploy to makeshift hospital in warehouse ā beautifully choreographed and edited ]
ā« Save me. Iām down man, Iām dying to meet you, no.
With the pen brushing in my thumbs now. Iām thinking, donāt let me go.
Donāt let me go, donāt let me go, donāt let me go
Assistant: One of our men on Euclid is dead.
The Director: And the target?
Assistant: Hit. Wounded. Still in play.
The Director. Theyāll want to take our man to the ME. That cannot happen.
[ Man leaves ]
The Director: [ On phone ] Still alive. I want eyes on any and all medical resources he has. Get someone to the crime scene and find out how he got away and where he is hiding.
[ ā« Music continues as activity is taking place at warehouse hospital ]
ā« Poisoned in the desert, stranded in the sand.
The time press against my hopes now, liquid it fills my mouth.
Spit it out, weāll spit it out, weāll spit it out, weāll spit it out
ā« Baby, oh precious baby, keep moving, show me some light.
Keep breathing, donāt want you leaving, wonāt be the same without you.
Itāll be alright, itāll be alright, itāll be alright
Dembe: Heās shot in the chest, right side.
Paramedic: Entered the intercostal in the eighth rib. Absent breath sound in the right lung.
Nurse: BP is 60 over palp.
[ Medical voices: ]
Pulse is thready.
Abdomenās distended.
I need six units now. X-rays now.
Give me a tube. Give me a scope.
He dropped a lung ā stat chest tube.
[ Gagging ]
Red: [ To Liz ] You needā you need to find Leonard Caul.
Liz: Caul?
Red: Leonard Caul. T-t-talk to Dembe. [ Groaning ] You need to find him, Lizzie.
[ Gagging, coughing ]
[ Medical voices: ]
Get that line in.
Quick.
Stay with us.
Wright: Gone? What do you mean, gone?
Cooper: We instructed Keen to go to the ER at University. Our people cleared the floor. They never showed.
Wright: Thereās been an attempted assassination in broad daylight. You know Reddington was hit, ā and yet he and Keen have disappeared?
[ Door opens ]
Connolly: Well, that was certainly trial by fire.
Wright: Mr. Attorney General.
Connolly: Not for another week. Not ever if the press has anything to say about it. Iām up there spinning gold about all the great things Justice will do under my leadership when Iāve got an aide whispering in my ear aboutā
Cooper: We just found out ourselves.
Connolly: Harold, I was caught with my pants down, and as three ex-wives can attest to, itās not a pretty sight.ā¤
Wright: Keenās gone AWOL.
Connolly: Why were they meeting in the first place? Were they working a case?
Cooper: Iām not aware of the nature of the meeting.
Connolly: Harold, I donāt need to tell you whatās at stake here. You need to contain thisā whatever it takes, whatever you need. The full resources of my office are at your disposal.
Cooper: [ Cellphone ringing ] Thanks, Tom. Excuse me for a moment.
[ Ringing continues ] [ Beep ]
Cooper: [ Answers ] Cooper.
Liz: Reddingtonās in surgery.
Cooper: Surgery? Where? Weāve checked every ER in the city.
Liz: Weāre in a warehouse ā 5312 Mass Avenue. He has some sort of mobile crash team.
Cooper: Dispatch units now.
Liz: Reddington gave me a name.
Cooper: Who?
Liz: Leonard Caul.
Cooper: Who is Leonard Caul?
Liz: He must know something about the people who organized the hit.
Ressler: So Reddington knows whoās behind this.
Liz: Whoever they are came after Reddington because they thought he had this device, the Fulcrum. Itās a blackmail file on a group, this cabal. He told them he had it, and he didnāt. And they finally called his bluff and tried to kill him, and they will not stop until they do.
Cooper: Unless we find Leonard Caul.
Aram: Thereās nothing on him in the system.
[ Monitor beeping ]
Liz: According to Dembe, before Fitch died, he told Reddington to find Caul, that he would have information about the Fulcrum, the cabal. Reddington asked Aram to trace a call to an apartment, but when they got there, Caul was gone. All they found was blood ā no body.
Aram: Well, he didnāt tell me what it was for, and I, uh, definitely didnāt ask, but I could probably still pull up the location.
Cooper: All right, Keen. We got a team on the way. Stay safe for 15 minutes, and youāre home.
[ Medical voices: ]
We need to find the tear.
What are his vitals?
Nurse: BP is 90 over 60, pulse 140. Iām giving pressors and more fluids. I need another unit of blood.
[ Monitor beeping ]
Ressler: So, Aram traced that call to an apartment at 3130 Sheridan Road.
Samar: The name on the lease was an alias, but there was a police report filed by the apartment manager who found blood in the home.
Ressler: So we pulled the admission logs at the nearby ERs.
Samar: Three gunshot wounds, six cases of domestic violenceā
Ressler: And one guy who comes in with his two fingers in a ziplock bag.
Cooper: Leonard Caul?
Samar: He didnāt leave a name. There were cops in the ER, and when he saw them, he left.
Cooper: How can you be sure itās the man weāre looking for?
Samar: We canāt. But he left his fingers behind.
Cooper: I want any surveillance from that ER. Interview the doctors on call. Contact Metro PD, see if they ran the prints.
[ Monitor beeping ]
Dembe: Weāve got company!
Liz: Protective detail.
[ Camera shutter outside clicking ]
[ Two men in uniform enter ]
Uniformed Man: Weāve got units securing the perimeter and a chopper inbound to evac the patient.
Liz: No, weāre not ā
[ Gunshots. Mr Kaplan shoots both men dead ]
Liz: What the hell?!
Mr Kaplan: The Bureau issues Glocks or Sigs. Whoever these gentlemen are, theyāre not FBI.
Dembe: There will be more.
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[ Liz enters the makeshift operating room. The surgeon is on the floor, dead of a gunshot wound ]
Liz: How long before we canā Whatās his status?
Nurse: What?
Liz: His status, what is it? Can he be moved?
Nurse: No. M-maybe. I donāt know.
Liz: I need a definitive answer. We have to go now.
MD or [ or maybe an OR nurse]: Go? We canāt go: If we move him, heāll bleed to death.
Other male medical: We just now found the compromised artery. We still have to cauterize it before we can close him.
Liz: So do it.
Doctor/Nurse: That was his job. [ Indicating dead surgeon on floor ]
Liz: Does anyone here have surgical training?
Female medical: Two years, Fresno State.
Liz: Youāre up, Fresno.
[ Mr Kaplan enters, shows Liz screen of cell phone ]
Liz: Theyāre coming.
Mr Kaplan: Yes, I responded to their message, but we donāt have more than 15 or 20 minutes.
Doctor: 20? No, we need at least 30 minutes to close this tear.
Liz: You have 15.
Nick: No. Absolutely not.
Liz: Nick, please.
Nick: Liz, I havenāt heard from you for three years.
Liz: I wouldnāt ask if I had any other choice.
Nick: Find another doctor.
Liz: I had another doctor.
Nick: Great. Use him.
Liz: I canāt.
Nick: Why? Did you turn down his marriage proposal, too?
Liz: Listen to meā a man is going to die if you donāt help us. Iām begging you.
Nick: Where do you want me to go?
[[ I usually try to ignore the time-warp issues on this show but, srsly: she doesnāt have 30mins, only 15, so she calls up an old boyfriend who just happens to live in DC, makes up w him, and he can be at the warehouse in time to get his loans paid for and perform two separate surgeries ā all in 15mins. A bit muchā¦]]
[ Tomās warehouse. Gun drawn, Liz enters. Gun drawn, Tom answers. ]
Liz: What are you doing here?
Tom: I live here.
Liz: I didnāt know where else to go.
[ Gurney w Red on it is wheeled in ]
Tom: Over here.
Medical Woman: BP is 70 palp. Pulse is critical but stable.
Tom: This is for you, Liz, not for him.
Samar: The protective detail is at the warehouse. Thereās no sign of Keen or Reddington.
Aram: The shooter at the first crime scene, the EMTs who were taking him to the ME, they never showed.
Samar: There were three bodies found at the warehouse ā two men posing as FBI and Dr. Mark Child, Chief of Surgery at Georgetown.
[ Cellphone rings ]
Cooper: Agent Keen. Are you safe?
[ Gun cocks ]
Liz; Whoās with you?
Cooper: Just us ā Ressler, Navabi, Mojtabai.
Liz: And who dispatched the detail?
Cooper: The DC field office.
Liz: That must be where the leak came from.
Cooper: Where are you?
Liz: A safe house.
Cooper: Give me an address. Weāll send our own men now.
Liz: Reddingtonās team is here. Weāre secure.
Samar: How is he?
Liz: Heāsā I donāt know for sure, but itās bad.
Cooper: What do you need? Tell us, and weāll do it.
Liz: I need you to find Leonard Caul. āā I thought youād be gone.
Tom: That was the plan. Then I thought maybe if I stayed, Iād have a shot at a normal life. Does Nick have any idea what youāve gotten him into?
Liz: Heās not a part of this. Heās just a doctor.
Tom: Reddingtonās a bad man, Liz. Heās bad for anyone who comes in contact with him. Heās bad for you. His world, this right here, unless you get out, this will devour you.ā¤
Liz: It doesnāt matter if heās bad. What matters is he has answers about me, and Iām staying until I get them.
Tom: Well, maybe I could help you get those answers.
Liz: I doubt that.
Tom: Liz, I know a lot more about Reddington than you think.
Nick: The bullet nicked the right lung. I was able to reinflate it with a chest tube, and weāll start him on a prophylactic antibiotic.
Liz: What about the bullet?
Nick: Thatās the problem. It has a percussion cap, which causes it to essentially explode. By some miracle, it didnāt. If I try to remove it, if I touch it the wrong way Itās like thereās a land mine inside him and youāre asking me to dig it up.
Liz: Can you do it or not?
Nick: [ To Tom ] We were never formally introduced. I believe the only time we met you were in her kitchen, making coffee in your underwear.ā¤
Tom: Well, if itās any consolation, she dumped me, too.
Liz: Can you do it?
Nick: You may not remember, but I worked my way through schoolā nights, weekends, and I still had to take out loans. I busted my hump, and I am still $376,422 in debt. Can I do it? Absolutely. For $376,422. I know who he is. I donāt why heās here or what you have to do with him, but I know.
Mr Kaplan [ Opens suitcase to reveal: ] $500,000ā unmarked, untraceable. Mr. Reddington insists on being prepared for all contingencies. Shall we continue?
Samar Navabi: We checked with NCIC. The prints they ran on our eight-fingered mystery man were a dead end.
Ressler: No criminal record, no background check.
Aram: He wasnāt in their system.
Samar: But he was in Mossadās. Leonard Caulās real name is Joseph McCray. Heās former CIA.
Aram: Last-known photograph dates back to 1981.
Ressler: He was part of Operation Harwood, a covert surveillance unit run out of Managua to keep tabs on the Sandinistas.
Samar: The Agency knows who he is, but they wonāt say. Classified.
Ressler: We canāt find him because his job is to blend in. Heās basically eyes and ears ā nothing else.
Aram: He may as well have been a ghost.
Cooper: Harwood was run by a woman named Helen Jubal. Senate Intelligence Committee shut it down in the wake of Iran-Contra. Tom Connolly was legal counsel.
Ressler: You think Connolly can get her to talk?
Cooper: Iāll ask him. Weāve been trading a few favors lately.
Helen Jubal: I could be arrested for even acknowledging Mr. McCray exists.
Cooper: As luck would have it, I know a few people in law enforcement.
Jubal: [ Chuckles ] Tommy said you were a smooth operator.
Cooper: He says you can help me find Leonard Caul, or the man you know as Mr. McCray.
Jubal: Havenāt spoken to him in years.
Cooper: Is that a fact?
Jubal: Well, the unit broke up. He didnāt take it well, becameā
Cooper: Ms. Jubal, letās cut to it, shall we? McCray was an agent of yours. Heās in trouble, on the run. The next Attorney General has given me carte blanche to inquire as to his whereabouts. Anyone obstructing that inquiry will have to answer to him.
Jubal: He came to me recently, said heād gotten himself wrapped up in some kind of business with Raymond Reddington.
Cooper: Hmm.
Jubal: Thatās what this is aboutā your hunt for Reddington.
Cooper; Ms. Jubal, tell me where he is.
Jubal: Heās scared, hurt, had no place to goā Iām assuming because of Reddington. If I tell you where he is, do you promise to use that information only as a means to find Reddington?
Cooper; You have my word.
[ Sighs ] [ Monitor beeping ] [ Surgical team removes bullet ]
Dembe: Elizabeth. In Bethesda, thereās a small second-story flat. In the flat, you will find a desk.
The middle drawer has a false front. Remove it, and you will find a silver case along with a key.
Liz: This is about the Fulcrum.
Dembe: Yes. You still have it.
Liz: I do.
Dembe: This case, the key I need you to bring them here to Raymond, to Leonard Caul.
Liz: Thatās why Reddington wanted us to find Caul, because he can decipher the Fulcrum.
[ Monitors beeping ]
Liz: Heās gonna be okayā¦?
Dembe: This flatā Raymond can never know you were there. Do you understand, Elizabeth?ā I would go if I could, but I canāt. [ Lock disengages ā looking ahead to scene showing Liz entering flat ] I canāt leave him alone. Raymond must never know you were there.ā¤
[ Liz is shown entering a modest, old-fashioned flat ]
Connolly: Where are we with this thing?
Cooper: According to Agent Keen, Reddington is in surgery. Itās touch and go.
Connolly: In surgery?
Wright: Where? Whatās their location?
Cooper: Iām not at liberty to say.
Wright: I suggest you take the liberty.
Cooper: We have a lead on Leonard Caul. Helen Jubal tipped us to a safe house in Alexandria. My people are looking into it.
Wright: Thatās not what I asked. I asked for the location of Reddington.
Connolly: Heās right to keep us out of the loop, Reven. You know the protocol. If thereās even the slightest suspicion of a leak, information is need-to-know.
Cooper: I trust Agent Keen.
Wright: After the Harbormaster? Iām beginning to regret sweeping that under the rug. She kept this Fulcrum secret, a blackmail file on some nefarious group, and then she gave this file to Reddington?
Cooper: I donāt know that she gave it to him.
Connolly: I appreciate your loyalty to Agent Keen, Harold, but you have to admit thereās a possibility sheās being completely manipulated by Reddington. What if the reason he chose her in the first place is because he wanted to get his hands on this thing? What if thatās the real reason he turned himself in?
Cooper: I donāt believe that.
Connolly: All this talk about some personal connection between Reddington and Keen, why he chose her, some shared historyā What if Reddington doesnāt care about Agent Keen and itās all been a manipulation?ā¤
[ Liz explores flatā¦ Cat meows. Liz gasps, then sighs, relieved ]
Liz: Hey, sweetheart. Hi, kitty.
[ Cat meows, purring; kitty looks exactly like my kitty! ]
[ Camera shutter clicks outside safe house ]
[ Monitor beeping. Red awakens. ]
Dembe: The doctor says you did well.
Red: Elizabeth?
Dembe: Sheās fine.
Red: You need to go to my flat.
Dembe: Iām taking care of it.
Red: You were right, Dembe. I shouldāve told her.
Dembe: I understand why you didnāt.
Red: [ Scoffs ] No, you donāt. [ Chuckles ] The blessing of an honest man.ā¤
Dembe: She still hasnāt found Caul.
