The Blacklist Declassified

 

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NBC’s series The Blacklist created by: Jon Bokenkamp

 

SERIES STARS:
 
Raymond ‘Red’ Reddington – James Spader
Elizabeth Keen – Megan Boone
Donald Ressler – Diego Klattenhoff
Harold Cooper – Harry Lennix
Tom Keen – Ryan Eggold
Aram Mojtabai – Amir Arison
Samar Navabi – Mozhan Marnò
Dembe Zuma – Hisham Tawfiq
 

 
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🔴 Episode 4:1 – Esteban
🔴 Episode 4:2 – Mato
🔴 Episode 4:3 – Miles McGrath
🔴 Episode 4:4 – Gaia
🔴 Episode 4:5 – The Lindquist Concern
🔴 Episode 4:6 – The Thrushes
🔴 Episode 4:7 – Dr Adrian Shaw
🔴 Episode 4:8 – Dr Adrian Shaw – Conclusion
🔴 Episode 4:9 – Lipet’s Seafood Company
🔴 Episode 4:10 – The Forecaster
🔴 Episode 4:11 – The Harem
🔴 Episode 4:12 – Natalie Luca
🔴 Episode 4:13 – Isabella Stone
🔴 Episode 4:14 – The Architect
🔴 Episode 4:15 – The Apothecary
🔴 Episode 4:16 – Dembe Zuma
🔴 Episode 4:17 – Requiem
🔴 Episode 4:18 – Philomena
🔴 Episode 4:19 – Dr Bogdan Krilov
🔴 Episode 4:20 – The Debt Collector
🔴 Episode 4:21 – Mr Kaplan
🔴 Episode 4:22 – Mr Kaplan – Conclusion
 
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🔴 Script: 4:1 Esteban (№ 79)

 
Program air date: 9/22/2016 in the US
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Director: Michael Watkins
Written by: Jon Bokenkamp, John Eisendrath
 

⭕ Script 4:1 Esteban (№ 79)

Blurb: Alexander Kirk (aka Constantin Rostov) is holding Liz (aka Masha Rostova) captive in Cuba. Baby Agnes is missing. Red must find them before Kirk leaves the island with them.

 
[ Red, Dembe and Kate are in the villa where Liz, Agnes and Tom were taken. Red is distressed, conjuring up dark images of what happened with each splash of blood, shard of glass or abandoned toy he sees. Ominous music plays … ]

♪ pulsing my senses weak ♪

[ Tom is bound in the trunk of a late ’50s blue Dodge sedan ]

 
[ Ominous music continues … ]
[ Red, Dembe and Kate (“Mr Kaplan”) are investigating the site where Liz, Tom and Baby Agnes were taken ]
Kate: [ Referring to splash of blood on wall ] Critical hit. He couldn’t have gone far.
Dembe: He wouldn’t go to a hospital.

♪ now time has run its course ♪
♪ there is no other way ♪

Mr Kaplan (Kate): The bleeder works for Kirk. He’ll know where to find them.
Dembe: I have a location.
Kate: I was trying to help. He has to know that.
Dembe: I’m not on your side here, Kate.

♪ pulsing my senses weak ♪
♪ I was hunting, I went running ♪
♪ now time has run its course ♪
♪ there is no other way ♪

Tunefind: http://bit.ly/2cBUkd2

 
[ Silenced gunshot (💥) ] [ Silenced gunshot (💥) ] [ Grunts ]
Red: I need to speak with the patient.
Doctor: He’s gone.
Red: As you well know, one of the keys to my success is a clear and consistent understanding of my own limitations. So often people overestimate themselves, misapply their gifts. The cleaner suddenly fancies herself the strategist. Wisdom is learning the boundaries of one’s designated lane. For instance, this, I will do poorly. Clumsily, with more mess than necessary. It’ll take longer and be considerably more unpleasant to boot. [ To Kate ] But I can’t very well have you do it, can I?
[ Red proceeds to cut the head off the dead man ] [ Flesh cutting and squishing ] [ Click and thud ]

 
Manny Soto: Raymond Reddington, my favorite rubio. Ay carajo, I haven’t seen you since you snuck off at Carnival.
[ Red takes severed head from bag ]
Manny Soto: Red, Jesus. What’s wrong with you?
Red: We’re looking for a name. Take a close look, Manny. He worked for a man who abducted someone I care about.
Manny Soto: He’s a cop.
Red: Who’s his rabbi?
Manny Soto: I don’t know, but I know who might.

 
Aram: Is it true? She’s alive?
Samar: Apparently.
Aram: Wait, wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. How is that… there were complications during labor. And the doctor, he declared her dead.
Samar: He lied.
Aram: But there was a funeral. I-I was a pallbearer.
Samar: Yes, and who knows what was in that casket? It was a charade, Aram.
Aram: So Agent Keen is alive? Uh, but her funeral and her death… She faked her death.
Why would she do that?
Ressler: To get away from Reddington. So that her and Tom and Agnes could have a normal life.
Aram: Away from us?
Samar: Yes, after everything we did for her.
Ressler: Best we could tell, Liz and Tom’s plan was to go into hiding in Cuba. Alexander Kirk found them.
Aram: Why? What does he want with Agent Keen?
Ressler: Look, all we know right now is that when Reddington got there, Liz and Tom were gone.
⋘⋙
Cooper: I just got off the phone with the embassy in Havana. Briefed them on Kirk, gave them the tail number to his plane. If that was how he was planning to get off the island, that’s not gonna happen.
Aram: And, uh, what about Agnes?
Ressler: At this point, we don’t know.
Cooper: Notify FBI headquarters. Elizabeth Keen is alive.

 
Balzan: The plane is ready.
Alexander Kirk (aka Constantin Rostov): Mato and the baby?
Balzan: Not yet.
Kirk: Notify me as soon as they’re here.
Liz Keen: My baby.
Kirk: She’s on her way.
Liz: That’s what you said before.
Kirk: Masha–
Liz: My name is Elizabeth.
Kirk: I understand that you have questions, that you’re upset.
[ Liz punches Kirk in the face, bloodies his nose ] [ Grunts ] [ Guard cocks his gun ]
Kirk: I’m sorry it has to be like this.
Liz: You’re not my father.
Kirk: Well, I am, Masha. I am. And I intend to prove that to you. Agnes will be brought here, but the person doing that has a job to do first.
Liz: What job? With Tom? What are you doing to Tom?

 
[ Salsa music on the radio ] [ Engine rumbling ] [ Agnes wailing ] [ Tom is banging in the trunk ]
Tom: Let me out!
[ Tom punches out a tail light and waves his fingers out the ragged opening. A young girl notices Tom’s fingers and alerts her father. Her father calls the police ]
[ Agnes continues wailing ]

 
[ Red approaches a table of cops playing poker ] [ Laughter ]
Red: There’s nothing more depressing than a failed Communist state. It doesn’t even really pay to be corrupt. When dirty cops play poker in America, they’re able to play for real money.
Cop: [ Spanish w English subtitles ] What’s up, Manny? Who is this guy?
Manny Soto: He’s a friend. He’s just looking for a name.
[ Red tosses a thick wad of bills on the table ] [ Red removes the severed head from the bag and sets it on the table by an empty chair ]
Red: Let’s raise the stakes. A new game. You tell me who the head worked for, you keep the money, a 5-way split.
Cop: [ Places his gun on the wad of bills ] Oh, we’re keeping the money.
Red: A young woman and her child were taken. A Russian has entered the country. I have it on good authority your friend here was assisting him.
Cop: I think it’s time for you to leave.
[ Gunshot 💥 – Red shoots him ] [ Cop Grunts]
Red: Make that a 4-way split.
Cop: [ in Spanish ] Guys, just tell him what he wants.
[ Another gunshot 💥 ] [ More gunshots 💥💥💥 as the cops go for their guns and Red takes them out, until just one cop remains ]
Last cop alive: I’ll give you a name.
Red: Well, isn’t this your lucky day?

 
[ Door opens ]
Red: The head worked for a Joseph Balzan? I’ve never heard of him.
Manny Soto: Yeah, he’s a supplier of all manner of contraband on the island. If the people you’re looking for are still in Cuba, Balzan is protecting them.
Kate: Should I assemble a team?
Red: [ Ignoring her ] Dembe, call Silvio in San Cristobal. Tell him to put a team together. We’re going after Elizabeth.

 
[ Kirk offers Liz a glass of water; she refuses ]
Kirk: Here. [ He sets glass down ] You think I’d drug you?
Liz: You kidnapped my infant daughter, my husband, and me. I’d say you’re capable of anything.
Kirk: Listen… you were my entire life. You were all your mother and I ever cared about. Now you don’t know any of that because Reddington took you away from us when you were just a little girl. He and your mother had an affair. For a time, I thought maybe he was the father, but I have proof that he’s not. He’s just a spiteful, evil man. Couldn’t accept it when Katarina broke off the affair. One day I came home, and you were gone. He’d taken you. I never thought I’d ever see you again… until there you were in the news, you… and Reddington, – the most wanted fugitives in the world.
Liz: If you cared so much about me, you wouldn’t hold me hostage.
Kirk: He’d taken my beautiful child and turned her into a criminal.
Liz: Attack my wedding, everyone I love.
Kirk: Everything I did was to get my child away from Reddington. Who understands that more than you? You did the exact same thing, faked your own death to get your child away from him. [Door opens ]
Balzan: [ Lowered voice, to Kirk ] We have a problem. The PNR [Policía Nacional Revolucionaria], have surrounded the plane.
Kirk: Then find another plane. Agnes will be here shortly.
Liz: And Tom?

 
[ Siren whoops, Agnes crying ] [ Siren wailing ] [ Police car stops blue Dodge sedan with Mato and Romina holding Agnes in the front seat. [ Tom in the trunk ] [ Crying continues ]
Mato: Shh!
Tom: Hey, they have my baby! Please!
Mato: Keen, you breathe a word, I’m gonna fire two bullets– one in the cop and the other between the eyes of that screaming kid. You got it?
[ Agnes’ crying continues ]
Romina: [ Spanish ] What do we do? What the hell are you doing, Bobo?
Officer: [ Spanish ] Out of the car.
[ Mato gets out ]
Officer: [ Spanish ] Open the trunk. [ To Romina ] You, out of the car.
[ Romina gets out with Agnes ]
Officer: [ Spanish ] Move it.
Romina: [ Spanish ] Sir, my baby. Please, she’s upset. Let me take my baby with –
Officer: Shut up.
[ Romina lays Agnes on the car seat ]
[ Mato opens the car trunk ]
Tom: He’s got a gun! [ Gunshot 💥 ]
[ Mato gets the PNR officer in a strangle hold ] [ Grunts ] [ Grunting ]
Tom: No, don’t– please!
[ Bones crack. The PNR officer’s neck is broken ] [ Body thuds ] [ Agnes fusses ] [ Mato punches Tom, knocking him out ] [ Groans ] [ Mato loads the body of the dead PNR officer into the trunk with Tom ] [ Agnes continues crying ]

 
Cooper: Where are we on Kirk?
Ressler: PNR grounded his plane. There’s no sign of him or Keen.
Samar: I informed the Bureau that Elizabeth Keen has risen from the dead. They said three Hail Mary’s and they’re on the lookout for the zombie apocalypse.
Cooper: I understand. You feel played.
Aram: Don’t you, sir?
Ressler: Look, we should be halfway to Havana by now.
Samar: Why? She obviously doesn’t want our help.
Ressler: Maybe or maybe not, but she needs it.
Samar: You’re willing to risk your life after what she did?
Cooper: All right, let’s just have this conversation. Keen lied to us, took advantage of all of us, and no one is more upset about that than I. Or… relieved. Truth be told, I didn’t think it was possible to be this joyous and livid at the same time. But I have a job to do– find Keen and her family and bring them home safely. And I know that no matter how I feel, I can do that job. I need to know if each of you can say the same.

 
[ ♪ Car radio plays Sr. Ortegon: ]
♪ desde que te fuiste ♪
♪ las cosas no andan mal ♪
♪ pero si quieres volver ♪
♪ con gusto sere tu man ♪
♪ la muchacha se fue ♪

[ Tom struggles to get at the dead officer’s keys ] [ Grunts ]

♪ se fue ♪
♪ esa muchacha se fue ♪
♪ se fue, se fue ♪

[ Exhales deeply ] [ Speaker crackles ] ♪♪ [ Grunting ] ♪♪ [ Cocks gun ] [ Dialing ] [ Click ] [ Switch clicks ]

[ Red, Dembe and guards enter a house. They subdue men working in the garage ]
Guard: [ Spanish ] Somebody’s here. In the building.
Dembe: [ Spanish ] Contact the FAR.
Guard: [ Spanish ] Already on their way.

Red: [ Threatens a worker with a gun ] [ Spanish ] El Russo. Donde está? [ Where is he? ]

[ Guns drawn, Red and Dembe enter room with a large one-way mirror: Kirk and Liz can see Red and Dembe – Red and Dembe see only their own reflections ]

Kirk: Hello, Raymond.
Red: Elizabeth, are you okay?
Kirk: Of course she is. Unlike you, I would never hurt my own daughter.
Red: Elizabeth? Elizabeth.
Liz: I’m on your left.
[ Red rapidly fires multiple gunshots 💥💥💥💥💥 through the right side of the mirror, but Kirk is unscathed ] [ Tires screech ]
Red: Constantin. What do you want? Name it. You bring her out unharmed, you’ll have it.
Kirk: Of course, the Concierge of Crime wants to cut a deal. You’ll give me whatever I want? Red: Yes.
Kirk: In exchange for Masha?
Red: Whatever you desire.
Kirk: What I desire is to raise my child, to watch her grow, and to have back the 26 years of being a father that you took from me. But you can’t give me that, can you?
Red: No, – because she was never yours to raise.
Dembe: [ Quietly, to Red ] Patrol unit incoming. Military patrol. Armored military.
Red: Agnes. Do you have Agnes?
Liz: I don’t have her. Go. Find Agnes and Tom.
Red: I’m not leaving here without you.
Kirk: You just don’t get it, do you, Raymond? She doesn’t want to be with you. That’s why she faked her own death– to get away from you.
Dembe: Raymond, we have to go now.
Liz: If they get you, they’ll kill you.
Dembe: Raymond.
Elizabeth: Did you hear me? You have to go. Go!
Red: Elizabeth, I will come for you.
[ They leave ]

 
Red: [ In car, on phone ] Harold, gather your team.
Cooper: Reddington. Where are you? Tell me you have Agent Keen.
Red: No, but she’s still on the island. Kirk’s preparing her exit plan. I don’t know what the preparations are, but I know who can find out– Manuel Esteban.
Cooper: The Chilean Spymaster?
Samar: Who’s Esteban?
Red: Our next Blacklister.
Aram: Manuel Orentez Esteban. Leader of Pinochet’s Caravan of Death that institutionalized a state-sponsored system of terror through abuse, abduction, and murder.
Ressler: According to our database, he died in 1989.
Red: Except he didn’t. Esteban is alive and well and a legendary enforcer for a series of authoritarian regimes.
Samar: Assuming what you say is true and Esteban is alive, what makes you think he can help locate Keen?
Red: Kirk’s man in Cuba is protected by the military. If the military is involved, Esteban will know about it.
Cooper: We’ll never find Esteban in time. We have no assets in Cuba.
Red: [ Laughs ] Of course you do, Harold. Esteban. He works for your government. Castro took him in, and the CIA immediately put him on the payroll as a double agent. What little you know about the inner workings of the Cuban government is courtesy of Manuel Esteban. The CIA knows where to find him, and he knows where to find Elizabeth.

 
[ A young woman, Ivelisse, crying, is being interrogated by Manuel Esteban. He wears sunglasses. He speaks with an ominous, raspy voice ]
Esteban: [ Spanish subtitles ] Ivelisse, dear, don’t cry, my love. You know who I am.
[ Gasps, nods, continues crying ]
Esteban: [ Spanish ] And you know what it means to see my face.
[ Esteban removes his sunglasses. His eyes are hideous, dull, the skin around them disfigured ]
[ Click ] [ He touches her chin ] [ Continues gasping and crying ]
Esteban: [ Spanish ] Most people fear the dark. I don’t know anything else. I see with my ears.
[ Exhales deeply ] [ Continues crying ]
Esteban: [ Spanish ] Every environment has its own acoustical signature.
[ Esteban slips his fingers under the strap of Ivelisse’s blouse ]
Esteban: [ Spanish ] But your father. And your brother – whether they survive depends on you.
[ Squishing sound as Esteban removes his artificial eyeballs to reveal empty sockets. He places the eyes in her palms ]
[ Whimpering ]
Esteban: [ Spanish ] Tell me what you see.
[ Gasping ] [ Crying ]
Esteban: [ Spanish ] What is the plan for getting off the island?

 
Cynthia Panabaker: What are you talking to Reddington for? I thought your task force was disbanded after Agent Keen’s death.
Cooper: It turns out she’s not dead. She’s been kidnapped. And if we have any hope for finding her, it rests in finding Esteban. I need to know where to find him.
Panabaker: [ Sighs ] I hate getting into bed with Reddington. I… hate needing him and his list. If you find Agent Keen, will he continue to give you names?
Cooper: He just did– Esteban. According to him, Esteban works for the Agency.
Panabaker: [ Sighs ] Good Lord. Is there anything that man doesn’t know?
Cooper: How can we contact him?
Panabaker: The Agency reaches out to him through the State Department’s weekly travel advisory. Set a meeting, a message is encoded in the advisory, detailing where and when.

 
Cooper: [ To Ressler and Samar ] The meeting is set for the National Museum. You’ll be going to Cuba undercover, as tourists.
Samar: He’ll be going. Not me. You may be fine with doing this job, no matter how you feel. I can’t.
Ressler: How you feel? How about how Keen feels? Forget about what she did and try to figure out why she did it.
Samar: I have, and someday, maybe I’ll be okay with it. But right now I’m not.
Ressler: What? [ To Cooper ] You’re okay with this?
Cooper: No. But for now, I accept it. You’ll be going alone. Here’s how it’s gonna work.
⋘⋙
Panabaker: Your agent will be detailed with the Dallas/Fort Worth Arts and Cultural Committee. Esteban will expect to meet at the Cafe Aventura across from the National Museum. Once inside, take a table in the back, order an egg coffee.
Cooper: I appreciate you burning a source for this.
Panabaker: You knowing he exists is the least of Esteban’s problems. Now that we’re all chummy with the Cubanos, his relationship with the Agency is, uh, something of a liability.
Cooper: You’re gonna scrub him?
Panabaker: Let’s just say, if you wanna reach out to Esteban, you should do it quickly.

 
[ Ressler is seated in café. A man is singing in Spanish. A man sits down at Ressler’s table ]
Ressler: Jesus. Hot as balls in here. You guys actually drink this stuff?
♪♪ [ Door bell jingles ] ♪♪ [ Someone puts a black sack over Ressler’s head ]

 
[ Speaks indistinctly in Spanish ] [ Mato and Angel approach car. Mato opens trunk. Tom is startled awake ]
Mato: [ Points at Tom ] Kill him first. Come back for the cop. Meet you at that place.
[ Angel lifts the dead cop out of the trunk ] [ Tom has freed himself and has the cop’s gun ]
[ Tom attacks, shoots. 💥 Angel falls back but the gunshot missed him ] [ Grunting ] [ Whack ] [ Grunting ]
Aah!
Tom: Hey! Get out of the car! Get out of the car!
[ Mato shoots into driver’s side of car 💥 ]
Mato: Romina. Move it.
Tom: Hey. [ Panting ] Hey. Let her go. Look, you can take me, all right? Do whatever you want. Just give me my little girl! Hey! I’m begging you! Give me my little girl! Please!
[ Car door closes, engine starts ] [ Engine revs ] [ Mato and Romina leave with Agnes ]
Angel: You and I are gonna have some fun, man.

 
[ Ressler is in a dark prison cell, a dungeon, really ] [ Door clanks, keys jingle ] [ Indistinct whispering ]
Ressler: Hey.
Ivelisse: Shh. [ Whispers ] Don’t talk. They’ll kill us.
Ressler: Where are we? How many people does he have down there?
Ivelisse: My family. They have a way out. He wants me to tell him how. He’s going to kill me. I’ve seen his face. Anyone who sees–
[ Light clicking ] [ Gasps ]
Ivelisse: It’s him.
[ Clicking continues ] [ Door unlocks and opens ] [ Ressler is escorted from cell ]

 
[ Ressler is sitting at an interrogation table. Esteban sits across from him ]
Esteban: Right. Upright.
[ Cocks gun ]
Esteban: So the rumors are true. They sent you to finish me.
Ressler: Not quite, no.
Esteban: The Americans want me dead, so our relationship dies with me, so I get embarrassed.
Ressler: Look, I’m not here to kill you, pal, I’m here to tell you that Raymond Reddington wants to see you.
Esteban: Oh, so now the US government is Reddington’s messenger.
Ressler: Oh, you know how it works. The American government has deals with all kinds of scumbags. [ Scoffs ]
[ Smack ] [ Grunting ] [ Clicking ]
Ressler: Look, I’ll tell you how it works. You’re gonna give me your phone. [ Click ] I’m gonna dial a number.
Esteban: Okay, cowboy. I like this one.
[ Dials ] [ Line rings ]
Esteban: Reddington? Manuel Esteban.
Red: My heavens, you’re a devil to get ahold of. I’m surprised we’ve never met. I’d like to have a little chitchat. How would you feel about a blind date?

 
[ Later, Red and Esteban are walking along a busy wooded walkway ]
Red: I’m looking for a woman.
Esteban: Aren’t we all?
Red: Her name is Elizabeth Keen, and the man holding her has the protection of the FAR [ Fuerzas Armadas Revolucionarias. Cuban Armed Forces ]. They know where she is, which means you know where she is, or you could certainly find out.
Esteban: Why would I help you? You’re an anarchist.
Red: [ Laughs ] Probably. Maybe more of an opportunist. And I have the opportunity to help you. You spent a lifetime bouncing from one authoritarian regime to the next. But this is the last stop. You’re a relic. The détente between America and Cuba makes you a man without a country. Sooner or later, both sides will want you dead. My money’s on sooner. I can take care of myself. [ Clicking ] Clicking like a hairless fruit bat is impressive, Manuel, but you and I both know avoiding a lamppost is very different from avoiding an assassin’s bullet. Echo location can’t help you with that, but I can.
Esteban: What do you propose?
Red: I know what it’s like to be hunted. I’ve protected myself for 30 years. And I can protect you… after you locate Elizabeth Keen.

 
[ Man whistling ♪♪ ]
Tom: All right, listen to me, please. The baby– I can pay you.
Angel: Quiet.
Tom: Not me. I have a friend. Whatever you want, he’ll help you. We’ll get you off the island, he’ll protect you.
Angel: I said quiet, man.
Tom: Look, just let her go! All right, you can kill me. I don’t care. Just let my baby go.
Angel: [ Laughs ] Let’s go and dig. [ Resumes whistling ♪♪ ]

 
[ Door bell jingles ] [ Kate sits down at small table across from Red ]
Kate: I know you don’t want to talk to me. Fine. Then listen. It was excruciating to watch you mourn Elizabeth’s death, to know that I was making you endure that. Yes, I betrayed you, but only after you had betrayed her. Raymond, you have to change. I took Elizabeth from you, and now I need your help to get her back. But when you do, as I’m sure you will, you have to let her go.
[ Clicking – Esteban approaches ]
Red: [ To Kate ] Why don’t you wait in the car?
[ Esteban’s clicking continues ]
Esteban: I have a location for the girl.
Red: And the child?
Esteban: I asked, but people know nothing about a child.
Red: Tell me about the location.
[ Door bell jingles ]
Esteban: It is heavily protected. 20, maybe more.
[ Door bells jingle, door closes ]
Red: I’ll need more men.
Esteban: That won’t be necessary.
[ Clicking ] [ Engine rumbling ]

 
[ Sniffles ]
Kirk: I have a blood disorder.
Liz: Good.
Kirk: I’m dying.
Liz: Even better.
Kirk: They’re here.
[ Door opens. Mato and Romina, holding Agnes, enter ]
Liz: Oh, baby. Are you okay, sweetheart? [ Exhales sharply ] Let me look at you. [ Cries ] Oh, you’re okay. Oh, my God. [ Sniffles ] It’s okay. You’re a strong girl. Everything’s gonna be okay. You’re with Mommy now. Shh.
Kirk: She’s beautiful.
[ Cellphone rings ] [ Cellphone beeps ]
Balzan: Yes? Yes, it’s good to hear from you.
Esteban: [ On phone ] You disappoint me, Balzan.
Balzan: Yes, yes, of… course. [ To Kirk ] It’s the pilot. Everything is on schedule. I’ll notify the men.
Kirk: [ To Mato ] I assume the husband’s been taken care of.

 
[ Shovel thudding: Tom is being forced to dig a grave for the dead PNR Officer – and himself ] [ Cellphone rings ] [ Ring, beep ]
Angel: [ Spanish ] Hello?
Mato: Is it done?
Angel: [ Spanish ] I told you. Chico ain’t gonna be a problem.
Mato: What’s taking so long?
Angel: [ Spanish ] Nothing is. What’s wrong with you? You want to listen? Hang on.
[ Tom heaves a rock at Angel, causing Angel’s gun to discharge 💥 ] [ Tom and Angel duke it out. Tom beats Angel’s face to a pulp, knocks him out, then shoots 💥 him in the head ]
Mato: Angel. Angel? Angel. [ Pause, then, to Kirk: ] He wants to talk to you.
Kirk: Hello. Who’s this?
Tom: All that matters is that you have a little girl, and you have her mother.
Liz: Tom.
Tom: I’m coming for them, for you. And not just me, an army. You hear me? An army is coming for you.
[ Exhales deeply ]

 
[ Agnes fussing ] [ Door creaks open ]
Liz: You lost Tom.
Kirk: We’ll be going soon.
Liz: Where?
Kirk: Home.
[ Agnes fussing ]
Liz: I’m not going anywhere with you. I faked my death to have a normal life. There’s nothing normal about being held prisoner.
Kirk: A temporary inconvenience. You’ll see in time that the normal life you want, I’m the only one who can give that to you.
[ Agnes crying ] [ Keys jingle ]
Liz: She’s hungry, which means I need to feed her, which means you need to leave.
Kirk: Of course.

 
[ Door creaks ]
Esteban: I’ve done what I can, but you must hurry. Kirk has chartered a float plane. There isn’t much time.
Red: For either of us. A stevedore will meet you on Pier 36. I’ve arranged for a berth on a container ship bound for Caracas. Adios.
Ressler: We have an ETA on that plane?
Red: Your job here is done, Donald.
Ressler: Like hell it is. I came here to get Keen. I’m not leaving without her.
Red: You think I’m gonna let you tag along so you can inform the people who kidnapped Elizabeth they have the right to remain silent? I appreciate your assistance, but I’m not interested in having an ethical debate with you about whether they have the right to consult with an attorney before I put a bullet in their head. Excuse me.
[ Door bell jingles ]
Ressler: What about that dirtball? I suppose you think, uh, I should be okay with letting him walk.
Red: It’s entirely up to you.
Ressler: You made a deal with him.
Red: Yes, in order to save Elizabeth, I made a deal with the devil of the day. I did. You didn’t. If you have a problem with that, you’ve got 12 hours before his ship leaves to do something about it. Otherwise, safe travels home, Donald.

 
[ Door opens, door bell jingles ] [ Knock on door ]
Kirk: Elizabeth? Ready to go? [ Knocks ] [ He enters room and sees that Liz is gone ] Balzan! Balzan!
Mato: He’s gone. Your guards, your security, they’re all gone.
Kirk: The child and the girl– find them.
[ Liz used a bandaid to keep the door from locking ]

 
[ Telephone rings ]
Aram: This is Agent Mojtabai.
Tom: Aram, it’s Tom.
Aram: Tom? Hey. Tell me you’re with Agent Keen.
Tom: The man who took Agnes– he’s driving a blue Dodge sedan, late ’50s. He’s taking her straight to Liz. If we can follow the car–
Aram: We can find them. Okay, let me think. Let me think. Okay, what I’m thinking is, um, did you help Agent Keen fake her death?
Tom: Aram!
Aram: Not helpful, I know. Okay. But did you? At the funeral, when you put a flower on her casket–
Tom: The car– it has an old tube radio. Local oscillator.
Aram: The oscillator. Right. Of course. Okay, if you could rewire it, you might be able to turn the PLL receiver into this–
Tom: …into a low power mono FM transmitter that produces a signal that you can trace. Yeah. I know.
Aram: You do? Then, uh, why are you…
Tom: To get you to trace the signal, Aram.
Aram: Oh. Oh, you already… uh… Wow, that’s, uh, that is impressive. [ Beep, typing on keyboard ] Okay. Hang on. I’m on it.
Tom: Thank you.
Aram: Did you know? At the christening, when you made me a godfather to Agnes–
Tom: Look, man, I know you’re upset, all right? But right now is not the time.
Aram: I’m trying to ping the signal. Waiting for a reply… from both of you.
Tom: Aram… of course I knew.
Aram: I’ll let you know when, uh, I find the signal.
Tom: Thank you.

 
[ Liz is running through a wooded area. Agnes is crying ]
Liz: Shh, shh, shh. Shh. Shh. [ Crying continues ] Please, Agnes, stop crying. Mommy’s here. Shh, shh, shh. [ Agnes continues crying ]
[ Romina appears wielding a knife and swipes at Liz ]
Liz: Think about what you’re doing. What are you gonna do? Hurt me? Hurt my baby? Kirk will kill you if you do. Are you a mother? Do you have children? Look at her…
[ Blade whooshes, Romina goes down ] [ Liz throws the baby blanket aside – she has a piece of firewood and is about to attack Romina with it ]
[ Mato appears and points the gun at Agnes, who is lying on the ground ]
Mato: Hey! [ Gun clicks ]
Liz: No! [ She holds her hands up. Agnes resumes crying ]
Mato: Little mama, you got spirit. Get up. [ To Romina ] Get the baby.
[ The float boat circles in for a water landing ]

 
Kirk: You’ll learn to trust me. Get the baby and the things. We’re leaving.
Liz: Like hell we are. No!
Kirk: I wish there was another way, I do, but Reddington’s on his way.
Liz: Agnes!
Kirk: [ To his men ] Come on. Get her onboard.
[ They muscle Liz into the float plane, leaving Agnes behind with Romina ]

 
[ Cellphone rings ]
Red: Yeah.
Aram: Mr. Reddington. It’s Aram.
Red: It’s not a good time.
Aram: I have information on Agent Keen. A location. She’s being held near this–
Red: A small fishing port in Playa Larga. We’re on our way.
Aram: Oh. Magic. How’d you do that?
Red: We’ll have Elizabeth shortly. And Agnes.
Aram: Agnes? Right. Tom called. Thanks to him, I was able to track the vehicle where he had last seen Agnes, a blue Dodge sedan.
Red: Thank you, Aram. Agnes is here. [ Car doors open ] Luis, you and your men take the perimeters to the north and the west. Dembe, secure the house. Silvio, you’re with me to the south. [ To Kate ] You stay put.

[ ♪ Losers’ “This is a War” playing ]
♪ I think you know ♪
♪ what the game is ♪
♪ I hope you’ve brought ♪
♪ all your players ♪
♪ ’cause this is a war ♪
♪ oh ♪

[ Screaming ]

♪ this is a war ♪

[ Grunting ]

♪ pick up the gun ♪
♪ with his name on ♪
♪ you’ll never know ♪
♪ where it came from ♪
♪ this is a war ♪

[ Grunts ] [ Yells ] [ Grunting ]
[ Kate sees Romina with Agnes, she draws her gun ]
Kate: That’s not your child.

♪ this is a war ♪
♪ ooh ♪

[ Engine droning. Red runs to the beach and sees the float plane rising from its takeoff. He looks up, defeated. He must feel his life’s mission – to protect Elizabeth from this man – has ended in failure. Liz looks down tearfully through the plane’s window. It’s not clear if they see each other ]

♪ ooh ♪

[ Door squeaks ]
Red: They’re gone.
[ Exhales ] [ Red helps Dembe up ] [ Grunts ]
Dembe: I’m sorry, Raymond.
[ Red spins around gun cocked, but it is Kate – with Agnes ]
[ Agnes fusses ] [ Red takes her, smiles, plays with her. She gives him a little high-five! ]
Red: We have her.

 
Panabaker: You told them he worked for us? Do you have any idea what kind of blowback I’m dealing with here? And it doesn’t take long to find out who told the Cubans.
Ressler: I heard it was an anonymous tip.
Cooper: Agent Ressler…
Panabaker: Are you a traitor or– or just a moron?
Ressler: Look, the Agency was gonna assassinate Esteban…
Panabaker: I have no direct knowledge–
Ressler: …so the Cubans wouldn’t find out who was feeding secrets to the CIA.
Cooper: Whoever this anonymous source is, he just saved a lot of lives.
Panabaker: What are you talking about?
Ressler: Now that America knows about Esteban’s little torture chamber, the Cubans are going to want plausible deniability.
[ Flash to two officials at the prison: ]
Junior Official: [ Spanish ] What to you want to do with the prisoners?
Senior Official: [ Spanish ] Let them out. They weren’t here. This never happened.
[ As Panabaker continues talking, prisoners are shown being released from their cells ]
Panabaker: Let’s not mince words. You took it upon yourself to tell the Cubans about our–
Ressler: No, I took it upon myself to stop what Esteban was doing. Do you have any idea what that was? No, because all you care about is what Esteban was doing for you.
Panabaker: There are bigger issues, Agent Ressler.
Ressler: Torture, abuse, murder. I don’t see any bigger issues than that. Excuse me.

 
Samar: Have you heard from Reddington?
Aram: No. Uh, last time I spoke to him, he was on his way to the location where Agent Keen was being held.
Samar: I’m sure he’ll call. I’m sure they’re okay.
Aram: I think you were wrong not going to Cuba. I’m not saying what Agent Keen did was right, but as long as her life is in danger, as long as Agnes’s life is in danger, I think we have to put our feelings aside.
Samar: What’s happening to Liz is her own fault. I know that sounds harsh, but it’s true. She made decisions that have consequences, and now she has to live with them. She’s in trouble. I know, and I’m angry about that. because if she’d behaved differently, she wouldn’t be in this position.
Aram: But she is. And no matter how we feel, I think we have to do something about it.
Samar: I don’t.
Aram: If you don’t help, and something happens to Agent Keen or Agnes, I know you. You won’t be able to live with yourself.

 
[ Red, Kate and Dembe depart. Dembe drives. Red and Kate in the back seat with the baby in a car seat ]
[ Cellphone rings ]
Dembe: Yes? [ To Red ] It’s Tom.
Red: Tell him we were too late. Kirk has Elizabeth.
Tom: What about Agnes?
Dembe: She’s with us. Safe. Your daughter is safe.

 
[ Tom gets into Angel’s red Ford pickup truck. The ignition sputters, then catches and revs and he departs ]

 
[ In the back seat as Dembe drives, Red plays with Agnes who grasps his fingers & coos. Red smiles. So does Kate ]
Kate: Raymond, I’ve been thinking about where we go from here–
[ Sound of engine revving ] [ The blue Dodge sedan accelerates and❗💥 crashes 💥❗into the car with Red, Dembe, Kate and Agnes ]

[ Red’s car is flipped on its side, its wheel spinning ]

 
[ Agnes is crying ]
[ Mato approaches the wrecked car, reaches in through the window and takes Agnes. Mato kisses his finger and touches Kate’s lips as she loses consciousness. Red is crunched over motionless ]
[ Agnes’ crying continues ]

 
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SONGS

♫ Predator
by Gadi Sassoon (feat. Elenna Canlas)

TuneFind: http://bit.ly/2cBUkd2

 

♫ This is a War
by Losers

♪ I think you know what the game is

♪ I hope you’ve brought all your players
‘Cause this is a war
This is a war

♪ Pick up the gun with his name on
You’ll never know where it came from
This is a war
This is a war

♪ You think you’re God in a place where
There is no God to replace us

♪ This is a war
This is a war

♪ Say goodnight to your body
The day has won
The day has won

♪ Wake from the chaos
Open your arms 

♪ I’m your neighbour
This is a war
This is a war

♪ Say goodnight to your body
The day has won
The day has won

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2d80124
YouTube Play: http://youtu.be/8Da14w5FrM4

 
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🔴 Script: 4:2 Mato (№ 66)

 
Program air date: 9/29/2016 in the US
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Last updated: 10/2/2016 at 3:45pm CT [ Central/Chicago time ]
 

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Director: Andrew McCarthy
Written by: JonBokenkamp, Michael Cerone
 

⭕ Script 4:2 Mato (№ 66)

Blurb: Liz has been separated from her infant daughter Agnes, forced by Alexander Kirk (aka Constantin Rostov), a man claiming to be her father, to leave Cuba headed “home.” Red and Mr Kaplan rescue Agnes, only to have her taken again by the mysterious shamanic Mato.

 
[ Kirk, who claims to be Liz’s father Constantin Rostov, has forced Liz to accompany him on a float plane to a place he tells her is “home.” ]
Kirk: He won’t find you– Reddington– if that’s what you’re hoping for or worried about.
Liz: Tom’s alive. You don’t have Agnes. I’m not worried about anything.
Kirk: I won’t apologize for trying to restore my family.
Liz: Even if it means destroying mine.
Kirk: Reddington– He took you from me.
Liz: And you hate him for it, for stealing your child. I know how that feels.
Kirk: You would’ve been with Agnes now if you hadn’t tried to escape.
Liz: Yes. But then again, so would you.
[ Cellphone rings, beeps ]
Kirk: Tell me.
Mato: I got the girl.
Kirk’s Find a way across the Straits, then contact my office in the Keys. Do it quickly. Agnes has been away from her mother too long.

 
[ Suddenly, Liz lunges at the pilot. The plane nosedives ] [ Gunshot 💥 ]
Pilot: She’s gonna kill us! Aah!
[ Wind whistling ] [ Grunts ] [ Gunshot 💥 – The pilot is fatally shot. Liz leans over the pilot to grab the controls of the plane tries to level it. The plane is about to hit the water … ]

 
[ The car with Dembe, Red, Mr Kaplan (“Kate”) and baby Agnes was rammed by Mato, who has taken Agnes. Tom drives up in a red pickup truck ]
Red: The child…
[ Truck stops ]
Red: No.
[ Grunts, groans ] [ Groans ] [ Sighs ]
Tom: Liz and Agnes.
Red: No. Please assist Mr. Kaplan.
Tom: You all right?
[ Red clears throat ] [ Dembe grunts ]
Tom: Where are they?
Red: In danger. How did you find us?
Tom: I had Aram tracking that car. I spent the better part of the day stuck in the trunk.
Red: Who was the driver?
Tom: Had to be one of Kirk’s hired hands. 6-foot, rough trade, dark skin. Likes Western wear.
Kate: Mato. I saw his face.
Tom: Who’s Mato?
Kate: A finder. A tracker. Killer when necessary.
Tom: How do we find him?
Kate: I don’t know.
Red: You don’t know or you won’t say?
Kate: We had a mutual friend. He gave Mato his start as a skip tracer. It was years ago.
Red: Little Nikos.
Kate: I can talk to him. If he knows anything, he’ll tell me.
Red: West Texas’ favorite bail bondsman. An Amarillo institution for 25 years to life. Dembe, call Edward. Tell him to ready the jet. We’re gonna pay a visit to Little Nikos.

 
[ Liz wakes in the crashed plane. Kirk is unconscious ] [ Water lapping ] [ Gasps ] [ Grunts ] [ Metal creaking ] [ Object thuds, water pouring ]

 
[ Aram runs up metal stairs still the Post Office ]
Aram: Excuse me. Sorry. It’s Mr. Reddington.
Red: [ On phone ] We have two targets– Elizabeth Keen and Agnes Keen– traveling separate paths to an unknown location. Constantin Rostov, also know as Alexander Kirk, fled with Elizabeth in a private seaplane that departed from Playa Larga… mm, less than an hour ago, due west.
Aram: What about Agnes?
Red: I have a lead on Agnes. She was abducted by one of Kirk’s private contractors, a high-priced tracker known only as Mato. He missed the flight off the island.
Samar: Then he’s trapped in Cuba. There’s no way he’ll make it past the PNR after the international incident you just caused there.
Red: Ordinarily I would agree with you, Agent Navabi, but Mato isn’t your garden-variety mercenary. From what I’m told, he’s an Indian– part Sioux, part I don’t know what, son of a Shaman. Mato could sneak up on a deer in a glade and smack it on the rump. He’ll find his way off the island.
Cooper: We’ll notify the seaports just in case. Good luck. And let us know what you turn up. [ Receiver beeps ] Contact Customs and Border Patrol. They work with the Coast Guard to monitor the air and waters around Cuba.
Samar: Sir, I don’t understand why we’re going to such extremes–
Cooper: Agent Ressler is on a return flight from Cuba. It’s time to set aside your personal feelings and help out this investigation.

 
Kate: This is my fault. If anything happens to Elizabeth or the baby…
Tom: You have nothing to apologize for. You tried to help us find a normal life. I’d take that risk again. [ To Red ] I don’t regret trying to get away from you.
Red: Of course you don’t. Regret requires age or wisdom.
Tom: We were trying to protect Agnes.
Red: I guess that didn’t work out. When we get to Amarillo, I think it would be best to do as I say, both of you.

 
Liz: Mayday, mayday, mayday. Plane down off the coast of Havana. 23 degrees, 52 minutes north.
[ Water pouring ]
Liz: 82 degrees, 49 minutes south. Mayday, mayday, mayday. Can anyone hear me?
Kirk: My sat phone.
Liz: Gone.
[ Static crackling ]
Kirk: You need to untie me, Masha.
Liz: Mayday, mayday, mayday, is anyone there?
[ Loud clank ]
Kirk: What was that? You need to know that Agnes is safe. She’ll be cared for.
[ Metal creaking ]
Kirk: You see anything?
Liz: One of the pontoons is taking on water. We don’t have long.
Kirk: Untie me! Masha, I’m your father. You can’t let me drown.
Liz: Watch me.
[ Static ]

 
Captain Daly: We’ve got every sonar operator in the Miami district working on this. We launched the search as soon as I received your call.
Samar: Any chance the plane is still in range?
Daly: A light aircraft, flying low and slow? We’ll find it. We monitor 2 million square miles of ocean from Miami.
Samar: Agent Ressler, welcome back. This is Captain Daly. He’s our liaison with the US Coast Guard.
Daly: I’m authorized to give you full access to our radar screens.
Ressler: If that seaplane is flying low, won’t it avoid detection?
Daly: Most radar transmitters are on the ground, aimed at the sky. Ours float in the sky on balloons, looking down. They’re designed to detect small aircraft, like the one you described. If you don’t mind me asking, who’s on the plane?
Ressler: Friend.
Samar: [ At the same time as Ressler ] A fugitive.
Daly: Sounds complicated.

 
[ Red and Kate get out of the car ]
Kate: When we get inside, let me talk to him. He and I have history.
Red: He and I don’t. I’ll be more persuasive.
Kate: Is that what this has come to? The chance for you to punish me by hurting someone I care about?
Red: You are not my concern. Agnes is. If someone you care about is hurt in the process of finding her, so be it.
Kate: Do you remember what I looked like that night? Lying in the street, my head torn open… Annie’s body in front of me.
Red: You know I don’t know what you looked like. I was away.
Kate: Right, but he does. Little Nikos sat by my bed in the hospital. When I healed, he gave me work, a reason to push on. He’s a decent man. I’m only here to serve you today because of his kindness.
Red: You may speak to him first. Briefly.
⋘⋙
[ Door bell jingles ]
Maisie: Afternoon. Can I help you?
[ Door closes ]
Kate: Little Nikos, please.
Maisie: Oh, wish I could oblige, Miss…
Kate: Mr. Kaplan, an old friend.
Maisie: Mr. Kaplan, I wish I could oblige, but Nikos is takin’ a little nap.
Red: Perhaps it’s time for a wake-up call.
Maisie: Uh, I’m afraid that’s not possible. He’s in surgery.
Red: Where?
Maisie: His stomach.
Red: And where might we find his stomach?

 
[ Red and Kate burst into an operating room where a laparoscopic surgery is underway ]
Ellen: I told him he couldn’t come in.
Red: Oh, my. Me and my timing.
Surgeon: What the hell is going on?
Red: Is this a lap band? I knew all those desserts would catch up with Little Nikos one day. I think I see some baklava in there.
Surgeon: Put that down. Helen, get him out of here. Call building security.
Red: I need your capable team here to wake up your patient.
Surgeon: What? Call security right now.
Red: Wake him up.
Surgeon: I can’t. We’re in the middle of a procedure. I’d be putting his life in danger.
Red: His life’s already in danger. [ Draws gun ] How ’bout yours?
[ Monitor beeping steadily ]

 
Kirk: There are no life vests, no inflatable rafts. We’re gonna flip. Our only chance is out there, holding onto the pontoons.
Liz: You mean my only chance. [ Unzips pocket ] You’re not going anywhere. [ Seat belt clicks ] [ Exhales sharply ] [ Gunshot (flare) 💥 ]
Kirk: We’re not gonna survive unless we trust each other.
Liz: I’ll never trust you.
[ Kirk has gotten the gun when Liz was distracted with the flare. He points it at her ]
Kirk: We’re a family. Not Reddington. Us. If you wanna hold your child in your arms again, we need to trust each other.
[ Kirk hands the gun to Liz ]

 
Ressler: The Coast Guard just picked up a brief ELT signal from a light aircraft west of Havana, somewhere in the Gulf of Mexico.
Cooper: An ELT signal? Are you telling me their plane went down?
Samar: It appears that way, sir.
Cooper: But we have a location for them.
Ressler: It’s not that simple. This ELT signal’s an older model. Analog frequency.
Aram: No digital signal to carry GPS coordinates.
Samar: ELTs are notoriously unreliable, especially if they’re… submerged underwater.
Captain Daly: We’ve narrowed the search field to 220 square miles. SAR teams are gearing up now.
Aram: I know this is not about me, it is about Agent Keen, but I don’t know if I have the strength to lose her again.
Samar: None of us do.
Cooper: Stay on it. Say a prayer. And notify me the minute you have an update.

 
Surgeon: He’s awake and in excruciating pain. I gave him a self-administering morphine drip to manage his discomfort. Even that won’t be enough unless you get what you want quickly and leave.
Red: [ To Kate ] Remember… we’re getting what we need, one way or another.
[ Monitor beeping steadily ] [ Nikos groans softly ]
Little Nikos: Kate. What are you… What’s happening?
Kate: We only have a minute. Raymond Reddington is here. [ Nikos grunts ] He wants Mato.
[ Breathing heavily ] [ Groans ] [ Click ] [ Groans ]
Kate: Tell me how to find Mato.
Little Nikos: No.
Kate: He’ll kill you if you don’t.
Little Nikos: He’ll kill Mato if I do.
Red: I’m not gonna hurt you, Nikos. You’re a good man. Loyal. Protective of those who are protective of you. I admire that in a person. Unfortunately for you, I’m surrounded by people who don’t. Tom, I’d like to introduce you to Little Nikos, the man who’s protecting the sociopath who stole your baby. Good luck with that surgery, Nick.

 
[ Kirk and Liz are clinging to the pontoons of the overturned float plane ]
Kirk: Don’t let go. No matter what, don’t let go.
Liz: They’re looking. The FBI, the Coast Guard. They’ll find us.
Kirk: They’ll find you… [ Gasps ] …which is enough.
[ Kirk exhales sharply, then loses his grip and slips under the water ]
Liz: No. No!
[ Liz dives down and saves Kirk ]
[ Grunts ] [ Inhales deeply ] [ Gasps ] [ Grunts ] [ Exhales sharply ]
Kirk: I told you not to let go.
Liz: I can help you.
Kirk: It’s too much.
Liz: You said we have to trust each other. Do you trust me?
Kirk: Yes.
Liz: Then hold on. They will find us. They will find us.

 
[ Tom shows Little Nikos a small photo of baby Agnes ]
Tom: Here’s my little girl. That’s Agnes. I’m gonna put this right… here, because she is the reason I am doing this. Remember that.
[ Tom puts the photo on the adjustable surgical light where Little Nikos can see it ]
[ Little Nikos reathing heavily ]
Tom: I’ll just take this. That’s enough, yeah.
[ Grunts, exhales sharply ]
Tom: Tell me how to find Mato.
Little Nikos: I… I can’t do that.
Tom: Well, you do have guts.
[ Nikos breathing shakily ] [ Instrument whirs ]
Tom: What do you think this does? [ Whirring ]

 
[ Red and Kate are sitting in the waiting room ]
[ In the next room, Nikos screams, cries ]
Red: I’m sorry it had to be Nikos.
Kate: If there’s no sincerity behind your words, don’t waste them.
[ Nikos screaming ]
Red: What would you have me say, Kate?
Kate: Say that you understand. I didn’t just give you my friend as an act of contrition. I’m not sorry for what I did. I betrayed you for the same reason I just betrayed Nikos– to keep Elizabeth safe, just like you asked me to all those years ago, when you first put her in my arms as a baby girl, only now she has a baby girl of her own, and your existence in their lives puts them in constant danger. ⋘⋙ Say that you understand or don’t say anything at all.
[ Nikos screaming ]

 
Liz: Hey, stay awake. Stay with me. Talk to me. Tell me, uh, about your parents. What were their names?
[ Ship horn blows ]
Liz: Help! Over here! Help!
[ Horn blows ] [ Liz waves to get the boat’s attention ]

 
[ Door opens ]
Tom: I got a phone number and a password.
Red: Nakaidoklini?
Tom: It’s a famous medicine man. I don’t know. You text that name to that number using Nikos’ cellphone, and Mato will show up in person at the bail office. It’s how they do it.
[ Kate goes to Nikos’ bedside. Monitor beeping steadily ]
Kate: I’m so sorry, Nikos.
Red: [ Beckoning her: ] Kate.

 
Liz: Oh, thank you. Thank you. Uh, he needs medical attention. First aid? Uh, do you understand? Medicina.
Boat Captain: ¿Medicina? Sí. I have a first aid kid–
Liz: Good, good. Show me. He needs it right now. Right now.
Kirk: Why did you save me? Why?
Liz: Because you know where Agnes is.
Kirk: Is that the only reason?
Liz:You need to keep pressure on that leg. You’ve lost a lot of blood.
[ Groaning ]
Liz: I saved you because of Agnes, but… also maybe because you might be telling the truth.
⋘⋙
[ Liz talks to the boat captain alone ]
Liz: Me llamo Elizabeth Keen. I’m with the FBI. That man was in my custody when our plane crashed.
Captain: ¿Medicina?
Liz: No, no, no, no. Uh… Señor… terrorist. Muy malo. Muy malo.
Captain: ¿Terrorista?
Liz: [ Whispers ] Shh, shh, shh, yes. Uh, necesito un radio.
Captain: ¿Radio? Sí, sí.
[ Switch clicks ]
Liz: [ Speaking Spanish ] Do you have a gun? ¿Pistola?
Captain: ¿Pistola? The gun is in the toolbox. [ Speaks in Spanish ]
Liz: Uh, I don’t– No comprendo.
[ Switch clicks ]
Captain: [ Speaks in Spanish; no subtitles ]
Liz: No, slow down. Please slow down…
[ Gunshot 💥 – the captain is hit ] [ Groans ]
Kirk: I believe he said the pistol is in the toolbox.

