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NBC’s series The Blacklist created by: Jon Bokenkamp


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 5:1 – Smokey Putnam
🔴 Episode 5:2 – Greyson Blaise
🔴 Episode 5:3 – Miss Rebecca Thrall
🔴 Episode 5:4 – The Endling
🔴 Episode 5:5 – Ilyas Surkov
🔴 Episode 5:6 – The Travel Agency
🔴 Episode 5:7 – The Kilgannon Corporation
🔴 Episode 5:8 – Ian Garvey
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🔴 Script: 5:1 Smokey Putnam (№ 30)

Program air date: 9/27/2017 in the US
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Director: Bill Roe
Written by: Jon Bokenkamp, John Eisendrath



⭕ Script 5:1 Smokey Putnam (№ 30)

Brief: Mr Kaplan and Baz appear to be gone (though who ever knows with this series?) Special Agent Julian Gale has been foiled in his attempt to bring down the task force but is likely to be a thorn in Ressler’s side, especially since Ressler accidentally caused the death of national security advisor Laurel Hitchen. Tom has a suitcase full of bones and Liz has test results showing that Red is her father (though – lol – who ever knows with this series?)

[ Ace Frehley’s ♪ “New York Groove” plays ]
[ Outside a small restaurant in New York City, Red is sitting at a table outside a restaurant ] [ A man in a vintage red Corvette convertible pulls up to the Valet Parking and revs his engine ]

♪ many years since I was here

[ Red grabs a ticket from the valet stand unnoticed and approaches the Lead Valet. He shows the ticket to him ]
Red: It’s not here yet?
Lead Valet: Sir?
Red: I had the maitre d’ call for my car about 20 minutes ago. I’m gonna be late, pal.

♪ I was passin’ my time away

[ impatiently, the man in the Corvette honks his horn ]
Lead Valet: [ Over phone ] We got a 0-1-2-0-6.
[ Horn honks ]

♪ to the left and to the right

[ Horn honks ]
Lead Valet: Sir, so sorry. We don’t seem to have this vehicle in the lot. The car’s been picked up.
Red: [ Scoffs ] The hell it has!
Lead Valet: My guy says the car’s not here.
Red: Now, wait a minute. I haven’t picked my car up. I’ve been in your restaurant eating lunch. A lemon-verbena iced tea and salmon salad, – which was overcooked, for what it’s worth.
[ Horn honks ]
Red: And I’m certainly not one of these meatheads who tells you to keep it close. But if my Range Rover is gone–
Lead Valet: Sir, the ticket–
Red: The ticket is collateral for my $100,000 vehicle, and if it’s not– This is a waste of my time. I need to speak to your manager, okay?
[ The Lead Valet goes into the restaurant to get the manager ]
[ Engine revving ]

♪ sayin’ “Where are we?”
stop at 3rd and 43

[ Red walks up to the man in the Corvette ]
Red: I am so sorry. We’re having a little employee situation.
Man in Corvette: I don’t want to hear it, boss. Just do your job and park the car. And, boss? Keep it close.

♪ ooh feels so good tonight

[ Red gets in the Corvette. Engine revs. He takes off, tossing the ticket ]

♪ ooh who cares about tomorrow
so, baby, you’d better believe

[ Red happily speeds up a back street in the red convertible ]

♪ I’m back

[ Tires screech ]

♪ back in the New York groove I’m back ooh, yeah
back in the New York groove

[ Siren wails as a police cruiser begins trailing Red ]

♪ I’m back – back in the New York groove

[ Cellphone rings ]
Red: Elizabeth. How are you today?
Liz: Oh. I’m good. Where are you? I thought we were meeting up.
Red: Just bumped into a few old friends, just catching up.
[ Siren wailing ]
Liz: Are those sirens?
Red: Yes. [ Chuckles ] We’re outside. It’s very noisy here. Perhaps I could call you back.
Liz: Wait. Reddington, are you okay?
Red: Never been better. Hey, why don’t you drop by my new place. You’ll love the pool. I’ll send you the address. Sorry, sweetheart. I need to get off.

♪ so, baby, you better believe

[ Engine revs ]

♪ I’m back – back in the New York groove

[ Another police cruiser takes chase. Tires screech ]

♪ ooh I’m back back in the New York groove
ooh I’m back back in the New York groove

[ Engine revs ]

♪ ooh I’m back back in the New York groove

[ Siren wailing. Red swerves. The two police cars 💥crash💥, one flipping over the other – glass shattering – and doing a couple somersaults before landing rightside up ]

♪ I’m back back in the New York groove
♪ ooh I’m back – back in the New York groove

[ Engine revs ] [ Red tosses his baseball cap to the floor and speeds away ]

♪ I’m back New York groove
New York groove
New York groove I’m back

[ Red is selling the stolen vehicle to an associate ]
Red’s car guy: My God, Raymond. She’s a beauty.
Red: Yes. Yes, she is.
Car guy: How’d she do?
Red: Like Bergita Olofson in her parents’ rumpus room on a Saturday night.

[ At the Terrace Vista Motor Lodge, Red settles up ]
Red: [ Laughs ] This should cover my outstanding debt, along with the rest of the month. And, Dariush, if it’s not too presumptuous, I’d like pay for drinks at tonight’s social hour.
I’m feeling flush.
[ James Brown‘s ♪ “The Boss” playing ]

♪ (one, two, get down)
paid the cost to be the boss
paid the cost to be the boss
I paid the cost to be the boss

♪ look at me,
you know what you see
you see a bad mutha
look at me,
you know what you see
you see a bad mutha

[ Red has settled in at the motel. Poolside, wearing a shirt over swim trunks, he greets his fellow travelers. He high-fives a young boy, nods to a muscle-man, smiles at the lifeguard and a middle-aged woman reading a book and greets a mother with her young daughter with swim goggles who has come to swim. Red grabs a towel and slips his shoes off. He steps into the pool, sits hip deep in the water, and begins tossing quarters to the little girl in swim goggles, who eagerly retrieves them from the bottom as the pool. Red has been here a while and, newly recharged with the cash from his ‘car trick,’ feels no apparent urgency to abandon this newfound free-style ‘vacation’ mode ]

♪ paid the cost to be the boss
paid the cost to be the boss
look at me,
you know what you see
you see a bad mutha

[ Aram and Samar are kissing in the Post Office’s elevator ]
Aram: Hold up. Agent Navabi.
Samar: “Agent Navabi”? I think we’re a little bit beyond “Agent Navabi,” aren’t we?
Aram: Yeah, um, 100%, but, um, we agreed to keep it professional at work.
[ Elevator clanks ]
Samar: It’s not like we broke any laws.
[ Ressler approaches ]
Aram: Oh, my God. I forgot my bike.
Ressler: Your bike. Where is it?
Aram: In the shop. I cracked the hub on the Rolf wheel, so, uh, took a taxi.
Ressler: Well, you’re late. Cooper’s been looking for you.
Samar: What’s going on?

Cooper: The new FBI director got sworn in today. And his first order of business is a Bureau-wide review of all special operations.
Aram: They’re gonna find out that Mr. Reddington’s empire has been decimated.
Samar: What they’ll find is that Reddington gives us more high-level targets than anyone else in the Bureau.
Cooper: I’m not worried about his ability to provide us cases. I’m worried we may have a perception problem.
Aram: What does that mean?
Ressler: “Perception,” sir?
Cooper: There was a DNA test between Reddington and Keen. And it’s only a matter of time before I have to disclose the results of that test.
Ressler: Which were?
Cooper: Raymond Reddington’s her father.

[ At the motel ] [ Muzak playing ] [ Footsteps approach ]
Liz: Reddington?
Red: Elizabeth. You’ve just missed the Ludeman family. I must’ve thrown quarters for that little girl to fetch for over two hours. Soda pop?
Liz: You’re living here.
Red: I make my bed where I lay my head.
Liz: At the Terrace Vista Motor Lodge?
Red: I got to tell you, I’m thinking about making it permanent. Dariush, the owner and I, are somewhat the same size, which has been a Godsend. I think you’d quite like it here. They host a social hour at sunset– music and cocktails. It’s a lovely crowd, really. Eclectic, to say the least.
Liz: I thought you’d be a little bit more proactive, trying to find ways to rebuild, crawl your way back to the top. Where’s Dembe?
Red: Dip your toes in. I swear Dariush keeps the pool at body temperature. You can’t even feel the water.
Liz: [ Chuckles ] I’m glad you’re having a nice time. But Cooper actually sent me to see if you might have a case.
Red: Oh. I didn’t realize you were here on official business.
Liz: Well, you are my father and– Oh, my God, that sentence and all that it means. But, to be honest, knowing who my father is at this point isn’t gonna change who I am or the fact that you’re my CI. And I need a case.
Red: Then I suppose I’ll need my pants.

[ Door bell jingles ]
Red: Good afternoon.
Maurice: Everybody be cool. I know who you are.
Red: I’ve always wanted to hunt for bounty.
Maurice: You’re Raymond Reddington.
Red: And you’re a bail bondsman, which means you’re likely looking for a fugitive. I believe I can help.
Liz: Are you asking for a job?
Red: Yes. Your biggest case. Who is it?
Liz: This isn’t happening.
Maurice: You’re offering to help me find a fugitive? You’re a fugitive.
Red: And as much as it pains me to hunt one of my own, it pains me more to admit I need the cash. So, a name.
Maurice: Smokey Putnum, wanted for embezzling over $2 million from Davis and Fox Entertainment.
Liz: The movie company?
Maurice: No, the carnival.
Red: How fun. Even better. I love a good carnival.
Liz: Um, could you excuse us for just one moment?
Maurice: Sure.
Liz: I’m sorry. What are you doing? We need a Blacklister.
Red: Harold needs a Blacklister. I need to pay the rent, and beggars can’t be choosers.
Liz: We need a name.
Red: And we have one. [ To Maurice: ] Smokey Putnum. Please, do tell.
Maurice: Putnum went dark about two days ago. He’s due in DC for a trial in 36 hours. Now, if he doesn’t show up, I forfeit my $80,000, all-cash bond.
Red: What do skip tracers usually get?
Maurice: About 10%. 20%?
Red: I couldn’t sleep right if I took a penny over 50%. $40,000, and I’ll have Smokey to court on time. Elizabeth, you’ll need to pack a bag. We’re taking a road trip.
Liz: “We”?
Red: Yes, please. I don’t have a car.
Liz: [ Scoffs ] [ Footsteps depart ]
Red: See you in 36.
[ Door bell jingles ]
[ Cellphone rings ]
Red: Tell me you have news.
[ Indistinct announcement over PA ] [ Dembe is at the bank of public storage lockers where Mr Kaplan had kept the suitcase until Tom picked it up after her death ]
Dembe: [ On phone ] I was able to trace the suitcase to a bus station in Columbia Heights. But it’s gone. No witnesses, no surveillance.
Red: Dembe, one of Kaplan’s associates has to have it. We need to find that suitcase before it finds its way to Elizabeth.
Dembe: Yes, sir.
[ Tom is home. He looks in the suitcase at the mangled bones inside ]

[ Country music playing ] [ Red and Liz enter the back entrance of a carnival near Russell Spring, Kentucky ]
Liz: [ On phone ] Yes, sir, I told him the situation. [ Sighs ] No, he doesn’t seem to care.
[ Liz hands the phone to Red ]
Liz: It’s Cooper. He’s been happier.
Red: Hello, Harold.
Cooper: You’re a bounty hunter now?
Red: Have you ever had deep-fried butter?
Cooper: Bringing a fugitive carnival manager back to stand trial for embezzlement?
Red: Clogs more arteries than a car accident during rush hour, and, yet, people out here can’t get enough of it.
Cooper: Keen told you we’re under review. We have a new director. I need Blacklisters.
Red: And you’ll have one soon, after we do a little rebuilding.
Cooper: You expect the FBI to help you rebuild a criminal empire?
Red: Perhaps you’re the one in need of some clarification. The Blacklist has value because it is based on the best possible intelligence – information that was not available yesterday and will be obsolete tomorrow. The criminal underworld is not static, Harold.
It consists of constantly shifting alliances and leadership which can only be discerned by a few key players. I was one of those players, and with your help, I intend to be one again. Because, like deep-fried butter, I am unhealthy and yet irresistible.
[ Cellphones beep ]

[ Aram approaches Cooper ]
Aram: Excuse me, um, sir? I’m wondering if, uh, you decided to tell the new director about Agent Keen and Mr. Reddington’s relationship.
Cooper: Not yet, but as a rule, I like to come down on the side of transparency.
Aram: So you think the Bureau should be kept informed about personal relationships?

[ Cellphones beep, vibrate ]
[ A text on Cooper’s cellphone: “Laurel Hitchin found dead” ]

Ressler: Hey. Just got word from Main Justice. Laurel Hitchin was found dead.
Aram: The National Security Advisor.
Ressler: Medical examiner and Mobile Crime are on scene now.
Cooper: You and Navabi, get there.
Ressler: Sir?
Cooper: We both know Reddington’s behind this. If it points back to him, it points to us. Go. Find out what’s going on.

[ Two carnies are seated on a sofa watching a Mr Magoo cartoon. Red and Liz enter ]

On the tv:
Settle down, boy.

Big Boy: Dog house is closed.
Red: We’re looking for Joe Putnum, or “Smokey,” as they call him.
Other Carny: US Marshals come and gone.
Big Boy: K-eaz-eep y-eaz-our m-eaz-outh sh-eaz-ut.
Other Carny: I w-eaz-ern’t go-eaz-nn-eaz-a s-eaz-ay n-eaz-oth-eaz-in’.
Y-eaz-ou al-eaz-ready s-eaz-aid t-eaz-oo m-eaz-uch.
Red: [ Laughs ] Ah. [ Grunts ] Wh-eaz-at, uh, d-eaz-id y-y-eaz-ou– Ah, the hell with it.
[ Red draws his gun ] The Marshals. What did you tell them? And preferably not in Cant.*
Liz: Cant?
Red: It’s a private language carnies use to keep outsiders from understanding what they’re talking about. I spent two summers operating the Whack-the-Cats at the Emmet County Fair. And to be honest, I had no idea what the hell any of them were saying. But I’m pretty sure this one was telling this one not to cooperate. Bad advice.
Big Boy: We’ll tell you same as we told them. Don’t know where he’s at. Wouldn’t say even if we did.
Red: Why not? Putnum stole from you.
Big Boy: [ Scoffs ] Says Hawkins. She handled the books. Always got first count. Total cake-cutter. Got caught, cut a deal to testify against Putnum. That’s why he skipped. Minute he sets foot in the court, he’s got a snitch waiting to finger him for a crime he didn’t commit.
[ Liz finds a photo of Smokey Putnam (smoking a cigar) and a young woman. Pinned to the bulletin board is another photo of the same couple with a red heart drawn in the white border around the initials “TL” ]
Liz: Who’s TL?
[ No answer. Red presses his gun against the chin of the second carny ]
Red: The lady asked you a question. TL? Who’s TL?
Carny: Tammy Lynn Thompson.
Red: And where might we find Tammy Lynn?

[ Samar and Ressler enter Laurel Hitchin’s home ] [ Police radio chatter ] [ Camera shutters clicking ] [ Indistinct conversations ] [ Hitchin’s body is still there ]
[ Ressler flashes back to having grabbed his badge from Hitchin, her grabbing his arm and him batting her away and causing her to fall ]
Ressler: You think it was an accident?
Investigator: No sign of forced entry.
Ressler: Any prints, signs of a struggle?
Investigator: Well, we’re still dusting. Good news is, turns out she has a surveillance system.
Ressler: And?
Investigator: We just got here. Give me a little time.
Ressler: We’re talking about the National Security Advisor dead in her own home. I want real-time intel on this. When you know, I know.
Samar: [ Looking at Hitchin’s body ] This was no accident.

[ Birds chirping ]
[ Tammy Lynn Thompson’s living room ]
Tammy Lynn Thompson: Didn’t know Smokey had no sister.
Red: I’m sure you didn’t. Smokey still doesn’t know. Loretta spent her last five years trying to find him.
Tammy Lynn: And when’d she die?
Red: Just under a year ago, which is why we must find Mr. Putnum soon. If I can’t conclude the paperwork by week’s end, the entire inheritance will be forfeited to the state. Tammy Lynn, I’ve worked with Jacobson and Orr for 36 years. I have never seen an estate payout this big. We’re talking life-changing money.
[ Liz finds a half-smoked cigar ]
Liz: Putnum smokes Hartswicks. We saw a picture of him at Russell Springs. This one’s still warm.
Red: Oh, dear. [ Stands up ] Where is he? [ Gun cocks ]
Tammy Lynn: What the hell are you doing?
Red: [ Loudly ] Mr. Putnum, you need to come out right now, or we’re gonna make a mess in Tammy Lynn’s living room.
Tammy Lynn: Get out! Get out of my house!
Red: Mr. Putnum? I’m gonna count to three. 1, 2, 3. [ Gunshot 💥 Red shoots into the ceiling ]
Tammy Lynn: What the hell?!
Red: [ Gun cocks ] No? Let’s try again, shall we? [ Gunshot 💥 ]
[ Ceiling rumbling ]
Red: Smokey? [ Chuckles ] Funny. The janitor at my elementary school was called “Smokey.” No idea why. He never smoked a day in his life. But I tell you what– If you don’t come down here right now, they’re gonna be calling you–
[ Ceiling creaks ] [ Suddenly 💥CRASH💥 Smokey falls through the ceiling ]
Smokey: Oh!
[ Rattling ] [ Grunts ]
Red: Now, there’s an entrance.
Smokey: [ Coughs ]

[ Smokey is cuffed and sitting with Red in the back of Liz’s car ]
Smokey: You can’t take me back. They got Hawkins. She cut a deal. That greedy, craven, little coward is gonna testify, and when she does, they’re gonna lock me up.
Liz: Maybe you should’ve thought of that before you stole the money.
Red: Tell me it’s true. The file says you were a gaffer with the Ringling Brothers. I’ve always been fascinated by your line of work.
Liz: His “work”? Running the bumper cars?
Red: Elizabeth, this man was responsible for moving the greatest show on earth from city to city. The Pentagon sent its top people to study his logistical legerdemain to learn how to move troops in and out of battle. Imagine the trains, all the performers, their equipment, the crew, roustabouts, the animal wranglers, veterinarians. An entire city moved at night. Not to mention the lions and tigers and bears, oh, my. What a showman. What a mind.
Smokey: I forgot my insulin at the house. We got to– We– We– We got to turn around.
Liz: We’re not turning around.
Smokey: But my insulin.
Liz: I sincerely doubt you have–
Smokey: What do you want? You want money? You can have the money. It’s yours if you let me go.
Red: How do I know you still have it?
Liz: You’re not seriously considering–
Smokey: It’s in Richmond. 5052 West Graham Road. It’s yours.
Red: Fine. I’ll take it.
Liz: No, no deal!
Smokey: Yes! Thank you.
Red: After I surrender you to the court and collect my bounty. Now, it’s just over 600 miles to DC, so if we push on, we should be there in 10, 12 hours. That said, if time permits, I would love to stop along the Bourbon Trail and try a Honey Ginger Buck.
Liz: I think we might be stopping a little earlier than you’d like.
Red: Must be US Marshals.
Man in car: US Marshals! Pull over!
Smokey: Oh, God. Don’t stop. No, no, you– you can’t pull over.
Liz: They’re US Marshals. If I don’t stop–
Red: If you do stop, they’ll search this car, and while it may be Mr. Putnum they’re after, they’ll be thrilled at their unexpected discovery.
Liz: Let me handle it.
Red: Elizabeth, no.
[ Tires screech ]
Liz: Just let me get rid of ’em.
[ Liz walks up to the vehicle, showing her badge ]
FBI. I’m transporting a fugitive.
[ More vehicles pull up ]
Smokey: What is it?
Red: Trouble. These aren’t Marshals. [ Gets out of car ] Elizabeth!
[ 💥💥💥 Gunfire 💥💥💥 ] [ Man shouting indistinctly ] [ Glass shatters ] [ Red and Liz 💥💥💥 return fire 💥💥💥 ]
Liz: Reddington!
[ Gunfire continues ] [ Tires screech, metal twisting ]
[ Liz takes out a guy about to shoot Red 💥💥 ] [ Groans ]
Red: [ To Liz ] Get in!
[ Car door shuts ] [ Tires screech ] [ 💥💥💥 Gunfire continues 💥💥💥 ] [ Man screams in fury and 💥💥💥 unleashes his automatic rifle 💥💥💥 💥💥💥 at Liz’s car as Red guns it ]
Liz: [ To Smokey ] I got a lot of questions! But first, who the hell were those guys?

Red: They’re skinheads? What the hell do you mean, skinheads? Other than the fact that they happen to have skinheads?
Smokey: They run a massive drug cartel that launders profits through Davis and Fox Entertainment.
Red: The carnival?
Smokey: It’s a cash-heavy business. The profits are Smurfed and worked into the proceeds of each city.
Red: So, your brilliant criminal enterprise was founded on the concept that you steal money from the most ruthless, bass-ackwards groups of racists you could possibly find?
Smokey: You’re dragging me halfway across the country for 40 grand. That’s a business plan?
Liz: [ Coughs ] This car’s shot. I’ll call Cooper.
Red: No.
Liz: What? Why not?
Red: If the Feds take Putnum in, I don’t get my 40 grand.
Liz: Are you kidding me? I’m an FBI agent. He’s in my custody. I’ll make sure you get your money.
Red: If I give him to you, you’re gonna take him to the nearest FBI field office, where he’ll demand an identity hearing or fight extradition. In either case– He’ll miss his court date, and you won’t get your money.
Smokey: Hey. Talk fast. [ Handcuffs rattle ] Your smoking car’s like the Bat-Signal. Those goons’ll find us any minute.
[ Red shoots 💥 in Smokey’s direction ]
Red: Next one goes in your leg.
Smokey: I’m not afraid of you, Bub. Do you even know why you’re turning me in, hmm? To stand trial for embezzling from my employer– not the cartel– from the carnival. The Feds have no clue the cartel’s even involved. Only reason they know anything about the missing money is because of some random IRS audit, but the truth is gonna come out in court, and I’m gonna be killed in jail. So how about you let me go, I stay alive, and when I’m home safe, I’ll write you a check for the 40 grand? Think that’s a lot smarter than whatever you two geniuses have planned.
Red: “Planned”? [ Laughs ] I don’t have the foggiest idea how to get you back. That’s what makes it fun– the surprises. Your carnival people, your skinheads, your mouth that won’t stop running. So buckle up, Smokey, because before this is over, you and I are gonna get to know each other better than either of us would like. And my 40 grand– I’m gonna enjoy earning every damn penny. Uncuff him.

[ Engine humming ] [ On a tour bus, Red is chilling next to an old woman, who is asleep. Smokey and Liz are on the two seats behind them ]
Putnum: I’m– I’m– I’m getting dizzy. I need to get my blood sugar up. I need– I need to get– get some air.
Liz: [ To Red, whispering ] Mind telling me what’s going on?
Red: I don’t know. I feel pretty good.
Liz: Knock it off. Rent money and an adventure? What are you up to?
Red: I feel alive. Zipping off in that car, bullets flying. What a thrill. [ Chuckles ] And the driving. Dembe’s always driving. I should do more driving. I am sorry about your car, however.
Liz: You can pretend to be loving this all you want, but I know the truth. The truth is you’re scared. Scared because you’ve lost everything and you don’t know how to get it back.
[ The lady next to Red wakes up, groggy ]
Red: Good morning.
Old Woman: Hmm. Cincinnati?
Red: No, not yet. I do have a funny joke about Cincinnati, though. A priest, a rabbi, and Pete Rose walk into a casino and–
Smokey: [ Standing up, waving ] Orange juice! I-I-I-I need a glass of orange juice!
Liz: Oh, stop it.
Smokey: Anybody? My- My- My- My- My blood sugar!
Liz: Stop it!
Smokey: I need it, I need it! I’m– I’m gonna be sick!

[ A seedy restaurant in Sparta, Kentucky. Country music playing. Smokey is devouring a piece of pie ]
Red: How is it?
Smokey: Mmm. It’s delicious. I’m sorry I don’t have any money. I would’ve paid.
Red: I’m just happy you’re happy.
Smokey: I tried to tell you I’m a diabetic.
Red: Just eat your pie.
Smokey: Please don’t do this. The cartel, those skinheads, they have people on the inside. You know what will happen to me.
Red: Yes.
Smokey: I’m serious about the money. It’s yours if you– if you–
Red: [ Cellphone rings ] Oh, it’s my boss. Well, that’s a sentence I never expected to say.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Red: Maurice, great news. We have Putnum is custody.
Maurice: Fantastic. Where are you?
Red: Well, there was a slight hiccup in our plans. We’ll be taking the 2:00 PM Cardinal out of Cincinnati. Should arrive with plenty of time before the trial.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
[ The skinheads have been listening in )
[ Cellphone speed-dialing ]
Tad: Just got a location on Putnum. Cincinnati Amtrak, next train to Union Station, DC.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Odin: Tad got a location.

[ Knock on door, door opens ]
Ressler: You wanted to see me?
Cooper: Shut the door. Sit down.
[ Door closes ]
Ressler: Something wrong?
Cooper: You were at Laurel Hitchin’s home the day she passed.
Ressler: Yeah, which I included in my report.
Cooper: I saw that. But I noticed you omitted the fact that there was bad blood between the two of you.
Ressler: Well, I didn’t see how that was relevant.
Cooper: In the weeks before she died, you stormed into Hitchin’s home, shot one of her guards, and accused her of murder. In turn, she had your badge taken away, and now you’re one of the last people to see her alive.
Ressler: And?
Cooper: And you have nothing to say about that? No intel on how she died?
Ressler: I’m sorry, but what exactly are you getting at?
Cooper: I’m asking if it’s a coincidence that the woman you despised ended up dead shortly after you paid her a visit?
Ressler: Well, it sounds like it. Either that or, uh, karma.
Cooper: I see. I had to ask. That’s all, Agent Ressler.
[ Door opens, closes ]
[ Cellphone speed-dialing ] [ Door bangs ]
Henry Prescott: Yes?
Ressler: Hey, it’s me. I think you and I need to talk.

[ A railway station waiting room in Cincinnati. Train whistle blowing ]
Red: Train’s delayed again.
Liz: Again? How long?
Red: Another hour. We’re gonna miss the cut-off. I’m gonna find us a car.
Liz: To steal? No. No, you’re not.
Red: I’m sorry, my dear, were you about to suggest something else?
Liz: Don’t speak to me like I’m a child.
Red: Elizabeth, please keep an eye on our fugitive.

Announcer: [ Over PA ]
Second train to arrive on Track 5. Next is service to San Antonio. All passengers …

Smokey: He’s your dad. That’s why you’re helping him, because he’s your father.
Liz: Drink your coffee.
Smokey: I saw you badging our bus driver. I couldn’t figure it out– A cop with him? Why?
Liz: I’m not helping him. I’m bringing a fugitive to justice.
Smokey: I see. You won’t steal a car, but you’ll take me to prison, where I’m gonna get killed?
Liz: I’m just doing this by the book.
Smokey: Hmm.
[ Cellphone speed-dialing ]
Smokey: I got to use the can.
Liz: No.
Smokey: You think I’m gonna try and run? I’m not stupid. I– I just got to take a leak.
Liz: Okay. I’ll hold it for you.

[ Liz enters the Men’s Room with Smokey ]
[ Door handles rattles ] [ Door bangs ]
[ Reluctantly, Liz gives Smokey a moment of privacy ]
[ Toilet flushes ] [ Water running ]
[ When Liz goes looking for him, Smokey is gone. A man lies on the floor, with Smokey’s shirt over his head. Liz removes it. The man’s face is bright red ]
[ Liz rushes out ] [ Door handle rattles ]

[ Smokey tries to disappear into the crowd but the skinheads grab him ]
[ Engine revs ] [ Tires screech ]
Liz: Hey! FBI!
[ Doors close, tires screech ] [ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Liz finds Red, who has broken into a car ]
Liz: They got him! He’s gone! Putnum’s gone!
Liz: [ On cellphone ] The truck had Texas plates.
Aram: I’m sending you everything I got from the database matching that criteria– 6’1″, tattooed neck, white supremacist with known ties to the Lone Star State.
Liz: He has a “warrior rune” tattoo. That could indicate he did some time – in federal prison.
Aram: Okay, got it. By the way, Mr. Cooper told us about you and Mr. Reddington. Most people are really happy to have a lawyer in the family. You’ve got a master criminal. How cool is that?
[ Red is working with the car’s wiring, grunts ]
Liz: Wait, this is the guy.
Aram: Okay. Odin Neiland. He did five years at FCI Lewisburg for distribution of methamphetamines. Wait, Liz, hang on a second. Okay, this guy has ties to Roman LeMarc. Okay, LeMarc runs a neo-Nazi outfit called the Friedrich Brigade. They are a ruthless, Mafia-style crime syndicate that smuggles drugs through the federal prison system.
Liz: Reach out to FBI headquarters. Have them run their contacts and sources and see if they can’t get a location on this scumbag.
Aram: [ Keyboard clacking ]
Liz: LeMarc had to have his people listening in on us. To the bondsman, maybe? It’s the only way they could have found us. And as for Putnum, if he’s not dead yet, he will be soon.
[ Red gets the engine started, revs ]
Red: Let’s go.
Liz: Go where? What about Putnum?
Red: I doubt he’s dead, and I think I know where to find him. Get in.

[ Ressler gives Prescott the money he owes him in a paper bag ]
Henry Prescott: It’s been a pleasure.
Ressler: You’re not going anywhere, not until you tell me what’s going on. You left Hitchin’s body at the scene. There’s cops crawling all over that place.
Prescott: They’ll discover she slipped and fell and hit her head.
Ressler: You’re supposed to be a fixer! You were supposed to make this go away!
Prescott: Calm down, Mr. Sturgeon.
Ressler: [ Sighs ] Laurel Hitchin was the National Security Advisor. She had enemies, she had lots of them. And because of your brilliant plan, you just triggered a multi-agency investigation into her death!
Prescott: Mr. Sturgeon, I don’t care what kind of scrutiny it draws, because I’m very good at what I do. The evidence is gone, every trace, which means you were never there. So unless you go home and suddenly grow a conscience, this thing is over. You’re welcome. Now, goodbye.