Red: She wonāt. But if she looks for him, heāll find her.ā¤
[ Liz explores flat, sees photos on mantle, some old, some newer. A photo of Liz 8-10yo and Sam that weāve seen before is among them. A photo of a man in a military uniform, a square-faced woman smiling in a graduation gown and cap. Liz show surprise at one photo of an adult, face mostly obscured by sun glare, in a swing with a young girl, 3-5yo. Though dressed in a plaid shirt w muscular arms, the adult now appears to be a woman, shoulder-length, page-boy style hair, with a broad smile. The girl has dark hair. Liz uses her phone to capture an image of the photo, puts it back on the mantle. Liz collects the things she came for and prepares to leaveā¦ ]
[ Door opens. It is the man with the photo and surveillance lab we saw earlier ā the same man who has been snapping surveillance shots since Red was shot. It is ā¦ ]
Leonard Caul [ gun drawn ]: Hello, Agent Keen. Why donāt we go back inside and have a little chat?
Tom: Donāt take it. You take that money, and heāll have his hooks in you.ā¤ Trust me, itās the last thing you want.
Nick: Iām not a criminal. Iāve never even gotten a speeding ticket.
Tom: Donāt take it.
Nick: When I heard you two were getting married, I was happy for her. People said you were okay, a teacher. Later on, they told me you were planning to adopt a child and start a family. Guess you two decided to go another route.
Liz: I wonāt take you to Reddington.
Caul: Yes, you will.
Liz: You tried to kill him in the street today, at the warehouse.
Caul: The cabal tried to kill him. Itās what they do ā eliminate their enemies.
[ He shows her bandage covering wound on his neck. ]
Liz: Youāre Leonard Caul.
Caul: Reddington sent you to find me.
Liz: Whatās your connection to Reddington?
Caul: Alan Fitch. I believe he wanted us to meet. Shortly after Reddington contacted me, there was an attempt on my life. Thatās when I knew I could trust him.ā¤
Liz: When someone tried to kill you?
Caul: Yes, the cabal [ ie āallianceā ] ā to keep us apart. Iāve been in hiding ever since, watching, waiting for a signal from Reddington that it was safe to meet. He sent word earlier today.
Liz: He was shot earlier today.
Caul: I know. He sent word after ā through you.ā¤
Liz: He knew youād be watching.
Caul: I donāt like having the FBI running my prints, accessing my covert files, talking with my former CO. When I saw that happening, I knew it meant one of two things. You either want to arrest me or talk to me. Which is it, Agent Keen? [ Places gun on desk ]
Liz: [ Sighs ] Tell me what you know about the Fulcrum.
Caul [ referring to metal impact-resistant case, the one Ted had retrieved from the Presidential limo, the one Dembe had sent her to get: ] Is that the Interface? You donāt know how it works. If you trust him, Agent Keen, you will show it to me. Itās what he wants.
[ Latches click, Liz opens case to reveal ā a complex apparatus, knobs, counters, a keyboard of sorts ]
Caul: He gave you a key.
[ Liz hands him the key. It is Pepperās key, which looks like a skeleton key ]
Tom [ to Red, who is awake but remains silent ]: You know, that day at the hospital, the day Sam died, I think about that day a lot. I worked for you two yearsā we never met. You were always this shadow, moving from place to place, talked about, but never seen. And then there you were. To see you sitting there after Iād betrayed your trust, gone to work for Berlin, I was terrified. I sat there listening to you threaten me, threaten anyone who could hurt Liz. And all I could think was youā You are the one who hurts Liz the most.ā¤ Sheās here in this right now because of you. And I know I played a part in that, and Iām not saying I didnāt, butā Trying to fix that. So I told her the truth about us. Iām telling you this because I donāt want you to be confused about my part in any of thisā you, Liz [ Sighs ] All of it. Iām out. Iām done.
Caul: Thereās a device ā itās called a ābubble module.ā Itās the size of a quarter.ā¤
[ Rustling ]
[ Liz hands him the small box we ā and all the characters ā have been calling āThe Fulcrumā ]
Liz: Smartest person I know couldnāt figure out how to read this.
Caul: Thatās because he didnāt have the ciphertext.
[ Beeping. He removes tip of key, plugs it into the āinterface,ā plugs āFulcrumā unit in as well ]
Liz: How did you get it?
Caul: I didnāt get it. [ Keypad clacking ] I wrote it.ā¤
[ Machine comes alive. It includes a projector which shines with a blue light. Liz looks on in astonishment ]
[ Whirring ]
[ Liz and Caul are in car; he is driving ]
Caul: First time I saw it, I was speechless, too.
Liz: Some of the names on that list, people, theyāre CEOs, Defense contractors, intelligence officers from China, India, all over the world.ā¤
Caul: Those names you saw, those are just the beginning.
Liz: You worked for Fitch.
Caul: He was part of it. Heād been cut out of the loop. Director didnāt trust him. Thatās why Fitch reached out to me.
Liz: The Director?
Caul: Yes. Clandestine Services.
Liz: Waitā are you telling me the director of Clandestine Servā
Caul: Yes.ā¤
[ Theyāve come to the safe house. Men in dark clothing are working outside. ]
Liz: Keep driving.
Caul: But weāre here.
Liz: Keep driving.
[ ā« Glass Animalsā āExxusā plays ]
Liz: [ On phone ] Weāre compromised.
ā« when see you him, look him in the eye
Liz: Youāre surrounded.
Tom: Where are you?
Liz: Weāre close. I donāt know how many, but theyāre coming, and you need to be ready. Reddingtonā whatās his condition?
Tom. Heās better. But heās gonna get us all killed.ā¤
Liz: Iām calling for backup.
Redās guy: I got hostiles at Crescent to the north, more to the west.
Tom: [ To Redās guy ] Give me a gun. You donāt want the help, Iām happy to leave.
ā« ballpoint pen and makes nunchaku
Dembe: [ To Redās guy ] Itās okay.
you wake up with a hatchet over your head
[ Guns cock ]
Cooper: Keen, where the hell are you? Talk to me. Whatās going on?
Liz: 3295 Thompson. Our siteās been compromised. I donāt know by who, and right now I donāt care, but Reddingtonās inside, and he canāt be moved. I need you to send units now.
Cooper: Agent Ressler, notify HRT. I want Hopkins and his team only.
Ressler: Copy that.
Liz: We need to go back.
Caul: Youāre outnumbered.
Liz: We have to go back and help.
Caul: Thereās nothing you can do.
Liz: Theyāre going to kill Reddington. Theyāre gonna kill everyone. I-I canāt just walk away.
Caul: Yes, you can, and if you know whatās good, youāre going to keep walking.ā¤
Liz: What does that mean?
Caul: The Director never believed that Reddington had the Fulcrum. The moment Fitch died, it was only a matter of time before the Director called his bluff.
Liz: Thatās it.
Caul: What? Agent Keen, what are you thinking?
Director: [ On phone ] Make it quick. Iāve got the National Security Council waiting. How much resistance? I donāt care what it takes. I want the target eliminated.
[ Monitor beeping, footsteps approach. Itās Mr Kaplan ]
Mr Kaplan: [ to guard ] Go.
ā« open your eyes, chokinā on his bed choking on his bed
Mr Kaplan: [ To Red ]We have a situation.
ā« take a toke of his wet cigarette he picks your brains,
you stub it on his chest slit his tongue with one fast hand
and you stuff his mouth with the salty sand
tie his arms with hair from his head
Red: What are you doing, Kate?
Red: Keeping you alive.
ā« like a rusty can
Red: Thereās nothing you can do here.
Mr Kaplan: Iām not leaving you, Raymond.
Red: You need to go. Find a way out. Iāll be fine. And if Iām not, you know what to do. But you wonāt be able to do it unless you leave.ā¤
[ Reluctantly, Mr Kaplan kisses Red sweetly on his forehead and leaves ]
ā« I can see you runninā I can see you runninā
and youāre gone in the blink of my eye
gone, gone, gone, in the blink of my eye
I can see you runninā I can see you runninā
and youāre gone in the blink of my eye
gone, gone, gone, in the blink of my blink of my, blink of my ā
[ Shouts ] [ Explosion ] [ Groans ] [ Gun clicking ] [ Gunfire in distance ]
Man: President approved it, as well.
The Director: Yes, I-I understand that.
Assistant: Excuse me. Iām sorry, but thereās an agent here to see you.
The Director: Oh, not now.
Assistant: Itās Elizabeth Keen. She says she has information about something called the Fulcrum.
The Director: Thank you. We are going to have to postpone.
Man: The President is expecting us to get back ā
The Director: The President will have to wait.ā¤ If youāll excuse us. That will be all.
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The Director: I admire your nerve, Agent Keen, barging in here like this. But Iām afraid itās too late.
Liz: Well, then youāre gonna have to read about this in tomorrowās New York Times.ā¤
[ Device whirring ]
Liz: The Fulcrum. You didnāt think Reddington had it. Well, here it is, and it tells quite a story ā political assassinations, terrorism. We know who you are, what youāve done.ā¤ You called Reddingtonās bluff, and you lost. Call it off.
The Director: I told you itās too late.
Liz: Pick up the phone right now and call it off.ā¤
[ Red has been shooting attackers, runs out of bullets, crawls out of bed to try to get a gun from a dead guy. Heās surrounded ] [ Grunts, breathing heavily ] [ Guns aimed at him, but instead of killing him, they leave, one by one. The operation has been called off ]
[ Receiver clicks ]
The Director: You have no idea the enemies you just made.
Liz: Iām afraid I do.ā¤ You can keep that. We have copies. [ Turns to leave ]
The Director: I never saw it before.
Liz: Saw what?
The Director: How much you look like your mother.ā¤
[ Liz arrives at Redās bedside ]
Red: Lizzie.
Liz: Weāve cleared a wing at Sibley Memorial for you and your medical team. Cooper will oversee your security personally.
Red: Lizzie. When I hired Tom Keenā
Liz: Donāt. Thereās nothing you can say.
Red: [ Persisting ] When I hired Tom Keen, it was at a time of profound transition in your life. Youād already left behind the relative safety and innocence of youth. Samās care as a father had served you well, but youād outgrown him. A-and I knew that [Inhales sharply] eventually my life would jeopardize yours. So, in an admittedly presumptuous and ultimately futile effort to keep you safe, I hired Tom simply to be there as a friend of a friend to look after you from an armās length. When I learned that your relationship had become intimate, I fired him. I shouldāve removed him, but you were already in love with him. And Tom, he shifted his allegiance to Berlin in part to protect himself from me, but also because it allowed for an inextricable intimacy and commitment to you.ā¤ And so you were married. And I couldnāt stay away any longer. A confluence of peril had entered your life, and I wanted to be within reach, to have influence. I turned myself in to the FBI to point you toward a truth that inevitably you would have to discover for yourself.ā¤
Liz: Is that all of it?
Red: Some of it.ā¤
Liz: Why couldnāt you just have said yes? It wouldnāt kill you to lie just once to make someone feel good.ā¤
Director: I understand youāre conflicted. Lives were lost today. But the work we do is important. [ Liquid pouring ] We help provide peace, stability. Children can go to school, families to church without fear ā or certainly with less of it because of us. And you wanted to be a part of that. Itās a solemn responsibility and, on days like today, a heavy one. And few people are capable of honoring that responsibility. You areā we know that, and we believe in you. We also know that we asked you to betray a friend. Well, you want a seat at the table. Now you have one.ā¤
[ The Director has been talking to soon-to-be Attorney General Tommy Connolly ]
Tom Keen: Came as soon as I could.
Liz: [ Breathes deeply ] I think youāre right. [ Voice breaking ] Reddington ā What happened today I think itās gonna devour me.ā¤
Tom: What I saidā [ Sniffles ] What I meant was that it would devour most people. Itās not gonna devour you.
Liz: You said you could help me find answers.
Tom: Yeah. I think I can.
Liz: Tell me what you know about Reddington.
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Last updated: 8/8/2015
Program air date: 4/30/2015 in the US
Script with extras: http://wp.me/pDKwi-RL
Source: Raw Scripts from Springfield [UK]: http://bit.ly/1Do56Zu
NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1FCxquK
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Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Director: Karen Gaviola
Writers: J.R. Orci, Lukas Reiter
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Script 2:20 Quon Zhang
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Blurb: Liz prevails on Red for information about the photo of the woman with the small girl she found in Redās secret flat. Red captures a cabal member to get information on an upcoming attack and a smuggler of dead bodies reveals heās just smuggled in one very much alive.
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[ Two men enter cemetery. One is Chinese with severe burn scars on the back of his head: Quon Zhang ]
Quon Zhang: Plot 332. This is it.
[ Begins digging ] [ Speaking Chinese ]
[ Worker with flashlight comes across Quon Zhang ]
Worker: Hey, whatās going on here? Lose the shovel. Keep your hands where I can see them.
What are you doing here?
[ The other man approaches worker from behind. Together they disable him ]
[ Conversing in Chinese ]
Quon Zhang: Mr Liao, pleasure to see you.
Broker: What do we have today?
Quon Zhang: Marjorie Lin, 24, unmarried. She was going for her PhD.
Broker: Cause of death?
Quon Zhang: [ Hands him folder ] Heart attack. No history of illness. Or STDS. As requested.
Broker: How much?
Quon Zhang: $37,000.
Broker: Iāll take it.
[ Broker leaves ]
Quon Zhang: [ In English, to corpse ] Youāre going to be so pretty.
Liz: I had the photo enhanced. Itās a rough extrapolation of features since the face was almost entirely blown out. I ran it through every FBI database from facial recognition, mug shots, surveillance feeds ā
Tom: Or I could just buy this boat, and we could disappear.
Liz: Do you know how many images are in the NGI database? ā
Tom: If we go away, none of that matters
Liz: ā and not a single one of her.
Tom: Reddington knows who she is.
Liz: I know who she is. That girl ā Thatās me. And the woman I believe that may be my mother.
Tom: That mean Reddingtonās your dad?
Liz: No. My father died when I was 4, in a fire. Reddington was there. I think she may have been, too.
Tom: Why donāt you just ask him?
Liz: If Reddington wanted me to know the truth, he would have told me by now. He wants to keep me from knowing, and he will bully anyone who might help me into silence.
Tom: Well, thatās his tell ā The silence. Berlin had me keep tabs on him, or try to. The mere mention of his name was like Iād asked for their first born. He thinks the fear protects him, but the fear he instills ā Silence canāt hide it. You can see it in their eyes. Whenever I did, I knew Reddington had been there.
Liz: What?
Tom: That stamp. The ring ā Iāve seen it before.
Liz: Where?
Tom: Berlin. He wore a ring with that exact hallmark. Itās a Russian inspection stamp.
Liz: You know people who worked with Berlin. You could reach out.
Red: My apologies, Leonard. I intended to be earlier.
Leonard Caul: You had a bullet removed from your chest five days ago. Itās a wonder youāre here at all. Iāve configured an optical character recognition program to create hard copies of the data of the Fulcrum.
Red: That dataās over 25 years old. Much of it must be obsolete.
Caul: Most of the key delegations are run by the same players.
Red: The Director believes there are too many players on the board. He thinks a bipolar world is inherently more stable.
Caul: Whatever theyāre planning to accomplish, it wonāt commence until 2017.
Red: Well, heās advancing the time-line. And with Hobbs gone, Iāve lost my man on the inside. We need to find Kenneth Jasper. Heās one of the Directorās closest allies. Heāll know what theyāre planning. I threatened to kill him when he betrayed Roger Hobbs. More specifically, I threatened to cut out his tongue and deliver it to the Director personally. He wonāt be easy to find. But heās the best play.