 
[ Ressler knocks on door ]
Cooper: Come in.
Ressler: Coast Guard just intercepted a distress call on the Gulf. Some Cuban fishing vessel. Keen was on board.
Aram: So she’s alive?
Cooper: You can come in, Aram.
Aram: Sorry, I just wanted to hear the update, which is… the greatest update ever.
Cooper: Did you talk to her?
Ressler: No, but we heard her voice. The pilot was in the middle of giving the coordinates when the transmission cut out.
Cooper: The signal cut out? Why? Could you get it back?
Ressler: All that matters is that the search teams have a target now. They’re gonna find that boat.
Cooper: Agent Ressler… the signal. What aren’t you telling me?
Ressler: Keen’s voice. The last thing we heard was her asking if there was a gun on board.

 
[ A wooded site. Agnes lies on a blanket on the ground. Mato performs a Native American ritual over her as Romina watches ]
Mato: Honor the sacred, Honor the Earth, and everyone who shares it. Honor the elders… ♪ …the 4-legged, the 2-legged, the winged ones, the plant and animal people. Walk in beauty and balance. Oy, kak krasivo!
[ Two men with Russian accents walk in on the scene ]
Russian: I take photo for Facebook, yeah? [ Chuckles ] You don’t want your money?
[ Russian tosses black leather bag to Mato ]
Mato: I need to know that you’re gonna safely deliver that baby to Kirk.
Russian: His jet is waiting at MIA.
[ Velcro rips: Mato checks contents of satchel ]
Mato: [ To Romina ] Put the girl into Kirk’s hands only.
Romina: I understand.
[ Cellphone chimes. Mato checks the text message. It’s from Nikos ]

 
[ Motor whirring ]
Liz: If this man dies–
Kirk: It’ll be your fault. You got him involved. [ Click: Kirk speaks into phone ] I need an ETA.
Man: Intercept team should reach your position in 20 minutes. They want to know how many passengers, over.
Liz: Three passengers, and make sure there’s a medical team standing by.
Kirk: [ Click ] Two passengers. Over.
[ Static hisses ]
Kirk: I know you were lying about believing in me. But I promise, once we reach our destination, you’ll know that everything I’ve told you is true.
Liz: Of course you believe that. You’re a classic narcissist. You were, what, abused as a child? Abandoned? Made to feel powerless? You must’ve suffered some sick, traumatic, dark event to believe that the sick, traumatic dark things you’ve done to me and everyone I care about could ever result in me loving you.

 
[ In the bail office, Maisy sighs, is sweaty, appears stressed ]
Red: You’re doing fine, Maisy.
Dembe: He should be here any minute.
⋘⋙
[ In the car, waiting outside for Mato ]
Tom: Sorry about Nikos.
Kate: You did your job.
Tom: I know, but… I didn’t mean to… He knew where my baby was, all right? That’s the only reason I pushed so hard.
Kate: Why are you telling me this?
Tom: Because he’s your friend.
Kate: So you want me to make you feel better? Everyone wants me to make things easier for them. Cleaner. That’s what I am, after all, the Cleaner.
Tom: Just forget I brought it up.
Kate: In my desire to make life easier for your baby, I betrayed Raymond, and now he doesn’t know what to do with me. Well, he knows what he has to do, and he wants me to make it easier for him. But I won’t. I’m not here to make him feel better, and I’m not here to make you feel better, Tom.
[ Footsteps approaching. Mato pauses at door of office ]
Kate: I need some air. [ She gets out of the car ]
⋘⋙
[ Maisy humming ]
[ Mato walks up to door of Nikos’ office. Kaplan sees him. He sees Kaplan and takes off running. Tom takes off after him. Dembe soon follows ]
[ Chase scene ]
Man: Watch yourself!
[ Door bangs opens ] [ Tires screech as Kate drives the car into Mato⚡️] [ Grunts ]
Tom: Where’s my daughter?! Where’s my daughter? [ Punches Mato ]
Mato: Uhh!
Tom: Huh? Where is she?! Where– where’s my daughter? Huh? Where is she?
Red: Tom!
[ Mato grunts ]
Red: Let’s get out of the heat. [ To Kaplan: ] Thank you.
Kate: Of course, Raymond.

 
Captain Daly: Found your boat near Madeira Bay, a few miles offshore. It’s being escorted to a nearby marina.
Ressler: Was there anyone on board?
⋘⋙
[ Ressler and Samar are at the marina ] [ Indistinct conversations ]
Samar: Where’s the survivor?
[ The boat captain is receving medical attention on the pier for his gunshot wound ]
Ressler: Excuse me. FBI. We need a minute. [ To the boat captain ] Sir, the woman, the one who was with you, where is she?
Captain: I don’t understand.
Samar: [ In Spanish, no subtitles ] Where is the woman?
Captain: [ In Spanish ” ” ] He took her. On a speedboat. They took her away in a speedboat.
Samar: Who took her away? Quien se la llevo?
Captain: The terrorist.
Ressler: Where the hell are they?

 
Kirk: Put Romina on the phone. I want Agnes to see her mother.
Liz: Where is she?
Kirk: We’ll all be together soon.
[ Kirk gives Liz his cellphone ]
[ Agnes appears on cellphone, coos ]
Liz: Hi, Agnes. Hi.
[ Agnes babbling ]
Liz: Did you hear that? We’re gonna be together soon.
[ Agnes coos ]
Liz: I love you.

 
Red: This’ll be quick, as I have no time and less patience. Tell me where Alexander Kirk took Elizabeth Keen and her daughter. [ Silence ] The strong silent type. You’re not doing much to break down stereotypes here.
Mato: I’m not afraid of pain.
Red: Mm. Or dying, I’m sure. You know, some years back, I was hiking Devils Tower for a bracing dip in the spiritual vortex, when who did I run into but the tribal leader of the Lakota Nation, a man of vast responsibility. He invited me to witness the extreme version of the Sun Dance ritual.
Mato: Not just anyone can attend the Sun Dance.
Red: True, and you can’t get a table at The Fat Duck without a reservation. But I find in either case, a generous donation gets you in the teepee. I watched a tribal member, much like yourself, suspend himself from a cottonwood tree with flesh hooks through his chest. Three hours he dangled, skin stretched like salt water taffy, while he left his body to communicate with the Great Spirit. Like you, the man on that tree didn’t fear death. But you know what terrified him? The thought of eternity on earth, trapped in a dark box, surrounded by rotting flesh, forever. I hear that’s why some Native people leave spirit holes in their caskets, to allow their souls to pass on to the next great hunting ground in the sky.
[ Cuckoo clock chiming ]
Red: After I shoot you, sir, you will be locked in an airtight, concrete crypt, unless you tell me what I need to know before those figures stop dancing.
[ Music playing ]
Mato: Kirk said they’re going to the Summer Palace. That’s all I know.
Red: Yes. I know the Summer Palace.
[ Music continues playing ]
[ Heard from next room where Tom and Kate wait: Gunshot 💥 ] [ Thud ]

 
[ Turns off engine ]
Liz: What is this place?
Kirk: It’s yours. It belongs to you and Agnes, of course. It’s a lovely location to raise a little girl, don’t you think?
Liz: The armed goons don’t do much for the landscape.
Kirk: Well, the coercion was necessary and temporary. All I ever intended to do was show you, prove to you who you are, who I am. And then you can choose for yourself.
Liz: Like a Russian fairy tale.
Kirk: That’s right. Excuse me, Elizabeth. I have much more to show you, but my physician is waiting for me.
Katya: Hello, Elizabeth. My name is Katja. You can think of me as the Palace Keeper.
Liz: Palace? The Summer Palace. It’s what Mr. Kirk calls the cottage. Anything you need during your stay, let me know.

 
[ Telephone rings, beeps ]
Cooper: Director Cooper.
Red: I know where Elizabeth is, Harold, where Kirk is taking Agnes. Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia. Kirk owns a cottage there where he would go to escape the dreary summers in Novosibirsk.
Cooper: Are they hurt? Injured?
Red: I don’t know and I can’t find out. I’m deep in the heart of Amarillo, Texas. How quickly can your people get there?
Cooper: Agents Ressler and Navabi are flying back from Miami. I can redirect their plane.
Red: I’ll send you a location.
Kate: [ Referring to cleaning up the death scene: ] I’ll handle this quickly.
Red: You always do, Kate.

 
[ Door closes ]
Katya: Can I get you something else?
Liz: Yes. My daughter.
Katya: I understand, Elizabeth. I know some of what you’ve been through, but little Agnes will be here soon. And when she’s here, you will need your strength.
Liz: Tell me about Kirk. How long have you known him?
Katya: I have worked here for nine years. I took over from my mother. She worked my entire childhood maintaining the Summer Palace.
Liz: So you know him well?
Katya: No, actually, I don’t. He hasn’t visited here in years. It’s been… too painful for him. Until now.

 
[ Liz investigates the cottage. She finds a Russian children’s book on a table in a library ] [ Floorboards creak ] [ She walks past the room where Kirk is receiving medical care ]
[ Doorknob squeaks ]
[ Liz enters a room for a young girl. On a child-sized table with dolls seated on small chairs, she finds a drawing of a little girl holding hands with her parents. It is the same painting seen in her memories of the fire evoked during the memory recall session and in flashbacks. But it is whole, unscorched, pristine ]
[ Footsteps approach. It is Kirk ]
Liz: This was my bedroom.
Kirk: Welcome home, Masha.
⋘⋙
Kirk: I promised you the truth.
Liz: But… there was a fire. I… I shot my father. I remember.
Kirk: What’s the memory of a small child? You didn’t remember me or your mother or this room. Reddington lied to you, Masha. He told you your father was dead, but thanks to you– what you did on the water– I’m very much alive. All the stories Reddington’s told you about who he is and his connection to you– he knew you were looking for answers and he took advantage of that to re-enter your life. But the answers you’ve been looking for are here.

Reddington, he was in love with your mother and he’s obsessed with you.

Liz: But it can’t be true.
Kirk: [ Whispers ] But you know it is. [ Normal voice ] I’m sorry. I said too much. You must be feeling overwhelmed. I’ll go and check on your daughter’s arrival. Do you know why I call this cottage the Summer Palace? We came here for a vacation one July, and my little princess loved it. It’s been a palace ever since.

[ ♪ Jono McCleery’s “Where Are You” playing ]
♪ can you ♪
♪ or me ♪
♪ save anyone ♪
♪ from disappearing? ♪

♪ the shape ♪
♪ of time ♪
♪ a shade of light ♪
♪ receding ♪

[ Liz finds a copy of the photo of herself as a child on a swing with her mother. She flashes to: A small, dark-haired girl peering out the window to see the very swing in the photo. Liz goes outside and the swing is there. She walks up to it. She recalls her mother telling her (in Russian) that she is burying a “time machine” (in a coffee tin) in the garden near the swing. Young Liz has brought “treasures” including a Russian nesting doll. Her mother adds her own yarn bracelet to the tin, puts the cover on, and buries it. In the present time, Liz digs and finds the tin. She takes our her mother’s yarn bracelet and puts it on. ]

[ Russian dialog with subtitles: ]
Katarina: There you are. Did you bring some treasures? – Oh, these are beautiful! This is a time machine. One day you will come back here, open it, and remember me.
Masha: Yes, Mommy.

♪ where I sleep ♪
♪ in your arms ♪
♪ what I see ♪
♪ shut all paths ♪

♪ where they lead ♪
♪ where you are ♪
♪ all I need ♪
♪ home ♪

[ Suddenly, an FBI helicopter appears overhead ]
[ Shouting ] [ Tires screech, car doors close ]
[ Ressler and other agents run toward the front of the cottage ]
Ressler: Spread out! Come on, let’s go!
[ Man shouts indistinctly ] [ Gunshots 💥💥💥]
Ressler: Return fire!
[ Gunshots 💥💥💥]
Guard: Aah! [ One of Kirk’s guards tumbles off a balcony ]
FBI: [ Shouts indistinctly ] Move in! Move in!
[ An armed agent encounters Liz in the house, points his rifle at her ]
FBI: Hands in the air! In the air!
Ressler: Stand down! Stand down, she’s one of ours. Secure the house. Find Kirk. Find that child.
[ Liz and Ressler stare at each other for an endless second ]
⋘⋙
Man: [ Speaks indistinctly ] I got hot.
[ Birds chirping ] [ Men speak indistinctly ] [ Radio beeps ]
Samar: He’s gone, and if Agnes is with him, she’s gone, too.
[ Radio beeps ] [ Men shouting indistinctly ]
[ Liz is being led toward a police vehicle when she sees Ressler ] [ They hug ] [ Liz sobs ]

 
[ A black SUV pulls up in front of an industrial-looking building. Liz and Ressler get out. Baz is there ]
Baz: He’s waiting for you inside.
Liz: Where are we?
Baz: Home. Your home.
⋘⋙
[ Red has been observing Liz’s arrival from his car. Briefly, Red and Liz make eye contact. He offers a faint hint of a smile. Her look is chilly ]
Red: [ Turns away ] [ To Dembe ] Let’s go.
[ Red rolls up his window ]
⋘⋙
[ Baz escorts Liz through the almost-empty building ]
Liz: What is this place?
[ A warm light appears, an apartment in a remote part of the facility ]
[ Tom is there ] [ They embrace ]
[ Exhales sharply ] [ Crying ] [ Exhales sharply ]
Tom: I’m gonna find her.
[ Sniffles ]

[ Dembe drives Red and Kate through a deeply wooded area ]

[ ♪ Gordon Lightfoot’s “If You Could Read My Mind” playing ]
♪ if you could read my mind, love ♪
♪ what a tale my thoughts could tell ♪
♪ just like an old-time movie ♪
♪ ’bout a ghost from a wishin’ well ♪
♪ in a castle dark ♪
♪ or a fortress strong ♪
♪ with chains upon my feet ♪
♪ you know that ghost is me ♪
♪ and I will never be set free ♪
♪ as long as I’m a ghost that you can’t see ♪

♪ if I could read your mind, love ♪
♪ what a tale your thoughts could tell ♪

Red: [ To Dembe ] Stay with the car.
[ Red and Kate walk into the woods ]

♪ just like a paperback novel ♪
♪ the kind the drugstores sell ♪
♪ when you reach the part where the heartaches come ♪
♪ the hero would… ♪

Red: There are places back here that have never borne a human footprint. 53,000 acres of virgin wilderness, all but one owned by the Bureau of Land Management. One acre, a jewel. A single buildable acre. Like a flawless diamond set in a sea of emeralds. The real estate equivalent of a unicorn. I acquired it some years ago from a family who had held it in trust for over a century and a half.
Kate: Beautiful.
Red: Yes. [ He stops ] You understand, Kate, that I–
Kate: Have no choice? Isn’t that the speech, Raymond? That I know too much? Every single one of your weaknesses, all your faults, all your secrets. I dedicated my life to you. You entrusted me with everything you value– your freedom, your life, a child. I have never failed you. What you see as a betrayal of trust was actually a fulfillment of your wishes, to protect your interests. No more, no less.
Red: You presumed to decide what was best for me. Even if I resolve the anger, the pain you caused… I can’t trust you. Ever. I’m standing before a stranger. And yet, I know you believe what you did was best for Elizabeth, which is why I brought you here. You’ve told me you’ve always wanted a pristine, unspoiled place to live out your days in peace. So the acre is yours. For all eternity.
[ Red cocks gun ] [ Gunshot 💥 ] [ Kate spins and collapses, face first, arm outstretched ] [ Red turns around and walks away ]

♪ if you could read my mind, love ♪
♪ what a tale my thoughts could tell ♪
♪ just like an old-time movie ♪
♪ ’bout a ghost from a wishin’ well ♪
♪ in a castle dark ♪
♪ or a fortress strong ♪
♪ with chains upon my feet ♪
♪ you know that ghost is me ♪
♪ and I will never be set free ♪
♪ as long as I’m a ghost that you can’t see ♪

[ Kate’s right hand moves, grasping a handful of grass ]

 
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Songs
 

♫ Where Are You?
By Jono McCleery

♪ can you?
or me?
save anyone?
from disappearing?

♪ the shape
of time
a shade of light
receding

♪ i… i…see
in your eyes
i… i…see
shine all bright
i… i…see
in your eyes
i… i’ll be
whole

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2cVgwPm
YouTube link: http://youtu.be/LaTlb-bDFOk

 

♫ If You Could Read My Mind
By Gordon Lightfoot

♪ If you could read my mind, love
What a tale my thoughts could tell
Just like an old-time movie
‘Bout a ghost from a wishin’ well
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet
You know that ghost is me
And I will never be set free
As long as I’m a ghost that you can’t see

♪ If I could read your mind, love
What a tale your thoughts could tell
Just like a paperback novel
The kind the drugstores sell
When you reach the part where the heartaches come
The hero would be me
But heroes often fail
And you won’t read that book again
Because the ending’s just too hard to take

♪ I’d walk away like a movie star
Who gets burned in a three-way script
Enter number two
A movie queen to play the scene
Of bringing all the good things out in me
But for now love, let’s be real
I never thought I could act this way
And I’ve got to say that I just don’t get it
I don’t know where we went wrong
But the feeling’s gone and I just can’t get it back

♪ If you could read my mind, love
What a tale my thoughts could tell
Just like an old-time movie
‘Bout a ghost from a wishin’ well
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet
But stories always end
And if you read between the lines
You’ll know that I’m just tryin’ to understand
The feelings that you lack
I never thought I could feel this way
And I’ve got to say that I just don’t get it
I don’t know where we went wrong
But the feeling’s gone and I just can’t get it back

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2dyut48
YouTube link: http://youtu.be/v5tr_L31StI

 
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🔴 Script: 4:3 Miles McGrath (№ 65)

 
Program air date: 10/6/2016 in the US
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Entertainment Weekly Recap: http://bit.ly/2cYrCjo
Last updated: 9/25/2016 at 6:00pm CT [ Central/Chicago time ]
 

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Director: Michael Watkins
Written by: Jon Bokenkamp, John Eisendrath
 

⭕ Script 4:3 Miles McGrath (№ 65)

Blurb: Baby Agnes is missing. Kirk/Rostov escaped the FBI assault on the “Summer Palace.” Was Kirk telling the truth: Is he really Liz’s father? Plus: What was Mr Kaplan’s fate?

 
[ Three or four men emerge from dark water on a sabotage mission ]
[ Gun cocks ]
Team Leader: Cameras online. Requesting permission to proceed.
Miles McGrath: [ Viewing a bank of videos monitors ] Permission granted, Team Leader.

[ ♪ Chk Chk Chk by Yadnus plays ]

♪ ah-ah, ah ♪
♪ ah-ah, ah ♪
♪ ah-ah, ah ♪ etc ♪

Power Utility Security Commander: Unit two, routine northern perimeter check.

♪ New York to London ♪
♪ they say brave men run ♪
♪ to the sound of fun ♪
♪ I’m fixing to hit you ♪

[ Siren chirps ] [ A man gets out of a security vehicle ]
Unit Two: Command, we’ve got movement on the south–
[💥 Gunshots 💥] [ Unit Two Security man is shot, falls ]
Commander: Say again? Unit three? Unit three, come back. Unit two, respond. Unit two. Unit two, respond.
[ The Commander goes to investigate ] [ Knife slices, Commander falls grunts ]
Team Leader: That’s the last one. Set the charges. We’re out in 90.

♪ I’ll take any one ♪
♪ New York to London ♪
♪ they said brave men run ♪
♪ to the sound of fun ♪

Team Leader: 30 seconds.

♪ you’d better make ♪
♪ you’d better make your bed tonight ♪

McGrath: In the beginning, there was light.

♪ you better take ♪

McGrath: Then I said, let there be darkness.

♪ you better take ♪
♪ you better take your breath tonight ♪

[ 💥 Explosions ¸„💥º°¨¨¨* ]
[ Section by section, the lights of a large city go out ]

 
Tom: We have no idea where she is or what he’s doing with her.
Liz: Kirk thinks Agnes is his granddaughter, so he won’t hurt her.
Ressler: You really think that Alexander Kirk is your biological father?
Liz: I don’t know what to believe, but after what happened, it’s possible.
Tom: She had a vision–
Liz: A memory, of being at that house.
Tom: When you were 4. I don’t know how reliable a memory that is.
Ressler: Alexander Kirk shot up a church full of federal agents to get to you. You almost died because of him. Not exactly Father of the Year.
Tom: I agree. He had a reason for going that far, and I don’t think it was a family reunion.
Liz: According to Kirk, he was just doing whatever it took to get his daughter away from Reddington. Look how far we went to do the same thing.
Tom: Where are you on finding him?
Ressler: We’re searching, believe me. But Kirk’s got properties all over the world– private houses, commercial real estate, planes, boats…
Tom: Is this the evidence you seized from his place?
Ressler: Some of it.
Liz: “Some”? This is our case.
Ressler: Not anymore. We’re trying to coordinate a search with over a dozen foreign governments. Main Justice is running point now.
Tom: Well, we need to see everything.
Ressler: Yeah, not gonna happen.
Liz: Ressler, why not?
Ressler: Because you lost your security clearance, Keen. And technically, both of you guys are victims in this case. [ Pause, reconsiders ] If you want, dig in. As it is, I’m violating federal code. I could go to jail for even showing you what I have.
⋘⋙
Aram: You’re back. [ Hugs Liz, dutifully ] I’m so glad you’re okay.
Liz: Look… I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt anybody.
Samar: I think you didn’t care who you hurt.
Aram: Samar.
Liz: No. It’s okay. We knew what pain it would cause, and we did it anyway to protect our daughter. I know you may not accept it, but I hope you can at least understand.
[ Cellphone vibrating ]
Liz: Reddington.
Samar: You should know, I’m requesting a transfer. I won’t be staying.

 
[ Red and Liz meet at the grave of “Elizabeth Keen”
Liz: This is where you wanted to meet?
Red: I wonder what poor soul Mr. Kaplan buried down there.
Liz: Where is Mr. Kaplan?
Red: I understand why you ran. You believe your family’s in danger because of who I am. But what you don’t seem to grasp is you’re also in danger because of who you are.
Liz: Alexander Kirk says he’s my father.
Red: I’m doing everything in my power to find Agnes and bring her home safely to you.
Liz: Do you have any leads?
Red: Yes.
Liz: What? Who?
Red: I’ll be handling it on my own.
Liz: [ Sighs ] I know you feel betrayed. Samar and Aram feel betrayed. Everyone feels betrayed. But… my daughter is missing, and if you have any idea how to find her, you’ve got to tell me. Red: No, I don’t. I expected Kirk to go underground after the FBI’s raid at his estate. He didn’t. I have it on good authority he reached out to a… uniquely inventive young man named Miles McGrath.
Liz: Who is that?
Red: He’s a venture capitalist of sorts, for criminals. What those in the tech industry might call an “incubator.”
Liz: And you really believe that if we find McGrath, he’ll lead us to Kirk?
Liz: Not us. Me.

 
[ Liz briefs the Task Force ]
Liz: Miles McGrath was a child prodigy. He wrote the code for OnScreen when he was at Princeton.
Ressler: OnScreen? That’s a multi-billion-dollar social-media platform.
Liz: He founded it. Within a couple of years, the board of directors concluded he was a high-functioning sociopath and pushed him out. He sued them, won the suit for over $100 million. He turned his back on legitimate business. He invested his money in a new business– incubating crimes.
Aram: What, you mean, like… an Angel Investor?
Liz: Criminals come to him, pitch their business plan. If he likes it, he invests his money in exchange for a cut of the profits.
Aram: That’s an amazing idea. I mean, um, it’s horrible, but, uh, it’s amazing.
Samar: Okay. So what’s McGrath’s connection to Alexander Kirk?
Liz: I don’t know. All Reddington told me was that he was staying at the Sovereign Royale tonight on business in London. Reddington is currently flying over, hopes to drop in on him in the morning.
Ressler: So that’s it? We just… wait? I mean, what if the guy checks out of the hotel before Reddington gets there?
Cooper: Get me the Bureau’s attache in London. I want eyes on McGrath– now.

 
[ Dance music playing, colored lights, people dancing. In a lounge nearby ]
Saboteur: We destroyed the place. The city won’t have full power restored for at least five days. All we needed was three.
McGrath: Construction?
Sabateur: Completed. Halbeck thinks we can keep casualties under a dozen.
McGrath: Sweet! Think we’re ready to roll into Phase Two.

 
[ Two men exit hotel into parking rank, talking. Two Scotland Yard agents observe them from a parked car ]
Scotland Yard agent: Rear entrance.
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
Scotland Yard agent: He’s not our target.
[ Engine starts ]
Scotland Yard agent: I’ll have these sent to the FBI. Maybe there’s a connection. [ Beeps, begins download ]
[ Knock on car window ] [ Silenced gunshots. Both agents are shot ]

♪ you always give me ♪

[ A Security Guard shows up ]
Guard: Hey!

♪ such tenderness ♪

[ Silenced gunshot. Guard is shot ]

 
[ Groaning ] [ Grunts ]
[ Kate (“Mr Kaplan”) wakes face down where she fell after Red shot her. She lifts her head and sees a lake 100 meters or so away. She sees her glasses in the dirt and manages to retrieve them ]

 
Red: What did you do, Harold?
Cooper: I asked New Scotland Yard to keep eyes on McGrath. Nothing more.
Red: And now three families will have to bury their loved ones.
Cooper: Hey, I’m aware of what happened. I feel bad enough without you making it worse. Maybe if you were more communicative, we could’ve avoided this whole thing.
Red: I was very clear with Elizabeth you were not to get involved.
Cooper: Where’s McGrath?
Red: Who knows? He checked out of the Sovereign Grand after those detectives were killed. Thanks to you, Harold, he’s on high alert, and we just lost my best lead on Kirk and Agnes.
Cooper: Maybe not. When he was killed, one of the detectives was in the process of uploading a photo to NSY London.
Red: Who’s the photo of?
Cooper: We don’t know yet. The upload was interrupted mid-stream by the killer. Data was incomplete. Aram’s looking at it now. Looks like we’re involved, whether you like it or not.

 
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Samar: How’s it going with the photo?
Aram: Uh, it’s, uh– it’s not. I tried to re-create it using a hex editor and a customized bit of forensic software to carve it off the drive…
Samar: Of course you did.
Aram: But, uh, there wasn’t enough data to run, so I tried a new LSM algorithm. This is all I got. Oh, my God. That’s it.
Samar: What’s it?
Aram: Symmetry. Some people’s faces are symmetrical. Yours isn’t, but…
Samar: Thank you.
Aram: No. Uh, no. No, no. I just mean your right eye is a twinch larger than your left, which is… it’s adorable. Plus, your chin kind of does this thing–
Samar: Your idea?
Aram: Right. Uh, symmetry. Just– here. Watch this.

 
[ Liz and Tom are in the FBI Director’s office ]
Tom: Look, all we’re asking for is an update here, okay? We’re in the dark. Surely there is something that you can tell us.
Director: I know it’s hard to hear, but the Bureau doesn’t have any actionable intel on the whereabouts of Kirk or your daughter.
Tom: Then why don’t you get some?
Liz: Tom, please.
Tom: No, she works for the Bureau.
Director: And the Bureau is doing everything we can. Agent Savino is leading a team of agents and combing through every piece of evidence we confiscated from Kirk’s residence.
Tom: Would that be the residence in Cape Breton where you lost him?
Director: I’m not sure that’s fair. The FBI failed to locate Mr. Kirk, as did the regional police–
Tom: Do you have any idea what this is like for us?
Liz: Tom!
Tom: No. She was targeted, accused of being a Russian sleeper agent, forced to go on the run, only to be victimized– again!
Liz: [ Voice breaking ] I’m sorry. I just need a minute.
Tom: Liz. Liz…
Liz: It’s okay.
[ Liz leaves the office without Tom ]
[ Liz makes a phone call. She changes her voice, pretending to be a secretary ]
Liz: Mark Savino’s office, please.
[ Telephone rings ]
Savino: Savino.
Liz: Mark, hi. This is Diane up in Gerald Walker’s office. Listen, Gerry just got a surprise visit from Tom and Elizabeth Keen, and, well, they’re very interested to know where we are with the whole case.
Savino: I’m kind of in the weeds here.
Liz: Look, it can’t wait. They’re very upset, and she asked to speak with you directly. I told them to wait in Conference Room 9.
Savino: Fine. Tell Gerry I’m on my way.
[ After she sees Savino leaves his office, Liz enters with a key card she got from Tom ] [ Beeps ] [ Liz uses her phone to photograph the Rostov/Rostova papers on Savino’s desk ] [ Camera shutter clicking ] [ Liz finds a packet labeled “Journal” and sees that it is embossed with “KR.” She slips the journal into her purse and leaves ]
⋘⋙
[ Savino found no one in the conference room ] [ He returns to his office and enters ] [ Beeps ] [ He notices nothing amiss ]
⋘⋙
[ Liz returns to the Director’s office ]
Liz: [ Whispers to Tom ] Let’s just go.
Tom: Liz, we came here for answers.
Liz: I know, and I’m sure he’s given us all he can. Thank you so much for your time. I’m sorry.
Tom: [ To the Director, as he leaves ] You and I aren’t done here.
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Tom: Find anything?
Liz: About Agnes? Maybe. About my mother? Definitely.

 
Ressler: Got your message. You cracked it?
Aram: Uh, we cracked it. Symmetry. That was the key here. Look. Okay, this is everything I could recover from the original data– about half a face and with lousy resolution. But if we mirror the image, then make a few tweaks to connect the halves…
Ressler: You get one complete face.
Aram: A completely symmetrical face, which nobody actually has, but it gave us enough points of comparison to run a search.
Samar: Now we just have to hope that one of the hits that came back is actually our suspect.
Ressler: How many?
Samar: Uh, 14. Three are dead, five are in prison so…
Ressler: Our guy’s one of the remaining six.

 
McGrath: You ever play Call Of Duty? You should. It’s cool.
Halbeck: I assume you didn’t come all the way here with good news.
McGrath: Well, it depends. Would you consider two Scotland Yard detectives watching my hotel in London to be good news? Well, two dead detectives now.
Halbeck: They were watching you?
McGrath: Don’t know. But I can tell you that one of them snapped a few photos of your man Bradley outside.
Halbeck: You think they got enough to make an ID? Let them. I did two tours in Fallujah with Bradley. He’s as loyal as they come. Even if they find him, he won’t talk.
McGrath: You understand why I can’t take that chance.
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[ Bradley jogging in a park. Another runner comes up behind him] [ Silenced gunshot 💥 ]
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Halbeck: Now, hang on here. Dean Bradley’s like a brother to me, and we need him for this job.
[ McGrath tosses a canister to him ]
McGrath: Nice catch. Those are quick reflexes. I was never very athletic.
Halbeck: I don’t want him hurt.
McGrath: My point is that there’s a reason why your reflexes are so good. See, you’re a technician. You’re an operative. An instrument of a larger plan. I, on the other hand, I’m a strategist. You whip that can at me, and I’ll catch it but only because I calculated the risk that someone might throw it in advance. So why don’t you leave the risk assessment to me?
Halbeck: And where am I supposed to find a replacement so late in the game?
McGrath: Not my problem. But you’d better think of something. I don’t intend to lose my investment.

 
[ Groaning ] [ Kate has dragged herself to the side of the lake. She tries to drink but the rock shelf she is on is too high ] [ Gasps ]

 
[ Police radio chatter ] [ Ressler and Samar are on speaker as they walk from the scene of Bradley’s murder ]
Ressler: Reddington, we hit a dead end.
Red: I gather Aram couldn’t identify the person in the photo.
Ressler: Actually, he did.
Samar: Someone got to him before we could interview him. His name is Dean Bradley.
Ressler: He’s an ex-SEAL, two tours in Iraq, highly decorated. He was shot while jogging.
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[ Red turns his head as Brimley raises his voice. Brimley is interrogating a man who is hanging upside down, his mouth taped shut, twisting and turning ]
Brimley: I told you, I need long-reach matches.
[ Muffled shouting ]
Brimley: The black guy, where is he?
Red: Dembe.
Brimley: Yeah, “Denbee.” Where is he?
[ Red motions for Dembe to come over and help ]
⋘⋙
Ressler: Get this– we searched his car. Found a helmet camera and dive gear.
Red: Not entirely unusual. He was a SEAL.
Ressler: Yeah, well, maybe he wasn’t as retired as he let on. Few nights ago, near Savannah, a power station was hit by a four-man attack team wearing the same kind of equipment.
Red: Were there any witnesses left alive?
Ressler: None. The guards never saw it coming. My guess is, they came out of the water.
Red: Four frog men.
Ressler: Yeah.
Red: Interesting.
Ressler: How so?
Red: I know an ex-SEAL commander, recruited some former colleagues, formed an elite heist crew. I hired them once to get back a shamefully expensive Patek Philippe [ $$$ watch ] I foolishly left on the nightstand in Ras Al Khaimah [ in the UAE ] after a dalliance with a lovely but very… Oh, never mind.
[ Ends call ]
Red: [ To Brimley ] Where are we at?

 
[ Red stops by to visit Johan Halbeck, who leads McGrath’s hired ex-SEAL team ]
Halbeck: Don’t tell me you lost that damn watch again.
[ Laughing. Man-Hug ]
Red: Johan. Truth be told, I traded it for a bowl of pongal and a slightly used Ruger [ pistol ] after a particularly rough night in Bengaluru [ in India, aka Bangalore ]. But I will forever be grateful to you for retrieving it. Listen, pal, I have a job.
Halbeck: Can it wait a day? I got a deal going down tomorrow.
Red: No, it can’t. I’ll double whatever you’re being paid. Come on, Johan. Burn the deal, help out an old friend.
Halbeck: Would if I could, Red. But I got a partner in this one. Biggest mistake I ever made.
Red: Sounds like Martin and Lewis.
Halbeck: Who?
Red: “3 Ring Circus,” “The Stooge,” “Sailor Beware”? Martin and Lewis.
Halbeck: The hell are you talking about?
[ They sit down. Halbeck pours Red a shot ]
Red: Partnerships. They can be very rough. Mmm. Ah! [ Swallows the spirits ] [ Chuckles ] You know, BJ Simpson and I started a lawn-mowing business in the summer of ’72– bagging, hedging, the whole ball of wax. One day, I’m out rototilling Pat Hunt’s garden. I go in for a bottle of pop– must have been 110– and there’s BJ in the sunken living room, shoes off, feet up on the couch, eating a fried-bologna sandwich, watching Mike Douglas. Mike Douglas! Can you imagine? I quit that day.
Halbeck: Who are Martin and Lewis?
Red: [ Coughs ] Point is, I haven’t had a partner since.
Halbeck: Lucky man. Guy I’m in bed with is nuts. Killed one of my best men.
Red: [ Seriously ] Oh. Johan, you should walk away. I’d help you out if I could, offer a man, but… this sounds like a mess, a real mess. I am so sorry. Anyway, I’ve taken too much of your time already. Call me when you get things sorted out.
[ Back-slap hug ]
Halbeck: Hey, uh… you seriously think you can get a man on such short notice?
Red: Depends on my cut.

 
[ Knock. Door opens. Red enters, guard behind him ]
Tom: Time for our feeding?
Red: Don’t bite the hand that feeds you. He’s here for your protection.
Liz: Agnes…
Red: We’re making progress. I told you Miles McGrath is an incubator, that he’s our link to Alexander Kirk. Turns out, he’s been incubating a crime with a man named Johan Halbeck.
[ Red slaps a stuffed Manila envelope on the table in front of Tom ]
Tom: What’s that?
Red: That’s you. Halbeck’s running a mission tomorrow. He needs a man with your… expertise.
Tom: And you volunteered me?
Red: Desperate times. Staying close to Halbeck will lead to McGrath, and as a bonus, the FBI can stop whatever crime they’re planning.
[ Red sees Liz is reading something ]
Red: Study date?
Tom: This is what the FBI confiscated from Kirk’s estate.
Red: Mm. Anything interesting?
Liz: Yeah. My mother’s journal. She talks about you. About the affair. I’m up to the part where she writes about you pressuring her to leave her husband.
Red: [ To Tom ] Halbeck will have questions. If he senses you’re not who you say you are, he’ll dispose of you.
Tom: Yeah, I know the drill.

 
[ Tom shows up at Halbeck’s place ] [ He is wired, with Ressler and Liz listening in on site. Aram is listening from the Post Office ]
[ Tom bangs on the garage door ]
Tom: [ Low voice ] Check, check. Can you hear me?
Aram: Okay, here we go.
⋘⋙
Halbeck: Willem Eckervelt. Reddington says you were MARSOF. [ Marine Corps Forces Special Operations Force ]
Tom: Six years. Started off in Mazar-e Sharif as part of the ’05 ISAF, sent to provide security during the Afghan elections. Went to Pol-e Khumri–
Halbeck: With the, uh, Reconstruction Team?
Tom: Yeah. Four months. Then a few of us were shipped off to Deh Rashan.
Halbeck: Mm-hmm. What province is that?
Tom: Uruzgan.
Ressler: [ To Liz ] He’s good. [ Liz smiles ]
Tom: Turn-ons include redheads and long walks on the beach. Are you guys looking for a soldier or a date?
[ Halbeck laughs ]
Halbeck: Fair enough. What are you, 180 soaking wet? Hmm? How do I know you can handle yourself?
Tom: Because Reddington says so.
Aram: Uh-oh.
Halbeck: Maybe. But Reddington wouldn’t mind if Janowski here kicks the tires.
[ Janowski punches Tom. ⚡️Fight ⚡️] [ Static ]
⋘⋙
[ Task force talk: ]
Aram: Okay. I got nothing. Signal is down. Signal is down.
Ressler: What do you want to do?
Liz: I promised to trust him. He made me swear not to interfere.
Ressler: Right. Aram, roll backup. We can’t sit here and let him get beat to death.
⋘⋙
[⚡️Fight ⚡️continues] [ Grunting ] [ Tom turns tables on the larger Janowki ]
[ Gasps, chokes ] [ Coughing ]
Halbeck: [ Chuckles ] Clever boy.
[ Coughing continues ]
⋘⋙
[ Audio comes back ]
Liz: Oh, thank God. Aram, hold backup.
⋘⋙
Halbeck: Well, Mr. Eckervelt, you got yourself a job. Tomorrow, 7:00 AM.

 
[ Kate lies exhausted near the lake ] [ A large dog comes through the brush, detects her ] [ Dog barks ]
Man: [ Whistles ] Heel!
[ The man sees Kate. With great effort, she lifts her head to acknowledge him ]
[ Dog whimpers ]

 
[ Liz reads. A phantasm of Katarina Rostova – Liz’s mother – speaks ]

Katarina: Seeing Masha with Constantin makes me think of my own father. I wonder what he would say now about the choices I’ve made.

“Look at me– in love with the man I was sent to seduce and betray. An American.”

– Katarina’s journal

Raymond wants me to run, take Masha and disappear with him, but how could I do that to her? She’s my entire life. She’s everything.

[ Liz rises and approaches Katarina ]
[ Tom has been sleeping. He wakes and interrupts Liz’s reverie ]
Tom: Was I asleep? Liz, you okay?
[ Liz joins Tom on the bed ]
Liz: Reddington didn’t just have an affair with my mother. She was assigned to him, to be in his life… the way you were assigned to be in mine.
Tom: For which I am forever grateful.
Liz: Be careful, okay? I lost Agnes. I can’t lose you, too.
Tom: You haven’t lost her. When this is over, you’re gonna have both of us back.

 
Cooper: Heads up, people. 7:00 AM. Our asset’s in play.
Aram: Sir, we have six vehicles in floating-box formation. Agents Ressler and Navabi are to the southeast.
Cooper: Any visual? Still no movement. Standing by.

 
Liz: Thank you for doing this, Samar. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.
Samar: Come on, Liz. We’re not gonna do this now.
⋘⋙
Liz: She hates me.
Aram: Uh, yes. For now. She needs time. We all do.
Liz: We all do? You hate me, too?
Aram: I don’t hate you, Liz. But I do hate what you did.

 
Ressler: Target on the move.
Cooper: Charlie Team is the trigger. They have command.
Samar: They’re making a left towards Mason.

 
[ Halbeck, Janowski and Tom are headed to the operation site ]
[ Tires screech ]
Tom: And what are we walking into?
Halbeck: When I point at something, destroy it. That’s all you need to know. [ Guns cock ] There’s your target. Four armed guards– two in the back, two in the front. You and Janowski take the ones in the back.

 
Samar: What are they doing?
Cooper: Anybody see anything?
Ressler: No, no vehicles approaching.
[ Train horn blares ]
Samar: They’re getting out.
[ Four men throw ropes over the bridge and land on the train ]
Ressler: Train! They’re on the train!
[ Train horn blares ]

 
Cooper: Aram, we need to know what’s on that train.
Aram: I am way ahead of you, sir. Except there is no train. I mean, there’s no train officially scheduled on the track at this time.
Cooper: Well, it’s there. Keen, get on the damn phone and figure out why. Agent Ressler, you and the other surveillance units get there now. Call HRT, let them know they might be boarding a hijacked train.

 
[ Tom and Janowski are attacked by guards.⚡️Fight.⚡️ Tom wins ] [ Groaning ]
I wouldn’t.
[ Tom looks through a grill and sees cases marked CDC ]
Tom: CDC? Are you guys crazy?

 
Liz: [ On phone ] Well, then who does have the authority?
Aram: Agent Keen. [ Trying to get her attention ]
Liz: [ On phone ] Then get him on the phone.
Aram: Liz. Uh, it’s a CDC shipment. They must be transporting some kind of biohazardous materials.

 
Tom: What are we coming for?
[ Tom watches as Halbeck and one of his team remove containers from the CDC cabinet ]

 
Liz: [ Hangs up ] That was CDC’s Washington Director.
Cooper: What are they moving?
Liz: Six containers holding samples of every Class A infectious substance– Ebola, dengue, polio, HIV, and maybe 50 others.
Aram: [ Reading ] “Class A– substances capable of causing permanent disability, life-threatening or fatal disease in humans or animals.”
Cooper: My God.
Liz: That’s why McGrath had Halbeck shut down the substations near Savannah.
They triggered the CDC’s transfer protocol. They won’t keep Class A substances in a facility using only backup generators for more than 72 hours. They’re moving the samples to a secure satellite lab outside Philadelphia.

 
[ Keys clacking ] [ Beeping ] [ Beeping ]
Liz: What’s wrong?
Aram: Uh… I was tracking the train using Central Traffic Control’s rail monitoring system, but the signal just went dark.
Cooper: How’s that possible?
Aram: I… do not know. Let me see if I can access the CTC’s video grid.
Liz: [ Phone ]Tom, if can you hear us, say something.
Aram: I’m sorry, but the train should be visible on this camera by now. It should be right there.
Cooper: That train– you’re telling me it just disappeared?
Liz: Tom, Tom! If you can hear us, say something. Tom?

 
Ressler: Singleton Freight Station, mile marker 272. That’s where you said and we’re here, but, look, nothing’s come through.
Aram: That’s not possible. There’s only one rail line in the area. The train was going at least 40. It should’ve passed you two minutes ago.
Samar: No, it didn’t.
Liz: That was HRT on the line. They’re sending a Blackhawk with HRT operatives out of Quantico. They can jump down onto the roof of the train.
Cooper: That won’t do us much good if we don’t know where it is. Aram, I want the exact coordinates of its last known location.
Aram: Right here, Sir.
Cooper: Send it to Agents Ressler and Navabi. That train didn’t just vanish into thin air. Get out there and figure out what’s going on. [ Brakes squealing ]
Tom: [ Over wire ] Aram, if you can you hear me, the train’s coming to a stop. I’ll try to get you new coordinates if I can.
⋘⋙
 
Halbeck: Eckervelt, it’s time to go.
Tom: Where are we?
Halbeck: Clear the area. 10 minutes, then we roll.

 
Halbeck: Mr. McGrath, this concludes our broadcast day.
McGrath: What’d I tell you, Halbeck? Leave the strategy to the scrawny kids. Tell Vincent I’ll meet him at the Lodge in 20.
Halbeck: Nice working with you, sir. [ Hangs up ] Patronizing son of a bitch.

 
Samar: Aram, are you sure about those coordinates?
Aram: I think so. Why?
Samar: Because I’m standing at the point where the train went missing, and… you said there was only one track in this area.
Aram: Yeah, that’s true.
Ressler: Then why am I looking at another one? Some kind of a split-off line going west.
Aram: West? No.
Ressler: By the looks of this material, it’s been put in recently.
Liz: Wait. Halbeck and McGrath built a second rail line?
Cooper: Going where?
Samar: We’re about to find out.

 
[ Inside the building, forklift beeping ] [ Tom is inside the building watching men in orange biohazard suits move cases of material ]
[ Outside ]
Ressler: I think we found our train.
Liz: Where?
Ressler: About 200 yards from the split-off. The second set of tracks leads to some kind of hangar.
Aram: Okay, satellite mapping in the area done three weeks ago doesn’t show a hangar or a split-off.
Ressler: Maybe not, but we’re looking at both of them.
Samar: They must be unloading the CDC containers. We’ll take a look.
Cooper: Negative. You two aren’t going anywhere. Sit tight.

 
Halbeck: That’s it. We’re clear. Let’s roll.
[ One of the orange-suited men hands him a case. He, in turn, hands it to a tall, thin man, Vincent ]
Vincent: You sure you got the right one?
Halbeck: Sample number 17. That was our deal. The rest is mine.
[ Red’s car pulls up. Tires screech as Vincent’s car leaves in a hurry ]
[ Ressler and Samar see Red enter the hangar ]
Ressler: Got to be kidding me.

 
Red: Johan, where the hell was that guy going? The guy with the case. Please do not tell me that you parted with the best samples.
Halbeck: Just one. Take it easy. I told you I had a partner.
Red: I’m your partner now, Johan, and I’ve been out promising prospective buyers the full complement of Class A weaponry. Do you have any idea what was in that sample?
Halbeck: Sorry, Raymond. I don’t know what to tell you.
Red: Well, I insist on speaking with this so-called partner. At least let me try to buy it back. Halbeck: [ Chuckles ] Be my guest. Miles McGrath. His man went to meet him at the Lodge. It’s a bar. Find him, talk to him. Hell, I hope you shoot the bastard. [ Laughs ]

 
Aram: [ To Cooper ] Sir, HRT is on site. They’re moving in now.
HRT/SWAT: Drop your weapons!
[ Machine-gun fire 💥💥💥💥💥 ] [ Indistinct shouting ] [ Tom surrenders; the others are shot or arrested ]
Man in background: Drop it!
[ Ressler arrests Halbeck ]
Ressler: [ To Samar ] Reddington?
Samar: He’s gone.

 
[ At the bar named The Lodge ] [ McGrath is there with Vincent ]
McGrath: The Feds are Halbeck’s problem. All that matters to me is that we are right on schedule.
[ Red appears, sits next to Vincent ]
Red: Gentlemen, mind if I join you?
McGrath: Yeah. We do.
Red: Raymond Reddington.
McGrath: The Raymond Reddington? Concierge of Crime? Man In The Hat? The Spy Who Stayed Out in the Cold?
Red: Haven’t heard that last one. Never read the Le Carré novel. Dembe, we should see if we can get the audiobook on cassette for the car. Now, about that sample…
McGrath: Screw you. I’ll– [ Gunshot 💥 Red shoots Vincent. Vincent slumps over ]
Red: You were saying?

 
[ Tom is cuffed like Halbeck’s other men. Ressler escorts him outside the facility ]
Ressler: Tell me what the hell’s going on.
Tom: Take it easy.
Ressler: So your comms just conveniently go dark the moment that train goes off our radar?
Tom: It’s this place, man. Look around. They got to be running some kind of broad-spectrum signal jamming.
Ressler: Where’s Reddington?
Tom: I had no idea he’d be here. Listen to me– they opened one of the containers.
Ressler: What are you talking about?
Tom: They took out one of the samples, and they gave it to one of McGrath’s men. You don’t have everything.
Ressler: What sample?
Tom: I don’t know. But right now, it’s on its way to McGrath at some place called the Lodge. Reddington and Dembe went after it.
Ressler: Get in.

 
McGrath: I don’t know where he is. I’m supposed to call to arrange delivery. [ Dialing ] Mr. Kirk. I have it. Yeah. Fine. I’ll have it sent right away. [ Cellphone beeps ] Bench outside Dan’s Tavern. Bar on Sedgwick. Half-hour.
Red: Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. McGrath.
McGrath: Just calculating my odds. I’d say my only chance of leaving this room is by giving you exactly what you want.
Red: You’re a good strategist, Miles. But your odds are longer than you think. The FBI found that missing train, along with Halbeck and his team and the CDC samples. In fact, I’d imagine they’d be on their way here by now.
[ Red deftly handcuffs McGrath to the dead man Vincent ]
McGrath: Wait. Don’t. Reddington! Look, Reddington, we can make a deal! Look, I know people! What do you want?! Look, don’t walk away from me! Reddington!
[ Red and Dembe leave the bar ]

 
[ Cellphone rings ] [ Cellphone beeps ]
Red: Not an ideal time, Harold.
Cooper: You knew about that train hangar and you didn’t tell us.
Red: Yes. As I said, I’m working on my own for the moment.
Cooper: Ressler and Samar just called. They found McGrath handcuffed to a corpse.
Red: Wonderful. I have to go.
Cooper: Wait. McGrath– Did he tell you how to find Kirk?
⋘⋙
Aram: We just heard from the CDC. The missing sample, number 17? It’s cultures taken from the Ribowski virus.
Liz: I know that name. One of the most deadly viral pathogens we know of– killed tens of thousands in Europe and Asia in the early 1900s.
[ Red hangs up. Click ]
Cooper: Reddington? Reddington?

 
[ They arrive at the meetup point ]
Dembe: Raymond, there’s no one.
[ Pay phone ringing. Red answers it ]
Red: Well done, Constantin.
Kirk: I was about to say the same to you, Raymond. So close and yet so far. Still as tenacious as ever.
Red: How’d you know I’d be here? Even I didn’t know a half-hour ago.
Kirk: Well, I knew because I’m the better man. Always have been.
Red: I have what you want. And I know why you want it. So it’s true, then. After all these years, everything you feared has happened.
Kirk: It isn’t over yet.
Red: It doesn’t have to be. You can have your virus. All I want is Agnes in return.
Kirk: I don’t think so, old boy. I’ll die before you ever hold my granddaughter again.