[ Richmond, Virginia (likely at 5052 West Graham Road, the address Smokey told Red his money was at) ] [ The skinheads enter a large room with Smokey. Liz comes up behind the leader Roman LeMarc and holds a gun to his neck ]
[ Guns cock ]
LeMarc: Boys.
[ The gang members lower their guns ]
Red: Mr. Putnum, go find your money. [ To LeMarc ] You, sit.
Red: Mr. LeMarc, I understand you’re upset. You trusted a man to launder your criminal nastiness, and instead, he absconded with it. I’m here to make things right– a proposal. You get your money, and I get the man who took your money.
LeMarc: [ Laughing ] Now, why would I agree to that?
Red: Because I have the guns.
[ Footsteps approach. Smokey returns with a heavy satchel ]
Red: [ To LeMarc ] Take your money and go.
Liz: What? No. No, no, no, no, no.
Red: I don’t want to get involved in your affairs, so if you take your money and leave, you’ll never see me again. And Mr. Putnum will not be telling anyone – the courts or otherwise – about the intricacies of your business operations. I’m his rabbi now. You’re free to go.
Liz: No, you’re not.
Smokey: Whoa, whoa. What the hell’s going on?
Red: Mr. LeMarc was just leaving.
LeMarc: And what if I tell you I’m not leaving here without both him and my money?
Red: I put a bullet in your head and keep your money.
Liz: I said no.
Red: Mr. LeMarc, she won’t shoot you, but trust that I will. On three. 1, 2–
Liz: Don’t touch that money!
Red: [ Chuckles ] Now, that’s a nasty look that takes practice. You must have sisters.
Liz: You walk out that door, I fire.
[ The skinheads walk out of the door, but Liz can’t bring herself to fire )
Liz: [ Frustrated ] Uhh!

[ Liz is driving at night with Smokey in the passenger seat. Red is in the back, nodding off ]
[ Redeye’s ♪ “The Edge Of The World” playing ]

♪ I remember you were a charmer, laughing as though

Smokey: Want to know why I took the money?
Liz: No.
Smokey: It’s in my nature. Back when I traveled with the bigtop, I liked to get a little card game going after rap. You know, stud, hi/lo, Texas Hold ‘Em. My daddy, he was a gambler like his daddy, so, um, I had to be careful. It was four years ago, I-I got into a game with a few of LeMarc’s boys. Lost a lot of money that night. Lot of money. That’s how they got me. LeMarc wanted me to pay off my note, asked me to find a way to launder his money for him, so I– I did it, but I wasn’t never gonna get out from under him. That’s why I was skimming from his cartel. To get out. I should’ve known all those years ago, but just like my daddy, I was a gambler. No way to avoid the family curse. It’s nature vs. nurture. And nature wins every time. Our DNA is what it is.
[ Red has been listening ]

♪ ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

[ Red pulls up to the courthouse in DC, shifts gear and stops ]
Smokey: [ Chuckles nervously ] I’ll– I’ll– I’ll die in there. Don’t do this.
Red: Mr. Putnum, I believe turning you in is the right thing, the legal thing. Do you agree, Elizabeth?
Liz: Yes, it’s the right thing to do.
Smokey: You have 45 minutes before I have to be at the courthouse. C-Can you at least let me call Tammy Lynn and say goodbye?
[ Red hands Smokey Liz’s cell phone and points to where he wants Smokey to make the call from ]
Red: Right there.
[ Smokey gets out, dialing ]

Red: For a moment there, I didn’t think we were gonna make it.
Liz: I never should’ve let LeMarc go.
Red: You weren’t willing to shoot an unarmed man in the back. I think that’s something to admire, not regret.
Liz: LeMarc’s the real bad guy in this. If we had him, Putnum could agree to testify against LeMarc, get leniency, stand a chance. I’m not defending what he did, but he’s only in this situation because–
Red: Because of his father? Perhaps. Or perhaps it’s the dumb luck of a gambler.
Liz: He just wanted to get away from the criminal in his life. Can’t blame him for that.
Red: [ Laughs ]
[ Outside, indistinct conversations. People stream by. Smokey is gone. Red and Liz jump out ]
Red: What the hell? What happened? What’s going on?
Woman: A bomb– They’re saying there’s a bomb in the building.
[ Liz runs through the crowd, sees Smokey going down a concrete staircase ]
Liz: FBI! FBI! Federal agent!
[ Liz catches up to Smokey at the bottom of the stairs and tackles him ]
[ Two policemen come up to Liz ]
Liz: There’s no threat. This genius here called in a 10-89 as a diversion – to avoid a court hearing.
[ Handcuffs click ]
Liz: I need you to escort him. He’s got an appointment with a judge in 40 minutes.
[ Red looks on, makes eye contact with Liz, who sighs. Red smiles slightly ]

[ Cooper’s office ]
Cooper: So that’s it? Reddington takes you on a grand adventure to bring a carnival barker to justice?
Liz: I know it sounds crazy he would do something like this to make ends meet, but Putnum is now in the US Marshals’ custody, and he is at trial as we speak. He did it for the money.
Cooper: I owe you an apology.
Liz: Sir?
Cooper: I’ve decided to disclose your relationship with Reddington.
Liz: It’s the right thing to do. I want to do the right thing.
Cooper: I’m sorry for the personal scrutiny that will likely result from this– the doubts, suspicions of your loyalty, which may rise again. I’m not going to sugarcoat it. This is gonna be a struggle. But I have great confidence in you, confidence you’ll make the right decisions, if you just stay true to yourself.

[ Red and Liz in Red’s “new” car ]
[ ChinChin’s. ♪ “Run Run Run” playing ]
Liz: Got your bail money?
Red: I did. Thank you.
Liz: There’s something you should know. You may be my father, and I am going to help you rebuild your empire, because it will enable us to catch criminals. But I’m not gonna lose sight of who I am in the process.
Red: Please don’t make me return the car. I’ve always secretly wanted a Wagoneer. It smells like Dad’s car. Like peanut shells, gasoline. [ Laughs ] Elizabeth, if it helps to salve the wound, we did bring a fugitive to justice.
Liz: And a neo-Nazi is walking free, and his cartel is thriving. And as for Putnum, the only way he could get leniency is if he returned the money he embezzled, but thanks to us, he can’t do that. And his former partner, Hawkins, is being transported from jail to the courthouse and is going to testify against Putnum, and he will be found guilty, and he will go to prison. And there is no guarantee LeMarc won’t have him killed.

♪ I know you’re scared, but that’s all right Oh.
when you’re living out here in the wild

[ Tires hiss ] [ A Bureau of Prisons transport van pulls up ] [ Red gets out of the car ]

♪ when you’re living out here in the wild

Red: Hey, Morgan. Chuck. You have the package? Any trouble?
Morgan: Close call. We passed the real transport van on the highway.
[ Chuck peels the “Bureau of Prisons” label from the side of the van ]
Red: Make sure the guard gets his money. And thank you, guys. I’m in your debt.

♪ instinct’s the only thing that keeps us alive
take my hand and every step

[ Hawkins, the woman who was going to testify against Smokey, gets out of the van ]
Hawkins: Who are you?
Red: Your Fairy Godmother.
[ Van door closes ]
Red: Your deal with the prosecutor got your sentence reduced to four years. With me, it’s reduced to none. [ Handcuffs rattling ] Care to hear more?
Hawkins: [ Happily ] Yeah.

[ Smokey is at his court appearance ]
Judge: I’ve given the prosecution several continuances. And now your star witness is nowhere to be found–
Lead Prosecutor: Your Honor, if I may, it was contin–
Judge: No, you have no witness. The charges against the defendant are dismissed. Mr.
Putnum, you are free to go.
[ Gavel bangs ] [ Smokey, amazed and happy, hops up and leaves ]

♪ when you’re living out here in the wild

Liz: That’s what this whole thing was about? You had to get Putnum back in order to draw Hawkins out, which could only happen if Putnum showed up to trial. This whole thing was about getting to the accountant.
Red: That’s half of it. I’d be happy to explain, but there is something I need you to do for me first.

[ Aram is in Cooper’s office, seated and nervous ]
Aram: Agent Navabi and I we’re, um – [ hesitates ]
Cooper: Dating?
Aram: Yes. And if, uh, that’s gonna be a problem, you know, with the higher-ups, then, uh, I’d be willing to–
[ Knock on door. Ressler and Samar enter ]
Ressler: Hey. You wanted to see us?
Cooper: Aram, it’s not a problem.
Samar: What’s going on?
Cooper: I heard from the medical examiner. He’s concluded Laurel Hitchin’s death was an accident. Forensics pulled nothing off the surveillance. Evidently, it was as simple as it sounds– slipped and hit her head.
Ressler: So that’s it. Case closed.
Cooper: Case closed.

Red: You may think you want to be off the pool, believe me, up and ba– Smokey! Hawkins: What the hell is he doing here?
Smokey: Nope. No way in hell. No way. Eaz-I t-eaz-old y-eaz-ou i-eaz-f I-eaz e-eaz-ver s-eaz-aw y-eaz-ou–
Hawkins: B-eaz-ack o-eaz-ff, p-eal. I-eaz’m i-eaz-n n-eaz-o m-eaz-ood.
Red: Okay, take a breath. Let’s celebrate. Can a diabetic drink wine? – Dariush.
Hawkins: Who has diabetes?
Smokey: Well, you can’t blame a guy for trying.
Red: Earlier today, you two were both on your way to trial, to prison, and now, thanks to us, you’re both free. Free to greet opportunity knocking at your door.
Hawkins: What?
Smokey: Opportunity?
Red: Imagine owning 2% in a multi-national conglomerate with interests in travel, beverage, technology, cyber, defense, revolution, with gross profits that would be the envy of most companies in the Fortune 500.
Smokey: Which– Which– Which conglomerate is that?
Red: Mine.
Hawkins: You live in a motel.
Smokey: And LeMarc is still out there.
Red: I have every confidence that the FBI is in the process of finding whatever rock LeMarc and his men are hiding under.
Smokey: Well, We We– We– We– We don’t know anything about your line of work.
Red: Hawkins here knows money laundering like the Pope knows the Bible. And you, Smokey– You know everything there is to know about logistics and tactics. It wasn’t your fault the greatest show on earth went out of business. That says more about lack of vision than anything else. And sure, you’re down on your luck and you made some poor choices that put a wedge between you, but I removed that wedge today. And if you’re as smart as I know you two are, you’ll agree to this proposal. And together, we’ll take a wild ride.
[ Paul Stone’s ♪ “Don’t You Forget About Me” playing ]
Red: Yes? More wine! Help yourself to the pretzels and the cheeses. We’re all family here. [ Chuckles ]

♪ won’t you come see about me

Liz: I was wrong. You’re not at all scared of the future.
Red: Oh, my gosh.

♪ giving me everything, inside and out
don’t you forget about me

Liz: You’re actually loving this.
[ Red laughs, takes Liz’s drink and puts it down. They dance to the swing music ]

♪ don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t don’t you forget about me
as you walk on by…

[ Red twirls Liz around. She beams. He laughs ]

♪ …will you call my name?

[ Ressler gets into his car. Henry Prescott gets in on the other side ]
Ressler: What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here.
Henry Prescott: I was careful not to be followed.
Ressler: [ Sighs ] The official report came back. ME ruled the death an accident.
Henry Prescott: Which is why I’m here. Yeah, I couldn’t help but wonder how Reddington’s security man, Mr. Sturgeon, knew details only the police should know. So I did a little police work myself. I ran your prints. Turns out you’re not Mr. Sturgeon after all, but rather Special Agent Donald Ressler with the FBI.
Ressler: What do you want?
Henry Prescott: I want you to know you’re gonna be doing me some favors in the very near future.
Ressler: Did you forget that you got rid of the evidence that I was even at that crime scene?
Henry Prescott: I didn’t get rid of it, Agent Ressler. I hid it. Do what I ask, when I ask, and it’ll stay hidden. We’ll be in touch.
[ Car door opens ]

♪ lala, la-la, lala, la-la la, la, la la, la, la-la-la

[ Laughter ] [ Speaking indistinctly ]
Liz: That was Cooper. He’s got a beat on LeMarc and his crew, and they should be in custody within the hour.
Red: So you get your bad guys, and I get mine.
[ Door opens ]
Liz: Dembe. Where have you been? Do you want a drink?
Dembe: Yes. Thank you, Elizabeth.
[ Liz leaves ]
Red: How’d you do?
Dembe: I couldn’t find it.
Red: Dembe, that suitcase We need to find that suitcase.

[ Hinges creak ] [ Keys rattle ] [ Lock clicks ]
[ Liz enters her apartment, senses someone’s presence and spins around, pointing her gun ]
Tom: Hey. Don’t shoot.
Liz: [ Gasps ] You’re back! [ Laughs ] Oh!
[ Liz runs to Tom, leaps into a hug ]
Tom: [ Grunts as he catches her ]
Liz: How you doing? Are you really here?
Tom: I really am. God, I missed you. I have some news.
Liz: You’ve got news? I’ve got news. It’s about Reddington.
Tom: What about him?
Liz: He’s my father.
Tom: He’s your father?
Liz: I know, it’s crazy. Uh, but it explains so much. I mean, of course, I’m confused about why he took so long to tell me and how I feel about everything, but–
[ Tom discretely slides the suitcase out of Liz’s sight ]
Liz: Wait a minute. You’re here. [ Laughs ] So, do you have something to tell me?
Tom: I – wanted to tell you that I love you, Liz, and that I’m never gonna leave you, ever again.
[ As they embrace, a surrealistic scene of horror flashes in glimpses as loud music pounds ~ a preview, a premonition, a vision? ~ In it, Red breaks through a door 💥💥💥 Gunfire 💥💥💥 A pink doll lies on the floor; a shell casing clinks next to it. Tom lies on the floor, his face white but battered and slashed. He holds his bloody hand up to stop the assault. Red points his gun and blasts 💥💥 Tom’s blue eyes stare ]
Liz: [ Smiling happily ] You better not leave. I’ll kill you.

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Episode Songs


♫ New York Groove
By Ace Frehley

♪ Many years since I was here
On the street I was passin’ my time away
To the left and to the right, buildings towering to the sky
It’s outta sight in the dead of night

♪ (Ooh) Here I am, and in this city
(Ooh) With a fistful of dollars
And baby, you’d better believe

♪ I’m back, back in the New York Groove (3X)
Back in the New York Groove, in the New York Groove

♪ In the back of my Cadillac
A wicked lady, sittin’ by my side, sayin’ “Where are we?”
Stop at Third and Forty-three, exit to the night
It’s gonna be ecstacy, this place was meant for me

♪ (Ooh) I feel so good tonight
(Ooh) Who cares about tomorrow
So baby, you’d better believe

♪ I’m back, back in the New York Groove (3X)
Back in the New York Groove, in the New York Groove

♪ I’m back, back in the New York Groove (10X)

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2xAACK1
YouTube: https://youtu.be/LKdHy18rZcI


♫ The Boss
By James Brown

(1-2-get down)
♪ Paid the cost to be the boss
Paid the cost to be the boss
Paid the cost to be the boss

♪ Look at me
you know what you see,
you see a bad mutha
Look at me
you know what you see,
you see a bad mutha

♪ Paid the cost to be the boss
Paid the cost to be the boss
heh! told you so!
told you so!

♪ Havin fun, fooling around
Havin fun, got money to boot

♪ Cause I paid the cost to be the boss
Paid the cost to be the boss
Paid the cost to be the boss
Caught, tracked
turned my back uhh!

♪ Paid the cost to be the boss
Im a bad mutha
Im a bad mutha

♪ Head for the turn around
Head for the turn around
told you so!
Paid the cost to be the boss…

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2fVqEJo
YouTube: https://youtu.be/jC2ZY2loo74


♫ Edge Of The World
By Redeye

(lyrics unavailable as of 9/30/2017)

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/^
YouTube: https://youtu.be/jdUdigpPkVs


♫ Run Run Run
By ChinChin

(unavailable as of 9/29/2017)

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/^
YouTube: https://youtu.be/^


♫ Don’t You Forget About Me
By Simple Minds [ sung by Paul Stone ]

♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey
Ooh woh

♪ Won’t you come see about me?
I’ll be alone, dancing you know it baby

♪ Tell me your troubles and doubts
Giving me everything inside and out and
Love’s strange so real in the dark
Think of the tender things that we were working on

♪ Slow change may pull us apart
When the light gets into your heart, baby

♪ Don’t you, forget about me
Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t
Don’t you, forget about me

♪ Will you stand above me?
Look my way, never love me
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down

♪ Will you recognize me?
Call my name or walk on by
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down, down

♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey
Ooh woh

♪ Don’t you try and pretend
It’s my feeling we’ll win in the end
I won’t harm you or touch your defenses
Vanity and security

♪ Don’t you forget about me
I’ll be alone, dancing you know it baby
Going to take you apart
I’ll put us back together at heart, baby

♪ Don’t you, forget about me
Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t
Don’t you, forget about me

♪ As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
When you walk away

♪ Or will you walk away?
Will you walk on by?
Come on, call my name
Will you call my name?

♪ I say
(Lala la la lala la la)
Will you call my name?
As you walk on by

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2ywSQJq
YouTube: https://youtu.be/NJC4wJOWFQY

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🔴 Script: 5:2 Greyson Blaise (№ 37)

Program air date: 10/4/2017 in the US
Full Script Permalink: http://wp.me/pDKwi-5LM
Entertainment Weekly Recap: http://bit.ly/2yJcHF9

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Director: Don Thorin
Written by: Lukas Reiter, Jon Bokenkamp



⭕ Script 5:2 Greyson Blaise (№ 37)

Brief: Red has been having a blast, relaxing poolside, collecting colorful new associates and pursuing the occasional criminal to keep Cooper happy. He and Liz are hitting it off as a father/daughter act. Aram and Samar are now a couple. Ressler is in debt to fixer Henry Prescott for helping him hide his involvement in Laurel Hitchin’s death. Tom has returned from his adventures and holds the key to Red and Liz’s future relationship – a suitcase full of bones, left to him at the suicide of Mr Kaplan – a suitcase Red is desperate to recover.

[ New York City ]
[ Sophie Tukker’s ♪ “Awoo” plays ]

♪ I know I did not raise a wrist
I know I did not capture it
It came, it went
It conquered quick
I was there and then I quit

♪ Awoo

♪ I know I did not raise a wrist
I know I did not capture it
It came, it went
It conquered quick
I was there and then I quit

♪ Awoo

[ A masked man dressed in black enters a room containing an museum collection. At the center is a glass display case housing a brilliant diamond necklace. He cuts through the case with a laser torch and removes the necklace, slipping it into a woman’s clutch. He leaves, shedding his black jacket, gloves and mask ]

♪ I know I did not raise a wrist
I know I did not capture it
It came, it went
It conquered quick
I was there and then I quit

♪ Awoo

[ A woman, Phoebe, addresses a group of finely dressed socialites ]
Phoebe: Truly a labor of love, to be able to bring this magnificent collection to our city.
[ Greyson Blaise enters ]
Anna Cartwright: Where have you been? They’re about to start.
Greyson Blaise: Well, you left your clutch in the car there.
Phoebe: Mr. Greyson Blaise.

♪ I know I did not raise a wrist

Greyson: Thank you, Phoebe. You are truly a patron of the arts. Speaking of patrons of the arts – Napoleon. His first wife was unable to bear him a child, so he dumped the Empress of France for the Archduchess of Austria. He got a child, and she got a magnificent gold and silver necklace consisting of 234 diamonds, and what is widely considered to be the most spectacular jewelry piece of the age. It’s here, and on loan from the Smithsonian. Ladies and gentlemen, it is with great pleasure that I give to you the Napoleon Diamond Necklace.

I know I did not raise a wrist
I know I did not capture it
It came It came

[ The door of the room to the art display is opened, revealing that the necklace is gone ]
Guard: [ Into Walkie-Talkie ] Lock everything down. The necklace has been stolen.

♪ I was there and then I quit

[ CHATTER ] [ Anna looks into her clutch. The necklace is there ]
Anna: You’ve been a naughty boy.
Greyson: You said you had to have it.

♪ Awoo

[ Small Forward’s ♪ “Afternoon Take-Off” plays ]
[ Liz and Tom’s apartment. They are kissing passionately and tearing at each other’s clothing ]

♪ Elevators in your eyes

Liz: I can’t believe you’re back. I have so many questions for you, like where you’ve been.
Tom: I’ll tell you later.

♪ And you look me down
Now I run the risk

[ They fall to the floor ]
Liz: But it’s done? You’re back?
Tom: Yeah. I’m never gonna leave you again.

♪ You told me that you’re anxious
You seem to let it go

[ They head toward the couch ]
Tom: Ow, my foot.
Liz: Oh. [ SQUEALS ] So sorry. Oh, I’m out of practice.
Tom: It’s okay. Come here.
Liz: Oh, my God!
Tom: [ CHUCKLES ] When did she get so big? Was I really gone that long?
Liz: [ SIGHS ] Oh, it happens fast.
Tom: You know what we need?
Liz: To have sex?
Tom: We need to get married. We never got married.
Liz: Yeah. Great. [ CHUCKLES ] First, let’s have sex.
Tom: Okay.
Liz: Mm.

Liz: I’m so sorry I’m late. Um, last night was crazy.
Cooper: No time, Keen. No more excuses from anybody. I gotta answer to the DOJ and Panabaker and a new FBI Director who likes results. And Reddington’s acting like it’s summer vacation.
Liz: Well, I don’t wanna make excuses for Reddington, but–
Cooper: Then don’t–
Liz: –if his contacts are compromised like he says they are
Cooper: I don’t buy that for one minute. The man knows people. Criminals. He’s plugged in to an entire ecosystem of deviants. I have a hard time believing he’s suddenly so compromised he can’t be of help to us. No, he’s playing grab-ass by the pool between naps and happy hour.
Liz: Where are you going?
Cooper: We are going to find Reddington. I’ve had a teenage son, and the best way to handle a man with no aim in his life is to confront him directly.

[ At the Terrace Vista Motor Lodge where Red is staying, by the pool ]
Red: Myron, I’m in your debt.
Myron: Lotta good that’ll do me if the boys find out I was here.
Red: Your associates are buzzards. But you, my friend, will always be welcome at my table.
[ Red hands Dembe a post-it ]
Red:This man gets us to a man named Dennison, and Dennison gets us to the suitcase.
[ Liz enters with Cooper ]
Dembe: Elizabeth. Mr. Cooper.
Red: Harold, Elizabeth, please sit. Have a siu mai.
Cooper: Is there somewhere we can talk privately?
Red: Greyson Blaise.
Cooper: Your room, an office?
Red: You want a Blacklister, I’m giving you one. Or are you here to play ColorKu? An absolutely infuriating game. Although, I do love the way it looks.
Liz: Greyson Blaise? Isn’t he the one who circumnavigated the globe in a hot-air balloon?
Red: And raced at Le Mans and trekked across the Sahara and stole Van Gogh’s “Poppy Flowers” from a museum in Cairo.
Liz: He’s an art thief.
Red: A thrill-seeker. A Van Gogh in Cairo. A Picasso in Rio. And last night in New York, a necklace – The Napoleon necklace. Blaise is a rising star, and he’s using dark money in politics to spread his influence, buying loyalty for the inevitable day when the next thrill ride he chooses to go on is to run for something. King, perhaps.
Cooper: So how do we get to him?
Red: There’s an auction in Zagreb 36 hours from now. I’m told Blaise will be there.
Cooper: Taking down someone with Blaise’s profile is exactly what we need right now.
Red: Yes. Unfortunately for you, Harold, I’m not telling you about Blaise so you can take him down.
Cooper: What?
Red: I’m telling you about him so you can help me go into business with him.
Cooper: And why would I help you do that?
Red: Because you need a powerful CI, someone people fear. And if my world learns I’m aligned with Blaise, people will be terrified.
Liz: Blaise isn’t gonna align with you if he knows you’re broke.
Red: Which is why we must convince him that I’m not.
Cooper: Fine. But you’re not going to that auction alone. Keen, Ressler, and Navabi are going with you, and I don’t want any arguments.
Red: Who’s arguing? I need a ride, you’ve got a jet.

[ DOOR BEEPS ] [ Miles Cho unlocks, then enters his restaurant. Dembe sits up ]
Cho: What the? We’re closed today. How did you get in here?
Dembe: We need to talk.

Cooper: Okay, give me the rundown. What do we know about this auction?
Aram: Uh, not much, and according to Mr. Reddington, that is the appeal. Apparently, it’s an upscale affair run by Juric and Bauer, the boutique auction house which is hosting the event in Zagreb.
Ressler: According to their website, their auction features rare and exotic coins, stamps, decorative arts. You know the international one-percenters are gonna be crawling all over the place.
Liz: Which means high security.
Aram: Fortunately, the company uses a computer system to log guests. I was able to locate their servers and add a new profile.
[ KEYBOARD CLACKING ] [ A picture of Samar pops up ]
Samar: Lovely. Who am I going to be this time?
Aram: Yasmin Shahidi, the only daughter of an Iranian textile manufacturer who made a fortune selling private estates in Beverly Hills.
Liz: What about Reddington? With all that security, it’ll be too risky to bring him in the front.
Cooper: Once you’re inside, you’re gonna have to find an alternate entry.
[ At the auction site ]
Samar: South stairwell. 30 seconds.
[ Samar subdues the man and zaps him ]
Man: [ GRUNTS ]
[ Samar lets the others in ]
Liz: Nice work.
Ressler: All right. Look, don’t touch. Or bid.
Red: I know the rules, Donald.
Ressler: Well, humor us and try to follow them.

[ At the auction in Zagreb, Croatia ] [ CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING ]
Red: This is fun. Out and about, a glass of bubbles
Liz: Just try to keep a low profile. The last thing we need is someone to recognize you.
Red: Truth be told, being stuck stateside has left me feeling somewhat smothered as of late. Oh, my goodness. Look at those Guan vases. And that flatware. Did you know Nancy Reagan – She could dress a table specifically for that night’s guest at a moment’s notice.
Russian Silver for a tea with Gorbachev, Italian silver stag-head stirrup cups for a last-minute supper with Sinatra. Can you imagine?
Liz: Sinatra? I can’t imagine.
Red: Let’s find a paddle card and a catalogue. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy dickering over an heirloom now and then.

[ Nik Korpal, an ER MD who was once engaged to Liz, enters a parking garage ]
Nik Korpal: [ On phone ] I just finished my shift. I’ll be home in 31 minutes. Yep, I use Waze to find my way home. Don’t let the scrubs fool you. You’re engaged to a moron. I’ll be home soon.
[ Tom approaches ]
Nik: Whatever it is, the answer is no.
Tom: Two minutes. Okay, less. Please.

Auctioneer: We move on, then, to lot 348. Might I remind you that this rare collection…
Liz: [ Whispers To Red ] I don’t see him. Do you?
Auctioneer: Includes the finest known bronze cent from each mint, including the unique 1943-D bronze penny, which PCGS has certified at 68 out of 70. Shall we open the bidding, then, at $1.8 million?
Liz: Did you hear me? He isn’t here.
Auctioneer: $1. 8 million now. $1.8 million.
[ Red flips his paddle to bid ]
Liz: What are you doing?
Red: I can’t resist.
Liz: Are you insane?
Red: Elizabeth, we’re at an auction. I have to bid on something.
[ Red flips his paddle again ]
Liz: You don’t have any money.
Red: Harold does, and it’s important for me to keep up appearances. I can’t go around looking like a party pooper.
Auctioneer: $2.4 million.
Red: Anything under 3 for the bronze Lincoln penny is highway robbery. It’s a steal.
Liz: Knock it off.
[ Liz takes the paddle from Red ]
Auctioneer: All through? At $2.4 million?
Man: 3.
Auctioneer: $3 million. Gentleman’s bid now of $3 million. Sold to you, sir at $3 million, paddle 143.
[ Greyson Blaise looks back at Red, acknowledges him ]
Red: Well, at least we got his attention.

Nik: Reddington’s her father? I can’t say I’m surprised. I’m sad for her. That sucks, but what does this have to do with me?
Tom: Nothing. That mystery has been solved. But this one hasn’t.
[ Opens suitcase with bones ]
Nik: Who is that?
Tom: I don’t know. That’s why I’m here.
Nik: I can’t help you.
Tom: Whoever is in here, this is the dying wish of a good woman, all right? Mr. Kaplan died so that Liz could find this skeleton and identify the remains.
Nik: Liz is an FBI agent. Why can’t she have the Bureau ID them?
Tom: Because she doesn’t know about them yet.
Nik: Your two minutes are up.
Tom: If I tell her now, she will tell Reddington. If he finds out before we ID the remains–
Nik: We?
Tom: –He will find a way to make sure she never learns the truth.
Nik: There is no “we.” The last time I helped you guys keep a secret from Reddington, he almost killed me.
Tom: I get it.
Nik: Kaplan didn’t leave instructions?
Tom: No, just a number to call when I picked up the suitcase.
Nik: She has a confederate. Maybe he has the answers you need.
Tom: I was really hoping to get them from you.
Nik: I really should go.

Auctioneer: Ladies and gentlemen, we come now to our next item up for bid, a lovely work of craftsmanship …
[ Greyson Blaise approaches Red ]
Greyson: Raymond Reddington. I didn’t know you were a collector.
Red: Yes! But $3 million for a book of coins is a bit rich even for my blood.
Greyson: [ To Liz ] I’m sorry. I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure. Greyson Blaise.
Liz: Colleen Williams.
Anna: Anna Cartwright.
Greyson: I’m surprised to see you here, Raymond. I heard you were, uh, struggling.
Red: If you’re struggling, you’re alive.
Greyson: They say that your associate, the woman– She, uh, she tried to destroy you.
Red: Anna, those are lovely earrings.
Anna: Mm, they were a gift from Greyson.
Red: Cheers!
[ Red and Greyson walk off together ]
Liz: Wow. Those are just exquisite. Uh, may I?
Anna: Yeah.
[ Liz touches one of Anna’s earrings, attaching a tiny tracking device ]

Red: Rumor has it you may be in the mood to unload a certain waterway in the Aegean Sea.
Greyson: Oh, I suspect you know surprisingly little about my business dealings.
Red: Perhaps, or perhaps there’s a leak in the boat, Greyson– One we’d need to plug before hopping into the canoe together.
Greyson: I don’t think I should be seen with you here.
Red: Yet you understand that running an enterprise such as mine requires a network of trade routes which could prove quite profitable to a man with your resources.
Greyson: Go on.