Liz: [ Walking up lawn ] Swanky digs.
Red: Seeing as how you recently paid a visit to my apartment in Bethesda, you know I have a fondness for the old and somewhat decrepit.
Liz: Dembe asked me to go to get the interface for the Fulcrum.
Red: He needed you to get the Fulcrum. He wanted you to discover secrets. Did you discover any secrets, Lizzie?
Liz: [ Indicating folder on table ] Whatās that?
Red; Please, help yourself.
Liz: [ Groans ] Identification documents for Lien Mah. Fake birth certificate. Fake passport. Death certificate. Proof of embalming.
Red: Everything necessary to convince the U.S. State Department that Lien Mah was a Chinese national who died while visiting the United States and to arrange for her bodyās return to her homeland.
Liz: Who would ship a fictitious Chinese corpse to China?
Red: A rather clever smuggler, I imagine.
Liz: So, if Lien Mah is fake, then whose body are they shipping overseas? [ Reading ] āMarjorie Lin, 24, was laid to rest Monday afternoon. Not 10 hours later, her body was stolen in a brazen midnight grave robbery.ā You think the smuggler is using Marjorie Linās body?
Red: Compare the photo on Lien Mahās false passport to the photo of Marjorie Lin in the paper.
Liz: Same woman. But why this case? Whatās your angle?
Red: This smuggler also has business with the Cabal.
Liz: The Cabal?
Red: The Taiwan Festival Bombing in 2011. The I.E.D. that took out the convoy headed to the Chinese Consulate in Jakarta last year. Another 17 dead. Both were engineered by the Cabal. And this same smuggler was used to transport those explosives to their final destinations.
Liz: You want to target one of their assets? I went to the Director, showed him the Fulcrum, restored the dƩtente.
Red: The dĆ©tente is over, Lizzie. What you know about the Fulcrum ā What the Director now knows you know. By saving me, you revealed yourself to be a potent enemy, a target they will try to discredit or destroy. The smuggler. We need to find the smuggler.
Samar: So, we obtained a list from State of all the foreign nationals who died on U.S. soil and were repatriated back to their home countries. Of these, seven in particular stood out.
Cooper: How so?
Aram: Their passports were forged using fictitious names just like the documentation that Mr. Reddington provided on Marjorie Lin.
Ressler: And who were these women, really?
Samar: Marjorie Lin, A.K.A. Lien Mah, wasnāt the only body that was stolen. We were able to match the seven forged photographs with seven grave robberies in which the bodies were Asian females under 35 ā Chinese, to be specific.
Aram: And all of them were shipped back to various cities in China.
Cooper: Do we know who received the shipments on the other end?
Samar: I contacted the Chinese authorities. Theyāre launching an investigation.
Ressler: I doubt theyāll come up with much. I mean, given the elaborately forged paper trails, my bet is these funeral parlors donāt even exist.
Liz: Based on this guyās track record, thereās a good chance he was moving explosives in those caskets.
Aram: And weāll find out. As soon as our suspect files the paperwork authorizing the transportation of Lien Mah back to China, weāll know the flight number, and we can go seize the casket and see for ourselves.
Red: [ Sighs ] Thatās enough for today.
Dembe: Just one more lap, Raymond. This is an important part of your therapy.
Red: You should have let me die, Dembe. Nobody told me about this aimless walking.ā¤
Caul: [ Approching ] Jasperās gone.
Red: How gone?
Caul: Canceled all meetings and fled in his gulf-stream four days ago. Bogus flight plan. No record of any visas issued. Not as much as a passport swiped.
Red: Dembe, call Alex and Barton. Book them a flight to Key West. Jasperās yacht is docked at the Admiralās Club Marina A Benetti Romanza. Arrivederci Bella. Barton can pass for Jasper from a distance. Go aboard, take her out a mile or two, blow her up. Dembe will make it appear to be a death by misadventure. Tip off Frasier at The Journal and Brenda Short at Holford Capital. Stock in Jasperās conglomerate, Century View Media, will start hemorrhaging as soon as news of his tragic disappearance goes viral.
ā« Hey, big spender hey, big spender ā«
Red: Within hours, heāll have to hold a press conference to stem the bleeding. And then weāll have his location, or at least a starting point.
Caul: And if he decides to ride it out?
Red: He has two viciously rapacious ex-wives, a Brazilian bull shark of a mistress, and a thoroughbred ranch south of Ocala thatās a bottomless money pit. Heāll turn up.ā¤
Cooper: If youāre gonna keep stopping by like this, perhaps we should consider getting you an office.
Connolly: Iām getting sworn in tomorrow, Harold.
Cooper: Iām aware. Big day.
Connolly: Youāre damn right. And Iāve been getting calls from The Times, from The Post. There were witnesses. People think it was Reddington who was shot. People know it was him.
Cooper: We can deal with rumors. Whatās harder to deal with is proof, and there isnāt any.
Connolly: The press believes a fugitive from the FBIās most wanted list was here in D.C. And it looks like I donāt know anything about it. It gives the impression Iām more focused on transitioning into the job than doing the job. I want this handled.
Cooper: How do you suggest I do that?
Connolly; Thereās a reporter at The Post. His name is Josh Mandell. I want you to leak him something ā Anything. A redacted operational report to Reven Wright. Just enough to convey that my office and the FBI are all over the Reddington case.
Cooper: Youāre asking me to fabricate and then leak a classified document.
Connolly: Yes. Itās public relations, Harold.
Aram: Lien Mahās body was just delivered to Dulles. The casketās scheduled to be on Flight 241 to Beijing.
Cooper: Contact airport authority. Stop that flight. Make sure the casket doesnāt make it to the cargo hold.
Ressler: Get an E.O.D. team to meet us on site.
Liz: I just heard from Reddington. Uh, he wants to meet.
Ressler: About what?
Liz: He wonāt say. Heās still worried about leaks. Iāll have to catch up with you later.
Agent: Our preliminary x-rays didnāt reveal any explosive material or objects with a density common to C-4 or other incendiary plastics. We wonāt know what we got for sure till we get inside. To be safe, weāre gonna let the robot crack it.
[ Monitor beeping ]
Samar: Thatās definitely Marjorie Lin.
Agent: Interior looks clear.
Ressler: Thatās not possible. Our intel says that somethingās being smuggled out of the country in that casket.
Samar: What if what weāre looking for isnāt in the casket? What if heās brazen enough to hide the contraband in the body itself?
Agent: Weāre not gonna open that body.
Samar: No one here wants to put this woman through anything more than sheās already endured, but Iām afraid weāre going to have to insist.
Doctor: You know, when I was a, uh ā When I was a kid, I wanted to race motorcycles, and my mom said, āno, Jeffrey. Go into medicine. Itās safe.ā Thanks a lot, Mom.
Agent: All right. Here we go. Helmet on.
Doctor: Okay, yeah. Whew! [ Breathing rapidly ] Okay. Okay. Definitely should not have had tuna for lunch. Wish me luck. āā Okay. Here we go. Nice and easy. Nice and easy. All right. Okay, Iām gonna open her up by cutting along the path of the previous incision. Here we go.[ Sighs ] Iām in. All of the internal organs appear normal, post-embalming. Nothing here appears to be out of the ordinary. Sheās clean. In fact, sheās immaculate. This is one of the most impeccably preserved bodies I have ever seen. Weāre clear.
[ Shower running, toilet flushes ]
Tom: Did the same thing last month. Itās probably why you donāt recognize me. Konstantin. Berlin, man, heās tough. I had to get away for a while, go to Germany, figure a few things out.
Konstantin: I come here for the peace and quiet.
Tom: Sure. Sorry. Gosh, you know, I just thought maybe you could help me.
Man: He said to piss off, pal.
Tom: Just take a minute.
Konstantin: I donāt know who that is.
Tom: I think you do. Why donāt you take another look?
[ Fight breaks out ]
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Attendant: We got a problem.
Liz: Let him go!
Man: Ugh!
Liz: You okay?
Tom: Yeah.
Liz: I believe he was asking for a name.
Konstantin: I canāt. I swore on my life I wouldnāt.
Liz: You swore to whom?
[ Liz looks at sign-in sheet, sees a name she knows ]
Liz: Son of a bitch.
Tom: Whoās Bill Kershaw?
Liz: [ Scrounging around Redās secret flat ] Where is it? I know itās here. Thatās how you knew I was here, how you knew I saw the picture. Itās why you threatened people.
Jasper: [On Redās computer screen] The important thing is for our stockholders to understand that I am alive and well.
[ Red is watching, laughs ]
Reporter: And we understand that youāve lined up a series of interviews so that you can reassure ā
Red: Call Hollenbeck in Boston. I want a surveillance team outside that station when Jasper leaves. I suppose we should find out from Dr. Rentovitch if Iām cleared to fly.
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Liz: [ In Redās flat. ] Where are you? Where are you? Where are you?
Dembe: Raymond. [ Hands Red tablet computer showing Liz in apartment ]
Reporter: [ On computer screen ] ā¦ want to be assured that this company is stable.
Liz: [ Speaks into camera ] Hello, Mr. Kershaw.
Red: [ Groans ]
Liz: I saw your name on the mailbox. I know youāre listening. You know how I know? Because this is where you keep all of your secrets. And you donāt want anyone finding those out, do you? Well, unless you answer my questions, Iām gonna find every last one.
Red: Let me have your phone.
[ Lizās cellphone vibrates ]
Red: Youāve made your point, Agent Keen. Itās time we discuss the photograph.
Red: The girl is you. And the woman is your mother.ā¤
Liz: What was her name?
Red: I knew her as Katarina Rostova. One of her many names. She was a KGB agent.
Liz: The girl ā The night of the fire, they called her Masha.
Red: You were born in Moscow. Your parents ā Uh, father and ā They were both in foreign intelligence.
Liz: You said she died of weakness and shame.
Red: Yeah.
Liz: You were there that night. I need to know what happened.
Red: You want to know. Thereās a difference.ā¤
Liz: Dr. Orchard told me someone blocked my memory of that night. Was it you?
Red: Yes.
Liz: Why?
Red: Iām not going to tell you.
Liz: You have a picture of my mother in your weird, little apartment. Why? Were you in love with her? Is that why my father died? You killed him because you were in love with my mother ā¤ Tell me what happened. Please.
Red: Iām not gonna tell you what happened, Lizzie.
Liz: Then Iāll find out for myself.
[ Door opens and closes ]
Charlene: Whatās on your mind?
Cooper: Tom Connolly wants me to leak intel to the press.
Charlene: What kind of intel?
Cooper: Classified. I should have said no, but I get the distinct impression that my position in this clinical trial is contingent on doing him favors.
Charlene: So, do them. I mean, donāt people leak information all the time?
Cooper: You hear what I said? Heās leveraging my health, my life.
Charlene: Harold, youāre a decent man. [Sighs] The man I fell in love with, and now youāre asked to do something indecent. But if you are telling me that your life depends on whether Tom Connolly gets what he wants, you know my opinion.
Cooper: I do. And you know mine.
Liz: Reddington said that the smugglers facilitated several terrorist incidents in the past. He had to have been transporting something in that casket.
Ressler; Well, it wasnāt drugs or explosives.
Samar: Maybe it was the stolen bodies themselves.
Aram: Guys, come here. Check this out. The photo on the left was taken by the coroner who pronounced Marjorie Lin dead five days ago. The one on the right was taken at the airport yesterday. Notice anything?
Liz: Their teeth are different.
Aram: Bingo. When she died, Marjorie Lin didnāt have veneers.
Her teeth were fixed postmortem?
Aram: That is not easy to pull off, given the time frame. Process normally takes weeks. Ms. Linās body was only taken two days ago. According to Danover Labs, the order was delivered to a Dr.
Henry McGlasson. Now, I dug a little deeper into this guy and contacted the Medical Board. They did have an address.
Ressler: Howād it go with Reddington? Did he have any insights?
Liz: No. But I did.
Jasper: My face is out there. Iāve done five interviews in the last four hours. The reporting has been corrected. Itāll just take time for the share price to recover.
Aide: The front desk called. The radio people are here.
Jasper: Put Theelan on it. Tell him to flog his boy from the S.E.C. and get it done!
[ Knock on door ]
Jasper: Weāll be wheels up again in two hours. Iāll do the video up-link in the air.
Red: Hello, Kenneth! Regrettably, your interview has been canceled, but donāt fret. Iām quite certain my questions will be much more provocative.
Liz: FBI. Hands where I can see them.
Aram: Youāre standing in front of a ghost bride.
Ressler: Come again. A what?
Aram: Itās an outlawed folk custom. A Chinese form of ancestor worship. When a family member dies, the surviving relatives are obligated to tend to that personās needs in the afterlife. And if they die unmarried, theyāll find themselves alone on the other side. And unhappy spirits tend to come back and haunt their living relatives.
Liz: Well, what are the paper dolls for?
Aram: The ceremony. The family crafts a doll for the deceased groom, as well. After which, the femaleās remains are buried alongside the deceased male. Believe it or not, even with all the women in China, young, attractive, unmarried female corpses are rare, which would explain why our suspect was exporting bodies from the U.S.
Ressler: Iām sorry, but this guy digs up bodies in America, and then he sends them back to China to be re-buried?
Aram: Mail-order corpse brides.
Samar: Selected based on age, lineage, education, attractiveness.
Liz: And that explains the veneers.
Ressler: This one was clearly crafted to resemble Marjorie Lin. Same general features, but it begs the question ā Whoās this one?
Liz: Theyāre gonna steal another body.
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Red: Agent Navabi, I imagine youāre knee-deep in pilfered corpses at the moment, but right now I require a woman with your particular experience and training.
Liz: What? [ Gasps ] There must be over $100,000 in this case.
Red: Heads up, Kenneth. Iām afraid I mean quite literally. Iām gonna need you to keep your head up for this next part. Itās bad news, old boy. I know. A few days ago, I offered to crown you king, and now here you sit. Well, the road not taken. This is Agent Navabi. She was trained by Mossad in enhanced interrogation techniques. I thought you two should have a little visit.
Samar: Why donāt we get started?
[ Ressler and Liz find briefcase full of money ]
Aram: I analyzed the money you found in the ceiling tile and found a couple of anomalies. Turns out the cash is worth a lot more than the 100 grand the bills represent.
How is that even possible?
Aram: All the serial numbers start with a888, and none of them include the number 4. In, uh, Cantonese and most regional Chinese dialects, the word for āfourā sounds like the Chinese word for ādeath.ā
Ressler: So, fours are unlucky. What does that have to do with the bills?
Aram: It is statistically impossible to have this many bills and not have any fours, unless, of course, the bills were printed specifically without any fours.
Ressler: So youāre saying that theyāre counterfeit.
Aram: Iām saying theyāre prosperity notes, worth about 5 bucks to every dollar. And thereās only one place you can buy an entire batch of currency with this sort of customized detail.
Cooper: Whoever paid the suspect bought the prosperity notes from the U.S. Treasury. If we can trace who bought the bills, we might be able to I.D. the next client.
Aram: I already contacted the Treasury. The buyer was one Mr. ChaoXiang Han. Uh, Kenda. Uh, I looked into this guy, and ā Thanks so much ā And we found this article published last February.
Liz.: āMr.and Mrs. ChaoXiang Han mourn the loss of only son Jin, the heir apparent to the Han tech empire, worth billions.ā Says he committed suicide after he was left at the altar by his fiancĆ©, An Bai, after which she emigrated to D.C. to live with her father. He works at the Embassy. Sheās currently attending Georgetown.