 
[ Samar is working late ]
[ Keys clacking ] [ Cellphone beeps ]
[ Aram’s cellphone ring ]
Samar: Hey.
Aram: Hey.
Samar: What’s going on?
Aram: Nothing much. Just hanging out, making a little dinner.
Samar: Oh, yeah? What are you making?
Aram: Just some pasta. Nothing big.
Samar: Impressive. I never cook. Plus, cooking for one is so hard. You always have leftovers, and then you get tired of eating the same thing.
Aram: Right. So I’ll just bring you some tomorrow.
Samar: Uh, look. I was going to ask you for coffee, but since you’re deep in marinara sauce… I need your help. About the transfer. I don’t know what to do.
Elise: So, should I, uh, shower, or what time’s dinner gonna be ready? [ She undresses ]
Samar: Oh, is someone there?
Aram: Uh, yes, but, uh, it– it’s fine. We were, uh–
Samar: Oh, I didn’t mean to interrupt.
Aram: Uh, you’re– you’re not interrupting.
Samar: No, it’s fine. I-I have to go. I-I’ll see you tomorrow. [ Cellphone beeps ]

[ Vision of Katarina writing in her journal ]
Today, the doctor confirmed our worst fears. Constantin is going to need blood transfusions to raise his blood count. He’s known his whole life this day might come, but still it’s– it’s terrifying. The only blessing is that this accursed disease that has afflicted his family for generations is passed from father to son and that Masha is safe.

[ Katarina gazes across space and time. Liz reaches for her hand. Tearfully, Katarina says: ] Masha.

[ Knock on door ]
Tom: I got it.
Liz: You lost him.
Red: Yeah.
Tom: And our best shot at finding Agnes.
Liz: I think I know why Kirk wanted that virus. I saw him getting a blood transfusion at Cape Breton. My mother wrote about his family’s history. Generations of Rostovs had the same disease– a rare blood disorder that’s been killing them for centuries.
Red: Kirk is dying. And the Ribowski virus is a temporary antidote to what afflicts him.
Tom: Ribowski virus? That’s what– Sample 17? Isn’t that a Class A toxin? How’s it gonna help him?
He has aplastic anemia – a systemic failure to produce viable bone-marrow cells. It’s been a death sentence for generations of men in his family, except a distant uncle, who had contracted the Ribowski virus. After getting the virus, the uncle lived longer than any other Rostov with the blood disease.
Tom: So Kirk wanted the virus to re-create what happened to his uncle?
Red: Yes. It’s a simple math problem, really. Kirk’s disease prevents his body from producing enough blood cells. The Ribowski virus results in a rare form of leukemia which creates the opposite problem– too many blood cells.
Tom: So he’s gonna give himself leukemia? Isn’t that gonna kill him?
Red: Eventually. But by offsetting his blood disease, he buys himself a few more precious years.
Liz: No one could be that desperate.
Red: But he is that desperate, Elizabeth. Because he no longer has you. You wanted to know why he went so far to find you, why there seemed to be nothing he wouldn’t do to physically get hold of you. Now you know. He needs a biological descendant to save his life– a genetic donation from the woman he believes to be his long-lost daughter. That’s what you are to him– a collection of cells. This isn’t about saving you from me. This is about saving you for him.
Liz: Well, he doesn’t have me.
Tom: No. But he has Agnes.

 
[ Dog barking ] [ Kate is on a tarp being pulled, roughly, through the forest ] [ Barking continues ]

 
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♪ i’ll take any one
new york to london
they say “brave men run” to the sound of a gun
i’m fixing to hit you

♪ you’d better make
you’d better make your bed tonight
you’d better take
take your breath tonight

♪ i’ll take every one
new york to the sun
they say “brave men run” to the sound of fun

♪ you’d better make
you’d better make your bed tonight
you’d better take
take your breath tonight

♪ i’m fixing to kiss you

♪ all night long

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🔴 Script: 4:4 Gaia (№ 81)

 
Program air date: 10/13/2016 in the US
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Last updated: 10/15/2016 at 6:25pm CT [ Central/Chicago time ]
 

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Director: Bill Roe
Written by: Peter Noah
 

⭕Script 4:4 Gaia (№ 81)

Blurb: Liz has learned from Katarina’s journal that her mother had been “assigned” to Red by the KGB but had fallen in love with him. She also learned that the reason Kirk has searched for her is that he needs her to save him from a deadly form of hereditary anemia passed only from father to son. Now Agnes may provide him with what he needs.

 
(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS) [ Owen Ayers aka ‘Gaia’ is watering plants at his make-shift homestead deep in the forest. The place consists of two old school buses and some makeshift outbuildings. He goes into a bus and uses a forceps to pull a bloody wad out of his nose. Makes a call ]
(RADIO BEEPS)
Owen Ayers aka ‘Gaia’: [ On phone ] Look, Maya… you need to listen. I have a new target. You need to leave, both of you. You need to pack the car and get away… as far away from here as possible.

 
[ Going-away party ] (APPLAUSE)
Warren: All right, easy there, easy there. Seriously! Throttle back! Or I might get the impression you’re really gonna miss me. (LAUGHTER) You know, I’ve been flying choppers for 40 years from Air America to Hudson Sky Tours, and I got to admit… I hated every minute of it. (LAUGHTER) Listening to Marty defending his pathetic Cubs…
Marty: Cubbies! (LAUGHTER)
Warren: The only reason I ever put up with the guy was because he’s the best damn mechanic in the business. (APPLAUSE)
Yeah, yeah.
[ Gaia drops a pill into a drink, gives it to Marty ]
Gaia: [ To Marty, low voice ] Grew up in Wrigleyville.
Warren: Truthfully, I could say the same about every one of you, so it’s been a pleasure working with you, and if you ever get to Palm Desert, please, promise me you won’t call!
(LAUGHTER)
Warren: Cheers!
All: Cheers. Cheers. Cheers.
(APPLAUSE)
⋘⋙
[ Marty is in bathroom, looking into the mirror ] (DOOR OPENS, CLOSES) [ Gaia enters ]
Marty: Wrigleyville. How you know Warren?
Gaia: Charter service. Shuttling the 1%. I’m a mechanic, too.
Marty: Can’t fly without us.
(COUGHING) (GRUNTS) (BREATHES SHARPLY) (BREATHING RAPIDLY)
Gaia: Hold on. Won’t be long.
(STRAINED BREATHING)
(SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE)

 
[ Liz opens her laptop ]
(COMPUTER RINGING)
Kirk/Rostov: [ On Liz’s computer screen ] Hello, Masha. I know it’s late, but I wanted to speak to you alone.
Liz: Where is she?
Kirk: I never wanted you to be apart from her.
Liz: Where’s my daughter?!
Kirk: Right here, safe.
Baby Agnes: (COOING) (CRYING)
Liz: (SNIFFLES, SIGHS) If you so much as… If you hurt her… I know the truth. The only reason you came for me… the only reason you want Agnes is because what’s killing you, it’s a genetic disease, and you think we can cure you, that our blood can…
Kirk: Yes, the blood is what I need, but it’s not what I want. What I want is for us to be together, but that can’t happen until Reddington’s out of your life. Only you can make that happen. I see you’re wearing your mother’s bracelet. I’m glad. I want you to know that your baby is safe. This link is open day or night any time you want to see Agnes.
(COOING)
Liz: Hi, baby.

 
Tom: What do you mean, you don’t want to trace the link?
Liz: You don’t think he’s thought of that? The second he discovers we traced it, he’ll take it away, take her away.
Tom: Liz, the only way we’re gonna get her is by finding where that link is coming from.
Liz: I don’t think he’ll hurt her.
Tom: Of course he will. She’s his last chance of survival.
Liz: If he hurts her, he loses me.
Tom: Yeah, and lives.
Liz: What does Kirk want more than anything in the world? For me to trust him… to care for him. And because it’s what he desires most, it’s the easiest way to deceive him. He’ll see what he wants to see… my affection. He won’t see what’s real… my deception. This link is an opportunity for me to get close to Kirk. And I can’t do anything to jeopardize that.
Tom: Liz, I think you’re being naive.
Liz: I know you think that. And I’m asking you to trust me.

 
[ Red and Liz are sitting at a table outside under sun umbrellas next to a river ]
Liz: Dembe said you had a lead on Agnes.
Red: Some years ago, I had a rather awkward encounter with a bull shark while diving off the Great Barrier Reef. I actually think it was trying to be affectionate, even a little forward. (LAUGHS) But the net result was excruciating. But I did spend a glorious month submitting to the healing hands of an utterly divine lighthouse keeper on Bramble Cay… a low-lying island that’s rapidly being submerged by rise in the sea levels due to climate change.
Liz: Climate change?
Red: Our next blacklister is devoted to protecting the Earth from the greatest threat to its existence as we know it… us. He’s a stealth eco-terrorist known only as Gaia… Earth Mother in Greek mythology.
Liz: Okay, so, the connection between this Earth Mother and Agnes is what?
Red: What is not relevant. Only where. We must find this man… unless you have a better lead on Kirk. Has he reached out to you?
Liz: No, he hasn’t.
Red: Gaia then.
Liz: A stealth eco-terrorist? Isn’t that an oxymoron?
Red: Nine times out of 10, the public reacts to an act of eco-terror by getting angry at the terrorist rather than the environmental offense he seeks to draw attention to. By disguising his sabotage in accidents, Gaia succeeds in focusing the public’s rage on the actual danger, not the criminal who exposes it. Shall I go on?

 
[ Liz debriefs the task force ]
Liz: 2011, 10,000 gallons of MCHM, a toxic chemical used to wash coal, was leaked from the Fullerton Chemical Plant. Now, this spill made it into the drinking water in the local towns. A few hundred people were poisoned, including two children and three elderly victims who later died. Environmentalists had warned of the danger of a spill for years, but no one listened until this leak, and then the EPA finally mandated changes.
Aram: So it worked. In Gaia’s mind, he protected people.
Ressler: Yeah, well, tell that to the parents who lost their kids.
Cooper: So, he kills innocent people to make a point that innocent people are in danger.
Samar: How does taking down this lunatic get us closer to Kirk and Agnes?
Liz: Reddington won’t say.
Ressler: Even though this is allegedly about finding your daughter. Prick.
Cooper: I want this guy found. Go over every detail of that spill. If it was sabotage, Gaia left a trail. Find it.

 
Aram: Hey. So, about last night… Sorry we couldn’t talk. But if you want to grab lunch today and chat…
Samar: It’s okay. I figured it out.
Aram: Figured what out?
Samar: Whether or not to submit my transfer request. I decided I should, so I did.
Aram: So it’s official? Uh… I mean, I-I knew you were thinking about it, but you actually…
Samar: It’s not a big deal. It’s for the best.
Aram: Right, sure. That is, you… you’ve given it a lot of thought, so… …congratulations.
Samar: I shouldn’t keep Ressler waiting.

 
[ On site at the Fullerton Chemical Plant, going through evidence from the chemical spill ]
Ressler: This is crazy. An entire team of Chemical Safety Board investigators looked into this after the spill. Nothing was flagged.
Samar: This is box 7. There are 43 more evidence boxes. (SIGHS)
Ressler: Googled Aram’s new girlfriend.
Samar: Why?
Ressler: Why do guys do anything? To see if she was hot, which she is.
[ Man pushes in cart with additional boxes of evidence ]
Ressler: I thought we had everything.
Man: Everything from CSB. These are from the internal investigation. I told you folks you’re wasting your time. That spill was an accident. Two days before the leak, a veteran DEP inspector looked over the storage tanks. He didn’t see anything wrong, and neither did the other guy about two weeks earlier.
Ressler: What other guy? I just looked at the list of scheduled inspections, and there was only one in the month prior.
Man: Scheduled, yeah, but we get spot inspections from time to time.
Ressler: We’re gonna need to see everything you have on that spot inspector… now.

 
[ At a gas station coffee self-service table ]
Gaia: Borron Energy Services. That’s fracking, right?
Field Inspector: Well, I’m a field inspector.
Gaia: That’s bad stuff, man… fracking. Messing up the water table. There’s places where you can light a fire with what’s coming out of the tap. You’re making people sick.
Field Inspector: You want to know what’s in your sweetener? The chemicals in that creamer?
[ Gaia drops a pill in the Field Inspector’s coffee ]
Field Inspector: [ Continues ] What about the plastic bottles in that watering cooler? Look around. Everything’s killing us. So spare me the guilt trip… and the righteous lecture. I earn my living… same as you.
(DOOR OPENS, BELL DINGS) (DOOR CLOSES) (BELL DINGS)
⋘⋙
[ Gaia follows the Field Inspector out to his truck ]
(CHOKING) (BREATHING HEAVILY)
Gaia: You were right… The world is just filled with things that are gonna kill us.
[ Gaia takes the Field Inspector’s helmet and his laptop ]

 
[ Kate is lying on a bed in a dark, rough room, a ragged bandage on her right cheek. The right side of her face is matted with blood ]
(DOOR OPENS) (DOOR CLOSES) (SNAPPING FINGERS)
[ A grizzled old man – the Hunter – enters with his dog ]

 
Aram: Okay, ladies and gentlemen, I think we have a suspect. Okay, check this out. The Kentucky chemical plant wasn’t the only facility that received a visit from a spot inspector. Three of the other accident sites also received spot inspections within a few weeks of their failing.
Liz: So that’s this guy’s M.O. He’s not breaking into these facilities. He’s walking through the front door.
Samar: You said you had a suspect.
Aram: Right. I got surveillance video from three of the facilities on this particular spot inspector.
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
[ Photos of Gaia come up from each of the three sites ]
Liz: That’s our guy.
Cooper: Alert the DHS and circulate the photo. Put a name to that face.
⋘⋙
Ressler: Hey. You okay?
Samar: Yeah, I’m fine.
Ressler: Because Aram told me you put in for a transfer. Navabi, trust me, I understand how angry you are with Keen for doing what she did…
Samar: Yes, and that is part of why I’m leaving, but it’s not just that. It… It’s this place. You never know where you stand with anyone… whether they’ll be there for you when you need them.
Ressler: If there’s anything I can do to get you to reconsider, you let me know. I’ll do it. You’re a good partner.
Samar: I wish there was. I really do.

 
Kirk: Six months?
Dr. Reifler: Maybe. Maybe less. But we both knew this day was coming. Your body would start rejecting the transfusions. It’s remarkable it’s lasted this long.
Odette: There is a solution.
Kirk: We’ve already discussed this.
Dr. Reifler: It’s unacceptable.
Odette: Easy for you to say. You’re not the one that’s gonna die.
Kirk: No, I am, and I agree with Sebastian.
Odette: The girl is your only option.
Kirk: We’re exploring other cures.
Odette: We were… before we lost the Ribowski virus, before the U.S. government froze your assets.
Dr. Reifler: If the girl is a genetic match… and there’s no guarantee that she is… extracting stem cells from such a young child is extremely dangerous and could prove fatal.
Odette: Hippocrates bounds the doc to do no harm. He’s giving you coulds, mights. I am under no such obligation. I am giving you facts. We are out of time, and we are out of resources. The only way to save your life [ she touches his hand ] is if we put that child’s in jeopardy.

 
Liz: I think we’ve got something. We put out a general alert to all government and private facilities… oil and gas, chemical plants.
Ressler: And?
Liz: A gas pipeline inspector in Newark was found dead in his car this morning. Heart attack.
Samar: Could be a coincidence.
Liz: Maybe, but he had an appointment to evaluate a gas pipeline in Westchester County.
Aram: He’s there.
Cooper: Was there a positive I.D.?
Aram: No, but…
Samar: So it’s a supposition.
Aram: Uh, no, actually. According to security at the facility, a guy showed up less than an hour ago claiming to be filling in for the usual inspector.
Cooper: Ressler, Navabi, get there. Keen, call the plant manager and the county sheriff. See if they can evacuate the area without tipping off Gaia that we’re on our way.

 
Samar: Agents Navabi and Ressler. Where is he?
Plant Security: Sector 7. Said he had to check the pressure gauges.
(ENGINE REVVING, TIRES SCREECHING) (GUN COCKS) (GUN COCKS)
[ Gaia takes off running ]
Ressler: Stop! Federal agent!
Samar: He’s got a gun! Ressler!
(ENGINE STARTS) (ENGINE REVS, TIRES SCREECH)
[ Gaia jumps in his truck, guns it. Ressler and Samar follow in pursuit. Ahead are two police cruisers. Gaia slams on his brakes and tries to reverse, but Ressler’s car blocks the way ]
(TIRES SCREECHING) (SIRENS WAILING) (TIRES SCREECH) (TIRES SCREECHING)
Officer: Get out of the vehicle!
(OFFICER SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY) (ENGINE REVS)
[ Gaia hits the gas, smashes through the police cars and is gone ]
(SIGHS)
Ressler: Damn it.

 
[ At a laundromat ] (DOOR OPENS, BELL DINGS) (BELL DINGS)
Krantz: Long time, Martell… or whatever you’re calling yourself now.
Tom: Martell will be fine. You?
Krantz: There’s a bunch to choose from. England, France, Malta… your basic NATO alliance.
Tom: Malta’s not in NATO.
Krantz: (CHUCKLES) Always were a stickler.
Tom: Why don’t we just stick with Krantz?
Krantz: So, what’s on your mind, Martell?
Tom: I got a job for you and your crew… digital trace… break-in.
Krantz: I’m all ears.

 
Aram: The pipeline targeted by Gaia carries fracked gas… a process that environmentalists oppose.
Samar: Why? Because fracking creates jobs and energy independence?
Aram: Maybe. Or maybe because of this. San Bruno, 2010. A ruptured natural-gas pipeline caused a 72-foot-long crater and killed 8 people. Last year in Allentown, another one exploded underneath a city street, killing five.
Cooper: So it fits the M.O. He was gonna cause an accident to provoke public outrage.
Liz: Yeah, but how? We didn’t find any explosives. What was he doing?
Aram: Research. Look at where Gaia’s tools and fake I.D. badge were found… the spot of the highest gas pressure. I think he was trying to identify the most vulnerable point, the perfect place to hit.
Samar: If it’s that dangerous, then why hasn’t it already been shut down?
Aram: Because there are safety rules in place for new pipelines, but they don’t always apply for existing lines.
Cooper: Which is probably the point he’s trying to make.
Aram: It gets worse, actually. I had an expert over at PHMSA do a blast-radius projection just to see what kind of damage an explosion at this spot would cause. In an urban area like this, we’re talking hundreds of homes, schools, a city hospital… and this… Stone Park, the largest nuclear power plant on the eastern seaboard of the United States.
Cooper: Where are we on the fake I.D. badge you recovered?
Liz: Nowhere. But Reddington says he’s got a guy who might be able to help.
Cooper: Reddington’s guy. Who is he?

 
[ Bowling alley ] (PINS CLATTER) (CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)
Red: Forgive the intrusion, keglers.
Glen: Aw. What do you want?
Red: I have a job for you, Glen.
Glen: News flash… I’m off the clock, Reddington.
Red: It’s a matter of some urgency.
Glen: No, it’s a matter of some me time, boundaries, work-life balance, the pause that refreshes.
Red: We need to know who made this I.D.
Dembe: [ To Glen ] Your release point is off.
Glen: Yeah, but I’m a charming conversationalist, so the ladies don’t mind.
Dembe: Keep your elbows in.
Red: Some haste would be appreciated. A child’s life is in the balance.
Glen: Hologram. RFID chip. Ji Ming’s your man. Chinese expat. Loves all things Americano. Last time we had dinner, he ordered bull fries. Ugh. You ever had bull…
Glen: [ On phone ] Ji Ming? Jellybean here.

 
(Glen and Ji Ming are SPEAKING MANDARIN)
Red: All I need is an address, Glen.
(SPEAKING MANDARIN) (SPEAKING MANDARIN)
Red: Glen, an address.
Glen: Hey, I don’t see you jumping in here, pal. I’m doing the best I can. A night course in Mandarin doesn’t get you much past reading the menu and “Hey, honey, your caboose looks tasty in those slacks.”
(SPEAKING MANDARIN)
Red: What the hell is he saying?
Glen: Honestly, he says he doesn’t like you. He says you look like his third wife and that…
Red: What?
Glen: Right. That you have no appreciation for the fact that bowling is like s*x. It’s about rhythm and flow. You can’t just stop in the middle and go back to pick up the spare you missed because some jerk shouted out during the middle of your roll.
Red: He’s already given you the address, hasn’t he?
Glen: Yeah, but it’s a little off the grid. (CLEARS THROAT) I’d ditch the wingtips.
Red: Dembe, call Elizabeth.

 
[ Red and Liz are at Gaia’s place. They enter Gaia’s living quarters ]]
Red: What do you see?
Liz: Um… he’s withdrawn, a loner, and yet he’s committed to making the world a cleaner place. Photo of a pregnant woman. But no child. Maybe the child was taken or… or died.
Red: We’re going to get her back, Lizzy.
Liz: Tidal charts for the Hudson.
Red: Stone Park is on the Hudson.

 
[ Gaia barges into his ex-wife Maya’s home. A child (age 2 or 3) is sitting in a stroller, facing away ]
Maya: If you don’t leave, I’m gonna call the police!
Gaia: The only reason I’m here is because you didn’t return my calls. It’s not safe.
Maya: You’re violating the restraining order.
Gaia: I’m the least of your problems! You have to leave. And going to your mother’s isn’t far enough.
Maya: What are you planning?
Gaia: You need to leave the state.
[ Gaia goes to his son, Skyler. The right side of Skyler’s face and head are horribly disfigured ]
Gaia: Hey, Sky. How’s my little man? You’re going on a car trip with Mommy. Someplace pretty with trees turning all kinds of colors. Won’t that be nice? [ To Maya: ] You need to get on the road now.

 
[ Inside the Hunter’s rustic cabin ] (Kate GROANING) (FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
Hunter: Hey, there.
(CHAIR THUDS) (Kate GASPS)
Hunter: [ Kindly ] Hmm. What happened out there, young lady? You’re not dressed for the woods. Can you talk? That’s all right. You don’t need to say nothing. We’re gonna get you fed. Build your strength up. Plenty of time to talk later.

 
[ Liz is watching Agnes on the video feed ]
(COOING) (DIALING)
Tom: [ On phone ] Hey.
Liz: I’m looking at our little girl. It’s almost like a baby monitor, like she’s in the next room.
Tom: Only she’s not. Kirk has her.
Liz: I know. I asked you this morning to trust me, not to trace the link. I want you to know it means everything to me that you are okay with that. Thank you.
Tom: Everything’s gonna be all right, Liz. Blow her a kiss for me.
Liz: Okay. I love you.
Tom: I love you, too.
[ But Tom is already at Kirk’s place, outside, with Krantz and a team of men ]
Krantz: I know you. It’s your daughter. You’re gonna want to be first one through the door. Let us take the lead. No use rescuing your daughter if Daddy winds up dead.
Tom: Your guys are sure about this?
Krantz: They traced the server. This island, that house. Your baby’s inside. Let’s do it.
[ As the raid is taking place, Liz sings: ]

♪ Rock-a-bye baby ♪
♪ On the treetop ♪
♪ When the wind blows ♪
♪ The cradle will rock ♪
♪ When the bough breaks ♪
♪ The cradle will fall ♪
♪ And down will come baby ♪
♪ Cradle and… ♪ ♪

(DOOR OPENS)
Kirk: [ To Liz, over video ] I’m disappointed in you.
Liz: But wait. Don’t…
Kirk: I thought we had an understanding.
Liz: About what? What are you talking about?
Kirk: You traced this feed.
Liz: No. No, I didn’t. There must be some mistake. Wait. That had nothing to do with me.
[ Kirk switches the video to show her that Tom and crew are in the server room ]
Kirk: I’m sorry, Masha.
Liz: No, I told Tom. I specifically said…
[ Kirk shuts off the video feed ]
Liz: No! Please bring her back! I’m begging you! Bring her back!

 
The Hunter: Okay, sweetheart. We got to get you upright. You’ve been down too long. I’m gonna put my hand behind your neck, just like a dance.
(Kate GRUNTS)
Hunter: Here we go, nice and easy. 1…2…
(Kate SCREAMS)
Hunter: Okay. There we go. No big thing. You got a lot of grit for such a little girl.
(BREATHING SHALLOWLY)
Hunter: You hungry? You understand me? Can you nod?
[ Kate nods slightly ]
Hunter: That’s good. (CHUCKLES) You in some kind of trouble, sweetheart?
[ Kate moves her head back and forth, painfully ]
Hunter: The men that did this… …they, uh, coming back for you?
[ Kate shakes her head ‘no’ ]
[ The Hunter feeds Kate some soup from a spoon ]
(Kate BREATHES SHARPLY)
Hunter: What is it? What are you trying to say?
Kate: [ Weakly ] Thank you.

 
(At the bowling alley PINS CLATTER)
[ Red has shown Glen the photo of pregnant Maya ]
Glen: I’m not into pregnant chicks.
Red: I need you to find her.
Glen: What are you… a comedian? Here once a night, twice on Sunday? I already bailed you out.
Red: I need you to find this woman and her child, if there is one.
Glen: (SIGHS) You don’t get it. We lost. This tournament’s a bitch to get into. We made it here. This close, and we lost… because of me, because I missed a baby split.
Red: I don’t understand bowling.
Glen: Of course you don’t.
Red: [ Sits down ] I’m sorry, Glen. I’m sorry.
Glen: (LAUGHS) Come on. I’m squeezing your cheese. Thanks to your better half, we swept the tourney. Elbow in, release point. Phew! Sweet as a sister’s kiss. You’re talking to the team captain of the newly crowned Mid-Atlantic champs. This prego chick… Tell me about her. I’m feeling good!

 
[ Liz is trying to reach Tom ]
Tom: [ On recording ] Hey, I’m not here right now. Leave a message, and I’ll call you back.
(CELLPHONE BUZZING)
Liz: [ Picks up phone ] Tom, what the hell did you… No, n-no, no, no, no, no. Excuse me, Doctor. Um… I was just, uh… Doesn’t matter. The tidal charts… Were you able to review them?

 
[ At the Post Office, Gaia’s photo and bio are up on the big screen ]
Ressler: Owen Ayers, former officer in the Navy. Found his name on bills and receipts we seized from Gaia’s trailer.
Aram: Ayers was a helicopter pilot, and before that, an enlisted aircraft mechanic. Three tours in Iraq, decorated. This guy’s a war hero. Medical discharge in 2011 after participating in Operation Tomodachi.
Cooper: The U.S. military relief effort at Fukushima.
Aram: Flew into an unscheduled emergency venting of radioactive gas. He and several members of his crew got radiation poisoning.
Samar: He was the victim of a nuclear meltdown, so now he wants to cause one.
Liz: [ Rushing in ] It’s worse than we thought. The tidal charts… Can you pull them up?
(KEYBOARD CLACKING)
Liz: He wasn’t just tracking the tides in the Hudson. He was calculating the exact time of the supermoon. It happens only every couple of decades.
Aram: Causing unusually high and low tides.
Liz: These charts identify exactly when the Hudson will be at its lowest.
Ressler: Stone Park sits on the Hudson, though. I mean, they cool their nuclear reactors by drawing water from the river.
Liz: Over 2 billion gallons per day. Now, we know that an explosion on the pipeline will cause damage to the reactor at Stone Park, but what if, on top of that damage, the reactor couldn’t get enough water to cool the core?
Cooper: Ayers wasn’t trying to send a message about the danger of nuclear power. He’s trying to re-create Fukushima on the Hudson.
Samar: How? The pipeline is in lockdown. He can’t get close.
Ressler: On the ground anyway. Hudson Sky Tours. We found this brochure in his trailer. He knows the maintenance and the flight schedules.
Cooper: Aram, do they operate in that area?
Aram: Uh, guys. Look at this. Martin Powell, one of their mechanics, had a heart attack in a bar a few days ago.
Cooper: How long before the tides are at their lowest?
Liz: Any time within the next hour and a half.
Cooper: Get me Homeland! Keen, notify NRC. Aram, have security at the pipeline and at Stone Park and make sure the NYPD and Harbor Patrol get everybody out of that area immediately. Call the heli-tours company and get out there. Make sure Ayers never gets one of those choppers off the ground.

 
Gelber: Arnie Gelber, agents. Here to cooperate any way I can.
Samar: What’s the status of your fleet?
Gelber: We’re secure. Only got three choppers. Two of them are in the air with my best pilots. One’s on a 30. The other’s on a full-hour tour.
Ressler: What about the third?
Gelber: Grounded. Had to cancel half a dozen trips today smack in the heart of the season. The third chopper…
Ressler: Where’s it now?
Gelber: Being repaired. One of my veteran mechanics passed away a couple nights ago. We’re all dealing with the loss. I got a new man working on it now.
Ressler: We’re gonna need to talk to him now.
[ A helicopter takes off ]
Gelber: What the hell?
[ Ressler and Samar shoot at the helicopter ] ( 💥 GUNSHOTS 💥 )

 
[ Gaia is piloting the helicopter. Ressler and Samar are at the heliport in contact with Gaia by radio. At the Post Office, Cooper, Liz and Aram can hear the conversation ]
Gelber: Sky 3, please respond. Sky 3, please respond.
Ressler: Owen Ayers, this is Special Agent Ressler of the FBI ordering you to return to home base immediately. Mr. Ayers, this is FBI Agent…
Gaia: I heard you the first time. I won’t be doing that.
[ Conversation can be heard at the Post Office ]
Cooper: Alert the White House and the FAA to authorize an intercept.
Ressler: Mr. Ayers, we will shoot you down if you do not return immediately.
Gaia: You can’t scramble fighters fast enough. I’ve gamed this out to the last detail. Give me some credit, Agent Ressler of the FBI.
Cooper: How long before he reaches the pipeline?
Liz: Two minutes. Maybe less.
Gaia: Oh, and if your next bright idea is to have them shut the pipeline down, sorry. That takes three whole days.
Cooper: Notify local authorities to immediately activate evacuation protocols. Aram, we need options.
Aram: Yeah, I can, uh… I can try and hack into the onboard avionics, try and take control.
Ressler: [ To Gaia ] Don’t do this.
Gaia: Someone has to.
Ressler: There are other ways.
Gaia: What? Protests? Hearings? They’ve had them. No one listens. They’ll listen to this.
Cooper: Aram.
Aram: No luck. I-I can’t access the AFCS directly, and even if I could, there’s an automatic fail-safe.
Ressler: Ayers, you can’t go through with this. Millions of innocent people are gonna die.
Gaia: That’s an interesting formulation. Innocent people. Innocent of what? Wanting their houses warm, their cars fueled with no regard for how any of that fouls our air, our water, our planet? I’m a dead man walking thanks to Fukushima. It poisoned my innocent unborn son into someone people look at as if he’s a monster! Now, whoever dies from this, they’ve got it coming.
Liz: One minute.
Aram: Okay, I may have something. Okay, I’ve hacked into something called the stability augmentation system. And I think I can feed data into the heading reference system centers, override the controls.
Cooper: Can’t you just shut down the rotor?
Aram: You mean?
Cooper: I mean turn the damn thing off.
Aram: Right, right.
(KEYBOARD CLACKING)
Aram: I got it. I got it.
Cooper: Then do it.
Aram: Yeah, um…
Cooper: What’s wrong?
Aram: If I click on this, he’ll die. I’ve killed somebody once. I can’t take another life again.
[ Cooper reaches over and hits the key ]

 
[ The helicopter’s rotors slow. The copter begins to descend rapidly ]
(ALARM BLARING) (GRUNTS)
(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS) (HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
Gaia: Come on! No!
(Gaia❗SCREAMS❗)

 
[ Children are playing soccer when the flailing copter comes into view. They run to escape. The helicopters crashes in a huge fireball ¸„💥💥º°¨¨¨* ]

 
Aram: (SIGHS) I’m sorry.
Cooper: For what? You did your job. And then I did mine.

 
[ Red enters a diner and sits down across from Maya and Skyler ]
Red: Hello, Maya. You’re a difficult woman to find.
Maya: Who are you?
Red: And you must be Skyler. My name is Raymond. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you, Skyler.
Maya: Did Owen send you? Is that why you’re here?
Red: No. But from what I understand, your ex-husband poses no further threat. You have nothing to fear and no reason to run anymore.
Maya: I don’t… Are you with the police?
Red: (LAUGHING) Oh, my goodness, no. I’m simply an interested third party who needs your assistance.
[ A waitress brings three large sundaes ]
Waitress: Here we go. Ah. One chocolate, one strawberry, and one caramel.
Red: Forgive me. I took the liberty. In my experience, caramel sauce is an excellent lubricant when it comes to awkward introductions. Skyler, any chance I could convince you to go thirds with us on these?
⋘⋙
Maya: That’s all you want? To meet with Sky’s doctor?
Red: His hematologist, yes.
Maya: Do you have a child with special needs?
Red: Picasso said it took four years to paint like Raphael, but a lifetime to paint like a child. They live in a delightful space somewhere between dreams and reality. They taste color, hear shapes, see sounds.
 

“We should all have such special needs.”

 
Red: [ To Maya ] There is a child. Her life hangs in the balance. I believe Skyler’s doctor could save her.

 
(KNOCK ON DOOR) [ Aram enters Samar’s office ]
Aram: Hey, hey. Nice work today. It is, uh, no small thing to prevent Manhattan from being unlivable… as opposed to unaffordable.
Samar: You made the wrong call today.
Aram: I’m sorry you think so.
Samar: Is there anything else?
Aram: No, that… That’s it. Mr. Cooper understood.
Samar: He was just trying to make you feel better. I’m sure your girlfriend will, too, Aram.
Aram: Oh, is that what this is all about? The fact that I have a girlfriend.
Samar: You put people’s lives at risk. It’s a little more important to me than whether or not you have a girlfriend.
Aram: You know what? Forget it.
Samar: Do you mind closing the door on your way out?
Aram: You know when I congratulated you on submitting your transfer request? I didn’t mean it. I was trying to make you feel better, because that’s the polite thing to do. And I like being polite. What I wanted to say was that… …I’m glad you’re going. As far as I’m concerned, you can’t go fast enough.
[ Aram leaves ] (DOOR SLAMS)

 
Liz: We talked about this! We agreed!
Tom: Yeah, on how you felt. I told you I disagreed.
Liz: What you didn’t tell me was that you were gonna do something about it. Instead, you went behind my back and did exactly what I told you not to do. And with Reddington’s help, no doubt. Tom: It wasn’t Reddington.
Liz: Then who?
Tom: A guy I used to work with.
Liz: When was this? When you were a skinhead? One of Berlin’s thugs? ‘Cause I’m guessing it wasn’t an elementary-school teacher.
(Tom’s HAND SLAMS)
Tom: I’m not gonna fight with you about this, Liz! I did what I thought was best! And nobody is sorrier than me that it didn’t work!
Liz: Oh, no. I know someone who’s sorrier.

♪ We all just fade away ♪

Liz: Our daughter… who now, because of you, is God knows where.
(DOOR SLAMS)

♪ The writing’s on the wall ♪
♪ The stories I’ve been told ♪
♪ Crying ’cause I know you won’t be here too long ♪
♪ The writing’s on the wall ♪

[ Kirk is holding Agnes who is fussing ]
Odette: I know you don’t want to.

♪ I’m bracing for the fall ♪

Odette: But you need to use the child.

♪ So now if it’s not too late to ask for more ♪
♪ I hope that you will find what you are looking for ♪

 
[ Red and Liz are talking in the back of Red’s Mercedes ]
Red: You asked me how this case is connected to finding Agnes. Owen Ayers and his son Skyler share a rare blood disorder. But Dr. Sebastian Reifler is one with a particularly relevant distinction. He treats both Skyler Ayers and Alexander Kirk. If we can get to his doctor, we can get to Kirk. We’re getting close, Lizzy.

♪ The writing’s on the wall ♪

Red: It won’t be long now.

♪ The stories I’ve been told ♪

Liz: I lied to you. You asked if Kirk had reached out, and I told you he hadn’t. That wasn’t true.

♪ The writing’s on the wall ♪
♪ I’m bracing for the fall ♪

Liz: He set up a link… a video feed so I could see Agnes.
Red: How incredibly cruel.
Liz: Tom tried to trace the link, tried to find Agnes, but Kirk found out, and now, uh…
Red: She’s gone.
Liz: I thought I could make it better, that I could protect my baby.

♪ I try to forget ♪

Liz: I mean, that’s my one job… to protect my child. Make her feel safe at any cost. To hold her. (VOICE BREAKING) To tell her everything’s gonna be okay. (SNIFFLES) But now because of me, because of what I’ve done, I can’t even do that.
(SIGHS) [ Red, in his awkward way, takes Liz’s hand to comfort her ]

♪ How does this happen to us all? ♪

 
[ Red pays a visit to Dr Riefler, the hematologist shared by Skyler Ayers and Kirk ]
(BREATHING HEAVILY) (GASPS)
Red: Forgive the Shanghai summons, Dr. Reifler, but I have a matter of some urgency we must discuss.
Reifler: You… I don’t… I don’t understand. Uh, Skyler Ayers…
Red: Is doing fine. It’s another patient of yours I’m interested in.
Reifler: I-I-I… I don’t… I can’t help.
Red: Oh, yes, you can. And you will… by allowing me to accompany you on your next house call to… Alexander Kirk.

 
[ Kate Kaplan is feeling slightly better ]
(GROANS) (GRUNTS) (GROANS)
[ Kate struggles to sit up, rises to her feet – only to find her left foot is chained ]
 
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♫ Writing’s on the Wall
By Bob Moses

♪ Used to be so innocent,
thought I’d never change.
Victim of the feeling then,
fighting everything.
Nothing here is permanent;
we all just fade away.

♪ The writings on the wall,
the stories I’ve been told,
crying cause I know you won’t be too long.
The writings on the wall,
I’m bracing for the fall.
So now if it’s not too late to ask for more,
I hope that you will find what you are looking for.

♪ You and I were dreaming like
we could see the other side.
With all the mess of ignorance,
dreaming never hides.
But nothing here is permanent,
we’re running out of time.

♪ The writings on the wall,
the stories I’ve been told,
crying cause I know you won’t be too long.
The writings on the wall,
I’m bracing for the fall.
So now if it’s not too late to ask for more,
I hope that you will find what you are looking for.

♪ I try to forget
but the memory takes its toll.
Can’t control it,
how does this happen to us all?
How do I go on
in a world where you are gone?
Cold and heartless,
find the will to carry on.

♪ The writings on the wall,
the stories I’ve been told,
crying cause I know you won’t be too long.
The writings on the wall,
I’m bracing for the fall.
So now if it’s not too late to ask for more,
I hope that you will find what you are looking for.

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2e13RKW
YouTube: http://youtu.be/ybeie_doWh4

 
 
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🔴 Script: 4:5 The Lindquist Concern (№ 105)

 
Program air date: 10/20/2016 in the US
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Entertainment Weekly Recap: http://bit.ly/2ezx1yS
 

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Director: Kurt Kuenne
Written by: Dawn DeNoon
 

⭕ Script 4:5 The Lindquist Concern (№ 105)

Blurb: Red has identified a doctor who is treating Alexander Kirk aka Constantin Rostov. Kirk has been persuaded that his sole chance for survival is a bone marrow transplant from baby Agnes, a procedure that puts the infant in grave danger. Liz presents Red with a DNA report. Kate has discovered that the kind hunter who saved her life is now keeping her captive.

 
[ Two men enter a garage space housing a complex device ] [⚡️Electricity crackling⚡️]
Omar Rajjar: In here. It’s just the prototype, but it’s fully functional. It can be scaled up for any population into the millions.
[ Beeping ] [ Beeps ]
Silas Gouldsberry: This is gonna make you an incredibly rich man. For your own protection, I’m gonna need anyone intimately familiar with this to sign a nondisclosure.
Omar: I’ve only shown my wife.
Silas: Well, then. I guess there’s nothing left to do… [ Cork pops ] …but celebrate. Here’s to a better future.
[ Glasses clink ] [ Omar falls to the floor, shaking ]
Silas: The paralytic you’ve just consumed is proprietary, as well. It was discovered accidentally during development of an ADD medication. Paralysis was an unwanted side effect.
[ Silas unplugs a cord from the device end, leaving the live cord on the floor ] [⚡️Electricity crackling⚡️]
Silas: Must feel amazing– Dying, knowing you’ve invented something that will change the world.
[ Omar breathing heavily ] [ Silas disconnects a water tube and water runs along the floor ] [ Silas leaves, closing the garage door ] [ 💥Explosion💥 ]

[ ♫ Stone Poneys’ “Different Drum” plays ]
♪ you and I travel to the beat of a different drum ♪
♪ oh, can’t you tell by the way I run? ♪
♪ every time you make eyes at me ♪
♪ whoa-oh ♪
♪ you cry and moan and say it… ♪

 
[ Silas arrives late to work ]
Silas’ Boss: Honest to God, third time this month? My fifth grader’s more punctual than you. And don’t think it’ll go unnoticed by HR. This is gonna be reflected in your performance review. 1 to 10, please. Nobody’s ever gotten a minus before, but they broke the mold with you. And dust off your shoulders. You got dandruff everywhere.

 
Tom: There’s got to be something I can do.
Ressler: I told you there isn’t.
Tom: It’s not just Agnes. It’s Liz, it’s Kirk. He’s telling her things– things about her past, you know, and I think– I think she’s starting to trust him.
Ressler: Look, we’re doing everything that we can. You got to understand that.
Tom: I do, and I appreciate it, but there’s got to be a lead that I can run down.
Ressler: I told you–
Tom: Or a dead end I can revisit. Please, Ressler. Please.
Ressler: [ Sighs ] The Kremlin hates Kirk just as much as we do. I reached out to the DC Station Chief to take a look at their intel. Got a big fat nyet. Look, you want to revisit that dead end, be my guest. Maybe your, uh… methods will be a bit more persuasive.
Tom: The Station Chief, who is he?
Ressler: Vasily Komarov– A cultural attaché at the Russian Embassy. It’s just a cover that allows him… [ Camera shutter clicking ] …to run the US operations for the SVR under their diplomatic immunity.
Tom: Vices?
Ressler: None that we know of. Trust me, we looked.
Tom: Thank you.
Ressler: For what? [ Door opens ] [ In low voice: ] This conversation never happened.
[ Liz enters ]
Liz: Conversation about what?
Tom: He sicced me on the SVR for intel on Kirk. Not behind your back. I was gonna tell you.
Liz: You don’t have to apologize for trying to find our daughter.
Tom: Look, I know that you think he won’t hurt her, or that you can draw him out, but–
Liz: Agnes is missing because of Kirk’s obsession with me.
[ Cellphone vibrates: Nick’s Pizza ]
Liz: Look, if I were you and our daughter were missing because of something that had nothing to do with me… What I believe is that we should do everything we can to bring our daughter home.
Tom: Call you if I get anywhere.
Liz: Not if. When.
[ Door opens, closes ] [ Sighs ]

 
[ In a church ] [ Organ music playing ]
Brimley: [ To Red ] The doctor has been baptized and is ready to make his confession.
[ Music stops ]
Brimley: I’m getting hitched on the 16th. Wee Chapel of the Casino. Extend the invite to Mr. Kaplan. [ Door closes ]

 
[ Dr Sebastian Reifler is sitting in a tub of water ]
Red: As Alexander Kirk’s hematologist, I assume you oversee his transfusions and coordinate with his specialist. I want to know how it works– where you meet, with whom, and when.
Dr Reifler: Please. He’s a sick man.
Red: Perhaps another go with the candiru fish. I understand they burrow into the most impossible nooks and crannies.
Reifler: All right, I– I give him blood transfusions once a month. And, uh… weekly erythropoietin injections.
Red: When did you last see him?
Reifler: I– Six days ago.
Red: Then you’ll be seeing him within the next 24 hours. Where?
Reifler: I don’t know. No, I-I-I don’t. I don’t know until they call me with the next location. Please. Red: Fish him out of the tub. And, Dembe, while you’re at it, you should have him take a look at that mole.
Dembe: It’s a freckle.

 
[ Liz arrives at the church ]
Liz: Let me guess. You and the pastor are dear friends.
Red: Never met the man. I am, however, a benefactor for the artists they hired to lead the restoration. As luck would have it, sprucing up the old apse hole will take months.
Liz: You’re squatting in a church.
Red: I usually have a devil of a time getting to sleep, but here I sleep like a babe in the manger.
Liz: Did you get Kirk’s doctor?
Red: Yes, and he’s going to lead me to Kirk.
Liz: I want to be there when he does.
Red: The Lindquist Concern–
Liz: Don’t change the subject.
Red: I’m not. The doctor gets us Kirk. The Lindquist Concern gets Kirk to give us Agnes.
Liz: Why? Who are they?
Red: A group that corporations pay to suppress inventions that would undercut them if brought to market.
Liz: Companies do that all the time– buy up patents just to shelve them. Big oil did it to the NiMH battery in the ’90s.
Red: Well, when they can’t kill the invention, they have the Lindquist Concern kill the inventor. Like Omar Najjar. He was working on revolutionary technology with the potential to save millions of lives. Now that it’s in the hands of the Lindquist Concern, it will save none.
Liz: I’ll call it in, but if you have a line on Kirk, I’m staying with you.
Red: [ Dialing ] Agent Navabi. I have your next case.

 
[ Samar is briefing the task force ]
Samar: Ian Pugachevsky worked on a cold-fusion device in his basement for 20 years. Two weeks after claiming he had a breakthrough, he vanished while hiking in the Sierras. This is Karen Rose. She developed an alternative to opiate-based painkillers that was just as strong, non-addictive, and had fewer side effects. But before reaching clinical trials, she died of an apparent overdose. According to Reddington, these people were murdered, their ideas suppressed, and their research never found.
Ressler: Well, did he say how any of this relates to Kirk?
Samar: No, but he did say that a number of accidental deaths of amateur scientists and inventors are actually homicides committed by the Lindquist Concern.
Cooper: Who is the most recent?
Samar: Omar Najjar.
Aram: Married, no children– chemical engineer in R&D at Bethesda Plastics.
Cooper: Start there. If someone hired this Lindquist Concern to kill Najjar, I want to know what revolutionary technology they got their hands on.

 
[ Cellphone ringing ] [ Cellphone beeps ]
Ressler: Make it quick.
Tom: Komarov gets massages twice a week from a woman who moonlights as an FBI informant.
Ressler: He does?
Tom: He does now. I need you to get me informant contracts and a payment history documenting her work with the Bureau.
Ressler: And by “get,” you mean fabricate.
Tom: Name’s Annabelle Dixon. I’m asking you to help me get intel on Alexander Kirk. I am asking you to help me get my daughter back.
Ressler: Let me see what I can do.

 
Plant Manager: We do high-volume, injection-molded plastic components. Not to speak ill of the dead, but Omar wasn’t exactly a rock star.
Ressler: What does that mean?
Theo: I don’t know. He was quiet, kept to himself. Hard to get to know.
Samar: And you worked together how long?
Plant Manager: Three years. You know how many times we saw him at the Christmas party, company picnic? Zero.
Theo: But the guy was smart, and recently super excited. He’d had some kind of breakthrough.
Ressler: On what?
Theo: I don’t know. Wasn’t anything he was doing here. We all have IP clauses in our contracts that allow us to pursue projects outside the company.
[ A young woman enters ]
Lydia: Theo, these need your signature.
Samar: Excuse me. Omar Najjar– did you know him?
Lydia: Not really. I-I wish I could help. Sorry to interrupt.
Theo: I don’t know what Omar was working on, but it was big. And if you’re here because you think it got him killed, you need to talk to his wife. If anyone knew what he was up to, it was her.

 
[ Mona Najjar, Omar’s wife, is holding a photo of him and crying ] [ She hears noise from the basement and descends the stairs ]
Mona: Somebody down here?
[ Printer whirring ] [ A sheet of paper comes off the printer. She glances at it: ” … my life. I can’t go on … … must end my life … ”
[ Silas grabs her from behind ] [ Mona screams ]

 
Ressler: [ Reads out loud from suicide note: ] “My husband, Omar, was my life. I can’t go on without him. To end this pain, I must end my life. Please understand, suicide was my only option. – Mona Najjar”
[ Camera shuttering clicking ]
Samar: ME says no criminality. No defensive wounds, no bruises, and the body wasn’t moved postmortem.
Ressler: And if he’s wrong, and she really was killed? I mean, look at all that blood. That tells me that someone cut her wrists while she was still alive.
Samar: And look at this. Fun summer reading?
[ Samar opens a large volume. A strip of photos from a photo booth is inside. It shows Omar and Lydia together, hugging and laughing ]
Samar: Hidden inside– Omar and one of the co-workers that I spoke with.
Ressler: What about it?
Samar: She said she didn’t know him.

 
[ Red and Dembe are seated in a pew in the church ] [ Dembe’s head is bowed ]
Dembe: It won’t come.
Red: What?
Dembe: Forgiveness. For Kate. For what I did.
Red: You did nothing.
Dembe: Exactly.

 
Dr Reifler: Your daughter is safe.
Liz: You’ve seen Agnes?
Dr Reifler: Alexander’s taking excellent care of her.
Liz: Where is she?
Dr Reifler: I don’t know. He moves so Reddington can’t find her. He’s protecting her from him. Do you know what he did to me– With your daughter being with a man capable of that kind of cruelty?
Liz: You could be asking me that about either of them.
Reifler: I can’t defend everything that Alexander has done. I can defend why he did it. Alexander’s a good man.

 
[ Red has been listening, walks up ]
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Red: Mind your bedside manners.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Dr Reifler: Hello? Yes. I understand. Go ahead. [ Writing ] Tell Mr. Kirk I’ll be there. Goodbye.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
[ Red looks at the slip of paper ]
Red: Dembe, please inform Edward we’re going to Geneva. Elizabeth, I need all the satellite intel the task force can get their hands on for this address, as well as schematics for the building.
Liz: Listen to me, this doesn’t need to be another one of your scorched-earth raids.
Red: What a curious concern for a mama grizzly going after her cub.

 
Samar: In my experience, when people lie about knowing the victim, they were involved in the murder.
Lydia: I wasn’t involved in Omar’s murder. I was involved with him.
Samar: So you lied to keep the affair a secret.
Lydia: Nobody at work knew about us or about what he was working on.
Samar: Which was?
Lydia: A desalination process. 600 million people don’t have access to clean water, and Omar invented a way to extract it from seawater that’s efficient and cheap and can be scaled to service entire cities.
Samar: Who else did Omar talk to about this?
Lydia: No one… until last weekend. He met this amazing guy. He knew everything about bringing an idea to market.

 
[ Silas listens as he dresses ]

Selfhelp tape: For a surefire self-confidence booster, groom yourself, dress nicely, stand tall, prepare.

 
Samar: Where did they meet?
Lydia: Where we took this photo– at the Inventors Expo in Trenton. He gave Omar hours of free advice, and Omar walked him through every step of the invention. If this guy, whoever he is, if he killed Omar and his wife… I could be next.

♪ ’cause we’re long gone, baby ♪

Lydia: I’m the only other person who knew what he was working on. You got to find this attorney.

 
Riley: Magnesium is more abundant, less reactive… and cheaper to produce than lithium.