[ Frank Shelley & Adam Saunders ♪ “Taking a Gamble” plays ]
Miles Cho: I- I don’t know where Dennison is, honestly. I’d tell you if I did.

♪ I’m taking my chances
With all the odds in my favor

Dembe: Do you like carrots?
Cho: Yeah, sure. Why?
Dembe: Good.
Cho: Are you making us a meal?

♪ If I could fix that fortune wheel
I wouldn’t have to think twice
Don’t wanna risk that sort of deal
If I’m in control when I roll the dice

♪ I’m placing my bets
I’m playing my aces
Laying my cards on the table
What more can I do?
I’m taking a gamble on you

(Spoken:) Take it!

Dembe: We should give thanks. All praise is due to Allah, who gave us food and drink, and whose wisdom may guide us toward a resolution of our conflict that doesn’t involve hospitalization.
Cho: This is how you’re gonna get me to tell you where to find Dennison?
Dembe: I believe one gets more flies with honey than vinegar. I have also studied the Behavioral Change Stairway Model developed by the FBI’s hostage-negotiation unit. If the goal is to get one to tell something they don’t want to tell, empathy and rapport are vital.

♪ With all the odds in my favor
I’m shootin’ for the moon
And takin’ a gamble on you

Cho: This tastes amazing.

♪ I’m shootin’ for the moon

Dembe: Red or white?
Cho: Red, please.
[ Dembe pours, red wine for Miles Cho, cranberry juice for himself ]

♪ And takin’ a gamble on you
It’s a gamble on you
Takin’ a gamble on you

Dembe: [ Toasts ] To finding Mr. Dennison.

Red: What am I thinking? This is neither the time nor the place to talk business. Let’s go somewhere, have a drink.
Greyson: I don’t think so. It’s getting late.
Red: A nightcap – Amaro, perhaps?
Greyson: Anna? I have an early morning.
Red: Well, if you change your mind or care to see the Rembrandt, give me a call.
Greyson: Wait. The Rembrandt?
Red: “Storm on the Sea of Galilee.”
Greyson: That painting’s been missing for nearly 30 years.
Red: [ Chuckles ] Missing? The thing’s hanging on the wall of my house on Lake Como. Oh, my gosh. That’s it. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it earlier. We’re having a get-together at the house Saturday. You should come.
Greyson: You have a house on Lake Como? That’s not far from me. Why didn’t I know that?
Red: It’s a fairly recent acquisition, papered, of course to ensure my privacy. I’m throwing a birthday party for a friend. Drinks in the garden. We can talk a little shop, and you can experience “Sea of Galilee” in the flesh.
Greyson: I’m busy Saturday. Mm. But if my plans change, I might try and swing by – for the Rembrandt. [ Chuckles ] Cheers, Raymond.
Liz: I thought you were broke. I didn’t know you had a house – on Lake Como.
Red: I don’t.
Liz: Then why did you tell him you’re throwing a party there?
Red: It was the first thing that came to mind. I hope Harold’s still in the office. Can you call him?
Liz: And say what?
Red: That we need his checkbook. We’re throwing a party.

[ Conference call between Cooper in DC and team in Zagreb ]
Cooper: You want the FBI to throw you a party? Why on God’s green earth would I agree to that?
Red: Because I told Greyson Blaise I was throwing a party. I-I’m sorry, I’m just so confused, Harold. Do you not like parties?
Cooper: I’m trying to figure out why you promised Blaise he could see a painting you don’t own at a party you’re not throwing at a home on Lake Como which you don’t have.
Red: I had to say something.
Ressler: And what if Blaise doesn’t show?
Red: The man is an art collector who has an opportunity to see a magnificent painting that’s been missing for 27 years. He’ll show.
Ressler: The FBI isn’t exactly in the business of, uh, throwing criminals parties.
Red: Let me worry about the house and the party. I only need your assistance acquiring the painting.
Samar: “The Sea of Galilee” was stolen in 1990. No one has seen it since.
Red: Amalia Hammett sees it every day. It’s sitting on an easel in the living room of her apartment in Paris.
Liz: How do you know that?
Red: I brokered the sale.
Cooper: And you want us to steal it back.
Red: The woman is in possession of a stolen work of art. The FBI can’t seize it in Europe, and while you could request a joint operation with the French, I’m not sure they’ll let you lend it to my estate on Lake Como. So yes, you should steal it.

[ Ressler is in a surveillance van viewing a live feed of the street outside Amalia Hammett’s flat in Paris, France. Samar is on the street ]
Ressler: Hey, Navabi, you got eyes?
Samar: Not yet. Any minute. Aram says her calendar indicates that she and Marius have a manicure every Thursday at 11:00.
Ressler: He sounds like a real heartthrob. Who is this guy, her boyfriend?
Samar: More like her bitch.
Samar: I’m on the move.
Ressler: You gotta be kidding me.
[ Samar enters the apartment building ]
Speaking of loyal companions, uh, how are things with you and Aram?
Samar: Lovely. Thank you for asking.
Ressler: You and I got a problem.
Samar: I’m touched. You’re jealous.
Ressler: Not quite. The old lady’s coming back with her hamster.
[ Samar finds the living room with the easel – but a different painting ]
Samar: The painting– It’s not where Reddington said it would be.
Ressler: What are you talking about?
Samar: “The Sea of Galilee” It’s not here. It’s gone.
Ressler: Well, Hammett’s on her way up.
[ Ressler exits the van ]

Ressler: Oh, I’m so sorry. Do you speak English? I just need some directions.
Amalia Hammett: I’m sorry, young man. I’m very late.
[ She pushes past him ]
Ressler: All right, Navabi. You gotta go. She’s on her way up now.

[ Samar is still there when Amalia Hammett enters her apartment ]
Samar: The Rembrandt– Where is it?
Amalia Hammett: Excuse me! What are you doing in my flat? I have no earthly idea what you’re talking about. Out! Get out! I’m calling the police.
[ Samar takes her phone ]
Samar: You’re not calling anyone.
[ Ressler steps up behind Samar ]

[ Lake Como, Italy ] [ BIRDS CHIRPING ] [ Red and Liz get out of a taxi at a large estate ]
Liz: It’s amazing. How’d you convince the owner to let you use it?
Red: I haven’t, but I will. Sometimes being notorious has its perks.

Red: I know I’ve thrown a lot at you, so please, take time to discuss.
Analia Beneventi: So, you want to take our house.
Red: Ah, not take. Borrow.
Analia: Ah.

Italian (with subtitles)
Analia Beneventi: He wants to have a party.
Paulo Beneventi: I understand, but you do know who he is. The cowboy– The American–
Analia: He’s a criminal. Not a cowboy, and I don’t see what other choice we have.

Red: We’ll let you two talk.
[ Red and Liz step aside ]
Liz: Maybe you could just rent a different house.
Red: One doesn’t simply rent the kind of estate I would have on Lake Como. Besides, I told Blaise we had a garden. They’ll come around.
Analia: [ Loudly ] No.
Red: What?
Analia: My husband, Paolo – He says no.
Red: Analia, who plays the piano?
Analia: Paolo.
Red: I see. Please tell Paolo he’s hosting a party tomorrow afternoon. He can either drink champagne and tickle the ivories or spend the rest of the night locked in the wine cellar.
Analia: [ Italian (no subtitles) ]
Paulo: Hmm
Analia: [ Smiles; To Red ] What kind of music would you like?
Paulo: Hmm. [ Smiles nervously ]
Red: [ Laughs ]

Ressler: We know that you bought “The Sea of Galilee” – That Reddington brokered the sale. Now, you either tell us where it is right now, Or I sw–
Amalia Hammett: Or what?! Who are you anyway? You’re not French Police. You have no right to come into my home.
Samar: You’re right, we have no right to be here, which should tell you that we’re very serious people with a serious need for the information that we are requesting. And since we’re willing to break into your house, [ Draws her gun ] there’s no telling what we’d be willing to do to you or Marius.
Amalia: How did you know my dog’s name?
Samar: Where is the painting?

Red: What do you mean she sold it?
Ressler: It’s gone, out of the country.
Red: That back-stabbing old bird. She promised that if she ever decided to let that painting go, she’d allow me to broker the sale. Donald, we need that painting.
Ressler: It’s not here and we can’t get it, so I hope you have a plan B.

Dale Pettigrew: I’m out of the game!
Red: Dale, hear me out. I’ll double your highest fee.
Dale: Raymond, I like you, I do. But this isn’t about the money. The thrill is gone.
Red: Right. You know what, never mind. It would’ve been impossible.
Dale: What’s impossible?
Red: No, I get it. I’ll go.
Dale: What are you trying to duplicate?
Red: “Galilee.”
Dale: Impossible! Nobody can recreate Rembrandt. You’d have to be a fool to try!
Red: Uh, forget I asked. It was a mistake. You’re on to other things.
Dale: How long until you need it?
Red: 24 hours.
Dale: You’ll have it in 20.

[ Georges Bizet’s “Carmen: L’Amour Est Un Oiseau Rebelle” from “Carmen” (Maria Callas) Plays ]
Red: [ On phone ] Christoforo. [ CHUCKLES ] Hello, old friend! Yes, a party [ LAUGHING ] Yes, yes. Why would I not invite you?

L’amour! L’amour!

Red: No, no no. Where are you? Yes, a party. Yes, yes!

L’amour! L’amour!

Red: No, no no! No, no, bring Basillo and his wife. No, no no. Yes, and the sister, too.

L’amour! L’amour!

Red: Yes. Grazie mille.

[ Red descends a marble staircase at the “borrowed” mansion ]
Red: You look nice.
Liz: Thank you, you look– What is that?
Red: I only brought one suit. I had to borrow something from Paolo.
Liz: What color is that, pumpkin? It looks like a pumpkin.
Red: His wife says it’s Tuscan Sunset.
Liz: Ah.
Red: Where’s Ressler?
Liz: On his way, which is more than I can say for Blaise. According to the tracker I put on his girlfriend, they’re still at their house.
Red: Ah, yes, the tracker. About that.

[ At Greyson Blaise’s house ]
Security Guard: The men just finished a security sweep. Found this.
[ He shows Greyson the tracking device Liz put on the back of Anna Cartwright’s earring ]

Liz: What do you mean, you intended for the tracking device to be found?
Red: To gain his trust. I told Blaise he had a mole. The tracking device confirms it.
Anna: Reporting what? I don’t ev–
Greyson: Get her out.
Anna: No, Greyson, baby, please! Greyson! [ To guards: ] Get off! Greyson!
Liz: Anna Cartwright is not a spy.
Red: No, she’s a con artist and a thief.
Liz: But she’s innocent of this, and by framing her, she could be killed.
Red: She won’t be killed. She’ll be banished. To rebuild, I need Blaise. And to get to him, I need his trust. Where the bloody hell is Ressler?

Security Guard: How’d you know about Anna?
Greyson: I didn’t. Raymond Reddington did. Perhaps I should attend his little party after all.

[ People speaking Italian ]
Liz: Okay. The good news is Ressler is en route and the painting will be here in 20 minutes.
Red: And the bad news?
Liz: Blaise just walked in.
Red: Of course he did.
[ Red leaves Liz holding two handfuls of Champaign glasses he was holding ]
Red: Greyson! – Welcome.
Greyson: Raymond. It seems like the rumors of your demise have been exaggerated.
Red: Fake news, curse of our times. [ CHUCKLES ]
Greyson: So, where’s this painting?
Red: I have absolutely no idea. So many rooms, so many masterpieces. Let’s wander. I’m sure we’ll stumble upon it eventually.
[ Click glasses ]
Greyson: Cheers.

Calvin: Welcome to Geo. Can I help you?
Tom: Yeah. I just need to change the, uh, billing address on my account.
Calvin: Sure, I can help you with that. You all right, man?
Tom: Uh, yeah.
Calvin: Let me get your number.
Tom: It’s 202-555-0105.
Calvin: Mr Dennison?
Tom: You don’t have to call me Mr. I’m sorry, man. My wife just, uh, [ CHUCKLES ] just left me.
Calvin: Oh, no, no. That’s fine, uh – Albert. No worries. I’ll get that billing address changed for you. Just, uh, let me get the last four of your social.
Tom: Seven years we’ve been together, you know?
Calvin: Sorry.
Tom: And she’s sleeping with her boss?
Calvin: What?
Tom: And now I’m the one who has to move out. And I found that apartment, you know? I remodeled it myself, and now I’m sleeping on my buddy’s couch. And she’s banging a guy named Phil!
Calvin: That’s messed up.
Tom: You know, the guy wears a bowling shirt, all right? The kind with his His nickname embroidered right on the front, and it’s– It’s “Chesty,” all right? She picked a guy named Chesty over me.
Calvin: If I could just get that new address where you want the bill sent, I’ll fix you right up.
Tom: I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s, uh, it’s 618, uh, Hillgrove.
Calvin: Great. So, uh, you want me to discontinue the copy being sent to the Kinsey Street address?
Tom: That’s fine. I don’t even, uh, get it. I just pay it online.
Calvin: Nah, it says here you still get a copy sent to 319 Kinsey Street.

Red: I’d be a completely silent partner. Harold Lloyd hanging from the clock tower, risking all, saying nothing.
Greyson: It’s an interesting proposal.
Red: My goods run through your ports. If I’m caught, you disavow; If I’m not, you get 5% of the profits.
Greyson: 10% and you have a deal – if you show me the painting.
Red: Yes. Of course, it looks even better if you’ve got a glass of champagne in your hand. Where is that young girl? Don’t move a muscle.

[ Nick Waterhouse’s ♪ “Say I Wanna Know” plays ]
[ Liz runs up to van from which Ressler and Dale are unloading the painting ]
Liz: Finally!
Ressler: Apparently, genius can’t be rushed.
Dale: Careful! It’s still wet.
Samar: There’s an entrance on the south side leading into the study.


♪ Have you ever …

Red: Analia, just in the nick of time.
Greyson: No, enough with the champagne and the stalling. Do you have the painting or not?
Red: As a matter of fact, I don’t. Truth be told, I’m broke.
Greyson: I knew it. And thi – all of this, the estate?
Red: It belongs to Analia here.
Greyson: The caterer.
Red: A-And the pianist, Paolo. They lent it to me under duress.
Greyson: Is that true?
Analia: Si.

Liz: Leaving so soon?
Greyson: As far as I’m concerned, sugar, it can’t be soon enough.
Liz: Oh, but you haven’t seen the painting yet.
[ Liz takes him by the arm and guides him. Red follows behind ]

Greyson: What’s this?
Ressler: We were just, uh, taking it down to–
Greyson: I don’t understand. Y-You said you didn’t have it.
Red: I don’t. You do. That’s why my men were taking it down. A gift to commemorate our new partnership.
Greyson: It’s beautiful. So much more vivid than any photograph. The colors jump out, almost as if the oils on the canvas were still wet.
[ Greyson reaches to touch it. Red intervenes ]
Red: Dale has spent two long years restoring it. And now it’s yours.
Greyson: No. I’m sorry, but I-I couldn’t.
Red: You could, and you will. Wrap it up and load it into his vehicle.

♪ She’s trying and she wanna know

Greyson: I don’t know what to say.
Red: Go. Enjoy. We’ll talk tomorrow, set things in motion.
Greyson: Thank you, Raymond.

♪ We trying and we wanna know
We trying and we wanna know

Liz: I can’t believe it worked.
Red: Almost.
Red: Inspector Scutari? Yes, hello. I’m calling about the stolen painting. Si­, the Rembrandt.

Cooper: [ Over phone ] He did what?!
Ressler: It worked. The entire plan. Blaise agreed to align his operation with Reddington’s, and then, Reddington turned him in to the Italian police.
Samar: Apparently, it was all pre-planned. There was an art-crime inspector waiting for Reddington’s call.
[ Greyson Blaise and driver run into a police road block near his mansion ]
Driver: Sir, you seeing this?
[ The car stops and they are immediately arrested ] [ CHATTER ]
Aram: So Mr. Reddington gave the forgery to Blaise as a gift, then set him up to get arrested with it?
Cooper: This makes no sense. The whole reason to go there was to convince Blaise to do business with Reddington.
Samar: So he played us, but why?

Red: I told you. The reason we’re here is to rebuild my empire.
Liz: By partnering with Blaise, by getting him to vouch for your financial situation.
Red: That is a lily I may have gilded, but it’s a lovely evening on Lake Como. Let’s not spoil it picking the sense from the nonsense.
Liz: Where are you going?
Red: Blaise’s mansion is about 15 minutes from here, and inside it is the cornerstone on which I can begin to rebuild.
Liz: Are you telling me that this entire thing– The forgery, the mansion, the 150 bottles of wine and Blaise’s arrest– Were all an extremely expensive and elaborate ruse so that you could rob him?
Red: Yes.
Liz: [ Enthusiastically ] Cool!
Red: Cool?
Liz: Maybe the wine or the fact that I have no legal jurisdiction in Italy or that Blaise called me “sugar” earlier, but yeah I think it’s really cool.

[ ENGINE REVS ] [ Red and Liz pull up to Greyson Blaise’s mansion ]
Security Officer: Help you with something?
Red: What are you doing? Why aren’t you destroying everything?
Security Officer: Destroying? I’m sorry, who are you?
Red: They haven’t notified you? We’re on the brink of a Level 4 breach!
Security Officer: What is your name?
Red: My name? Caden Gard, Chief International Council for your employer.
Security Officer: [ On phone ] I have some attorney out here, Caden somebody.
Red: I don’t have time for this. I-I’m only here because Blaise has been arrested less than 20 minutes ago, and within another 20, this place is going to be crawling with Carabinieri.
I called ahead, gave explicit instructions that everything was to be destroyed.
Security Officer: We just got a tip from our man in Interpol. They said that–
Red: That Blaise was arrested. What do you think I’m standing here for? Miss Chloe and I are only here because this is a Single Scope SCI sweep.
Security Officer: I- I d-don’t know what that is.
Red: Oh, my God. Where is Peniford?
Security Officer: Peniford?
Red: All right. Radio your team – Everyone! Tell them I’m on site and we’re at Tier 3, okay? Miss Chloe, contact our man in Interpol. Find out how much time we have. If anyone shows up, the alert word is “pumpkin.” You, inside.
Man: [ Into phone ] We’re Tier 3.
Another Man: Huh?
Red: Cellphones, pagers, anything with a chip needs to go in the microwave right now!
Liz: Egidio says the police are on their way 15 minutes, maybe less.
Red: You. Can you access the security feeds?
Man: Yes, sir.
Red: Get there and destroy them. Okay people, listen up – Sugarfoot has been arrested, and time is of the essence. We’re Tier 3, but this is what we prepared for. You all know the protocol. This is now officially a Single Scope Operation. You and you, I need you to find anything with a hard drive, get it in the bathtub. You two, you’re on paperwork. Anything with numbers gets burned. Somebody show Miss Chloe the financials. And you, show me Yankee Bob White.
Man: Sir?
Red: The safe! Where’s the safe?

[ Red flips through a bunch of papers ]
Red: Oh, my God. He’s keeping financials on the entire staff. This could implicate all of us. Take it downstairs and burn it. You, get me the combination to that safe.
Liz: [ To a man ] Take these.
[ The man takes the papers and leaves ]
Liz: [ Whispers, To Red: ] Before we get killed, you mind telling me what we’re looking for?
[ A woman runs in ]
Red: Blaise’s passports – Find them, shred them.
[ The woman keys in the combination to the safe, takes out a thrumb drive ]
Red: Miss Chloe, time?
Liz: Six minutes and counting.
Woman: Some of the records are on paper, but Mr. Blaise – He keeps the important docs on this thumb drive.
[ She gives the thumb drive to Liz ]
Red: The passports! Go, now!
Woman: What about the painting? “Dance”?
Liz: The Picasso?
Red: Get it out of here, anywhere. H-Have them put it in my car.
[ The woman hurries out. Liz takes a small box from the safe and opens it ]
Liz: [ GASPS ] [ It’s the Napoleon necklace ]
Red: Take it.
Liz: What?
Red: Take it.
[ Red is paging through a collection book of coins. He takes one out ]
Liz: Uh– The Lincoln Penny? That’s what we’re here to steal, a coin?
Red: Do you have the thumb drive?
[ Red and Liz exit the mansion. Breathlessly, the Security Officer runs up ]
Security Officer: Threw both of Mr. Blaise’s desktops in the lake. Uh, the police may find them, but the drives are toast.
[ Red takes the man’s face in his hands ]
Red: [ Earnestly ] Listen to me. Good God, man, listen. If you make it out, there’s a small hotel in Paris – 3241 Rue de la Mare. Say it back.
Security Officer: 3241 Rue de la Mare.
Red: Go there. Get a room under the name Mr. DeLacey. Say it!
Security Officer: Mr. DeLacey.
Red: Right. I’ll make contact when it’s safe. Until then, talk to no one. Do you understand? Good luck, mate, and Godspeed!

[ Red and Liz get in Red’s car ]
Liz: [ CHUCKLES ] Is that really a Picasso in the back seat?
Red: Yes. That was a nice surprise.

[ Back in DC ]
Red: Harold, you’re obviously upset.
Cooper: No, I’m not upset. “Upset” is an emotional word. My reaction isn’t about emotion. It’s about my job. It’s about you consistently keeping me in the dark and refusing to respect my role as the head of this task force. And you know what else it’s about? Your ego and your obvious failure to understand that this entire operation, everything we’re trying to do here, is hanging by a thread!
Red: My mistake. I thought you might be upset.
Cooper: You lured us in, acted like the only thing you needed from us was a ride to that auction. The next thing I know, my people are stealing paintings–
Red: To be fair, stealing back a painting. Or trying, at least.
Cooper: Not to mention half-a-dozen invoices for a party at a house on Lake Como!
Red: Right. Please don’t forget to pay the catering bill. Those folks were very, very nice.
Cooper: After all of that, what do we have to show for it? Nothing. You handed Blaise over to the Italian police, so we don’t even get credit for the arrest.
Red: True, the Italians will get credit for arresting Blaise with “The Sea of Galilee.” Of course, it’s not “The Sea of Galilee,” which they will undoubtedly realize shortly, at which point they will be forced to release Blaise with apologies.
Cooper: So nobody gets him.
Red: Wrong. You get him, Harold. You and this Task Force.
[ Red gives Cooper the Napoleon necklace ]
Red: Because while the Carabinieri have bogus evidence, you have the genuine article. Fast, hard proof of Blaise’s criminal activities all over the globe. Art heists, missing masterpieces. That necklace alone should be enough to put him away and get your new Director off your back for a long weekend, at least.
Cooper: What was in that house that was so important?

[ At the motel, Red and Liz are poolside. Liz plays with the Lincoln penny ]
Red: Penny for your thoughts.
Liz: Why’d you do it?
Red: Why’d you let me? It wasn’t the wine.
Liz: I’m scared of you. Now more than ever. Of who you are, because you might be who I am, too. I let you do it because it felt like the right thing to do. It wasn’t. But it certainly felt that way because–
Red: Because you’re my daughter?
Liz: In more ways than I care to admit.

[ DOOR CREAKS ] [ Tom enter warily. A man is tied to a chair and gagged. He has been badly beaten, but is conscious ]
Tom: Are you Dennison? Who did this to you?
[ Tom pulls down the gag ]
Dennison: [ COUGHS ]
Tom: What happened? You okay? Who did this to you?
[ Tom pulls Dennison’s gag back up ]
Tom: I’m sorry.
[ Tom goes into the closet, pulling shut the louvered doors ]
[ DOOR CREAKS ] [ Red and Dembe enter ]
Red: Albert? Albert, look at me. Do you know who I am?
[ Dennison nods ]
Red: You’re a tough son of a bitch. Your loyalty to Kate is admirable. But you will die, Albert here and now, if you don’t tell me where that suitcase is. Who has it? I won’t ask you again.
Dennson: [ LAUGHS ] [ CRYING ]
[ Red shoots Dennison in the chest 💥💥💥 ]
[ After Red and Dembe leave, Tom comes out, pulls down Dennison’s gag ]
Dennison: [ GRUNTS ]
Tom: Hey, hey. Who– Why did I pick up the suitcase?
Dennison: Ole–
Tom: What?!
Dennison: Oleander. Find him.
Tom: Who’s Oleander? Who is he? What is– What is Oleander?
[ Dennison loses consciousness ]

[ Tom is home cooking ] [ CELLPHONE RINGING ] [ CELLPHONE BEEPS ]
Nik: Hey, it’s me.
Tom: Nik, what’s up?
Nik: I’ve been thinking about this, what you said. I have no interest in getting involved with Reddington, but if what you said If you think Liz is in some kind of danger, just tell me what you need me to do, okay?
Tom: Thank you. Nik, that’s, uh– Thanks. Look, I don’t feel comfortable talking on the phone.
Can we meet?
Nik: Yeah. Text me an address.

[ Tom is at home, cooking ] [ Liz enters, wearing a little red dress ]
Liz: Wow, smells amazing!
Tom: Yeah, well, hold your judgment until you’ve tried it, because I might end up killing us all. [ CHUCKLES ]
Liz: “Us all”? What’s going on?
[ DOORBELL RINGS ] [ Liz runs to the door and opens it ]
Red: Elizabeth, good evening.
[ Red hands Liz a bottle of Champagne ]
Liz: Hello! What’s going on?
Red: Tom didn’t tell you? I was invited to dinner.
Tom: I set four place settings. Every time I see you, you’re with Dembe, so I just thought the two of you, you know. I don’t know what I thought.
Red: Thank you, Tom. I regret I can’t stay. I have another engagement. Sorry to have inconvenienced you, but at least you’ll have plenty of leftovers. Before I go, let’s have a toast.
[ Tom opens the bottle of Champagne and pours it ]
Liz: What exactly are we celebrating?
Red: Tom’s return, of course! Your family must be very happy to have you back. I remember warning you not to embark on that silly adventure. But nothing ventured, nothing gained. Welcome home.
Tom: Cheers.
[ They sip ]
Tom: So, what have you been up to? [ Smiles ]
[ Liz glances sideways at Red. Red smiles awkwardly ]

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Episode Songs


♫ Awoo
By Sophie Tukker (feat. Betta Lemme)

♪ I know I did not raise a wrist
I know I did not capture it
It came, it went
It conquered quick
I was there and then I quit

♪ Awoo

♪ I know I did not raise a wrist
I know I did not capture it
It came, it went
It conquered quick
I was there and then I quit

♪ Awoo

♪ I know I did not raise a wrist
I know I did not capture it
It came, it went
It conquered quick
I was there and then I quit

♪ Aaah

♪ I know I did not raise a wrist
I know I did not capture it
It came, it went
It conquered quick
I was there and then I quit

♪ I know I did not raise a wrist
I know I did not capture it
It came, it went
It conquered quick
I was there and then I quit

♪ Awoo
Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2xiGGY9
YouTube: https://youtu.be/x7g_SWE90O8


♫ Afternoon Take-Off
By Small Forward

(lyrics unavailable as of 10/5/2017)

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/^
YouTube: https://youtu.be/cCDiliBUL-0


♫ Taking a Gamble
By Frank Shelley and Adam Saunders

(lyrics/video unavailable as of 10/6/2017)

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/^
YouTube: https://youtu.be/^


♫ “L’Amour Est Un Oiseau Rebelle” from “Carmen”
By Georges Bizet (sung by Maria Callas)

( Translated from French: )

♪ Love is a rebel bird
That no one can domesticate
And it’s in vain that we call for it
It’s the one we’ve just been denied
♪ Nothing does it, threats or prayers
One talks well, the other one doesn’t talk
And that’s the other one I prefer
He didn’t say anything but I like him
♪ Love, love, love, love
Love is Bohemia’s child
It has never known any law
If you don’t love me I love you
If I love you beware
If you don’t love me
If you don’t love me I love you
But if I love you, if I love you
♪ The bird you thought you surprised
Flapped it’s wings and flew away
Love is far, you can wait for it
You don’t wait for it anymore, it’s here
♪ All around you, fast, fast
It comes, leaves and then comes back
You think you hold it, it avoids you
You think you avoid it, it holds you
♪ Love, love, love, love
Love is Bohemia’s child
It has never known any law
If you don’t love me I love you
If I love you beware
If you don’t love me
If you don’t love me I love you
But if I love you, if I love you

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2ysb034
YouTube: https://youtu.be/lspRhX5Vhhg


♫ Say I Wanna Know
By Nick Waterhouse

♪ Have you ever
Made the best of a bad situation
Maybe, gone and takin’
Somethin’ yours for the takin’
Have you ever… Felt trapped
Like you… wanted to stop
Like you… not even gonna make it
Past the corner of the block

♪ Say, I wanna know
Say, I wanna know
Say, I wanna know
Say, I wanna know

♪ Oh there’ll be times
That this ol’ world can be so demanding
It get hard to find
A little truth ‘n understanding
Have you ever… Felt trapped
Like you wanted to stop
Like you…

♪ Not even gonna make
Past the next city cop

♪ Say, I wanna know
Say, I wanna know
Say, I wanna know
Say, I wanna know

♪ I trying and I wanna know
That I’m trying and I wanna know
We trying and I wanna know
We trying and we wanna know
He trying and he wanna know
She’s trying and she wanna know
We trying and we wanna know
We trying and we wanna know
We trying and we wanna know

♪ Say, I wanna know
Say, I wanna know
Say, I wanna know
Say, I wanna know

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2y3We1m
YouTube: https://youtu.be/ioRU8ZgGj1U

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🔴 Script: 5:3 Miss Rebecca Thrall (№ 76)

Program air date: 10/11/2017 in the US
Full Script Permalink: http://wp.me/pDKwi-5T1
Entertainment Weekly Recap: http://bit.ly/bit.ly/2yhZuGf

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Director: Adam Weisinger
Written by: Jonathan Shapiro, Taylor Martin



⭕ Script 5:3 Miss Rebecca Thrall (№ 76)

Brief: Red has been winning, then losing, then winning Cooper over again with his madcap approach to restoring his empire. Liz has decidedly mixed feelings, having enjoyed the fun of taking down Greyson Blaise while knowing it was crazy and wrong. Tom, in the meantime, has witnessed a murder in which Red’s ruthlessness was evident – ruthlessness that it certain to be visited on Tom if Red finds out he is the one in possession of the mysterious suitcase containing a skeleton.