Cooper: An Bai is the next victim.
Aram: Uh, wait, but isnāt she supposed to already be dead? Isnāt that how this works?
Liz: Uh, the parents must blame her for Jinās suicide. Theyāre determined to make An Bai his bride, if not in life, then in death.
Cooper: You two head to An Baiās. Get me the security office at Georgetown.
Red: Oh, my goodness. [ Chuckles ] Remember that fantastic film from the ā70s ā Marathon Man? Oh, my God, what a film. Laurence Olivier as the ex-Nazi super-bad guy/dentist.
[ Grunting ]
Red: And Dustin Hoffman as ā Uh, I think he was a graduate student, wasnāt he? Anyway, that interrogation scene [ Laughing ] Oh, my gosh. Olivier drilling into Hoffmanās teeth right down into the nerve. [ Laughing ] Oh, God, I can just feel it! The screaming and writhing, the sound of the drill. And of course, Hoffman delirious with pain, saying anything, true or not, just to stop the excruciating nightmare. āIs it safe?ā āYes, itās safe.ā āIs it safe?ā āNo, no, itās not safe!ā [ Laughing ] You know, heād say anything. And then that, uh, uh, guy comes in ā Whatās his name? The ā With the great teeth and that hair ā Uh Anyway, nothing much comes of it. Hoffman doesnāt know anything, but what a scene. Unfortunately, nothing quite so dramatic today. Weāre gonna be a little more businesslike. That novocaine Agent Navabi just gave you should be starting to kick in right about now. So, hereās our plan. Youāre gonna tell us what sort of mass-casualty event or events the Director is planning. Either you answer our questions, or weāre gonna yank out all your teeth today.
Jasper: I told you. I donāt know ā The Director never spoke of his plans with me. Iām not in the loop on operational details.
Red: I donāt believe that. I offered you an opportunity to elevate your position within the Cabal, Kenneth. You declined and instead remained loyal to the Director. I assumed you had greater aspirations, but you donāt, do you, Kenneth? You rejected my offer because, as it turns out, youāre quite satisfied with your station. Thatās how I know youāre one of the primary decision makers. Clearly, you are very much in the loop.
Jasper: You donāt understand my loyalty, do you? Because you have nothing in your life worth staying loyal to.
Red: William Devane! It was William Devane with those marvelous teeth and that great hair! Ohh, I love William Devane. Anyway, that said, dentistry makes me a little queasy, so Iāll leave you and my lovely associate to the business at hand.
[ Door closes ]
Samar: Look at me. Sir, we donāt have much time. We need to move quickly before he comes back. I have orders from the Director to get you out of here. Stay behind me and keep quiet. Dembe: Stop!
[ Samar shoots. Dembe falls ]
Samar: Get in the car. Go.[ Engine turns over ] [ Tires squealing ]
Aram: Iāve scrambled the local P.D. to An Baiās house. They should get there before you do.
Were you able to reach her?
Aram: No answer on her cell. Iām gonna try her on her home line now.
Jasper: āFor Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light.ā
Samar: Corinthians. ā¤
Jasper: Where are we going?
Samar: I have orders to take you to the Director.
Jasper: I was aware we had someone on the inside, but I just didnāt know who.
Samar: Well, Iām not on the inside anymore. I just blew my cover to save you. It took me nine months to get Reddington and that damn task force to trust me.
Jasper: Look, the Director wonāt take any chances. If he thinks Iāve divulged any information in their plans, I am done. I need you to make it clear that I didnāt break.
Samar: I wasnāt there the entire time. I donāt know what you said before Reddington brought me in.
Jasper: Nothing.
Samar: Thatās why Reddington brought you in. He knows the Director is advancing the time-line.
He knows that the plan is to trigger a series of events that will bring us to the brink of another world war.
Jasper: I didnāt tell him that. It was Leonard Caul.
Samar: Reddington has the Fulcrum, which means he has a blueprint outlining our entire infrastructure. If you leaked operational details, weāre done.
Jasper: I didnāt. I donāt even have those details. I know weāre targeting a defense installation, but I donāt know which one. Iām serious! [ Scoffs ] The Director wonāt finalize his choice until next week.
Samar: Then you have nothing to worry about.
Jasper: Why are we? Where are you taking me?
Samar: This isnāt In Corinthians, Satan wasnāt transformed into an angel of light. He was disguised as one.ā¤
Red: Donāt look so glum, Kenneth. You just spent 10 minutes being ridden hard by Agent Navabi. Iād die for five.ā¤
[ Telephone ringing ]
Bai: Hello?
Aram: Ms. Bai? My name is Aram Mojtabai, and Iām an agent with the FBI. We have reason to believe youāre in danger.
Bai: What are you talking about?
Aram: Iāll explain, but first, I need you to find a secure room in your house. Make sure all the doors and windows are locked. The police are on their way, and Iām gonna stay on the line until they arrive.
[ Quon Zhang emerges from shadows, grabs her ] [ Muffled screaming ] [ Screaming continues ]
Aram: Ms. Bai. Hello? Ms. Bai? Hello? Hello, are you still there? Ms. Bai?
[ Police arrive. Knock on door ] [ Doorbell rings ]
Police: Weāre here at the location. Doesnāt seem to be anyone home.
[ Car bursts through garage door, tossing one policeman to side. Ressler and Liz approach in SUV ]
Ressler: Hang on.
[ Ressler Rams SUV into car, stopping it ]
Hands! Show me hands! Step out of the car.
[ Door closes ]
[ Quon Zhang is being questioned by Liz, Samar and Ressler ]
Zhang: You donāt have any idea what youāve done, do you?
Youāre the one charged with a dozen felonies, Mr. Zhang. Youāre the one who almost took a womanās life today.
Zhang: And how many lives did you take? This tradition in Chinese culture that you think is just some ghost story with no basis in the real world. But this ā This is the real world.
Liz: You were in a fire?
Zhang: My older brother died when he was only 27.
Iām sorry.
Zhang: My brother ā He was unmarried. And in the years to follow, he haunted my family from the grave. My father worked for the same factory for 32 years. They closed down four months after my brotherās death. And the bad luck that followed was Our home was destroyed by a catastrophic fire.nMy mother and father did not survive. I sat with my mother in the hospital the day she passed. Saw the fear in her eyes. She said, āYou know why this happened. It will never stop until you appease your brother.ā So that night, I stole the body of a young woman from our village, buried her alongside my brother. A wife for him, a husband for her in the next life. And from that day on, the bad luck was gone. Just like my brother haunted me, Jin Han haunts his parents now. Because of you, heās not appeased. And now he will bring bad luck to those who have denied his happiness in the next life. That includes you and your fellow agents.
Samar: We know you donāt work exclusively as an independent operator. Your skill as an international smuggler has made you quite valuable.
Zhang: Valuable? To who?
Liz: To an organization some call the Cabal.
Zhang: I donāt know what that is.
Samar: You may not know the name, but you know who hired you to procure the weapon used in the Taiwanese Festival Bombing. Or the convoy hit in Jakarta.
Zhang: Iām listening.
Samar: Thereās going to be an attack on U.S. soil next week. You were contracted to bring an item into the country, something we believe will be instrumental in that attack. We need to know what it is and when itās coming.
Zhang: [ Chuckles ] Youāre wrong.
Liz: Weāre not wrong. We know you were contracted.
Zhang: Not about that. I was called to arrange a delivery. But not for an item. It was an agent ā The one they call Karakurt.ā¤
Liz: Karakurt? Who is that?
Zhang: And heās not arriving next week. Heās already here. You see, Agent Keen, your bad luck is already beginning.
Cooper: I need a minute. Iām out. Iām not leaking classified data, not for you, not for anybody.
Connolly: Youāre out? Out of what?
Cooper: Whatever the hell kind of game it is you and I are playing. You know Iām ill. I came to you for help, as a friend. And I thought that you offered that help as a friend.
Connolly: I did.
Cooper: Enough games, Tom. You used it to leverage me, to hold it over my head as a way to guarantee my assistance whenever you decide you need it.
Connolly: You think I pulled strings trying to save your life for my own personal benefit?
Cooper: Look me in the eye and tell me Iām wrong.
Connolly: Oh, Iāll do better than that, Harold. Iāll look you in the eye and tell you youāre not even close. The situation is much, much worse than you think.ā¤ Youāre absolutely right. I helped you to get close, to get leverage, but not for me. Buddy, come on.
Cooper: Weāre done with the games.
Connolly: Iām sure a smart guy like you can guess whoās calling my plays.
Cooper: The Cabal.
Connolly: [ Chuckles ] A quaint term that no one actually involved would ever use.
Cooper: Why me? If you guys are as powerful as Iām told, what the hell do you need me for?
Connolly: All in good time, Harold. What matters now is that you realize one key thing ā That you understand it and internalize it with every fiber of your being.
Cooper: And that is?
Connolly: We own you. You perjured yourself to protect Agent Keen. You broke federal law by disclosing the time-line of a pending indictment. If that werenāt enough, a classified document was leaked today to The Post.
Cooper: I told you I wonāt do it.
Connolly: Youāre not understanding me, Harold. Itās already done. It seems your wife doesnāt share your ethical principles. You wouldnāt do it, so Charlene made the hard decision for you. [ Sighs ] Thatās how much she loves you. God knows my wife wouldnāt commit any felonies for my behalf. Iām sure youāre thinking up all of the moves you have left. Careful. The people I speak for wonāt hesitate to hurt you or her if they need to.ā¤
Cooper: So, what now?
Connolly: Like I said, all will soon be revealed. Come on. I think theyāre, uh, almost ready to start.
[ Door to The Directorās office opens ]
Aide: A package arrived for you. It was flagged by security. I think you need to see it for yourself.
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Red: I had a little chat with Jasper today. Turns out he wasnāt very good at holding his tongue, so I thought Iād give you a shot at it.ā¤
[ The Director opens box. A tongue is inside. ]
[ ā« Don Brownriggās āHow are you supposed to know?ā plays ]
A picture of yourself armed with all you know
[ Montage follows ]
Connolly: āI, Thomas P. Connolly, solemnly swearā
ā« Stabbing through the dark
Connolly: I, Thomas P. Connolly, do solemnly swear that I will support and defend the constitution of the United States of America.
ā« Itās the pages, itās the past
Connolly: of the United States of America.
ā« Itās the roots that trip that grow
[ Ringing ] [ Cellphone vibrates ]
ā« Search yourself for something
for something youāve not done
[ Red is trying to call Liz. She sees call but will not pick up ]
Recording: Youāve reached Elizabeth Keen. Please leave your message at the tone.
[ Beep ]
ā« bothered off and living a life of your own
in the city where convenience
is the throw of a stone
how are you supposed to know
how you are supposed to go
[ Breathing ] [ Knock on door. Tom answers. Itās Liz, sobbing, wet in the rain. ]
Tom: Come in. You want to talk about it?
[ She shakes her head. They embrace in the rain ]
ā« So you take to living
living is all youāve got
dodge the fake and fiending
and all the things youāre not
[ Workers remove top of shipping coffin. A man is inside, connected to an oxygen tank. His eyes blink open ]
Worker: [ In Russian (?) ] Welcome to America, sir.
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ā« How are you supposed to know? ā«
ā Don BrownriggA picture of yourself
Armed with all youāll know
Stabbing through the dark
For a place to go
Itās the pages itās the past
Itās the roots that trip that growSearch yourself for something
For something youāve not done
Bothered off and living
A life of your own
In the city where convenience
Is the throw of a stoneHow are you supposed to know
How you are supposed to goSo you take to living
Living is all you`ve got
Dodge the fake and fiending
And all the things youāre notAll the love youād give
But your heartās still un-caught
How are you supposed to know
How you are supposed to goIf youād take the time to cut once you measure twice
To find out the best things to know
A dream in rewind like youāre a man of the mice
To find out the best way to go
Wouldnāt that be nice if you could cut once you measured twice?
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Last updated: 8/8/2015
Program air date: 5/7/2015 in the US
Script with extras: http://wp.me/pDKwi-Ub
Source: Raw Scripts from Springfield [UK]: http://bit.ly/1Do56Zu
NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1KpSiEF
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Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Director: Steven A Adelson
Writers: Daniel Knauf
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Script 2:21 Karakurt
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Blurb: A notorious saboteur, Karakurt, is in country to carry out an attack on a high-value target that will then be blamed on Russia. Red refuses to give Liz more information on her mother, so she turns to other sources.
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Andropov: [ Handing out leaflets ] Itās time to bring NSA surveillance state to an end. FISA courts are a rubber stamp to trample on your Fourth Amendment right to privacy.
[ Student bumps into him, ]
Student: Sorry. You all right?
Andropov: Oh. No, no, no. My fault.
[ Chuckles, clears throat ] [ Indistinct conversations ]
Andropov: āKill The Patriot Act.ā
Student: Itās never gonna happen. The best we can hope for isā
Andropov: Fix Section 2-1-5. I know. Hyperbole piques their interest, then you go in for the kill.
Student: We could use more petitions like this.
Andropov: Oh, [Chuckles] thank you. Your involvement means more than you know.
[ Ticking ] [ Distortion ] [ Student walks away, collapses. Echoing thuds ]
Andropov: [ On phone ] Yes. Weāve achieved customization. Initiate Phase 2.
ā« it seems like a mighty long time [ Door bells jingle ]
oh, oh, Iām, Iām, Iām, Iām, Iām so glad
ooh you stopped by to say hello to me
Tom: Did you know that this diner claims to have the third-best cup of coffee in D.C.
Liz: Look, last night, me coming by your place like that and ā
Tom: Liz, I want to say something.
Liz: Donāt, please. I mean, canāt you just tell me about your boat? I mean, whatever the other thing is, Iām sure that itās probably best for both of us if you just keep it to yourself.
Tom: Iām sorry. I just want to say Iām sorry.
Liz: Tom, weāre way past that.
Tom: I know, but Iām not asking for your forgiveness. I just want to apologize because I should have done it a long time ago.
Liz: Whatās the catch?
Tom: Thereās no catch. Itās just a little hope.
Liz: Hope?
Tom: Mm-hmm.
Liz: That what, weāll just work through this screwed-up situation weāre in and go back to playing house?
Tom: All right, dream scenario.
Liz: Uh-huh.
Tom: We finish our coffee, we hop on my boat, we leave, okay, we never look back. Preferably, we take our clothes off at some point.
Liz: [ Scoffs ] Be serious.
Tom: I am trying to be.
Liz: Thatās insane. I donāt know you ā not the real you. And the fact that you think Iām gonna run away with whoever you are means that you donāt know me at all, either.
Waitress: You must be the toast, bacon extra crispy, tea, 2%.
Liz: Thank you.
Tom: I thought youād be hungry.
Liz: Just because Iām eating thisā
Tom: All right, look, I know the whole naked boat thing is a little unrealistic, but we both need to start over, right? You and me.The real me, notā
Liz: The Neo-Nazi? āCause that doesnāt really do it for me.
Tom: [ Crunches ] Thatās fair.
Liz: [ Cellphone vibrating, Liz looks at screen ] Reddington.
Tom: Donāt.
Liz: Tom.
Tom: Try calling me Jacob.
Liz: I have to go.
[ Man screaming ] [ Red is asleep in chair, snoring ] [ Wheels of oxygen cart squeaking. Brimley wheezing ]
Brimley: I know you think he knows something, but I wouldnāt bet the double-wide. [ Gasping ] My guess? The boy donāt know doodle.