♪ lay it on me ♪
♪ rock it to me ♪

[ At a convention, a young woman bumps into Silas, spilling her papers ]
Silas: Oh. I’m so sorry. Sorry about that. [ Picks up the papers ] There you go.
Riley Emerson: Thank you.
Silas: Hold on. This doesn’t say “patent pending.” You’re not pitching your invention without intellectual property protection?
Riley: Oh, no. I mean… yeah, I was. I know, I’m a huge moron, right?
Silas: Well, not if your idea sucks. If it’s brilliant, then, yeah, you’re a moron. Find good patent counsel. VCs won’t invest unless they know your technology’s protected.
Riley: Then protect me. You’re an attorney, right? I stood behind you in the lunch line, eavesdropped.
Silas: What’s your name?
Riley: Riley Emerson.
Silas: You have a working prototype, Riley Emerson?
Riley: Like you said, show no one until it’s patented.
Silas: Let me know if you want me to take a look. Maybe I can file the patent application pro bono. Here’s my cell. You’ll never get past my assistant. She’s there to protect me from people like you.

 
[ Vasily Komarov is sitting at a table in a park ] [ Tom sits down across from him ]
Vasily: What is this? Who are you?
Tom: Who I am doesn’t matter, Vasily. What matters is that you’re passing state secrets to the FBI through Annabelle Dixon.
Vasily: Please.
Tom: She works for the FBI, and she is your handler. Now, that is a fact that I’m prepared to keep secret if, and only if, you give me the SVR file on Alexander Kirk.
Vasily: I have no time for this.
Tom: Surveillance photos, signed confession witnessed by Special Agent Donald Ressler. Go ahead and ask her, and she’ll deny it. But by then, your reputation’s gonna be destroyed. All I’m asking for is intel on a man that your own government detests. So, I’ll give you one hour to decide whether you want to ruin his life or yours.

 
[ Keyboard keys clacking ] [ Computer chimes ]
Aram: Elise, hey. I, uh… I’m not really allowed to FaceTime at work.
Elise: Yeah, I know, well, but it’s kind of an emergency. Um… the dishwasher.
Aram: Whoa.
Elise: I know– disaster. I-I was trying to clean up– not– not that you’re a slob or anything. I’m not great with appliances, so if you don’t want your apartment to turn into a bubble bath, maybe you could help me out here.
Samar: Bad time?
Aram: Uh… no. Uh… Maybe.
Samar: The surveillance footage of Omar meeting our suspect– were you able to enhance the video?
Aram: Uh, yes, but not enough to run the image through a database. What I did find… was… this.
Samar: Business card– “Goodwin, Benham & Yates, LLP.”
Aram: It’s a DC law firm specializing in IP and patent law.
Samar: Charles T. Gellner. Okay. Looks like I will be paying Mr. Gellner a visit.
Aram: My dishwasher, it’s, um… super finicky. I, uh, almost always dry by hand.
Samar: I’m gonna go.
Aram: Right, I’m just saying it wasn’t her fault– the bubbles. FYI.

 
[ Door opens ]
Ressler: Charles Gellner? Agents Navabi and Ressler, FBI. We’re going to need you to come with us.
Gellner: Why? What’s the problem?
Ressler: This doesn’t concern you.
Gellner: I think it might.
Ressler: And why is that?
Gellner: Because I’m Charles Gellner.
Ressler: Well, Mr. Gellner, I’m afraid to tell you that someone’s stolen your identity.
Gellner: Well, what makes you think that?
Ressler: Uh, well, sir…
Samar: Because you’re black.
Gellner: Not a crime.

 
[ Silas’ workshop. On a long table are arranged the files of his past and future victims. Each pile has a separate cellphone on top. Silas is at his desk, using a syringe to inject poison into bottles of champaign ]
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Silas: Hello?
Riley: Mr. Wellington? Hey. This is Riley Emerson. We met in Boston.
Silas: Riley! Funny, I was just talking about you with my managing partner.
Riley: About whether I was brilliant or a moron?
Silas: About your idea. We think it’s very interesting. We’d like to talk about helping you out.
Riley: Oh, my God. That’s so great. Do you want to get together, let me show you the prototype?Silas: I’d like nothing more.

 
Ressler: Law firm checks out. Seems like Lindquist agents assume the identities of patent experts to lure inventors into revealing their ideas and their research.
Cooper: Cell number on the business card. Where are we on that?
Aram: Right, three of the numbers were hidden, so I had to run down a few hundred possible combinations– 246 to be exact. And in addition to two PTA presidents and an amazing doggy daycare, I found… this burner phone, and I had the cell carrier triangulate its location to this apartment building in Oak Hill.
Cooper: And how many people live in the building?
Aram: 112. But our suspect’s name is… Silas Gouldsberry.
Cooper: And how do you know that?
Aram: He is the only tenant who works for the US Patent Office.
Cooper: Get there now.

 
[ Cellphone ringing ] [ Cellphone beeps ]
Samar: Navabi.
Elise: Samar? Hi. Uh, I hope this isn’t weird, me calling you. Uh, my name is Elise. I’m a friend of Aram’s, and–
Samar: Elise. Hello. I hope you didn’t flood the apartment again.
Elise: He told you about that. [ Chuckles ] Why– Why wouldn’t he? He tells you everything. I’m a little jealous.
Samar: Is there something I can help you with?
Elise: From what I can tell, you know him so well, and point is, why I called, Aram, uh, his perfect date– what would that be?
Samar: Is that why you’re calling me? For dating advice?
Elise: Yeah, I mean, you’re his best friend. And after nearly destroying his place today, I… want to give him a night he’ll never forget. How would you do that?

 
[ In Red’s jet, on way to Geneva ]
Liz: He admires Kirk, says he’s a good man.
Red: He shouldn’t. And he’s not.
Liz: I’m in the middle. Between you and Kirk, between Tom and Kirk. Can you at least admit how difficult that is?
Red: No. It’s only difficult if you accept the premise that Kirk is your father. I don’t.
Liz: At the church, what was Dembe praying for?
Red: Salvation… that will never come.

 
[ Ressler leads a raid on Silas’ apartment ]
Ressler: FBI! Federal agents!
Man: Kitchen’s clear. Bathroom’s clear.
Ressler: Clear.
Man: Bedroom’s clear. Down that hall.
Ressler: Some kind of a directory of registered patent attorneys and patent agents. He’s got half a dozen doctored IDs with matching business cards– patent agents, angel investor, patent attorney. Charles Gellner. What’s that?
Samar: His next victim.

 
Riley: A magnesium battery is the holy grail of energy storage. Everyone and their mother is working on one. But no one could find a magnesium-friendly electrolyte. Yeah, that’s the stuff that–
Silas: The material that allows the ions to flow between electrodes.
Riley: Hey, you know your stuff.
Silas: [ Chuckles ] And you, all of 24, have cracked it. That is pretty young to be a billionaire.
⋘⋙
[ Samar and Ressler in SUV. Samar is trying to reach Riley ]
[ Cellphone rings ] [ Cellphone beeps ]
Recording: This is Riley. Leave a message.
Samar: Riley, this is Special Agent Samar Navabi with the FBI. We have reason to believe you may be in danger.

 
Silas: I am gonna file for expedited status on the patent application. Now, anyone who knows anything about this is gonna have to sign a nondisclosure, and that includes me.
Riley: I haven’t really had anyone else to tell.
[ Silas pours champaign. Riley drinks ]
Riley: You know, you’re the first person to ever really believe in me. Thank… [ Coughing ]
Silas: You okay there?
Riley: Yeah. No, I’m getting sick– [ Coughing ]
Silas: I don’t think you are. [ Gasping ]
[ Silas starts car engine ]
Silas: So stupid. You should never use a car engine to power anything in a garage with no ventilation.

 
[ Ressler and Samar’s vehicle approaches ] [ Tires screech ] [ Silas takes off running ]
Samar: There’s a car running.
[ Samar discovers Riley in the garage coughing and breathing heavily ]
Ressler: I got it.
Samar: Ressler! [ To Riley: ] It’s okay. [ Shouts: ] Ressler! Got her!
Riley: [ Coughing ]
Samar: The car.
[ Ressler shuts engine off ]
Ressler: [ Calls ] I need an ambulance, 310 North View Drive.
[ Samar is giving Riley CPR ]

 
Red: During World War II, the Oeuvre de Secours aux Enfants smuggled Jewish children out of France to Switzerland. This was one of their staging areas. Now it’s mine.
[ Guns clicking ]
Liz: Are you planning an extraction or a land war in Asia?
Red: My plan is to make contact with you as soon as Alexander Kirk is in my possession.
Liz: What do you mean? I’m going with you.
Red: Given your conflicted feelings for Kirk, I believe that would be unwise.
Liz: I gave you the satellite intel on Kirk’s location. I’m the reason you’re able to get him.
Red: Which I appreciate, but as you said, you’re in the middle. Given our mission, that’s not a point of view we can indulge.
Liz: I’m not going anywhere.
Red: My point exactly.

 
[ At the Patent Office ]
Samar: I have a subpoena here for Silas Gouldsberry’s phone, computer, and employment records. And I need you to revoke his employee access card.
HR manager: I can revoke the card, but it won’t do you much good.
Samar: Why is that?
HR manager: He’s in the building.
[ Telephone rings ]
Cooper: Agent Navabi, what do you know?
Samar: He’s here– Gouldsberry. He swiped in two minutes ago.
Cooper: You have a visual?
Samar: No, but the security has been alerted and the building is in lockdown.
Cooper: We’ll set a perimeter. Agent Ressler, get there now.

 
[ Security guard recognizes Silas ]
Guard: [ On phone ] I have a visual– basement, sector 5. Sir–
[ Silas shoots the guard 💥 ] [ People screaming ]
[ Card reader beeps ] [ Silas enters server room. His boss is there ]
Silas’ Boss: Hey, buttercup. Glad you could make it. Now we–
[ Silas shoots him 💥 ] [ People screaming ] [ Silas shoots at ceiling 💥💥💥 ]
Silas: Everyone on the ground!
⋘⋙
[ Another guard accompanying Samar unlocks the door with card reader ] [ Beeps ] [ A trail of blood leads to a glassed in room ]
Samar: What’s on the other side of that glass?
Guard: Server room.
Samar: Call for backup.
⋘⋙
[ Silas gets on the computer ] [ Beeps ] [ Silas begins transferring files ]
Samar: Silas Gouldsberry? FBI. You’ve gotten yourself cornered in there, Silas, and you’re looking for a way out. Let me help you.
Silas: I don’t need your help.
Samar: Sure, you do. What do you want?
Silas: I want money. $20 million in unmarked bills. Nonconsecutive serial numbers. In 30 minutes, or I start shooting the hostages.
[ People whimpering ]

 
[ Red is pointing out his plan on a map. Baz looks on ]
Red: Kirk’s medical suite is being set up off the Rue Baulacre. He’ll have a man stationed on the perimeter here…
[ At that location a guard is shot 💥]
Guard: Aah! .
Red: ..here…
[ And another💥] Ugh!
Red: …and at least two covering the south entrance here
[ Men shown being wrestled to the ground ]
Red: I want everyone to memorize the layout of the interior. I don’t want any missteps.
Reifler: Excuse me. There are three medical personnel in there, all good men and women. You can’t hurt them.
Red: I’m sorry, Dr. Reifler, but you’re not part of the planning committee.

 
[ At the garage where the sting is taking place ]
[ Rapid gunfire 💥💥💥 💥💥💥 ]
[ Red and Reifler enter ]
Red: As requested, Doctor, your medical team, safe and sound. Bravo.
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Kirk: [ On phone ] Dr. Reifler?
Dr. Reifler: Yes, Alexander.
Kirk: I’m here. We just passed Rue du Clos. We’ll be right there.
Reifler: Very good. [ Cellphone beeps ] He’s five minutes out.
Red: In five.

 
Vasily: I need assurances that your evidence will be destroyed, and your word as an agent is definitely not satisfactory.
Tom: Well, that’s good because I’m not an agent or a spook, and SVR did not ask me to find out whether or not you’re compromised, which we both know you’re not.
Vasily: What then? Who are you?
Tom: I’m a dad. Alexander Kirk took my little girl. And I’ll do anything to get her back. So, if you pick up your hand and that is your intel on Kirk, then on the life of my daughter, you have my word that my intel on you will be destroyed.

 
Liz: [ On phone ] You’re never gonna believe what I’m doing.
Tom: The lead Ressler gave me?
Liz: Nothing– We found Kirk. He’s in Geneva. Our first lead and Reddington literally leaves me behind with a couple of armed guards.
Tom: What do you mean Geneva?
Liz: That’s where Kirk’s meeting his doctor. He’s headed there now.
Tom: No, he’s not. He’s in Russia.
Liz: What are you talking about?
Tom: The lead Ressler gave me. It panned out. I got the SVR file on Kirk. They had actionable intel–
Liz: That Kirk’s in Russia?
Tom: This morning. They raided a safe house, but he was gone.
Liz: I need to call you back.
⋘⋙
[ A car enters the garage ] [ Dembe’s cellphone rings ]
Liz: Put him on.
Dembe: [ To Red ] Elizabeth.
Liz: Tell him it’s a trap. You’re walking into a trap
Dembe: [ To Red ] She says this is a setup.
[ Red and Dembe pause and Red takes a few steps back. Red takes the phone, flips it shut and hands it to Dembe ]
[ 💥🔥💥Explosion 💥🔥💥 ]
[ Red and Dembe are thrown back by the force of the explosion ]

 
Cooper: Laurel, now is not a good time.
Laurel Hitchin: Yeah, I know. That’s why I’m here. The patent office– I want an update.
Cooper: 20 hostages– 1 wounded, 1 dead– barricaded into a server room. The demand is $20 million. We have 22 minutes before he starts shooting again.
Hitchin: And the inventions, the ones he kills for, where are they?
Cooper: How do you know about that?
Laurel: I’m the National Security Advisor, Harold. It’s my job to know about anything that impacts national security, and it’s my understanding they do.

 
[ Red, Dembe and Dr Reifler survived the blast with only minor cuts ]
Red: How did he know? How did Kirk know?
Dr Reifler: I don’t know. It wasn’t me, okay? I-I was with you the whole time.
Red: Attend to my men.
[ Cellphone ringing. Dembe holds out phone for Red ]
Dembe: Raymond.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Red: Yeah.
Liz: What happened? Is everyone okay?
Red: No. Men are dead, others gravely injured… because someone warned Kirk.
Liz: You don’t think… I called to warn you.
Red: I know that.
Liz: You don’t sound convinced.
Red: We’re at cross purposes, Elizabeth. Not about Agnes. About Agnes, we’re in lock step. But about Kirk– about who he is and what he wants– we’re… at odds.
Liz: But that’s because you can’t seem to accept that Kirk has answers to questions I’ve been asking my entire life.
Red: Your call saved my life. Thank you.
[ Cellphone beeps ]

 
Samar: Silas… what condition is your wounded hostage in?
Silas: Better than he deserves.
Samar: I see a lot of blood loss out here, Silas. Why don’t you send him out?
Silas: Where’s my money?
Samar: I’m working on it, but that amount of money takes time. “Better than he deserves.” What did you mean by that?
Silas: You ever invented anything? You ever experience that moment of discovery? It’s a revelation.
Samar: And the man you shot?
Silas: Will never know what that feels like. But I do. I’ve come up with an idea that doesn’t need a patent. An idea that is going to change the world.
Samar: I don’t see anything world-altering about what you’re doing, Silas.
Silas: Oh, you will do. In 19 minutes.

 
Cooper: What are we looking at?
Aram: I’ve got access to the Patent Office’s server’s infrastructure, and there is a major alert from the TCP retries counter, meaning someone is uploading data. Like– like, a ton of it.
Hitchin: Why do you think it’s Gouldsberry? Can you see what’s being uploaded?
Aram: Uh, no, but I can– I can see how long it’s gonna take. Another 14 minutes– same timetable he gave Agent Navabi to get the money.
Cooper: Money he could’ve made 10 times over by selling the invention he has on the open market.
Hitchin: So, the demand is a smokescreen. For what?
Cooper: Aram, if he had enough schematics, could uploading them possibly take this long?
Aram: Sure, maybe, but if he did that, then they’d become available… to the many at the expense of the few. He’s open-sourcing them.
Cooper: Is HRT in place?
Aram: Yes.
Hitchin: Send it in now.
Cooper: If I do that, hostages will die.
Hitchin: If you don’t, national security will be compromised.
Cooper: We can’t be sure of that.
Hitchin: Harold, the ideas he has are revolutionary, right– in medicine and in energy, and, for all you know, in computers and next-gen weaponry. You really want to open-source that to Russia, China, Iran, and North Korea?
Cooper: What I want is to let this play out for another 13 minutes, see if it can be resolved without a bloodbath.
Hitchin: That’s not a risk I’m willing to take. Send in the breach order or I will.

 
Silas: I was 23 when I sold my first invention– was gonna be a star. Company that bought it, they had a plan. We were gonna save lives and change the world. Three weeks after signing it over, they killed it, shelved my idea for the sake of their bottom line. After that, I’d tell anyone who cared to listen what happened to me. I warned them, but they didn’t see the censorship. All they saw was the payday, the money.
⋘⋙
Ressler: Teams in position?
HRT man: Perimeters are set. We enter from the south on your ready.
⋘⋙
Silas: People start out with a pure idea. It gets corrupted. So that’s why I came to work here, so I could be exposed to breakthrough technologies and prevent them falling victim to corporate greed. You think I’m trying to suppress inventions? I’m doing the exact opposite. That’s my great idea. I’m gonna set them free.
Samar: I can’t let you do that, Silas.
Silas: In eight minutes, it’ll be done. You enter before that… [ Gun cocks ] …the hostages die.
[ Whimpering, crying ]

 
Hitchin: Call in the order, Harold, or that countdown represents what’s left of your career.
Cooper: I’m not sending my men in guns blazing.
Aram: Sir, I think I have another way.
[ Ressler, who is on-site, has been listening in ]
Ressler: Fire-suppression system?
Aram: Yes, if you manually set it off, the safety override should automatically open the doors. You should be able to access the system from a utility module in the fire panel.
⋘⋙
Ressler: All right, Aram. Talk to me.
Aram: There should be a circuit board on the lower right corner.
Samar: Aram, what the hell is going on?
Aram: Uh, yeah, hold on. W-We’re working on it.
Samar: Hold on? We have less than a minute.
Ressler: All right, I found the circuit board. What do I do?
Aram: Agent Navabi. We’re gonna kill the power to the fire system. Doing so will release a fire-suppression agent. It’s an inert gas, so it’s safe, but you might have a problem with …
Ressler: Aram!
Aram: Oh! Uh, the plug with two red wires just below the green blinking light, pull that– pull it now!
Samar: A problem with what, Aram?
Aram: … Visibility.
[ Alarm wailing ] [ Gas fills the server room ] [ Screaming ]
Samar: Drop it!
[ Samar and Silas draw firearms ] [ Gunshot 💥 ] [ Silas falls ]
Aram: Okay, don’t pull out the flash drive. To corrupt the entire zipped file, hit “Abort” on the data-transfer dialogue.
[ Coughing ]
Samar: Yes!
Ressler: Phew.

 
[ Door opens ]
Liz: We didn’t get Agnes.
Tom: I know. I talked to Ressler. This, um, SVR report, when I talked to you earlier, I hadn’t finished reading it.
Liz: Did you find something about Agnes?
Tom: No.
Liz: Then what difference does it make?
Tom: It’s about you. And your father.
Liz: What’s this?
Tom: It’s a DNA report.

 
[ Ressler and Samar enter Cooper’s office ]
Cooper: Here they are.
Hitchin: Hey, you did great work today.
Ressler: What’s she doing here?
Cooper: You have the data file?
Samar: I wish I could meet all the people who dreamed up what’s on here. Every one of them killed for no other reason than the power of their imagination.
[ Cooper gives flash drive to Hitchin ]
Ressler: You know who she is and you’re gonna give her that?
Hitchin: Yes, Agent Ressler, he does. But apparently you’ve forgotten. “She” is your boss’s boss’s boss’s boss.
Ressler: Well, my boss’s boss’s boss’s boss is a killer. See, I know you murdered Reven Wright, and one day, I’m gonna prove it.
Hitchin: Harold, I’ll give the President your regards. [ To Ressler: ] Excuse me. Thank you.

 
[ In Red’s Mercedes ]
Hitchin: You sure that’s the only invention you’re interested in?
Red: Yes.
Hitchin: ‘Cause I’ve seen the rest and they’re incredible.
Red: Mm. Good afternoon, Laurel.
Hitchin: All right.
Red: Per our agreement, no friends and family discount. Our compatriots on the Cabal pay full market value. My cut is 50%. That sounds greedy. 45%.

[ Stu Larsen’s ♫ “By the River” plays ]
♪ ooh ♪
♪ hey ♪

[ Door closes ]
Odette: [ To Kirk ] Our asset made contact. Reddington survived.

♪ ooh ♪

Ressler: Seen Aram? I need his report.
Samar: He left early.
Ressler: Right. Date night. Did she order takeout from Pacos Tacos?
Samar: Oh, yeah, and a ginger beer and crispy beef from Ho Kow… and chicken from that disgusting Italian place he likes. That place got a “B.”
Ressler: [ Chuckles ] She’s really working it.
Samar: If he likes her, I’m happy for him… but there’s something about her that bugs me.
Ressler: Yeah, it’s terrible. She’s actually nice to him. I mean, personally, I hate it when cute girls buy me crispy beef.
Samar: She may be cute, but trust me, she’ll age badly.
Ressler: I’ve been to that Italian place. They dump garlic on everything. You know, that was kind of a genius move, you telling her to go there.
Samar: It wasn’t a move.
Ressler: He’s never gonna want to kiss her with chicken garlic breath.
Samar: Okay, that’s just gross, Ressler.
Ressler: That’s what I’m saying. You got nothing to worry about.
Samar: I’m not worried.

♪ hey ♪
♪ ooh, something fell apart in me ♪
♪ ooh, as I watched my soul depart from me ♪

[ Red is seated, having dinner and drinking wine. Liz walks in. She is angry ]
Liz: You lied to me about everything.
Red: May I pour you a glass of this delicious Aglianico?

♪ ooh, now I fade into eternity ♪

[ Liz gives Red a sheet of paper ]
Red: What’s this?
Liz: A DNA report. Proof that Alexander Kirk is my father. You told me my father was dead, that I killed him. Everything you’ve said from the start, from the very beginning… all lies.
[ Liz scoffs. She takes the report and stomps out ]
[ Red’s left eye twitches ]

♪ hey ♪

 
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SONGS

♫ Different Drum
By Linda Ronstad and Stone Poneys

♪ You and I travel to the beat of a different drum
Oh can’t you tell by the way I run
Every time you make eyes at me
Wo-oh

♪ You cry and moan and say it will work out
But honey child I’ve got my doubts
You can’t see the forest for the trees

♪ Oh don’t get me wrong
It’s not that I knock it
It’s just that I am not in the market
For a boy who wants to love only me

♪ Yes, and I ain’t saying you ain’t pretty
All I’m saying is I’m not ready
For any person place or thing
To try and pull the reins in on me

♪ So good-bye I’ll be leaving
I see no sense in this crying and grieving
We’ll both live a lot longer
If you live without me

♪ Oh don’t get me wrong
It’s not that I knock it
It’s just that I am not in the market
For a boy who wants to love only me

♪ Yes, and I ain’t saying you ain’t pretty
All I’m saying is I’m not ready
For any person place or thing
To try and pull the reins in on me

♪ So good-bye I’ll be leaving
I see no sense in this crying and grieving
We’ll both live a lot longer
If you live without me

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2eaZkVS
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♫ By the River
By Stu Larsen
… (New) …
Purchase Info: http://bit.ly/2dK18G8

 
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🔴 Script 4:6 The Thrushes (№ 53)

 
Program air date: 10/27/2016 in the US
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Director: Terrence O’Hara
Written by: Daniel Knauf, Dave Metzger
 

⭕ Script 4:6 The Thrushes (№ 53)

Blurb: Red has a plan to draw out Alexander Kirk (aka Constantin Rostov), who Red and Liz have discovered has hacked into the task force’s computers. Red suspects a group named the Thrushes performed the difficult technical feat. Liz remains torn between Kirk and Red. Liz and Tom’s baby, Agnes, becomes a pawn in game of charades in which no one but Liz knows her true intentions.

 
[ Minsk, Belarus ]
René Le Bron: The President of the United States is not God, gentlemen. His judgment is not final. He has judged you to be human rights violators, drug traffickers, impediments to democracy, and he has signed Executive Order 13405, freezing 760 million Euros of your money. My judgment is that you are sanctioned businessmen with no cash to run your business. So… 600 million Euros, secured on a tarmac a plane less than 14 kilometers from this room. Your money, gentlemen. To do with as you please. Infrastructure, weapons, medicine, sex, drugs, rock and roll… It matters not to me. All I ask in return is a market rate on the loan until your assets are unfrozen. At which point, you will transfer them to me.
Man: You offer 600 million and expect 760 million when sanctions are lifted?
Le Bron: Yes. 160 million… plus interest. For substituting my judgment for the president’s. You can keep the plane.

 
[ Elevator bell dings ] [ Muzak plays ] [ Elevator bell dings ] [ Laughter ] [ Speaking native language ] [ Elevator door closes ] [ The group that just boarded quickly put down Le Bron’s group, leaving only Le Bron standing ]
Le Bron: I have three-quarters of a billion in cash parked at MSQ. If you let me go now, it’s yours.
Oscar: Do you, now? My team seized that money 30 seconds after you cut the feed to the conference room. Can we keep the plane?
[ Oscar’s men put a white sack over Le Bron’s head and lead him off the elevator ]
⋘⋙
[ Red in his Mercedes ]
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Red: Hello, Oscar. I trust you secured the package.
Oscar: And his cargo. Shall I deduct the balance of my fee from the cash at hand?
Red: Yes. And direct a generous contribution in Le Bron’s name to the Belarusian Refugee Fund.
Oscar: All of it?
Red: Don’t be absurd. Oh, and, Oscar, that plane is mine.

 
[ Red briefs the task force ]
Red: Iranian mullahs, Mexican cartels, radical despots… Your government declares them enemies and freezes their assets to influence their behavior. Economic sanctions are relatively easy to implement and historically effective. Until now. Agent Navabi, would you be so kind? [ Mouse clicking ] René Le Bron… Financier of terrorist states and criminal organizations. When your government freezes their assets, Le Bron offers them sizable loans, rendering the sanctions toothless and affording the bad actors the ability to continue conducting business as usual. When the sanctions are lifted, Le Bron makes a hefty profit by pocketing the frozen assets he insisted his borrowers put up as collateral.
Ressler: Brilliant idea. Sick, but brilliant.
Red: Yes, Donald. Truth be told, I’m disappointed I didn’t think of it.
Liz: Why bother when you can have us arrest him and then take his place?
Red: Good point.
Aram: Sorry. Did I miss something? I-Is this about going after Kirk and…
Liz: Finding my daughter? No, it isn’t. Apparently, empire building takes precedence.
Red: Alexander Kirk is a client of Le Bron’s. After your government froze Kirk’s assets, he turned to Le Bron for a loan.
Liz: You’re always giving us someone’s six degrees of separation from Kirk.
Red: I intercepted Le Bron in Minsk closing a deal. He’s willing to cooperate, but on a condition I am powerless to fulfill… Immunity from prosecution.
Ressler: So you think that he’ll cooperate in exchange for witness protection?
Red: Well, one can hardly expect unconditional virtue from creatures like René Le Bron.
Liz. So I’ve learned.
Cooper: I’ll have to clear immunity with Cynthia Panabaker. Ressler, Navabi, Aram, clear the logistics for transfer of custody. Keen, a word.
⋘⋙
Cooper: I can’t pretend to know the stress you’re under. But from where I sit, he’s doing everything in his power to find Agnes.
Liz: And kill Kirk.
Cooper: You have a problem with that?
Liz: Alexander Kirk is my father.
Cooper: You have proof?
Liz: Yes. DNA evidence of who my father is and who’s been lying to me for the past three years.
Cooper: As I said, I don’t know how you bear it, but we have a job to do, and we can’t do it unless you can work with Reddington.
Liz: I’ll do my job, but I am done cozying up to that snake.
[ Door slams ]

 
Samar: Tough morning.
Aram: Here. This should lift the mood. I got some… leftover lemon chicken, Ho Kow crispy beef. We are gonna have it for lunch.
Samar: Uh, thanks, but I’m good.
Aram: I’ve also got Paco’s Tacos.
Samar: She really went all out.
Aram: It’s why I’m late. I, uh… Wait. How’d you know?
Samar: Obviously no one would buy all that for themselves. She clearly wants to make a good impression.
Aram: Yeah. Yeah, I guess.
Samar: Is that a problem?
Aram: No, uh… [ Chuckles ] She’s beautiful and smart. She’s an 11. I mean, I’m a 6, 4 on most days. Don’t get me wrong. I am going to enjoy it, but… something is up. Maybe I’m her rebound guy, or she’s got three months to live or…
Samar: Or maybe she thinks you’re a handsome, smart, incredibly nice guy who’s easy to be around.
Aram: Really? You think so?
Samar: No. But she might.

 
Cooper: Cynthia Panabaker.
Panabaker: Harold, do tell me you can still sit in for poker night. I simply cannot afford another empty chair.
Harold: Still on as far as I know. I’ve got some good news. Major break in the Kirk case, but I’m gonna need immunity for the informant.
Panabaker: Name?
Cooper: René Le Bron.

 
[ In front of a vast computer array, a tech guy has been listening in on Cooper’s discussion with
Panabaker ]
[ Dialing ]
Odette: Yes, what is it?
Kirk tech guy: Yeah, we got a problem.

 
[ Odette enters sauna room where Kirk is shrouded in a white terry robe ]
Odette: I just received confirmation from the Farm. Reddington was behind the Le Bron abduction. If the FBI manages to turn him, they can track and seize all of your remaining assets. Shall I deal with it? I’ve already acquired the details of his transport.
Kirk: Yeah. Anything else?
Odette: It appears the seeds of doubt you sowed in Masha have taken root.
Kirk: It’s time to reach out. Take adequate precautions.
Odette: Adequate precautions? She’s a key consultant for the FBI.
Kirk: Yes. And she’s my daughter.

[ ♪ Wand’s “Fire on the Mountain” plays ]
♪ Fire burns on the mountain top ♪
♪ West Coast fallen in the ocean ♪
♪ In a capsule underground ♪
♪ I sit trying to forget ♪
♪ Stop sending open threats ♪

[ Baz and another of Red’s men release Le Bron from his restraints. The white sack goes back on his head ]
[ A cavalcade of FBI and police vehicles speed toward the rendezvous point.
[ Tires screech ]
[ Atop a building, a sniper assembles his weapon ]
[ Le Bron and captors as well as Ressler, Samar and FBI unit arrive at the rendezvous point for the prisoner exchange ]

♪ Throw them in the lake ♪
♪ Where the mountain sits ♪
♪ Burning everyone ♪
♪ Oh-oh ♪ (music slows)
♪ Oh ♪ …

[ A single shot 💥 from the high powered rifle hits Le Bron in the head, killing him instantly ]
Man: Get down!
[ Everyone ducks for cover. The sniper on the rooftop disappears ]
[ Music resumes ]

♪ She can see deep inside of you ♪ …

[ Red in Mercedes, answers phone ]
Red: Yes?
Cooper: We lost the asset. Single shot. Fatal. It appears as if the shooter gave us the slip.
Red: Thank you, Harold.
[ Red clicks phone shut ]

♪ Throw yourself from the mountain ♪

Red: [ To Dembe ] Le Bron is dead. Right on schedule. Time to send out the invitations.

♪ Let your mind meet sky ♪

[ Elise wakes in Aram’s bed ]
Aram: Good morning.
Elise: How long were you staring at me?
Aram: All night.
[ Both chuckle ] [ Kisses ]
[ Doorbell buzzes ] [ Aram goes to door, looks through peephole ]

[ ♪ Oingo Boingo’s “Dead Man’s Party” plays ]
♪ I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go ♪

Pizza Delivery Boy: Nick’s Pizzas.

♪ Walkin’ with a dead man over my shoulder ♪
♪ I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go ♪

 
[ Aram, Ressler, Samar and Cooper each receive an early morning pizza with a card attached to the inside of the cover reading: ]

Your car will arrive at 7:30 a.m. sharp.
Your discretion is required. – R

♪ Waitin’ for an invitation to arrive ♪
♪ It’s a dead man’s party ♪

[ Red’s tech guy, Chester, greets Cooper, Ressler, Samar and Aram, takes their invitation cards and guides them through security ]
Chester: And welcome. Hi. Uh, okay.

♪ Who could ask for more? ♪

Chester: So, um, electronics, all electronics.

♪ Everybody’s comin’ ♪

Chester: Phones. This is like airport security.

♪ Leave your body at the door ♪

Chester: One at a time, put your arms up for me.

♪ Leave your body and soul ♪

Chester: Okay, next.

♪ At the door ♪

Chester: You’re good, miss. Thank you. Just close the door behind you, sir. Next.

♪ Ow ♪

Red: Welcome to the past. This space is impregnable to every frequency of wireless transmission, including microwaves. Every piece of equipment you see is analog. Our sole concession to the digital revolution is a Ms. Pac-Man machine in the break room.
Cooper: But why?
Red: Because I like Ms. Pac-Man.
Cooper: No. Why this… museum?
[ Liz enters ]
Liz: We’ve been breached.
Cooper: Wait a minute. You two have been working together on this?
Liz: Yes. Our public disagreement was staged for Kirk’s benefit.
Aram: You think he’s got a tap into the Post Office?
Red: I know it. René Le Bron’s death was proof.
Ressler: You sicced us on Le Bron as a test. You knew that if Kirk was listening and he heard that we were going after Le Bron, he’d try to get to him first.
Red: We set the bait. He took it.
Cooper: A human sacrifice.
Red: I prefer the term “tethered goat.” Besides, Harold, the man was a degenerate, and his death denies pariah states access to ready cash, putting teeth back in the sanctions your country imposes with such tumescence.
Samar: So we have a mole. Who?
Liz: Not who.
Samar: What.
Liz: Our system. It’s been hacked.
Aram: Impossible. We’ve got more firewalls than the NSA’s Utah Data Center. And I personally turn it inside-out every morning. It is a bit-banger’s nightmare. Unhackable.
Red: Which tells us exactly who the culprits are… The Thrushes, a crew that hacks the unhackable. Created in 1982 by a charismatic Bulgarian genius… [ To Samar, stepping behind her ] Excuse me, sweetheart… Plemen Radkov. He was arrested in 1986 by the KGB and died seven months later in a Siberian gulag.
Liz: After that, The Thrushes went underground. Their specialty is not only cracking systems, but doing so without leaving a trace of their intrusion.
Red: The Thrushes choose their clientele based on two criteria… Cash and the technical challenge of the hack.
Liz: 2009… The Ankara-Istanbul high-speed railway system. Faulty ultrasound software failed to detect stress fractures, leading to a disastrous test run, costing the Turkish government billions.
[ The old manual slide projector jams ]
Red: Chester.
Chester: Oh, crap. Crappers. Sorry. I got it. Crap, crap. I got it.
Liz: Last year… a top-secret nuclear fuel enrichment plant outside of Jaipur, India. Motor-speed variations destroyed 1,200 industrial centrifuges.
Samar: A colleague at the British Embassy was lead on that case. 38 people died, thousands were exposed to radiation, but they never found evidence of a hack.
Red: In both cases, powerful interests stood to gain. And now Alexander Kirk. Full access to all voice and digital transmissions generated by the very people dedicated to taking him down.
Cooper: I’ve heard enough. Shut down the system.
Red: No, Harold, this presents a unique opportunity to feed Kirk disinformation.
Liz: Like the conversation we had in your office. If Kirk thinks I’m done with Reddington, he might reach out.
Cooper: Or he might not. And in the meantime, you’re asking me to allow a terrorist organization continued access to classified data.
Ressler: Look, this goes way beyond our operation. Our system’s connected to the NSA, the CIA, State, the White House.
Cooper: If we were to do this, I’d have to clear it with Panabaker. Samar, reach out to your contact at the embassy. Review the Jaipur incident top to bottom. Aram, go to the Post Office. Call the NSA and tear our system apart. Discreetly. We don’t want them to think that we’re onto them, but put every line of code under a microscope. We have to find these hackers now.

 
Ressler: You know, that little act of yours between you and Reddington had me going.
Liz: Oh, it wasn’t an act. I’m only putting up with Reddington and his lies until we get Agnes back.

 
Cynthia Panabaker: Harold, you are one bubble off plumb if you think I’m gonna sit back while heaven knows how many horses run out of the barn.
Cooper: It’s the best chance we have of apprehending Alexander Kirk.
Panabaker: This represents a five-alarm fire to national security.
Cooper: Which is why we can’t shut down our system. The only hope we have of learning how deeply we’ve been penetrated is to identify The Thrushes. We shut down our system now, they’ll know we’re onto them and rabbit.
Panabaker: Okay, Harold. Let them run out some line. But you best keep your thumb tight on the drag, or you’re like to find a bird’s nest on your reel. Understand?
Cooper: Not a word. Absolute gibberish.
Panabaker: Well, let me translate. Don’t screw up.

 
[ In The Hunter’s cabin ]
[ Dog barking ] [ Shivering ] [ Kate Kaplan groans ] [ Chain rattles ]
[ Door opens ] [ Door closes ] [ The Hunter pulls up a chair to talk to Kate ]
Hunter: I been thinking. You and I, we, uh… We got a problem. Way I see it, whoever shot you is gonna shoot somebody else and dump them where they dumped you and see you’re not there. And he’s gonna come a-lookin’. Or… somebody reports you missing. And the cops come a-lookin’. Or… I just let you go, and you talk about what happened here, and… whoever you talk to comes a-lookin’. And I don’t like visitors. So, what I’m trying to figure out is, what exactly am I gonna do with you?
Kate: [ Raspy whisper ] No one… is coming….
Hunter: Is that a fact?
Kate: I tried to kill myself.
Hunter: Well, where’s the gun?
Kate: Somewhere back in the woods.
Hunter: Well, I don’t suppose you could lead me to it.
Kate: [ Exhales sharply ] I can’t remember. I… crawled away.
Hunter: Well, you left a trail. I’m a tracker. We’ll see.

 
[ Red and Chester are adjusting the video monitors at Tom and Liz’s apartment in the back of a warehouse ]
Red: I think camera two a smidge to the left.
[ Door opens. Liz enters ]
Chester: Juicy Deucey.
Red: [ To Liz: ] Hello.
Chester: A hair to the left, please. No, your other left. Genius. No.
Red: He’s still not…
Chester: I… I got it. I got it. Got it, got it, got it, got it. Hey…
Red: [ To Liz: ] Chester’s made some significant upgrades to your security. He’s an absolute marvel.
Liz: How nice. All I need now is a barbed-wire fence and guard towers.
Red: Any word from Kirk?
Liz: You mean my father?
Red: Honestly, Elizabeth, it astounds me that you could be hornswoggled by something as simple to fabricate as a DNA profile.
Liz: Not just the DNA. It’s memories… Places I recognize, things we did together. A time capsule we buried in the yard that no one else would know about.
Red: Just because he was your mother’s husband doesn’t make him your father.
Liz: You know what you sound like? Desperate. Just a suspect caught in a lie.
Red: I have never lied to you.
[ Cellphone vibrates ]
Liz: Yes? This is she. I’ll be along shortly. Thanks.
[ Hangs up ]
Liz: [ To Red ] That was a shoe-repair shop in Georgetown I’ve never even heard of. He says I left my phone there.
Red: Kirk.

 
[ Liz emerges from the shoe repair shop and jumps into the Mercedes next to Red ]
Liz: There’s only one number saved. International prefix 40.
[ Dialing ]
Red: Romania. No doubt untraceable.
[ Liz dials as Red listens in ]
⋘⋙
[ Cellphone rings ]
[ Cellphone beeps ] [ Odette hands phone to Kirk ]
Kirk: Masha.
Liz: Tell me about Agnes.
Kirk: She’s healthy. She’s happy. Can’t wait to see her mother.
Liz: You could make that happen.
Kirk: I want to. But as long as you refuse to shield her from Reddington, I can’t.
Liz: I got your SVR file. Your DNA profile was in it. I know you’re my father.
Kirk: Then you know Reddington lied to you from the beginning.
Liz: Yes.
Kirk: There’s no reason why we shouldn’t be together.
Liz: What are you suggesting?
Kirk: A meeting. Just the two of us and Agnes.
Liz: That won’t be easy. Reddington has his goons guarding me 24/7.
Kirk: Because he doesn’t trust you. I’ll work something out, contact you.
Liz: [ Speaks Russian ]
Kirk: [ Speaks Russian ]
[ Hangs up ]
Red: You were very convincing.
Liz: That’s because I meant every word.

 
Odette: I don’t trust her.
Kirk; You trust no one. That’s why you’re so valuable to me. But in this matter, I do urge you to trust me and my judgment.

 
[ The Hunter and his dog are at the end of the road in the forest where Red, Kaplan and Dembe had stepped out of the Mercedes. The Hunter uses a long stick to lower an old camera from a tree ]

 
[ Samar and her contact at the British Embassy are reviewing photos of the devastation caused by a computer virus at the top-secret nuclear fuel enrichment plant outside of Jaipur, India ]
British Embassy Security Expert: Our case file on Jaipur. Everything we have on The Thrushes… which is nothing.
Samar: No source code? No traceable malware?
Security Expert: Quite the opposite. The cheeky bastards actually debugged the system before uploading the virus. Of that, of course, there wasn’t a trace.
Samar: How does a computer virus do this?
Security Expert: By taking operational control of the plant, causing speed variations in the centrifuges, leading to catastrophic failure and the release of pressurized uranium hexafluoride gas.
Samar: They were all engineers?
Security Expert: 38 murders that are impossible to solve.
[ Samar notices that one of the photos is of Elise, Aram’s new girlfriend ]
Samar: Unless only 37 were killed.
Security Expert: What do you mean?
Samar: This victim is not an engineer, and she is most certainly not dead.

 
[ Cooper, Ressler and Samar are meeting in an interrogation room ]
Ressler: I knew she was too hot for him.
Samar: When Aram finds out, he’s going to be crushed.
Ressler: Yeah, and then he’s gonna wear his heart on his sleeve, and his little girlfriend here is gonna know that we’re onto her.
Samar: We can’t keep this from him.
Cooper: That’s exactly what we’re gonna do. Our objective is to feed The Thrushes disinformation in order to draw out Kirk. The only way we can do that is by keeping Aram in the dark so he doesn’t tip our hand.
Samar: Or you can let me interrogate her. Five minutes, and I’ll have Kirk on a platter.
Cooper: Maybe, but it would only take Kirk two minutes to find out that we’re onto him and then we lose him and The Thrushes and any hope that we have of assessing how badly the breach of the Post Office has damaged national security.
⋘⋙
[ Aram appears, disheveled and distraught ]
Cooper: Aram.
Samar: Are you all right? What’s wrong?
Aram: Everything. Everything’s wrong. Sir, I did as you ordered and isolated all the malicious code… Or remnants of it, buried deep in our operating system. At first, I was confused. Our firewalls should have bounced it. But then… I realized the only way we could have been breached was through social engineering, or physical access with a Rubber Ducky.
Ressler: A what?
Aram: A keystroke injection attack platform disguised as a thumb drive. It would bypass all standard countermeasures by emulating a plug-in keyboard, reprogramming our host computer as if the hacker was manually typing in the code.
Cooper: Still, the culprit would have to plug in a thumb drive.
Aram: Yes. Someone had to dupe an FBI employee with level 4 clearance. I spent the last 18 hours collating log-ins with the first appearance of the malicious code in order to figure out who got punk’d so we could interview the employee and nail that hacker.
Samar: And it was you.
Aram: You knew.
Samar: She was a key player in the Jaipur centrifuge hack.
[ Samar shows Aram the photos ]
Aram: [ Voice breaking ] Why didn’t you tell… Oh, God.
Samar: We wanted to, but we thought if you knew, she might pick it up.
Ressler: Look, you didn’t tell her anything, did you?
Aram: [ Sits down ] No. I may be dumb, but I’m not stupid. I just don’t… I don’t know how I’m gonna pull this off.
Cooper: Pull what off?
Aram: She’s coming over to my place for dinner tonight.
Cooper: I don’t think that’s a good idea.
Aram: No. It is a horrible idea. But I have to if we’re gonna have any chance of accessing The Thrushes’ servers.
Cooper: What do you mean?
[ Aram pulls out a device that looks like a thumb drive ]
Aram: I’ve got my own Rubber Ducky.

 
[ Samar and Aram are in a van preparing him to hack Elise’s laptop ]
Samar: What if she doesn’t have her laptop with her?
Aram: Oh, she’ll have it. Trust me. We’re, uh… We’re binge-watching “Stranger Things.” Talk about life imitating art, huh?
Samar: How long to upload the worm?
Aram: A few minutes. I, uh, designed it to ping the main servers and to e-mail us GPS coordinates.
Samar: Which wire would you like to wear?
Aram: Well, not the fob. I hate the fob. It’s too much clanking with the key ring.
Samar: Okay. The pen.
Aram: [ Chuckles nervously ] I’ve never been on the, um… The sending side of one of these deals. Yeah, I don’t know if I can do this.
[ Samar offers Aram a pistol ]
Samar: This is an LCR .357. It’s light, reliable…
Aram: No, no. What, am I gonna shoot my girlfriend?
Samar: She’s not your girlfriend. She’s a hostile operative, and you are a trained federal agent. I’m not sending you in there without a piece. Do you understand me?
Aram: I’m not like you. I’m really scared.
Samar: I know, but I promise you’ll be fine. I’ll have your back. No safety catch to worry about. You just draw, point, and shoot. Five shots, fully loaded. If anything goes wrong, the safety word is “banana.”
Aram: Banana?
Samar: Use it, and in come the Marines. But they better get there before I do because I will mess that bitch up.
Aram: Really?
Samar: Oh, yeah. Really.
Aram: Okay.
Samar: Good luck.
[ Samar kisses Aram’s cheek ]
[ Aram pauses ]
Aram: That dream date… The crispy beef, ginger beer… That was all you, wasn’t it? I knew it was too good to be true.

 
Red: When I turned myself in, I never imagined things could’ve turned out this… badly.
Cooper: What did you expect?
Red: [ Scoffs ] I knew it’d be hard, but I… never expected that it would get… harder with every day.
Cooper: It shouldn’t be a surprise. You must have known there was a chance she’d discover Kirk was her father when you put him on your list.
Red: He was never on it. He never would’ve been if he hadn’t come after her first.
Cooper: If anyone belongs on that cursed list, it’s Alexander Kirk. Why the hell wouldn’t you put him there?

 
Liz: He’s my father.
Tom: She’s our daughter.
Liz: You know what’s gonna happen if I make that call. He’s the only one who can give me answers about my past, my mother. They’ll put him in a hole. I’ll never see him again.
Tom: If you don’t, we may never see Agnes again.

 
Red: I knew it would complicate things. I’d be forced to take security measures… Things she’d hate. Now all I see is the resentment in her eyes. I’m suffocating her, Harold.

 
Tom: You sure?
Liz: She’s our daughter.
[ Dialing ] [ Cellphone rings ]
Kirk: You’ve decided.
Liz: You abducted me once. What assurances do I have you won’t do it again?
Kirk: Things have changed. The DNA test.
Liz: I want this to be real.
Kirk: I’ll contact you with instructions.

 
Elise: I’m sorry. I couldn’t wait. I know, I-I have no self-control. But I watched the last three episodes. I know you’re probably gonna hate me, but [ laughs ] you’ll never believe what happens. It’s amazing.
Aram; What?
Elise: The last three episodes, “Stranger Things.”
Aram: Yeah. Can’t wait.
Elise: Aram, what’s, uh… What’s going on? You… You seem preoccupied.
[ … Ressler and Samar listen in the van … ]
Aram: Me? No. I, um… I’m just, um… Oh, I forgot, I got wine.
Elise: You don’t drink.
Aram: It is for you. It is, um, supposed to go great with, um…
Elise: Puttanesca.
Aram: Yes! Yum. [ Chuckles ] Putta-nesca. Puttanesca.
Elise: You never told me about your day.
Aram: Oh, you know, the usual. FBI stuff. You know, good guys, bad guys. Oh! They got Cheese Nibs for the snack machine downstairs. So, so awesome.
⋘⋙
Ressler: Cheese Nibs?
Samar: He’s doing fine.
Ressler: Sounds like a gerbil on meth.
⋘⋙
Aram: I know, right? I love Cheese Nibs. I mean, I don’t love them as much as Goldfish…
Elise: Goldfish?
Aram: … but, you know, it’s a huge… it’s a huge…
[ Aram pops cork but spills wine on his shirt ]
Aram: Oh, no.
Elise: Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.
Aram: I’m such a klutz.
Elise: [ Chuckling ] No, no, no, no. That’s what I love about you.
Aram: You know what? Uh, just… just give me a… give me a second to go change.
[ Aram goes into the bedroom, pulls Elise’s laptop out of her bag and plugs in the
Rubber Ducky. He covers the laptop with his wet shirt ]
⋘⋙
Samar: He’s uploading now.
⋘⋙
Elise: Aram? You okay?
[ Elise enters the bedroom ]
Aram: Yeah! Yeah, everything’s, um… Everything is, uh, great. Um, are you hungry? ‘Cause I sure am hu…
Elise: I am hungry.
Aram: Oh. [ Laughs nervously ]
[ Elise kisses Aram, pushes him back on the bed ]
Aram: No, uh… We… We shouldn’t. Um… Your sauce, I think it’s burning.
Elise: We can order takeout.
Aram: [ Laughs nervously ] No, I’m serious. We’re gonna… We’re gonna set this place on fire.
Elise: Mm. Sounds good.
Aram: No, no. Elise, no, no. I’m serious.
[ Aram pushes Elise away ]
Aram: God! Just not now, okay?
Elise: Are you gonna tell me what’s going on?
Aram: I don’t want to cause a fire is all.
Elise: I know you, Aram. You’re lying to me. There’s something that you’re hiding, and, you know, we’re not going anywhere until you tell me what it is. Tell me, Aram. Now. The truth.
Aram: Nothing’s wrong.
⋘⋙
Ressler: He’s in trouble.
⋘⋙
Elise: You’re lying to me. I can tell.
Aram: Okay, you’re right. There’s something. There’s, um… someone else.
Elise: Someone else? What? Who? What are you talking about?
Aram: I am in love with someone else.
Elise: It’s Samar, isn’t it?
Aram: What? No. No.
Elise: Mm-hmm. Yeah, that girl from your office.
Aram: Of course not. Not… Not her.
Elise: God, I feel so stupid.
Aram: No. No. Don’t. I don’t want you to feel stupid. This is all my fault. I-I-I should have told you about, um… not Samar. I don’t want you to feel really…
[ Elise’s cellphone is beeping ]
Elise: What?
Odette: Do you have any reason to believe our tap has been compromised?
Elise: [ To Aram: ] One minute. It’s work.
[ Elise goes into the hallway ]
Elise: No. Everything’s fine.
Odette: Are you quite certain?
Elise: Absolutely. Why?
Odette: Because your client is about to expose himself on the basis of your intel. If you’re wrong and he is harmed in any way, I will personally see to it that you and The Thrushes are exterminated. Now, are you certain?
Elise: Fine. I’ll run another system check.
Odette: Good. You do that. I’ll call back in 10 minutes.
[ Elise looks for her laptop, finds it under Aram’s shirt ]
Elise: [ Gasps ]
[ Aram points his pistol at Elise ]
Aram: Quack, quack, bitch.
[ ‼️Aram and Elise fight over the gun, then just fight‼️ ]
[ Ressler and Samar run to assist Aram ]
Aram: Banana! I could use a banana!
[ ‼️Both grunting. Furniture and equipment get smashed‼️ ]
Aram: Hey. Okay. Banana. Okay, okay, okay. Oh! Jesus! No!
[ Elise is on top of Aram, about to smash him in the head with a piece of wood ]
Ressler: Drop it!
[ Elise drops it ]
⋘⋙
[ Radio chatter ]
[ Samar trains her handgun on Elise as Ressler cuffs her ]
Ressler: Hey. I got this.
Radio: Notify when you have the asset.
[ Samar helps Aram up ]
Samar: Are you okay?
Aram: [ Panting ] Yeah. Yeah. What part of “banana” did you not understand?