[ Two policemen break down the door of Scottie Stansbury’s apartment ]
Officer McGinnis: Baltimore PD. Come out, Stansbury. We got a warrant.
Officer Parker: We know you’re here, Scottie. Why don’t you come on out, make this easier?
[ The two officers separate. McGinnis comes upon Scottie Stansbury in the kitchen, at the sink. Scottie turns around ]
Scottie: Ah, please. I-If you take me in and my parole officer finds out I’ve been using–
[ Officer McGinnis is training his gun directly at Stansbury ]
Scottie: W- what’s going on?
McGinnis: I’m sorry, Scottie.
[ 💥💥 ] [ Blood splatters. Scottie falls ]
Officer Parker: [ From elsewhere in the apartment ] McGinnis!
[ McGinnis goes over to Scottie, who lies motionless, fires 💥💥 two shots from a different gun he has brought, toward the entry to the kitchen, then places the gun in Scottie’s hand ]
[ Officer Parker appears ]
Parker: McGinnis! What the hell happened?
McGinnis: I-I just– He drew. He fired. Is he–
[ Parker feels for a pulse ]
Parker: He’s dead. You came in– What? You had no choice. You had to fire, right?
McGinnis He had a gun. Yeah, I had to fire.

Police chief: McGinnis. Hey. Can you hear me?
McGinnis: Yes. Chief, look, I got nothing to hide. I’ll wave my Garrity rights. I-I was following protocol.
Chief: And I’m sure IA will confirm that, but right now, I want you to go home and call a lawyer. You need a lawyer.

[ A woman in red shoes with spike heels walks ]
[ Car door opens ] [ Car door closes ]
[ The woman gets in the car with Officer McGinnis, hands him a slip of paper ]
McGinnis: You sure nobody followed you?
Miss Rebecca Thrall: Password to the account. Funds are now available.
McGinnis: [ Sighs ] I didn’t think it’d be this bad.
Thrall: You’re alive, Officer McGinnis. Which is more than we can say for Scottie Stansbury. You’ve done your job. Now let me do mine.

[ Red is at the Terrace Vista Motor Lodge where he has been staying. He is dressed in a fleece robe with a hoodie, baseball cap, t-shirt and shorts, trying to get ice out of the ice machine. One ice cube drops out. He bangs the machine and shakes it fruitlessly, then heads back toward his room. He sees the door has been broken open. He turns around ]
[ Red knocks on the door of another room ] [ A perky young woman with a Southern accent answers ]
Piper: What’s up, buttercup? You finally change your mind, decide to join me and Gary tonight in the hot tub?
Red: Yeah. Uh, tonight? Maybe.
Piper: Is it the scab on his leg?
Red: Oh, no, no, no! No, no, no! Gary’s – Gary. I’m just distracted. I locked myself out of my room. I certainly don’t want to go down to the lobby. I was hoping I might use your phone.
Piper: Oh, yes, of course, silly. Get in here.
[ Both chuckle ]
Piper: You coming to social hour tonight? Gonna bring Daddy’s favorite little pickle-bites.
Red: Piper, I have no idea what that means.
Piper: I spread cream cheese on a slice of dried beef, wrap it up real good around a dill. Put a little toothpick in ’em, real good.
Red: [ On Piper’s phone ] Dariush! It’s Bruno. I’m sorry. I- I somehow locked myself out of my room.
[ The windows of the motor lodge look down on the central court with the pool. Red sees three thuggish-looking men, including one in a cowboy hat, walking around the pool ]
Red: I was hoping– Oh right. No. Oh, no, that’s fine. That would be gre– Wait. [ Chuckling ] I found it now! Never mind. I- Yeah, right here, in my pocket of all places. [ Chuckles ] Okay. I’m sorry. Thank you.
[ Red hangs up ]
Piper: I’ll tell Gary we’ll hot tub at 8:00.
[ Opens Door ]
Red: Don’t forget the pickle-bites.

[ Red returns to his room, enters cautiously. On the mirror in the bathroom is written in soap “RIVERA WANTS YOU” ]
[ Cellphone beeps, dialing ]
Red: Dembe. Yeah. Did you get a plate number? Okay.

[ Tom and Nik (Liz’s ex-boyfriend who is an ER MD) sit on a bench next to a medical or academic building ]
Tom: Who is this guy anyways? I mean, what kind of “medical expert” agrees to help covertly identify human remains?
Nik: I’m sorry. I didn’t realize he needed a résumé and a urine sample to get the job. You asked me for help, I’m getting you help, and I’m breaking the law in the process.
Tom: Yeah, for Liz.
Nik: Right. For Liz. That worked out well last time.
Tom: He’s a friend of yours, this Pete?
Nik: He has access to the kinds of medical equipment you need.
[ A thin, scruffy-looking guy comes out of the building ]
Tom: That guy? Did he even go to medical school?
Nik: He was the smartest kid at Harvard during my residency. Then he sort of dropped out. Today he’s plugged in to some kind of network of criminal drug activities. You two should get along swimmingly.
Pete: What up, Nikky? [ Sniffles ] You got gray as Grandma. You must be –
Tom: Tom.
Pete: Cool fake name. You a cop?
Tom: All right, you know what? Forget it.
Nik: This isn’t a joke, Pete.
Pete: Yeah, well, I don’t know your friend.
[ Talking over each other: ]
Tom: You know what? It’s my mistake–
Pete: I barely know you–
Tom: I never should’ve come to you–
Pete: I’m not going jail for someone I haven’t seen–
Tom: for help in the first place–
Pete: since med school–
Tom: because this guy is not–
Nik: Shut the hell up, both of you. He is not a cop. And you are the smartest guy I’ve ever met – destroyed me in boards so I know you’re smart enough to run this DNA test, take the money you clearly need, and keep your mouth shut.
Pete: Look, those remains, if they’re damaged like you say – exposed to air, natural elements – then pulling DNA might be difficult. I can do it maybe but it’s gonna take time.
Tom: Then I guess you should stop talking and get to work.

[ Red is seated at the counter of a run-down restaurant, looking through apartment ads in a newspaper. He circles one. Liz enters and sits next to him ]
Liz: Dembe told me you moved out of your hotel?
Red: Sadly, my time at the Terrace Vista has run out.
Liz: So, what, you’re apartment hunting?
Red: Yes. While you go on a hunt for some dirty cops.
[ Red shows Liz a newspaper account on the killing of Scottie Stansbury ]
Red: I believe the unfortunate incident with Officer McGinnis was far more than the stuff of headlines. I believe it was premeditated murder.
Liz: [ Reading ] Says here the victim shot first.
Red: I still have a few friends among the men in blue. They’re whispering that the scene was staged by a well-compensated mercenary.
Liz: McGinnis a paid-for killer. But according to this article, he has a clean record.
Red: The perfect alibi – an officer well-respected by his peers, paid by your government to carry a weapon to protect and serve the citizenry. But I’m telling you, Officer McGinnis is a killer, and he’s not the only one.
Liz: Killer cops for hire? Who’s hiring them?
Red: Whoever it is, this isn’t the first police shooting they’re responsible for – and unless you find them, it won’t be the last.

[ The Post Office ]
Liz: Andrew McGinnis. He’s a rookie officer without a blemish on his record. The victim was Scott Stansbury who spent 20 years bouncing between prison cells, parole hearings, and rehab.
Samar: What about the pistol? The one Reddington said was planted?
Aram: It was registered to another owner who reported it stolen three weeks ago, Stansbury was never a suspect.
Ressler: There’s already an internal investigation under way. Why not let it play out?
Liz: IA could spend months filing those reports. More people could die by then.
Ressler: Look [ Sighs ] I know it’s not politically correct right now to say this, but, uh cops don’t kill people, they protect them.
Cooper: Most of them do. But the ones who let anger and emotion, prejudice and carelessness affect their behavior are every good cop’s worst nightmare. Keen, talk to McGinnis, see if something feels off. Ressler, pay a visit to the partner. I want to get to the bottom of this.

Liz: You kicked the door down even though you got no response?
Officer McGinnis: No, ma’am, we went in because we had a warrant. The guy violated parole on a drug conviction.
Ressler: And when you got inside?
Officer Parker: Nothing. It was quiet. Noise on the TV, I guess – We split up.
McGinnis: Parker went one way. I went the other.
Liz: And that’s where you saw him?
McGinnis: Right. He was dumpin’ evidence – dope probably – down the drain. He saw me, pulled a gun.
Parker: … and next thing I hear, four shots.
McGinnis: He fired first. Two shots. So I returned.
Ressler: But his shots both missed.
Parker: Luckiest rookie son-of-a-bitch I ever seen.
Liz: Which shot hit him?
McGinnis: Which shot?
Liz: He was hit once. You said you fired twice. I assume you remember which missed and which didn’t.

Liz: He’s dirty.
Ressler: Why do you say that?
Liz: Said he shot twice and the second shot hit him.
Ressler: Well, that’s odd, it’s always the second shot that goes high, off the kick of the first.
Liz: Like I said – he’s dirty.

[ Descending into a basement room, Rebecca Thrall’s spike heels. Against a backdrop of a spider web, a man completely covered in a black rubber-like suit is splayed upright. She approaches him, undoing her long blond hair from its tight bun ]
Rebecca Thrall: Did you miss me, sweetheart?
[ The man nods, his body tenses, lurching forward against the restraints ]
Thrall: Aw, that’s nice. So nice.
Man: [ Breathing heavily ]
[ She removes her blouse, revealing her bra ]
Thrall: I missed you, too.
[ She pushes him back ]

[ Three men in boots, one wearing a cowboy hat, enter ] [ Red is sitting at a table with a pistol pointing ]
Red: Word to the not-so-wise–
[ One man begins to draw, but Dembe flanks them ] [ Shotgun cocks ]
Red: When you come for someone, don’t show up in a rental car under your own name with a local address.
Chief Thug: [ Spanish accent ] You never delivered the guns. Two months Rivera is fighting BLO without them.
Red: Well, he won’t get them if I’m dead. By the by, what’s with the boots? You guys do a lot of riding?
Thug: Our brothers are dying – because of you. They cannot defend themselves.
Red: How many has Rivera sent for me?
Thug: Enough to get the job done.
Red: Tell him that won’t be necessary. He’ll have his guns within 36 hours.

Dembe: A shipment of guns? You have no guns.
Red: Or money to buy them.
Dembe: Or a plane to deliver them in. This is impossible.
Red: No, Dembe – that periodontist from Tarkio? She was impossible. This is simply improbable.

Miss Rebecca Thrall: I want to make my clients’ position clear – their son was unarmed when he was shot.
Ressler: Tell that to the cop that he shot at.
Mr Stansbury: A cop murdered our son!
Liz: If that’s what our investigation determines that officer may well go to prison.
[ Ressler’s cellphone vibrates. Text: “Chrysler lhs at metro impound lot. Need you to pick up” ]
Mrs Stansbury: I’m sorry, Ms Thrall, – but there’s something I need to say.
Thrall: We discussed this.
Mrs Stansbury: This was our fault.
Liz: What was?
Mrs Stansbury: All of it. When Scottie was a little boy, we didn’t have money. We moved to this dump of a place– We didn’t know about the lead paint. It made him so sick.
Thrall: The Stansburys lived in public housing.
[ Ressler’s cellphone vibrates again. Text: “I need it NOW.” ]
Thrall: The lead paint in their unit left Scott cognitively impaired. We sued and were awarded a structured settlement worth a little under half a million dollars.
Liz: Structured settlement?
Thrall: Yes. The money was supposed to be disbursed over decades, almost like a paycheck that would show up every month for Scott.
Mrs Stansbury: But then Waterday showed up, waving $100,000 in front of Scottie.
Liz: They offered a lump sum.
Mrs Stansbury: Yeah, 20 cents on the dollar. Of course, he didn’t see that. He just saw a check for more money than he ever dreamed of. There ain’t no way that my boy shot at that officer.
[ Ressler’s cellphone vibrates: “You got 5 seconds to call me or I call your boss…” ]
Mrs Stansbury: But for him to even be in a position where that is a question? Mnh-mnh. No. I blame Waterday for that.
Ressler: I-I got to make a phone call.
Liz: Waterday – tell me more about them.
[ Cellphone beeps. Ringing ]
Prescott: Took you long enough.
Ressler: I’m not your errand boy.
Prescott: No. You’re my indentured servant. And you will be until you repay the debt you owe me for hiding your little mishap with the National Security Advisor’s skull.
Ressler: You got no play here. You can’t sell me out without implicating yourself.
Prescott: That’s true. And maybe I’m not willing to do that. Or maybe I’m bluffing. Are you gonna call my bluff, Agent Ressler, or are you gonna go fetch me that car before the cops process it?
Ressler: Text me the, uh, license and registration.
Liz: [ Whispers ] Hey. What’s going on?
Ressler: Look, a friend of mine, uh– he did something, and instead of coming clean, he’s just digging himself a deeper hole.
Liz: And he needs you to dig himself out?
Ressler: Something like that.
Liz: [ Sighs ] Okay, go. I got this.
Ressler: Thanks, Keen.

[ At the DMV, Red takes a number and sits ]

[ Woman over PA: ]
G2-8 to window R.G2-8 to window R.–

[ Red is seated between a man coughing and sniffling and a woman eating barbecued chicken from a greasy plastic container ]

[ Man over PA: ]
Attention Registration and insurance is at room 443. Room 443. Registration and insurance 443.

[ Glen Carter looks through the blinds of his office and sees Red, chuckles ]
Glen: [ Calls put ] 83? Number 83? Let’s go, lamb chop. You’re not gettin’ any younger.
Red: I think this is the first time you’ve made it a priority to see me, and I appreciate that. Thank you, Glen.
Glen: Truth is, you look sort of blue sitting out there all alone in that stew of humanity. Made my heart squeeze.
Red: Your heart?
Glen: I like pokin’ you in the nose and watching you bristle, but after all you been through – it don’t feel right. The thrill is gone.
Red: It’s been – unpredictable.
Glen: How are the mighty fallen in the midst of battle! I knew you would show up sooner or later, hat in hand, begging for help from ol’ Jellybean. What do you need?
Red: A million dollars.
Glen: Whoa! Are you dickin’ with me? I’m a government employee. I make 44 grand a year.
Red: Of which you don’t spend a cent. You live with your mother, and I’m confident you’ve amassed quite a nice nest egg from all your various extracurricular activities.
Glen: Go ahead. Kiss the ring, sport. I’m gonna need to hear the details.
Red: I need a million cash. Not to keep, to borrow. For two days. Glen, please, this is important.
Glen: [ Pause ] Hey! Who loves ya, baby?

[ Post Office ]
Liz: Waterday Financial buys a ton of these structured settlements, mostly from people like Scott Stansbury.
Aram: Yeah, people without the cognitive ability to know they’re being duped.
Cooper: The lump sum Waterday offers may be unseemly, but it isn’t a crime. Other companies do this all the time.
Samar: Reddington said someone is paying cops to commit murder. Does the financial settlement support that theory?
Aram: Well, maybe. Or uh, maybe it’s just a really odd coincidence. But Waterday doesn’t just buy structured settlements, they also make loans. And some of the loans they make are to cops. And just last month, one of the cops who had gotten a loan is Officer McGinnis.
Liz: The same cop who shot Scott Stansbury.
Cooper: Are you telling me the same company that bought the victim’s settlement loaned money to the cop who shot him? That cannot be a coincidence.

Mr Johnson: Of course it’s a coincidence. Look, we’re a nationwide company. We made over 1,400 home loans in the past fiscal year. 174 of them to cops.
Liz: And so this was bound to happen. Is that what you’re saying, Mr. Johnson?
Johnson: Look, what we do matters. To the officers who are looking to buy a home, and to the victims like Scottie Stansbury who, thanks to us, don’t have to wait for this money to slowly drip in. With the lump sum that we offer, they can pay for college, start a business.
Liz: We’re gonna need to see the documents pertaining to your structured settlements and the loans you made to the members of the Baltimore Police Department.
Johnson: Do you have a warrant?
Liz: We can get one if you insist.
Johnson: I do insist, and you won’t get one.
Samar: And why is that?
Johnson: Well, because to get one, you’ll need to convince a judge what you think is going on here, which is as obvious as it is offensive – a payoff to a cop to get him to commit murder?
Samar: Is that what it was?
Johnson: [ Scoffs ] Okay. See, the structured settlements that we buy only pay out as long as the victim is alive. Now, we paid Mr. Stansbury $100,000 for his settlement. At the time of his death, we had recouped $62,000. So, sure, someone may have wanted him dead, but not us. His death cost us a fortune.

Rebecca Thrall: Jennifer, of course you’re conflicted.
Officer Jennifer Serry: I mean, it’s just my sister is sick, but this really crosses a line.
Thrall: No. I-It isn’t only about the money or paying for an operation or even about saving your sister’s life. It’s- It’s also about the victim. His name is Robert Urwiller, and he’s suffering. Robert is cognitively impaired and no settlement amount will ever make him whole. His pain aside, look at his record. The assaults, the prison time. Jennifer, when I vet these candidates, I carefully consider everyone involved. Statistics show it’s unlikely Robert will even ever make his 45th birthday. But you can let him go. You can end his suffering, and save your sister’s life in the process.

Smokey Putnam: You busted me out to help you strategize. And I’m telling you, we need a covert landing strip where these boys can belly down a Gulfstream, and that means a minimum of 500 meters of well-camouflaged pavement that ain’t monitored by- by- by- by radar or FAA.
Heddie Hawkins: He doesn’t have the capital for a covert runway–
Smokey: Was I talking to you, gumdrop?
Red: Smokey. Please.
Heddie: Raymond. You’re broke. Now, I can promise you that this moron will run his mouth with harebrained ideas as long as there’s air in the room, but none of those ideas are gonna float if you can’t pay for them. And as your financial planner, I have a fiduciary obligation to point out that–
Smokey: Oh, oh, oh, oh! Oh, so- so the racketeer who cut a deal with the Feds for embezzling has a fiduciary obligation?
Heddie: Why don’t you button your lip and figure out where to park the plane?
Smokey: Oh, I got a place.
Heddie: Is that fact? Where?
Smokey: Why don’t you bend over and I’ll show you?
Heddie: Bend over?!
Red: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Listen, you two need to find a covert runway. I don’t care if you have to build it yourselves, just find it and try not to kill each other in the process.
[ Door opens ]
Red: Tom. Right on cue.
Tom: Liz said you wanted to see me?
Red: Yes. About a certain business venture I’m pursuing. I think you’d fit right in.

Liz: The AUSA agreed we don’t have enough to get a warrant.
Aram: Yeah, a cop who had gotten a loan from Waterday shot a man who had gotten his settlement bought by them.
Liz: And they lost money on the deal plus, we only have one example, but, granted, that seems like one more than anyone would need.
Aram: But since it wasn’t, we reviewed the class-action lawsuit that Stansbury was a part of. Now, out of 179 plaintiffs, four sold their settlements to Waterday. Stansbury and these three
[ Aram brings up photos of three people shot to death ]
Cooper: My God.
Aram: Two were shot by police after high-speed chases. The other charged an officer with a knife. Suicide by cop.
Samar: And the cops they all got loans from Waterday?
Aram: Loans that, as far as we can tell, they’ve never paid back.
Liz: We don’t know why, but Waterday appears to be financing assassinations.
Cooper: Get this to the AUSA. Have them pull search and arrest warrants. And find Ressler. We need all hands on deck.

Liz: FBI. Step away from your desk.
Samar: Who’s in charge of your cybersecurity?
Secretary: I am. Mr. Johnson’s secretary.
Samar: Where’s your boss?
[ Cellphone ringing ]
[ The basement room with the spider web and the man in the black rubber-like suit, restrained as before – now with his face revealed. It’s Mr Johnson ]
Rebecca Thrall: It’s your office.
Johnson: Rhona knows not to call me unless it’s an emergency.
[ Rebecca holds up the phone for him ] [ Cellphone beeps ]
Johnson: Hey, what’s up? A-And they showed you a warrant? And what did they take? Um, you know what? Forget it. I’m on my way in.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Johnson: The FBI just raided the office. Did you hear what I said? The Feds know. They’re pulling the files, Rebecca. What? Rebecca. Come on! Let me up. We’re in trouble.
Thrall: We? They’re pulling your files from your office.
Johnson: Wha- Wait. Wait. Wait, wait, wait! Come on! What are you– Rebecca! Rebecca!
[ Rebecca pulls the rubber mask over his face ]
Johnson: Please! [ Breathing heavily ]
[ Rebecca compresses the tube which allows him to breathe ]

[ Door opens, closes ]
Adika Buhari: Raymond Reddington. They said that you were out of the game. Taken down by an old lady, no less.
Red: Yes. And to think I’ve always had such good fortune with older women.
Adika: Who’s the boy?
Red: Levi Edwards. My munitions man. He’ll be inspecting the merchandise.
Adika: Why should I make a deal with you, hmm? Until today, you dismissed me as a thick-necked sea lion.
Red: I believe I said walrus. I don’t remember, I was drunk at the time.
Tom: We’re here for some guns. .50 caliber, G3s, as discussed.
Adika: You brought money as discussed?
Red: The money won’t be a problem.
Adika: Money’s always a problem. I hear it may be your biggest problem.
Red: Adika, I didn’t come here to waste my time or watch you eat. You’ve been trying to get me to kiss you into the business for years, I’m here at your table to do just that, so put down the fork–
Adika: Where’s the money?
Red: I said it won’t be a problem.
Adika: This doesn’t feel right. You don’t feel right.
Red: On the contrary, I’ve never felt better. Now put away the gun before you do something you’ll regret.
Adika: This feels like a setup. No?
Glen: Okay, okay, I’m here. I know I’m late. Traffic was a bitch.
[ Adika’s man pats Glen down ]
Glen: Ohh! Easy! I’m ticklish!
Adika: Who the hell is this?
Glen: Geynor Collins, TG&L Lending. I’m the moneyman. The one who makes the magic happen. [ Sniffs ] Ugh. What are you eating? Smells like duck.
[ Red opens the briefcase Glen brought the money in ]
Red: A million reasons for you to have faith in my financial fortitude. We’ll need the merchandise delivered by the end of day.
Adika: Leave the money. I will make some calls.
Red: Forgive the overt mistrust, but I’m not going to hand you a penny until Mr.
Edwards has had a chance to inspect the shipment.
Adika: No deal, then. I need collateral.
Red: Then take Edwards. If there’s a bump in the road, do with him as you wish. Now get your merchandise in order. I’ll call you with a rendezvous site shortly.
Adika: We can make this work.
Red: I’ll take your word for it.
Adika: Take him.
Tom: [ Back at Red ] Really?
[ Door opens, closes ]

Smokey: [ On phone ] Yes. I-I’m on my way – 45 minutes tops.
Red: Smokey, Buhari’s plane is supposed to land here in four hours. If I were throwing a picnic, it’d be lovely, but there are trees.
Smokey: The runway will be ready.
Heddie: Tell that wizard the McClintock boys are here! Where the hell is he? We need the shovels and chainsaws!
Red: Shovels and chainsaws.
Smokey: Tell her to button her lip. I- I- I- got shovels and chainsaws.
Red: Smokey, if this doesn’t work–
Smokey: Mr. Reddington, I need you to trust me on this. We are going to belly that gunrunner’s plane in that field, so help me God, I just need 45 minutes to get Leroy and Quackers there. We’ll jive then, my friend.
[ Two elephants lumber in behind Smokey ]
Red: [ Hanging up ] Who the hell are Leroy and Quackers?

Aram: [ On phone ] Based on the insurance records, I think maybe I figured out who the next target is.
Liz: Insurance records? Waterday’s in the insurance business, too?
Aram: Oh, no, but they take out a ton of it. Life-insurance policies on the lives of the people whose settlements they buy.
Samar: Johnson said the company paid Stansbury $100,000, but they had only received $62,000 when Stansbury died and the settlement payment stopped.
Aram: That’s true, Waterday lost a few thousand on the settlement payouts, but they took out a $5 million policy on Stansbury’s life. So when he died, they made a fortune.
Liz: Let me guess they had policies on the other victims, too.
Samar: Isn’t that a little obvious?
Aram: Uh, yes and no. First, Waterday had policies on all of the people whose structured settlements they bought, not just the victims. And second the victims. It looks like they pick ones who are living on “borrowed time.” Cancer victims, addicts, people whose illnesses may explain the type of erratic behavior that could result in a deadly altercation with the police.
Liz: And the next target you said you might know who that is.
Aram: Yes. Based on the three knowns – the recipient of a structured settlement, a preexisting medical condition, and a large insurance policy on their life – I found one name in the Waterday database – Robert Urwiller.
[ Robert Urwiller walks into a convenience store. Outside, Officer Jennifer Serry sits in her squad car ]
Urwiller: Let me get two of them scratchers. Might be my lucky day.

[ Elephant trumpets ]
[ At the remote construction site, Smokey has a crew of surveyors, site preppers – and Leroy and Quackers (the elephants) are clearing brush, leveling the ground, and marking off the strip with white chalk ]
Smokey: Let’s get that last maple to the south pulled! That oak, too! Mikey and John, run a string line and mow me some threshold markings. Humberto, check our compaction in the touchdown zone! Chip-chop! Chip-chop-chip, folks! Show time in 20!
Red: [ Chuckles ] My land! They don’t make men like that anymore, do they?
Heddie Hawkins: Thank the Lord.

[ Robert Urwiller leaves the convenience store ] [ Cellphone ringing ]
[ Urwiller gets into his car, tosses his cellphone on the seat, with his duffle on top of it ]
[ Engine starts. Urwiller drives off. Officer Serry follows in her police car ]

[ At the police metro car pound, Ressler finds the car Prescott told him to retrieve. It has a flat ]
Ressler: That’s it, huh?
Impound clerk: Yep.
Ressler: Was it brought in like that?
Impound clerk: No idea. Sign here.
[ Ressler signs and the clerk gives him the keys ]
Ressler: Thanks.
[ Ressler opens the trunk of the car and retrieves the spare ]
[ Cellphone ringing, beeps ]
Ressler: Ressler.
Cooper: Whatever you’re doing has to wait.
Ressler: Sir. This situation has been handled.
Cooper: Good, because we got a location on the blacklister’s next target.
[ Ressler opens the compartment looking for the jack and finds – a body, wrapped in plastic ]
Cooper: Ressler? Ressler, you there?
Ressler: I’m on my way.

Red: Smokey, you were born a century too late. You’re a miracle worker. Heddie, I can’t thank you enough for keeping us on budget.
[ Red gives Heddie a hug ]
Heddie: Oh, you had no budget.
Red: [ Chuckles ] Well, there you are.
[ Smokey gets in a pickup truck, his crew climbs in the back, engine revs and they leave ]

[ Marc Scibilia’s ♪ “My Time Is Comin'” Plays ]

♪ I’ve been waitin’ for the longest time

[ Jet engine whirs above as Adika Buhari’s jet appears ]
Dembe: It’s him.
Red: This ought to be interesting.

Aram: [ On phone ] Agent Keen, I’ve got Urwiller’s car heading east on Irving Street.
Liz: Do you have a vehicle description?
Aram: You are looking for a 1994 tan Toyota Tercel which just made a left on Georgia.
Samar: You still can’t get him on his cell?
Aram: I tried at least a dozen times Trying again now.
[ Cellphone ringing on car seat as Urwiller drives ]

♪ Can’t nobody save me

[ Siren of Officer Serry’s police car chirps ]
[ Urwiller’s phone keeps ringing ]

♪ Devil, please don’t take me alive
Ah, ooh

Aram: Mr. Cooper, I just spoke with Agent Ressler and gave him Agent Keen’s 10-20. He’s en route as we speak.
Cooper: And Urwiller? You make contact?
Aram: Uh, not yet, but we’re still trying.

♪ … coming
Ah, ooh, yeah
Ah, ooh, yeah
My time is coming, coming

[ Urwiller’s phone keeps ringing ]
[ Officer Jennifer Serry pulls Urwiller over. She looks up at a photo of her sister clipped to her visor, gets out and walks over ]
Urwiller: On my damn cellphone. Sorry.

♪ My time is coming, coming soon

Serry: License and registration, please.
Urwiller: I’m sorry.
Serry: License and registration.
[ Urwiller leans over to reach the glove compartment. Officer Serry points her gun ]
Samar: Aram, we have eyes. There’s a unit on scene now. Notify Annapolis Police and get cars there right away.
Aram: Copy that.
[ Urwiller turns to see Officer Serry pointing her gun at him ]
Urwiller: Whoa! What are you doing?!
[ Siren wailing, Samar and Liz’s pulls up ]

♪ Ah, ooh, yeah
Ah, ooh, yeah

Liz: FBI! Drop your weapon! Put the gun down. I’m not gonna warn you again.

My time is coming, coming
My time is coming, coming soon

Red: Adika! How was your flight in?
Adika: Bumpy as hell. Are you trying to kill us all?
Red: Well, I picked the site for its magnificent views. Levi, you look well.
Tom: Any chance we can untie me?
[ Adika’s man releases him ]
Red: Adika, I appreciate the good faith. And if your merchandise is as good as I hear, there’s no end to what you and I could–
[ Birds chirping, including one call with a clear bell-like tone ]
Adika: What is it?
Red: Shh.
[ The unusual bell-like bird call repeats ]
Red: You hear that? There it is again.
Adika: I don’t hear anything.
[ Bird call repeats ]
Red: A piping plover. Their breeding grounds are along coastal beaches and alkali marshes, so to hear that bell-like call from a shorebird this far inland – my gosh, poor little fella must be lost.
Adika: Do you want to talk birds or guns?
[ Tom opens crate of guns, takes out a rifle and slaps in a clip ]
[ Plover calls ] [ Tom tests the rifle 💥💥 💥💥 ] [ Chirping stops ]
Tom: Impressive.
Red: Not if you’re a lonely little plover.
Adika: The other five crates are in the jet. .50 caliber and 3Gs, as discussed.
Red: Dembe, if you could please grab Mr. Buhari’s payment. Levi, you look fit. You can help me load the merchandise.
[ Sirens wail as vehicles approach ]
Red: Adika, what the hell have you done?
— ATF! Everybody on the ground!
— ATF! Get on the ground!
— Let me see your hands! I said hands!
— Get on the ground now! I said don’t move!
[ Along with Adika and his men, Red and Tom kneel, hands behind their heads ]
Tom: [ To Red ] Nice work, Chief.
— Hands!