Red: Oh, the boy knows more than doodle, Brimley.
[ Wheels of cart squeaking ]
Red: Iāve received information from my sources confirming that Karakurt is in-country.
Brimley: Iām gonna need a bag of dry ice and five feet of vinyl garden hose!ā¤
[ Door slams ]
Red: That poor fellowās an aide at the Russian consulate and a loyal errand boy for the Cabal. [ Door opens ] I believe heās the one who provided Karakurt with a go-bag upon his arrival in the States.
Liz: Thereās something I want to make clear with you.
Red: Karakurt is known in the intelligence community as the left hand of the SVR.
Liz: Itās not enough for you to tell me that my mother was KGB and that I was born in Russia.
Red: In truth, he works for the Cabal. They smuggled him into America because they know if he commits an act of terror here, your government will blame Moscow. ā ā¤
Liz: My mother and my father, who they are, what happened in the fireā Iām gonna find out the truth.
Red: Iām sure you will, Lizzie. But listen to me. The Cabal is orchestratiā
Liz: I get it. The Cabal is trying to start another Cold War, and an act of terror committed here is step one in making that happen. I am listening to what you are saying, and I know that itās important, but it is no more important than what I am telling you, and I need you to listen to that!ā¤
Red: There will be an attack on an American defense installation within a matter of days. If Iām right, itāll be the first of many acts of terror here and overseas designed by the Cabal to further their agenda. We have to stop this man, Lizzie.
[ At FBI Post Office dark site ]
Liz: January, 2009ā Stanislav Markelov, a celebrated human-rights lawyer known for his criticism of the regime is gunned down in Moscow. The Russians blamed Neo-Nazi youth. But German intelligence suggests it was Karakurt acting on orders from the SVR. Four years later, Boris Berezovsky, another vocal critic of the regime, was found dead of an alleged suicide. Again, intelligence sources indicate the death was staged by the Kremlin.
Samar Navabi: Is Reddington saying that the SVR has sent a terrorist to America?
Liz: No, thatās what the Cabal wants us to think. Whatever Karakurt was sent here to do, the American government will believe that it was on behalf of Russia. Itās a false-flag operation meant to strain relations.ā¤
Ressler: Reddington said that Karakurtās target was a defense installation. Did he identify which one?
Liz: No. But I think he might have a lead. Heās just being tight-lipped about it.
Samar: Why? Weāre trying to help him.
Liz: Reddington doesnāt trust our security. He thinks weāve been bleeding information since before the attempt on his life.
Cooper: Well, weāre not waiting on Reddington. Iāve already reached out to Langley, set up a consult with the CIAās Office of Russian and European Analysis. This Karakurt must be on their radar. Find out what they know.
[ Introductions: ]
Mr. Masik.
[ Receiver clicks ]
Masik: Howās it going? Marshall.
Ressler: Donald Ressler. Elizabeth Keen.
Masik: That was Kilpatrick. Heās on his way down. Man, you guys certainly got his attention.
The whole teamās coming down to hear this. Piece of advice ā Kilpatrickās tough. Do not take anything he says personal. All right, letās go.
[ Group enters ]
Kilpatrick: Everyone stop what youāre doing. Itās our lucky day, apparently. The good people of the FBI have decided to enlighten us. Kilpatrick. I spoke to Harold Cooper just now. And he sent over a situation brief.
Ressler: Ressler. Keen. We appreciate you guys extending yourselfā
Kilpatrick: You want to tell us where you got your information?
Liz: A high-level informant. One whoās proven very reliable.
Kilpatrick: Karakurt. You sure thatās what he said? āCause youāre talking to people who run Russian counterintelligence, and we donāt have one shred of credible information that heās in-country.
Ressler: Well, thatās why weāre hereā to share our credible information with you. We were hoping you guys would do the same.
Liz: Look, you have your hooks in the Russian community.
Kilpatrick: Thatās right. And if their top assassin is on US soil, you can bet your badge weād know it.
Liz: Heās here. And we have reason to believe heās planning an attack on American defense installations soon. If civilians die because youāre bent out of shape whether the source was FBI or CIAā
Kilpatrick: You asked for our assessment.
Liz: No. We asked for your help. If heās here, where does he go? Who does he meet with? He needs a place to stay, a vehicle.
CIA guy: Weāll ask around.
Ressler: Youāll ask around? Thatās it?
Kilpatrick: There are stars carved in the marble at Langley that represent colleagues of ours who died drawing intel on Karakurt. Nobody wants him more than we do.Weāll look into your lead and let you know.
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Masik: Hey, guys, wait up.[ Door closes ] Like I said, the guyās not exactly the warm-and-fuzzy type, huh?
Ressler: The guyās a prick.
Masik: Heās actually not. CIA: Overworked, yeah. Under-appreciated, definitely. Alcoholic, probably. But Killyās been working the Russians ever since they were Soviets. What he doesnāt know, somebody he knows does. The truth is we reviewed what you sent on Karakurt, and itās as much as weāve gathered since he came on the radar in ā03.
Ressler: You guys really have nothing suggesting that heās in the US?
Masik: Nothing solid. Kilpatrick has a CI here in Washington. Part of the Old Guard, hard-liner. Owns a restaurant now popular with some of his ex-pat spy colleagues. He recorded a conversation for us last night. Cryptic stuff. Weāre not sure what it means yet.
Ressler: You think it might be Karakurt?
Masik: Well, it fits in with some of what youāre looking for.
[ Hands him flash drive ]
Masik: Now, if you take this, it didnāt come from me.
Ressler: Thank you. Weāll be in touch.
Liz: Hey. Can you help me with something? [ Shows him photo ] Katarina Rostova ā you heard of her?
Masik: I donāt know who that is, but I doubt very seriously that that is Katarina Rostova. I donāt think there are any photographs of Katarina Rostova.ā¤
Liz: Why do you say that?
Masik: Sheās a myth. Tall tales late at night over vodka shots. Probably an amalgamation of a half-a-dozen unknown female Soviet operatives ā the Pinko Mata Hari.ā¤
Liz: You said your CI works with the Old Guard. Could you ask him about her for me?
Masik: If anybody knows anything about Katarina Rostova, he will. Send me a copy of your photo. Iāll see what I can do.
Brimley: You were right to keep on him. The boy was tighter than my first wife. But I got an address.
[ Siren wails in distance ] [ Red and Dembe enter apartment, pistols drawn ]
Dembe: All clear.
Red: Ammonium nitrate. Heās constructed some kind of ANFO IED.
Dembe: Heāll need a vehicle.
[ Knock on door ]
Woman: Hello?
Red: Hello.
Dembe: Hi.
Woman: Is he still here? [ Baby fusses ] The man who was in the room? I wanted to apologize before he moved. My baby has colic and was fussing all night.
Red: Oh, dear. You must be exhausted.
Woman: Yeah, you have no idea.
Red: Ah, youād be surprised. The man, did you talk to him?
Woman: Yeah, we passed in the hall, said hello. I feel terrible.
Red: Oh, no. Donāt be silly. [ Baby whines ] If you could give me a call the next time you see him, I would be ever so grateful.
Woman: [ Reading ] āBill Houston.ā Y-youāre a private investigator? He in some kind of trouble.
Red: According to the missus, always. Gambling. He lost his daughterās college fund playing Caribbean Stud, left home in embarrassment, Helenās worried sick. Itās a mess [ Breathes deeply ] You said he was moving?
Woman: People here donāt stay long. I mean, I saw him with a truck in the alley.
What kind of truck?
Liz: Reddington didnāt give it to me. I found it in one of the places he stays.
Ressler: And you think this is a photo of your mother?
Liz: I donāt know. Thatās what Reddington told me. But that girl, that is definitely me. The agent back there, the CI he mentioned? That could be my chance to find out something about the woman holding me in that photo.
Ressler: Why would a Russian CI have information about your mother? [ Cellphone ringing ] Ressler.
Samar: Where are you?
Ressler: Just leaving the Orea. Why?
Samar: Reddington called. Karakurt is in possession of an ANFO IED. Weāve identified the vehicle. Itās a white moving truck rented out of Annapolis, plate number Delta-Kilo-5-8-2-7. Weāre trying to ping the location now.
Ressler: They think Karakurt has a white moving truck with explosives.
Aram: Oh, my God.
Samar: The truck is parked right outside of Orea ā Orea is the target.
Ressler: Liz! Liz, look out! The truck!
[ š„ Explosion š„ ]
News: Crews continue the grim work of sifting through the rubble. The death toll stands at 14, although the identitiesā
Senator Hawkins: This was an act of terror, plain and simple. As Chairman of the Select Committee on Intelligence, mark my words. We will find the people who are responsible. And when we do, we will respond with all appropriate force.
Samar: Itās official. No survivors.
Aram: I got something. Security cam from a loading dock on 20th and Independence.
Ressler: Itās not much, but letās send it wide, see if we canāt get lucky, get an ID.
[ Cellphone vibrates ]
Liz: Keen.
Red: Youāre okay. I was afraid you were inside.
Liz: No, but those agentsā their entire section. Every agent on that desk was wiped out. If this gets traced back to Russiaā
Red: Not āIf,ā Lizzie. Senator Hawkins has taken the bait like a bluegill to a cricket. And where he goes, the warmongers are sure to follow.ā¤ Where are you on Karakurt?
Liz: Where? Nowhere. The Cabal just took out an entire substation of the CIA. They put a bullet in your chest, and you have no idea how. Youāre the most cautious person I know. The FBI couldnāt find you for 20 years, but they did.ā¤ Theyāre three steps ahead, and thatās exactly what Iām gonna tell the AG.
Red: Tom Connolly is there?
Liz: No, heās on his way. I assume heās expecting to be briefed.
Red: Connolly made the Harbormaster investigation go away.
Liz: All we have on Karakurt is a recording and a grainy photo thatās gotten us nowhere.
Red: You have far more than that.
Liz: Like what?
Red: Iām glad youāre safe, Lizzie. Iāll be in touch.
[ Siren wails in distance ]
Karakurt: [ Russian subtitles ] You want confirmation. Turned on your damned television. The place is a crater. Give me 30 minutes to change my location, then we discuss the next step.
[ Door opens, closes ] [ Dialing ] [ Ringing ]
Woman from apartment building: Mr. Houston? The man with the truck, heās back.
[ Telephone ringing ]
Liz: Reddington has a location for Karakurtā
Cooper: Coordinate with HRT. Roll out now.
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[ Cooper walks toward elevator. Connolly has just gotten off ]
Cooper: We have a lead.
Connolly: We need to talk ā in your office.
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Cooper: Tom.
Connolly: You will ignore Reddingtonās lead.
Cooper: Why? Iām sure itās solid.
Connolly: Harold, call your team. Tell them intel indicates the Russian is at Union Station.
Cooper: You expect me to let Karakurt get away? The man murderedā
Connolly: And that is a national tragedy, but finding him will not bring them back.
Cooper: What about his next target? How many more lives does he have to take before you let me do my job?
Connolly: Your job today is to divert your team to Union Station, or, God forbid, your wife will pay the price. Charlene is a lovely woman who violated the Espionage Act for you. Prison will not be kind to her. Harold, let him go. This is bigger than both of us.ā¤
[ Cellphone rings ] [ Beep ]
Ressler: Ressler.
Cooper: We received actionable intel that conflicts with Reddingtonās.
Ressler: Yeah, but Keen said that he had an eyewitness.
Cooper: Local PD got a hit off the credit card Karakurt used to rent the truck. Same card was used to purchase a train ticket at Union Station. Redirect there now.
Ressler: Copy that.
Connolly:I knew youād make the right play. Give Charlene my regards.
[ Door opens, closes ]
[ At Union Station. Indistinct conversations ]
Ressler: Check the platforms.
Liz: Iāve got eyes. Going through Gate D.
[ Guy in hoodie smashes into her, then pummels her ] [ Gasps ]
Ressler: Keen, whatās your 20? Hey, hang on. You okay?
Liz: [ Dazed ] Yeah. Iām okay.
Ressler: What happened?
Liz: He blind-sided me.
Ressler: Okay. Where did he go?
Liz: I didnāt see.
The Intelligence Committee is receiving live updates on the progress of the investigation from the Justice Department. All evidence points to a deliberate, sanctioned attack from Russiaās SVR.
Cooper: It was Karakurt. He was there. Youāre certain?
Liz: I donāt know. He came around the corner. I-I just got a glimpse of him. I was calling Ressler for backup when he knocked me down.
Aram: Hey, guys. Listen to this. From the recording Agent Masik gave you.
Karakurt: Tell me it worked.
Andropov: The proof of concept succeeded as projected.
Prepare to initiate Phase Two.
Done.
Iāve identified the markers for targeting and customization.
Aram: Whateverās happening, it is happening soon.
Liz: What does he mean by āMarkersā?
Aram: Could be referencing map coordinates, some kind of radio beacon. We donāt know.
Samar: But based on what Agent Masik told you, we think weāve figured out who the CI is. He told you that the owner runs a restaurant in DC that caters to the Soviet Old Guard.
Aram: We reviewed ownership records for all the Russian restaurants in DC and found one. Samar: Ninoshkaās. The owner is former Spetsnaz. His name is Anton Velov. My belief is heās the CI.
Aram: The conversation was recorded last night, so we pulled all the receipts and found a late dinner for two paid for by a Leo Andropov.
Samar: Dr. Leo Andropov.
Liz: And you think he was meeting with Karakurt?
Aram: Iād say yes. Andropov worked for the Soviet Defense Ministry in the final months before Glasnost. [ Indistinct shouting; lab being stormed ] Whiz kid. When he was 16, he published his first and last paper in an open-source microbiology journal before he got snapped up by the Weapons Ministry.
Man: Closetās clear!
Liz: Iāve seen equipment like this at the lab at Quantico. This is a genotyping unit.
Samar: It looks like Andropov fled. No passport, no ID, no prescription drugs.
Ressler: Building fertilizer bombs is way below this guyās pay grade. This canāt be Karakurtās endgame.
Samar: Biological weapons?
Liz: This guyās a virologist. If these are biological weapons, then we may be looking at a pandemic.
Red: It always starts with a favor.ā¤
Cooper: Iāve known Tom Connolly for two decades. Heās had dinners at my house. And when he offered to help me get into that drug trial, it was my only hope.
Red: It wasnāt just your hope, Harold. It was your wifeās hope, you childrenās. You were given a terminal diagnosis, and Connolly ends up offering you a choiceā your life or your ethics, and you picked your life. What good are ethics if you arenāt alive to live by them?
Cooper: If it was just me, my health, my life, I would have told him to pound sand a long time ago. When he dragged Charlene into itā now thisā deliberately misdirecting my own agents to facilitate the escape of a terrorist!
Red: Now, thatās whatās interesting. He orders you to send them to Union Station, ostensibly to throw them off Karakurtās trail. And there he is.
Cooper: Perhaps Agent Keen was mistaken.
Red: And assaulted by a total stranger? That makes even less sense.
Cooper: It was some kind of ambush. And I sent my people right into it.
Red: And a good thing you did.
Cooper: What the hell does that mean?
Red: Thanks to your desire to protect Charlene, weāre presented with a unique opportunity to find out what the Cabal is up to.
Cooper: How?
Red: By continuing to follow Connollyās orders without question. The last thing you should do is confront him. Gather evidence. Build a case. Tom Connollyās been leaking information to the Cabal about everything that goes on in this place ever since he walked through that door and offered to save your life. You want to wipe that debt clean? Keep your eyes open and your mouth shut.