 
Samar: We have the target in custody. We have a tap on her computer, and, thanks to Aram, we will find The Thrushes.
Cooper: We busted Kirk’s mole. You don’t think that’s gonna make him suspicious?
Aram: No. I mean, uh, yes, of course, but… he was already suspicious. Uh, when we were together, she got a call.
Samar: Kirk’s people. They wanted final verification that the tap into the War Room had not been compromised. Once she was in custody, we had her notify them that the tap was clear.
Liz: By phone?
Samar: Yes. At gunpoint.
Liz: So what you’re saying is you heard her say the tap was clean, but, for all you know, she could have been sending some kind of message, a signal that everything was not okay.
Red: Are you suggesting we call it off?
Liz: What I’m suggesting is Kirk’s supposed to be the one walking into a trap here, not me. Cooper: We’ll have safeguards in place. Your security won’t be compromised.
Red: I don’t believe Elizabeth’s concern is about her security or her daughter’s.
Liz: That is my only concern. Clearly your only concern is that it might actually bother me that I’m about to entrap my biological father, that because of me, he’s gonna go to prison for the rest of his life. If I go through with this, you will be my only link to my past. I lost Sam. I lost my mother. And I’ll lose Kirk. And whatever you want to call him, he was married to my mother. He raised me as a child. And he’s willing to do what you are not… Tell me about who I am.
Tom: Liz. We got word from Kirk. He texted the burner phone. [ Paper crinkles ]
Liz: [ Sighs ] The meeting’s set. 5:30 a.m.
Cooper: Manhattan. BMT Nassau Street Line. Delancey Street and Bowery. Of course. That station’s been abandoned for years.
Ressler: I’ll call FBI S.W.A.T. New York.
Red: I’ll be handling Kirk on my own, Harold.
Cooper: If you expect us to stand down…
Red: I do. If you expect this relationship to continue.
⋘⋙
Tom: You sure about this?
Liz: No. I’m not sure about any of this.

 
[ The Hunter’s cabin. Door closes ]
Hunter: You lied to me.
Kate: I didn’t.
Hunter: Shooting yourself isn’t a spectator sport.
[ The Hunter shows Kate photos taken in the forest of Red, Dembe and Kate ]
Hunter: Motion-activated. Three come in. Two go out. Are you gonna get straight with me, or we gonna keep playing games?

 
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Odette: It’s her.
Kirk: Masha.
Liz: It’s off. We can’t meet. It’s not safe.
Kirk: No, no, no. I-I secured the location. You have my word you’ll be safe.
Liz: The FBI knows about your mole. They’ve got her in custody. [ Beep ] Reddington must have tipped them. They know about our meeting… The time, the location. I’m telling you, it’s a trap.
Kirk: Are you still willing to meet? You and me and Agnes?
Liz: It’s not just the FBI. Reddington knows.
Kirk: Doesn’t matter. I have an alternate location.
Odette: What are you doing?
Kirk: Masha, listen to me very closely. Here’s what I want you to do.

 
[ Red is pointing out subterranean tunnels on an infrastructure map ]
Red: Maintenance tunnels here, here, and here give us access to the rendezvous point. Elizabeth left 10 minutes before us. We need to breach in five. [ Guns cocking ]

 
[ On a rooftop in Manhattan, high above street level, Freedom Tower in view ]
Liz: Where’s Agnes?
Kirk: Masha.
Liz: You said three of us. Where is she?
Kirk: Close. I’ll bring her to you as soon as Reddington has been dealt with.
Liz: What are you talking about?
Kirk: Smile, solnishko. In less than 5 minutes, he will be dead. I have a small army awaiting his arrival at the Delancey Street Station.
Liz: That wasn’t our agreement.
Kirk: No. But you know as well as I do, it needs to be done.
Liz: I picked you… over him. I lied to everyone for you. Now you want to kill him? You can’t do that.
Kirk: I’m doing this for us.
Liz: I know you’re sick. I know that Agnes and I are nothing more than possible donors for you.
Kirk: Oh, come now. You know if that were true, all of this would have been resolved long ago with your abduction. True… it’s a consideration. But the only circumstances under which I’ll accept your help… is if it’s given freely.
Liz: We had a deal.
Kirk: Patience, dove.
[ Liz draws her firearm, cocks it ]
Kirk: Romina.
[ Romina emerges with Agnes, who hands the baby to Kirk ]
Liz: [ Gasps ] You’ll see, solnishko. Soon, you will be free.
[ Red’s forces attack 💥💥💥 ]
Liz: Don’t shoot! He’s got Agnes!
[ 💥💥💥 Gunshots 💥💥💥 ] [ Kirk runs around a corner, out of sight ] [ Agnes crying ]
Red: [ To Romina: ] Down.
[ Liz runs toward the sound of Agnes crying. Red and Baz follow ] [ They find Kirk standing on a ledge – still holding Agnes ]
Kirk: Don’t! You may lack the courage to do what must be done, but I do not. I will take her with me. One way or the other.
Red: This is madness, Constantin. Because you cannot have that child, you’re gonna take her forever from her mother? It’s madness. Constantin, this needs to end now.
Kirk: Yes. You’re right. It needs to end.
[ Kirk fires a wild shot 💥 in the direction of Red ] [ Agnes cries ]
[ Red’s men train their rifles on Kirk ]
Red: [ To his men: ] Stand down. Stand down!
Liz: [ Speaks Russian ] Don’t do this.
Kirk: There is no other way, solnishko. This man, that took your mother away from us, took you from me, he will not have my granddaughter.
Liz: And I hate him as much as you do for it. But if you love me, if you ever loved me, just give her to me. Please. Otets. Please, father.
[ Liz reaches up her arms, imploring. At last, Kirk lets his gun clatter to the concrete, leans over and lets Liz take her child ]
[ Liz gasps, takes Agnes from Kirk, holds her close and hurries away ]
[ Kirk is captured as Red looks on ]

 
Aram: I was an idiot.
Samar: No. You were human. You wanted something, and she was trained to exploit that.
Aram: Trained, or born?
Samar: You tell me. You did a pretty good job in there playing the “I’m in love with another woman” card. Nicely done.

[ Harry Nilsson’s ♪ “One” plays ]

Samar: I thought you’d like to know that I’m rescinding my transfer request.

♪ One is the loneliest number ♪

Aram: That’s… That’s great.

♪ That you’ll ever do ♪

Aram: I mean, for real? Because if that’s true, we have to celebrate, right?

♪ Two can be as bad as one ♪

Samar: Do you like Paco’s Tacos?

♪ It’s the loneliest number ♪

Samar: Because I was told that there was some leftovers…

♪ Since the number one ♪

Samar: … upstairs in the fridge.
Aram: I love them.

 
[ Kirk is walked through the Post Office by armed guards ]

♪ No is the saddest experience you’ll ever know ♪
♪ Yes, it’s the saddest experience you’ll ever know ♪

[ The Hunter and Kate eat together. She is sitting up now.… Samar and Aram eat the leftover Paco’s Tacos, laughing.… Liz and Tom smile at Agnes in her crib ]

♪ Because one is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do ♪
♪ It’s just no good anymore since you went away ♪
♪ Now I spend my time just making rhymes of yesterday ♪

[ Alarm blaring ] [ Kirk is walked to the high value prisoner containment unit – the notorious ‘red box’ – in the darkened Post Office ]

♪ Because one is the loneliest number ♪
♪ That you’ll ever do ♪

[ Red, Baz and another of Red’s men appear at Liz and Tom’s apartment ]
Red: I just wanted to thank you for trusting me, trusting the plan. I understand what a…

♪ One is the loneliest number ♪

Red: … a leap of faith it must have been.
Liz: Not really. Considering what was at stake.

♪ One is the loneliest number ♪

Red: May I? [ Asking permission to enter ]

♪ One is the loneliest number ♪
♪ One is the loneliest number ♪

[ Door closes ]

♪ That you’ll ever do ♪
♪ One is the loneliest ♪

[ Red, Tom and Liz admire the baby who is bright-eyed and smiling ]
Red: She’s a beautiful girl.

♪ Much, much worse than two ♪

Liz: Yeah, she is.

♪ One is a number divided by two ♪

Liz: So… now that Kirk has been captured, we’re no longer gonna live under your guard. We’re gonna find a place of our own.
Red: I know.

♪ [ … Vocalizing … ] ♪

Red: Good night, Elizabeth, Tom.

♪ One is the loneliest number ♪

[ Clanging, banging ]
[ Alexander Kirk is seated on the chair in the red box as the door closes ]
[ Clanging. The door thwams shut ]
[ A guard locks the door ]

 
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♫ Fire on the Mountain
By Wand

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♫ Dead Man’s Party
By Oingo Boingo

♪ I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go
Walkin’ with a dead man over my shoulder
I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go
Walkin’ with a dead man over my shoulder

♪ Waiting for an invitation to arrive
Goin’ to a party where no one’s still alive
Waiting for an invitation to arrive
Goin’ to a party where no one’s still alive

♪ I was struck by lightning
Walkin’ down the street
I was hit by something last night in my sleep

♪ It’s a dead man’s party
Who could ask for more?
Everybody’s comin’; leave your body at the door
Leave your body and soul at the door…

♪ Don’t run away; it’s only me (only me)

♪ All dressed up with nowhere to go
Walkin’ with a dead man (dead man)
Waitin’ for an invitation to arrive
Walkin’ with a dead man…Dead man…

♪ Got my best suit and my tie
Shiny silver dollar on either eye
I hear the chauffer comin’ to my door
Says there’s room for maybe just one more…

[ ♪ I was struck by lightning
Walkin’ down the street
I was hit by something last night in my sleep

♪ It’s a dead man’s party
Who could ask for more?
Everybody’s comin’; leave your body at the door
Leave your body and soul at the door…

♪ Don’t run away; it’s only me
Don’t be afraid of what you can’t see
Don’t run away; it’s only me
Don’t be afraid of what you can’t see ] ➔ repeat

♪ it’s only me
it’s only me
it’s only me
it’s only me

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♫ One
By Harry Nilsson

♪ One is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
It’s the loneliest number since the number one

♪ No is the saddest experience you’ll ever know
Yes, it’s the saddest experience you’ll ever know
Because one is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do
One is the loneliest number that you’ll ever know

♪ It’s just no good anymore since you went away
Now I spend my time just making rhymes of yesterday

♪ Because one is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do
One is the loneliest number that you’ll ever know
One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do

♪ One is the loneliest number, much, much worse than two
One is the number divided by two
One
One is the loneliest number

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Program air date: 11/3/2016 in the US
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Director: Andrew McCarthy
Written by: Chap Taylor
 

⭕ Script 4:7 Dr Adriane Shaw (№ 98)

Blurb: At last Liz and Tom have been reunited with baby Agnes. Alexander Kirk aka Constantin Rostov, who may well be Liz’s biological father, is in custody, held in the notorious “red box.” Will Liz and Tom finally be free of Red? Will Liz be able to find out more about her own past from Kirk?

 
[ A man is in an observation room, his face inflamed and his skin erupting in pustules ]
[ Coughing ] [ Retches ]
[ Two doctors observe from behind a window ]
Mr Blake: What’s happening to me?
[ Continues coughing ]
Dr Adrian Shaw: It’s called Stevens-Johnson Syndrome. A rare, but serious reaction to the medicine you’ve been taking.
Blake: Ow, ow, ow! You said you could help.
Shaw: We’ve done everything we can, Mr. Blake. Our goal now is to make you as comfortable as possible. Can you describe what you’re feeling?
Blake: What do you mean, “Everything we can?” I can’t– I can’t…
Shaw: I’m sorry you haven’t responded to our treatment. I hope it’s some small consolation that what we’ve learned from treating you will help others in your situation.
[ Groaning ] [ Coughing ] [ Gasping ]
Second Doctor: He’s the second one this week.
[ Groaning ]
Shaw: He knew the odds.
Second Doctor: The morgue is filled to capacity.
Blake: Please… [ Gasps ] Please, God. Please… [ Exhales ] [ Groaning ] [ Gasps ] [ Body thuds ]
Shaw: Use the bone saw.

 
[ Alexander Kirk (aka Constantin Rostov) is seated in the high value prisoner containment unit, the “red box.” FBI Assistant Director Harold Cooper is reading the charges against him ]
Cooper: Mr. Kirk, you’re being charged under Title 18, Chapter 113B of the United States Code– Acts of Terrorism Transcending National Boundaries. Whomsoever kills, maims, or creates a substantial risk of harm to any agent of the United States government is guilty of violating this statute. That’s a fancy way of saying you killed a lot of good men. Anything you want to say?
⋘ No response ⋙
Cooper: Then we’re done here.

 
[ Liz is above, observing by video feed. Kirk, knowing she must be watching, addresses her ]
Alexander Kirk: You know the truth, Masha. If this is what it took for you to call me “Father,” it was worth it.
[ Liz’s cellphone vibrates. It is Red ]

 
[ In a park. Birds chirping ]
Red: Have you ever been spearfishing? You should go spearfishing. I love spearfishing. On the Ambergris Caye, there is a reef–
Liz: If there’s a reason you felt this story couldn’t wait, I’d love to hear it, but quickly if possible.
Red: I have a Blacklister for you. They call him The Coroner.
Liz: [ Sighs ] I just got my baby back, my husband, my family. This can wait.
Red: Lionfish.
Liz: Lionfish?
Red: An aggressive, invasive species threatens the local habitat, leaves destruction in its wake. Sound like anyone we know?
Liz: Whatever destruction Kirk has caused is over.
Red: Hmm. I took aim and released. In the water, it sounded like a dull thud, but the spear passed clear through. I’d already bagged six of them with glancing blows, tail shots. So I knew this last predator was mine. And the destruction it had caused was over. And then… it wriggled free.
Liz: Kirk isn’t wriggling anywhere.
Red: But he will, Lizzy, with the help of someone on the inside.
Liz: We caught the Thrushes, arrested his mole. Who else is there?
Red: You.
Liz: You think I’m gonna help Kirk escape?
Red: I think you’re compassionate. You believe he’s your father. When push comes to shove, your impulse will be to save him.
Liz: Fine. I’ll bite. Tell me more.

 
[ Liz briefs the task force ]
Liz: According to Reddington, The Coroner runs a witness protection program for criminals. He provides them with new lives, fully documented from cradle to present. Then he takes the identities of the dead and somehow manages to keep them alive on paper– elementary school report cards, marriage licenses, confirmation certificates. He then takes these meticulously crafted identities and sells them to the world’s most dangerous criminals.
Cooper: And how does this relate to Kirk?
Liz: Reddington believes Kirk is going to escape and that when he does, the Coroner will help him vanish.
Ressler: So did Reddington tell you how Kirk was going to escape?
Samar: Of course not, because he’s not going to.
Cooper: And this Coroner– how does Reddington even know this guy exists?
Aram: [ Typing ] Well, apparently, he lost a job to The Coroner. Her name was Giza Barerra.
Ressler: I know that name.
Aram: Barerra’s father was a Mexican drug trafficker who forced her to marry a dangerous rival when she was 14 years old. 20 years later, she got her revenge by murdering her father and his rival, uniting their cartels under her leadership.
Ressler: The other cartels felt threatened. So 6 years later, 60,000 people were dead. Giza Barerra disappeared.
Samar: Thanks to an identity sold to her by The Coroner.
Aram: Now Barerra was raised in a convent. Apparently, her father also was a devout Catholic who insisted his child learn Latin.
Cooper: Latin. That’s your lead.
Liz: People are creatures of habit. They gravitate to what they know. Barerra may have gotten a new life, a new identity, but she’s still the same person with the same skill set. And we figured she’d use one of them to make a living.
Aram: So I wrote an algorithm to search for schools that still require Latin and cross-indexed it with a web search of tutoring services that teach Latin and, well… [ Typing ] …this woman works at a private school in Brooklyn Heights. Think it could be her?
Cooper: Let’s ask her. Ressler, Navabi, check it out. If it is Barerra, I want to know how she made contact with this Coroner.
[ Telephone ringing in distance ]
⋘⋙
Cooper: It’s okay to talk with him.
Liz: He said he won’t talk to anyone without a lawyer present.
Cooper: Not about the case, no. I’m sure he would talk about you, your past. You’re his daughter, Elizabeth. It’s a lot to process. The only way to start is by talking with him.

 
Liz: I feel like you deserve some clarity on what’s about to happen. They’re transferring you to Fort McNair, where you’ll be held until your initial hearing. You’ll have access to your lawyers–
Kirk: Did you mean what you said when you called me “Father”?
Liz: Yes.
Kirk: And yet you picked Reddington.
Liz: I picked myself. You said you were trying to protect Agnes from Reddington, and that’s my decision to make– and Tom’s. But no one else’s. Not even my father’s.
Kirk: You remind me so much of her. Your mother. She was an amazing woman. I’ve been wanting to tell you about her. I thought we had more time.
Liz: Whatever stories you have–
Kirk: Not stories. Truths. About her and about Reddington.
Liz: I’m not helping you escape.
Kirk: I know. You just don’t see it.
[ Breathing heavily ] [ Blood begins to seep from his nostril ]
Liz: Alexander?
Kirk: That you’ve helped… already.
[ Breathing heavily ]
Kirk: More than you could ever poss…
Liz: Kirk?
[ Kirk mutters, then collapses ]
Liz: Enter the code! Open the door right now!
[ Keypad beeps ] [ Door whirring ]
[ Liz performs chest compressions ]
Liz: He’s not breathing! Get a medic in here now!

 
[ Walter Reed Medical Center, Bethesda, Maryland ]
[ Monitor beeping steadily ] [ Elevator bell dings ]
Cooper: We’ll be taking the whole wing. Everyone in and out will get a full body scan.
Security: This guy’s that important?
Ressler: He is to us.
Colonel Wright: Your prisoner’s in the end stages of aplastic anemia.
Cooper: What does that mean?
Wright: An average person has between 150 to 400,000 platelets per microliter of blood. Mr. Kirk’s is under 10,000. I’d expect to see intracranial bleeding within hours.
Cooper: Treatment?
Liz: He’s been receiving transfusions for many years.
Wright: If I give him another at this point, he’s liable to suffer autoimmune shock.
Liz: And if you don’t?
Wright: He bleeds to death. Once we get the test results back, I’ll formulate a treatment plan. But my guess is, all this firepower is wasted.
Cooper: How’s that?
Wright: Unless he has a blood relative willing to donate stem cells his body won’t reject, your prisoner will be dead by morning.

 
Odette: Kirk is being held under guard in a US Army hospital in Bethesda. I want a full workup of all medical requirements for his transport and a list of potential destinations, both overt and covert. Get me a breakdown on the legalities of extradition. And find me an airfield in close proximity that will take his jet– preferably one on the flight paths of international flights out of Dulles.
Man: Don’t we need to get him out of the hospital first?
Odette: Leave that to me.

 
[ Brooklyn Heights ]
Principal Brezinski: Renata has been tutoring our students in Latin for a decade. She’s an inspiration. Somehow makes a dead language come alive.
Renata: Oh, you wanted to see me?
Principal: Yes, these are Agents Ressler and Navabi from the FBI.
Ressler: Can we see some identification, please?
Renata: Yes. Of course. Something wrong?
Ressler: So how long have you been in the country for?
Renata: [ Chuckles ] 11 years. I don’t understand what’s going on.
Ressler: That’s a nice tattoo.
Renata: Oh. Where I come from, a tattoo is a dream made flesh. A rose is a sign of beauty.
Ressler: Except when laid on a grave.
[ Renata sprays mace or red pepper in Ressler’s face ]
Ressler: Aah! [ Grunts ]
[ Renata runs. Samar chases after her. After a few moments, rubbing his eyes, Ressler follows ]
⋘⋙
[ Children playing soccer on a green, shouting playfully ]
Child: Over here!
[ Playful shouting continues ] [ Renata runs into the field, the children move back ]
[ Samar catches up with Renata and tackles her ] [ Grunting ]
[ The children stop playing and watch ]
[ Ressler catches up, cocks gun, points it at Renata ] [ Samar gets to her feet, cocks gun ]
Boy: You’re not supposed to have guns in school.

 
[ Ressler and Samar interrogate Renata, who is wearing a red bra ]
Ressler: Santa Muerte? I hear the Mexican cartels pray to her for protection.
Renata: Can I have my shirt back now?
Samar: Your DNA is going to come back ID’ing you as Giza Barerra. I
Renata: I don’t know who that is.
Ressler: Well, I bet you know who Alejandro Medina is. See, we know that you killed his father when you took over his cartel. I wonder what kind of a tattoo he’s gonna give you when he finds out that you’re alive.
Renata: I don’t know who that is.
Samar: You were 14 years old when your father married you to a man 40 years older than you. I can’t imagine what that was like. Fathers are supposed to protect their daughters. Yours didn’t. But we can – if you tell us how to contact The Coroner.
Renata aka Giza Barrera: [ Exhales sharply ] Every week there’s a standing ad in the “Lexington Herald” asking for volunteers for a blood drive. Tell them you’re a phlebotomist with Cardinal Hill, and you’ll get a text with the time and place for the next drive. They’ll take prints, DNA swabs, anything needed to verify you’re not a cop. Before he turns you into someone new, The Coroner likes to know who you’ve been.

 
[ Cellphone vibrates ]
Aram: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Won’t your fingerprints and DNA ID you as an agent of the FBI?
Samar: No, they’ll ID me as an alias the Mossad set up before I joined the task force. [ On phone ] Hello? Yes, it is. I understand. [ Beeps ] Dinner at Isobel’s. Clinch, party of two. I’m in.

 
[ Liz is sitting in a hospital waiting room ]
[ Monitor beeping steadily ]
Liz: [ On phone ] How’s Agnes?
[ Agnes crying in background ]
Tom: She’s fine. Screaming. I know we’re supposed to let her cry herself to sleep, but talk about cruel and unusual. She missed you tonight. We both did. I thought you’d be home earlier.
Liz: I know. I’m sorry I didn’t call. Kirk collapsed in the Post Office.
Tom: Oh, well, that’s good.
Liz: His only hope is for a blood relative to donate stem cells.
Tom: Are you thinking about it?
Liz: I just wanted to talk to you about it.
Tom: Liz, what is there to talk about? [ Agnes continues crying ] He attacked our wedding, kidnapped you, and threatened to throw our child from a rooftop.
Liz: And for that, he’ll spend the rest of his life in prison. I’m not talking about freeing him. I’m talking about saving his life.
Tom: Why would you do that?
Liz: Because he’s my father.
Tom: No, he’s a stranger.
Liz: It’s not that simple.
Tom: It is that simple.
Liz: What if we were talking about your father? What if you suddenly found him? Would you be able to walk away?
[ Agnes fussing ]
Tom: Yeah.
Liz: I don’t believe that for a second.
Tom: Well, you should, ’cause I did… from my mother. I met her while you were in Cuba.
Liz: Wait, wait, wait. You met your mother?
Tom: Yeah. Her name is Susan Hargrave.
Liz: Why didn’t you tell me?
Tom: I was gonna tell you when things settled down, but… they never did.
Liz: How did it happen? What was she like? You must have a million questions.
Tom: I do, and that’s my point, Liz. I have a million questions, and I am letting them go unanswered, and I think you should, too.
Liz: You’re telling me you met your mother whom you’ve never known and you were able to just… walk away?
Tom: Yeah, from someone who abandoned me as a kid and has nothing to do with who I am or what I’ve become. Same as Kirk– your father, my mother, they’re part of our past. But you’re my future. Liz, that’s all I’m interested in. And I think it’s what you should be interested in, too.

 
[ At a bar ] [ Samar is wired. Ressler is also at the bar nearby ]
[ A server gives Samar her drink ]
Samar: [ To server ] Thank you. [ to Ressler ] Listen up, boys. This is him.
Ressler: No one wonder they call him The Coroner. Our teams are in place.
[ The Coroner sits down across from Samar ]
Samar: Thank you for agreeing to meet. Would you like me to start by explaining my situation? The Coroner: Your name is Victoria Cronin. You have a Master’s in health care administration from Smith College.
[ Red’s voice is heard from from a booth a short distance away, talking to a man (Willie Adair) ]
Reddington: …so Rory says, “In Boston, a shot of whiskey and a pint of stout is an Irish Car Bomb. In Belfast, it’s breakfast.” [ Both laugh ] Excuse me.
[ Red gets up and sits down next to a surprised Samar ]
Ressler: [ Over the wire ]: The hell is he doing here?
Red: You must be The Coroner.
Samar: Were you followed?
Red: [ Laughs ] Samar, darling, please. Save it for Mossad summer theater. I used her to lure you here. She doesn’t need an identity. I do.
The Coroner: You are Raymond Reddington.
Red: And you’re on the wrong side of 80, sitting on a donut pillow. My sympathies to your significant other. And if your flag is flying at half mast, rest assured, I find in the privacy of one’s boudoir, pleasing others is the key to pleasing oneself.
The Coroner: Do you expect me to make you disappear?
Red: I’ve been disappearing for over 25 years. I don’t need your help to disappear. I need an identity, specifically the one you created for Sonia Bloom– the research scientist. 15 years ago, she arrived in her lab to find her life’s work stolen and her partner dead of an apparent suicide. Except it wasn’t a suicide, and she knew it. Fearing for her life, she contacted you and became someone else. I need to know who.
The Coroner: That’s impossible. My clients expect absolute confidentiality.
Red: Hmm. Few things in life are truly impossible. Talking an Irishman out of vengeance for his brother’s death is one of them. You see that ruddy-faced fellow in my booth? Willie Adair. Back home they call him “Barking Mad Willie.” He has this pack of absolutely voracious wolf hounds.
The Coroner: I don’t know who that is.
Red: But you gave the man who killed his brother a new identity. Perhaps I should call him over so you can explain your policy on confidentiality.
The Coroner: That won’t be necessary.
Red: Hmm. Sonia Bloom.
The Coroner: Adrian Shaw.
Red: Cheers.
[ Glass thuds ] [ Indistinct conversations ]
Ressler: What the hell was that all about? Who’s Sonia Bloom?
Red: Apparently, Adrian Shaw.
Samar: You didn’t care about The Coroner.
Red: No, I didn’t.
Ressler: You used us to find him for you so he could tell you about Bloom.
Red: I don’t know what the two of you are so indignant about. I told you about a criminal you had no idea existed, and now he’s in your custody. The Coroner gives you dozens of criminals you thought were dead or missing. Take the win, Donald. You could use one.
[ Door creaks open ]
[ Red leaves ]
[ Door closes ]
Ressler: [ To Samar ] I don’t care who we have to reach out to– ICE, DEA, CIA, NSA– any of them, all of them. We’re gonna find this Sonia Bloom and figure out what Reddington wants with her.

 
[ Siren wailing ]
Liz: Colonel Wright–
Wright: I’m afraid it’s gonna have to wait.
Liz: What happened?
Wright: Freeway accident. Multiple trauma victims. More on their way. What did you need to discuss?
Liz: I’m Alexander Kirk’s daughter.
[ Monitors beeping erratically ]
Wright: Why didn’t you say so before?
Liz: I wasn’t sure I wanted to help.
Wright: And now you are?
Liz: If I am, what do I need to do?

 
Cooper: Harvest stem cells?
Liz: It sounds worse than it is.
Cooper: I certainly hope so.
Liz: They put me on dialysis and collect the cells. And if they get enough, they transfuse them to Kirk.
Cooper: And that would save him?
Liz: It could if we’re compatible.
Cooper: You’re his daughter.
Liz: Apparently, that’s no guarantee. They test for 16 genetic markers, and that’s after they check to see that our blood types are a match.
[ Monitor beeping steadily ]
Liz: [ Sighs ] Reddington said I’d save him. Tom will never forgive me if I do.
Cooper: Kirk hurt the two people Tom loves. You can’t be surprised if he doesn’t want you to help him.
Liz: What do you think I should do?
Cooper: Doesn’t matter what I think. Or Reddington… or Tom, for that matter. None of can possibly know how it feels to be in your position, and none of us have to live with the consequences of your decision. All I will say is this– given what he’s done, no one would fault you for walking away.
Liz: Maybe not. But I’m afraid I would.

 
[ Red and Dembe are seated in a doctors clinic waiting room. Red is looking at a copy of “Highlights for Children” ]
Red: Found the teacup. Oh! And the banana. Mm. That’s 11. One more. Don’t tell me.
Office attendant: The doctor will see you now.
Red: Mm.
Dembe: Raymond.
Red: One second. The sailboat.
[ Dembe points to the sailboat ]
Red: Oh! Why’d you– Oh! [ Inhales sharply ] Show-off.

 
Aram: Mr. Reddington’s a genius. Could be an evil genius, but still.
Ressler: So you figured out his connection to Sonia Bloom.
Aram: Yes. Sonia Bloom. Worked on next-gen genome research, re-sequencing DNA to help the body fight off disease. In 2001, she and her partner applied for a patent. A week later, her partner was murdered, and she went underground.
Ressler: We already knew that.
Aram: Yeah. But you didn’t know this. [ Typing, beep ] Her partner was Matthew Hadj.
Samar: One of the inventors murdered by the Lindquist Concern.
Ressler: So Reddington only gave us that case just to get to the partner.
Samar: And then when he couldn’t, when he found out Sonia Bloom had disappeared, he gave us The Coroner to find where she went.
Ressler: So what is it about her research that connects to Kirk?
Aram: Okay. Sonia Bloom is hiding as Adrian Shaw. Now based on what we know about The Coroner, it’s safe to assume that almost every personal detail about her life is false. The only detail we know to be true is that she’s a doctor. Was then. Is now. And while I can’t connect her past research to Kirk, current AMA records indicate that now, as Shaw, she has a new partner who specializes in… Wait for it. [ Telephone ringing in distance ] Hematology.
Ressler: So Kirk’s dying of anemia, and Reddington’s suddenly looking for a mysterious blood doctor who’s doing cutting-edge research into gene sequencing.
Aram: Dr. Shaw may be Kirk’s last best hope for finding a cure.
Samar: Reddington wants Kirk dead. One way of guaranteeing that is to kill the one doctor capable of keeping him alive.
Ressler: The partner. What’s the new partner’s name?

 
[ Knock on door ] [ Red enters and sits down across from Dr Rayburn ]
Dr Rayburn: Hmm?
Red: Thank you. Dr Rayburn, thank you for seeing me without an appointment.
[ Door closes ]
Dr Rayburn: What seems to be the trouble?
Red: I have a pain right here. [ Reaches back to his hip, pulls out his gun out, cocks it ]
Dr Rayburn: We don’t keep drugs in the office.
Red: If I want narcotics, Doctor, I’ll call the guy with the briefcase like everybody else. I’m looking for Dr. Adrian Shaw.

 
Samar: Units are rolling to Rayburn’s clinic now.
Ressler: Who owns it? Is it incorporated?
Aram: [ Typing ] Yeah, looks like the clinic is owned by an LLC based in Delaware.
Ressler: Well, if the genome research Reddington’s after is worth killing over, it’s not being done at a clinic. What else does the LLC own?
Aram; Uh, checking. Hang on.
Ressler: A warehouse, a building, somewhere no one would look.
[ Taps keys ]
Samar: What is it? Did you find something?
Aram: Yeah. And it’s definitely not somewhere anyone would look.

 
Dr Adrian Shaw: Mr. Fox, might I remind you of the condition you were in when you arrived?
Fox: I’m dying, not poor. I won’t live like this. I’m leaving.
Shaw: You were dying when you arrived. But based on the treatment you’ve received, you’ve shown remarkable progress.
Fox: I haven’t been outside for two weeks!
Shaw: You signed up for me to save your life, and that is what I’m doing. For you and the two dozen former patients who are leading normal, healthy lives because of this program.
Fox: You mean the ones whose skin hasn’t melted off? I know what’s happening. Blake. Zion. Kearney. Oates. This trial is a death sentence.
Shaw: What we’re doing here is illegal, not immoral. When you came aboard, you knew the risks.
Fox: If I say I’m leaving, sweetheart, pack my bags. [ Inhales deeply ]
Shaw: If you won’t honor your commitment to the trial, how can I rely on your commitment to confidentiality?
Fox: I agreed to keep quiet about science, not murder.
Shaw: There’s simply nowhere for you to go.
[ Groans ]
[ Door opens, closes ]
[ A rusty ship plows through the waves. (Dr Shaw’s clinic is on that ship)]

 
[ Liz enters ] [ Kirk exhales deeply ]
Liz: How you feeling?
Kirk: Great. [ Door closes ] I’m going to die, but I feel great. [ Monitor beeping steadily ] What would you do if you had more money than you could ever spend?
Liz: Travel the world with my family… twice.
Kirk: You could get away from him. Somewhere safe where he couldn’t find you.
Liz: Sure. But like my dad always said, if wishes were horses, beggars would ride. My adopted dad, Sam Milhoan.
Kirk: My entire life, all I ever wanted was to make you safe, protect you. And in the end, the only way I’m able to do that is by dying.
Liz: I don’t understand.
Kirk: It’s yours. Everything I have. I’m leaving you my fortune.
Liz: Which you’ll have plenty of time to spend, because you’re not dying. Not now, anyway. I told your doctor that I’ve decided to be your donor. They’re running the tests now to confirm we’re a match.
Kirk: Why did you decide to help me?
Liz: Because you didn’t ask.
[ Door opens ] [ Cooper ushers Odette inside ]
Cooper: Your lawyer’s here to see you.
Odette: If I could have a moment alone with my client…
Cooper: Of course. For now.
[ Liz and Cooper leave ]
[ Odette speaking Russian ]
Kirk: Out, but not cured. Only she can do that.
Odette: An FBI agent and a life saver. You must be so proud.
Kirk: She’s agreed to be my donor. I need a day, maybe two. And I need you to watch your mouth.
Odette: We had everything before her. And now look at us. I am not apologizing for disliking her. [ She kisses him languorously ] The extraction plan is in place. We move on your signal.

 
On waiting room TV:

Announcer: We’re told dozens have been injured in this bus accident. And they’ve been transferred to the Walter Reed facility for further… [ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Siren wailing in distance ]
Tom: Excuse me. I’m here to see Elizabeth Keen.
Desk Attendant: She was on the bus?
Tim: What bus?
Desk Attendant: The accident. Is she a patient?
Tom: No, no, no. She’s visiting a family member, Alexander Kirk. She said he was in a locked ward.
Desk Attendant: You say her name is Elizabeth Keen?
Tom: That’s right. She’s my wife.
Desk Attendant: Sir, your wife is a patient. She was admitted an hour ago.
Tom: Admitted for what?

 
[ Waiting room door closes ] [ Sighs ]
Liz: Don’t say it.
Tom: What is there to say? I gave you my opinion. You ignored it.
Liz: I didn’t ignore it. I just… didn’t agree.
Tom: Okay, what are the risks?
Liz: Risks for me? None.
Tom: None? Are you sure?
Liz: All I have to do is give blood. [ Sighs ] I should’ve told you sooner. I’m sorry. Just everything is happening so fast.
Tom: I get it. Fine. Help him if you have to. But promise me you’re not gonna hurt yourself in the process.
Liz: I promise.

 
Aram: [ On phone ] Harbor Patrol and Customs will meet you on site.
Ressler: What’s the ETA?
Aram: Red Hook Harbor Master has the ship docking in 45 minutes.
Ressler: Is there a manifest?
Aram: Yeah, already e-mailed it to you. 16 crew members and the licensed cargo is medical equipment.
Ressler: How convenient.
Aram: Not just any equipment– thermal cyclers, centrifuges, incubators. Yeah, these are products used in genome research.
Ressler: Okay, thanks. [ Cellphone beeps ]
Samar: That was the unit I dispatched to get Dr. Rayburn. He left the clinic an hour ago, accompanied by a large black man and a middle-aged white guy. In a hat.

 
Dr Shaw: [ On phone ] We’re about to dock. What’s the emergency?
[ Red is in the Mercedes with Dr Rayburn ]
Red: Dr. Shaw! Or should I call you, Dr. Bloom? Either way, I’ll skip the pleasantries. We haven’t much time.
Shaw: Who is this?
Red: I’m here with your colleague, Dr. Rayburn, who can confirm we have a situation. As we speak, the FBI is raiding his medical clinic.
Rayburn: Sonia, he knows everything about the research, The Coroner.
Red: I’m like the Ghost of Christmas Past… and Future, which is how I know the FBI will board your ship the moment it docks.
Shaw: Whoever you are, why should I believe you?
Red: Belief is such a relative concept. Is there a God? Are we alone in the universe? What the hell have they found out there in Area 51 anyway? I prefer to think of your decision as judicious risk assessment. I have considerable resources to put at your disposal. I’m here to help you, Dr. Shaw. If you don’t want to go to jail, listen to me carefully. Firstly, is there a helipad on your ship?

 
Wright: We got your results back.
Liz: How’d I do?
Wright: We couldn’t harvest enough stem cells to justify a transfusion.
Liz: So what happens now?
Wright: With a compatible donor, we could do a surgical procedure to harvest marrow directly from the cavity of your hip bone.
Tom: No. Surgical procedure carries risks, right? For Liz?
Wright: While it’s a minor procedure, an infection could cause necrosis of the hip, which could impact mobility. Or a fat embolism that could affect multiple organ systems.
Liz: And if those are risks I’m willing to take?
Tom: Which you’re not. We talked about this.
Wright: What risks you are or not willing to take are irrelevant. Even if the dialysis had worked, the hospital won’t transfuse your stem cells into Mr. Kirk unless and until we receive confirmation that you’re a genetic match.
Liz: You sent my blood out for testing hours ago.
Wright: And you know about the bus accident. You saw the incoming. The system is overwhelmed.
Liz: And if he dies before the tests come back confirming I’m a match?
Wright: I understand you feel he has nothing to lose, but that is not how we make hospital policy. Liz: The tests could come back five minutes late. Two. You’re okay with that?
Wright: Of course not. I made it clear. Your blood work should be the lab’s top priority. They’ll get your results as fast as possible. And I’ll be in touch as soon as they do.

 
[ Siren wailing, tires screech ]
[ Ressler and Samar arrive at the dock, where a rusty old freighter ship has just docked. The name of the ship: Madame Curie ]
Ressler: Special Agent Donald Ressler, Samar Navabi, FBI.
Captain Lasko: Is there a problem?
Ressler: There won’t be if you direct us to Dr. Adrian Shaw.
Lasko: I don’t know who that is.
Ressler: Maybe a warrant to board your ship will jog your memory.
Lasko: There’s no Adrian Shaw on this ship.
Samar: We’ll see about that.

 
[ Monitor beeping steadily ]
Liz: He’s gonna die because a bus accident delayed some lab work, and all the answers I’m looking for are gonna die with him.
Tom: Some answers about who you were. But none about who you are or who you will be. Certainly none that affect your happiness, which is all I care about.
Pre-op nurse: Ms. Keen, I need you to come with me, please.
Liz: Do you have the lab results?
Pre-op nurse: Dr. Wright told me she should have them in a few minutes. I’ve been instructed to prep you for surgery in anticipation of a positive result.
Liz: I know I’m breaking my promise. But I have to do this.
Tom: You want to. There’s a difference.

 
[ Indistinct radio chatter ]
FBI Man: Searched the entire ship. No sign of Dr. Shaw.
Lasko: I told you. This isn’t a passenger ship. There is no Dr. Shaw.
Ressler: I know you’re hiding something.
Lasko: You searched the ship. You delayed my off-load. I got 6 tons of cargo, signed, sealed, and inspected. So if there’s nothing else…
Samar: [ Calling from deck above ] Ressler.
[ Indistinct conversations ] [ An FBI man pulls back a tarp to reveal a shiney new piece of medical equipment ]
Samar: Does this look odd to you?
Ressler: [ Pointing to Lasko ] Arrest him.
[ Ressler opens a rusted door ]
Ressler: And where does this lead?
[ Door clanks ]

 
[ Samar and Ressler do a search of the hidden compartment of the ship. They separate. Samar points her flashlight at fresh blood splattered on he wall ]

[ ♪ “The Road To Nowhere” by Radical Face playing ]
♪ The lightning climbing up the walls ♪
♪ The finger drawings on the glass ♪
♪ The map of those who used to live here ♪
♪ Until the gilded hand was broken ♪

[ At Walter Reed, Liz is pushed in a wheelchair to the OR where she will have the planned procedure. Doctors prepare their sterile instruments ]

♪ Often there’s a voice in my sleeping mind ♪
♪ The words inside my skull at night ♪
♪ But once I wake, I cannot read them ♪
♪ My bloody hands remain a question mark ♪

[ On the docked ship, Samar opens a door to find a long, narrow room with two levels of narrow cots with patients lining one wall. Many patients are emaciated, their faces are inflamed and pustulent. A few look up at her as she passes ]

♪ And our eyes ♪
♪ They were always pointed at the sky looking for an answer ♪
♪ And our hands … ♪

[ Liz is prepped for surgery. The phone in the OR rings ]
Pre-op nurse: [ On phone ] Yes.
[ Hangs up phone ]
Pre-op nurse: That was the lab. They’ve got the results

♪ they were stained in black and grey busy solving problems ♪
♪ all along the road to nowhere ♪

 
[ Someone jumps Samar ]
[ Grunting ] [ Grunting ] [ Grunts ] [ Panting ]
[ The man gains the upper hand and is about to cut Samar’s throat just as Ressler kicks him off her and subdues him ]
Ressler: You okay?
Samar: Yeah. [ Exhales ]
Ressler: What the hell is this place?

 
[ Liz enters Kirk’s room ]
[ Monitor beeping steadily ]
Kirk: I thought you were in surgery.
Liz: I was.
Kirk: You just saved my life.
Liz: I tried to.
Kirk: What, you weren’t a match?
Liz: No.
Kirk: Well… you did what you could.
Liz: The test results–
Kirk: No, I’ll just– Forget about them.
Liz: You don’t understand. I…
Kirk: Yes, we weren’t compatible. Not every father and daughter are.
Liz: It’s not just that we weren’t compatible. The test results showed something else. I’m not your daughter.

 
[ Red’s Mercedes is waiting behind a large brick building as a second car pulls up. Dr Rayburn gets out of Red’s car and Dr Shaw emerges from the second car ]
Shaw: How did the FBI find us?
Rayburn: I don’t know. All that matters is Reddington was able to chopper you off the ship.
Shaw: What does he want? Why are we here?
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[ Cellphone rings ]
Dembe: [ Handing phone to Red ] Agent Navabi.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Red: Yes?
Samar: We know what you’re doing.
Red: I sincerely doubt that.
Samar: Dr. Adrian Shaw– You abducted her.
Red: I kept her from you. There’s a difference.
Samar: Yes, we would’ve arrested her. You’re going to kill her.
Red: You looked absolutely ravishing the other night.
Samar: We’ve seen her research–
Red: What do you do to stay in such incredible shape? Calisthenics? Or Jazzercise?
Samar: The gene-sequencing technology she’s trying to perfect– it’s called CRISPR. It’s supposed to teach your DNA to repair itself.
Red: Maybe we should be workout partners.
Samar: Adrian Shaw was using human experimentation to cure people like Alexander Kirk. He either financed her research, or wanted to use it to cure himself, so you got to her first. Adrian Shaw deserves to go to prison for what she’s done, not to be murdered for it.
Red: I’ll see you in dance class, Samar.
Samar: Hello? Hello?

 
Rayburn: He knows everything. I don’t know how, but he does– about you being Sonia Bloom, going on the run after Matthew was murdered. He found Matthew’s killer. He avenged his death after all these years.
Shaw: Why would he do that?
Red: Dr. Shaw, fresh off the boat, as it were. Dr. Rayburn, I’m sure someone is sick somewhere who could use your assistance.
Rayburn: What?
Red: Goodbye. Please.
Shaw: You’re Raymond Reddington.
[ Dr Rayburn gets in the car Dr Shaw came in. Car door closes ]
Red: And you’re in my debt, which can be a complicated place to be. Shall we?
[ They get into Red’s Mercedes ] [ Car door closes ] [ Engine starts ]

 
Liz: It doesn’t make any sense. I saw the DNA test.
Tom: From 30 years ago. Clearly, it was flawed.
Liz: And the things he knows about me, he wasn’t pretending. He believed he was my father. So did I.
Tom: I didn’t want you to do it in the first place. But I admire you for wanting to.
Liz: This whole time, Reddington was right.
Tom: Yeah, but he was wrong about one thing. Kirk is never getting out of here alive.

 
[ Monitor beeps ] [ Steady beeping ] [ Static crackles, beep ]
[ Kirk gets up out of the hospital bed and walks over to the large window. He raises the blinds and crosses himself ]
[ Across the street, a man in a van is looking at the hospital window through binoculars ]
The Man: [ In Russian, into a phone ] We just got the sign.
Odette: All teams ready. We move in five.

 
[ Red, Dr Shaw and Dembe walk through a long darkened room, cluttered with cast-off items ]
[ At the far end of the room is a door. It opens into a modern, brightly-lit room with tables of shiny glass tubes and flasks, as well a computer printer and other equipment ]
Dr Shaw: What is this?
Red: This was a thriving business that manufactured counterfeit cigarette tax stamps until a little over two weeks ago. There’s a hefty profit in tax stamps, and they’re a lovely way to launder money– a story I can share another time. Right now I have a pressing matter which requires your assistance.
Shaw: Are you sick?
Red: You have no idea.

 
[ Kirk is sitting on the edge of his bed. Sweat has broken out on his brow and he is breathing heavily. He shudders ]
[ Liz enters ]
Liz: What are you doing?
Kirk: Well, I came here for treatment. Now since I’m not getting any…
Liz: You’d rather go back to the Box? They can make you comfortable here.
Kirk: That DNA test was altered.
Liz: I thought it was a mistake, too.
Kirk: Mistake? It wasn’t a mistake. No. It was altered by Reddington.
Liz: I had the lab rerun the test. It came back the same way.
Kirk: Yes. To make it look like you’re not my daughter. He knew you’d want to save me. So he did everything in his power to prevent that from happening! But he’s not going to prevent it. Do you hear me?! I will not die in here!
[ A guard enters and restrains Kirk ]
Kirk: You are going to save me, Masha! You’re going to save me… Masha. Save me, Masha!
Man: [ Subdues Kirk ] Give me a hand.

 
[ Dialing ] [ Cellphone rings ]
Red: Yes?
Liz: Did you manipulate the test?
Red: What are you talking about?
Liz: I just showed Kirk DNA proof he’s not my father, and he blames you for faking the test.
Red: Get out of the hospital.
Liz: Don’t change the subject.
Red: The only subject that interests me, Elizabeth, is your safety– a safety that has been guaranteed thus far because Alexander Kirk believed you to be his daughter. He now knows you’re not.
Liz: He’s under federal guard. There are marshals with tactical gear watching every entrance. What’s he gonna do?
Red: I’ll tell you what he won’t do. He won’t die alone in that hospital. I promise you, the plan is already in motion. All of Kirk’s resources will be brought to bear.
[ Men are shown preparing for action ]
Red: Every angle has been calculated. Every obstacle considered and accounted for. Men are coming, Elizabeth– men who kill every living thing that gets in their way. Tell Harold, and then you get out of that hospital.
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Man: [ Russian accent ] We’re in place. On your ready.
[ Beep ]

 
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♫ Road to Nowhere
By Radical Face
 
♪ The lightning climbing up the walls
The finger drawings on the glass
The map of those who used to live here
Until the gilded hand was broken
 
♪ Often there’s a voice in my sleeping mind
The words inside my skull at night
But once I wake, I cannot read them
My bloody hands remain a question mark
 
♪ Sifting through the hiccups of time
We’ll hide in the bones of the city
The engines sing along with their cries
This song, it spells disaster
But it’s buried beneath the laughter
 
♪ The words that fall from out their mouths
Can change in your hands and split the skin
So I will keep myself apart
from shining eyes and privileged boredom
 
♪ The thing that I’ve learned from unusual blood
Is never touch a person’s comfort
The voice of change is often heard
But fear itself has come to visit
 
♪ Sifting through the hiccups of time
We’ll hide in the bones of the city
The engines sing along with their cries
This song, it spells disaster
But we drown it out with laughter
 
♪ And our eyes
They were always pointed at the sky looking for an answer
And our hands
They were stained in black and grey busy solving problems
And our backs all bear the load of all the things we’ll never know until it breaks us
And in the comfort of the Earth we will not wonder what we’re worth
No, we will sleep soundly
All along the Road to Nowhere
 
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🔴 Script 4:8 Dr Adrian Shaw (№ 98) – Conclusion

 
Program air date: 11/10/2016 in the US
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Director: Michael Watkins
Written by: Daniel Cerone
 

⭕ Script 4:8 Dr Adrian Shaw (№ 98)

Blurb: Fall Finale. Kirk is under guard in a high security hospital as Odette plans to extract him. Red holds the key to possibly curing Kirk. Who is Liz’s real father? Did Red falsify the DNA evidence that says Kirk is not Liz’s father? Did Katarina? Will Liz ever learn the truth about her heritage, her childhood, her mother – the mysterious Katarina Rostova?

 
Voice-Over: Previously on “The Blacklist”…
⋘⋙
Liz: Enter the code!
⋘⋙
Ressler: And Reddington is suddenly looking for a mysterious blood doctor who’s doing cutting-edge research into gene sequencing.
⋘⋙
Dr Adrian Shaw: You’re Raymond Reddington.
Red: And you’re in my debt.
⋘⋙
Red: [ On phone ] The plan is already in motion. Men are coming, Elizabeth. Men who kill every living thing who gets in their way. Tell Harold and then you get out of that hospital.

[ ♪ Voodoo In My Blood (feat. Young Fathers) plays ]
♪ Voodoo in my blood is living ♪
♪ Blood take I’m chillin’ ♪
♪ Chill me got the soul of a mimic ♪
♪ It’s not quite right, you must be silly ♪
♪ Sign of the wars is my grinning ♪

Odette: [ Remotely ] Okay, cameras up. When you engage, you have a 4-minute window for extraction.