[ Indistinct conversation ] [ Police radio chatter ]
[ Ressler pulls up in the Chrysler from the pound ]
Liz: Nice ride.
Ressler: Guy I was helping out – it belongs to him.
Liz: Okay. Why are you driving it?
Ressler: Turns out he killed a guy, stuck him in the trunk. I’m dumping the body for him.
Samar: Officer Serry won’t talk.
Ressler: Aram told me that the Waterday CEO is dead. But, more than likely, he had an accomplice.
Samar: And, for all we know, is soliciting more cops. If we can get to Serry, we might be able to put an end to this.
Ressler: Mind if I take a run at her?
Liz: Why not – one crooked cop to the next? Maybe you can bond over the body in your trunk.
Samar: There’s a body in the trunk?
Liz: Hurry up before it gets ripe!

[ Ressler walks over to Officer Serry, leans against a car ]
Serry: I told her I wanted a lawyer. I’m not answering any questions.
Ressler: A Mongolian peasant gets brought into an office, where an important man offers him a million dollars on one condition that he press the red button on his desk. And he tells the poor man that if he presses the button, an old man in Mongolia drops dead. Now, he won’t tell him why, only that his death is good for the people. So he pushes the button, takes the money, and goes home. But he’s haunted by what he did. He can’t spend any of the money, and eventually, he commits suicide. A man recently told me that story. Said we all have a Mongolian peasant in our lives – something we’ve done that we’re ashamed of and that the minute someone finds out what that is, well, he can make you do anything. Say anything. Confess to anything. Either to cover it up or to atone.
Officer Serry: She said the target was sick–
Ressler: She? Your contact was a woman?
Serry: –that he didn’t have long to live – that if I did it, I’d have money to take care of my sister. So I pushed the red button.
Ressler: Do you have a name? Some way to contact her?

[ Cellphone ringing ]
Rebecca Thrall: Yes?
Officer Serry: I didn’t do it.
Thrall: We had an agreement.
Serry: I know. I just I couldn’t.
Thrall: Couldn’t or wouldn’t? You know what? There’s still time. I’m just not comfortable talking on the phone. Can we meet somewhere?
Serry: You want to meet? Okay. Where?

[ Tom and Red are loaded into the back of an ATF wagon. Adika and his men are loaded into another. Adika and Red exchange glances ]
Tom: You know, I told Liz that I didn’t want to do this – that I wanted no part of it. But she insisted that we work things out.
Red: Women.
Tom: And now we’re going to prison. I’m going away to prison because of you. And the only saving grace is that you will be even further away, buried in the hold of a ship somewhere in the Indian Ocean. And Liz will finally be rid of you.
Red: And here I was thinking she had finally made peace with me.
Tom: She had – because she’s kind and decent and she sees the best in people – even when she’s being lied to.
Red: You’re certainly living proof of that.
Tom: I’m an open book compared to you. I know you swear you never lie to her, but I know better.
Red: Do you now?
Tom: Yeah. I do.

[ Rebecca Thrall pulls into a garage where a police vehicle is parked. Her engine shuts off ]
Liz: It’s her. SWAT Commander, target is on site. We move on my go.
[ Thrall walks over to the police car, a gun to her side. She aims through the glass at the driver ]
[ 💥💥💥 💥💥] [ The shots crack the glass but do not pierce it ]
Ressler: Ah. Bulletproof glass. Good to see you again, Ms Thrall.

[ Smokey, dressed in ATF gear, lets Red and Tom out of the wagon ]
Red: If you’re gonna leave me locked up with someone, perhaps it could be a redhead with a nice smile and a friendly demeanor.
Tom: Who the hell is this guy?
Smokey: Sorry it took so long. Once I knew Humberto had your African friend and his chums in transpo, I stopped for some Bengay ointment. Think I overdid it with my back.
Red: I use Epsom salt baths.
Tom: These guys work for you? I thought I was going to jail – that I was never gonna see my family again. You’re telling me this whole thing was about getting some guns?
Red: Not just guns. [ Indicates the parked plane ] A man needs to travel, and when traveling, I like to stretch out a little.
Tom: That Buhari thug could’ve killed me if this had gone wrong.
Red: Tom, if I wanted to get rid of you, I’d put the bullet in your head myself. However, you are important to Elizabeth, so, like it or not, you’re important to me.
[ Red pats Tom on the cheek ]
Red: There’s a piping plover out here somewhere. Have either of you heard it?

[ Brand New’s ♪ “Lit Me Up” plays ]
Cooper: I understand you stumbled your way into a new jet.
Red: Yes! I can’t wait to get airborne. This is the longest I’ve been grounded in some time. But not to worry, Harold, it’s a two-for-one special this week – You not only get Miss Rebecca Thrall, you also get that despicable African gunrunner your agency has been hunting for years. I need you to arrange for him to be taken into FBI custody directly from my people.
Cooper: You still have people?
Red: I make friends easily.
Cooper: And this gunrunner. Buhari. Did he happen to have any guns?
[ Dembe uncrates the shipment of guns in the presence of the Rivera Gang ]
Red: Not this time. We mustn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

♪ It’s where you live, but you don’t know how it’s built

Liz: I know he can be terrible sometimes, but come on – elephants?
Tom: [ Sighs ]
Liz: That sounds at least amusing.
Tom: Yeah, for him, maybe. I- [ Scoffs ] I was taken hostage, all right? He could’ve gotten me killed. I cannot believe that you are related to him. [ Whispering ] Because he’s a nutjob.
Liz: Nutjob or not, he is my father. And I I appreciate you offering to help him. Means the world to me. Thanks. [ Cellphone ringing ] Okay. They need me. Um – I’ll see you in a bit.
Tom: Okay.
[ Liz leaves ]

♪ It lit me up

[ Tom’s Cellphone beeps ]
Tom: Nik.
Nik: McGee just called. Said he was able to extract DNA from a tooth.
Tom: Well, that’s great. Nik –

♪ It lit me up

Tom: Thank you. Look, just, uh let me know the minute you know more.
[ Tom closes the door. Red looks ]

♪ Something’s stirring in a deep Atlantic trench
Doesn’t forget the thousand years
Before it slept
It’s the beast, it’s my heart, it’s open

[ Ressler is watching through the soundproof glass at Officer McGillis being interrogated ]
[ Red walks up ]
Red: You know, Donald, before I turned myself in to the FBI, I held people like you in extremely low regard.
Ressler: Right back at you.
Red: But I’ve found your determination to do the right thing, your genuine commitment to the thin blue line that separates order and innocence from the likes of me to be quite admirable.
Ressler: Why are you telling me this?
Red: I want you to know you can count on me if you ever find yourself in as difficult position as Officer McGinnis has put himself in.
Ressler: Never gonna happen.
Red: Nevertheless, my offer stands.

♪ It lit me up

Red: For the day I hope will never come.

♪ … It lit me up

♪ It lit me up like a rag soaked in gasoline
In the neck of a bottle breaking right at my feet
It lit me up and I burn from the inside out …

[ Prescott walks up to Ressler in a parking garage ]
Ressler: Who was he?
Prescott: Who was who? All you did was get a car out of impound. And you’ll be getting your next assignment real soon.

♪ It was a good dream

[ Engine starts ]

[ Insects chirping ]
[ Red and Dembe are camping out drinking beers near the plane by the improvised landing strip. Hot dogs are on the grill ]
Dembe: She’s a nice plane, Raymond.
Red: No fuel and no pilot, but a plane of our own.
Dembe: [ Sighs ] I like it out here. It’s peaceful.
[ Michael Kiwanuke’s ♪ “Home Again” plays ]
[ Glen appears ]
Glen: [ Loudly ] I’m telling you the mosquitos out here are the size of birds! Agh!
Red: Glen, you came for your money, which has been returned in full and while I’m deeply grateful for what you’ve done, you’re perfectly welcome to go.
Glen: Nah, I know what it’s like to feel alone, partner. Ahh. Denbee. Want another dog?
Dembe: No, thank you.
Glen: Well, I don’t mind if I do.

♪ Moving on
Moving on

[ Glen takes a hot dog, farts, groans ]
Glen: Excuse me. That’s right mosquitos or not, I’m afraid we’ll be sleeping with the door to the jet open tonight, boys.
[ Glen sits next to Red ]
[ Red smiles wanly, gives Glen a beer. They lift their drinks to each other ]

♪ Many times I’ve been told
All this talk will make you old

♪ So I close my eyes
Look behind
Moving on
Moving on

[ Red pats Glen on the back ]

♪ So I close my eyes
Look behind
Moving on

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Episode Songs


♫ My Time Is Comin’
By Marc Scibilia

(unavailable as of 10/13/2017)

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/^
YouTube: https://youtu.be/^


♫ Lit Me Up
By Brand New

♪ It’s where you live, but you don’t know how it’s built
If we’re just dust, then it doesn’t matter who you kill
Don’t cut me up and tell me that it’s okay
Just turn it off ’cause I don’t care anyway

♪ It lit me up
It lit me up
It lit me up
It lit me up

♪ Something’s stirring in a deep Atlantic trench
Doesn’t forget the thousand years before it slipped
It’s the beast, it’s my heart, it’s so brave
Dive down into its unit in its head

♪ It lit me up
It lit me up
It lit me up
It lit me up

♪ It lit me up like a torch on a pitch black night
Like an ember in the needles of a dried out pine
It lit me up and I burn from the inside out
Yeah, I burn like a witch in a Puritan town
It lit me
It lit me

♪ When I grow up I want to be a heretic
I want to climb over the wall ’cause I’m not on the list
I want to put my hands to work ’til the work’s done
I want to open up my heart like the ocean

♪ It lit me up
It lit me up
It lit me up
It lit me up

♪ It lit me up like a rag soaked in gasoline
In the neck of the bottle breaking right at my feet
It lit me up and I burned from the inside out
Yeah, I burned like a witch in a Puritan town
It lit me
It was a good dream

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2gCb0ml
YouTube: https://youtu.be/U95Ed4dmZn4


♫ Home Again
By Michael Kiwanuka

♪ Home again, home again
One day I know I’ll feel home again
Born again, born again
One day I know I’ll feel strong again

♪ I left my head
Many times I’ve been told
All this talk will make you old

♪ So I close my eyes, look behind
Moving on, moving on
So I close my eyes, look behind
Moving on

♪ Lost again, lost again
One day I know our paths will cross again
Smile again, smile again
One day I hope to make you smile again
I won’t hide

♪ Many times I’ve been told
Speak your mind, just be bold

♪ So I close my eyes, look behind
Moving on, moving on
So I close my eyes

♪ All the tears will clear
Then I feel no fear
Then I’d feel no way
My paths will remain straight

♪ Home again, home again
One day I know I’ll feel home again
Born again, born again
One day I know I’ll feel strong again

♪ I left my head
Many times I’ve been told
All this talk will make you old

♪ So I close my eyes, look behind
Moving on, moving on
So I close my eyes, look behind
Moving on

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2hEoGwJ
YouTube: https://youtu.be/kJ4s3G7hgR4

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🔴 Script: 5:4 The Endling (№ 44)

Program air date: 10/18/2017 in the US
Full Script Permalink: http://wp.me/pDKwi-5ZE
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Director: Michael Watkins
Written by: Noah Schechter



⭕ Script 5:4 The Endling (№ 44)

Brief: Creating scarcity to drive up prices takes a deadly turn as a mother’s love is tested. Red seeks new “business ventures” while Nik finds himself sucked inexorably into Tom’s, Liz’s and Red’s orbits.

[ A horse ranch in Cork, Ireland ]
Malloy: Remarkable, isn’t he? Perfect limbs. Plenty of bone. Like God’s own racehorse.
Nirah: Extraordinary. Tell me about the stud fees.
Malloy: 150,000 euros a mare. 150 mares a year. Bit early to put him out to stud, if you ask me. Truth is, Fitz stands to make more on the stables than on the racetrack. I know 150K is a pretty penny, but your mare won’t find a better match.
[ Malloy lights his pipe ] [ Nirah opens a flask and offers it to him ]
Nirah: I agree.
[ alt-J’s ♪ “Fitzpleasure” plays ]

♪ Tra la, la-tra la, tra-ah, la

Nirah: [ Chuckles ] To Fitzpleasure.
Malloy: To Fitz. Sláinte.

♪ Tra-ah, la

Malloy: Unfair, really. Stallions get the prestige, but breeding a quality racehorse is as much about the dam as the sire.

♪ Tra la, la-tra, la, tra-ah
In your snatch fits pleasure

Malloy: What have you done?
[ Malloy seizes and collapses ]

♪ Broom-shaped pleasure

[ Nirah kicks the lit pipe into the hay, then strokes the race horse ]
Nirah: You’re a beautiful creature. Too beautiful for this world.
[ The straw starts to flame ] [ Horse whinnies ]
Nirah: It’ll all be over soon.

♪ Tra la la
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh
Blended by the lights

[ Horse whinnies ] [ Nirah leaves the stable as the flames engulf it ]

Tom: Hey, you want to grab, uh, lunch?
Liz: Yeah. There’s a burger place in Adams Morgan I’ve been wanting to try.
Tom: Lunch sounds so–
Liz: I believe the word you’re looking for is “amazing.”
Tom: Yeah, completely amazing, but, like, something parents would do.
[ Tom’s cellphone ringing ]
Liz: Oh! Yeah. If either of us had even remotely normal parents.
Tom: Now, that’s the word I was looking for. Lunch sounds so completely normal.
[ Cellphone ringing; Tom goes to answer it ]
Tom: You know I love normal.
Liz: Someone’s really trying to get ahold of you.
Tom: I know. Sorry. [ Into phone: ] Hello?
Nik: Pete called. He ran a search on the DNA from the bones.
Tom: Uh, sorry, not interested.
Nik: Not interested? Oh, right. Liz is there.
Tom: Look, you shouldn’t call this early. [ To Liz: ] Telemarketer.
Liz: They’re not supposed to be calling us.
Nik: Look, Pete wants to meet. His apartment. 2:00.
Liz: [ Loudly, so the caller will hear ] Hey, we’re on the no-call list. What you’re doing is illegal.
Nik: She’s right. It is. And I can’t believe I let the two of you rope me into it.
[ Cellphones beep ]
Liz: At lunch no calls, no interruptions.
Tom: Agreed. Just you and me being normal.
Liz: Yeah.
[ Liz’s cellphone buzzes. Call: Nick’s Pizza ]
Liz: Reddington?

[ A small colonial in the countryside. Red and Dembe are playing Bananagrams ]
Liz: Nice upgrade from the no-tell motel. Can you afford it?
Red: It’s a three-day rental Dembe found through some online site. Something b-n-b? Are you familiar with such a thing?
Liz: Uh, me and a billion other people.
Red: They match hosts who want to rent out their homes with guests who want to rent them and get a commission from each one. It’s a license to print money. The renters never have to meet the owners. The Robinsons simply put my key in a lockbox outside. Completely anonymous.
Red: “Peel.” Ah! Great ideas are like great athletes – efficient, elegant, powerful. I’m aroused by both and mourn the death of either.
[ Red shows Liz a newspaper article ]
Liz: [ Reads aloud ] “Champion racehorse and trainer die in stable fire.”
Red: Fitzpleasure was the greatest European racehorse in a generation. His stud price was set at 150,000 euros, but he only covered a single mare before the fire. One. Which is why I know he was murdered.
Dembe: “Peel.”
Liz: It doesn’t say anything here about murder or arson.
Red: In horse breeding, genes are everything, and Fitzpleasure had the best ones. His owners stood to make millions spreading his seed. Now he’s dead, and another owner is conveniently positioned to reap the windfall. The owner of Fitzpleasure’s only offspring.
Dembe: “Bananas.”
Red: What? No. “Pot,” “mustard,” “satchel” – What’s that? Q-I? Qi?
Dembe: Chur.
Red: [ Laughing ] Oh, come on!
Dembe: It means “life force.”
Red: Honestly. You’re like one of those extraordinary children who knows how to spell “onomatopoeia.”
Liz: But even he couldn’t spell out why a horse killer is on the Blacklist.
Red: The last white rhino, the final dodo bird – the only surviving member of a group or species is called an endling. You’re not looking for a horse killer, Elizabeth, you’re in search of the endling himself – the nom de plume of the legendary creator of one-of-a-kind items.

[ The Post Office ]
Liz: » Baghdad, 2015. An RPG took down a private plane carrying one of the only two known statues of the Sumerian goddess Inanna. Four crew members were killed in the crash, leaving the only other statue in private hands.
» Turkey, 2016. A nursery cultivating a unique species of drought-resistant barley was stolen and three botanists were murdered.
Samar: The genetic profile used to create the seed was taken and all but one of the samples destroyed, giving the new owner a virtual monopoly on the next harvest.
Liz: Reddington believes her next target is on U.S. soil.
Cooper: “Her”?
Ressler: Well, according to the report from the Irish authorities, the trainer who died in the fire, he had a visitor just before the incident – woman of Middle Eastern descent, early 30s, going by the alias Alicia Grey.
Cooper: The best way to find her is by talking to the people who benefit from her actions Fitzpleasure’s sole offspring. Do we know the owner?
Aram: Yep. Caleb Hess – CEO of an international security contracting firm based in Hanover, Maryland.

Caleb Hess: Yes, I benefited from the tragedy.
Ressler: Your horse tripled in value overnight. That’s not a benefit. That’s a windfall.
Hess: Call it what you like. It’s still a tragedy I had nothing to do with.
Samar: We reviewed your company’s financial statements. You have quite a bit of debt. You can’t pay your creditors.
Hess: We’re having issues, yes, but I don’t see what that has–
Ressler: We know the woman that you hired used the alias Alicia Grey. What’s her real name?
Hess: I don’t know because I didn’t hire–
Ressler: You’re the largest shareholder, and when your stock nosedives, so does your savings. Now, this is a tough position to be in for someone who sees themselves as a provider – the person who takes care of the family.
Samar: And that’s how you see yourself, isn’t it, Mr. Hess? It’s why you transferred ownership of your prized thoroughbred to your son just days after the unfortunate incident with Fitzpleasure sent the value of his new asset through the roof. You may be headed towards bankruptcy, but it seems your son is wealthier than ever.
Hess: I transferred an asset to my child for estate-tax reasons. There’s nothing illegal in that.
Ressler: No, there is not, but it is illegal to conspire to murder a racehorse. And when we find out you did that, which we will, as well as your son benefiting from that windfall, we will go after him as a co-conspirator.
Hess: You leave my son out of this.
Ressler: Sure. As soon as you tell us what we need to know.
Samar: The woman – who is she?
Hess: She never said anything about murder. All she said was that she could increase my foal’s value. She didn’t say how.
Samar: How did you contact her?
Hess: I didn’t. She came to me.
Ressler: So, how did you pay her?
Hess: She didn’t want money. She wanted information.
Ressler: What kind of information?
Hess: Security protocols we put in place for the daughter of a king.
Samar: Who is she?
Hess: Princess Sonya of Montenegro. My firm trained her team years ago. She’ll have at least four bodyguards working in coordination with local law enforcement. She uses aliases, decoy vehicles, and books an entire floor wherever she’s staying.

[ Cellphone rings, beeps ]
Dr Felix Dresner: Dresner.
Nirah: Where are we at?
Dr Dresner: Uh, the numbers are improving to hit our targets.
Nirah: Good. Prepare station three. I should have an addition soon.

Cooper: What does the endling want with European royalty?
Liz: The princess is the sole heir to the throne. If she dies, the royal family dies with her.
Cooper: Who benefits from that?
Liz: According to the State Department, King Jovan and his daughter instituted reforms that were unpopular with the country’s hard-liners.
Cooper: So the princess’ death means the end of the king’s line and a win for the reactionaries.
Aram: Okay, according to the Diplomatic Security Service, Princess Sonya is here in DC to deliver a speech at the UNESCO Conference, and she has a room block at the Greylock Hotel in downtown DC under the name Elise Wolf.
Cooper: Aram, alert hotel security. Ressler, Samar, Keen get to that hotel now.

[ The Greylock Hotel ]
Princess: [ Rehearsing her speech ] “of all the long-standing”
Guard: [ Speaks Serbian ]
Princess Sonya: [ Speaks Serbian ]

[ Room Service delivers a car with a bottle of Champagne ]
Nirah: Perfect. Please come in.

Donald Ressler, FBI.
Tom Campbell: Tom Campbell, Head of Security. We spoke on the phone. Ms. Wolf has the entire 15th floor.
Ressler: What’s the fastest way there? Main elevator. South hall.
Liz: Go. I’ll keep an eye on surveillance. I’m gonna need access to your security feeds.

[ Nirah exits her room with the cart, wearing the uniform of the Room Service woman, who lies unconscious on the floor ]

[ Elevator bell dings ]
Security: End of the hall. Suite 1550.
[ Ressler and Samar enter the Princess’s suite. Her guards react ]
Guard: Hey, wait a minute. What’s going on?
Ressler: [ Flashes his badge ] Agent Donald Ressler, FBI. We’re gonna need to see your princess. There’s been a threat.
Man: Checking the stairwell now.
[ Nirah opens an electrical cabinet. A security man tries to intervene. She tases him⚡️]
[ Elevator bell dings ]
[ Liz is viewing real-time feed of hotel halls and stairwells ]
Liz: Wait. Go back. That stairwell.
[⚡️ Electricity crackles⚡️ The security feeds go blank ]
Security: Command. Command, we lost power on the 15th floor. What’s going on?
Man: There’s been a breach on floor 15.
Liz: We lost the feeds! We need to get her out of there right now!
[ Beeping ]
Samar: Back! Back! Back! Now!
[ The electrical cabinet explodes, hurtling Ressler and Samar across the hall ]
[ (Slow motion) High pitched sound. Ressler and Samar slowly recover and exit through a door ]
[ Alarm blaring ]
[ Ressler and Samar enter the room where the Princess is. Two guards point their guns at them. They duck back ]
Ressler: Don’t shoot! FBI!
Guard: I need confirmation. What’s going on?
Samar: FBI. Lower your weapons.
Princess Sonya: What’s going on?
Samar: Princess Sonya, there’s been a breach. I need you to come with us.
[ Alarm blaring; they run down the hall ]
Ressler: We’ve got the princess. We’re on the move.

[ Nirah knocks on a hotel door ]
Nirah: Ana Dewan?
Ana Dewan: Yes?
Nirah: Diplomatic security. Please come with me. The princess needs you. Please! It’s urgent!

[ Samar, Princess Sonya and others hurry through the lobby. The Princess stops ]
Samar: Are you all right?
Princess Sonya: Wait. Ana.
Samar: It’s okay. You’re safe now. Please. Please.
Princess: No. Ana. We can’t leave Ana.

[ A car awaits ]
Nirah: Hurry. Please hurry. Get in.
[ Ana gets into the back seat. Nirah tases her ⚡️]

Pete McGee: I was able to pull a sample off the bones and run a DNA sequence, which, when you think about it, is pretty remarkable considering the–
Tom: Did you get a name?
Pete: No. None of the databases I searched had a match.
Tom: Even the federal DNA database?
Pete: CODIS is a two-step process, and I can’t get past step one. I can run the search remotely which is super illegal but that will only get you a match. To get an identity, you need a Fed to authorize the request.
Tom: So, you can know the bones match someone in the system, but you can’t get the name of that someone without an FBI agent signing off.
Pete: Which ain’t gonna happen.
Nik: Whatever you’re thinking–
Tom: I could just take her credentials.
Nik: Stop thinking it.
Tom: She doesn’t even have to know.
Nik: That’s a terrible idea.
Pete: An ID would work.

[ Ana Dewan lies on a hospital bed, unconscious ]
Dr Dresner: So, I’ve started her on Epogen, B12, testosterone. If she responds like the others, I’ll have her up to the desired volume soon.
Nirah: Alert your team. I want them ready when I return.

[ Red is up late, eating out of a jar of peanut butter, when he hears clatter. He observes two men enter the house he is renting. He gently knocks on Dembe’s door. Dembe appears. Red holds up two fingers ]
[ Dembe easily subdues the two men ]
Red: Hello, there.
Dembe: Somebody knows we’re here.
Red: Pity. I was just starting to feel at home.

[ Red confronts one of the two men ]
Red: I need a name. The person who hired you.
Sven: No one. We weren’t hired.
Red: Proverbs 21, verse 10 – Solomon’s dissertation on the wicked and the company they keep. Do you know it?
Sven: Proverbs?
Red: Stirs up more passion than any other verse we study in Talmud class. “There is no honor among thieves.” I disagree. A few thieves have been among the most honorable men I have ever known. What about you – Sven – are you an honorable man?
Sven: Uh- yeah. I think so. Hmm.
Red: Let’s put that to the test, shall we?
[ Dembe, flashing the brass knuckles on his right hand, goes into a nearby room ]
[ Sounds of beating, groaning ]
Red: I need a name.
Sven: The Mailman. That’s all I know. Nash talked to him. The Mailman sent us.

[ In the bathroom, Nash lies in a tub of water, his head submerged, with only two straws to breathe ]
Red: I do like a nice, long soak, don’t you?
[ They let Nash raise his head ]
Nash: [ Gasping ]
Red: The Mailman. Where can we find him?

[ The Post Office ]
Cooper: I know this is a very difficult time for you, but understanding why Ana was targeted is our best chance of getting her back safely. Can you think of any reason why someone would target your assistant instead of you?
Princess Sonya: Ana isn’t my assistant. She’s– It’s hard to describe what she is. I’m pregnant. My child will be second in line to the throne. If something happens to me while I’m pregnant, if I need emergency surgery, Ana was here to provide a transfusion.
Cooper: Why not get one at a hospital?
Princess: I have Lutheran B-negative blood. It’s a rare type. There’s no guarantee they would have it.
Samar: But Ana does. That’s why you keep her around? She’s a walking blood bank?
Princess: Actually, Ana and I don’t have the same blood type.

Cooper: You’re telling me seven people in the world have Ana’s blood type? Seven? Out of 7 billion?
Aram: Incredible, right? That is why it is known as golden blood.
Samar: I understand that it’s rare, but not why it would be valuable to someone like the princess.
Aram: Okay. So, 99% of us have high-prevalence antigens in our blood. If the ones who don’t receive a transfusion from the ones who do, the incompatibility can prove fatal. So, finding a donor for people with rare blood types, like the princess, is super difficult. And if they’re in a crisis, I can only imagine it would be a desperate race against the clock.
Ressler: And golden blood is compatible with the princess’ blood type.
Aram: With any rare blood types. It is the only known universal donor which, obviously, makes its life-saving capabilities enormous.
Ressler: Yeah, when there were seven. Imagine if the endling kills all but one.
Samar: The sole survivor’s blood would be worth a king’s ransom.
Aram: And, according to the Rare Blood Database, two have gone missing within the last three months.
Cooper: Does the database list the locations of any other golden bloods?
Aram: In this country, I see one. Ethan Isaacs, currently in the ICU at DC Mercy Hospital.
Cooper: Samar, Ressler get there.

[ At a Post Office, Red waits in line. His “WANTED” posted is pinned to the wall ]
Tony: Next. Next!
Woman: He’s ready for you.
Red: My apologies. That last one on the right [ referring to the “WANTED” poster ], I’ve see him somewhere.
Woman: So have I.
Red: Have you? And where was that?
Woman: In my dreams. I have a weakness for bad boys.
Red: [ Chuckles ]

[ Red steps up to the counter ]
Red: I received two unexpected packages at my residence last night.
Tony: Did you bring the packages with you, sir?
Red: I’m afraid they’re rather large.
[ Red shows him a photo of Sven and Nash ]
Red: They said The Mailman sent them. Imagine my surprise when I realized they meant an actual mailman.
Tony: Yeah. I got no idea who they are.
Red: Let me refresh your memory – they’re the men you sent to kill me.
Tony: Yeah. Sure thing, Pops. Whatever you say. You know, I got a nice roll of stamps for you.
They have Calvin and Hobbes on them. Why don’t you take those?
Red: You don’t know who I am?
Tony: Yeah. You’re a pain in my ass.
Red: But you sent them to my house. Why?
Tony: Okay. Is this a joke? That’s– Yes. Janet from circulation sent you here to yank my chain, right?
Red: I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.
Tony: Now, listen, pal. I don’t know nothing about you or your houseguests. And the only person I want to kill is my podiatrist for having my orthotics on backorder. $59.98.
[ Red turns and leaves ]

[ At Mercy Hospital, Nirah greets Ethan Isaacs’ parents. She is dressed in a nurse’s uniform ]
Dana Isaacs: [ To Nirah ] Alma, hey. Ethan was hoping he’d see you before we take him home.
Nirah: How’s he doing?
John Isaacs: Kid’s a fighter, but, um there’s nothing more the doctors can do but make him comfortable.
Nirah: Yeah. I know. I heard.
Dana: He’s always hated hospitals, so– This way he can be in his room, with us.
Nirah: That’s right. That’s right.
[ Nirah and Dana hug ]
Nirah: So, the nurses on four made me promise that I would bring Ethan by before he left. So, why don’t you finish up here and come down? They have cake.
[ Both chuckle ]

[ At Ethan’s bedside ]
Nirah: [ Whispers ] Hey, kiddo. [ Ethan nods ]Do you want to get out of here? Yeah? Do you want to go home? Okay. Okay.
[ Elevator Bell rings ]
Ressler: Agent Ressler, FBI. We’re looking for Ethan Isaacs.
John Isaacs: What’s wrong? What does the FBI want with our son?
Samar: We have reason to believe that Ethan is being targeted for abduction.
John Isaacs: There must be some mistake.
Samar: Where is he?
Dana Isaacs: He’s in his room with a nurse. Alma said there was gonna be a goodbye party on the fourth floor.
[ They check: Nathan’s bed is empty ]
Ressler: Start lockdown procedure now. Go!

[ Nirah and Nathan get in a car ]
Nathan: Where are we, Alma? Where’s my mommy?
Nirah: Sweetheart, please. Just get some rest.
[ Engine starts ]

[ Tony (the Mailman) gets in his car ]
[ Engine won’t turn over, sputters ] [ Red gets in the passenger seat ]
Red: [ Sighs, leans over to unlock the hood ]
[ Dembe works on the engine ]
Tony: Oh! Hey, come on. What are you doing?
Red: When I was 17 and heading off to the Naval Academy, I sent the most extravagant love letter to Sarah Ellen Winstead. She never replied. To this day, I remain convinced that the post office failed to deliver it, and that if your colleagues had simply done their jobs, the entire arc of my life might have been different. I might have been thinner and living in Maine.
[ Hood slams ]
Tony: You do realize that harassing a federal employee is a felony, right?
Red: I’ll add it to the list.
[ Dembe gets in ]
Red: Drive.
[ Engine starts.]