[ Liz enters ]
Liz: We found a fully outfitted virology lab in Andropovās apartment. Think heās building a bio-weapon. We seized his notebooks, but weāre gonna need an expert in microbiology who can also translate Russian.
Dr Kimberly: Reddy Bear!ā¤ Oh, I could eat you alive!
[ Smooches ] Mm. Mwah.
Red: Ginger, this is Dr. Lauren Kimberly. Lauren, my executive assistant, Ginger Lumiere.
Kimberly: Hmm. Interesting look. Purposeful, but still feminine. You should try a darker shade of lipstick.
[ Gasps ]
Kimberly: I bet you could get away with a gloss.
Red: Lauren, weāre going to have to forgo the makeover today. Weāre in a bit of a pinch.
Kimberly: Understood. Let me see what I can do.
Liz: Iāve got a lead on my mom. An Orea agent, he has a CI who might know something about Katarina Rostova.
Red: Dr. Kimberly was a tenured professor doing genome research at Stanford when she was recruited by the private sector.
Liz: Iām gonna find out the truth.
Red: She makes her real money consulting. Costs a fortune. She did, however, let me name a lipstick color ā āFire In The Hole.āā¤
[ Cellphone vibrating ] [ Beep ] Liz: [ Recording ] Youāve reached Elizabeth Keen. Please leave your message at the tone.
Tom/Jacob: Hi, Liz. This is, uh, Jacob. [ Horn blares ] Jacob Phelps. Look, I know things are complicated. I know youāre going through a bad breakup. But from what I heard, the guyās a total loser. Couldnāt cook, made crappy pancakes.ā¤ So I wanted to see if you would join me for dinner tomorrow. Uh, I made a reservation at 7:00 at this great little place on the corner of 32nd and M, and I hope that you will come. Or not. But, uh, either way, Iāll be there. [ Beep ]
Dr Kimberly: Youāre right. It is a weapon.
Liz: A WMD?
Kimberly: No. A WIDā a weapon of individual destruction. This is a customized virus, synthesized with the sole intent of killing one specific individual.
Red: How is that possible?
Kimberly: Heās created a supercharged rotavirus. These are very common. By the age of 5, most of us have been infected multiple times. And with each infection, we build up an immunity. Liz: So itās harmless to most people.
Kimberly: All people. Precisely. But this rotavirus has been customized, keyed to infect one individual with a unique genetic sequence, and to devastating effect. According to the animal trials logged in these notes, it attacks the central nervous system within minutes of exposure.
Red: One person.
Liz: But who?
Kimberly: I can only tell you what theyāre doing. Iām sorry, but I canāt tell you who theyāre doing it to. [ Goodbye smooches ] [ Sighs ]
Liz: So, we know Karakurt is targeting one person and itās keyed to his or her DNA.
Red: Think. He bombed the CIAās Russian section. That took time, money and no small amount of risk. What happens when the United States is attacked, suffers grievous loss of life? Liz: We go into lock-down. The bombing bumped the NTAS level to red. But why put the mission at risk by triggering a high-level terrorist alert?
Red: Well, thatās the downside. The upside is exposure, public attention.ā¤ Remember, the people behind this went to immense trouble and expense. What does that say about their target?
Liz: Heās high-value. Someone important.ā¤ [ Gasps ] Oh, my God, thatās why he did it. The Memorial Service. The victims will be memorialized at a service at Ascension and Saint Agnes Church. Politicians and military personnel, intelligence officers from overseas will all be there to pay their respects. One of them is the target.
Police security: [ Looking at grainy surveillance photo ] So, this is the guy?
Ressler: Thatās the best we can do. Heās our prime suspect in the Orea bombing, and we have good reason to believe that heās not done yet.
Liz: We need your people to be on high alert.
Police: Weāre looking for a bomb?
Liz: No, weāll be prepared for that possibility, but our intel says heās after a specific target. We just donāt know who yet.
Security: Weāll do our best, but with this many people around, I canāt promise anything. Safest play is to cancel the event.
Ressler: Believe me, weāre working on it.
Cooper: Just spoke to Reven Wright. Calling off the memorial service is a nonstarter.
Samar: Thatās a mistake. We have hard evidence of a clear threat.
Cooper: Main Justice is aware. But the publicās rattled by this bombing, and they want a show of strength. If they cancel, it suggests we canāt protect our own people on our own turf.
Samar: Maybe we canāt ā at this point, we still donāt know exactly what weāre dealing with.
Aram: I can tell you what Iām dealing withā an impossible problem. So if youāre counting on me cracking this virus, donāt.
Samar: Well, what do you have?
Aram: We found the formula for the virus in Karakurtās apartment. So my plan was to reverse engineer the process. We are trying millions of DNA combinations. If I could figure out the profile it was engineered to destroyā
Samar: You could run the profile through the DNA database. If you get a match, thatās Karakurtās target.
Aram: Except it wonāt work ā not in time, at least. I need hours ā days, maybe ā and the memorial will be over long before we can ID the target sequence.
Cooper: Whatever his plan, we have to assume Karakurtās already infected himself with the contagion and is a live carrier. Civilian and military security assets have been marshalled for the service. However, the assassin in this case is not armed with something that we can flag with a metal detector. The virus is transmitted through touch. It penetrates the skin. Even brushing up against the target is enough to infect and kill him. It is critical that we nail Karakurt before he can get anywhere near that church. Find him, people! Whatever it takes!
Caul: What are you thinking?
Red: Not me, Leonard. The Director. What is he thinking? His objective is to exacerbate tensions with Russia. He chose to send Karakurt, an assassin known to work for the regime so people will assume Russia is responsible.ā¤
Caul: Soā
Red: So whoever heās targeting next will be an enemy of Russia, an outspoken critic. Someone people will believe the Russians would want to silence.ā¤
[ Indistinct shouting, chanting. Anti-Russian signs ]
Ressler: Hey, Keen! Keen! have been cleared to attend.
Liz: Thereās Defense, Homeland, CIA, the Bureau on this list. Itās gonna be hard to narrow it down.
Ressler: Yeah, so much for the good old days where you could just look for the glint of a sniper-rifle scope in a nearby window.
Red What does it do, this virus, to the body?
The CDCās still breaking it down. But theyāre saying it attacks the central nervous system.
A victim would start shaking within seconds of infection. Disorientation, then labored breathing, convulsions.
Red: Incapacitation within moments of contact. Itās quite a remarkable feat of engineering. In my experience, such accomplishments donāt happen overnight.
Caul: Youāre saying they tested it first.
Red: A customized virus deadly to such a small fraction of the population ā What kind of trial and error would prove useful?
[ Telephone rings ]
Aram: This is Aram.
Red: Agent Mojtabai, I need a list of people admitted to an Emergency Room in the last few days displaying symptoms consistent with the virus youāre tracking.
Aram: Okay, thatās not gonna be so easy to put together.
Red: Aram, that kind of catastrophic trauma would certainly have gotten someoneās attention. Itās on an autopsy chart somewhere.
Aram: Okay, I hear you, but you have toā Whoa. Whoa. Bethesda General sent tissue samples to the CDC a few days ago. A suspicious death of a college student. The Centerās just starting an investigation.
Red: I need that studentās home address, and I need to speak to Agent Navabi.
Samar: Mrs. Jennings, thank you for seeing me. I know this is an extremely difficult time.
Jennings: I got a message from the CDC about the investigation. But I didnāt think theyād be sending someone over so quickly.
Samar: Can you tell me about Connor? What you know so far?
Jennings: [ Sighs ] Not much. Connor was a law student. I was told he was walking across campus when he just started shaking, and then convulsing. One of the doctors suggested he may have contracted a rare form of rotavirus?
Samar: No, youāre right to be thinking this could be something else entirely. ā Perhaps malicious.
Jennings: Malicious?
Samar: To be honest, Mrs. Jennings, your son may have been intentionally infected.
Jennings: Is this because
Samar: Is this because?
Jennings: If Connor was targeted by someone capable of this kind of attack, it has to be connected to his father.
Samar: His father?
Jennings: When I was a young staffer on the Hill, I had an affair with the man I was working for.
We were stupid, and I got pregnant. Even then, he had his eyes set on a big political future, so I agreed to go away. I made a deal to receive ongoing support from him.
Samar: Senator Hawkinsā heās the target. They tested the virus on his son, the closest possible genetic match. You need to find the Senator before Karakurt does.
[ Indistinct shouting ]
Ressler: Hey, Keen! Samarās reaching out to Hawkinsā office. Heās not inside, so we still got a shot of keeping him clear.
Liz: Iāll check the drive-ups. Any word from Metro?
Ressler: Negative. If Karakurtās inside, nobodyās spotted him yet.
Security: Step up, please. Name?
Karakurt: Flemming, European Wire.
Security: Flemming, press badge 6362. Weāre gonna need to check the case. Weāre good [ Zipper closes ] Heās on the Main Justice press list.
Red: Itās time, Harold. Call Tom Connolly. Tell him you need to see him immediately. Iām assuming at the moment he has no idea youāve identified Karakurtās intended victim, which is why you need to tell him.
Cooper: Why would I do that?
Red: Because heāll be caught off guard. And in addition to enhancing your credibility with him, itāll make him doubt whether or not to move forward.
Cooper: You think heāll call off the attack?
Red: I think itās worth the attempt. Whatās the latest from Agents Keen and Ressler?
Cooper: Still no sign of Karakurt. Agent Navabiās on the line now with one of Hawkinsā aides.
Samar: Listen to me. Itās not a potential threat. The Bureau has confirmed that a direct attack on the Senator is imminent. No, I cannot confirm my source. Then you need to find whoever is with him and deliver the message. Itās not safe to attend the service. You need to find him.
[ Senator Hawkins is talking to aide in car ]
Aide: Youāll be third to the podium, Senator. After the minister and the family representative, theyāll have a moment of silence, and thenā
Hawkins: Weāll be sitting here forever. This is fine, Patrick. Iāll walk.
[ Indistinct shouting ]
Senator Hawkins, how are you?
Man: Welcome, sir.
Hawkins: Thank you.
[ Police radio chatter ] [ Camera shutter clicks ]
Connolly: Harold, your cooperation was instrumental in Karakurtās escape. Everythingās on track, thanks to you.
Cooper: Donāt thank me yet.
Connolly: Why? Is there a problem?
Cooper: My people are closing in on him now. They know the Orea bombing was just the first in a series of attacks. They know about the virus.
Connolly: I see. Well, thank you for letting me know. But why are you letting me know? And donāt tell me you want to help because I know youād like nothing better than to strangle me right now.
Cooper: Youāre right. Iām letting you know because I want you to call it off. I canāt control Reddington, and I canāt misdirect my people again without drawing suspicion. Itās only a matter of time until they stop Karakurt.
Connolly: Stop him from what? They donāt even know his target.
Cooper: Clifford Hawkins. Call it off, Tom. If the Director really wants him dead, he can find another way on another day.
Connolly: No. Today is the day. I appreciate your concern, but everything should be fine. Strange days, donāt you think? Assassins donāt need knives or guns or bombs. All you have to do is answer a few questions and shake the wrong manās hand.ā¤
[ Cellphone rings ]
Cooper: The press corps. Get over there now. I think Karakurt may be posing as a reporter.
Woman: Hey, heās just pulling into the service now.
Karakurt: [ Reaches out hand ] Senator Hawkins.
[ Liz tackles him ]
Liz: Get him away! Get him away from us! Come with us, sir!
[ Engine turns over ] [ Tires squeal ]
Hawkins: What the hellās going on?
The man responsible for the Orea bombingā Karakurt?
Hawkins: I was briefed. Was that him?
Liz: Weāll explain everything, sir. Right now, we need to get you to a secure location.
Hawkins: Thank you. Please, call my wife, tell her Iām okay?
Liz: Sir?
[ Choking ]
Liz: Sir! We need to get him to a hospital now! Heās been infected! Sir!
Samar: Bethesda says Hawkins is critical. Theyāve called in the hospital chaplain.
Cooper: He didnāt touch Karakurt?
Ressler: No, sir.
Cooper: Then what the hell happened?
Ressler: Karakurtās in holding. Weāre gonna take a run at him and find out. Best I could tell, Hawkins just melted down next to Keen.
Liz: Karakurt. That means āSpider,ā right?ā¤
Karakurt: Kara-what? Huh? Look, I donāt know what that is. My name is Jonas Flemming. Iām a reporter for the European Wire. I live in Rotterdam.
Ressler: Weāre gonna try this again. We know who you are. Thatās you outside the Orea. You exited a rental truck less than a minute before it exploded and destroyed the building.
Liz: We have a recording of you and Andropov. We know he engineered a drug designed to kill the Senator. We know youāre infected.
Karakurt: No, no, no, no. My credentials were taken from me when I arrived, but they were vetted by your Department Of Justice. Please, call.
Liz: You didnāt touch the Senator. How was the virus delivered?
Ressler: You can rig your little story, but you canāt rig your blood. Weāre running it right now. And when it comes back positive for that virus that killed Hawkins, we got you.
Red: Hello, Anton. Relax. If I had bad intentions for this visit, youād know by now.
Velov: [ Russian accent ] Youāre Raymond Reddington.
Red: I am. And if Iām right, youāre the same Anton Velov who once led a Spetsnaz Special Forces Unit called The Zarubin Group.
Velov: Iām surprised we never met. For many years, while you were still with US Counterintelligence, I considered you the KGBās greatest enemy.ā¤
Red: [ Laughing ] Oh, my God. That feels like ages ago. For what itās worth, I was young. I had no concept of what a real enemy looked like. [ Inhales deeply ] But I do now.ā¤ Which is why Iām hoping you and I might prove to be fast friends.
Velov: What can I do?
Red: I know youāre working with the CIA as an informant for the Office of Russian and European Analysis. Since those agents are tragically no longer with us, I was thinking perhaps you might become an asset for me.
Velov: The American government. They may not be done with me yet. I got a phone call from FBI. An agent named Elizabeth Keen.
Red: Really? What about?
Velov: She wants to meet. She was asking about Katarina Rostova.
Red: Did you know Katarina Rostova?
Velov: No, not personally. All I know are the same old ghost stories we all share.
Red: Well, if you were in my employ, I would have to insist you not speak to anyone from the FBI or any other US intelligence agency.
Velov: Of course. And Agent Keen, she wasnāt the first. Sometime back, two men from Justice Department come and ask me about Katarina. I suppose they think I am one of the few people left who still remember the old stories.
Red: What sort of stories?
Velov:They were asking about her KGB contacts, where she lived, and about a child.ā¤
Red: They asked about a child?
Velov: Yes, many times.āTell me about her child.ā I said, āAll I know is they say she had a daughter.āā¤
Red: Dembe, the phone.
Karakurt: How many times are we gonna go through this? That picture isnāt me. Call my office.
Check my visa, check my identity.
Ressler: We know youāre working for the Cabal. We know what theyāre capable of.
Liz: Was this the plan all along, to protect you with this identity? The Cabal has people in the government all over the world. It wouldnāt be hard for them to create a Jonas Flemming, give him a history.
Aram: The Crime Lab just called. Theyāre saying his blood tested negative for the virus.
Ressler: Negative? Thatās not possible.ā¤
[ Cellphone vibrates ]
Liz: Hey, I got to call you right back.
Red: Lizzie, you need to get out of there now.ā¤
Liz: Why? Where are you? Whatās going on?
Red: Youāve been set up. The Cabalās been asking about you, Lizzie. They know who your mother was. Youāve been set up. You were there when the Orea building was bombed. They wanted you to save Clifford Hawkins. They sent Karakurt to the memorial to make you think he was the threat so you would secure the Senator and infect him in the process.