♪ I’m yours, I’m yours ♪

Viktor: Colonel Wright ordered a dialysis.
Guard: Can’t let you in without a scan.
Odette: Okay, Viktor, someone’s coming.
[ Hospital manager comes up ]
Hospital Manager: Can I help you?
[ Viktor shoots him💥Silenced gunshots (💥)(💥) ] [ Drill whirring. Victor drills into a vent ]
Odette: Four minutes and counting.

 
Cooper: Is it true? The DNA test? You’re not Kirk’s daughter.
Liz: Tell your team to expect a full military assault.
Cooper: What are you talking about?
Liz: I just got off the phone with Reddington. He has reason to believe Kirk’s men are coming to break him out.

 
Liz: Call it off.
Kirk: You talked to Reddington. He’s the only one who gets you worked up like this.
Liz: If you try to escape, innocent people will die.

 
[ Typing ]
Odette: Secure area on the left.

♪ Keep the front door open ♪
♪ Wipe that cheeky grin and come on down ♪

 
[ Viktor drops object into ventilation system ] [Thud ]
Viktor: [ Russian accent ] Incendiaries are live.
⋘⋙
Liz: Even if you could get out, what’s the point? You are sick.
Kirk: You can help me, Masha.
Liz: I know you don’t wanna believe this, but those test results…
Kirk: They were altered by Reddington.
Liz: No, they’re real. I’m not your daughter.
Kirk: Reddington wants me dead, Masha. He always has.
Liz: Maybe. I don’t know. But I do know that I can’t save your life. And you aren’t going anywhere.
[ Faint hissing ] [ Smoke starts to come out of the wall vent ]
Kirk: You’re wrong. We’re leaving here together, solnishko. No arguments.

♪ Mama, stop giving me grief ♪

[ Alarm ringing ]

♪ Why does the blood always stick… ♪

Woman over P.A.:

May I have …

Cooper: [ Walks in on Liz and Kirk ] Agent Keen.
[ Cooper sees smoke now pouring out of the vent ]

… your attention, please? There has been a fire emergency reported in the building. [ Speaking indistinctly ]

[ Coughing ]
[ Doctors and nurses are hurrying patients out of the unit ]
⋘⋙
Odette: Our people are inside.
Man: Copy that.
⋘⋙
[ Kirk’s men are walking through halls toward Kirk’s unit ]

♪ Wipe that cheeky… ♪

Woman over P.A.:

… your attention, please? There has been a fire emergency report. May I have your attention, please? There has been…

Cooper: We believe the fire’s a false flag to help Kirk break out. Tell your people no one in or out of this room until I say otherwise. What’s hospital protocol?
Unit Head: Evacuation and/or containment. This ward is specifically designed to go into emergency lockdown.
Liz: Has anyone seen Tom?
⋘⋙
[ Tom is outside the unit ]
Tom: Come on, man. Let me in. My wife’s in there.
Guard: Can’t do it.
Tom: You know me. I’ve been in and out all day. I just went to get a cup of coffee.
Guard: Sorry, we have orders.
[ Kirk’s goons arrive, are waved through ]
[ Team of Kirk’s men walks up ]
Tom: Well, you’re letting these guys in, right?
[ Alarm ringing ]
Woman on P.A.:

May I have your attention, please? There has been…

Cooper: Doesn’t make sense.
Liz: What doesn’t?
Cooper: Why start a fire? It only initiates hospital protocol, making it even harder to get inside .
[ Liz’s cellphone vibrates ]
Liz: Reddington.
Red: You’re still at the hospital. I told you, you need to get out now.
Cooper: They’re already inside.
⋘⋙
Odette: Blow it. Now. Go.
Tom: Get down!
[ 💥🔥💥 Explosion 💥🔥💥 ]

♪ Uh-huh ♪
♪ Uh-huh ♪

[ Kirk’s men prepare weapons; Tom recovers from blast and follows ]
[ Continuous ringing tone, echoing footsteps ]
Guard: Ready? One, two, three.
[ 💥🔥💥 Explosion 💥🔥💥 ] [ 💥🔥💥 Explosion 💥🔥💥 ]
[[ … And that’s all before the title sequence! ]]

 
[ Screams, clamoring ] [ 💥 Gunfire 💥 ] [ (💥) Silenced gunshots ( 💥) ]
Guard: Move, move, down! Out, out. Come on! [ Grunting ] Go!
[ 💥 Gunfire 💥 ]
Odette: Get Kirk out. Go now.
[ Grunting ]
Kirk’s man: Drop your weapon. Put it down.
Cooper: You put it down. Drop…
[ Cooper is pushed down ]
Kirk: Leave him. We’re only here for Masha.
[ He sees Liz. He fights with Dmitri. ]
Tom: Liz!
Liz: Tom!
Tom: Liz.
Liz: Tom!
[ Dmitri is strangling Tom ] [ Grunting ]
Dmitri: She cannot hear you, my friend! [ Groaning ] Are you saying something? I still cannot hear you! [ Grunts ]
[ Tom reaches for gun on the floor ] [ Tom shoots Dmitri in the head 💥 ]
[ Coughing, gasping ]
Odette: [ Remote Location ] Keep moving, keep moving.
Kirk’s man: Inside. Go, go, go. Go.
[ Kirk and Liz are hustled into the back of an ambulance ]
[ 💥 Gunfire sprays crowd 💥 💥 💥 ]
[ Tom runs toward ambulance, shoots Kirk’s man who blasted the crowd ]
Odette: Leave him. Go now.
[ Siren wailing ]

 
[ Nearby, a man is about to get into his car. Car alarm chirps ]
[ Tom runs ups, points gun ]
Tom: Hey, hey. Give me the keys. Give me the keys.
[ The man gives Tom his keys. Tom gets in the car ]
Tom: [ To the man ] Sorry.
[ Siren continues wailing ] [ Tires screech ]

 
[ Kate is dreaming ]

Red: You’ve told me you’ve always wanted a… pristine, unspoiled place to live out your days in peace. So the acre is yours – for all eternity. [ Gunshot 💥 ]

Kate: [ Gasps ] [ Aloud: ] Raymond.
[ Kate wakes up ]
Hunter: Fever broke. Think we beat that infection. So, who’s Raymond? He the one that shot you? Or the other guy? [ He shows Kate the photo ] Which one? I don’t know why you’re protecting these people. Truth is, I don’t care. You’re not leaving me a lot of options here, sweetheart. Can’t hold you prisoner forever.
Kate: So let me go.
Hunter: This here is a squat. Public land. Rangers would run me off if they knew. Nobody knows I’m here but you. You don’t trust me. So how am I supposed to trust you with my whole world? This would’ve been a whole lot easier if you had been considerate enough to die on your own.
[ Door opens ] [ Door closes ]
[ Kate twists metal object… ]

 
Ressler: We’re 10 minutes out. You got eyes on Kirk?
Cooper: Aram’s trying to locate the escape vehicle. Where are you on Dr. Shaw?
Samar: Nowhere. Reddington got to her.
Cooper: If we’re right and Shaw knows how to cure Kirk, Reddington has just made sure that’s not going to happen.
Ressler: Which means Liz is his only hope. Kirk’s not gonna hurt her as long as he needs her stem cells to survive.
Cooper: But he doesn’t. The hospital ran DNA tests. They’re not related.

 
Dembe: It was Kirk’s men at the hospital.
Red: Did Elizabeth get out?
Dembe: She was taken by Kirk.
Red: Well, she’ll be safe with him until Kirk’s doctors confirm she’s not his daughter, but we don’t have much time. We need to find patient zero. How long, Dr. Shaw?
Dr Shaw: It might help if I knew what you needed the patient for.
Red: My agenda has no bearing on your task. You know what you’re looking for. I need it now.
Dr Shaw: I’ve treated hundreds of patients over the years. This is going to take some time.
Red: I’m out of time, Doctor, which means you’re out of time. Find the patient.

 
[ Siren wailing ] [ Kirk and Liz are in back of ambulance ]
Kirk: You’re angry, and I accept that.
Liz: Tom better not be dead.
Kirk: In time, you’ll understand I did this to hold my family together.
Liz: He better not be dead.
Kirk: The test… Reddington falsified it. He’ll do anything to keep us apart.
Driver: We’re approaching the switch site. Medical teams are prepped and waiting.
Kirk: [ To his men ] Tom Keen, make sure he’s not hurt.
Liz: I’m not giving you my blood.
Kirk: You will help me, Masha, one way or another.
[ Tom chases Kirk ]
[ Siren wailing ] [ Tires squeal ] [ Engine roaring ] [ Horns blare ]
⋘⋙
[ At Post Office, phone rings ]
Aram: Agent Mojtabai.
Tom: Aram! I’m following Liz. She’s in an ambulance heading north on Bristoll. Hang on!
[ Honk blares ]
Tom: Aram, the ambulance.
Aram: I’m tracking it now. Agents Ressler and Navabi are closing in from the west. I’m vectoring you in.

 
[ Siren continues wailing ]
Kirk: Why are we slowing?
Odette: [ On phone ] You can’t stop. You need to get to the switch car.
Kirk’s driver: Hold on.
[ Horn honking ] [ Tires screech ] [ Ambulance slams into back of a car ] [ Tom’s car catches up ]
Kirk’s man: Everybody out! Let’s go!
[ Tom attacks.💥 Gunfire 💥 ]
Kirk’s man: Out! Get out of the way!
[ A woman is forced out of her car. Some of Kirk’s force and Liz and Kirk take off in it ]
[ Tires squeal ]
[ 💥 Gunfire 💥 continues between Tom and one of Kirk’s goons ] [ Gun cocks ] [ Grunts ] [ Gun cocks ]
[ Tom runs out of ammo. He crawls under a van, but Kirk’s man sees him ]
Kirk’s man: Hey. How’s it going under there? My boss ordered me not to kill you, but he didn’t say anything about messing up that pretty face.
Tom: Whoo! Okay, okay, okay.
[ Tires squeal, Car doors open ] [ 💥 Gunfire 💥 ] [ Thud ]
[ Footsteps approach ]
[ Ressler bends down to look at Tom under the car ]
Ressler: You owe me.

 
[ Clinking ]
[ Gasps ]
Kate: What are you doing?
[ Kate has freed herself, holds self-fashioned knife to the Hunter’s neck ]
Hunter: Can’t keep you. Can’t kill you. I was gonna cut you loose and… pray you don’t tell anybody I’m up here.
[ Kate releases her grip ]
Kate: You could’ve left me in the woods.
Hunter: No, I couldn’t do that.

 
[ Door closes ]
[ Interrogation room ]
Samar: Police found the sedan abandoned under a bridge about a mile away.
Kirk’s man, Viktor: Where is this place?
Ressler: That bridge was well chosen. No surveillance cameras, a complete dead zone.
Samar: You had a switch vehicle stashed there. You were supposed to be in it.
Ressler: We need a make and tag number. Where were they headed?
Viktor: Prisoners are legally guaranteed medical care. And… [ Huffs ] I’ve been shot.
Samar: You were treated by paramedics.
Viktor: I need a doctor. You are showing deliberate indifference to my injuries, and that is against the law.
[ Ressler takes a pen-like object and presses it into the bullet hole ]
Ressler: Hmm. So… this where the bullet went in?
[ Viktor inhales sharply ] [ Groans ]
Ressler: This building doesn’t exist. That means you’re not here and you never were.
Samar: Where is Alexander Kirk?
[ Ressler presses harder ] [ Grunts ] [ Groans ]
Ressler: Come on.
Viktor: [ Strained voice ] They had a van waiting under the bridge. [ Inhales sharply ] A silver panel van. The safe house was 10 minutes away, but they hadn’t told me where in case of something like this.
Ressler: I don’t believe you. You’re lying.
Viktor: I’m not!
Ressler: Tell me.
Viktor: I don’t… know… where.

 
Ressler: Keen was taken from the drop site in a silver panel van. Safe house is less than 10 minutes away.
Cooper: Contact Montgomery County Police. Tell them to pull all surveillance from in and around that area… local businesses, traffic cams.
Aram: I’ll start a search for properties in the area associated with Kirk or his shell companies.
Cooper: Knock on doors, interview street vendors. Talk to anyone who might’ve seen that van. Let’s find Agent Keen.

 
Tom: [ On phone ] I talked to Ressler.
Red: Tell me everything.
Tom: They think they’ve nailed a location where she’s being held, somewhere in Silver Spring.
Dr Shaw: I think I found something.
Tim: Hey. Hello, did you hear me? I need to find her, and I need your help.
Red: No. The FBI needs to find her. We need to focus on keeping Elizabeth alive once they do.
Tom: What are you talking about?
Red: I’ll call you on this number when I know more. [ Cellphone closes ]
Shaw: I found patient zero.
Red: Call Baz. Tell him to get Dr. Reifler here right away. Go on.
Shaw: Mr. Reddington, I was on the verge of patenting cutting-edge research that would’ve saved countless lives. I had to restore my credentials as a doctor, and thanks to you, I’ve lost it all again.
Red: Patient zero. I need a name.
Shaw: I want you to bankroll my work. I want my future back. My research is illegal, not immoral.
Red: A distinction I’m comfortable drawing. But human experimentation in the hull of a ship is a bit too Draconian even for me.
Shaw: I need your word that you will not kill her.
Red: Her name.

 
Doctor: The HLA proteins aren’t a match. We’re not meeting the criteria.
Kirk: You’re a liar.
Doctor: I’ve reviewed the results three times.
Kirk: How much did he pay you?
[ Kirk fires gun 💥 over his head ]
Kirk: How much did he pay you?
Doctor: Sir, please. It… it’s not a match.
[ Gun cocks, Kirk points it at him ]
Kirk: You look into my eyes and you tell me Elizabeth Keen is not my daughter.
Odette: [ Stepping up, lowers his arm ] She’s not.

 
Red: Dr. Reifler, I don’t know about you, but I’m experiencing the strongest sense of déjà vu.
Dr Reifler: Why are you doing this? I’ve told you everything I know about Kirk, and I have been locked in a sweaty motel room with your goons for weeks.
Red:?Goons. That… that’s not fair. Well, Carlton is a bit goonish, but Matthew is actually quite erudite and a world-class chess player to boot. In any case, there’s someone I’d like to introduce you to. Dr. Adrian Shaw, meet Dr. Sebastian Reifler. Dr. Reifler is a hematologist. Dr. Shaw is a research scientist who worked with a patient you also treated, Lucille Bockes.
Reifler: Lucille Bockes is dead.
Shaw: Actually, she’s not.
Reifler: No, I-I put her into hospice care over four years ago.
Red: I won’t pretend to understand how it all works, but I must say, Dr. Shaw really is something of a wizard.
Shaw: Lucille responded to my treatment and went into full remission.
Reifler: It’s… it’s not possible.
Red: Lucille Bockes is alive and well… [ Cellphone rings ] and working as a prosecuting attorney.
Dembe: It’s Kirk.
Red: Constantin.
Kirk: She’s not my daughter.
Red: No, she’s not.
Kirk: And yet, she’s here.
Red: She’s nothing to you. A distant, confused memory. I’m the one you want.
Kirk: What I want is to put a bullet in your head before I die.
Red: Then do that. An even trade.
Kirk: With the FBI wanting to ambush me the moment I give her up, I don’t think so.
Red: You set the terms. However you want, I’ll do it. My life for hers.
Kirk: Rollins Park. 20 minutes. I’ll send a car. [ Cellphone closes ]
Dembe: We can find her.
Red: There’s no more time.
Dembe: He’ll kill you, no matter what you do or say. You can’t go.
Red: It’s Elizabeth.

 
[ Red and Dembe are sitting on a park bench ]

[ Elliott Smith’s ♪ “Between the Bars” playing ]

Dembe: If we can get the woman…
Red: It’s too late for her to save Elizabeth.
Dembe: But perhaps she can save you.

♪ The potential you’ll be ♪
♪ That you’ll never see ♪
♪ The promises you’ll only make ♪
♪ Drink up with me now ♪
♪ And forget all about ♪
♪ The pressure of days, do what I say ♪
♪ And I’ll make you okay and drive them away ♪
♪ People you’ve been before that you ♪

Red: [ To Dembe ] Forgive me. For Kate. For everything.

♪ And won’t bend to your will ♪
♪ Drink up, baby, look at the stars ♪

[ Red gets in car as Dembe watches ] [ Door closes ]

♪ I’ll kiss you again, between the bars ♪
♪ Where I’m seeing you there ♪
♪ With your hands in the air ♪

[ In the hunter’s cabin, Kate is sitting at the table ] [ The Hunter and his dog enter ]

♪ Waiting to finally be caught ♪
♪ Drink up one more time ♪
♪ And I’ll make you mine ♪
♪ Keep you apart ♪

Kate: The man you saw in the picture was my employer. He lost his way. At least, that’s how I saw it.

♪ And keep the things ♪

Kate: He placed a lovely young woman and her baby girl in terrible danger… not deliberately, mind you. He loves them deeply. Enough to blind him to the reality that his very presence in their lives constitutes a threat. Not just to them, but to himself as well. I tried to help her. All I managed to do was to place her and the child in even greater danger. My efforts earned me a bullet in the head. This man, he is very dangerous and absolutely relentless. If he even suspects I survived, there will be no place I can be safe. The reason I didn’t tell you the truth was not to protect him, but to protect you. It’s a shame you have no crackers.

 
Kirk: I’m not ready to die… just yet.
Odette: Reddington. He’s arriving.
Liz: You shouldn’t have come.
Red: The ripe apple falls. Doesn’t know what else to do. So here I am. Time to let her go.
Kirk: I bear Masha no grudges. I promise her safe passage. I understand now how you see me… dangerous man… dying, polluted by his money.
Liz: Let him go.
Kirk: Love did it, if you can believe it. It doesn’t make much sense, but sometimes you can feel too much, hold on too long… it poisons you. I should have let go of you… years ago, but you were my child. I’m gonna be dead soon, and my biggest regret is that… you will remember me like this and not the young father who cradled you in his arms. A lifetime in front of us.
Liz: You want me to remember you that way? Let Reddington go.
Kirk: [ To Odette ] Hold her for an hour. Take her somewhere remote. Leave her safe. Safe, Odette.
Liz: I’ll come for you. I’ll come for you.
Kirk: [ To Red ] You and I have much to talk about.

 
Miss Bockes: Excuse me, what are you doing?
Tom: I locked my keys in the car, you believe it? Yeah, I stopped to get something and then… never mind.
Bockes: You’re blocking my car.
Tom: Yeah, I took care of it. There’s a locksmith… be here in 45 minutes.
Bockes: I’m late for court. This can’t be happening!
Tom: I called a, uh, car service. Yeah, they’re almost here. So I’m gonna have my assistant come down and deal…
Bockes: You can’t just leave. I am a lawyer. I have a trial.
Tom: Why don’t we do this? Why don’t you just take my ride?
Bockes: That, uh, would be very helpful.
Bockes: Great. Thank you.
Tom: Sure, no problem. Yeah, I’ll just, um… it’s a black Town Car. And, uh, the driver’s name is unpronounceable. Ha! I can’t even say…
Dembe: Hey, you called for a ride?
Tom: Yes, thank you. Would you be so kind as to drive this young woman wherever she would like to go?
Woman: I’m going to the county courthouse. Chestnut and Jefferson.
[ Tom gets in too and pulls his gun ]
Tom: I’m not gonna hurt you.

 
Kirk: I don’t really know how we got here, Raymond. I remember being an honest businessman in a happy marriage until you came along.
Red: Constantin, I can save your life.
Kirk: Seduced my wife. To her credit, Katarina broke it off, but you couldn’t let go.
Red: I have a cure.
Kirk: I came home one night and they were gone… my wife, my child.
Red: 202-555-0198.
Kirk: My girl who’s not even my girl.
Red: If you wanna live, call the number.
Kirk: As you can imagine, I have many questions.
Red: There’s a science. Some sort of genetics. It’s called CRISPR.
Kirk: [ Chuckles ] Your magic bullet to save my life is some experimental treatment they’re not even testing on humans.
Red: CRISPR is not just experimental.
Kirk: Gene re-sequencing may work someday, but I won’t live that long.
Red: There was a breakthrough 19 years ago by a scientist who was murdered. His partner carried on his work on humans, not animals, with remarkable success. I have a doctor who can apply that science today. I can make her available to you.
Kirk: And why would you save my life?
Red: Because I want you to save mine. Call the number.
Kirk: Because of my chronic illness, I’ve become something of an expert in pain management… what causes it, and what prevents it. Naturally occurring toxins, bacterial proteins, mutagens. I’m confident Mr. Kleeb can encourage you to answer some of my questions, Raymond. As I said, I have many. Now, let’s start at the beginning.
[ Kirk injects Red’s hand ]

 
Dembe: We’ll deliver them in one hour. [ Cellphone beeps ] The meeting is set. The same bus stop. Just the doctor and Miss Bockes.
Bockes: Where are you taking me?
Tom: Just need a little blood work.

 
FBI guy: Okay. All right.
Ressler: That was Aram. No dice. There’s no business, no shell companies, nothing that links to Kirk.
Samar: Anything on that silver panel van?
Ressler: No, we gotta keep knocking.
Samar: We’re never gonna find Kirk’s safe house this way.

 
Ressler: They’ve been driving a silver panel van. You see anything like that around here today?
Cashier: No. Who are they?
Samar: Did anyone enter the club in the last hour or so?
Cashier: Sure, but I wouldn’t have let them inside without a membership card.
Ressler: You mind if we take a look around just in case?
[ Cellphone rings ]
Cashier: No, fine with me.
Ressler: Excuse me. [ Answers phone ] Ressler.
Aram: All right, I’m looking at CCTV feeds of a silver panel van that crossed through the intersection of Newmarket and Maiden less than five minutes ago.
Ressler: [ To Samar ] Aram’s got eyes on the van. All right, talk to me.

 
[ Cashier pulls out drawer with phone ] [ Beep, speed-dialing ]
Kirk: What is it?
Cashier: Two cops asking questions. They’re gone now, but I can’t say they won’t be coming back.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Kirk: I had proof that she was my daughter. A DNA test.
Red: You saw what Katarina wanted you to see. She lied to you about everything. KGB trained her to seduce… foreign diplomats, intel… intelligence personnel… into… believ… revealing secrets. You always thought I was the interloper. The truth is that I was an assignment. I’m… I’m sure you were, too.
Kirk: That’s a lie.
Red: A cover then. You were wealthy and powerful. [ Breathes sharply ] Gave her access.
Kirk: All that matters is that we had a family, and you destroyed it. We had a daughter, and you took her from us. Why?
Mr. Kleeb: If I dose him again, it could induce an Adrenergic storm. We could lose him.
Kirk: Are you her father?
[ Kirk injects Red in the neck ]
Kirk: Are you her father? Answer me.

 
[ Odette and Liz are walking along a pier. Odette has a gun pointed at Liz. One of Kirk’s men follows behind ]
Odette: Let’s go.
Liz: What good is killing me gonna do? It won’t bring him back. He’s gonna die. He can’t be saved.
Odette: Well, he wouldn’t need to be saved if it wasn’t for you. Come on. Up, up.
Liz: He’s dying because he’s sick.
Odette: I’m not talking about his death. That was inevitable. I’m talking about who he’s become because of his obsession with you. He was a good man when I met him. And then he saw you, a fugitive on television. Finding you, that changed him. He did things that I didn’t think he was capable of. Terrible things. Awful. I blame you for that.
[ Ressler appears and 💥 shoots Kirk’s guy ]
[ Liz turns and attacks Odette, gets the gun. Samar arrives and also points her gun at Odette ]
Liz: You’re going to jail.
Odette: No. I’m not.
[ Leaps off the edge of the building hitting the water far below ]

 
Mr. Kleeb: His heart rate is 122. BP is 180 over 110. We’ve made him tachycardic.
Kirk: The antidote.
[ Ragged breathing ]
[ Kirk holds up two syringes ]
Kirk: Pain. Relief. Which I administer next is completely up to you.
⋘ No response ⋙
Kirk: So be it.
[ Tires squeal; A black SUV pulls up. Dr Reifler and Miss Bockes get out ]
Miss Bockes: I don’t know what this is. I don’t know why I’m here, but I am a district attorney and people will be looking for me.
Kirk: Who is she?
Dr Reifler: She is a miracle. Lucille was a patient of mine. Lucille Bockes.
Kirk: That’s not possible.
Reifler: I know.
Kirk: What trick are you playing?
Red: It’s not a trick. It’s a proof of concept. NYT
Kirk: CRISPR?
Red: It can save you.
Kirk: If I let you go.
Red: We both die… or we both live. It’s up to you.
Kirk: Run every test on her you can think of. I don’t believe in miracles.

 
Ressler: You’re telling me that Reddington was there with Kirk.
Liz: Yeah. He traded himself for me.
Ressler: They were in some kind of an underground parking lot?
Liz: There were no signs, no markers. They had my head covered going in and out.
Ressler: Any idea how close it is?
Liz: I’d say we drove 15, maybe 20 minutes.
Ressler: 10 mile radius to search. We’re right back to where we started.
Liz: No, we’re not. I have an idea.

 
[ Phone rings at the Post Office ]
Aram: Yeah.
Liz: Aram, I have a question. If the van Kirk’s guys were using has a GPS system, could you use that to retrace where it’s been?
Aram: If the van has a telematics system, it may have a two-way link to a service provider that relays GPS data.
Liz: Okay, I’m standing at the van. What do you need to make that happen?

 
Kirk: Maybe she’s a miracle. Maybe she’s not a miracle. Either way, you’re gonna have to answer my question.
Red: No.
Kirk: You’re not her father?
Red: No, I’m not gonna answer your question.
[ Ragged breathing ]
Red: It doesn’t matter. She lived at… at your house as your daughter… on and off for… four years. Sometimes you were there, sometimes you weren’t. What difference does it make?
Kirk: Are you her father?
Red: Sam Milhoan raised her after that.
Kirk: Are you her father?
Red: It doesn’t matter.
Mr Kleeb: I can’t. If I inject him again…
Kirk: I’m gonna ask you one more time. Is Masha your daughter?
[ Breathing heavily ]
Red: [ Murmurs indistinctly ] What do you want me to say? Yes… [ Murmurs indistinctly ] Is that what you want me to say? Yes, Elizabeth is my daughter.

 
Kirk: It’s true?
Reifler: Yes. I did a full work up. She’s cured.
Red: My proposition still stands.
Bockes: How? What does it matter how? Dr. Shaw saved my life.
Red: Dr. Shaw is standing by in a fully assembled lab waiting for you.
Kirk: I want everybody out. Clear the area. Miss Bockes, you’re free to go. All of you, go. Out! [ Tires squeal ]
Kirk: So… you can cure me. How ironic. You, of all people. But if the price for my life is sharing the Earth with you, I’m gonna have to turn you down.

 
Aram: All right, stay on Hampden unless you cross 188, then take your next right.
Ressler: Aram, we don’t have time to retrace the entire route.
Liz: The site had an underground parking structure. Does that help you filter the search?
Aram: Yeah, well, it would, except that van covered over 40 miles of road today.
Ressler: Aram, Keen said she was on the road for 15, maybe 20 minutes. Can you narrow the route pattern to a specific window of time?
Aram: Determine the speed and the number of stops. The van made eight stops in the last 96 minutes. An apartment complex in Friendship Heights, a gym in Bethesda, what looks like a strip mall…
Ressler: Wait, wait. Did you say gym?
Aram: Uh, right. Bodhi Fitness.
Ressler: That’s the place.

 
Kirk: Since we have a history together, I’ll give you the choice. Would you prefer to suffocate or to have a heart attack?
Red: You’re not gonna kill me.
Kirk: And why is that? Because that means I’ll die, too?
Red: Dying isn’t so bad. I did it once in Marrakesh.
Kirk: Suffocation. You talk too much.
Red: Perhaps I should listen more. Tell me about Katarina.
Kirk: And why would I do that?
Red: Because we both miss her. Because… after all these years… I have forgotten what she was… really like.
Kirk: You remember what she did, and not who she was.
Red: Remind me.
Kirk: When… when we… when we first met, there was this house near where she lived, a case study house built by this famous mid-century architect. Over dinner one night, she said she wanted to look at it. I thought she meant look from the street. But when we got there, she jumped the fence. The lights were on. People lived there. She didn’t care. I stood there… frozen, angry, nervous. Then I felt… this rush of exhilaration. I climbed up, looked into the yard… and she was just…
Red: … Dancing.
Kirk: … unafraid. Daring. Being. I’d never seen anything like it. She had…
Red: … A joy for living.
Kirk: She was more alive than anyone I knew. When I heard she killed herself… I didn’t believe it. I still don’t. You’re wrong. I didn’t see what she wanted me to see of her, I saw her. And despite what happened, I know she loved me.
Red: You don’t have to do this.
Kirk: Raymond, there’s nothing in this world you can tell me to change my mind.
[ Kirk stabs Red in the neck with another long needle ]
[ Red whispers something to Kirk ] [ Kirk appears shocked. He does not complete the injection ]
[ Red looks at Kirk, with grave seriousness ]

[ ♪ Say Goodbye by Beck ]
♪ See the sleet ♪
♪ That rests upon ♪
♪ The quiet street we’re standing on ♪
♪ Is it time to go away ♪
♪ And try again some other day? ♪
♪ ‘Cause these are words we use ♪
♪ To say goodbye ♪

[ Liz and Ressler search the parking structure of the Gym. They find the ad hoc lab, the chair Red had sat on, Red’s hat on the floor ]

♪ Bones crack, curtains drawn ♪
♪ On my back and she is gone ♪
♪ Somewhere else I do not know ♪
♪ Time will tell and I will go ♪
♪ These are the words ♪

Cooper: Reddington did what?
Ressler: We thought he kidnapped Dr. Shaw in order to make sure that Kirk died. But the truth is, he kidnapped her hoping to keep Kirk alive.
Samar: The data recovered from Kirk’s lab indicates that Reddington was trying to prove to Kirk that Shaw could save him.
Cooper: Why the hell would he do that?
Samar: Why does Reddington do any of the things he does?
Cooper: And where’s Kirk?
Ressler: We don’t know.
Cooper: We’re sure as hell gonna find out.

♪ I will wait and take a turn ♪
♪ Sort it out ♪
♪ Let it burn ♪

[ The Hunter brings in wood. He sits down, alone, for dinner ]
[ Kate walks along a highway. A truck slows down, picks her up ]

♪ Empty out empty drawer ♪
♪ In my pockets, there’s nothing more ♪
♪ These are the words you use ♪
♪ To say goodbye ♪
♪ These are the words ♪
♪ We use ♪

[ Knock on door ]
Tom: So it worked?
Red: Yes.
Tom: I’ll take that as a thank you.
[ Door closes ]
Liz: Oh, my God. How did you…
[ Liz hugs Red ]
Liz: Kirk?
Red: Gone.
Liz: Dead?
Red: Gone.
Liz: I don’t… I don’t understand. How did you…
Red: It’s over. May I?
Liz: Mm. Come here. Come here. Yes. [ Sighs ] Here you go.
[ Liz hands the baby to Red. He makes an “Aha!” face and smiles ]
[ Cooing ] [ Both laugh ] [ Chuckles ]
Liz: You know, I really believed he was my father.
Red: You had every reason to.
Liz: Except for one. You. You told me my father died when I was a little girl. I just… I guess I didn’t want to believe it. I really wanted my dad here to see her grow up.
Red: He would’ve wanted that, too.

 
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SONGS

♫ Voodoo In My Blood
(feat. Young Fathers)

[Young Fathers:]
♪ Voodoo in my blood is living
Blood take I’m chillin’
Chill me got the soul of a mimic
It’s not quite right, you must be silly
Sign of the wars is my grinning
Come in to my time and see me
Suck it to me suck it to me timid

[Chorus:]
♪ I’m yours I’m yours
Why does the blood never stick to your teeth
Momma stop giving me grief
Why does the blood always stick to your teeth
Momma stop giving me grief

[Massive Attack:]
♪ Barely barely grieving
Keep the front door open
Wipe that cheeky grin and come on down
Barely barely grieving
Keep the front door open
Wipe that cheeky grin and come on down

[Young Fathers:]
♪ Voodoo in my blood is living
Blood take I’m chillin’
Chill me got the soul of a mimic
It’s not quite right, you must be silly
Sign of the wars is my grinning
Come in to my time and see me
Suck it to me suck it to me timid

[Chorus – Young Fathers:]
♪ I’m yours I’m yours
Why does the blood never stick to your teeth
Momma stop giving me grief
Why does the blood always stick to your teeth
Momma stop giving me grief
Why does the blood always stick to your teeth
Momma stop giving me grief
Why does the blood always stick to your teeth
Momma stop giving me grief

[Massive Attack:]
♪ Barely barely grieving
Keep the front door open
Wipe that cheeky grin and come on down
Barely barely grieving
Keep the front door open
Wipe that cheeky grin and come on down

 
Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2g7n2Gv
YouTube: https://youtu.be/ElvLZMsYXlo

 

♫ “Between The Bars”
By Elliott Smith

♪ Drink up baby, stay up all night
With the things you could do
You won’t but you might
The potential you’ll be
That you’ll never see
The promises you’ll only make

♪ Drink up with me now
And forget all about
The pressure of days
Do what I say
And I’ll make you okay
And drive them away
The images stuck in your head

♪ People you’ve been before
That you don’t want around anymore
That push and shove and won’t bend to your will
I’ll keep them still

♪ Drink up baby, look at the stars
I’ll kiss you again between the bars
Where I’m seeing you there
With your hands in the air
Waiting to finally be caught

♪ Drink up one more time
And I’ll make you mine
Keep you apart,
Deep in my heart
Separate from the rest,
Where I like you the best
And keep the things you forgot

♪ The people you’ve been before
That you don’t want around anymore
That push and shove and won’t bend to your will
I’ll keep them still

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2fhCj2s
YouTube: https://youtu.be/n5g-91mwiNs

 

♫ Say Goodbye
By Beck
 
♪ See the sleet that rests upon
The quiet street we’re standing on
Is it time to go away
And try again some other day?
‘Cause these are words we use to say goodbye
These are the words you use to say goodbye

♪ Bones crack, curtains drawn
On my back and she is gone
Somewhere else I do not know
Time will tell and I will go
These are the words we use to say goodbye
These are the words we use to say goodbye

♪ I will wait and take a turn
Sort it out, let it burn
Empty out empty drawer
In my pockets, there’s nothing more
These are the words you use to say goodbye
These are the words we use to say goodbye

 
Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2fRhs7J
YouTube: https://youtu.be/Jrtqsw6AK_I

 
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❌❌❌ End 4:8 Adrian Shaw 2

 
 

🔴 Script: 4:9 Lipet’s Seafood Company (№ 111)

 
Program air date: 1/5/2017 in the US
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Entertainment Weekly Recap: http://bit.ly/2iWI4Fl
 

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Director: Don Thorin
Teleplay by: Dawn DeNoon
Story by: Lukas Reiter, Dave Metzger
 

⭕ Script 4:9 Lipet’s Seafood Company (№ 111)

Blurb: Winter Premiere. Two groups of competing dark ops thieves clash over high tech gadgetry on US soil. Cooper excoriates Red over having brought Elizabeth Keen “nothing but pain, grief, and regret” – and cost her her status as a federal agent.

 
[ A truck backs into Lipet’s Seafood Company. Frozen fish move down a ramp and tumble into a plastic receptacle filled with ice ]

♪ well, I went up on the hill about 12:00 ♪
♪ I ran right back and I got me a pole ♪
♪ I was going down to the fishin’ hole ♪
♪ and you could come a-fishin’ all the time ♪
♪ says you’ve been a-fishin’ all the time ♪
♪ I’m a-goin’ fishin’ too ♪

[ An employee sorts through the fish. Finding one with a bloodied head he removes it from the rest and places on top of ice in a plastic cart which he pushes into an adjoining room. Andrew Wyatt, the factory manager, nods ]

♪ well, you bet your life, your lovin’ wife ♪
♪ can catch more fish than you ♪
♪ any fish bite if you’ve got good bait ♪
♪ here’s a little somethin’ I would like to relate ♪

[ The fat fish is placed on a steel table in the midst of a setting of complex-looking high tech instruments. A microprocessor in a plastic bag, removed from the fish’s mouth, tumbles to the floor. The tech slits the fish’s gut and removes another microprocessor. Over this operation looms a middle eastern-looking male ]

♪ so, come on, baby, come on down ♪
♪ I’m a-goin’ a-fishin’, yes, I’m goin’ a-fishin’ ♪
♪ you could come fishin’, too ♪

[ Suddenly, this bucolic setting is interrupted by an assault by black-uniformed commandos, their faces sheathed ]
[ Rapid gunfire 💥💥💥 ] [ Object thuds ]
Commando: We got him!
Commando: Get it out of here now. Go! Go! Go! Go!
[ Gunfire continues 💥💥💥]
[ The commandos quickly halt the operation, killing nearly everyone ]

♪ come on, baby, come on down ♪
♪ you could come a-fishin’, yeah, come a-fishin’ ♪
♪ you could come fishin’, too ♪

[ The commandos gather up all the complex gadgetry they deem important ]
Voices: Go! Move! Move, move, move, move! Go! Go, go!
– You and you, that way!
– Get out of here or I’ll shoot you!
– Fire in the hole❗
[ Explosion 💥🔥💥 ] [ Explosion 💥🔥💥 ] [ Camera beeps ]
[ In under a minute the intruders are gone. Whatever they were after, they believe they now have ]

 
[ Liz is walking baby Agnes through their home while recording, selfie-style ]
Liz: [ Sweetly ] When you were a little baby, you lived in a warehouse. And we had bodyguards. Say hi, Baz. [ Baz walks up, smiles, waves ]
[ Chuckles ]
Liz: And inside the warehouse was… a fake apartment! Oh, look! It’s your daddy in your fake living room.
Tom: Hey, here’s Daddy wondering how much damage we’ve done to our sweet little girl.
Liz: Well, it’ll make for an intriguing college essay.
[ Chuckles ]
Tom: Yeah. So, I know we’re moving out, but just a quick gut check here. Kirk is gone. But according to Reddington, he’s, what, dead? Not dead? He’s definitely not in jail.
Liz: I don’t know. With Reddington, I don’t assume anything.
Tom: He kept you from getting answers about who your father is.
Liz: You’re the one that told me that’s in my past.
Tom: I know, and it is. But I don’t know. Maybe now that I’m a dad, I’d… be lying if I said I didn’t wonder who my father is.
Liz: That’s totally understandable. And another day, I might feel differently, but this is our present and our future. That’s all that matters.
Tom: Yeah. That and getting her into a good college.
[ Chuckles ]
Liz: Yeah.
[ Chuckles ]
Liz: Let’s start by finding her a place to live. She needs to be able to open up her living room windows and see the sun.
Tom: Hmm.
Liz: [ Sighs ] We all do.

 
Cooper: We spent months hunting for Alexander Kirk at your insistance. The man is responsible for the deaths of FBI agents, the abduction of Elizabeth and her daughter–
Red: You’re upset.
Cooper: You’re damn right I’m upset. You let him go. And worse, it’s clear to me now that was your intent all along. You played us.
Red: Harold, my objective was to keep Elizabeth and her child safe. I’ve done that. We’ve done that. Alexander Kirk is gone, and he won’t be back. It’s time to move on. Last night, a seafood processing plant in Maryland was attacked by armed commandos. Local authorities suspect rogue employees were secretly using the facility to package and distribute narcotics.
Cooper: But you know better.
Red: Now that you mention it, I do. Seven supposed employees were killed in the attack. Photos were circulated to law enforcement trying to connect them to the drug trade.
Cooper: How did you get this?
Red: You’re not looking at a seafood processing plant employee, nor a drug dealer. That is Hassan Arkani.
Cooper: The terrorist? From Algeria? You’re telling me one of the most wanted terrorists on the planet was conducting a secret operation out of the back room of a Maryland fish factory?
Red: You see? No time to dwell on the past. If my people hear anything, I’ll contact Agent Keen.
Cooper: Agent Keen. Did you forget her agent status was revoked?
Red: I did not forget that, or the plea agreement I worked out with Laurel Hitchin that kept her out of jail after she shot your Attorney General.
Cooper: You don’t want to dwell on the past, then dwell on this– the loss of her badge was a stain on Elizabeth’s name and reputation, which you are ultimately responsible for. Your presence in her life has turned it into what it is today. You’ve brought her nothing but pain, grief, and regret, which you seem utterly oblivious to, and surprisingly powerless to rectify.
Red: Good talk, Harold.
[ Door opens, shuts ]

 
Cooper: Hassan Arkani. Algerian born. He was a munitions expert linked to the New Martyrs Brigade. The NMB is deadly enough to rank number six on the Group Threat Index. Based in Libya, they have loyal supporters in countries throughout the region. I have documentation of attacks in 17 different countries.
Ressler: Yeah, but none on US soil. So what was Arkani doing in Maryland?
Samar: And whatever it was, he’s not doing it anymore.
Liz: So is Reddington saying the New Martyrs were building some kind of mass casualty weapon to use here?
Cooper: It’s possible. We don’t know what they were building or who took it or where it is now. I’ve notified Homeland, the CIA, and NSA. Ressler, Navabi, get to that factory. Keen, let the locals know we’re taking over.
Samar: Uh, wait, where’s Aram?

 
Samar: Hey. Cooper told me. You have nothing to worry about.
Aram: Really? I’m being questioned in connection to a Justice Department investigation into whether my girlfriend committed espionage.
Samar: You didn’t know.
Aram: So I’m either a traitor or a moron.
Samar: A moron. Definitely.
Aram: Ah, you always know just what to say.
Samar: Aram, you’re a trusting person who assumes the best in people. Be yourself and they will see that. Everyone does.

Woman over radio: What is your ETA, please?

Man: Agent Ressler? This is Andrew Wyatt, the factory manager.
Andrew Wyatt: Thank you, Detective.
Ressler: Mr. Wyatt, thanks for your cooperation.
Wyatt: Yeah, of course. Whatever I can do to help.
Ressler: You’ve seen the images of the people who died last night?
Wyatt: Yeah, like I told them, two of the guys, they’ve worked here for about a year. The other guys I’ve never seen.
Ressler: And this man, have you seen him before?
Wyatt: No idea. Hey, if it wasn’t drugs, what do you think they were doing?
Samar: We’re going to need to see the footage from these cameras.
Wyatt: I wish. The cops had me check first thing. Looks like they turned off the whole system right around 9:00.
Forensic Tech: You need to see this.
Ressler: Excuse us. Thank you.
Samar: You got something?
Tech: Nothing good. Whoever ran this place had it wiped down before they ran. Between that and the fire, they wasn’t much left. We found shavings from some kind of titanium alloy, and this. It’s definitely an integrated circuit timing chip, but I haven’t seen one quite like this before. Ressler: Timing chip, that’s used in–
Tech: Everything from traffic lights to railway switches–
Ressler: To bombs.

 
[ Tripoli, Libya ]
[ Arabic, with subtitles: ]
NMB Leader: [ Subtitles ] Arkani is dead. The Amtar Hamida Project may be finished. The technology was stolen. Those responsible must be found and exterminated. The work must be reacquired.
Farook Al-Thani: Consider it done.

 
Liz: What’s up with Aram?
Ressler: I don’t know, but he said it was urgent.
Cooper: Is this about the deposition?
Aram: Uh, no, actually, this is about a different nightmare scenario. I’ve been running diagnostics on the timer chip you recovered from Arkani’s factory, and it is far more impressive than anything we’ve seen from the NMB or any extremist group for that matter. In fact, it is as good as anything the United States can make because… we did make it.
Cooper: Good Lord.
Aram: More specifically, the defense contractor Blackthorn Kincaid made it.
Ressler: Well, they make everything from our own ICBMs to Israel’s Iron Dome.
Samar: So how’d Arkani get it?
Liz: Our national security threat just became a national security leak.
Cooper: Get to Blackthorn. Tell them we expect full cooperation. Aram, let’s move. The deposition starts at 2:00.
⋘⋙
Cooper: Panabaker’s gonna be at the deposition. I’m gonna push her to get you reinstated as an agent.
Liz: That would be… amazing. But do you think that’s even possible?
Cooper: After all you’ve been through and all you’ve done, I think it’s crazy they haven’t done it already.

 
[ At Blackthorn Kincaid ]
Blackthorn CEO: I resent any implication that we would be less than forthcoming.
Ressler: Your classified technology was found in a facility being run by a known terrorist. Now someone in your position might be inclined to close ranks.
CEO: Well, that won’t happen. Everyone here has dedicated his or her life to protecting the American people.
Samar: Tell us about the timing chip.
Blackthorn Administrator: It was manufactured within the last four months as part of a surface-to-air missile teleguidance system.
Samar: Can you tell us who manufactured it? Specifically which employees?
Admin: Well, a chip like that would travel across several of our divisions. We’re talking 60, maybe 80 people.
Ressler: We’re gonna need to see a list.
CEO: Of course, but maybe we could suggest a more targeted approach.
Mr Deavers: James Maddox. At one time, he was one of our best programmers.
Ressler: Was?
Deavers: He had a drinking problem along with anger issues. We tried to help, but, uh, in the end, we– we had to part ways. Given what we perceived to be financial problems, he might be a person of interest.
Samar: He had access to the chip?
Deavers: Yes. I knew Jim. I find it hard to believe that he would betray his country.
Ressler: Well, we’ll get on that right away. In the meantime, we’re gonna need to see that list.
 

Dispatch: Just make some calls. Yeah.

[ Dialing ] [ Dog barking ]

Response: All right, I’m gonna check the pier.

Red: Wendy, dear, your ears must be burning. Dembe and I were just talking about you.
Wendy: Yeah? You figure out how I’m-a get my 13-year-old to soccer at the same time as Liam’s piano lesson?
Red: How are the boys?
Wendy: Another day in paradise. Leo took up the baritone, the Supernovas won the regional championship, and Lionel started dating some college freshman with a nipple ring.
Red: Almost enough to make a woman hope Larry gets early parole.
Wendy: Mnh, not on your life, sugar. Let him rot. The boys are happy, I’m happy.
Red: To what do I owe the pleasure, my love?
Wendy: I got word that you’re looking for the 411 on the New Martyrs Brigade.
Red: You got something?
Wendy: A little chatter. You know I’m always tracking the buzz on who’s moving what and where. I hear the NMB’s America bound.
Red: How many?
Wendy: I’m hearing six. Coming in scattershot.
Red: Their papers will be flawless. Who’s running it? Al-Hambri?
Wendy: Ha! You wish. They sent Farook.

[ Farook Al-Thani is shown clearing customs ]
Customs Agent: Welcome back to the United States.
Al-Thani: You have a nice day now.

Red: Thank you, my love. You’re like a human divining rod. You always know just where to look and just what to look for. Oh, and for what it’s worth, I dropped a little extra something in the mail this month. Thought it might help with the orthodontist bills.
Wendy: You wanna help? Come and fold some laundry. [ Dog retches ] I gotta go. Lazy Bones just barfed in the kitchen.
[ Phone beeps ]

 
Samar: James Maddox– born August 1970. I don’t know. What do you think? Does this look like the face of a traitor to you?
Ressler: Anybody’s capable of anything. You know that.
Samar: Yeah, well, there’s a special level in hell for people who provide arms to terrorists.
[ Samar sees Maddox. To Ressler: ] Heads up.
[ They get out of car ]
Samar: James Maddox?
[ Maddox takes off running ]
Ressler: Move!
[ Tires screech ] [ Maddox bumps into a stopped car ]
[ Ressler catches Maddox ]
Ressler: FBI.
Maddox: FBI?
[ Handcuffs click ]
Ressler: Yeah.

 
Aram: [ On phone ] Yeah, I understand. [ Click ] [ To Cooper: ] Uh, that was Agent Keen. Mr. Reddington says NMB leadership sent six operatives to reclaim that bomb or, um, uh, whatever it is they lost at that factory.
[ Door opens ]
Panabaker: It’s time.
Cooper: Does Reddington have a name?
Aram: Oh, yeah, one. Farook Al-Thani.

 
Cynthia Panabaker: Agent Mojtabi, walk us through this again. Tell us exactly how you met Elise Nickerson.
Aram: Okay, I was at the gym, and she had been waiting for a friend and asked to borrow my phone. Uh, she said hers was lost. And then, you know, one thing led to another and…
Panabaker: And the next thing you knew, she was using your personal laptop to access classified data.
Aram: Well, when you put it like that–
Panabaker: You expect us to believe you knew nothing about this?
Aram: Yes, because I didn’t. I love this country. I take my job very, very seriously. If I’m guilty of anything, it’s– it– I have bad taste in women. A sort of blindness to– Shauna Boyd was a kleptomaniac. Julia Hernandez was legally married. April Roderhorst had a little bit of a secret porn addiction. Um, that’s a funny story, actually.
Panabaker: This is a deposition, not a memoir. Let’s keep the focus on how your computer was used to breach national security.
Aram: Yes, ma’am.

 
[ Chair scraping ]
Guard: As-salamu alaykum. Farook.
Andrew Wyatt: We didn’t know our location was exposed. I had no idea an attack was coming.
Farook Al-Thani: Yes. That’s the problem.
Wyatt: Look, I’m handling it. I’ll find them. I… I have security camera footage from the attack. I convinced the police there wasn’t any. Look, I know they sent you to warn me. Just… tell them, warning received.
Farook: They didn’t send me to warn you. They sent me to replace you.
[ Gunshot 💥 ] [ Shell casing clatters ]
Farook: [ On phone ] It’s Farook. We need to talk.

 
Red: Mmm.
Dembe: He’s here.
Marlin Heiden: I’m not here.
Red: [ Laughs ]
Heiden: This meeting never took place. And you will never be in the same room with the President-elect.
[ Utensil clatters ]
Red: You really should try Ginny’s Cheeseburger Chowder. The ground chuck and spices, the melted cheese. I highly recommend it for the inaugural balls.
Heiden: If you think you can maintain your immunity agreement by blackmailing the President-elect for allegedly taking illegal campaign contributions from Alexander Kirk, you’re not as smart as everyone says you are.
Red: Marlin, your boss made a campaign promise to me, and I intend to make sure he keeps it.
[ Taps tabletop ]
Red: Tell Robert I’ll be in touch.

 
[ Typing ]
Samar: How was the deposition?
Aram: Terrifying.
Samar: I’m sure you were great.
Aram: [ Scoffs ] In your eyes. In theirs, I look a lot like this guy.
Samar: Yusuf Tillisi?
Aram: Mr. Reddington said six NMB members were dispatched to the US in the last 24 hours. He gave us one name, but not the other five. Do you have any idea how many people fly into the country every day? So I had to customize an algorithm to search for– Five needles in a huge haystack.
Samar: What makes you think Tillisi is one?
Aram: Well, he’s the right age. He works for a Middle Eastern trade organization that I’m not sure actually exists. He lives in Lebanon, but flew into Libya last month, and I am not seeing a return ticket out. Thing is, he flew into JFK almost 72 hours ago, so that doesn’t fit Mr. Reddington’s intel.
Samar: He’s probably legit, but it’s probably worth tracking him down, verifying his reason for being in the country. Let me do it. Based on the places he flew, I have channels that might be a bit more comprehensive. You’re going to be cleared. And when you are, we will celebrate.