[ Liz arrives at the outdoor burger place in Adams Morgan where Tom is waiting at a picnic table. He gets up to greet her ]
Liz: [ On phone ] 8:00 would be great. Uh-huh. Oh, I’m sorry – last name Keen. Thank you.
Tom: You planning a hot date?
Liz: Cascabel.
Tom: Oh, I love Cascabel’s.
Liz: I know. We’re going for dinner tonight.
[ They hug. Tom slips his hand in Liz’s purse and takes out her badge ]
Tom: What do you mean? You can’t stay for lunch?
Liz: No. I’m sorry. I got a call in the parking lot. It was Aram. He said we had a break in the case.
[ They sit across from each other at a picnic table ]
Tom: You don’t have to explain.
Liz: Ugh! Look at those chickens and the burgers and the fries! [ Sighs ]
[ Tom photographs Liz’s badge ]
Liz: [ Tastes Tom’s soda pop ] Mmm. Root beer. Come on. I should just be able to have lunch with my husband like a normal person.
Tom: Yeah, well, you are not a normal person. You don’t have a normal job, and that’s okay, ’cause that’s what I love about you.
Liz: You said you loved normal.
Tom: Well, I did. And I do. But normal. Abnormal. Deviant. Whatever you are, I love – except hurt, all right? So go save the day, catch the bad guy, whatever you got to do. Just don’t get yourself shot.
Liz: Okay.
Tom: Hey! Can I get one more of those?
[ They hug again. Tom slips Liz’s badge back into her purse ]
[ Liz turns and starts to leave ]
Tom: Cascabel’s at 8:00. You’re buying.
Liz: Hey – deviant.
Tom: It’s a big turn-on.

Aram: All right, after reviewing Ethan’s medical file, I found something interesting. Prior to 2011, it’s blank.
Samar: How can that be? He’s nine?
Liz: Because Ethan Isaacs wasn’t always Ethan Isaacs.
Aram: Exactly. The Isaacs adopted Ethan in 2010 through an NGO that briefly brought Syrian children to the U.S. Ethan Isaacs was born Shahir Ahmad in 2008 in Dahar, Syria, to this woman – Nirah Ahmad.
Samar: Ethan was taken by his mother.
Aram: And adoption records indicate that she has the same rare blood type as her son. And in a war-torn country like Syria, she must’ve known that a golden blood has almost no chance of surviving a traumatic injury.
Ressler: Well, if the mother’s a golden blood, then she’s also at risk. So, why didn’t she leave with her son?
Aram: To fight for her country. She was an active member of the Free Syrian Army until she disappeared in 2014.
Liz: Right after Ethan got sick.
Ressler: Three months before her first attack.
Cooper: Where are we on locating her?
Aram: When I ran her photo against the images taken from the traffic cams near the hospital, I found this.
[ Photo of Nirah and Nathan in car ]
Samar: Do we have an ID on the driver?
Aram: I am still working on that.
Ressler: According to his file, Ethan has progressive idiopathic myocarditis. Now, the procedure that could save his life would require transfusions of golden blood that the hospital just couldn’t provide. Ethan was being sent home to die.
Liz: Instead, his mother kidnapped him.
Samar: After kidnapping two other golden bloods.
Liz: We’ve been looking at this all wrong. She’s not kidnapping them to create an endling, she’s doing it so that they’ll have enough golden blood to perform the procedure.
Aram: And it’s not just the blood she’ll need. Myocarditis requires a heart transplant. And in order for his body not to reject it, the heart needs to come from another golden blood.
Cooper: Pull everything DHS has on Nirah Ahmad phone records, passports, known associates. Get into her life. Aram, widen the CCT grid and see if we can’t get a hit on that car. I want this woman found before she starts butchering people to save her son.

[ Singing softly in native language ]
Ethan: Where are we?
Nirah: Some place safe, habibi.
Ethan: I want my mommy.
Nirah: I’m right here, my darling. And when this is all over, I’ll explain everything to you, okay? I promise. All you need to know is I did everything to protect you.
[ Humming ]

Pete McGee: I don’t suppose you’re gonna tell me how you managed to get this.
Tom: How long till you ID the bones?
Pete: Way you’re all lathered up, you’d think we were looking at the bones of Osama bin Laden.
Tom: Just let me know the minute you get something, all right?
Pete: I get it.

Red: I have enemies. People who want to kill me. Why is not your concern. What matters is that, when it comes to my security, I take extraordinary precautions. Tigger and Pooh violated those precautions at your direction. I assumed it was to kill me. If it wasn’t, I need you to tell me why they did it.
Tony: It wasn’t to kill you. When people go away, they put their mail on hold, right? We keep a list – it’s a hold list of who’s away and how long they’re gonna be away for. And then, while they’re gone, we rob them. That’s it. I know their correspondence. I know what magazines they subscribe to. Based on that, maybe their area code. You know, I can guesstimate the value of the items inside the house.
Red: How extensive is the list?
Tony: I-It covers the city and the surrounding suburbs.
Red: But it could cover more.
Tony: More?
Red: The hold lists. Does every post office in the country have them?
Tony: Yeah. I suppose so.
Red: And the robbers?
Tony: I troll the dark web for interested parties. I take my commission in advance, and then I give out the address.
Red: [ Chuckling ] What a marvelous idea. Really marvelous. I mean, except, of course, when the owners rent out their homes while they’re away, but that’s a small burl in the wood we can sand down.
Tony: Wait, So you you don’t– you don’t live here?
[ Doorbell rings ]
Red: Excuse me.
Tony: And w-w-what did you mean by “we”? – Wait. Did he say “we”?

Liz: The endling’s name is Nirah Ahmad. She has a sick child who needs a heart transplant. My gut tells me that every attack she’s responsible for has been to finance this procedure. And I know for a fact that people will die if we don’t find out where that surgery is taking place.
Red: What else do you know?
Liz: Nothing. We have a photo, that’s it.
[ Liz shows Red the photo of Nirah, Nathan and the driver ]
Liz: And we don’t know black-market medicine. You do.
Red: I’ve seen him before.
Liz: Do you know where to find him?
Red: No, but I know who might. Let me grab my hat. This should be fun.

[ Doorbell rings ]
Red: Good afternoon, young lady. I’m here to pick up my labradoodle.
Receptionist: What’s the name? I don’t think we have any labradoodles in there.
Red: Her name is Edwina. She was dropped off by my dog walker, Hiram Toomey.
Receptionist: Of course. Edwina. I remember – darling dog. Right this way.
Red: Thank you.
Liz: Where are we? What is this place?
Red: The private clinic of Dr Melissa Lomay, general surgeon and owner and proprietor of Doctors Without Morals, the first choice in healthcare for the career criminal. Mm, such nimble fingers. Brings back memories.
Dr Melissa Lomay: Mm. Raymond. How’s your ass?
Red: Tight as a drum, thanks to you. We were camping in the altogether under the most delightful autumn moon in the Forest of Dean* when a wild pig [ Laughing ] came out of nowhere and gored my left flank, so to speak. And Melissa here not only slew the beast and salved my wound with a honey of–
Dr Lomay: Yarrow.
Red: –yarrow compress, but also made the most scrumptious pork pie in the monarchy.
Liz: Fascinating story, but we’re kind of in a hurry.
Dr Lomay: “We”?
Liz: Cynthia Rutherford. I’ve hired Mr. Reddington to find someone.
Red: One of your employees – Dr. Felix Dresner, if I’m remembering correctly.
Dr Lomay: He’s on a job.
Liz: Where?
Dr Lomay: You know I can’t give out that kind of information.
Red: [ Hushed voice ] Melissa, while I appreciate your desire to protect the good doctor, he is a liability. Miss Rutherford isn’t the only one looking for him. The police are, as well. Help me find him before they do and I’ll cauterize the wound so nothing bleeds back to you.
Dr Lomay: What has he done?
Red: The less you know, the better. We simply need a location.

Aram: Okay, hold on. I think I may have just figured this out. Okay, the street address you gave me was zoned as a zoological research facility, but construction was put on hold due to this ongoing court battle. However, if I’m reading these permits right, it looks like the only section of the facility that was okayed was the second story. Agents Ressler and Samar are en route, maybe 10 minutes out.

[ Red, Liz and Dembe beat Ressler and Samar to the clandestine operating room ]
[ Ana Dewan and Nathan are under anesthesia as the surgery is about to begin ]
[ Surgical saw whirs ] [ Guns drawn ]
Liz: Step away from the tables! Hands! Everyone, hands where I can see them!
[ Nirah also draws a gun ]
Nirah: No. No. Keep going.
Liz: I know you’re trying to save your son, but I can’t let you hurt these people in order to do it.
Nirah: I will not let him die.
Liz: You’re gonna have to let us take him home.
Nirah: His home is with me. I gave him up once. I will not give him up again.
Liz: The hospital, then.
Nirah: You know the hospital can’t help.
Red: I know someone who can.
Liz: [ Whispers ] What are you talking about?
Red: Is there a force in the universe more powerful than a mother’s love for her child? The miracles of modern medicine pale in comparison. Can be life-saving. But not here. Not now. The next people who come storming in here will be throwing you all in paddy wagons. The best chance your son has is if we leave. Now.
Nirah: Leave?
Red: Dr. Dresner can stay to care for the others.
Nirah: No. Without the doctor or a viable heart, we can’t–
Red: I know.–
Nirah: We can’t.
Red: I’m asking the impossible for you to trust a complete stranger with the well-being of your son. But if you stay here, the authorities will take him and he will die. Please. Trust me.

Liz: Three patients for emergency evac.
Ressler: Keen? What’s going on? Where’s Nirah?
Liz: She and her son escaped before I got here.
Ressler: All right, I want birds in the air, units at every intersection in a two-mile radius. I want this woman found.

Red: I need your services.
Nik: No.
Red: It wasn’t a request.

Liz: We’re sorry for pulling you into this.
Nik: No, you’re not.
Liz: Okay, no. I’m not. If it means saving Ethan’s life.
Nik: You’re not sorry– you’re in this world – his world.

Nurse: The bypass machine is ready patient’s prepped. Soon as we have the donor heart, we can proceed.
Red: The heart is already here.
Nirah: [ To Nathan ] You know, the day that you were born, I was also born. [ Sobs ] It was the day I discovered the true meaning of my life was just to love and protect you forever.
[ Red pulls out his gun ]
Nik: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing? You cannot kill this woman to save that boy.
Red: Agreed. I have no intention of killing her.
[ He hands his gun to Nirah ]
Nirah: Strange – I always knew a golden blood would have to die to save his life [ Voice breaking ] but I just never imagined it would be me. [ 💥 ]
[ Thin Lizzy’s ♪ “Dancing in the Moonlight” plays
[ The operation proceeds ]

♪ When I passed you in the doorway
And you took me with a glance
Should have been on that last bus home
But I asked you for a dance

♪ Now we go steady to the pictures
I always get chocolate stains on my pants
My father’s going crazy
Says you’re living in a trance

♪ Dancing in the moonlight
It’s caught me in a spotlight
It’s all right, dancing in the moonlight
On this long hot, summer night

Nik: Clear.
[ Nik paddles the transplanted heart to beating ]

♪ Well, it’s 3:00 in the morning
And I’m on the streets again
Disobeyed another warning
I should have been home by 10:00

Liz: What’s the end game?

♪ Now I won’t get out until Sunday

Liz: Nirah sacrifices herself to save her son, and then what? There has to be an ulterior motive – otherwise, why bother?
Red: I had no veiled intent in giving you this case, just a sincere desire to stop a criminal I believed to be truly reprehensible.
Liz: Now what do you believe?
Red: That a sinner can also be a saint.
Liz: Are we still talking about Nirah?
Red: Given the same circumstances, I’d like to think I’d be as brave as her. I know I’d want to be.

Liz: How is he?
Nik: He’s alive, for now. His heart’s beating on its own. An ambulance is on its way to take him to a proper hospital. If he makes it through the night, he has a chance.
Liz: Thank God.
Red: I’m in your debt.
Nik: Can I collect on it now?
Red: Name your price.
Nik: Never call me again – either of you.
Liz: Nik – you don’t mean that.
Nik: He’s the country’s most-wanted criminal.
Liz: He’s my father.
Nik: Which excuses nothing.

Cooper: An hour ago, Ethan Isaacs was brought back to the hospital. But you already knew that, didn’t you?
Liz: Yes.
Cooper: Which means you also know Nirah Ahmad was also brought in – for an autopsy to determine who shot her in the head and transplanted her heart into her son’s body.
Liz: She shot herself.
Cooper: You lied to your partners. Told them you didn’t know where Nirah and her son were, when you not only knew where they were, you conspired with Reddington to arrange an unauthorized operation.
Liz: If I hadn’t, Ethan would be dead.
Cooper: And his mother would be alive.
Liz: A criminal died to save the life of a child. I’m okay with that.
Cooper: Who cares if you’re okay with it? You don’t get to decide who lives and who dies. Neither does Reddington. This was his idea, wasn’t it?
Liz: Yes, and I agreed with him.
Cooper: I know. And that’s what concerns me – not just now, but going forward – his influence over you.
Liz: I’m not influenced by him.
Cooper: Elizabeth, you know how much I care about you. As much as if you were my own daughter. But you’re not, you’re his, and I would be lying if I said that didn’t make me concerned.
Liz: You have no reason to be concerned.
Cooper: Maybe. But if today was any indication, I think I do. I’m watching you, Elizabeth.

Tom: Listen, man, I’ve been calling all day.
Nik: Blame your father-in-law. He and Liz pulled me into something typically insane.
Tom: They what?
Nik: Don’t worry, I didn’t mention our little secret.
Tom: Well, what about Pete? ‘Cause I’ve called four times, and I got crickets.
Nik: He’ll call when he has something.
Tom: I don’t like it. He’s got the bones. He’s got the connection to CODIS. I mean, I could practically see the dollar signs in his eyes earlier today. What if he screws us?
Nik: Look, his place is on my way home. I’ll swing by, see what’s going on. Honestly, I don’t know who’s crazier – you or her or me for helping both of you.
Tom: Just call me the minute you hear from him.
[ Cellphone beeps ]

[ Door opens ]
Liz: I am the worst. I can’t believe I missed lunch and dinner.
Tom: Don’t worry about it. It seems like you had a tough day.
Liz: Yeah. It was complicated.

Red: Anthony. Welcome back.
Tony: Look, if this is about you wanting a piece of my business–
Red: It’s not.
Tony: Okay, good.
Red: It’s about me taking over your business.
Tony: Yeah- No! No! That’s not happening!
Red: Right now, you have 100% of a business that clears maybe $50,000, $100,000 a year – maybe. I’m offering you 10% of a business that will clear 100 times that.
Tony: How you gonna do that?
Red: The value of your information isn’t in what you are able to take out of these houses, it’s in who you’re able to put in them. Reliable safe houses are incredibly hard to find and always at a premium. Instead of robbing these homes, I propose we rent them to individuals who don’t want to be found. If you can secure hold lists in every state, we’ll have a network of reliable hideouts stretching all across the country. Can you get the lists?
Tony: Yeah. I could do that. You can get the people?
Red: Only the ones willing to pay through the nose.
Tony: So, I– we are gonna be rich?
Red: Obscenely. In the meantime, what do you have available for tomorrow night?

[ Nik arrives at Pete McGee’s apartment. He knocks, but this action causes the unlocked door to open, creaking. Cautiously, Nik enters the darkened room ]
Nik: Pete?
[ Nik goes over to the computer and looks at the screen ]

Liz: I’m terrified to admit it. I don’t want to admit it. But it’s true.
Tom: No, it’s not. Look, Liz, you’re kind, and you’re decent and honest. Reddington is not decent. He’s dishonest and he’s dangerous.
Liz: Reddington and I got Nik involved in something he never should’ve been a part of.
Tom: Nik’s a big boy. He can take care of himself.

[ Someone grabs Nik from behind, choking him ]

Liz: I know he can, but ultimately, it’s my responsibility. Nik would’ve never been involved with Reddington if it weren’t for me.

[ Nik struggles but his efforts are fruitless ]

And he’s been a good friend to us and I just feel like we’re never gonna see him again. And I don’t blame him.
Tom: He’ll come around. He will. Just give him some time. It’ll be fine.

[ Nik falls to the floor. His eyes stare blankly ]
[ The assailant takes the suitcase with the bones and leaves ]

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Episode Songs


♫ Fitzpleasure
By alt-J

♪ Tralala trala tra-a-la la
Tralala trala tra-a-la la
Tralala trala tra-a-la la
Tralala trala tra-a-la la

♪ In your snatch fits pleasure, broom-shaped pleasure,

♪ Deep greedy and
Googling every corner.

♪ La trala tra-a-la lalalala lalala

♪ Dead in the middle of the C-O-double M-O-N,
Little did I know then
That the Mandela Boys soon become Mandela Men.
Tall woman, pull the pylons down
And wrap them around the necks
Of all the feckless men that queue to be the next.

♪ Steepled fingers, ring lalalala lalalala leaders,
Queue queue jumpers, rock fist paper scissors, lalala lalala lingered fluffers.
In your hoof lies the heartland
Where we tent for our treasure, pleasure, leisure, les yeux,
It’s all in your eyes.
In your snatch fits pleasure, broom-shaped pleasure,

♪ Aaaah

♪ Deep greedy and Googling every corner,

♪ Tralala trala tra-a-la lalalala lalala

♪ Ooooooh

♪ Blended by the lights.

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2yunVRC
YouTube: https://youtu.be/npvNPORFXpc


♫ Dancing In The Moonlight (It’s Caught Me In Its Spotlight)
By Thin Lizzy

♪ When I passed you in the doorway
Well you took me with a glance
I should have took that last bus home
But I asked you for a dance

♪ Now we go steady to the pictures
I always get chocolate stains on my pants
And my father he’s going crazy
He says I’m living in a trance

♪ But I’m dancing in the moonlight
It’s caught me in its spotlight
It’s alright, alright
Dancing in the moonlight
On this long hot summer night

♪ It’s three o’clock in the morning
And I’m on the streets again
I disobeyed another warning
I should have been in by ten

♪ Now I won’t get out until Sunday
I’ll have to say I stayed with friends
But it’s a habit worth forming
If the means justify the ends

♪ Dancing in the moonlight
It’s caught me in its spotlight
It’s alright, alright
Dancing in the moonlight
On this long hot summer night

♪ And I’m walking home
The last bus has long gone
But I’m dancing in the moonlight

[ Instrumental ]

♪ Dancing in the moonlight
It’s caught me in its spotlight
It’s alright, alright
Dancing in the moonlight
On this long hot summer night

♪ Dancing in the moonlight (I’m dancing in the moonlight)
It’s caught me in its spotlight (It’s caught me in in it’s spotlight)
Dancing in the moonlight (dancing in the moonlight)
On this long hot summer night (It’s got me hot)

♪ Dancing in the moonlight (I’m dancing in the moonlight)
It’s caught me in its spotlight (It’s caught me alright alright alright)
Dancing in the moonlight
On this long hot summer night (It’s so got them hot)

♪ Dancing in the moonlight (I’m dancing)
It’s caught me in its spotlight (I’m still dancing)
Dancing in the moonlight (I’m dancing in the moonlight)
On this long hot summer night…

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2xSJMTd
YouTube: https://youtu.be/LSHygiOnwTA
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🔴 Script: 5:5 Ilyas Surkov (№ 54)

Program air date: 10/25/2017 in the US
Full Script Permalink: http://wp.me/pDKwi-66K
Entertainment Weekly Recap: http://bit.ly/2lfUxJs

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Director: Kurt Kuenne
Written by: Brandon Margolis, Brandon Sonnier



⭕ Script 5:5 Ilyas Surkov (№ 54)

Brief: Nik Korpal, Liz’s ex-boyfriend, friend of both Liz and Tom, and erstwhile MD-on-call for Red – is dead. Nik and Tom had secretly been trying to ID the bones sent via Tom by Mr Kaplan for Liz (the existence of which Liz remains unaware) with help from Pete McGee, a genius medical technician with shady connections to the drug underworld. Red is desperate to recover the bones and doesn’t know where they are. Pete used Liz’s FBI ID which Tom got from Liz (again, without her knowledge) to gain access to the government’s CODIS database to ID the bones – then he went silent. At Tom’s behest, Nik paid a visit to Pete’s apartment where he was jumped from behind and strangled. Whoever killed Nik left with the suitcase full of bones. Meanwhile, Red is beginning to rebuild an empire of sorts, starting with a network of safe houses based on the Post Office’s mail “hold” lists.

[ In front of a brick house in Leeds, England, children are selling lemonade ]
Father: We never pass by a lemonade stand without stopping first. Isn’t that right, Christian?
Christian: Never.
Father: Thank you.
Ethan: Would you like a straw?
Father: Uh, yes, please.
[ Inside the house, a woman talks on the phone while cutting lemons ]
Kim: [ LAUGHING ] Yes, two pitchers already. It’s the cutest thing. Oh, but a terrible business model. I must have spent £30 on lemons and cups. [ CHUCKLES ]
[ Ethan runs inside, rummages in a box, retrieves a knit cap ]
Kim: Yeah, honey, hold on a sec. Ethan? What are you doing?
Ethan: It’s snowing!
Kim: What? Honey, it’s–
[ Kim looks outside; huge white flakes are falling ]
Ethan: Mummy, it’s snowing!
[ Kim goes outside ]
Child: Yay!
Ethan: Ow, my eye! Mum, my eye. It burns.
[ Father looks in his glass of lemonade ]
Father: Ash. This is ash.
[ RUMBLING IN DISTANCE ] [ A huge billowing cloud of black smoke approaches ]
Kim: Everyone, inside right now! Get inside now! Get inside the house! Go, go!
[ ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY ] [ They all run inside ]

[ At a crime scene, a body in a body bag is lifted onto a stretcher ]

Man: [ OVER RADIO ] Baker 24. We’re moving to that location. ETA 15.
Can we get another, uh

Liz: Tell me everything.

[ Liz and Tom’s apartment ] [ Liz enters ]
Tom: Liz, what happened?
Liz: Nik’s d-dead.
Tom: What?
Liz: [ VOICE BREAKING ] He was strangled. They found his body in an empty lot miles away from home or any hospital.
Tom: What? How? Do they know?
Liz: The last thing he said to me was he never wanted to see me again.
Tom: Liz, what– Do they know what happened?
Liz: No, but we do.
Tom: Reddington.
Liz: He had him perform a surgery, and then Nik said he was out. Reddington probably thought he was a liability – that he knew too much.
Tom: You don’t know that.
Liz: Nik was good. He was decent. The only indecent thing in his life was Reddington and me.
Tom: You didn’t– You didn’t do this.
Li: Would Nik be alive if I weren’t in his life? [ CRYING ]

[ Red is playing solitaire ] [ Heddie Hawkins enters ]
Hawkins: You’re not my type, okay? But if you were even remotely in the ballpark, I would have your child.
[ She empties a bag filled with bundles of bills on the table ]
Red: Do you have a count?
Hawkins: The mailman gave us two lists. Each list had 22 people who wanted their mail held while on vacation. That’s 44 empty apartments. We rented 18 for 5 nights each at $500 a night. That’s $45,000 for the week off two lists.
Red: By next week, we should have eight.
Hawkins: Did you hear that? I just dropped an egg.
Red: While I appreciate your enthusiasm, we have cash but no business to run it through.

Red: Elizabeth.
Liz: Could you excuse us, please?
Hawkins: Oh, I’m way ahead of you, sister. No offense, but when I get too close to a Fed, I tend to chafe.
Liz: [ WHISPERS ] Nik Korpal was murdered.
Red: I’m sorry to hear that.
Liz: I want to believe you.
Red: I suppose it’s possible Nik was killed by someone with a connection to me, but I have no idea who or what that connection might be.
Liz: I want a name.
Red: l- I’ll do what I can to find you one. In the meantime, a riddle to keep you occupied.
[ Red shows Liz a newspaper article. Headline: “Chemical Plants Destroyed in Brutal Terrorist Attack” ]
Liz: The chemical-plant explosion in Leeds? Ilyas Surkov claimed credit for that. What’s the riddle?
Red: Why did that terrorist take credit for a crime he didn’t commit?
Liz: And how do you know he didn’t commit it?
Red: Because Ilyas Surkov is dead.

[ The Post Office ]
Cooper: Dead? How long?
Liz: According to Reddington, 15 months.
Ressler: And no one knows this? Was there any HUMINT on Surkov?
Liz: No, he was like a ghost. One month, he claimed credit for a subway bombing in Lisbon, and the next, the kidnapping of three journalists in Crimea. If he did die, no one would know.
Samar: But Reddington would?
Liz: He knows the best off-market doctors on every continent. One of them treated Surkov for end-stage pancreatic cancer.
Aram: Okay, hang on. Okay, Mr. Reddington says it’s been 15 months. Well, in that time, Surkov has taken credit for three attacks – a downed plane on a humanitarian mission to Boko Haram victims, a Paris café demolished by a C-4 suitcase bomb, and yesterday’s chemical-plant attack.
Ressler: He’s pretty busy for a dead guy.
Liz: Or people acting in his name.
Cooper: We won’t know which until we find the bomber. I’ll reach out to MI6. Ressler, Keen, get to the bomb site. Talk to local authorities, see what they know.

[ Leeds, England ]
[ SIREN WAILING ] [ Ressler and Liz are met by an MI6 agent ]
Gladstone: Liam Gladstone, MI6. We spoke on the phone.
Ressler: Agent Ressler, Keen.
Gladstone: May not look like it, but we were incredibly lucky here. Had a few minor leaks, but none of the tanks with the really nasty stuff went up. EA just cleared us.
Liz: Did you ask your task force about our copycat theory?
Gladstone: Doesn’t hold water. This is the work of Ilyas Surkov.
Ressler: What makes you so confident?
Gladstone: You know what taggants are?
Ressler: Chemical markers that are imbedded into explosives to trace their origin.
Gladstone: MI6 has been working closely with the CIA’s Surkov Task Force, and we identified a construction and demolition company in Belgrade we believe is diverting legitimately purchased C-4 to Surkov for his bombs. To test our theory, we planted a taggant in C-4 we sold to the company.
Liz: You found traces of that taggant.
Ressler: So, who’s your suspect?
Gladstone: Raqaan Ghaffari, a foreman at Lignes D’Avenir Construction. If you have any doubts, they’ll be put to rest when Surkov hits again, which he will. I can assure you, the man is very much alive.

Raqaan Ghaffari: [ On phone, in Arabic] C-4 is not strong enough to pierce solid steel lined with Kevlar as you requested. But I have found a substitute that should work well.
[ DEVICE BEEPING ] [ Ghaffari pushes a button and detonates a blast 💥🔥💥 ]
Man: [ On phone, in Russian ] Yes. That’s perfect.
Ghaffari: [ Arabic ] He says this will do. And he wants to move quickly.

Aram: Raqaan Ghaffari. He’s in charge of demolition for Lignes D’Avenir, a mid-sized contractor in Belgrade.
Liz: [ On phone ] We know the explosives used by Surkov in his last three attacks came from Lignes D’Avenir.
Samar: So, what’s the plan? We have no authority in Belgrade.
Cooper: I’ll reach out to Serbian officials, get clearance. But if we want this guy to lead us to whoever is acting in Surkov’s name, we’re gonna need to get creative.
Liz: MI6 had Ghaffari under surveillance. It didn’t yield any actionable intel, but Ghaffari proves to be quite the creature of habit.
Ressler: Yeah, Ghaffari eats lunch every Friday at the Brutka Club.
Cooper: So that’s where we make contact.
Liz: Ghaffari is a Moroccan immigrant. He speaks French and Arabic. Surveillance logs gave us what we believe is Ghaffari’s code name for Surkov. Samar can use that to establish her credibility.

[ Outside the Brutka Club In Belgrade, Serbia ]
Aram: All right, you’ll have us on comms, but to pick up Ghaffari, this mic well, it’s gonna need to be close. All right? So– There. I’ll let you, you know–
Samar: It’s going to be fine.
Aram: I know.
Samar: If you did, you wouldn’t have come all this way.
Aram: Please, just, uh– be careful.

Ressler: Heads up. She’s about to make contact.

[ Conversing in Arabic (subtitles) ]
Samar: Mr Ghaffari?
Ghaffari: Who are you?
Samar: I’m here about the Masbahi account.
Ghaffari: We have a protocol. You shouldn’t be making contact like this.

Ressler: Aram, are you getting this?
Aram: Loud and clear. This is definitely our guy.

[ Conversing in Arabic (subtitles) ]
Samar: The protocol’s blown. You think our friend wants to reach out like this? Expose himself? There’s a problem. We have reason to believe your product has been compromised.
Ghaffari: Impossible.
Samar: Our government sources are saying your product was tagged by MI6.
Ghaffari: [ Exhales sharply ] I will check.
Samar: That’s why I’m here. He wants me to test the next shipment before we accept delivery. The man at that table, the other two at the door; they’re with me. Will it be a problem, Raqaan?
Ghaffari: [ Shakes his head no ]
Samar: Good. I’ll notify my people.

[ DOOR CREAKS ] [ Tom enters Pete McGee’s apartment, gun drawn ]
[ Tom narrates over this scene ]
Tom: I think Nik was killed by a guy named Pete McGee. Nik asked him to ID a skeleton I’d given him. He got a DNA sample and ran it against the federal database. Now, I know the ID is extremely valuable, because Reddington wants to keep it secret.

[ Scene of Nik being strangled ]

Tom: But I didn’t know that people would kill for it. Now Nik’s dead, McGee is gone. And the only lead I have on him and that ID is the clinic he worked at – a place where experimental drugs are tested on human guinea pigs.

[ Tom finds Pete’s work ID ]

Yeah, I know. Not much of a plan. If you got a better one, I’m all ears.
Agnes: [ BABBLES ]
Tom: Don’t look at me like that all right? Rose is gonna be here to take care of you, and we both know she’s your favorite. And no, I am not lying to Mommy, all right?
Agnes: [ WHIMPERS ]
Tom: I want her to know the truth. That’s why I need to ID these bones without anybody knowing. [ SIGHS ]
Tom: It’s not a lie.
Tom: It’s just delayed honesty. [ On phone: ] Hi, I’m calling about the clinical trials. Yeah. I want to sign up.