Liz: I donāt have the virus.ā¤
Red: You do, Lizzie. I donāt need a test to know that you do.ā¤ Your mother was a Russian spy, and now theyāve made it look like you are, too. You have the virus. You infected the Senator, and now they will come for you. You need to get out of there now.ā¤
[ Elevator opens. Connolly walks out with two armed guards. Liz eludes them ]
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Last updated: 8/8/2015
Program air date: 5/14/2015 in the US
Script with extras: http://wp.me/pDKwi-Wi
Source: Raw scripts from Springfield [UK]: http://bit.ly/1Do56Zu (captions)
NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1Fibq7X
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Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Director: Michael Watkins
Writers: John Eisendrath, Jon Bokenkamp
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Blurb: Liz is being framed for the murder of a U.S. Senator as The Cabal tries to stir up trouble with Russia. Red does what he has threatened for 20 years and Cooper gets a new prognosis. The Season 2 Finale.
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Previously on The Blacklist:
Navabi: The owner is Anton Velov. My belief is heās the CI.
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Aram: We pulled all the receipts and found a late dinner for two paid for by a Leo Andropov.
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Velov: I got a phone call from an agent named Elizabeth Keen. She was asking about Katarina Rostova.
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Red: Tom Connollyās been leaking information to The Cabal about everything that goes on in this place.
Connolly: You will ignore Reddingtonās lead. Tell them intel indicates the Russian is at Union Station.
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Red: Youāve been set up. You infected the Senator. You need to get out of the now.
News: Senator Hawkins remains in critical condition Officials are trying to determine whether this incident is government-sanctioned. After being infected by what authorities describe as a biological agent. Or the act of a re element within Russia. The Senator was attending a memorial service A staggering development as it appears connected to te deaths of the 14 CIA agents.
Liz: Iām being framed.
Red: Yes, and by the end of the day, theyāll identify you by name.
Liz: Anyone could have infected Hawkins. He must have shaken dozens of hands at that memorial.
Red: Within hours, they will all have tested negative for the virus.
Liz: You canāt know that. This is insane.
Red: Lizzie, you walked into the Directorās office and played him the Fulcrum. You are the enemy. Theyāre crawling over every place youāve ever lived and worked, every file and hard drive like fire ants on a grasshopper.
Liz: They wonāt find anything.
Red: Thatāll suit their purposes just fine. Anything they do find, theyāll erase so they can say you destroyed evidence to hide your involvement in the plot. And when they eventually restore what few pieces they do want to be found, they will not be kind to you. You need to get out.
Liz: If I run, itāll only make me look guilty. Iāll be playing right into their hands.
Red: Youāre already in their hands. The only thing they havenāt done is closed their fist. Go. Now. Iāll be there in three minutes.
Liz: No. They canāt prove I did anything wrong. They can call me a criminal, but Iām not gonna act like one.
[ Beep ]
Connolly: Where is Elizabeth Keen? Harold, a warrant has been issued for her arrest. Anyone hiding her will be charged with aiding and abetting a terrorist, including you.
Cooper: You used me. You wanted me to know Karakurt was posing as a reporter. You wanted me to tell Keen where to intercept Hawkins. I donāt know how this helps you, framing an FBI agent. Nobody will believe sheās an assassin.
Connolly: She was at Orea when it blew up.
Cooper: So were dozens of others.
Connolly: Yes, but Iāll bet that only her prints are found on the truck bomb. Sheāll also test positive for the virus that killed Senator Hawkins.
Cooper: Heās not dead.
Connolly: Yet.
Cooper: You wonāt get away with it. Keen is a distinguished agent.
Connolly: Yes, and the daughter of a Russian KGB asset. She failed to mention that, did she? Agent Keenās been hiding secrets from youā secrets that clearly implicate her as an enemy of this country. She was handpicked by a notorious fugitive to assist in expanding his criminal empire. The two of them have been using this task force to do Reddingtonās bidding. And before you tell me thatās crazy, can you really tell me that isnāt true? I will never help you do this. I donāt need your help, Harold. A simple blood test from Agent Keen will be as compelling as a signed confession.
[ Liz has been listening ]
News: The entire area around St. Agnes has been quarantined, and individuals who might have been exposed, as well, have been detained inside the church.
[ Door opens ]
Senator: You have no legal authority to hold us here.
Ressler: Senator, I understand youāre upset, but we need everyoneās full cooperation. People are saying Hawkins was infected with some sort of virus.
Senator: You think weāre infected?
Ressler: Probably not, but thatās why we set up a mobile lab.
Senator: You donāt have probable cause to hold us. You really want a US senator claiming wrongful arrest and imprisonment?
Ressler: Hey, someone just tried to assassinate a colleague of yours. Nobodyās going anywhere. But when weāre done here, if you want to file a complaint or a lawsuit, be my guest. Until then, get back in the line.
Ressler: What have you found on the feeds?
Samar: Weāve been looking at surveillance feeds from the moment he arrived until the moment he collapsed. Weāve rounded up everyone he came into contact with.
Ressler: Which means the killerās in this room.
Connolly: Iāve assigned Reven Wright to oversee the investigation of Agent Keen. Iām confident sheāll follow the facts.
Cooper: Those facts are not proven.
Connolly: If you donāt want to help us, thatās fine, but Iām sure I donāt need to remind you what will happen if you actively stand in our way. Youāll be charged with perjury in the Harbormaster case and leaking privileged grand-jury proceedings. And then thereās Charlene.
Cooper: You need to leave now.
Connolly: As for the clinical trial, I canāt imagine that will continue.
Cooper: Did you hear what I said? You can take your pills and your clinical trial. [ Throws pills on floor ] I would rather die than be part of this.
Connolly: Escort Director Cooper to his car. Iām placing him on administrative leave until weāre finished here. And find Elizabeth Keen.
Ressler: There must be some mistake.
Lab person: Thatās what I thought. We ran the samples twice. Everyone here tested negative for the virus.
Ressler: We missed something.
Samar: I have Hawkins on camera from the moment he stepped out of the car to the moment he collapsed. Every single person he came into contact with tested negative.
Ressler: All except one.
Liz: [ On phone ] You were right. [ Sighs ] Itās all set up. Cooper and Connolly ā I heard them arguing. Heās got it all figured out. Heās presenting evidence, using my mother, making it seem like all Iāve been doing is helping you commit crimes.
Red: Lizzie, are you out?
Liz: Iām leaving now.
Red: Dembeās on his way. As soon as youāre out, find your way to Illinois and Ridge. Heāll be there waiting.
Liz: Yeah.
[ Elevator opens. Connolly and armed men step out ]
Connolly: Hello, Agent Keen. Weāve been looking for you.
[ Interrogration room w two interrogators ]
Liz: I want the chain of custody for that sample fully accounted for, and I want someone from my task force to oversee the process and confirm the results.
Interrogator: Suspects donāt get to dictate process, Agent Keen.
Liz: You need to listen to me. Iām being framed.
Interrogator: You left the Orea building minutes before it was bombed.
Liz: Yes, and so did my partner! At no point was I ever anywhere near that truck!
Interrogator: Maybe not that morning, but your partial prints were on the device.
Liz: Thatās not possible.
Interrogator: Weāll get you the report.
Liz: Iām sure thatās what the report says, because, as I told you, Iām being framed.
Interrogator: Okay, Agent Keen, who exactly is setting you up? āCause from where I sit, theyāre doing a damn good job of it.
Liz: Thereās an organization known as The Cabalā a conspiracy formed by world leaders from the government to the private sector.
Interrogator: Conspiracy? Really?
Liz: Itās Tom Connolly ā thatās who you should be questioning.
Interrogator: Cut the crap. We know who you are. Where were you born?
Liz: I was raised in Nebraska.
Interrogator: Thatās not what I asked. You were born in Moscow. Your mother was a KGB agent named Katarina Rostova. Your adopted father had a criminal past you failed to mention. What is your birth name?
Liz: What?
Interrogator: Your birth name? For most people, thatās a pretty simple question.
Liz: I never knew my biological parents, and my memories were blocked.
Interrogator: You expect us to believe that?
Liz: I donāt care what you believe.
Interrogator: Intel indicates the existence of a Russian sleeper agent within the FBI.
Liz: Then maybe you should go out and look for him.
Interrogator: We know the truth, Masha. Thatās your real name, isnāt it? Masha Rostova. Answer the question, Agent Keen.
[ Knock on door ]
Ressler: You wanted to see me?
Wright: We know ā I just received word. Senator Hawkins is dead.
Ressler: [ Sighs ] Thereās no evidence the man weāre holding is Karakurt. Main Justice verified his credentials. Heās just a reporter. Maybe Cooper could ā
Wright: Agent Cooper was relieved of duty by the Attorney General until my inquiry is complete.
Ressler: This is unbelievable. So theyāre taking him out, too.
[ Door closes ]
Wright: Look, I donāt know Agent Keen well at all. Maybe she is what theyāre saying she is. But Harold Cooper ā you remove a man like that, and you get me wondering. Which is why Iām naming you as Acting Director of this task force. I need a right hand on this, one I can trust.
Ressler: So you want me to investigate my partner?
Wright: Youāre an agent who puts a premium on doing whatās right. You want to give Keen the benefit of the doubt? Good. But if she is guilty, I know youāll do what it takes to hold her accountable and make the case.
[ Knock on door ] [ Door opens ]
Aram: Sorry to interrupt. Agent Keenās blood test just came in. She tested positive for the virus that killed Senator Hawkins.
[ Footsteps ] [ In a church. Organ plays in distance ]
Cooper: Iāve been relieved of duty.
Red: Iām not surprised. And Connollyās minions are questioning Agent Keen.
Cooper: The man has the weight of the entire DOJ behind him if he wants to indict her.
Red: There wonāt be an indictment. Theyāll rig the evidence against her, parade her in front of the cameras so America can see the face of the enemy, and then theyāll put her away someplace where she has no chance to mount a defense.
Cooper: I have to go back.
Red: You wonāt be allowed in the building.
Cooper: We canāt just leave her there.
Red: Of course not. Weāre gonna walk her right out the door.
Cooper: You have someone on the inside?
Red: Yes. Fortunately, I also have a man at the power company. [ Door closes ] The lines will be cut to both the main and emergency power supplies.
Cooper: Battery boot protocol will recycle within 60 seconds. It will take another 30 seconds for the cameras to cycle.
Red: Thatās 90 seconds for Agent Keen to get out. With your guidance, Harold, thatās all the time sheāll need.
Cooper: Iāll check it out.
Red: Stay put.
Cooper: You want me to guide her out in the dark?
Red: In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.
Man: Let me guess ā Reddingtonās coming to break you out.
[ Indistinct shouting ]
Guard: Agent Keen, Iām to escort you to lockā
[ Up-tempo music playing ] [ Scatting ] [ Scuffle. Grunting ] [ Cellphone ringing ]
Man: Wait! Reddington sent me! Clock is ticking!
[ Hands her phone ]
Man: Itās for you! ā Take it!
Liz: Yes!
Cooper: Keen, listen closely. You have 45 seconds before the power is up. I need you to do exactly as I say.
Aram: Team, our power supplyās not responding.
Ressler: Reddington.
Cooper: Thereās a door by the south stairwell. My emergency access is 5-Tango-293. Head to the end of the hallway and make a right, then an immediate left.
Samar: Damn it.
Cooper: From the maintenance room, thereās a utility ladder that dumps into an emergency passageway. The stairwell opens to a service corridor connected to the loading dock. Go one block west. Reddington will meet you there.
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Ressler: Donāt do this, Keen.
Liz: They wonāt listen to me.
Ressler: Weāll make them listen.
Liz: Did you get my blood test back?
Ressler: Positive for the virus.
Liz: You see? They can make anything look like the truth.
Ressler: And if you run, what does that look like? If someoneās setting you up, youāre giving them exactly what they want. You can fight this, but if youāve got to do it from inside the system.
Liz: In about 20 seconds, that cameraās gonna turn back on. If youāre gonna let me go, youāve got to do it now, before people see you standing here with me.
[ Generator whirring ] [ Beep ] [ Lights back on ]
Ressler: We just missed her. Got her burner.
[ Tires screech ] [ At Redās lake house ]
Liz: How could I possibly be carrying the virus that killed Hawkins?
Red: Infecting you is not something theyād leave to chance. They want you alone, isolated. In the last 24 hours, what was out of the ordinary? When did you change your plans, make a diversion?
Cooper: Union Station.
Liz: Coming out of the tunnel, I was chasing Karakurt. He blindsided me.
Cooper: To infect you.
Liz: We need to pull the security tapes at Union Station. If we can find footage of Karakurt, maybe we can prove they infected me.
Dembe: Heās insisting.
Red: Yes?
Tom: [ On phone ] Whereās Liz? I canāt reach her.
Red: I canāt help you with that.
Tom: I can keep her safe. I can help her disappear.
Red: Your assistance is not necessary. [ Hangs up ]
Liz: Who was that?
Red: Tom. Tom is calling to take you away, start a new life with a new identity. But if you run now, before clearing your name, there is no place you can go where they wonāt find you.ā¤
[ Cellphone vibrating ] Face this now, fight it, and youāll be free to make any choice you want.
[ Ringing ] [ Beep ] Iāll meet you back here after you get the tapes.
Liz: What are you doing?
Red: I have an appointment. This is a war that must be fought on many fronts. You have yours. I have mine. [ Sighs ] Be safe.
[ Door opens ] [ Door closes ]
Mr Kaplan: We have three broad-spectrum frequency jammers being off-loaded now.
Red: You want to run them from the catwalks?
Mr Kaplan: Yes, space this size ā no communications will get in or out. Iām confident of that.
Red: I donāt need to tell you there is no margin for error.
Kaplan: Thatās correct. You do not.
Red: Whatās the word from Baz?
Dembe: Heās trying.
Red: Trying?
Dembe: Some of the targets you selected are thousands of miles away. They have to be secured and transported.
Red: I was very clearā whatever it takes, whatever resources are required.
Dembe: Of course.
Red: We get one chance to strike first. We will not get another.
Cooper: Iām dying, Agent Keen.
Liz: Charlene told me. She swore me to secrecy.
Cooper: I let Tom Connolly take advantage of that. He offered me hope. But in exchange, I did things for him. You once told me that I was the one person you completely trusted. I violated that trust. Iām sorry, Elizabeth.
Liz: This thing youāre going through, ever since Charlene told me, Iāve had a pit in my stomach. I just [ Voice breaking ] I canāt imagine [ Sniffles ]
Cooper: Pull yourself together, Keen. What little time I have left, I donāt want to spend it sitting in a car, blubbering with you.ā¤
Liz: Okay. [ Sniffles ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Liz: Iām with the FBI. Weāre chasing down a lead on the recent Orea bombing. We have reason to believe the perp fled through Union Station as recently as this morning. Weāre gonna need to take a look at your feeds.
Salestrom (Attendant): You got legal paper. Uh, subpoena? I canāt release the footage without one.
Liz: Youāve got to be joking. What? A subpoena? Weāve got a terrorist out there ā who just killed 14 CIA agents. [ Telephone ringing ] He murdered a sitting US senator. And you want to talk about paperwork?
Salestrom: Salestrom.
Simpson: This is Simpson. I want to give you a heads-up. Youāre gonna have somebody from the Bureau stopping by. They need to have a look at surveillance.
Salestrom: I have someone here right now.