 
[ Door rattling ]
Mr Deavers: You want to tell me what the hell happened?
Farook: Our facility was attacked.
Deavers: I know that. How?
Farook: That’s what I’m here to find out. Our people know the penalty for disloyalty. So I thought perhaps, I would ask you–
Deavers: Now you listen! I did my part. I provided the necessary technology. I’m not going to lose everything because you people are too stupid to secure your own operation.
Farook: Look around, Mr. Deavers. You would be wise to remember where you are. You made an agreement to see our project through to its completion.
Deavers: That’s not possible now.
Farook: Let me finish. If you expect to get paid, you will help us find whoever did this and recover our system.
Deavers: You have surveillance?
Farook: It won’t do any good. The attackers were all wearing balaclavas.
Deavers: We have proprietary mapping software that can recognize sufficient facial contours through a soft fabric mask.
Farook: Ah. Remarkable.
Deavers: Another trade secret. You tell your leadership I’ll be adding it to my bill. I have to get back. The FBI’s investigating how our chip ended up in Arkani’s hands. I was forced to make certain arrangements.

 
James Maddox: I told you, I don’t know anything about a missing timer chip.
Liz: Here’s a tip, Mr. Maddox. Next time you wanna appear innocent, don’t run from the FBI.
Maddox: It was stupid, okay? I thought they were process servers sent by my wife. We’re in the middle of a nasty divorce. I was trying to avoid going back to court.
Liz: It’s been a tough few months for you, James. You lost your family, you lost your job, started drinking again.
Maddox: I wouldn’t betray my country.
Liz: We talked to Blackthorn. You had access to that chip.
Maddox: [ Rolls up sleeve to show tattoo ] My brother was a Marine. He died in Kandahar. You really think I’d put this on my arm and dishonor his sacrifice by giving terrorists classified intelligence?
Liz: I don’t think you gave it to them. I think you sold it to them. Look, tell me the truth now, and maybe I can still help you.
Ressler: Too late.
Ressler: Mr. Maddox, we just executed a search warrant at your apartment and found a bank passbook hidden in a bathroom vent traceable to an account in Madrid.
Maddox: That’s a lie.
Ressler: Oh. And we also found a burner phone taped underneath your kitchen table, one with a string of international calls– to Libya.
Maddox: Okay, what the hell’s going on? I’m being framed. I swear, none of that is mine.

 
[ Door closes ]
Jack Kinross: What are you doing here? I heard the FBI–
Mr Deavers: That is under control. I need your assistance.
Kinross: No. No, no, no, forget it. I knew it was a mistake letting you talk me into configuring that chip.
Deavers: A $200,000 mistake. Look, like it or not, we are in this together. If I go down, we both go down.
Kinross: What do you need me to do? This is the, uh, surveillance footage from last night’s attack. I want you to run the facial tomography software on the attackers.
Kinross: If they had masks, it’s gonna take a minute.
Deavers: Can you just do it?
[ Door opens, closes ]

 
Ressler: Forget it, Keen. I know that look. Don’t tell me you believe him.
Liz: Something’s off. It’s just a read, but his denial seems genuine.
Cooper: [ Walks up ] I might take that bet. Blackthorn called. Another programmer came forward. Says he saw Maddox handling that timer chip a month ago, just before it dropped out of inventory.
Ressler: What about an eyewitness, Keen? Does that change your mind?
Cooper: Take Navabi and get a statement. Where is Agent Navabi?

 
[ Samar is walking up an inclining sidewalk, followed by a menacing-looking man around 30. He gets closer and closer. She stops at a door, slides her card through the reader ] [ Keypad beeps ] [ Samar senses the man behind her, spins around … ]
Samar: Ezra. [ They hug ] We’ve got a problem.
⋘⋙
[ Samar, her former boyfriend Levi Shur, Ezra, and other Mossad meet ]
Samar: One of my colleagues at the Bureau flagged Ezra.
Agent Levi Shur: What does he know?
Samar: Nothing yet. I volunteered to verify that he’s in the country for a legitimate reason.
Ezra: Defending our homeland from extremist savages? Doesn’t get more legitimate than that.
Samar: Mossad carried out a black op on American soil. If the FBI finds out about it, it will be an international incident. Where’s the system?
Levi: It’s here. Safe. For now.
Samar: Reddington says the NMB sent Farook with a team to get it back. You need to take the system and go. You all need to leave the country.
Levi Shur: What about you?
Samar: I will do what I can to keep the Bureau’s attention elsewhere. Besides, I don’t think Alma would appreciate me tagging along.
Ezra: Alma? Yesterday’s news.
Levi Shur: You’re– you’re right. Better get moving. Be safe.
[ Door opens, closes ]

 
Deavers: You did it?
Kinross: Wasn’t easy. Most of the footage was too remote. But I did find an image that was close enough to scan. Our program creates a computed tomography map, which I had to convert into a 3-D image. [ Typing ] Based on the data, we got a 96% match.
[ Laters of cloth peel away from the face in the image – it’s Samar! ]
Deavers: My God.
Kinross: Do you know her?
Deavers: She’s FBI. [ Typing ]
Kinross: According to our profile, she’s Mossad.

 
Farook al-Thani: [ On phone ] Mr. Deavers. Tell me you found our system.
Deavers: Not yet. But don’t worry, Farook. I know just where to look.

 
[ Marlin Heiden is fuming in the back of a parked police car. The officer is seated in the front ]
Marlin: You can’t do this. I wasn’t driving recklessly, and my navigation system will prove that I wasn’t speeding. What’s your name, anyway? Hey, are you listening to me? You’re about to make a very big mistake. Pick up the phone and call my–
[ Officer gets out ] [ Car door closes ] [ Heiden huffs ] [ Car door opens ] [ Heiden groans ] [ Red sits down next to him ]
Red: Oh, boy. [ Clears throat ] Isn’t this a sticky wicket?
Heiden: You son of a bitch.
Red: As I mentioned, Senator Diaz made a campaign promise that I intend to hold him to.
Heiden: You what, uh, bribe them?
Red: I’ve been known to make the occasional charitable contribution. In exchange, my back is scratched by the good men in blue. Yours, not so much. You blew a .12. I
Heiden: What? Blood alcohol content. Next time, call a cab.
Heiden: [ Laughs ] Are you out of your mind? I’ve been sober for 12 years.
Red: Which is what makes your relapse that much more tragic. The President can’t have a dipsomaniac serving as legal counsel. Happily, there is a way to avoid the drunk tank.
Heiden: The inauguration is in two weeks. How the hell do you expect me to get you a private meeting?
Red: I have no idea. Let’s hope you’re smarter than everyone says you are, Marlin. Marlin– that’s not a very common name. I knew a Marlin when I was young. Marlin Trout. One boy, two fish names. Funny. Set the meeting, Marlin.
[ Red gets out ] [ Door thuds ]

 
[ Samar steps off the elevator at the Post Office ]
Samar: I got your text. What’s up?
Ressler: We’re rolling out. Gotta take a witness statement.
Samar: Someone from Blackthorn?
Cooper: A programmer who claims he saw Maddox with the timer chip.
Liz: A month ago, but for some reason didn’t bother coming forward until after the company had already served up Maddox on a silver platter. I’m telling you, something’s off about this.
Samar: There’s only one way to find out. Will you give me a second?
[ Samar and Ressler leave, in different directions ]

 
Cooper: I spoke with Panabaker about your reinstatement. She said there’s nothing she can do.
Liz: Nothing she can do now or ever? Sir, what’d she say?
Cooper: She said the Attorney General would need to okay your reinstatement. Since you pled guilty to killing his predecessor, that’s… not going to happen. I’m so sorry.
Liz: Yeah, so am I.

 
Samar: Hey, I ran down Yusuf Tillisi. The trade company he works for, it’s real. The CEO put me in touch with him directly. He’s here for a few meetings then flies out at the end of the week. I’m sorry, but he checks out.
Aram: Mr. Cooper got word from Main Justice. I am officially… not a person of interest.
Samar: That’s great news.
Aram: Um… Yeah, right? Um… Hey, I’ve never been so relieved to be told I am not interesting. Uh, I thought we could, um, could maybe celebrate over… dinner.
Samar: It’s a date. You pick. And make it somewhere amazing.

 
[ Knock on door ] [ Door opens; a nervous-looking man appears ]
Ressler: Mr. Atwell? FBI. Agent Ressler, this is Agent Navabi.
Christopher Atwell: That was fast.
Samar: We understand you have information regarding a James Maddox and a theft at Blackthorn Kincaid.
Atwell: Uh, yes, please come in. I’d prefer the neighbors didn’t know anything about this.
Samar: Is everything okay, Mr. Atwell?
[ Ressler and Samar are attacked ❗]
[ Grunting ] [ Gunshot 💥] [ 💥💥Gunshots💥💥]
[ A man subdues Samar, puts a bag over her head, drags her off ]
[ Fight continues ]
[ Farook Al-Thani points his gun at Atwell ]
Atwell: No, no, no, please. I did what you asked. You said all I had to do was get them– [ Gunshot 💥 ] [ 💥💥Gunshots💥💥 ] [ Hammer clicks ]
[ Engine starts ] [ Farook runs outside and jumps into a black SUV ]
Farook: Go. Leave him.
[ Tires screeching ]
[ Ressler shoots at the car 💥 ] [ The rear window is blown out ]

 
[ Cellphone beeps ] [ Ring, beep ]
Aram: [ Answers ] Agent Ressler.
Ressler: [ Breathless ] We were set up. There was no witness. It was an ambush. They were inside the house. The NMB took Samar.
Aram: The NMB?
Ressler: Look, they wanted to kill me and abduct her.
Cooper: That makes no sense. Why would the NMB single out Agent Navabi?
Ressler: They’re in a black SUV, no rear plate, shattered rear window.
Aram: All right, sending an alert to local law enforcement now, rolling all backup units to your location.
[ Liz dials Red ] [ He picks up in back seat of his car ]
Liz: Reddington, we need your help. Samar’s been abducted. The NMB just took her.
Red: Slow down.
Liz: I’m putting you on a speaker. [ Beep ] We’re sending you everything, all the search results for possible NMB members coming into the country, all the flights and profiles we’ve ruled out. Maybe we missed something.
Red: Have you identified anyone other than Farook?
Aram: No. My program’s vetted tens of thousands of possible candidates but only one real suspect so far, and Agent Navabi cleared him.
Red: Who?
Aram: His name is Yusuf Tillisi. His photo was part of the file we just sent you. But Samar spoke to him– said it was nothing. Yusuf Tillisi isn’t a terrorist.
Red: He also isn’t Yusuf Tillisi. His real name is Ezra Mandell, an operative for the Mossad. Samar knows him. She’s worked with him.
Cooper: Why would she lie about that?
Red: To protect her fellow countrymen. To prevent you from linking the Mossad to the attack on Arkani’s operation.
Cooper: A Mossad strike team was operating here? Without permission?
Red: At least we know why the NMB took her. The question is where and how long they’ll keep her alive.

 
[ Farook removes the hood from Samar’s head. She is standing, hands cuffed behind her back, against a pillar ]
Farook: Tell me where the system is. Save yourself an immense amount of pain.
Samar: I’m good.

 
[ Samar now has her arms tied with ropes from overhead. She has been roughed up ]
Farook: I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t fighting Israel. As a boy in Gaza, I threw rocks at soldiers. As I grew, so did the weapons. The rocks became guns, the guns became rockets. For me, life is war. And that war changed with the creation of the Iron Dome, the most advanced missile defense system in history. Over 1,200 of our rockets were intercepted. The NMB realized that the best way to defeat a superior technology is to turn an engineering designer.
Samar: James Maddox.
Mr Deavers: Mr. Maddox was just convenient. The NMB’s money bought them someone much higher up the food chain. I promised them a teleguidance system capable of getting past the Iron Dome. After six months of work, I do not intend to start over.
Farook: So… where is it? Don’t make me ask again.

 
Levi Shur: We’re all set. There’s a Hawker 900 on the tarmac at BWI. Take the system. Use one of those SKB cases. Put this in the car.
[ Door thuds open ]
Ressler: FBI! Hands in the air now! Levi Shur. You don’t call, you don’t write.
Levi: How’d you find us?
Ressler: Mossad opened this safe house with the Bureau’s assistance. I know because our agencies share intel. At least I thought they did. The NMB has Samar. We know you hit Arkani’s factories, and so do they.
Levi: How?
Ressler: I don’t know, but she was taken by Farook Al-Thani almost an hour ago. She– She lied to us. Tried to protect you when she found out Mossad was behind the raid.
Levi: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Ressler: No?
Levi: No. Samar didn’t find out about the raid. Samar planned the raid.

 
[ Farook is using a knife to cut a shallow wavy line down Samar’s arm ]
[ Samar smashes Farook in the face with her head ] [ Grunts ] [ His nose and mouth are bleeding ]
Deavers: Enough. We need to escalate this.
Farook: [ Laughs ]
Deavers: What the hell is so funny?
Farook: She won’t talk. We’re both the same. Both true believers willing to die for what we love.
NMB operative: Farook, we may have something. There’s an entry for someone only under the letter “L.” The number’s on the list we have for possible Mossad operatives.
Farook: Call it.
Deavers: Now hang on, if it’s the Mossad, they might be able to trace the call back. There’s no strategic reason to contact them.
Farook: Unless they are willing to trade their agent for our system.
Deavers: That wasn’t the plan. She’s seen my face. She can’t be traded for anything, understand? She’s never leaving this room.
Farook: You are not my concern.
Deavers: We had a deal. I’m not signing off on this.
Farook:Then it seems you are the one never leaving this room.
[ Farook shoots Deaver 💥, shell casing clatters ] [ Body thuds ]

 
Levi: What about the CIA? Homeland? Nobody in your government has intel as to where they may have taken her?
Ressler: What about Mossad? You guys know Arkani’s building a bomb, but you don’t know whether he’s got a safe house nearby?
Levi: No. [ Sighs ] And it’s not a bomb. It’s a missile guidance system designed to defeat the Iron Dome. In the wrong hands, it could jeopardize the lives of thousands.
Ressler: Then I’ll feel better when it’s in my hands. Get it.
Levi: Fine.
[ Levi hands the SKB case to Levi ]
Levi: Take it. All I care about is finding Samar.
[ Cellphone rings ]
Ezra: Levi. It’s her. [ Rings ] [ Beep ] [ On speaker ]
Levi: Samar.
Farook: I’m afraid Agent Navabi can’t come to the phone. I’m speaking with one of her Mossad associates, yes?
Levi: Is this Farook Al-Thani?
Farook: Names are unimportant now. What matters is that we both have what the other wants. So I propose a trade. If you want to see your colleague alive again, bring our system to Cornerstone Park, east entrance, in the next 30 minutes. And take care to bring it all, or for every piece missing, I will extract a piece of Agent Navabi.
Levi: Let me speak to her.
[ Line clicks, dial tone ]
Levi: Can we trace the call?
Ressler: I’m sure they’re already on the move.
Levi: We gotta do something. Gotta get her back.
Ezra: She’s an operative, Levi. She knew the risks.
Levi: I’m not letting her die.
Ezra: You said it yourself– the wrong step now could jeopardize the lives of thousands of innocent civilians.
Ressler: Hey, neither of you is gonna do anything. This is an FBI matter now. Are we clear?
Levi: I’m still going to that park.
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Ressler: Get him back here. Now.
[ A SWAT guy follows Levi out ]
[ Beep ]
Cooper: Agent Ressler, no word on Agent Navabi. You have the system?
Ressler: Yeah, we have it right here. But look–
[ Ressler opens the SKB case – It’s empty ]
Ressler: Levi!
[ Ressler rushes after Levi ]
Ressler: [ To another SWAT guy as he rushes past: ] Move.
[ Ressler chases after Levi, heading down a stopped elevator. The first SWAT guy is crunched at the bottom, shot ]

 
Aram: Okay, satellite images of Cornerstone Park are coming online, uh, now.
Cooper: Al-Thani said the east entrance.
Aram: SWAT units are taking positions around the park.
Ressler: Careful. If Al-Thani sees anything that screams FBI, Navabi’s dead.

 
[ Levi walks into park ]
Levi: [ On phone] I’m here.
Farook: Take the jogging path to your right until you reach a pushcart vendor.
Levi: Before you get anything, I need proof of life, do you hear me?
Samar: [ Over the phone ] Levi, destroy it. You can’t give it to them.
Farook: You have your proof.
[ Line beeps ]

 
[ Brakes screech ]
[ Ressler in his vehicle sees Levi walking some distance away ]
Ressler: I’ve got him. Do I stop him?
Cooper: It’s our careers if this goes wrong, but… No, let him make the drop. Just make damn sure that system doesn’t get out of the park.

 
[ Levi walks up to the vendor’s cart as instructed. He passes the device to the man behind the cart ]
Levi: This goes nowhere until Samar is brought here.
[ Computer beeping ]
NMB “Vendor”: It’s been authenticated.
Levi: Where is she?
[ Tires squeal ]
[ A white van pulls up beneath the knoll they are on, a door opens, and Samar gets out ]
Aram: That’s her. [ Jumps up, pointing ] That’s her! Uh, South Drive.
Cooper: All units move in. Stop that van! Ressler, move your team in now.
[ Levi heads down the knoll to meet her ]

 
[ Ressler’s team rushes up to the cart ]
Ressler: Hands! Hands where I can see ’em.
[ The Vendor obliges, but as he raises his arms, he releases a small drone ]
[ Drone whirring ] [ It hovers for a moment by his head before speeding away with its small cargo ]
Ressler: Bring it down!
[ It takes a split-second for the SWAT team to realize what is happening and their few 💥 rifleshots 💥💥💥 fail to bring it down ]
Vendor: I’m not the one controlling it.
Ressler: Cover him!

 
[ Sirens wailing ]
Ressler: Aram, I lost visual. What do you got?
Aram: Nothing. It just– it disappeared.
Ressler: Well, whoever was controlling it had line of sight to this park.
Cooper: Somebody saw it. We’re monitoring for reports or complaints.
Aram: Oh, oh, I got one. I got one. Reports of someone flying a drone from the roof of the Mazelon Hostel. All right, the address–
Ressler: I got it. Call in security!

 
Ressler: Aram. I gather we have a picture of Farook. I might have him leaving the hostel on 92nd.
[ The man has his back turned to Ressler. He starts to leave the counter ]
Ressler: On the ground! On the ground!
[ It is Farook. He takes off, grabs a woman and backs through a revolving glass door using her as a shield ] [ Screams ] [ People stop to gawk. Ressler yells for them to move away ]
Ressler: Move. Move! Move! Look out! … Hey! Drop the bag!
[ Ressler catches up with Farook and they fight ] [ Grunting ] [ Farook bites Ressler’s hand and Ressler screams ] [ The fight rages until Farook who has the device is thrown over Ressler’s back under a moving vehicle ] [ Tires squeal ] [ The vehicle stops ]
[ Ressler straightens up, picks up the bag and walks past Farook’s dead body ]

 
Pres-Elect Robert Diaz: We’re ready for you this time, Jonathan. Been working on my Paso Doble. Fred Astaire, look out!
[ Chuckles ]
Miriam: Bobby’s lost six pounds.
Diaz: Ah, now, two million people may watch the inauguration, but the dance floor’s all Miriam cares about. And my girl and I are gonna tear it up.
Marlin Heiden: Uh, sir, sir.
Diaz: Huh? Huh? [ Laughs ] What’s wrong with him?
Heiden: Sir, there’s a… situation. I’m so sorry. I would’ve told you about it earlier, but–
[ Red enters ]
Red: There you are. Dance lessons. What fun!
Diaz: What the hell is he doing here?
Miriam: Oh, my God. You’re–
Red: Just hoping the jackals and mongers will give you the time and space you need to settle in before they start feasting at your doorstep.
Diaz: What the hell are you doing here?
Red: Robert, I know your dance card is full, but we have an appointment that I must insist you keep. The mustache is an interesting choice, sort of a Grover Cleveland look, I suppose.
Miriam: Marlin, call security.
Diaz: No, just… give us a moment.
[ Diaz and Red move 20 or so feet away ]
Diaz: You and I are even.
Red: Not quite.
Diaz: The hell we’re not. I halted my presidential campaign and launched a Senate hearing into Alexander Kirk’s links to terrorism.
Red: And in exchange, you received a generous donation and an appreciable bump in the polls, and now look what’s happened. Robert, the man you’re replacing as the leader of the free world has a legacy he’ll want you to help burnish by keeping certain people and policies in place. He’ll want favors. To get them, this is one of the things he’ll have to do for you.
Diaz: This is over. You and I are done.
Red: Then perhaps I should speak to Miriam. I’m sure she’s dying to know what kind of business you and I have been conducting. It’s up to you, Robert. Would you prefer to be in the White House or the doghouse?
Miriam: [ Sharply ] Robert?

 
[ Early Winters’ ♪ “Vanishing Act” playing ] [ Radio chatter ]
[ Samar is sitting in a white van. Levi joins her ]
Samar: You put our country at risk to get me back. I don’t know whether to hit you or hug you.
Levi: [ Chuckles ] Well, you know what Ezra said about Alma– I broke off our engagement.
Samar: I’m sorry.
Levi: Don’t be sorry. Be happy.

♪ and insatiable ♪
♪ video game ♪

 
Cooper: You obstructed our investigation, put lives at risk, lied to us.
Samar: Yes, to protect my country.
Cooper: Your country? While you’re on this task force, the country you’re protecting is the United States.
Samar: And today, I protected both.
Aram: Almost died in the process.

♪ where do you go to… ♪

Cooper: You need to think about where your allegiance lies.
Samar: No, I don’t.
Cooper: Fine. You’re clear about that. Let me be clear about this– You can’t lie to me. You can’t operate without my authority, ever. I feel I’ve earned your trust and respect. Now go home, get some rest, and think about whether you agree with that. If you do, I’ll see you in the morning. If not, I won’t.
[ Cooper leaves ]

 
Aram: He’s right. You should, uh, get some rest. Dinner can wait.
Samar: You sure?
Aram: Totally.
Samar: Thank you for the rain check.
Aram: Actually, uh… I don’t, uh, want a rain check. I mean… I do. Obviously, I do, but… I don’t. You know how I told you that deposition was terrifying? Yeah, it was worse terrifying. It was… embarrassing. There I was on the record, testifying to what horrible taste I have in women, my, uh, habit of falling for people who aren’t what they appear to be, what I make them out to be. What happened with Elise was kind of soul crushing. To find out that the person that you love…

♪ say we were abducted… ♪

…the person that you can see yourself marrying and having a family with and– and growing old with, to find out that person…
Samar: Is a spy. Someone whose allegiances you can’t trust.
Aram: I can’t be with a person like that.

♪ vanishing act ♪

Tom: I thought Panabaker told Cooper you’d never be reinstated.
Liz: She did, why?

Woman: …the precedent for commuting sentences in the final hours of an administration. But the full presidential pardon of Elizabeth Keen for the murder of Attorney General Tom Connolly is certainly the most surprising in recent memory…

Liz: Did she just say…
Tom: You’ve been pardoned. Oh, my God. Liz, you’ve been pardoned.
[ Gasps ] [ Laughs ] [ Gasps ] [ Hugs, kisses ]

[ Yo La Tengo’s ♪ “All Your Secrets” playing ]
♪ all of the thoughts we thought ♪

[ Red is sitting in the back of his car as Dembe drives him through the darkness to his next destination. The radio is on ]

…continue to speculate on what was behind the President’s controversial decision to pardon Elizabeth Keen. The White House issued a statement that the President will not be commenting.

[ Red’s mouth shows only the faintest wisp of a smile. His eyes are moist ]

♪ before the riot ♪
♪ as the days ahead become behind ♪
♪ replace the tape as we rewind ♪
♪ before the riot ♪

Samar: Hey.
Levi: Hey.
Samar: Look, I was thinking about what you told me.
Levi: Well, like I said, I hope you’re happy about it.
Samar: There’s someone else. I’ve been waiting a long time for this, for us, for you. But… I am in love with someone else.

♪ and if we can stop a restless night ♪

Liz: It was Reddington. He got the President of the United States to pardon me. How does he do that?
Cooper: I don’t know. And right now, I don’t care. [ Drawer opens. Cooper hands back Liz’s FBI ID and badge ] I’m just glad I can finally say… it’s good to have you back, Agent Keen.

 
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SONGS

♫ Fishin’ Blues
By The Lovin’ Spoonful

♪ Went up on the hill about twelve o’clock.
Reached right back and got me a pole.
Went to the hardware and got me a hook.
Attached that line right on that hook.
Says you’ve been a-fishin’ all the time.
I’m a-goin’ fishin’ too.
I bet your life, your lovin’wife.
Can catch more fish than you.
Any fish bite if you’ve got good bait.
Here’s a little somethin’ I would like to relate.
Any fish bite, you’ve got good bait.
I’m a-goin’ a-fishin’, yes, I’m a-goin’ a-fishin’,
I’m a-goin’ a-fishin’ too.

♪ Looked down the river about one o’clock.
Spied this catfish swimmin’ around.
I’ve got so hungry, didn’t know what to do.
I’m gonna get me a catfish too.
Yes, you’ve been fishin’ all the time.
I’m a-goin’ a-fishin’ too.
I bet your life your lovin’ wife.
Catch more fish than you.
Any fish bite, got good bait.
Here’s a little somethin’ I would like to relate.
Any fish bite, you’ve got good bait.
I’m a-goin’ a-fishin’, yes, I’m goin’ a-fishin’,
I’m a-goin’ a-fishin’ too.

♪ Put on your skillet, don’t never mind your lead.
Mama gonna cook ’em with the short’nin’ bread.
Says you been fishin’ all the time.
I’m a-goin a-fishin’ too.
I bet your life, your lovin’ wife.
Can catch more fish than you.
Any fish bite, if you’ve got good bait.
Here’s a little somethin’ I would like to relate.
Any fish bite, you’ve got good bait.
I’m a-goin’ a-fishin’, yes, I’m goin’ a-fishin’,
I’m a-goin’ a-fishin’ too

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2ipIbbz
YouTube: https://youtu.be/o_h96aVE8b4

 

♫ Vanishing Act
By Early Winters

♪ Walk
People at the station
Wired and insatiable
Video game

♪ Where do you go to
Hear what’s in your head?
Where do you go to hear yourself?

♪ Hear yourself think
Showed up in a spacesuit
Full of electricity
Looking for a golden key
Key to it all

♪ Where do you go to
Hear what’s in your head?
Where do you go to hear yourself?

♪ Hear yourself think

♪ Where do you go to
Hear what’s in your head?
Where do you go to hear yourself?

♪ Where do you go to
Hear what’s in your head?
Where do you go to hear yourself?

♪ Say
Say we were abducted
High over the trees and lakes?

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2iQNIJe
YouTube: https://youtu.be/fJIU61BxTOY

 

♫ All Your Secrets
By Yo La Tengo

♪ All of the thoughts we thought would stay unsaid,
Have made their way here instead, before the riot,
As the days ahead become behind,
Replace the tape as we rewind, before the riot.

♪ Tell me all your secrets,
Say it slowly and clear so you don’t have to speak twice.

♪ And if there’s things that I’m afraid to know,
I should have learned them years ago, before the riot.

♪ I don’t believe we’re hopeless as we fear,
Or as good as we appear, before the riot,
I could be strong inside your sleeping eyes,
Unafraid of truth, unafraid of lies, before the riot.

♪ Think of what we’re missing,
Well take that thought and put it out of your head.

♪ And if we can stop a restless night,
Won’t give up without a fight, before the riot.

♪ I can feel the time is coming, sure it’s coming soon
Do what we do, hiding out from view, Sure it’s coming,
Say the worst should happen,
Would we plan for that, even if we could [?]
And if we can stop a restless night,
Won’t give up without a fight, before the riot,
Here it comes, before the riot.

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2iPdijV
YouTube: https://youtu.be/1hrdolhSw3M

 

 
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🔴 Script: 4:10 The Forecaster (№ 163)

 
Program air date: 1/12/2017 in the US
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Director: Edward Ornelas
Written by: Kim Newton
 

⭕ Script 4:10 The Forecaster (№ 163)

Blurb: Someone is baiting Liz by sending her dioramas of crimes that are about to be committed. Worse, these “forecasts” are being brought to her new home address.

 
[ Static, distorted voice ]
[ A hazel-colored eye flashes in extreme closeup ] [ Someone working with cardboard, colored paper, glue, dollhouse furniture and clay is constructing a diorama. The style is childlike, but the scene is not. It depicts a woman lying face down in a pool of water ]
[ Static crackling ] [ Distorted voice ]

 
[ Liz pours coffee ]
Liz: I hate to leave you here with all this.
Tom: No. I’m kind of looking forward to it. Me and Agnes hanging out in our new place, listen to some tunes, unpack a few boxes. Maybe even eat some strained pears.
Liz: [ Laughs ] Everything’s coming together for us.
Tom: Yeah.
Liz: We’ve got Agnes back. We’ve got each other. I’m an agent again.
Tom: Yeah, we got out of Reddington’s safe house. No more bodyguards. We have windows that we can look out of and actually see the sky. Not bad. It’s a new beginning.

 
[ Tom opens a package with his dozen or so fake passports ]
Liz: It’s a lot to give up.
Tom: No. [ Tom tosses the passports in the trash ] Believe me, it’s not.
[ Agnes giggling ]
Tom: Oh, sounds like someone’s ready to get her groove on. You know, I think we’re gonna go old school. I’m thinkin’… The Romantics.
Liz: Oh! [ Chuckles ] Okay, now I’m jealous. [ Chuckles ]

 
[ Liz grabs her coat and opens the front door then halts. On the floor is a diorama of a woman face down in a pool of water. A sign on a small piece of white paper on the diorama reads “PLEASE SAVE HER” ]
Liz: Tom.

 
[ A middle-aged woman drinking a green health concoction walks to the side of a swimming pool. She is alone. She puts down her drink, takes off her robe, and dives into the pool. She swims about half way across the pool, then she seizes up. Gasping, she struggles for air, clenching her chest. She is unable to gain control and drowns, face down in the pool ]

 
[ Door thuds ] [ Liz arrives at work with the diorama ]
Aram: Oh, oh. Agent Keen, that is so cool. I had no idea you were so artsy-craftsy.
Liz: I just found this outside my front door.
Aram: What? Like a gift?
Liz: No, like a warning– or a cry for help.
Aram: This is ghoulish. A drowning superwoman?
Liz: That’s not a cape. That’s a judge’s robe. Federal Judge Trisha Culpepper drowned in her country club pool this morning. The guard at the club saw her enter around 8 AM and then, 30 minutes later, 9-1-1 received a call from an employee saying she drowned.
Cooper: Someone made this diorama after learning about what happened and put it on your doorstep?
Liz: No, the guard saw her at 8 AM. I found this around 7 AM– an hour before she drowned.
Samar: Or was murdered by a killer who left this at your doorstep.
Ressler: Well, do you think it might be somebody from your days at the Mobile Psych Unit?
Liz: I already contacted the New York field office. They’re sending me my files now.
Cooper: Get this to the lab for processing. Maybe we’ll get trace evidence or a print. Ressler, Navabi, get to the crime scene. Agent Keen, talk to Reddington. See if he can shed some light on this.

 
[ Pamela, a real estate agent is showing Red around an apartment. The apartment is decorated in white – rugs, furniture, walls. A bowl of cream-colored roses is on the white marble-topped table and the pieces of a white – all white – zigsaw puzzle are spread out ]
Pamela: Everything’s included. The last tenant left the furnishings behind. Just disappeared.
Red: I’d have to stick to champagnes and white Burgundies. One spill of a red varietal and this heavenly sanctuary would look like a crime scene.
Pamela: White wines are good. I drink white.
Red: But would I be capable? Let’s say somebody stops by with a Domaine de la Romanée-Conti, and it’s a ’78! [ Laughs ]
Pamela: [ Lowered voice, to Dembe ] Couldn’t he just drink it in the kitchen?
Red: I just had a revelation. I could drink it in the kitchen! [ Laughs ]
Pamela: So I’ll draw up the paperwork. Month to month, right, Mr. Homan?
[ Knock on door. Liz enters ]
Red: Thank you, Pamela.
[ Door closes ]

 
Liz: I don’t want to know how you did it or what it says about the fate of our country that you were able to, but I wanna thank you for getting the President of the United States to pardon me.
Red: As my grandmother used to say, it’s good to have friends in low places. When Dembe said you had a case, I thought, how quaint. It’s not.
Liz: You looked at the photos I sent.
Red: Yes. Judge Culpepper was above reproach, which means many people would like her dead, but none I could connect to you in any way.
Liz: I’ve looked at every case file from my time at the Mobile Psych Unit, and no suspect’s an obvious match.
Red: Any leads off the diorama?
Liz: A partial print, but inconclusive.
Red: I’ll have a team outside your apartment within the hour.
Liz: No, that’s not necessary. Whoever’s doing this does not want to hurt me. They wanna match wits with me, see if I can catch them.
Red: Do not take this lightly. This is your next Blacklister.
Liz: But you don’t even know who this is.
Red: He’s killed a federal judge, which means he goes after high profile targets. He left clues at your doorstep, which means it’s a game to him, one he’ll keep playing until you stop him. You’re being baited, Elizabeth, taunted by a killer who knows where you live.

 
[ Tom is unpacking, while Agnes giggles and wiggles in her bouncer swing ]

[ The Romantics’ ♪ “What I Like About You” playing ]
♪ hey! ♪

[ Tom sings along, pretending a broom is a standing mic ]

♪ what I like about you ♪
♪ you hold me tight ♪

[ Agnes wiggles and giggles ]

♪ keep on whisperin’ in my ear ♪
♪ tell me all the things that I wanna hear ♪
♪ ’cause it’s true ♪
♪ what I like ♪
♪ that’s what I like about you ♪

[ Giggles ]

♪ what I like about you ♪

Tom: Oh, come on. You don’t think I can sing? I see you laughing at me.
[ Footsteps approach ]

♪ that’s what I like about you ♪
♪ that’s what I like about you ♪
♪ hey! ♪
♪ uh, huh, huh, hey, hey, hey, hey ♪

[ Tom sees shadows and hears a rustling outside the door. He grabs a box cutter and opens the door. There is another diorama on the floor with a sign “PLEASE STOP THIS.” This diorama shows a man in a park slain by someone on a cycle. Tom hears a door close and runs down the stairs of the building and out onto the street ]
[ Horn honks ] [ Tom glimpses a figure in a hoodie hurrying away. He runs after the figure ]
Tom: Hey! Stop! Stop!
[ Horn honks ] [ Rather than pursue the person further, Tom turns around and rushes back inside the apartment building ]

 
Agnes: [ Whining ]
Tom: Hey. Hi. [ Giggles ] Hi! What you doin’? Hi! Come here, come here, come here.
[ Agnes fussing ] [ Tom picks her up ]
Tom: I know. I got you. I got you.

 
Samar: We’ve been going through the judge’s docket. Six months back, six months ahead. There’s a total of 53 cases.
Ressler: Seems like revenge killing, retaliation for a ruling. The next one could be a witness, a lawyer.
Samar: First a drowning, then a shooting. What’s the pattern? The victims can’t be random.
Aram: The clock tower. I’ve been thinking about it. It’s, uh, it’s familiar. And then I realized I remembered it from Mr. Mathiesen’s seventh grade civics class. We studied all the great DC buildings in that class–
Cooper: Aram, the building.
Aram: I think it’s the old Post Office tower.
Ressler: Well, this clock [ in the diorama ] says 12:30. If that’s PM, we’re in trouble.
Cooper: Alert the MPD. Tell them we have actionable intel that a homicide is about to be attempted.
Ressler: Right, I’ll mobilize surveillance. We’re gonna take this guy down. [ To Liz: ] He’s not getting anywhere near your place this time.

 
[ In the white apartment, Red receives a visitor ]
Red: Geoffroy! Thank you for coming.
Geoffroy Keino: I was surprised you called me, Mr. Reddington. What can I do for you?
Red: [ Chuckles ] Tell me about cobalt.
Geoffroy: Every cellphone battery requires at least 3 grams of it. Laptops, even more.
Red: I’m told Iniko’s investing in cobalt mines. I want in.
Geoffroy: You’re gonna have to talk to Iniko about that. Shall I set a meeting?
Red: Do you recognize this apartment?
Geoffroy: No. Should I?
Red: Belonged to a dear friend of mine, a former acquaintance of Iniko’s. I say “former” because Iniko had him killed right where you’re standing. Imagine all that blood on this very carpet. Amazing. It’s like it never happened, as if he never existed.
Geoffroy: Why are you telling me this?
Red: I’m interested in the mines, but not in doing business with Iniko.
Geoffroy: [ Chuckles ] You’re asking me to betray my boss.
Red: Yes, I’m prepared to make a substantial contribution to the venture.
Geoffroy: He would kill me if he found out.
Red: If he were still alive.
Geoffroy: Look, Mr. Reddington, I don’t know what you’re suggesting–
Red: I’m suggesting that this is your moment if you’re smart enough to seize it. Iniko’s loyal only to himself. He suffers you because your uncle has the ear of the President. You’re a patronage hire who buys Iniko good will with the powers that be. But when they go, and they will, you’ll go. Like my dear friend who bled all over this white carpet.

 
[ In the park by the old Post Office tower, Aram is seated on a park bench with his laptop. Ressler, Samar and Liz scan the crowd and traffic. A grey-haired square-jawed businessman walks hurriedly through the park ]
Aram: All right, I’m tapped into every camera in the area, and I am not seeing anything.
Ressler: I hate bikes.
Samar: They’re good for the environment.
Ressler: Well, there’s no way to tell which one’s our perp.
Liz: I just got word from the lab. They were able to pull a print from a handrail outside my apartment. It matches a partial we pulled from the first model. Suspect’s name is Fiona Driscoll.

 
[ Clock tower chimes 12:30 ] [ Horn honks in distance ]
Aram: Uh, guys? We’re looking for a guy on a bike, right?
[ Motorcycle engine revs ]
Aram: I think that bike might be a motorcycle.
[ The motorcycle hones in on the businessman ] [ Liz tackles the businessman to the ground and covers him ]
Liz: Down! Get down!
[ 💥 The motorcyclist fires off several shots 💥💥 but misses ] [ The motorcycle’s engine revs and it speeds away ]
Liz: You okay?
Businessman: Yeah. Who the hell are you?
Liz: FBI.

 
[ Iniko is enjoying lunch in a restaurant. Red sits down ]
Red: Iniko. I understand you’re in town to bribe a congressman. Tell me, what’s the going rate to get someone to ignore rape, slave labor, child soldiers, child brides?
Iniko: I was told you had a business proposition, not a lecture.
Red: The cobalt mines. I want in.
Iniko: Not interested.
Red: So lecture then. You’ve been betrayed by a trusted employee. I recently experienced a similar betrayal. So I know that it’s a bitter pill, especially since in our line of work, betrayal requires swift and decisive retribution.
Iniko: And you will give me the name in exchange for a cut of the mines.
Red: Twenty-five percent. Assuming you can verify what I tell you is true.
Iniko: Twenty.
Red: Geoffroy Keino. He approached me about investing in the mines if I agreed to kill you. His terms were very generous, so you can imagine how tempted I was. But as I mentioned, I have recently felt the sting of duplicity. And I simply couldn’t bring myself to facilitate such a betrayal of someone else, even someone so loathsome.
Iniko: [ Chuckles ] And people say there is no honor among thieves. Stay. Have some foie gras.
Red: No, thank you. I find it difficult to enjoy foie gras. All those poor geese, all those painfully engorged livers.
Iniko: [ Chuckles ] In my opinion, some lives are inconsequential, and delicious.
Red: We’ll be in touch with any further developments.
[ Red and Dembe leave ]
⋘⋙
Dembe: You shouldn’t use her like that.
Red: Not here.
As a story to get what you want. It’s disrespectful. Kate doesn’t deserve that.

 
[ Engine revs ] [ Tires screech ] [ Panting ] [ Cellphone beeps, speed dials ]
Motorcyclist: Hey, it’s me. We have a problem. It’s about Milch. The feds were waiting when I got there. I don’t know how, but they knew it was gonna happen.
Older Man: All right, calm down. Don’t talk to anybody. I’ll call my source downtown, see what he knows.

 
[ Cellphone beeps ] [ Door opens ]
Liz: Hello, Ms. Driscoll.
Fiona Driscoll: Agent Keen, I think there’s been a terrible mistake.
[ Door closes ]
Liz: We have your fingerprints on the renderings of crime scenes you left outside my home.
Fiona: I know what you must be thinking. I know how this looks.
Ressler: Well, it looks like you were taunting Agent Keen, giving her details of the murders you were about to commit, seeing if she could stop you.
Liz: We found traces of aconitine in the judge’s system. You poisoned her and then tried to murder Marlon Milch.
Fiona: Marlon Milch? Is that his name?
Ressler: Come on. You’re trying to say that you don’t know the name of the man that you tried to kill?
Fiona: You’ve got it all wrong. I wasn’t trying to kill these people. I was trying to save them. I left the models for you because I wasn’t sure what else to do.
Liz: Models of crime scenes made before the crimes were committed.
Ressler: So how do you explain that? Unless you’re the killer.
Fiona: They’re premonitions.
Ressler: All right, tell us about the victims. A respected judge, a controversial businessman. Why target them? Why are they connected?
Fiona: I only know what I see in the dioramas.
Liz: Why haven’t you taken these premonitions to the police?
Fiona: I have. They looked at me like I’m crazy. That’s why I came to you, Agent Keen. I saw you at the grocery store, recognized you from the news. I followed you home because I thought you’d understand. The pardon. You know what it’s like to be judged harshly, how it feels not to be believed.
Liz: When did these premonitions start?
Fiona: Just over two years ago.
Liz: So there are more dioramas.

 
[ A key unlocks a padlock on a door ]
Fiona: At first, it was butterflies with glitter, and things like that. Then they turned into… these.
[ In the room there are shelves and shelves of dioramas ]
Fiona: There are 42 in all, each forecasting some horrible tragedy– murders, accidents, catastrophes. This is Flight 361. It crashed in the Andes last year. Sometimes they come with vivid detail. Others are more… impressionistic.
Liz: How do you get these visions?
Fiona: Oh, no. They’re not mine. I don’t see them.
[ Door creaking ]
Fiona: Her name’s Maggie. She’s 9.

 
Fiona: Maggie’s mind is… different. She suffers from what doctors call a constellation of birth defects, the result of fetal rubella. Heart problems, hearing impairment, any number of developmental issues. But I feel like she understands more than they think. Just because she can’t talk doesn’t mean she has nothing to say.
Liz: Maggie’s visions, when did they start?
Fiona: February, two years ago. She drew me a picture, this terrible image. A train and a bus crashing. Bodies everywhere. The next day, a bus was struck by a train in the Ukraine. 13 people were killed, another 6 injured, and she knew. Somehow, Maggie knew.
Liz: Were they any changes in your life at the time? Had you moved? Did she change schools?
Fiona: No. Nothing. We’ve always been around the same close circle of friends. Our world is very small.
Liz: What is she working on now?
Fiona: The next one.

 
Aram: I cross-checked the dioramas against verifiable incidents, and in each case, the incident and the diorama were a match. This July, a sailboat washes ashore south of Naples. Both the owner and his wife are lost a sea. [ Beep ] Two months earlier, a Jaipur factory fire kills 18. [ Beeping ] A bus accident in Miami. A mass shooting in Madrid.
Liz: These aren’t just crimes, these are catastrophic events happening all around the world.
Cooper: You say the mother claims the child predicted all this?
Ressler: That’s what she says.
Cooper: I don’t believe in premonitions. So prior knowledge of these events has to have come from somewhere.
Samar: We’re running down a list of everyone who interacts with the child, but the list is not promising.
Cooper: You said she can’t speak.
Liz: Her mother says she has an undiagnosed cognitive disorder.
Cooper: Pull her medical file. I want to know exactly what we can and cannot expect her to be able to tell us about these premonitions.

 
[ Cellphone vibrates ]
Liz: Tom.
Tom: Hey. Is everything okay? Three agents from the Bureau are camped outside.
Liz: Cooper insisted, but the person who delivered the dioramas wasn’t the killer. It was a mom whose daughter somehow knows about crimes that haven’t been committed yet.
Tom: Okay, well, that’s a little weird. [ Agnes fussing ] And creepy. And if the mom knows where we live, maybe the killer does, too.
Liz: Tell me about Agnes.
Tom: She is blissfully unaware that her parents are talking about a serial killer. Liz, what can I do? How can I help?
Liz: You are helping.
Tom: You know what I mean.
Liz: I do. And I appreciate that. But for now, we’re good. I’ll call you if anything changes.
Tom: Sure. Okay. Go– go do your thing.
[ Phone beep, thuds ] [ Fussing ]

 
Geoffroy: The mining deal is closed.
Red: You sound surprised. [ Door closes ] And you look scared.
Geoffroy: Iniko completed financing without consulting me. And now he’s not returning my calls.
Red: Perhaps he has a new acolyte. Or grew wary of your ambition.
Geoffroy: I’ve given him no reason to be.
Red: Others might have. People hoping to gain his trust by betraying you.
Geoffroy: I haven’t done anything.
Red: [ Laughs ] But you’re here. So you want to.
Geoffroy: If he suspects me…
Red: Oh, please. Spare me the wide-eyed innocence. You’re the top aide to a man who pays your salary with the lives of women and children. You’re every bit as responsible for committing atrocities as he is. Cheer up, Geoffroy. This isn’t the end. It’s the beginning. Your beginning. One you need to announce loudly enough to scare off other pretenders to the throne. Might I suggest something in broad daylight? Perhaps a nice car bombing. A cliché, I know, but clichés work. That’s how they get to be clichés.

 
Aram: Hey. [ Knocks ] I think we found something in Maggie Driscoll’s medical records.
Cooper: A way for us to communicate?
Aram: Us? Maybe. Or a killer. She wears a hearing aid, a very tiny high-frequency model.
Cooper: So? –
Samar: We’ve run down everyone she knows, no suspects. So maybe the killer or killers are people she doesn’t know.
Aram: I think the hearing aid might be picking up nearby conversations via radio frequency interference.
Cooper: Conversations?
Samar: Phone calls transmitted over a frequency that bleeds onto the one her hearing aid operates on.
Aram: Which means at least one of our suspects is close. A neighboring building, uh, someone in the apartment complex.
Cooper: Get there. Interview everyone in the building.
Ressler: There could be hundreds of people.
Cooper: You have a better idea?
Aram: Actually, yeah, I might. I think I can get us a step closer yet.

 
[ Cartoon music playing on TV ] [ Thuds softly ]
Aram: I’m still getting interference.
Ressler: Is this really gonna help?
Aram: We, uh, we need to unplug anything that might cause RF interference– lights, appliances… [ Whispers ] Sorry. Okay. Uh, cellphones. And, uh, turn off your coms. We gotta go with walkies.
Ressler: Aram, we listening for bad guys or are we holding a séance?
Aram: That is… not funny. When I was in college, Matt Skrdell had a Ouija board, and we actually made contact with my pet rabbit, Dash, God rest her soul, and it turns out she did not escape from her cage like I was told.
[ Switch clicks ] [ Static hissing, adjusting levels ] [ Switch clicks ] [ Static crackling ] [ Static ]

[ Distorted voices ] [ Man speaking indistinctly ] [ Static, distorted voice ]
Man: That should solve it.
[ Static ] [ Distorted voice ] [ Static, distorted voice ] [ Static continues ] [ Distorted voices ]
Motorcycle Man: [ Distorted ] Hey, it’s me. We have a problem.
[ Man speaks indistinctly ] [ Distorted conversation continues ]
Man: …has to happen sooner… in the tower as discussed.

Liz: Aram, where are they?

Motorcycle Man: We couldn’t finish Milch, and you’re talking about the next job? What have you found out?
Older Man: I said I’d get back to you when I know more. Stick to the plan.

Ressler: Did we lose them?
[ Static crackling ]
Aram: For now. But they’re out there, very close. [ Static continues ] The next time they call, we’re gonna find them.

 
Fiona: I don’t know whether to be relieved or terrified. Thanks to you, I know how it’s happening, but it’s only happening because these people, these killers live nearby.
[ Static crackling ]
Liz: How much of it do you think she actually understands?
Fiona: Too much, I’m afraid. That’s why she does it. She knows they have to be stopped.
[ Static ]

Motorcycle Man: …a kid? That’s ridiculous.

Aram: We’re live.

Older Man: Not according to my source downtown. Her mother told the cops about us six months ago. They ignored her, so she must’ve gone to the FBI. That little kid was able to give them the time and the location of the Milch assignment.
Motorcycle Man: You’re saying she’s listening, watching. How is that possible?
Older Man: I don’t know. The investors are upset. If we lose another offer– Look, she’s a threat that needs to be dealt with.

Signal strength is S3. We are very close. [ Static crackles ]

Motorcycle Man: Get me a name. I’ll handle the kid.

Liz: Fifth floor, fourth apartment from the end. The east wing.
[ Beep ] [ Crackling ]
[ Ressler and Liz head out ]
[ Motorcycle Man sees he is being watched through the blinds. He disconnects his computers, grabs some papers from wall, puts his cell phone in the microwave, turns it on and leaves ] [ The microwave smokes and flares ]
Aram: [ To Maggie ] It’s okay. It’s okay. You are gonna be okay, all right? Officers are gonna be here any minute.

 
[ Ressler and Liz enter Motorcycle Man’s apartment ]
Ressler: FBI! Clear.
Liz: How did we miss him?
[ Motorcycle Man climbs a staircase, exits through the door at the top. Door creaks ]
Ressler: Aram, issue an alert. White male, dark hair, about 5’10”. We need units covering every way in and out of this building. Aram?
[ Ressler looks through window at Fiona’s and Maggie’s apartment. Aram is stretched out on the floor. Motorcycle Man is in the apartment ]
Ressler: Aram’s down! We’re gonna need an ambulance!

Woman over radio: All units, please be advised, we have a federal agent down at the fol–

[ Armed police storm Motocycle Man’s building. He encounters two officers in the hallway ]
[ 💥💥 Gunshots 💥💥 – Policemen fall ]
[ Speaks indistinctly ] [ Man speaks indistinctly ]

 
[ Geoffroy arrives at the white apartment ]
Dembe: I had to disarm him.
Geoffroy: Are you playing me? Is this some kind of sick joke to you?
Red: Okay, calm down and tell me what happened.
Geoffroy: He found it. The car bomb. [ Door closes ] It was as if his security detail knew where to look.
Red: And you think I told him?
Geoffroy: No one else knew.
Red: Except the munitions expert who made the bomb, the mechanic who installed it. You were sloppy, and you’re looking for someone to blame. Blame yourself.
Geoffroy: If I go home, I’m a dead man.
Red: Then don’t go home. Iniko may not be taking your calls, but he will certainly take mine.
Geoffroy: I told you, the deal on the mine is closed.
Red: There’s always another deal. I have one in mind that I know he will find especially hard to resist. Relax. Have a drink. Help me finish this infuriating puzzle. And when Iniko does come, you’ll be waiting with a magic bullet.