Lena: Have you ever done an in-patient clinical trial before, Mr Lembeck?
Tom: First time. Be gentle.
Lena: I’ll need a copy of your ID.
Tom: Sure.
Tom: Uh, how much am I getting, by the way, to rent my body to science?
Lena: $200 a day.
Tom: Lucky me.
Lena: We’ll need a full medical history and an emergency contact for when you have an adverse reaction.
Tom: When? Not if?

[ DOG PANTING ] [ Lou stoops to put his dog’s poop in a plastic bag ]
Dembe: Get in the car.
Lou: Whoa, buddy, what whatever it is–
Dembe: Mr. Reddington wants to talk.
Lou: Reddington Reddington?
[ Lou looks in the car window ]
Red: Bring the dog, leave the poop.
[ Lou gets in ]
Red: Rosie Cavendish had a bulldog. Franklin, named after her great-uncle. Poor guy had eczema, dermatitis, seborrhea – one skin condition after the next. The dog, not the uncle.
Lou: Please, sir, I-if I did something–
Red: Given the lesions on her inner folds, I’d say she has pyoderma. What are you doing to treat it? Topical ointments or pills?
Lou: I need to be better with her check-ups?
Red: I need to borrow some evidence, Lou.
Lou: You know my name?
Red: The personal effects of a homicide victim that are currently in evidence control.
Lou: I don’t know if I could do that–
Red: You are the clerk – in evidence control–
Lou: Yes.
Red: –the man responsible for checking in and out evidence?
Lou: Well, that’s true, but–
Red: The deceased’s name is Nik Korpal. You have 24 hours. That should give us enough time to get– [ points to dog ]
Lou: Coco.
Red: –to get Coco the spa day she so desperately deserves. [ To Coco: ] Yeah, you’re gonna have fun! [ LAUGHS ]

[ CROWD MURMURS ] [ Samar’s cellphone beeps ] [She keys something in ]

[ Conversing in Arabic (subtitles) ]
Samar: They’re ready. We need to go.
Ghaffari: Why didn’t your people reach out to the office in Savamala?

[ Ghaffari runs. Chase ensues ]
[ A white van pulls up. Ghaffari and Samar are forced in ]
Aram: Oh, my gosh. No. Who are these guys? No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Crap, crap. No!
[ Aram gets out of car ]
Aram: Stop. Wait!
Ressler: FBI!
Liz: Who the hell is that?
Ressler: She had him!
[ Aram gets back in the car, in the driver’s seat ] [ Ressler runs up ]
Ressler: Aram, what are you doing?
Aram: I don’t know how to drive.
Ressler: Get out! Move!
[ Ressler gets in ] [ TIRES SQUEAL, ENGINE REVS ] [ Car chase ]
Aram: Agent Ressler, m-maybe you could slow down a little bit? Uh– there’s an alley. Alley! Alley ahead! Alley ahead!
Liz: Gun!
Aram: Oh. Oh, God.
[ GUNSHOTS 💥💥💥 ]
Aram: Watch out.
Aram: Hold on.
Aram: Watch out. Watch out. Come on!
Aram: They crashed. They crashed.
Aram: Oh, God.
Ressler: Drop the gun! Down! Put it down!
Reuther: Back away, or we will fire!
Liz: Drop your weapon!
Calhoun: Not happening!
Ressler: All right, all right! Easy. Easy. Nobody’s gonna fire. You. You look like you’re in charge. I’m gonna reach into my pocket.
Reuther: Slowly!
Ressler: Donald Ressler, FBI.
Reuther: FBI?
Liz: Who the hell are you?
Reuther: Name’s Reuther. We’re CIA.

Calhoun: Yevtukh Roofing Company safe house front owned by the Agency. You want confirmation, call the station chief.
Liz: Why no deconfliction protocol?
Calhoun: Because we’re part of the Clandestine Service. Who are you?
Liz: I can’t answer that. All I can tell you is we’re…
Reuther: Black book. Langley-verified.
Samar: Apology accepted.
Aram: No, it’s not.
Calhoun: Look, I don’t care who you are or why you’re operating on foreign soil. I was just doing my job.
Samar: I would’ve done the same, Agent Coburn.
Calhoun: It’s Calhoun. I’m a NOC.
Samar: Navabi. Slightly injured.
Aram: Are you sure you’re all right?
Samar: Yes.
Reuther: This is Duke White, Defense Intelligence.
Kabinov: Omar Kabinov, FSS.
Reuther: I’m Tobias Reuther, Clandestine Service.
Ressler: We’re gonna need to talk to Ghaffari alone.
Reuther: That’s not gonna happen. He’s officially in our custody. We’re handling the interrogation. If you don’t like that, you can take it up with the boys in DC.
Liz: I don’t care who gets him to talk. As long as you can get him to tell us what he knows, we’re happy to sit this one out.
Reuther: Okay.

[ Tom watches as someone lets himself into a room using a keypad lock ]
Lena: Congratulations. Your stipend was increased to $250.
Tom: Hm, fantastic. What did I do to earn that raise?
Lena: You got approved for a riskier study.
Tom: Very exciting. Can I ask what’s with all the security? I mean, we’re volunteers, not prisoners.
Lena: Lot of drugs around here. A lot of drugs attract a lot of drug users.
Tom: Makes sense. So, how much riskier is this?
Lena: Several patients in the previous group developed temporary neurological problems. Lie down.
Tom: They must have modified the medication since then, no?
Lena: I assume so. I just run the tests.
Tom: That’s reassuring.
[ Tom notices a red heart tattooed on Lena’s wrist as she gives him the injection ]
Tom: Who’s the heart for?
Lena: My grandfather. My brothers and I got drunk after his funeral, decided to get tattoos. He loved cards, so my three brothers are the spade, diamond, and the club.
Tom: And you’re the heart. That’s cute. So, aside from brain damage, what fun side effects should I be expecting?
Lena: I honestly don’t know. That’s what the study is for.
Tom: I keep forgetting – I’m just the guinea pig.
[ Lena takes off her blue vinyl gloves, tosses them in a receptical and leaves the room. Tom gets up and retrieves the gloves from the trash ]

Reuther: Look, Raqaan, I don’t know why you don’t feel like talking. The Feds have you on tape admitting you’re supplying Surkov.
[ Reuther speaks English and a man translates into Arabic for Ghaffari ]
Reuther: You know that. You must also know that you’re not here. This place doesn’t exist. No lawyers. No diplomats. Just us.
Ghaffari: [ No response ]
Reuther: [ SIGHS ]
[ Beating resumes ]

Calhoun: He’ll crack. They always do.
Liz: There are other ways to get people to talk.
Calhoun: You don’t know Surkov.
Liz: How long have you been searching for him?
Calhoun: Six years. Since before I left the Agency in 2015 to start a family. Reuther reached out a year later. He lives and breathes Surkov and convinced me to get back into the hunt.
Liz: And the family?
Calhoun: That didn’t turn out like I thought. But it’s okay. [ SIGHS ] I’ve got Surkov. He’s my family. My white whale.

[ DOOR OPENS ] [ Reuther and the others come out ]
Liz: Anything?
Reuther: Give him 20 minutes to simmer.
Liz: Okay. You’ve tried your way. We’re gonna try ours. Samar?
Man: Hey, hold up. What are you doing?
[ Liz and Samar ignore them and go into the interrogation room ]
Calhoun: [ To Reuther ] Can I ask you a question? If their Task Force is so intent on finding Surkov, why haven’t we ever heard from them before today?
Reuther: The hell is she doing?
[ Liz releases Ghaffari’s handcuffs and comes out of the room ]
Liz: Okay, he’s ready to talk.

[ At the pet groomer ]
Red: Look closely. What do you see?
Hawkins: A lot of dander, saliva, and urine, all of which I’m allergic to. So maybe if there’s a point here, you might want to make it before I start to wheeze like a chinchilla.
Red: Our liquidity crisis has been solved.
Hawkins: By doggy day care?
Red: These are rescued dogs picked up at shelters, given a bath and a professional grooming, then given back to the shelters primped and proud and ready for adoption. They supplement their business with regular grooming. But it’s basically a labor of love – and a 501(c)3.
Hawkins: A non-profit. That is good.
Red: [ CHUCKLES ] Even the most ruthless IRS agent would hesitate before auditing the books of such a noble enterprise.
Hawkins: And that’s good, if we can run enough money through it. I mean, the rents are throwing up nearly 200K a week.
Red: Well, most of their business is mobile. They have a fleet of vans that go from shelter to shelter in 10 different cities. It’s 100 vans, a dozen or more dogs a van, 25 bucks a dog. You do the math.
Hawkins: I just did. And my hand to God, if I found you a little bit more attractive, I would birth you a litter. I mean, like, seven pups – Boom! Right here on the floor.

Red: Fiona, you’re an artist.
Fiona: Coco’s an angel. Just needed a little TLC. I have some ointments for you.
Red: Ah. And how much do I owe you?
Fiona: $150 – which, of course, is tax-deductible.
Red: Yes, of course. And how much for the store?
Fiona: The store?
Red: And the vans. All of them.
Hawkins: [ COUGHS, SNEEZES ]
Red: Bless you. Bless you.
Hawkins: Sorry.
Fiona: They’re not for sale.
Red: At the right price, I’ve found everything is for sale. Think about your price while I let Coco find a blade of grass. Come on, sweetheart. That’s it. [ LAUGHING ] There we go.

[ Tom gets up. He’s unsteady due to the medication. He goes into the hall. He uses the blue glove to press a button next to the keypad and enters Pete McGee’s office. Without a password, he cannot access the computer. He flips through some files, looks in a drawer. Then he notices the photo of a man on Pete’s desk. The arms of the person taking the photo are reflected in the man’s glasses. He uses a glass on the desk to magnify the photo-taker’s wrist: a tattoo in the shape of a red heart ]

Leon Cox: Harold. You’re a tough man to pin down.
Cooper: Thank you for seeing me.
Cox: Well, when I heard there was an FBI task force running an unsanctioned op overseas, my interest was piqued.
Cooper: We received a tip from a credible source that Surkov is dead. The attacks attributed to him may, in fact, be the work of a copycat.
[ Samar is interrogating Ghaffari and interpreting what he says in Arabic ]
Ghaffari: [ Speaks in Arabic ]
Samar: He never met Surkov in person, only video calls.
Cox: And your team? Do they have a lead on his bomb maker? Ghaffari?
Ghaffari: [ Speaks in Arabic ]
Samar: He recently asked him to smuggle a device into a locker in Virginia.
Cox: I don’t understand. Ghaffari’s in Belgrade?
Cooper: Yes, being held and questioned in a CIA facility outside Pančevo.
Does he know the specific target?
[ Ressler’s cellphone rings ]
Samar: [ Speaks in Arabic ]
Ghaffari: [ Speaks in Arabic ]
Samar: Surkov specifically asked him to create a weapon that could penetrate 3.5 centimeters of Kevlar.
Cooper: [ Over phone ] I’m sitting here with the CIA Director of Operations.
Cox: Listen to me – the Surkov team is in London. There is no team or safe house in Pančevo.
Ressler: They claim otherwise.
Cox: Well, I don’t care what they claim. Whoever you’re with, they are not CIA.
[ Gunfire 💥💥💥 ]
[ Reuther escapes ]
Ressler: Go. Move, move, move.
Lis: [ To Calhoun ] Give it up. Hand it over. You said you were CIA. Who the hell are you?

Ressler: You hungry? You tired? Hey, there’s a steak and a bed waiting for you as soon as you tell us where your boss is.
Calhoun: I told you. I don’t know.
Ressler: Just like you didn’t know his real name.
Calhoun: His name is Tobias–
Ressler: Reuther. Yeah, he doesn’t exist. The Agency has no record of him.
Calhoun: No, they disavow him.
Liz: Him, not you or Duke White or Omar Kabinov. They gave us your file. We’ve confirmed you resigned from the Agency in 2015.
Calhoun: And then Reuther recruited me to come back.
Liz: There’s nothing about that or the ghost squad whose designation is so conveniently top secret that you never had direct contact with anyone at the Agency.
Calhoun: We got our orders from Reuther. Reuther got his from the Office of the Director.
Liz: No one at the Director’s Office has ever heard of your task force.
Ressler: Because it doesn’t exist, and when we found out, he started shooting at us.
Calhoun: Looked to me like you were shooting at him.
Ressler: Reuther is pretending to be Surkov.
Calhoun: That’s ridiculous. When you found us, we were hunting for his weapons maker, looking to interrogate him to find Surkov.
Liz: Do you know how I got Ghaffari to talk so quickly? I told him Surkov was dead. No proof, just the word of my source. The minute I told him, he knew it was true.
Ressler: Agent Calhoun, there’s a bomb somewhere in Virginia waiting to be detonated in Surkov’s name. We believe Reuther is going to detonate it.
Calhoun: Tobias Reuther is a patriot–
Liz: He’s a terrorist.
Calhoun: He loves his country.
Liz: If you don’t tell us where to find him, he’s gonna commit an act of terror on US soil.

[ The Post Office ]
Cox: Do you trust your intel on Surkov?
Liz: 100%.
Cox: And Ghaffari’s weapon?
Cooper: We’re working with Virginia State Police and local law enforcement, but it’s a big state – with a lot of lockers.
Cox: What about Calhoun?
Ressler: She thought she was working for an Agency task force. She had no idea that the man she admires is the devil she thought she was hunting.
Cox: I always thought Surkov’s death would be cause for celebration. But if he is dead and a group of CIA-trained assets has taken his place–
Aram: Sir? Uh, Director Cox. Hello. Uh, the only prints they could pull from the safe house in Pančevo were partials, but we got a match. Uh, the man we’re looking for, Agent Reuther, uh, his real name is Agent Brian Osterman.
Cooper: Does that name mean anything? Director Cox, who is Brian Osterman?
Cox: [ SIGHS ]

Red: Cheer up, Lou. I’m in your debt.
Lou: A lot of good that’ll do me if anyone finds out I did this.
Red: Yes, yes, yes, yes. Giving me this evidence is vital and much appreciated.
Lou: Giving?
Red: But what Coco and I have been up to is a revelation.
Lou: I need to get that back – before anyone knows it’s missing.
Red: She’s always welcome to come in for a grooming, free of charge.
Lou: You really got to return that.
Red: Oh, and her ointments–
Lou: Ointments?
Red: Ointments. Funny word. Twice a day, three times on her inner folds. Coco, the pleasure was all mine, sweetheart.

[ Red goes through the evidence file ] [ KEYS JINGLE ]
Red: The suitcase key.
Dembe: So Kate entrusted it to Nik.
Red: But who did Nik entrust it to, and why did he get killed for it?
[ Red flips open Nik’s phone. It has a message to call L— ]
Red: And who might you be?

[ The Post Office, an interrogation room ]
[ Cox sits down across from Calhoun. Cooper stands nearby ]
Cox: Brian Osterman was one of our own – one we no longer consider a trusted asset. He was part of a black-book operation tasked to ID threats to US counterintelligence, but in ’08, he broke from the Agency, – and we issued a burn notice.
Calhoun: No, that’s not possible.
Cox: He became disillusioned, went dark. He’s been off the grid for the past six years. If Surkov is, in fact, dead, and Osterman is now carrying out missions in his name, then we’re dealing with a very dangerous man – one whom you have assisted in carrying out attacks against this country.
Calhoun: No, Reuther, he had HUMINT, and, uh, funding. He had–
Cox: Pilfered from a black-ops slush fund that went missing.
Calhoun: The- the others, the team– He recruited us to the Agency.
Cooper: He lied to you, to get you to help him attack the US. You and your team are Ilyas Surkov. You just didn’t know it. But you do now, and you can help us stop him.
Calhoun: We have a staging area in Ivy City. I can take you there.

— There’s another door.
Calhoun: I don’t believe this.
— Nothing here.
— Bring your team back.

Liz: [ On phone ] The safe house has been scrubbed.
Red: Nothing on Osterman or his team?
Liz: Just an empty file stamped “Cyclone.” That’s it. You sure that name means nothing to you?
Red: Osterman? Nothing.
Liz: Well, he’s in the wind with a lethal weapon we can’t find and a target that could be anywhere.
Red: That’s what you don’t know. Focus on what you do.
Liz: We know the weapon was designed to pierce Kevlar, plus the “Cyclone” files. It could be a code name, a mission, a person–
Red: Any point of intersection? Kevlar, Cyclone.
Liz: Where they happen? Coastal cities? Law enforcement in those areas that wear Kevlar?
Red: What else? Cyclone. If it’s not a person or place–
Liz: It’s a target. Not law enforcement, but military. A target hard enough to design a weapon to penetrate it. Not steel, but Kevlar.
Red: Good. A military hard target made of a composite material.
Liz: I need to call you back.

Liz: Aram, I need you to run a search. Any ships in the Navy, the Coast Guard – whoever the Pentagon has build ships with the name “Cyclone” that are made of a composite material similar to Kevlar.
Aram: All right, hang on. Okay, I have a Cyclone-class patrol ship.
Liz: Tell me about them.
Aram: 14 ships 10 are deployed in the Persian Gulf, 3 are doing drug interdiction off the coast of Florida, and this last one– Okay, yeah, the USS Parnell is at its home port.
Liz: Where is that?
Aram: Norfolk.
Liz: Virginia.

Tom: Dry toast, huh? That’s it?
Lena: All most people can keep down.
Tom: Probably ’cause most people take the full dose.
Lena: Mr. Lembeck, a clinical trial must be–
Tom: I’m not here for the trial.
Lena: If it’s drugs you’re after–
Tom: Not drugs. I’m here for information about Pete McGee.
Lena: Um, you’ll need to sign a discharge form.
Tom: He had a lot of family photos in his office, but only one placed where he could always see it. And I didn’t think there was anything special about it until I realized that it was taken by someone very special to him.
Lena: It’s not what you think. I can’t help you.
Tom: I need to find him. He took something from me that doesn’t belong to him – something that is only gonna bring him trouble.
Lena: What is it?
Tom: Something I was willing to put whatever that is in my veins to get back. I need it back.
Lena: I’m sorry.
Tom: I came here because I thought I could find what he took from me or at least get a lead on where he went, all right? But I didn’t. All I found was you. And I’m asking you, I need your help. And if I’m right, I think Pete does, too.
Lena: A discharge nurse should be in shortly.

Ressler: [ Over comms ] Aram, we’re on site. Talk to me.
Aram: All right, I’ve notified Port Authority and Naval Installations Command. They’re initiating a Level 4 lockdown and emergency evac protocols for all non-essential personnel.
Samar: Any word on Osterman or his team?
Aram: Nothing yet. I am still waiting to get approval from Security Command to share their CCTV feeds.
O’Neil: Matthew O’Neil, NCIS. What do you know?
Ressler: Look, there’s a threat against one of your coastal patrol ships, the USS Parnell. We got to lock this down, clear all this air traffic.
O’Neil: Easier said than done. Transport runs a flight every six minutes.
Aram: Um, Agent Keen? I think I might have something here. NCIS just got a ping on an alias that Calhoun was able to confirm was one of Osterman’s. It appears access has been granted to a Human Resources office between Powhatan Ave and Pier 11.

[ Liz and Samar enter the Human Resources office. They separate. Liz comes upon Osterman/Reuther, who is aiming a large weapon on a stand ]
Liz: Stand down, Osterman.
Osterman/Reuther: You have no idea what you’re in the middle of.
Liz: We know about you, Osterman. We know about Surkov, your team. It’s over.
Osterman/Reuther: Surkov’s dead, but I’m not using him as cover. The CIA is.
Liz: I said stand down.
Osterman/Reuther: When an asset reported Surkov had died from cancer, Cox thought we could use his name to do America’s dirty work.
Liz: Cox?
Osterman/Reuther: I was on board at first. Pretty soon it became clear the jobs we were doing, we weren’t doing America’s dirty work. We were doing Cox’s. That he’d turned. Tried to plug the plug, but Cox discredited me and convinced our superiors to issue a burn notice. Did I lie to my team? Did I lie to you? Yes. Because none of you would believe the truth. Cox has to be stopped.
Liz: Step away from your weapon.
Duke: [ On comms incoming ] Got him. He’s at your 11:00. It’s him.
Osterman/Reuther: See that man down there with the black backpack? He’s a CIA asset here to plant the bomb Cox bought from Ghaffari. My team is here to stop him.
Duke: You have a shot? Take the shot.
Liz: Why would he blow up a chemical plant and an American ship?
Osterman/Reuther: False-flag operations.
Liz: Even if you’re telling the truth, you’re asking me to let you shoot a CIA agent who’s following orders. I can’t let you do that.
Duke: Take your shot. It’s your last chance.
Osterman/Reuther: You gonna shoot me in the back of the head, Agent Keen?
[ Liz shoots 💥 wounding Osterman/Reuther in the arm ]
Liz: [ Over comms ] I have Osterman in custody. Human Resources, third floor. We’re gonna need a medic. Alert NCIS of a potential suspect an officer in uniform, brown hair, medium build, carrying a black backpack. [ To Osterman/Reuther: ] Looks like you were wrong.
Osterman/Reuther: You believe me now?

Cooper: You lied to me. Osterman isn’t the imposter. He was hunting the imposter – you.
Cox: Osterman is a rogue agent who’s acted against our national interests.
Cooper: That ship was never your target.
Cox: No. The blast severed an undersea communications cable running from Naval Station Norfolk to our allies across the Atlantic – a cable that had been compromised by Chinese counterintelligence. Now, if we had simply ceased sending intel, it would have tipped our hand.
Cooper: So instead, you sacrificed the life of one of your agents.
Cox: It was a directional device, Harold. My agent survived, as have all the agents I’ve tasked with taking out our enemies.
Cooper: Like the plant foreman in Leeds?
Cox: He was leaking classified intel from one of our private military contractors to Russian assets. Our team hid the ops behind Surkov attacks, and in both cases, we avoided escalating international conflicts.
Cooper: At what cost?
Cox: At any cost, Harold!
Cooper: I hate to disappoint you, but like Osterman, I see things differently. I see diplomatic solutions. I see a way to get results without false-flag operations. But you and I both know that a terrified population means a healthy defense budget.
Cox: Harold, are you trying to tell me that the whole time you’ve been here, you’ve done everything by the book? No cut corners, no bent rules for the greater good?
Cooper: Leon, I answer to people who will one day judge the merits of my work. I’m willing to accept the consequences. You have been operating without oversight until now. I’ve given my superiors a full overview of this investigation. I hope, for your sake, they agree that your actions were in America’s best interests. I doubt they will.
Cox: Time will tell.
Cooper; Close the door on your way out.

[ Matt Corby’s ♪ “Resolution” plays ]
[ ⬇ Go to Full Lyrics ] or [ ♪ Tap square below twice to play ♪ ]

♪ I’m giving up this whole lie, this whole me

[ The elevator doors open. Osterman/Reuther steps out in handcuffs with Ressler and Samar ]
Cox: [ SIGHS ] You have done more harm than you could possibly know.

♪ Instead I bide my time, get a ride

Osterman/Reuther: I’m counting on it. And it’ll be worth it if it stops you.

♪ Until the rubber leaves the road

[ Liz and Tom are attending the graveside service for Nik Korpal ]

♪ You said don’t lie, so I made the truth
Seemed like a lie to even you
Control your fear, it’s cle-e-e-ar
That you do not know where you’re going to

♪ So, don’t you wo-o-o-rry
You’ll be my resolution

[ Liz sees Red some distance away. She walks over to him ]
Liz: You’re here.

♪ Characters of no illusion

Red: So many people find cemeteries to be a reminder of loss. I find them to be a fervent reminder to seize the day.

♪ One month down and it’s in sight

Liz: I’m surprised to see you here.
Red: Nik Korpal saved my life, brought Agnes into this world.

♪ Oh, I’m guaranteed to lose my mind

Red: I came to pay my respects. How are you holding up?

♪ It’s dangerous to speak and sigh

Liz: I’ve been better. About how he died–

♪ So, don’t you wo-o-o-rry

Liz: Did you find anything out?
[ Red sees Tom. As Tom walks up to Liz, Red walks off ]

♪ You’ll be my resolution
Characters of no illusion

Tom: Reddington was a surprise.
Liz: [ SIGHS ]

♪ You will be my resolution

Liz: He appreciates what Nik’s done for him. And he knows Nik may have been killed because of it.

♪ Characters of no illusion

Liz: He’s willing to look into who did it.
Tom: He is? Has he found anything?
Liz: Not yet, but it sounds like he has a lead.

♪ You will be my resolution

Tom: What kind of lead? Was he more specific?
Liz: [ VOICE BREAKING ] We’ve lost so many friends.

♪ Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Liz: I don’t know if I can lose any more without just crawling into a fetal position or becoming a stark, raving vigilante.

♪ Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Tom: Listen, Reddington’s a vigilante.

♪ Turn around, put it down and see

Tom: All right? And I’m pretty sure there’s a one per family rule.

♪ That this is really the place to be

Liz: [ EXHALES ] I think Meera is buried here.

♪ I’m not you, nor you me

Liz: I’d like to pay my respects.
Tom: All right. You want company?
Liz: I’d like to go alone, if you don’t mind.

♪ But we’re both moving steady

[ The Post Office, Cooper’s office ]

Announcer on TV: The explosion rocked the naval yard. While no causalities have been reported, Ilyas Surkov has claimed credit for the attack.

Aram: Hey, uh– about, uh, what happened in Belgrade–
Cooper: What part?
Aram: When, um, Agent Navabi was taken– uh, she could’ve been hurt. She wasn’t. She’s fine, obviously. But, uh– I wasn’t prepared, sir. I didn’t know how to react. And then, with the shootout at the safe house–
Cooper: Aram, I understand. It was an oversight on my part to place you in danger like I did. It won’t happen again.
Aram: No, no, you don’t understand. I don’t want to be unprepared. Mr. Cooper, sir. I’d like to request to be operationally trained, sir.

Tom: What changed your mind?
Lena: You said he might be in trouble. What kind of trouble?
Tom: Might’ve killed someone.
Lena: Pete? I don’t believe that.
Tom: Listen, what he took from me, people are getting killed. And whether he did or didn’t do it, just by having it, his life is in danger.
Lena: Are you looking to protect him or have him arrested? I don’t know you, and I’m sure not gonna take what you say about Pete at face value. No way he killed anyone.
[ RAZOR BUZZING ] [ Pete is shaving his head. His left hand is wrapped in a bloody bandage ]
Lena: Whatever he took from you, he must have a good reason why. He hasn’t been to work in a week. He hasn’t called. His divorce is gonna be finalized next month, and we’re gonna get married. I’m worried something might have happened. I changed my mind because I want him found.
Tom: Whatever your reason is for wanting to do that, I don’t care, as long as you’re willing to help. Tell me everything you can about Pete. Friends, relatives, cities he likes, passwords. Everything.

Hawkins: Yeah. [ Hands rug to Fiona ]
Fiona: This rug was a gift. My aunt crocheted it herself.
Hawkins: Yeah, it’s got to go, and the allergies with it. This, my space, it’s a critter-free zone.
Fiona: It’s a critter cabin.
Hawkins: Yeah, not in here it’s not.
[ Fiona leaves ]
[ Red enters, dumps out bundles of cash ]
Red: That’s six hold list’s worth.
Hawkins: [ To Dembe ] Are you African? ‘Cause you’re a frickin’ babe.
Red: Can you handle that?
Hawkins: Ah. [ Leaving; To Dembe ] I can handle whatever you’ve got.
[ Hawkins leaves ]
Dembe: The person who answers may not know the secret.
Red: No, but they might.
Red: Wonder what can of worms we’re opening now.
Tom: Hello? Who is this?
[ Red freezes, then quickly flips the phone shut ] [ PHONE BEEPS ]

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Episode Songs


♫ Resolution
By Matt Corby

♪ I’m giving up
This whole lie, this whole me
Call it out like a family
Instead I bide my time, get a ride
Until the rubber leaves the road

♪ You said don’t lie so I made the truth
Seemed like a lie to even you
Control your fear. It’s clear
That you do not know where you’re going to

♪ So, don’t you worry
You’ll be my resolution
Characters of no illusion
You’ll be my resolution

♪ One month down and it’s in sight
oh, I’m guaranteed to lose my mind
It’s dangerous to speak and sigh
You might know what I’m trying to hide

♪ So from the cradle to quarter age
oh, I bought the book but didn’t flip the page
oh, readiness is near. We steer
As far away from the coming of days

♪ So, don’t you worry
You’ll be my resolution
Characters of no illusion
You’ll be my resolution
Characters of no illusion
You’ll be my resolution

♪ Turn around, put it down and see
That this is really the place to be.
I’m not you, nor you me
But we’re both moving steady.

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2y7evMt
YouTube: https://youtu.be/Nj4q4rfDcNw

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🔴 Script: 5:6 The Travel Agency (№ 90)

Program air date: 11/1/2017 in the US
Script Permalink: https://wp.me/pDKwi-6dn
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Director: Terrence O’Hara
Written by: Carla Kettner



⭕ Script 5:6 The Travel Agency (№ 90)

Brief: To find out who killed Nik Korpal, Liz has turned to Red while Tom has located Pete McGee’s girlfriend. Red has purchased a non-profit dog grooming service to use for money laundering. Red has also obtained the evidence file for Nik. It contained the key to the missing suitcase of bones that both Tom and Red are independently trying to recover – as well as Nik’s cellphone. The last message on Nik’s phone was a request to call someone back. When Red called the number, Tom answered. Stunned, Red hung up without saying a word.

[ It is morning at the Dawson household ]

Man on radio: 101.2 Seven Valleys Radio. And pushing Janet Jackson off her four-week reign at the top of the charts, here’s Roxette with their new single.

Brokaw on TV: At the Berlin Wall at the Brandenburg Gate, I’m Tom Brokaw. Brandenburg Gate, of course, is in East Berlin, and the sound that you hear and what you’re seeing tonight – not hammers and sickles, but hammers and chisels, as young people take down this wall bit by bit. Earlier this evening, the Communist Central Committee in East Berlin

[ Calvin and Eleanor Dawson are in the kitchen, drinking coffee and working a crossword puzzle ]
Calvin Dawson: End of an era, huh?
Eleanor Dawson: “Era.” We need a five-letter word that ends in “H.”

Tonight, citizens from both Germanys

Calvin: Uh “epoch.”

are singing and dancing. Reunited right on top

Calvin: Hey, girls still asleep?
Eleanor: Karen picked them up already.

Reporter: On the east side of the Berlin Wall, something new tonight.