Simpson: They need to move quickly. Give her whatever she needs.
Cooper: I appreciate the help.
Salestrom. Of course. [ To Liz ] The drives are uploaded to archive after midnight. Anything from earlier today is gonna have to be accessed from here. Good luck.
Liz: [ Sighs ] [ Keyboard clacking ] Andropov.
Reporter: Authorities have released this photo of the suspect, FBI Agent Elizabeth Keen. Sources are confirming she is also wanted in connection with the truck bombing at the CIAās Orea facility.
Liz: It was Andropov.
Cooper: The virologist? He infected you?
Liz: He was there. We have to find Andropov and get him to talk.
Cooper: I canāt. I just got a call from our lawyer. Charleneās been taken in for questioning.
Liz: Questioning for what?
Cooper: Tom Connolly. He got her toā She leaked a classified document to the press. But what it means is I canāt. Youāre gonna have to find Andropov on your own.
Liz: Anton Velov? Agent Keen, FBI. We spoke briefly on the phone a few days ago.
Velov: Keen. You were looking for information about Katarina Rostova. Is that why youāre here
Liz: Not entirely, no.
Velov: Good. Because if you were, you have wasted your time. As I told you, I never knew Katarina.
Liz: I need you to tell me where I can find Leo Andropov.
Velov: How should I know where he is?
Liz: You were a CI for one of the Orea agents that died in the bombing. You recorded a conversation for him that took place here in this restaurant, and we know Andropov was a part of that conversation. So Iām gonna ask you again, where can I find him?
Velov: There is a safe house in Ivy City.
Liz: A safe house. An address?
Velov: L Street, across from Oliveās Diner. Now, if thereās nothing else ā
Liz: Thatās not what you told me on the phone. You said you could help me with Katarina Rostova.
Velov: I donāt know anything. I told you how to find Andropov.
Liz: And now I want you to tell me about her.
Velov: I canāt say.
Liz: First, you donāt know. Now you canāt say. Which is it?
Liz: You got to him.
Red: I retained his services.
Liz: In exchange for his silence about my mother.
Red: Harold told me the man who infected you was the virologist Andropov.
Liz: You got me out of the post office. You gave me a chance to prove my innocence. I know you think you care about me. But every time you do something that makes me think you really do, you do something else that reminds me that you simply arenāt capable of it.
Red: Iām a sin eater.ā¤ I absorb the misdeeds of others, darkening my soul to keep theirs pure. That is what Iām capable of. ā¤
Liz: What sin of mine could you possibly have absorbed?
Red: Andropov ā do you have a lead?
Liz: I do, and Iāll handle it on my own, because thatās what Iām capable of.ā¤
[ Door closes ]
[ Clatter ]
Tom: Liz, Iāve been looking everywhere for you.
Liz: I have a lead, something that could clear all of this up, but I need your help.
Tom: I went to your motel. There were cops everywhere. Itās on the TV, news reports. There is no clearing it up, all right? ā There is only leaving it behind.
Liz: I canāt. If I run now, then Iāll be looking over my shoulder for the rest of my life.
Tom: Thatās Reddington talking.
Liz: Yes, it is. And heās right. I canāt leave now.
Tom: Then I canāt stay.
Liz: This lead I have ā Leo Andropov ā
Tom: Never heard of him.
Liz: He created the virus that killed Hawkins. He infected me. If we can find him, then maybe I can prove I was set up. But I donāt think I can do it on my own. Iāve got an address.
[ Metal rattling ]
Tom: Heās on the street!
Andropov: [ On phone ] Itās me. Iāve been made. Iām on my way to the extraction point.
[ Engine turns over ] [ Engine revs ] [ Engine revs ]
Liz: Turn! Up there on the right!
Tom: Yeah, I see him.
Liz: Youāre losing him!
Tom: Are you honestly telling me how to drive right now?
Liz: Yes! Iām not the one who hit a deer on the turnpike.
Tom: That was not deer blood on the windshield.
Liz: Just donāt lose him.
[ Tires screeching ] [ Engine revs ] [ Tires screech ]
Liz: He turned down the alley. Circle back.
[ Tires screech ]
Andropov: Where the hell have you been? We have to go now! [ People he was to meet open fire on him ] What are you doing?! Aah! No!
Liz: Thatās everything!
[ Tires screeching ]
Liz: No! Oh, God! Stay with me! Come on! [ Groans, sobs ] My mother ā heās the only one who knew about her.
Tom: Liz ā Liz, heās gone.
[ Breathing heavily ] [ Sirens wailing in distance ]
[ Redās associates are rounding up people in various cities ]
[ Car alarm chirps ]
Associate: Hello, Mr. Hastings. Iām here on behalf of Raymond Reddington.
Associate: Mr. Chin, Raymond Reddington sends his regards.
Associate: Last target secured, sir. Traveling to location.
Tom: [ Inhales sharply ] What? What?
Liz: Today. In the alley.
Tom: What about the alley?
Liz: Itās the weirdest thing. In that moment with the bullets flying and the glass ā one thing kept running through my head. [ Sighs ] āThe boat, the boat. Why didnāt you just get on his boat?ā Tell me what to do.
Tom: Youāre still bleeding.
Liz: [ Winces ] Iām fine. Tom, I said I was fine.
Tom: I know you did. [ Blows softly ] That hurt? What is it? Whatās wrong?
Liz: I donāt want to regret anything.
Tom: What could you possibly regret?
Liz: Not saying yes.
Tom: Yes to what?
Liz: You. Take me with you.
Tom: Donāt say that.
Liz: Iām here. All we have to do is go.
Tom: Liz, if you go away with me, youāll never get answers. Youāll never find out who you really are.
Liz: I donāt need to know who I am to know what I want.
Tom: What do you want, Liz?
Liz: You.
[ They make love ]
Reporter: At this hour, police continue their search for FBI Agent Elizabeth Keen, who authorities have named a person of interest in the death of Senator Clifford Hawk.
[ Chatter continues in distance ] [ Keyboard clacking ]
Tom: You have a gun or are you just happy to see me?
Liz: The flash drive that we found in Andropovās safe house ā itās full of records, including documents about Cooper.
Tom: Cooper.
Liz: Yeah. His medical records, test results, medications, the ā the Senator, ā the bombing.
Tom: Liz, slow down.
Liz: Cooperās doctor works for The Cabal. [ Sighs ] Iāll be back. [ Dialing ]
Tom: [ Scoffs ] No, you wonāt.
Liz: I got to ā Tom
Tom: Mm-hmm Go.
Cooper: Agent Cooper.
Liz: Agent Cooper, itās Keen. I need to see you. Itās about your doctor.
Doctor: The dye we inserted highlighted ā
Cooper: Who do you work for? Get out!
Doctor: Harold, Iām in the middle of a ā Harold ā
Cooper: I know about Andropov. That the drugs you gave me came from him.
[ Doctor groans ]
Cooper: There never was a clinical trial, was there?
Doctor: No, no.
Cooper: It was all a lie.
Doctor: Please, please, please! Please, they ā they threatened my family.
Cooper: Your family? And what about my family? You made me believe I was getting cured!
Doctor: No, no, no. [ Choking ] I made you believe you were sick.
Cooper: Say that again?
Doctor: Youāre not sick.
Cooper: The test results, the brain scans ā I saw the tumor.
Doctor: No, you saw a tumor, but it wasnāt yours. The MRIs, the CAT scans, the blood tests ā It was all fake!
Cooper: Youāre lying to me.
Doctor: No, no, no! Iām not! Iām not!
Cooper: But I felt sick. I needed a cane.
Doctor: Y-yes. And ā and then you didnāt. It was the medicine. [ Groans ] Andropovā heā he designed it so that youād manifest the symptoms of a glioblastoma. Then he altered your dosage to make you think the trial was working. I donāt know why he did it, but he did. You have to believe me. [ Breathing heavily ] Thereās nothing wrong with you.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Red: My name is Raymond Reddington. The United States government has placed me atop the countryās list of most-wanted fugitives for a colorful and not uninteresting assortment of crimes, most of which I have committed. Thatās who I am.ā¤ You, in turn, are by my estimation eleven of the best investigative journalists in the world. Iām here to tell you a story. Iām sure you recognize many of the faces behind me. They are among the most powerful men and women on the planet. They are also part of a global conspiracy, a shadow organization that spans across every continent and has for the last three decades, consisting of leaders in world government and the private sector. Some call this group āThe Cabal.ā The world you live in is the world they want you to think you live in. They start wars, create chaos. And when it suits them, they resolve it. Cabal members will move more money in the next quarter than the World Bank will in the next year. Their alliance effects sea change in every aspect of human life ā the value and distribution of commodities, money, weapons, water, fuel, the food we eat to live, the information we rely on to tell us who we are. What exactly do you expect us to do with this information? Study it, investigate it to determine the truth, and then report it. Let me be clear. Investigating this group will immediately position you as a threat. If you do what Iām asking, youāll be putting your lives and the lives of those you love at grave risk. In the end, āThe truth will out.ā Not all of us will live to see that day, but the truth will out.ā¤
Cooper: Tom, we need to talk.
Connolly: I donāt think we have anything to say to each other.
Cooper: I spoke with Dr. Levin. He recorded your conversations.
Connolly: You got a lot of chutzpah coming here.
Liz: Oh, heās got much more than that.
Cooper: I have my health. What a miracle ā cancer free. But then, you know that, donāt you, Tom? How quickly fortunes can turn.
Liz: I wouldnāt call your security. Not until youāve heard what we have to say.
Cooper: We have the tapes ā recordings that prove you blackmailed Dr. Levin into falsifying my medical records.
Liz: So hereās what youāre gonna do. Youāre gonna make this go away, all of it. Youāre gonna exonerate me by prosecuting Karakurt, the real killer of 14 agents and Senator Hawkins. Youāre going to agree not to press charges against Charlene. Youāre going to reinstate Agent Cooper, and youāre going to convey to the Director that he is not to touch Raymond Reddington.
Connolly: Why would I agree to any of that?
Cooper: Because if you refuse, weāll take the evidence to the Bureau.
Connolly: I own the Bureau.
Cooper: Then weāll go to a federal judge.
Connolly: Good luck. A river of influence runs deep, or have you forgotten how easily we made Judge Denner suppress first-degree murder charges against you, Agent Keen. Look around. Why do you think Iām here? Thereās a banquet tonight, fraternal order of police. Iām the keynote speaker. Four hours from now, Iām going to be on that stage, announcing that my office has secured an indictment against the members of a rogue task force.
Cooper: This task force was authorized by the FBI and the DOJ.
Connolly: By my predecessor at the DOJ. Youāre going to prison, Agent Keen. Donald Ressler ā his little oxy addiction will get him drummed out of the Bureau. Samar Navabi will be extradited to Iran, where she will stand trial for the murder of one of their top nuclear scientists. Charlene, Harold, even Agent Mojtabai. We have a little something in mind for all of you, including treason charges and the death penalty for Reddington.ā¤ So are we finished here? Because I think itās cocktail hour. [ Liz draws her gun ] Oh. [ Chuckles ] What are you gonna do, Agent Keen ā arrest me?
Cooper: Keen, put it down.
Connolly: I am nothing. I am a cog in a very large wheel. Shoot me, and somebody at least as powerful will take my place. You just wonāt know who.
Cooper: Agent Keen, you do this, you become everything they say you are.
Liz: I canāt let him.
Cooper: Elizabeth, listen to me.
Cooper: That conversation we had in my hospital room, the good person I told you I didnāt want to lose [ Distorted ] The agent you were before all of this ā you do this, and sheās gone.
[ Liz fires. Connolly falls, dead. Liz recalls, on the night of the fire, shooting her father ]
Cooper: Keen ā Run.
[ Screams ] [ Horn blares ] [ Cellphone ringing ]
Liz: Excuse me.
[ Beep ]
Liz: [ On phone ] Ressler?
Ressler: Where the hell are you? Listen to me.
Liz: Harold Cooper ā he had nothing to do with this.
Ressler: You need to turn yourself in.
Liz: Did you hear me? Heās innocent.
Ressler: You are a wanted fugitive. You murdered the Attorney General of the United States. You have to come in.
Liz: I canāt.
Ressler: Damn it, Liz, wake up. You keep running, you will be hunted down.
Liz: I know.
Ressler: By me. Donāt make me do this. Please, Liz, tell me where you are. [ Beep ] Tell me, and I can get ā [ Beeping ]
āā
[ Dialing ] [ Cellphone rings ]
Red: [ On phone ] Lizzie.
Liz: I need your help.
Red: Where are you?
Liz: I killed Tom Connolly.
Red: I know. Where are you?
Liz: Iām on, uh, 7th and L, Northeast.
Red: Iām gonna call you back in two minutes with an address. I need you to get there. Iām gonna get you out.
[ Beep ] [ Dialing ] [ Ringing ]
Red: [ On phone ] Itās me. I need to travel.
Liz: I remember.
[ Car door closes ] [ Engine turns over ]
Liz: I remember everything.
Red: Remember what?
Liz: The night of the fire. I know what happened, and I understand why you didnāt want me to find out. When I pulled the trigger ā When I shot Connolly, I It came back to me. It was like I was there. I could hear them arguing. [ Flashback. Distorted shouting ] He was hurting her. And I know why my father died that night.ā¤
Woman: [ Distorted ] Masha?
Liz: I shot him. Thatās why you blocked my memory ā not to protect yourself. To protect me.
Red: Yeah.
[ ā« Elton Johnās Rocket Man plays. Ressler pins up Lizās on the display board. A man pins up a āTen Most Wanted Posterā of Elizabeth Keen next to that of Raymond āRedā Reddington ]
ā« She packed my bags last night, preflight
zero hour, 9:00 AM
and Iām gonna be high
as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much I miss my wife
itās lonely out in space on such a timeless flight
Liz: Youāre my sin eater.ā¤
Red: Tried to be. But I failed. I never wanted you to be ā
Liz: What?
Red: Like me.ā¤
[ They clasp hands ]
[ Van pulls up ]
Red: This is us.
[ They get into the van and it drives away ]
ā« And I think itās gonna be a long, long, time
āTil touchdown brings me āround again to find
Iām not the man they think I am at home
Ah, no no no
Iām a rocket man
Rocket man
Burninā out this fuse
Up here alone
[ Ressler pins up Lizās mug shot on the Task Forceās display window ā¦ A man pins up a āTen Most Wanted Posterā of Liz next to that for Raymond āRedā Reddington ā¦ In the van, Liz rests her head on Redās shoulder and closes her eyes ]
ā« Mars aināt the kind of place
To raise your kids
In fact, itās cold as hell
And thereās no one there to raise them
If you didā« And all this science
I donāt understand
Itās just my job
Five days a week
A rocket man
Rocket Manā« And I think itās gonna be a long, long, time
āTil touchdown brings me āround again to find
Iām not the man they think I am at home
Ah, no no noā« And I think itās gonna be a long, long, time
āTil touchdown brings me āround again to find
Iām not the man they think I am at home
Ah, no no noā¦
Iām a rocket man
Rocket man
Burninā out this fuse
Up here aloneā« And I think itās gonna be a long, long, time
And I think itās gonna be a long, long, time
And I think itās gonna be a long, long, timeā« Long, long, time
Long, long, timeā« Ah, no, no, noā¦
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, noā¦Songwriters: JOHN, ELTON / TAUPIN, BERNARD J.P.
Rocket Man lyrics Ā© Universal Music Publishing Group
YouTube (Concert recording): http://bit.ly/1IBh03r
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