 
[ Radio beeps ]
Ressler: Aram, talk to me. Are you sure you didn’t see which way they went?
[ Radio chatter ]
[ Aram received a superficial wound on the side of his neck. Maggie is gone. A female officer is calming Fiona ]
Aram: I didn’t, no. But MPD says we had two officers down in the building. One was stripped, missing his gun, his badge.
Ressler: The guy’s in uniform. Great.
[ Beep ] [ Beep ]
[ Motorcycle Man is outside in crowd with Maggie, dressed in the officer’s MPD uniform. They get into a parked school bus ]
Ressler: Well, she’s gotta be close. We could call out to her if she could only hear us.
[ Beep ]
Aram: Maybe she can.
Liz: How?
Aram: Police radios operate on an RF frequency just like Maggie’s hearing device, which can cause interference. All right, go to frequency 154.400 and turn it up. [ Beep ] Turn it all the way up. [ Static crackles loudly ]
[ Maggie groans ] [ They exit parked bus. Maggie is agitated; she falls to her knees and flings her head back and forth ]
Motorcycle Man: What is wrong with you? Get up!
[ Maggie screams ] [ Screaming ]
[ Motorcycle Man panics and leaves her ]
[ Screaming loudly ] [ Ressler and Liz follow the sound of Maggie’s screaming and find her ]
Liz: [ To Aram: ] Turn it down.
Ressler: [ To the crowd: ] The officer that was with her, has anybody seen him?
[ Indistinct conversations ]

 
[ Geoffroy breathes unevenly. He and Dembe are outside the white apartment ]
Geoffroy: I can hear. He’s in there.
[ Dembe gives Geoffroy a handgun with a silencer ]
Dembe: Use this. It’s untraceable.
Geoffroy: Would you ever do this? Betray your own boss?
Dembe: I don’t know.
[ Geoffroy and Dembe enter the white apartment ]
Iniko: Geoffroy, what are you doing here?
[ Door closes ]
Red: Unfinished business, I’m afraid.
[ Geoffroy points his gun at Iniko and pulls the trigger. Trigger clicking ]
Geoffroy: What the hell? You set me up. Reddington– it was his idea.
Iniko: Actually, it was ours. [ (💥) Silenced gunshots (💥💥) ] [ Gun clatters. Geoffroy falls. Blood is splattered on the white wall and carpet ]

 
[ Beep, speed dials ]
Iniko: I’m texting you an address. [ To Red: ] My clean-up crew.
[ Touchscreen clicking ]

 
Red: I once bankrolled a diamond mine outside Tshikapa. One day, a man showed up alone, unarmed, started to talk to me about the mine. I had guns and guards and an enterprise worth… I don’t know, $50, $150 million dollars. He had nothing but a story about greed driving atrocities and conflict, about armed groups using mass rape and mutilation as a means to control people in the villages around the mines.

“I had bullets, he had words. But when he was done talking,

for the first time, I truly understood which of those was more

powerful”

 
Red: [ Continues ] I abandoned the mine, agreed to finance his campaign of protection and protest, and did so until two months ago when you had him murdered.
Iniko: Cyrus Choi.
Red: Yeah.
[ Red walks over and picks up the gun Dembe gave Geoffoy. The empty clip thuds ] He was a good man… and my friend.
[ A full clip clicks into place, gun cocks ]
Red: And somehow, your cleaners removed even the memory of his blood from this carpet.
Iniko: They are the best in the business.
Red: They better be. They’re gonna have a lot to clean up.

 
[ Ressler, Liz and Aram are in Motorcycle Man’s apartment, going through the evidence left behind ]
Ressler: The girl’s with the paramedics now. She’s gonna be fine. What do we know about our runner?
[ At the Post Office, Cooper and Samar talk to the others over speaker phone ]
Samar: Benjamin Allen Charnquist, 35. [ “Motorcycle Man” ] He went to Berkeley. He was kicked out his junior year after being convicted of rape. He was shipped off to San Quentin.
Liz: When did he get out?
Cooper: 2002. He’s been off the radar ever since. Now we know why.
[ Aram is looking though a bunch of papers ]
Aram: Guys, um, check this out. We couldn’t see it from Maggie’s dioramas, but, uh, there is a pattern. All right, the factory fire in Jaipur, it tanked the stock of the Zardozi Imports company. The man and his wife, who vanished off the coast of Naples in their sailboat, he was the CEO of a Silicon Valley tech firm. The company lost a quarter of its value after he disappeared. Judge Culpepper was set to rule against OJN Global in a patent infringement case. And Marlon Milch is the CEO of a Fortune 500 company. Each of these catastrophes involved someone who was invaluable to the company they worked for, and their deaths dramatically affected the stock prices of those companies.
Cooper: So maybe the motive is profit. Maybe Charnquist was shorting the stocks.
Liz: He’s a college dropout with a felony record. I doubt he came up with this on his own.
Ressler: The partner, the guy he was talking to? At his parole hearing, three people testified on his behalf – his parents, and the CEO of the private equities firm he interned at in college. Chris Farnsworth. CEO of Jasek Financial. [ “Older Man” ]
Cooper: Just because Farnsworth testified at Charnquist’s parole hearing, what makes you think he was involved?
Samar: According to SEC filings, Farnsworth’s company made a fortune after each and every one of the people Aram mentioned were murdered. Once or twice is luck. This many times is a conspiracy.
Cooper: Get a tact team to Jasek Financial now.
Ressler: Look, we heard them talking about pulling another job, but we don’t know where and we don’t know when.
Liz: No, but we know someone who does.

 
Benjamin Charnquist [ Earlier AKA “Motorcycle Man” ] [ On phone ]: They know everything. I’ve got feds swarming my place.
Chris Farnsworth [ Earlier AKA “Older Man” ]: Calm down. Stick to the plan.
Charnquist: Calm down? They have my files, every trade. I’m going to jail.
Farnsworth: Ben, you and I have forecasted how many transactions? We knew this day would eventually come, that it would eventually end. Now the plan is–
Charnquist: They have the girl.
Farnsworth: Yes, and they know about you. How long before they connect us, the company? When they do, my face will be on every network and screen within the hour, shares of Jasek Financial will crater and we’ll have our golden parachute. It’s the escape we’ve discussed since day one.
Charnquist: And Beckner?
Farnsworth: Beckner is the only loose end. I just hung up with him. He placed the short against Jasek through the shell 20 minutes ago. We’ve got to see this through.
Charnquist: Why don’t we just put a bullet in Beckner’s head?
Farnsworth: Because a bullet brings unwanted attention, ends up with FinCEN looking through each and every one of Beckner’s transactions, which could point to us. No. It has to look like an accident. He’s the only one who knows where our funds are routed. If he’s dead, we’re ghosts– rich ghosts. Finish him, and I’ll see you at the plane.
⋘⋙
[ The tact team enters Jasek Financial’s Offices ]
Woman: Wait! You can’t go in there.
[ Farnsworth leaves, a wheeled overnight bag trailing behind ]

 
Fiona: No. No, no, you can’t ask for her help. Not after what happened.
Ressler: I wish we didn’t have to.
Fiona: This is exactly what I wanted to avoid. I brought you her dioramas anonymously to prevent her being involved.
Ressler: Look, if we’re gonna catch the person that did this, we’re gonna need Maggie’s help.
Fiona: Just because she can’t express her feelings doesn’t mean she doesn’t have them. She’s terrified.
[ Maggie gets up and sits down at her art table ]
Liz: And determined.

 
Iniko: Cobalt. Cassiterite. Wolframite. They are the diamonds of tomorrow. Let me go, and you can have a piece of all of them.
Red: A piece of the mines.
Iniko: Think of the money you will make.
Red: On the backs of children. Given enough money to eat, but not enough to ever leave. Cyrus would be disappointed.
Iniko: I worked in the mines. I got out.
Red: And instead of helping those who suffer as you once did, you profit off them. I’m a bad man, Iniko, but not that bad.
[ Knock on door ]
Red: Ah, your cleaners. What are their names?
Iniko: Sakiya and Fudo. Why?
Red: I want to hire them.
Iniko: They work for me.
Red: Not anymore.
[ Silenced gunshot 💥 – more blood splatters across the white room ]
Dembe: That’s what this was all about, replacing Kate.
Red: Kate is irreplaceable.
Dembe: To me, she is.
⋘⋙
[ Knock on door. Dembe opens it. Iniko’s cleaners are there ]
Sakiya: We’re meeting Iniko.
Red: Iniko just met his maker.
Sakiya: You done did him?
Red: I did done… do.
Sakiya: Sweet. Guy was a straight up tool.
Fudo: This place looks familiar.
Red: It should. You cleaned it two months ago. Friend of mine, shot six times, 5 liters of his blood on this carpet. After you were done, not a drop.
Sakiya: You’re Raymond Reddington.
Red: Yes. And this is my associate Dembe Zuma.
Fudo: Well, aren’t you a tall drink of chocolate milk?
Red: I’d like you to work for me. Whatever Iniko was paying you, I’ll double it.
Sakiya: So you know, we only moonlight.
Red: A day job. How old-fashioned.
Sakiya: Not really. We’re crime scene cleaners for Metro PD.
Red: Well, won’t this be fun.

 
[ Maggie is working on her latest diorama. It features a building with a crashed elevator. She writes “Jasek” on a paper sign ]
Ressler: “Jasek.” Keen.
Fiona: What’s that? What does that mean? Jasek?
Ressler: I think we know what his next target’s gonna be. Aram, Farnsworth’s gonna hit his own company.

 
[ Dark Horses’ ♪ “Alone” playing ] [ Maggie’s eye darts ]
David Beckner: Yes, the trade was clear. Funds will be wired to the Panama account.

 
Aram: Agent Ressler, I think I have something, a way Charnquist may be planning to access the building. Surveillance imagery shows an engine room on the roof, and it is connected to a–
Ressler: An elevator.
Aram: How’d you know that?
Ressler: Because of the girl. Her diorama’s focused on how the crime’s going to be committed. This one featured an elevator.
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[ Maggie sits at her table. Her diorama shows a crashed elevator. She is placing crumpled pieces of aluminum foil at the base of the elevator shaft ]
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Aram: Okay, the one in this building is a Westbrook freight built in 1922. That’s before pneumatic fail-safes.
Ressler: They’re gonna crash the elevator.
Samar: I’ve got him.

 
Bobby: Security. This is Bobby.
Cooper: This is FBI Assistant Director Cooper. We have credible intel that one of your employees in the building may be in danger. I need you to shut down everything. Nobody in or out. Metro PD and FBI agents are on our way to you now.
[ Charnquist enters the room Bobby is in and shoots him 💥💥] [ Maggie’s eye darts and flashes ]
Cooper: Hello? Hello? Charnquist is in the building. Get Con Ed on the line. Cut the power, lock up that elevator.
[ Charnquist begins sawing through the elevator cables ]
Aram: Sir, I know have a lot of bad news today, but the security system in the building shows there’s a backup generator.
[ Becker gets on the elevator in the building ]

♪ he gripped the wall, he gripped the wire ♪
♪ so alone ♪
♪ so alone ♪
♪ so alone ♪

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[ Maggie adds a man lying on his back at the base of the elevator shaft to her diorama ]
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[ Saw whirring ] [ Clank ]
[ FBI and MPD vehicles arrive at Jasek ] [ Tires screech ]

♪ there’s always time enough to heal, moral to reveal ♪
♪ I’ll bet you all you got ♪

[ Saw whirring ]
[ Ressler and Liz exit their vehicle. Liz goes into the Jasek building. Ressler heads across the street, enters a building and runs up the stairs ]

♪ that you’ll never miss a thing ♪
♪ never miss a thing ♪

[ Man shouts indistinctly ]

♪ and no matter how you feel, nobody wants to kill ♪

Cooper: What the hell is goin’ on? Get Ressler on the horn now.
Samar: He’s not answering.
[ Saw continues whirring ]

♪ but watch ♪

[ Gun cocks ] [ Ressler gets Charnquist in his sights from across the street and shoots him 💥 ]
[ The final cable Charnquist failed to cut snaps and the elevator begins to plummet ]
[ Whooshes ] [ Uselessly, Becker tries to push the elevator buttons ]

♪ he stopped to feel ♪
♪ now he’s not alone ♪
♪ Not alone ♪
♪ not alone ♪

Liz: The stop! Where’s the emergency stop?
[ Liz finds the crank and pulls it back. The elevator stops. Becker falls to the elevator floor, but is unhurt ]
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[ Maggie has completed her diorama ]

♪ there’s always time enough to heal, moral to reveal ♪
♪ I’ll bet you all you got that you’ll never miss a thing ♪
♪ never miss a thing ♪

[ Red is examining the cleaners’ work with a small flashlight ]
Red: [ From across the room ] Incredible. Truly incredible.
Fudo: What happened to your last cleaner?
Dembe: She was murdered.
Fudo: I’m so sorry. Were you close?
Dembe: Yes.
Red: Not a speck to be found.
Fudo: Have you caught the killer?
Dembe: No.
Red: Clean as a whistle. Clean as a whistle.
Fudo: Do you know who he is?
Dembe: Yes, I do.
Fudo: That’s good. Then it’s only a matter of time.
Red: Well, this seems like a good fit.
Sakiya: For now. Last two years haven’t been kind to people we work for.
Fudo: You take care… [ Door opens ] .. or we’ll be mopping you up with club soda.
Red: [ Laughs ] So you do use club soda. Fascinating.
[ Liz enters ]
Liz: Uh, what was that about?
[ Door closes ]
Red: I spoke with Harold. He tells me you’ve had a… pyrrhic victory.
Liz: We lost one of the killers.
Red: Chris Farnsworth.
Liz: Who were those two?
Red: For years, colleagues have crowed about his rates of return, urging me to invest with them. Called him “The Forecaster.” But as I don’t believe in investing in anything I can’t control, I declined.
Liz: I know you’ve been concerned about me, about a killer knowing where I live. I just wanted you to know you’ve got nothing to worry about anymore.
Red: May I see your new apartment?
Liz: Not yet. [ Chuckles softly ] Maybe someday.
[ Red snaps the final white piece into the white puzzle ]

 
[ Lighter clicks as Tom lights a candle ]
Liz: [ Sighs ] I’ve been working on this, so let me know what you think.
Tom: [ Chuckles ] Yeah? Smells pretty good.
Liz: All right, bon appétit.
[ Tim hands Liz a small bundle ]
Liz: What is this?
[ Liz opens the bundle. It’s Tim’s fake passports ]
Tom: It’s a promise. I lied when I said it wasn’t a lot to give up.
Liz: Yeah. It wasn’t a lie, it was a hope.
Tom: Yeah, I… I want this to work.
Liz: And wondering whether or not that’s possible is totally natural.
Tom: Right. But what isn’t natural for me, anyway, is talking about that, so… [ Inhales deeply ] it’s my promise, to share this doubt with you.
Liz: Thank you.
Tom: I threw those out this morning, yet here they are.
Liz: Good. This is exactly where they belong. David… Lucas, and… Kaya. I used to be scared of those guys. Not anymore.
Tom: [ Chuckles ]

 
[ Knock on door ]
Tom: You got it?
Liz: We could use a little peace and quiet in our lives. [ Door creaks ] Dembe. Is everything okay?
Dembe: No.
Liz: Please come in.
[ Dembe signals that he wants to speak privately with Liz ] [ Door creaks ]
Dembe: I’m worried about Raymond. I don’t think he cares about anything or anyone in the world right now other than you or Agnes. I don’t recognize him. I can’t reach him.
Liz: And you think I can.
Dembe: The people at the apartment…
Liz: He wouldn’t tell me who they were.
Dembe: They’re cleaners.
Liz: Cleaners? What about Mr. Kaplan? It’s because she helped me fake my death, isn’t it? He’s punishing her.
Dembe: He saw it as a betrayal.
Liz: So he’s replacing her.
Dembe: No. He didn’t replace Kate. He killed her.

 
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SONGS

♫ What I Like About You
By The Romantics

♪ Hey
Uh huh huh
Hey
Uh huh huh

♪ What I like about you
You hold me tight
Tell me I’m the only one
Wanna come over tonight, yeah

♪ Keep on whispering in my ear
Tell me all the things that I wanna hear
‘Cause it’s true
That’s what I like about you

♪ What I like about you
You really know how to dance
When you go up, down, jump around
Think about true romance, yeah

♪ Keep on whispering in my ear
Tell me all the things that I wanna hear
‘Cause it’s true
That’s what I like about you
That’s what I like about you
That’s what I like about you
Wow

♪ Hey
What I like about you
You keep me warm at night
Never wanna let you go
Know you make me feel all right, yeah

♪ Keep on whispering in my ear
Tell me all the things that I wanna hear
‘Cause it’s true
That’s what I like about you
That’s what I like about you
That’s what I like about you
That’s what I like about you
That’s what I like about you
That’s what I like about you
That’s what I like about you

♪ Hey
Uh huh huh
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Uh huh huh, brr
Hey
Uh huh huh
Hey

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2jtFDKB
YouTube: https://youtu.be/Rqnw5IfbZOU

 

♫ Alone
By Dark Horses

♪ He called the shots, he called the angry shots
He lost his nerve, he lost his whole world
He could not speak for he might fail her
He’s so alone, so alone, so alone.

♪ He asked for help, he could not help himself
He asked for hope, he made his own wealth
He gripped the wall, he gripped the wire
He’s so alone, so alone, so alone.

♪ There’s always time enough to heal, moral to reveal
I’ll bet you all you got that you’ll never miss a thing
Never miss a thing

♪ And no matter how you feel, nobody wants to kill
It’s okay to let it go, you’ll never miss a thing
Never miss a thing

♪ Oh but watch, he stopped to feel
He broke the code, he torn the seal
He took command, he would not fail her
Now he’s not alone, not alone, not alone.

♪ There’s always time enough to heal, moral to reveal
I’ll bet you all you got that you’ll never miss a thing
Never miss a thing

♪ And no matter how you feel, nobody wants to kill
It’s okay to let it go, you’ll never miss a thing
Never miss a thing

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2jOHRHE
YouTube: https://youtu.be/erY-cZESeQc

 
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🔴 Script: 4:11 The Harem (№ 102)

 
Program air date: 1/19/2017 in the US
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Director: Bill Roe
Written by: Marisa Tam
 

⭕ Script 4:10 The Forecaster (№ 163)

Blurb: The US witness protection list has been stolen by a group of female thieves called The Harem. Dembe has confided in Liz that Red murdered Kate (“Mr Kaplan”).

 

[ Note: There are four members of The Harem:
● Margot is The Leader. Light brown hair, attractive, the oldest of the group (mid-thirties).
● Sasha is Oriental in appearance. She is the tech genius. She plans the heists.
● Jessica is African American, stunningly beautiful, colorfully dressed, gung ho, hyperactive and cheerful.
● Emma speaks with a British accent. She is blonde, plain and subdued compared to the others ]

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[ Two black SUVs pull up to large white marble mansion. Four guards get out ]
Guard #1: [ To on-site security ] It’s fine where it is.
[ Car alarm chirps ]
[ One guard remains outside (dubbed “Lurch” by Margot); the others enter the mansion ] [ A black woman (Jessica) is talking on her cell phone outside the door of the mansion. Sasha removes a rifle from a bass violin case and mounts it from a perch looking down on the driveway ]

 
[ A blonde woman, very pregnant (Emma), walks inside the mansion ]
[ Suddenly, when she is directly in front of Guard #1, Emma groans ]
Emma: Oh!
[ Emma bends over in ‘pain.’ Guard #1 tries to assist her ]
Guard #1: Call a doctor! Are you all right?
Emma: Ooh, I’ll muddle through. I’m okay. Braxton-Hicks. I’ll be okay, really.
[ Emma deftly retrieves Guard #1’s keys from his coat pocket ]

 
[ Margot is watching a live video of the events ]
Margot: Okay, Jess, easy. Lurch’s hackles are up.
[ Emma pulls a gun from under her faux pregnant abdomen ]
[ Lurch pulls his gun, but Sasha has him in her sights ] [ Silenced gunshot (💥) ] [ “Lurch” falls ]
Margot: Let’s go, ladies.
[ Emma tosses the keys to Jessica. Jessica and Emma get into one of the guards’ SUVs ]
[ Keys jangle ] [ Engine starts ] [ Tires peal ]
[ In the mansion, Guard #1 discovers the keys to his SUV are missing. The guards run outside. The first SUV with Jessica and Emma is speeding away. The guards pile into the second black SUV ]
Guard: We can’t lose that car! Go! Go! Hold up!
[ Tires screeching ]
Emma: They’re half a block back.
Jessica: Not for long.
[ Engine roaring ] [ Tires screech ] [ Tires screech ] [ Horn blares ] [ Tires screeching ] [ Reverse signal beeping ] [ Brakes screech ]
[ Jessica evades the guards’ SUV and eventually turns into a garage. A few moments later, a blue van joins them ]
Sasha: Shame. It was a nice ride.
[ Margot takes a knife and slices into one of the neck rests in the guards’ car. A stream of tiny glittering objects spills out. Margot grabs a handful of the objects and let’s them cascade in front of the other women’s faces. The tiny objects are diamonds. The women smile at each other ]
[ Diamonds clatter ]

[ Eddie Rabbitt’s ♫ I Love a Rainy Night ]
♪ well, I love a rainy night ♪
♪ I love a rainy night ♪
♪ I love to hear the thunder, watch the lightning ♪
♪ when it lights up the sky ♪
♪ you know it makes me feel good ♪
♪ well, I love a rainy night ♪
♪ it’s such a beautiful sight ♪
♪ I love to feel the rain on my face ♪
♪ taste the rain on my lips ♪
♪ in the moonlight shadows ♪

[ Zack Smoll pulls up to a pleasant brick house and enters. Machines are whirring as several men process thousands of bills of United States currency ]
Red: Zack! We’ve spent the last 40 minutes being regaled with stories of Abe’s latest visit to Phoenix. Fascinating as it is to hear about the new culinary options at Sky Harbor Airport, I don’t come here to talk to Abe. No offense, Abe.
Zack: I had some trouble with the missus. [ Sighs ] You know how it is. But end of business, your money’s gonna be cleaner than a nun’s browser history.
Red: While you’re redistributing, an investment opportunity has come up. I need funds in that amount.
Zack: What are you buying this time? Another herd of Akhal-Teke horses?
Red: Oh, God no. Although, one could never have enough of those beautiful animals. There is, however, a floundering cruise line in urgent need of a bailout.
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[ Liz enters ]
Red: Elizabeth! I’d like to introduce you to one of my accountants, Zack Smoll.
Liz: [ Sternly ] I’m an FBI agent. Mr. Reddington is my CI, which forces me to ignore his crimes, which will no doubt include murdering you if either of you ever tell anyone. On the other hand, I am under no obligation to ignore your crimes. So before you commit any while I’m here, I suggest you all run along.
Zack: Hey. [ Snaps his fingers ] [ Men speaking indistinctly ] [ The men leave ]
Red: Someone over-caffeinated this morning.
Liz: You said you had a case.
Red: Your government’s Witness Protection list has been stolen.
Liz. You know who stole it?
Red: No, but I know who’s going to steal it next. A stolen luxury vehicle in Atlanta being pursued by the private security contractors hired to protect it.
Liz: A car with its own security guards?
Red: This was a jewel heist that netted over $10 million in diamonds perpetrated by a heist crew known as The Harem.
Liz: Ew.
Red: Well, this Harem is an elite group of female thieves who steal only from other criminals. And with the Witness Protection list out in the open, the timing is no coincidence.
Liz: Every one of those witnesses would be in danger if their identities get out.
Red: Which makes the list extraordinarily valuable. And irresistible to the Harem. Catch them in the act of stealing it, and you’ll save the lives of everyone on that list.
Liz: How exactly are we supposed to catch them in the act? –
Red: You can’t. And if you can’t beat them, as the saying goes…

 
Ressler: Join them? That’s Reddington’s plan to put you undercover in a heist crew?
Liz: The Harem is responsible for a number of high-line thefts. The disappearance of half a dozen paintings from the Ostergard Museum in Denmark in 2012.
Cooper: Those thieves were arrested in Luxembourg a year later, weren’t they?
Liz: Not before the Harem stole the paintings from them. Lowry Fool’s Gold, a Mexican drug lord’s prized race horse, went missing in 2014. Reddington says The Harem auctioned it for $6 million. And when they hit the National Bank of Belize, they emptied out the top-secret safety deposit box of a French arms dealer. The leader of The Harem is a woman named Margot Rochet. She’s staying at The Fairborne under the alias Kate Morgan.
Samar: How do we get her to believe that you’re some kind of elite thief?
Liz: Reddington says he knows someone she worked with in the past who can vouch for me.

 
Craig Gaynier: What makes you think I know Margot Rochet?
Ressler: Little birdie told us. It’s the same little birdie who, uh, told us that you have a brother doing six years for armed robbery. You vouch for Agent Keen here and, uh, maybe Jimmy will get out in time for the Super Bowl.
Gaynier: I knew Margot. She likes to know the people she works with. Control. She’ll smell a lie on me a mile away.
Liz: We’ll go over our story until we forget it’s a lie.
Gaynier: You’re still gonna have to prove yourself.

 
[ Margot opens the door to her hotel room. Liz’s hair is swept tightly back and secured in a bun. She is wearing black-rimmed glasses ]
Liz: Sorry to disturb you, ma’am. I need to check the mini bar.
Margot: Oh, I didn’t drink anything.
Liz: I’m so sorry. Hotel policy. I can come back later, but I would have to come back.
Margot: Oh. Go ahead. [ Resuming phone call: ] Okay, I will be down in about 10 minutes. Okay. Yes, I know. Then call him and tell him we’ll be back out. The deal’s non-negotiable.
[ As Margot is on the phone, Liz checks her bag and quickly finds the pouch of diamonds and pockets them ]
Margot: Do nuts count? Because I had a small bag of salted almonds. Whatever. I couldn’t resist. Sue me.
[ Liz has already left. Where the diamonds were, Margot finds a note: “I will be waiting in the bar” ]

 
[ Liz is sitting at the bar. Margot joins her ]
Margot: Give me one good reason I shouldn’t take you upstairs right now and kick your ass.
Liz: I’ll give you 73.
[ Liz gives Margot the pouch of diamonds ]
Liz: My name’s Liz Crawford. I wanna join The Harem.
Margot: And what do you do, Liz Crawford?
Liz: I read people. I tell people exactly what they need to hear in order to do exactly what I need them to do. I got oil men in North Dakota to invest in a bogus casino deal. Did a couple runaway bride gigs. Worked with Craig Gaynier. He could vouch for me.
Margot: You’re either very good, Liz, or you’re very bad news. You’re not going anywhere till I find out which.

 
[ Samar and Ressler follow the car Liz is in to a warehouse. Samar takes photos ] [ Camera shutter clicking ]
[ Liz and Gaynier enter. Gaynier is restrained in a wheelchair ]
Craig Gaynier: Margot, what the hell?
Margot: I’m sorry about the restraints, but as I recall, you never seemed to mind being tied up. This pretty little thing says you two worked together. True?
Gaynier: Yeah. Liz Crawford. Real estate con in Tallahassee. Read the mark like she was his childhood friend.
Ressler: [ Outside in vehicle ] Wish we had eyes in there.
Liz: Take was $2 million.
Gaynier: $2.1. ‘Accuracy is everything in this business.’
Liz: [ Echoes him ] ‘…everything in this business.’ I remember.
Margot: There is one boss here. You do as I say. And no questions asked.
Liz: I understand.
Margot: Good. Shoot him.
Gaynier: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
Margot: I’m told the feds are kicking your baby brother for “good behavior.” And since his behavior is never good, that means he cut a deal or… [ Gasps ] …or you cut one for him.
Gaynier: That’s crazy. I’d never do that–
Margot: Never sell me out to save your own flesh and blood? [ To Liz: ] I told you to shoot him.
Liz: Shoot him yourself.
Margot: I gave you an order.
Liz: No, you gave me a test, and I’m gonna tell you why I passed. You don’t need blind followers. What you’re interested in is loyalty. I worked with Craig. I’m loyal to him. Take me on, I’ll be equally loyal to you.
Margot: You are good. [ Chuckles ] And you’re right. Loyalty is everything. [ To Gaynier: ] But I still haven’t forgotten Majorca.
[ Margot shoots Gaynier 💥 ]
Margot: [ To Liz: ] Welcome to The Harem!

 
Ressler: So we dangled Gaynier out there, and now he’s dead.
Cooper: And after we get that WITSEC list, Margot will pay for that.
Samar: We have intel on the rest of The Harem. Aram.
Aram: Right, uh, okay, you already know Margot Rochet. [ Typing ] She’s a former federal corrections administrator. Has a network of prisoners and guards trading anything for intel into the criminal world.
Samar: That must be how she learned about our deal with Gaynier. Sasha Lau. She graduated from Smith in ’08. Couldn’t find a job, so she put her degree in actuarial science to work planning crimes. She designs the heists. Jessica Piha is a chameleon. She can blend into any crowd, but she is impulsive, an adrenaline junkie.
Aram: I can’t ID Emma Knightly. [ Typing ] We know from the audio on Agent Keen’s wire that she sounds like she’s from England, but other than that, I’m drawing a big blank.
Cooper: A rackets informant in Witness Protection was just murdered in Dubuque– Jordan Pomaville.
Ressler: Here we go. It’s starting.
Cooper: Tell Reddington. See if he can find who did it. That person has the list– or knows where to find it.

 
[ Sydney, Australia ]
[ Door opens ]
Wilson: I am sorry I’m late. Gentlemen. I’m Carter Wilson. I spoke with your associate on the phone. I’m not entirely certain what I can do for you, Mr. Lockhart.
Red: I’ll be blunt, Mr. Wilson. Whistler Cruise Line is sinking. The band is on deck and warming up “Nearer My God to Thee.”
Wilson: [ Chuckles ] We’re having some difficulties, but–
Red: Running aground on endangered coral reefs, E. coli at the buffet, sailing half-empty ships. Your difficulties are about to land you in bankruptcy court.
Wilson: How on earth did you hear about that?
Red: Have you ever been to Mont Saint Michel? Tidal island in Normandy. The only way in or out used to be a causeway that disappeared at high tide. To reach the other side was a matter of knowing when the tide came in and seizing the opportunity before it arrived.
Wilson: I’m afraid I don’t follow.
Red: I’m offering you a causeway, Carter. I bail you out, you transport my cargo.
Wilson: What kind of cargo?
Red: Could be Dutch tulip bulbs to New York, ghost guns from Danao. But instead of hypotheticals, allow me to assure you that plausible deniability’s the best option. I save your business, you don’t look too closely at mine.

 
[ Liz wakes up in the night ] [ Sighs, sniffles ] [ Exhales ] [ She walks to the kitchen and notices several pill bottles. Emma comes up behind her ]
Emma: This job is hard.
Liz: I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to…
Emma: It’s for anxiety… depression, pain. Mental, physical. Definitely spiritual.
[ Emma pours Liz and herself a third a shot of clear spirits ]
Emma: Well, this should help. Hair of the dog.
Liz: Oh, that wasn’t a dog. That was a wooly mammoth.
Emma: You’re a funny drunk. Chatty.
Liz: Chatty?
Emma: Couldn’t shut you up.
Liz: That’s embarrassing. I mean, how embarrassing was it?
Emma: Not embarrassing at all.
Liz: Good. That’s a relief.
Emma: It was more… revealing.
Liz: How revealing was it, exactly?
Emma: Enough for me to know what you’re really about. Now get some sleep. We’ve got a big day tomorrow.

 
Red: The guy your government was protecting was murdered by Tony Giannusa.
Ressler: Giannusa’s New Jersey mob. Justice has a pending racketeering case against him.
Cooper: Not if their star witness is dead.
Samar: If Giannusa gets us to the WITSEC list, why don’t we go after him ourselves?
Red: Because you don’t know if he has it or where to procure it. If you arrest him, you’ll never find out. Only Agent Keen can ascertain that.
Cooper: Keen’s gone dark. No contact.
Red: You have protocols in place for when she does make contact.
Ressler: And an understanding that she’d reach out day one. She didn’t.
Red: She will. But only after she’s won their trust. Keep me informed, Harold. I want to know when Elizabeth checks in.
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Red: Smoll?
Dembe: I’ve tried him twice.
Red: Try again. I want to know the minute the transfer is complete.

 
Sasha: To get the WITSEC list, we need to get Giannusa alone. We’ve got leverage over him once we do.
Liz: What kind of leverage?
Emma: Giannusa had a courier transporting diamonds through Atlanta.
Jessica: We stole them. He wants them back.
Margot: Yeah, the robbery spooked him. Now he’s hiding behind his security team at the Vegas Strip.
Liz: We’re going to Nevada?
Sasha: No. Giannusa’s strip club downtown. Armed guards here. And here. Closed circuit cameras with motion sensors and night vision. All we gotta do is figure out a way to get past them.
Liz: Or maybe we don’t.

 
[ At the strip club, music plays as pole dancers do their moves and lights and projected images complete the scene ] [ A dancer slides across the table to address Liz ]
Dancer #1: Looking for something special?
[ Instead on replying, Liz hands her a diamond. The dancer shows the gem to the other dancers ]
Dancer #2: Oh, my God. She gave her a diamond.
Tony Giannusa: [ Very mobster-like. Think: Sopranos ] What’s all the racket? I pay you girls to dance, not stand in the back clucking like a bunch of hens in hair extensions. What do you got there, Lexie?
[ Lexie shows him the diamond ]

 
[ Liz is tossed unceremoniously to the floor in a separate room ]
Liz: Whoo.
Giannusa: You know who I am?
Liz: I know you’re missing 72 stones just like that one. You want ’em back? Be at the Menchaca Produce warehouse tomorrow morning at 10:00.
[ Giannusa is furious. Gun clicks ]
Liz: I don’t walk out of here in 30 seconds, you’ll never see your diamonds again.

 
[ Margot, Sasha, Jessica and Emma are lounging in the garage of the Menchaca Produce warehouse. Several large black SUVs drive up. Men pile out of them and all train their rifles on The Harem. They are unperturbed. ]
Jessica: Giannusa’s not with them. Pay up.
Emma: Bollocks.
Jessica: [ To the men: ] You may wanna call your boss.
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[ At the strip club ]
Giannusa: [ On phone ] What the hell are you saying? Okay– What? Slow do– hey.
[ Giannusa sees Liz ]
Giannusa: Hey, you said the diamonds would be at the warehouse.
Liz: No, I didn’t. I said you’d get them back if you went to the warehouse. You didn’t. Now we get to talk in private.
[ Margot appears and takes out the single guard of Giannusa’s not diverted to the warehouse 💥]
Margot: This one says she reads people. Like those, uh, FBI mindhunters who predict behavior. That’s nonsense, right? But I will be damned if she didn’t just predict yours. Now the diamonds are in a locker at the bus depot downtown. You get the locker number and a key on two conditions.
Giannusa: I’m listenin’.
Margot: One, tell us who’s got the WITSEC list. Two, burn this place down.

 
[ Ressler is sitting on a park bench. Liz sits on a bench back to back with Ressler’s ]
Ressler: Did you figure out who’s got the list?
Liz: Ever heard of the hacker Helldritch?
Ressler: Of course. The guy’s hit political candidates, government servers. He’s released thousands of classified documents online. The guy’s a national security nightmare.
Ressler: Where is he?
Liz: I don’t know. Giannusa’s contact with him was digital. As soon as we get a location, we move.
Ressler: So how’s that cover holding up?
Liz: Margot’s on board. Emma… something’s off. Has Aram had any luck with her background?
Ressler: No. It’s like her ID was professionally scrubbed.
Liz: Tell him to keep looking. I’ll do some digging of my own. I wanna figure out who this woman is. Something feels off about her.

 
[ It’s raining ] [ Emma walks through the rain and enters a restaurant ] [ Liz is tracking Emma. She follows her to the restaurant and peers through the window. Emma is seated across from Red❗They are talking ]

 
[ Liz parks her car. Red’s Mercedes pulls up. Liz gets in ]
Liz: She works for you?
Red: I placed Emma Knightly in The Harem so she could keep me posted as to their criminal activities.
Liz: So, what? She could tell you what they were planning to steal so you could steal it first?
Red: Something like that.
Liz: If you already had someone inside, then why add me?
Red: Because Emma went silent.
Liz: You’re telling me she turned. Who is she anyway? Aram says her records have all been scrubbed.
Red: Yes. By MI-6.
Liz: So she’s a British agent?
Red: You can’t think the FBI is the only law enforcement agency I have a relationship with. Elizabeth, none of this changes the fact that the WITSEC list is still in play.
Liz: She knows who I am.
Red: Emma Knightly can be trusted. I wouldn’t have put you in otherwise.
Liz: You wouldn’t have put me in if she had been reporting back to you. So whether or not she can be trusted remains to be seen.
[ Liz gets out of the car, closes door ]

 
Liz: What’s so urgent?
Margot: I found our in.
Liz: To Helldritch? That was fast.
Margot: I do a lot of favors. This, uh, cute little chola I had a fling with who leased server space to Helldritch for a ransomware scam. She’ll know where Helldritch is. Why don’t you bring on your social engineer with you? She’s proving to be quite an asset.

 
[ Emma is driving with Liz in the front seat ]
Emma: [ Inhales sharply, sighs ] When I said the job was hard, I meant working for Reddington. Don’t worry. The others don’t know.
Liz: How long has it been?
Emma: Almost eight years. I was working as an analyst on low level immigration cases when he cut a deal.
Liz: Reddington works for MI-6?
Emma: I don’t know. I left. I went to work for him full-time.
Liz: Why would you ever do that?
Emma: [ Chuckles ] [ Inhales deeply ] I was star-struck. He made me feel like I was the center of his universe. It was exciting and captivating and… it consumed me. My work, my marriage. I had no idea how many lines I was crossing until it was too late.
Liz: It’s never too late.
Emma: Spoken like someone who’s still in the honeymoon phase. Trust me, that ends. You should get out before it does.

 
Ressler: She knows you’re FBI? Keen, we gotta pull you out.
Liz: Margot’s contact says Helldritch is in Hong Kong.
Ressler: We have no jurisdiction there.
Liz: Our only shot at recovering the WITSEC list is to have The Harem steal it, and I’ve got to be there.
Ressler: If Emma rolls on you?
Liz: She won’t.
Ressler: Why? Because Reddington’s got his hooks in her?
Liz: We can’t let The Harem steal the WITSEC list and run with it.
Ressler: She’s with Margot. You said so yourself.
Liz: I know you’re worried about me, and I appreciate it. But I trust her. I’ll make contact from Hong Kong.

 
[ Cellphone closes ]
Dembe: That’s the fourth message I’ve left. Should I send someone?
Red: We’ll know soon enough. Carter! I’d stand, but after all these years, I still get aroused when I close a deal.
Carter Wilson: [ Laughs ] I closed a deal, you didn’t.
Red: What are you talking about?
Wilson: Your Bitcoin transfer never arrived.
Red: Ah. Something’s come up, and my accountant’s unreachable. It’ll soon be remedied. You’ll have your money before close of business.
Wilson: I already have it. I made a deal with someone else.
Red: With whom, may I ask?
Wilson: Baldur Magnusson. You know him?
Red: Mr. Wilson, good day. And happy sailing.
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Dembe: Baldur Magnusson. That’s a coincidence.
Red: I don’t believe in coincidences.

 
[ Liz and The Harem are celebrating their victory ]

♪ time to find my way back ♪
♪ oh ♪
♪ those were the days I always remember ♪
♪ those were the days have come and gone ♪

[ Margot proposes a toast ]
Margot: To stealing from thieves.
[ They all raise their glasses and empty them ]
[ Laughter ]
– Whoo!
[ Glasses clink ] [ Cheering, trilling ]
– Mm. Oh, my God.
[ Laughter ]

♪ I lived it and loved it ♪

– Oh. [ Speaks indistinctly ] Mmm. Mmm.

♪ those were the days… ♪

[ Liz is a bit woozy from the last drink. She leaves for the ladies room ]
Liz: Ooh. [ Exhales slowly ] [ Sighs ]
[ Margot enters, looking for Liz. Margot approaches and tries to kiss Liz ]
Liz: Whoa.
[ Margot tries again ]
Liz: Listen, uh…
Margot: Hey. It’s about loyalty, remember?
Liz: To the group.
Margot: No, to me. You’re either in or you’re out. So what’s it gonna be?
[ Liz considers what to do. She is about to engage in a kiss with Margot when Emma enters ]
Emma: Am I interrupting?
Margot: This doesn’t concern you.
Emma: It doesn’t? [To Liz: ] Run along, little girl.
[ Margot and Emma leave, hand in hand ]

 
[ In Hong Kong ]
Sasha: Helldritch’s home is a fortress. Hong Kong’s premier hotel for the rich and paranoid. Helldritch’s is the only permanent resident, and he was just granted asylum, so he’s ready to celebrate. He’s retrofitted the penthouse with top-of-the-line security measures. Guards at every door, cameras in every room. Everything’s controlled by an RFID transmitter. Radio frequencies emitted by the chip communicate with every system in the suite. This thing is top shelf. It includes a gig of storage, which is where he keeps the WITSEC list. Problem is, the chip’s implanted in his hand.
Jessica: So? Shoot him. Or– Ooh. Cut off his hand.
Margot: No, there’s a micro-processor in the chip tied to his heart rate. If he dies, so does the chip, and everything on it.
[ Sasha produces a hand-sized device ]
Sasha: Artificial heartbeat. The chip needs to be plugged into the device within 20 seconds of being removed from Helldritch’s hand.
Margot: Security is state-of-the-art. Break a window, touch a statue, the whole suite locks down.
Emma: So how do we get inside?
Margot: We’ll have one in the basement. En route. 90 seconds out. One in the van spotting. And you three in the bar. Now, wait for Sasha’s go-ahead, and then…
Jessica: We crash the party. Can’t wait.

 
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Liz: About last night.
Emma: It was nothing.
Liz: You protected me.
Emma: I have a son. A junior at boarding school. He plays soccer. I go to visit him sometimes– or at least I try. I usually just end up sitting in the car, watching him practice. I want to talk to him, but I don’t know what I’d say. About what I have become.
Liz: You act like it’s too late. It isn’t. You could still get out.
Emma: I dream about that, the life I had, wishing I could get it back.
Liz: [ Whispers ] I can help you. The WITSEC list, when we get it back, I can get you on it. Testify against Margot. Start over.

 
[ Static crackles ] [ Margot directs the operation over the phone, observing events on live video ]
Sasha: Ladies, target is on site. It’s go time.
[ Sasha clips wires ]
Sasha: You have officially RSVP’d. [ Indistinct conversations ] Bedroom is down the hall, east side of the suite. Take a left.
Jessica: Making our way to the bedroom, Margot.
Emma: Sasha, clear to breach?
Sasha: Looping footage now. Security’s blind for five minutes.
[ Emma and Jessica remove the weapons they hid in discreet places and ready them ]
Liz: I’ve got eyes on the target.
Margot: Yeah, the girls should have the bedroom ready by now. You are clear for approach.

 
Liz: Congratulations on your citizenship.
Helldritch: Thanks. Hong Kong recognizes talent when they see it.
Liz: I heard you’re a man of many talents.
Helldritch: Oh. Please… elaborate.
Liz: You’re able to find certain people.
Helldritch: I don’t know what you mean.
Liz: I think you do. The WITSEC list. Tony Giannusa and I are friends. Got anywhere we can talk business?
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Margot: Target is on the move.
[ Door opens ] [ A half-dressed man and woman emerge ]
Man: Who are you?
Emma: We were waiting for the loo.
You’ve been ages.
[ Silenced dart gun (💥) ]
[ Woman screams ]
Emma: What are you do–
[ Silenced dart gun (💥) ]
Emma: We only have two… darts.
[ Helldritch and Liz enter ] [ Helldritch sees the two people passed out on the floor ]
Helldritch: What the hell?
[ Liz kicks him ]
Helldritch: Oh, hell no!
[❗⚡❗Fight ❗⚡❗]
Liz: Get something to restrain him!
Sasha: Somebody wanna tell me what the hell’s going on?
Liz: Jessica, find something!
Jessica: I’m looking!
[ Grunting ]
Helldritch: Help! Security!
Jessica: Here, use this belt.
[ Grunting continues ] [ Gasping, grunting ]
[ Emma wraps the belt around Helldritch’s neck ]
[ Liz hits Helldritch again, knocking him out ]
Jessica: Is he still alive?
Sasha: 90 seconds until system reset. I’m locked out after that.
[ Handcuffs click ] [ Clattering ]
[ Liz uses a small knife to excise the chip from Helldritch’s palm ]
Liz: Got it. Hey, we gotta go. You’re good.
Emma: Oh, God.
[ Emma stumbles, gasps ] [ Liz steadied her ]
Liz: Hey, are you okay?
Emma: Ooh. I’ll muddle through. [ Chuckles weakly ] You’ve got blood on your face.
Liz: Uh, go. We’ll be right behind you.
Margot: Where the hell is Emma going? What’s going on? She’s on the move.
[ Alarm blaring ]
Liz: She took the chip.
[ Alarm continues ]
Liz: She’s using our exit strategy. We gotta get out of here.
[ Alarm continues ] [ Beeps ]
[ A guard shoots Jessica 💥💥 ]
Liz: Jessica’s down!
Margot: You know the protocol. Split up. We rendezvous when the heat’s off.
Liz: Screw protocol! Jessica’s dead! Emma’s got the list.
Margot: See you in 72 hours.
Liz: Wait, wait. What about Emma? Margot! Margot!
[ 💥 Gunfire 💥 as two guards enter. They see Helldritch on floor ]
Guard: [ Subtitles ] Call an ambulance! And the cops.
[ One guard leaves. Liz holds her gun to the back of second guard’s head ]
Liz: I’m gonna need your security badge and your phone.

 
[ Ship horn blows ]
Liz: [ On phone ] The whole thing went sideways. Jessica’s dead. The rest of the Harem, I don’t know. They split up. Margot and Sasha are leaving the country under aliases– Eva Taylor and Lily Hum. Aram, can you–
Aram: Tracking them as we speak.
Ressler: Look, what about the list?
Liz: Emma took it. You were right.
Cooper: Elizabeth, you know her.
Liz: Clearly, I don’t.
Cooper: You do. More than any of us. What did she tell you? Think.
Liz: She burned MI-6. Burned Reddington, The Harem. She has nowhere to go. Oh, my God. That’s it.
[ Cellphone beeps ]

 
[ Emma is leaning against a tree watching her son Will play soccer ] [ Red appears alongside her ]
[ Soccer referee’s whistle blows ]
Red: Hello, Emma.
Emma: How did you find me?
[ Whistle blows ]
Red: He looks just like you.
Emma: I’ve missed so much. I don’t want to miss anymore.
Red: I can’t let you sell the list. I can’t let you fund a life on the run by exposing innocent people on that list.
Emma: I don’t think you understand me. I’m done. I know the consequences. I have to stop. I’m out, Raymond.
[ Red gives Emma a brown folding file ]
Red: There’s a cabin in Vermont on Lake Champlain. Remote. Simple. Once you’re settled, you’ll open a bank account. Money will be transferred into it to cover expenses, Will’s education.
Emma: Why are you doing this?
Red: If you wanted out, Emma, you should’ve come to me.
Emma: I didn’t think that was an option.
[ Whistle blows ]
Red: I’m sorry.
Emma: So I’m out. [ Exhales ]
Red: The list.
[ Emma reaches into her pocket, gives Red the device with the chip containing the list ]
[ Red turns and walks toward his car ]
Emma: [ Calls after Red: ] You need to let her go.
[ Emma’s son Will sees Emma and waves. She smiles and waves back ]
[ Red’s car door opens ] [ Car door closes ] [ Engine starts ]

 
[ Liz is sitting in the restaurant where Red and Emma had met earlier. Red joins Liz. Dembe stands a short distance away ]
Liz: Emma’s disappeared.

♪ I am amazed ♪

Liz: You got to her before we could?
Red: Yes. The list. [ He gives Liz the device with the list ]

♪ how many days… ♪

Liz: She betrayed you, so you… killed her just like you killed Mr. Kaplan?
[ Red looks at Dembe ]

♪ …to watch it all unfold ♪

Red: Elizabeth…
Liz: And I’m just supposed to look the other way, right? Just like I looked the other way from all the terrible things you do because they’re for the greater good, just like this list. You wanna kill someone the government’s protecting, but you can’t find them, so you had us… find this list for you.
Red: [ Inhales ] Years ago, a Wisconsin housewife named Maureen Rowan was outside in the wee hours with the family dog, Dodger. It was absolutely frigid. No one in their right mind would’ve been out in that kind of bitter cold, and if not for Dodger’s aging bladder, I imagine Maureen would have been fast asleep. But as fate would have it, her neighbor, Alexei Lagunov… [ Sighs ] …the avtoritet of a Russian bratva, felt given the late hour and windchill, he and his boyeviks could move a body from his basement to the trunk of an associate’s car without being observed. They didn’t count on Dodger’s call to nature. So Maureen had a choice between remaining silent or doing the right thing. She chose to testify. And while she helped to bring Alexei Lagunov to justice, she also forfeited the rest of her life in doing so. She’s on that list.
Liz: Who is she to you?
Red: Maureen Rowan is Kate’s sister– uh, Mr. Kaplan’s sister. I didn’t need to find her. I just needed to… make sure no one else can.
Liz: This doesn’t excuse what you’ve done.
Red: No. No, it doesn’t.

♪ when everyone’s changing ♪
♪ arranging, they’re let down ♪

[ Liz gets up and leaves ]
Dembe: Raymond. I told her because I felt it was important for her to know.
Red: I understand.

♪ this world ♪
♪ is twisting ♪

[ Tires screech ] [ Ressler gets out of his SUV and approaches Margot. A second police car blocks her escape ]
Ressler: Margot Rochet, you’re under arrest for the murder of Craig Gaynier. Come with me. [ She mutters angrily ]

 
Samar: Margot Rochet is in custody, and Sasha Lau was just picked up at SeaTac passport control.
Cooper: Helldritch is facing charges in Hong Kong in connection with Jessica Piha’s death.
Samar: And what about Emma Knightly?
Cooper: Agent Keen recovered the WITSEC list from Reddington. What that means for Emma Knightly, I can’t say.

 
Red: Where is he?
Abe: He’s gone.
Red: How much did he take?
Abe: Oh. He’s gone, Mr. Reddington. Missus said it was a heart attack.
Red: And the money? Where’s the money?
Abe: I don’t know. Nobody knows except Mr. Smoll. He would’ve transferred it to an untraceable account, then arranged for the Bitcoin wire to pay for the ships. If the wire wasn’t made, all that money is still just sitting there in some anonymous account. That could be anywhere in the world.
Red: Thank you, Abe.
⋘⋙
[ Red and Dembe leave ]
Red: Smoll didn’t have a heart attack. Someone killed him. Someone determined to start a war.

 
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