[ PAGER BEEPING ] [ Calvin looks at his pager. It displays “342” ]

Soldiers dismantling it, not guarding it with rifles.

Calvin: I, uh- I got to get to work.
Eleanor: Sweetheart, it’s still early.
Calvin: Early is on time, on time is late, and late is unacceptable.
Eleanor: [ CHUCKLES ]

[ Calvin goes to PO Box 342 and removes an envelope, pulls out a red folder. It contains a dossier ]

[ Calvin pulls up to a country house where a man, Edward Knobbs, is splitting wood. Calvin gets out with a pistol. Knobbs runs. Calvin shoots him. 💥💥💥 Knobbs throws his axe at Calvin, but it misses and gets stuck in a tree. Calvin pulls the axe out of the tree. Calvin shoots again 💥 ]
Knobbs: [ GROANS ] No. Please. Who sent you? We can talk. We- We can- We can talk!
[ Calvin raises the axe and strikes ]

[ Red is playing miniature golf. Liz walks up ]
Liz: Ooh, can I play?
Red: Uh! You’re in my line of sight.
Liz: Oh, there’s a hole under the lighthouse.
Red: I’m playing the carom.
Liz: Ah.
Red: That’s it. Dembe and I have scheduled a tournament. It’s been in the works for some time, but we couldn’t quite settle on a format. I finally unearthed the Peoria System with a double-par limit, and here we are. The tournament is this week. And I have every intention of winning.
[ Red putts. The ball misses wildly ]
Red: Oh!
Liz: And here I thought all old, rich, white men were good at golf.
Red: Maybe it’s my putter. Mitchell Dunning of Dupont Circle is about to be assassinated.
Liz: I’m sorry – Mitchell who?
Red: Dunning. He found me through an associate of mine and is looking to disappear. My problem is that I don’t have the resources to help him at present. Yours is that Mr Dunning believes the hit was contracted through The Travel Agency.
Liz: A travel agency?
Red: Not a travel agency, Elizabeth. The Travel Agency – a murder-for-hire ring that lived in the shadows for nearly 30 years. Their assassins carried out a variety of contract hits until they mysteriously closed their doors 12 years ago, dashing any hope that law enforcement might one day solve the rash of killings the Agency left in their wake.
Liz: So if this Dunning guy is right and they are after him–
Red: Innocents and not-so-innocents have targets on their backs, beginning with Mitchell Dunning.

[ The Post Office ]
Liz: The Travel Agency was a consortium of anonymous killers responsible for a variety of unsolved murders – the assassination of a civil-rights activist in 1983, the poisoning of an anti-Glasnost Soviet businessman in ’87.
Cooper: What do we know about the man who Reddington says is the next target?
Aram: Mitchell David Dunning. Lives in Dupont Circle and imports high-end furniture. Offices in Paris, London, and New York.
Cooper: Keen, Navabi, find him and pull him into protective custody. I want to know who wants him dead and why he thinks the Travel Agency was contracted to do the job.
Cooper: Agent Ressler. A word? ⋘⋙ There’s a personal matter that I need to attend to.
Ressler: Is everything all right?
Cooper: Honestly, I’m not sure. But I need you to oversee things here until it’s taken care of. I’m sorry. Unavoidable.
Ressler: Of course.

[ KNOCK ON DOOR ] [ A man looks out the peephole ]
Man: Yeah?
Cooper: I’m looking for Isaiah.
Man: Who?
Cooper: Isaiah Hill.
Man: Never heard of him.
[ Cooper pounds on the door ]
Cooper: You gonna open this damn door, or are we gonna have a problem?! Hello?
Man: Hey! I’m gonna call the cops!
[ Cooper flashes his badge at the peephole ]
Cooper: Special Agent Harold Cooper. FBI. I’m not here on official business – yet.
Man: O-Okay, look, I met him a couple days ago. I said I needed a place to crash. He tossed me his keys. I haven’t seen him since.
Cooper: Where’d he go?
Man: We still unofficial?
Cooper: Only if you give me a straight answer. Isaiah Hill – where is he?

Mrs Dunning: You packed the laptop, right?
Mitchell Dunning: I told you yes. Along with the phone and the chargers. What’d your sister say?
Mrs Dunning: Cabin’s empty. Garage code is the address backwards.
Mitchell Dunning: Here you finish the bags. I’m gonna set the alarm.
Samar: Mitchell Dunning? FBI agents Navabi and Keen.
Mitchell Dunning: FBI? I don’t– What’s going on?
Samar: We believe there may be a threat to your life. We need you to come with us.
Mitchell Dunning: What threat? There can’t– You must have me confused with someone else.
Liz: Are you going somewhere?
Mrs Dunning: Upstate for the weekend.
Liz: It’s Wednesday.
Mitchell Dunning: Look, officers, I appreciate your concern, but clearly, you’ve got the wrong guy. There’s no threat. I’m a salesman. I import–
[ Mitchell Dunning is shot 💥💥 ] [ A gun retracts from the trunk of a dated Oldsmobile ]
[ ENGINE STARTS ] [ The car speeds off ]

Liz: I’m sorry to be asking you these questions now, but if we’re gonna find whoever did this, we need to know everything you know.
Mrs Dunning: Everything was fine, and then suddenly, he was rushing us out of the house, and then you show up, and– [ VOICE BREAKING ] I can’t believe this.

Samar: Liz, you have to see this. I found it in the car.
[ Newspaper headline reads “Brutal Axe Murder in York County” about the murder of Edward Knobbs ]
Liz: Do you know this man, Mrs. Dunning?
Mrs Dunning: No. Why? Who is he?

[ Tom leaves a courthouse marked “Records Division” carrying a yellow envelope. Dembe is standing outside. Tom sees him, realizes he has no choice, and gets into Red’s car ]
Tom: [ CHUCKLES ] Are you following me now?
Red: Mr. Kaplan gave you a suitcase. In it was a skeleton she never should have unearthed and whose identity must remain secret.
Tom: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Red: I understand the temptation acting on a fine woman’s dying wish.
[ DOOR OPENS at Lena Mercer’s apartment. Crespin enters ]
Red: But your quest has cost Nik Korpal his life, and persisting will put whomever you involve in harm’s way.
Crespin: I prefer no one gets hurt.
Tom: Secrets put people in harm’s way. Keeping them in the dark – a talent you and I share. Or shared. I’m out of that business. And if I have a quest, it’s to shine a light on the darkness you create to help Liz find her way out of the enormous shadow you cast.
Red: You asked Nik to identify the bones, and he was killed for his trouble by someone who knows their identity and, therefore, their value. That killer is likely searching for a way to contact me since, knowing their value, he knows they are most valuable to me. I will allow myself to be found, recover the suitcase, eliminate the man for his troubles, and rebury the body in a place where it will be lost to the sands of time, as originally intended.
Tom: Whatever secret you’re hiding from Liz – it’ll come out. Family secrets always do.
Red: What’s in the envelope?
Tom: [ Leaving ] What envelope?
Crespin: You are to stop looking for Pete McGee. You are to act as if Pete McGee never existed. Say it.
Lena: Is he doing this? Did he send you?
Crespin: Say it, Lena.
Lena: Pete McGee doesn’t exist.
Crespin: Keep it that way. Or I’ll be back.

Landry Knobbs: I don’t understand. You think this man who was killed was looking into my father’s murder? Did they know each other?
Samar: We were hoping that you might be able to answer that.
Landry: Mitchell Dunning – I don’t think I’ve ever seen him.
Liz: Were you and your father close?
Landry: We were. After Mom passed, I used to come out here every week, help out around the house.
Liz:: Did he ever come to visit you?
Landry: In the city? God, no. I don’t think Dad ever left the state after he closed the Agency.
Liz: I’m sorry – the Agency?
Landry: The Seawall Travel Agency. Dad owned it for years.
Samar: Landry, do you know if your father happened to keep any of his old work records?

[ Liz and Samar go through the old files from The Seawall Travel Agency ]
Samar: Knobbs traveled the world with his family.
Liz: And orchestrated hits. Check this out.
[ Liz shows Samar a long list of names ]
Liz: The civil-rights activist. The Soviet businessman.
[ Samar shows Liz a photo ]
Samar: Knobbs and his wife, from vacation. Look at the man in the background.
Liz: It’s Mitchell Dunning.
Samar: Our two victims with nothing in common owned a murder business.
Liz: That means the people in the Travel Agency aren’t killing people – they’re being killed.

[ Red sits down next to Cooper on an outdoor bench. He hands Cooper a slip of paper ]
Red: The name and address of the miscreant you’re looking for.
Cooper: How reliable are your sources?
Red: [ LAUGHS ] I understand you’ve placed Donald in charge of the task force.
Cooper: I’m looking for the son of a good friend. A young man whose father was killed last year and who drowned his understandable sorrow in drugs and alcohol. Mother took him to counselors. With Char and I, she organized an intervention. And we’ll do it all again as often as it takes. But we can’t do any of it until we know where he is. My only lead is this dealer Castro. I don’t want to go busting into a place on unofficial business unless I know it’s the right one. So are your sources reliable?
Red: Yes. You’re going to need backup.
Cooper: To check some punk?
Red: Sounds like a delightful way to spend an afternoon. We can play “Celebrity” on the way.
Cooper: I appreciate the name. And the offer.
Red: I must warn you – I know all the absurdists. I kill with Camus.
Cooper: Camus is not a celebrity.
Red: [ CHUCKLING ] He is to me.
Cooper: Thank you for this. But I’ll take it from here.

[ Kaleo’s ♪ “Way Down We Go” plays ]

♪ And way down we go-o-o-o-o
Way down we go-o-o-o-o

[ A drug den ] [ BANGING ON DOOR ]

♪ Say way down we go
Way down

[ A guard cracks the door open ]
Cooper: FBI. I’m looking–
[ The guard tries to slam the door shut. Cooper forces his way in and knocks the guard out⚡️]
Guard: [ GROANS ]

♪ Oh, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all, oh

[ Cooper walks past the unconscious guard and up to a druggie nodding off. He grabs him by the hair and holds a gun to his throat ]
Cooper: Castro – where is he?
[ The druggie points to another room ]

♪ Go down
Yeah, but for the fall, oh, my
‘Cause they will run you down
Down till the dark

[ Cooper forces the druggie at gunpoint into a room with two men. One runs out. The other goes for his gun and shoots 💥, hitting the druggie by mistake. Cooper shoots him💥💥💥 and goes after the man who ran ]

♪ Yes, and they will run you down
Down till you fall
And they will run you down

[ A woman steps out from a room ] [ GASPS ] [ Cooper motions with his gun to get back inside ]

♪ Down till you go
Yeah, so you can’t crawl no more
And way down we go-o-o-o-o

[ Cooper catches up with the man. They exchange shots 💥💥💥 The man runs, turns around and shoots again 💥💥 then runs up a stairway ]

♪ Way down we go
Say way down we go-o-o-o-o

[ The man reaches the top of the stairs and exits a door to the outside – where Dembe clobbers⚡️him ]
Cooper: I told you I didn’t need help.
Red: We couldn’t resist.

Man on radio: 101.2 Seven Valleys Radio.

Tom Brokaw: Earlier this evening, the Communist Central Committee in East Berlin

Calvin: End of an era, huh?
Eleanor: “Era.” We need a five-letter word that ends in “H.”
Calvin: “Epoch.” Are the girls asleep?
Eleanor: Karen picked them up already.
[ PAGER BEEPING ] [ Pager displays “342” ]

REPORTER: Soldiers dismantling it, not guarding it with rifles.

Calvin: I, uh I got to get to work.
Eleanor: Sweetheart, it’s still early.
Calvin: Early is on time, on time is late, and late is unacceptable.
[ Calvin kisses Eleanor ]

Aram: The Seawall Travel Agency, based out of Allentown, Pennsylvania, was a storefront used by Knobbs and Dunning to facilitate their murder-for-hire business.
Ressler: So Knobbs and Dunning are the two principals.
Aram: Yeah, who hid their association behind a ton of financial loopholes.
Liz: But the dossiers we found account for dozens of unsolved murders. They must’ve had help.
Aram: Yep. And according to some of the other documents you seized, they had a large support staff who were doing far more than booking eight-day cruises to Acapulco.
Ressler: What do you mean “had”?
Aram: So, evidently, Seawall shell companies were also secretly paying account executives, private investigators, weapons-procurement techs, and a variety of what I can only assume were handlers.
Liz: All of whom are dead.
Ressler: Every employee of a murder-for-hire company murdered.
Aram: Except for one. Mr. Argon Wright, a shipping agent out of Baltimore.
Ressler: All right, well, let’s bring him in while he’s still breathing. Navabi, let’s go.

[ Red and Cooper have the man Dembe knocked out tied to a chair next to a table covered with drugs and paraphernalia. Red is preparing an injection ]
Red: Fentanyl is like snake venom. 100 times more powerful than morphine. A lethal dose of heroin is about 30 milligrams? 3 milligrams of fentanyl is enough to kill an average-size male. [ LIGHTER CLICKS ] [ Red heats the mixture in a spoon ] In every conceivable way, I’d say you’re well below average.
Castro: I don’t even know who you are, old man. [ To Cooper: ] But you’re a cop, man. You gonna stand there and let him shoot me up?
Cooper: We’re looking for Isaiah Hill. We think you know where he is. Tell us or you overdose. If you argue, you overdose. If the next syllable out your sorry-ass mouth doesn’t point us in the direction of Isaiah Hill, you overdose. Am I clear? Good. ‘Cause right now, I’m an off-duty cop. And as an off-duty cop, I’ll do whatever it takes to find that young man.
Red: [ TAPPING NEEDLE ] Anything to say? No? Nothing? Perhaps half a milligram will be enough to loosen your tongue.
[ Red jabs him ]
Castro: [ BREATHING HEAVILY ] Whoa, whoa, whoa! W-W-Whoa! Hold on! Hold on! hold-on! I-I didn’t sell him drugs. All right, he- he bought a gun.
Cooper: A gun?
Red: That’s not a location. Maybe another milligram will jog your memory.
Castro: Look, my- my- guy delivered it to him in Ivy City. Brick building on the corner of 16 and Oak. Apartment 3.
[ Red removes the needle ]
Red: You just missed the ride of a lifetime.

Tom: Lena? It’s me, Tom.
Lena: Come in.
Tom: All right, so, I ran a search on Pete at the courthouse. Turns out he pled guilty to mail fraud. Why? Because he sold thousands of patient medical records to insurance companies so they could deny coverage, lost his license, and would’ve spent 12 years in prison if he didn’t flip on the – What are you doing? You going somewhere?
Lena: You should go.
Tom: Did you hear what I said? Pete is a bad guy.
Lena: I don’t want to talk about Pete.
Tom: You said you were gonna help me find him.
Lena: You should really go.
Tom: Did he get to you? Was Pete here?
Lena: I don’t want to talk about it. And I’m sorry that your friend got killed and that you lost something important to you, but I can’t help you.
Tom: I went to the DC clerk’s office. There was no record that Pete McGee was ever married.
Lena: What?
Tom: Five minutes. Just to show you what I found.

Ressler: Argon Wright? Agents Ressler, Navabi FBI.
Argon Wright: FBI? What’s going on?
Samar: We have reason to believe you may be in danger.
Wright: Why would I be in danger? What do you mean? From who?
Ressler: We know about Knobbs and Dunning.
Wright: Knobbs and Dunning? I don’t– Who are Knobbs and Dunning?
Ressler: All right, drop the act. We know about your–
[ 💥💥] [ SCREAMS ] [ Wright is hit in the arm ]
Ressler: Down! Down! Get down! Gun!
Ressler: [ Running ] Move! Get out of the way! Move! Out of the way!

[ Cooper and Red approach Apartment 3. They stay on either side of the door as Cooper is about to knock ] [ A shotgun blasts 💥 through the door ] [ Cooper forces door open, gun drawn ]
Isaiah Hill: Mr. C?!

Ressler: We need names. Asset names–
Argon Wright: Everything was compartmentalized. We never saw each other. I didn’t even know the names of the operators I handled.
Samar: Think a little harder.
Wright: Hey look, lady, I don’t know. It’s– That gunman – the guy in the car.
Ressler: Yeah, the Oldsmobile.
Wright: I used to run an asset who drove a car just like that – ’86 Olds. I mean, this was nearly 30 years ago.
Samar: What was his name?
Wright: I told you – we didn’t use names. All I know – we called him No. 5.
Ressler: You may not have known his name, but you had to have a protocol.
Wright: The Agency would give me the target. Once they sent the dossier, I’d page No. 5 a signal – 342.
Samar: 3-4-2?
Wright: It’s a reference to a post office box in Seven Valleys. It’s where he’d pick up his assignments.

Post Office employee: 342?
Samar: Do you have a record of it?
PO employee: Lucky for you, I don’t need one.
Liz: Why is that?
PO employee: Because Mr Dawson has had that box since before I worked here.
Liz: Mr Dawson?
PO employee: Calvin. Hardly comes in, though. Not sure why he keeps it. Most of his mail is delivered to the home.
Samar: So his house is here in town?
PO employee: Not a house. He lives at the convalescent home up on Elm Briar Oak.

[ Lena loads a suitcase into her car ]
Crespin: [ On phone ] The message was delivered. Looks like the target is standing down.
[ Lena drives off ] [ Tom follows in another car ]

Cooper: You could’ve killed us. It’s a miracle we weren’t hurt. Are you even listening? Why are you here? And with a gun.
Red: Whoever you thought you were shooting at, if you tell us who they are, we can help you.
Isaiah Hill: Who are you?
Cooper: What are you doing with a gun?
Isaiah: Protecting myself.
Cooper: From who?
Isaiah: Line forms to the left.
Red: Perhaps you could be a tad more specific.
Isaiah: How about cops? Like you.
Cooper: He’s not a cop.
Isaiah: Cops who beat. Cops who kill.
Cooper: He’s not a cop.
Isaiah: Then who is he?
Red: A criminal.
Cooper: Isaiah, please – who were you shooting at?
Isaiah: I needed to buy something, and my regular guy wasn’t holding.
Cooper: “Something.” Fentanyl?
Isaiah: I heard about this guy Zeke Wilson. He owns a club – 24/7 action. If you can get in, it’s like a candy store. I knew I couldn’t get in the front, so I tried the back. Zeke was there in the alley, arguing with a guy. Zeke – he shot him.
Red: So you’re a witness he’s trying to get rid of.
Cooper: You should’ve told me, son.
Isaiah: I am not your son.
Cooper: No, you’re not. But I am your friend, and I’m here to help. Will you let me?

[ KEYPAD BEEPING ] [ Lena enters Pete’s office ]
Lena: [ On phone ] I told my boss I forgot something up here. I’m in Pete’s office. I’m putting you on speaker.
Tom: And you know his passwords?
Lena: I thought I did. Then again, I thought he was married.
Tom: Okay, anything Pete found out about the bones I gave him, what he knows, or where he is, it won’t be labeled or easy to find, so you got to upload everything.
Lena: Who tells someone they’re married when they’re not? Isn’t it usually the other way around?
Tom: Pete’s a con artist. He conned us both. He killed my friend, and now he’s sent someone to frame you.
Lena: I got in. It’s uploading.

Liz: I’m sorry – where is Mr. Dawson? We were told he lived here.
Convalescent Home Caregiver: He does. But he’s with Eleanor now – his wife. She stops by occasionally and takes him out for a day or so.
Samar: Can you tell us about his condition?
Caregiver: Calvin was injured years ago in a robbery – beaten badly and left for dead. Truthfully, he’s lucky to have survived it at all. But the brain injury left him with anterograde amnesia.
Liz: And what does that mean?
Caregiver: Calvin can’t form new memories. He can operate in the present, but what happened 10 hours or 10 days ago, for him, it’s as if it never happened.
Samar: But his long-term memory is still intact?
Caregiver: Yes – everything that happened prior to the injury.
Calvin Dawson: End of an era, huh?
Caregiver: As far as he’s concerned, the last 30 years didn’t happen. He can do the same puzzle, read the same book, eat the same meal.
Calvin: “Epoch.”
Caregiver: Every time, it’s brand-new.
Liz: What about when he sees a new car or a flat-screen TV?
Caregiver: Well, visual cues that are in conflict with his world view that’s he’s living in 1989 simply don’t register. They go into his mental spam folder.
Calvin: Where are the girls? They still asleep?
Eleanor: Karen picked them up early today.
Samar: We need to speak with Mr Dawson. Do you have a contact number or address for his wife?
Calvin: Hey, I should get to work.
Eleanor: Isn’t it early? Early is on time, on time is late, and late–
Eleanor: Hello? Oh. Yes, hi. Oh. Oh. Yes, I understand. Thank you.
Calvin: Who was that? What’s wrong?
Eleanor: Daycare. Mia was on the playground and took a fall. They’re taking her to the hospital.
Calvin: Is she okay? We- We should go.
Eleanor: Let me get my purse.

[ The FBI raids the Dawson’s home ]
— FBI!
— My side is clear!
— Move!
[ Samar feels a coffee cup left on the kitchen table ]
Samar: Still warm.
— Clear!
[ They search the house. At the back of a closet, Liz notices a ladder ]
Liz: Samar?

[ Liz and Samar enter the attic. It is filled with high tech equipment set up to create a day in 1989. There are several copies of a newspaper with the same crossword puzzle ]
Samar: “Morning radio,” November 9, 1989.
[ On the walls are pinned profiles and newspaper articles about killings of the recent targets ]
Liz: Dunning. Knobbs. Wright. All of them.

[ Eleanor is driving the Oldsmobile ]
Calvin: Eleanor, what’s going on?
Eleanor: I told you there’s been an incident.
Liz: The wife – he lied to her. Led her to believe he worked at an actual travel agency, had a normal life. She had no idea.
Eleanor: I was just trying to get by, trying to take care of you.
Liz: After the accident, somehow, somewhere, there was a slip-up, and she picked up on it.
Eleanor: I was at the bank, trying to figure out how to keep up with the medical bills – your medical bills – when the bank manager asked me why I hadn’t dipped into your personal account.
Calvin: What account? Eleanor, I don’t understand.
Eleanor: That’s exactly what I said.
Liz: She stumbled onto his finances.
Eleanor: I was able to connect the dots by following the money. Your travels were like a map.
Liz: A congressman from Utah murdered while he was in Salt Lake. A South African police general gunned down while he was in Cape Town.
Eleanor: You can’t imagine how angry and afraid I was to find out that the man that I loved, the father of my children, was a monster.
Liz: There’s no closure in confronting a man who doesn’t even know what day it is, so she just kept digging.
Eleanor: Every name, every number. It took me four years to get to the Travel Agency, and another six to figure out who worked there.
Liz: Finally, she figured out his protocols
Eleanor: The codes, the systems.
How the long-defunct Travel Agency communicated with their assets.
Eleanor: The post box in Seven Valleys was the final piece. I figured out how it worked. The pages, the dossiers.
Liz: And she used those same protocols to run her husband. Took advantage of his amnesia, making him believe it was still 1989, using him as her own contract killer to take out those in the Travel Agency. All the while, he had no idea.
Calvin: Wh- wh- wh- whatever- whatever you think happened, whatever you think I’ve done–
Eleanor: Oh, I know exactly what you did. But you don’t. Because you forget everything. What a blessing that must be.

[ Cooper is driving ]
Cooper: Isaiah’s father was pulled over for having expired plates. He got out of the car to see for himself. Officer told him to get back in the vehicle. But he’d paid for the tags. He knew there had to be some mistake. He was unarmed. He just wanted to see for himself. Officer gave him a second warning. When he reached to get his wallet, the officer shot him. Six times. Isaiah watched the man who murdered his father tried and acquitted on all accounts. For him, for so many like him, it’s the gospel truth that if you’re black in this country and you say the wrong word, you could be killed. Ask the wrong question, look the wrong way, you can be killed. Almost every cop I’ve served with, black or white, I’d be proud to call my brother. It tears me up knowing what so many people in my community think of them – just like it tears me up knowing that the cops who kill my other brothers will almost never be held responsible.
Red: Harold, your justice system protects those cops as it will protect you, no matter what you do to Zeke Wilson.
[ Car stops ]
Cooper: Zeke Wilson is a bloodsucking scum who preys on people like Isaiah.
Red: Yes. And if you choose to hold him responsible for what happened to Isaiah’s father or for all the people of color who are killed for saying the wrong thing or looking the wrong way, you can do that. You may be black, Harold, but you carry a badge, and like it or not, that means you’re a made man. Your justice system will protect you, just like it protected the cop who killed Isaiah’s father.
Cooper: Is that your observation or your advice?
Red: My observation is that you came to this party with an unregistered handgun.
My advice would be – as Isaiah’s father got six bullets, I’d give Zeke Wilson 12, order a rib eye, raise a glass of Château Latour, and toast to a job well done.
Cooper: Sounds like a plan.
Red: Yes – if I were going in there. But I’m not. You’re taking it from here, Harold. And while your system won’t hold you to account for whatever you choose to do, your conscience will. Though, on the off chance that I’ve overestimated your tendency toward self-restraint, Dembe will be there to watch your back.

[ Cooper and Dembe enter Zeke Miller’s club ]
Bouncer: Hold up.
[ Cooper shows his badge. Cooper and Dembe enter the club ]
Cooper: [ To the bartender ] Zeke Wilson. Don’t point. Don’t signal. Just nod. Guy on the couch? Beard?

Cooper: Special Agent Harold Cooper, FBI.
Zeke Miller: [ SCOFFS, CHUCKLES ] “Special Agent.” What makes you special, Agent Cooper?
Cooper: I’m taking you in on felony charges of intimidating a witness.
Zeke: [ CHUCKLING ] Witness to what?
Cooper: Murder. And when he gives his statement, I’ll be charging you with that, as well.
Zeke: I got no idea what you’re talking about.
Cooper: Isaiah Hill is a friend of mine.
Zeke: [ SMACKS LIPS ] Isaiah Hill? You sure you want to go down this road? ‘Cause accidents happen to snitches even when their friend’s a G.
Cooper: Are you threatening him?
Zeke: I’m just saying accidents happen. Hit by a car, drown in a pool. You can’t arrest someone for an accident, can you, Not-So-Special Agent Cooper?
Cooper: You’re right. I’m not so special. But I want my friend to have a chance at life, and I want scum like you where they belong.
[ Cooper slugs⚡️Zeke ]
Zeke: [ GROANING ]
Cooper: Zeke Wilson. You’re under arrest.

Samar: We need a location on Eleanor Belle Dawson. Notify state patrol we’re looking for a black ’86 Oldsmobile.
Ressler: We already issued a BOLO, but tracking these two is gonna be difficult. Dawson leads an analog life, which means no technology to trace – no cell, no navigation.
Samar: What about the pager?
Liz: His wife probably used it to signal Dawson.
Aram: There is only one number that’s been calling that pager – each page coming on the same day as a killing.
Ressler: The wife’s burner.
Liz: Aram, we need you to get a trace on that burner.
Aram: Yeah, all over it.

[ Eleanor Dawson drives Calvin to a cemetery ]
Calvin: What are we doing here? Why are we in a cemetery?
Eleanor: Calvin, sweetheart, we’re here to see the children.

Eleanor: Every day, I tell you Karen picked up Sam and Mia early. Karen hasn’t picked up the girls in 30 years. They’re dead, Calvin.
[ A single headstone marks the gravesite of the two girls ~ “Sisters Here & Hereafter.” They were 2 and 3 years old when they died ]
Calvin: [ VOICE BREAKING ] No.
Eleanor: We were in Miami on what I thought was a family vacation. I collapsed at the pool. My appendix burst. Do you remember? When I went into surgery, you took the girls out of the hospital. You told me you didn’t want them to be scared. But what you didn’t tell me was that you had somewhere to be that afternoon. A job.
Calvin: El- Eleanor? [ Voice Breaking ] Not my girls.
Eleanor: You took our girls with you to kill a man. You left them in the car and walked inside the back of a restaurant to do a job which should’ve taken you – what, two minutes? But it didn’t take you two minutes, Calvin. Because the man you went to kill knew you were coming – got a jump on you, left you for dead, bleeding and beaten in the alley while our girls were locked in the car too young to know any better. The medical examiner said electrolyte abnormalities kicked in and sparked cardiac arrhythmias and something he called “skin slippage.” Everyone from Seawall is dead. Except Wright. The police got to him. But everyone else. It doesn’t bring the girls back or make me feel as good as I thought it would – but you did it.

[ SIRENS WAILING ] [ Liz and Samar and other agents arrive at the cemetery. Eleanor draws a gun and trains it on Calvin ]
Liz: Eleanor Dawson! FBI! I need you to put that gun down!
Eleanor: They told me you were at the convalescent home looking for him. You know who he is, right?
Liz: Yes. If you put your gun down, we can talk about it. I want to talk about it.
Eleanor: I don’t know what you people think is gonna happen. You don’t gain anything by arresting me or putting me in jail. I’m not a danger to society, like he is!
Liz: My name is Elizabeth. I’m a mother, like you. I want to understand.
Eleanor: You’re a mother?
Liz: Yes.
Eleanor: Oh, good. Then you’ll understand this.
[ Eleanor shoots💥💥Calvin. An FBI sharpshooter takes out Eleanor💥]

Isaiah Hill: That’s it. That’s my statement about what I saw. What comes next?
Cooper: The US attorney will review what you said, decide whether to file charges. And if it goes to court, you’ll be called to testify.
Isaiah: In court? Against Wilson? Where everyone can see?
Cooper: Nothing will happen if you do. You have my word on that.
Isaiah: The word of a cop?
Cooper: A cop who knows what you’re going through. My father marched for Dr. King. He was attacked by police dogs in Birmingham, was beaten on Bloody Sunday. For his troubles, the Bureau opened up a secret file on him, called him a radical, enemy of the state. He was my hero, and the organization I’ve devoted my life to did everything in its power to destroy him. But that’s why I devoted my life to it – to make sure that the Bureau never did to another black man what it did to my old man.
Isaiah: And mine.
Cooper: Come on. I’ll take you home.
Isaiah: I need some help, Mr. Cooper. I’m gonna try. [ VOICE BREAKING ] But I think I need some help. [ VOICE BREAKING ]
Cooper: Yeah. Let’s get you home, Isaiah.

Lena: Did you find what you were looking for?
Tom: Nope. But I did find this.
Lena: [ Reads ] “Congratulations, Lena Mercer. You have qualified to receive a UVA Visa card.” I don’t understand.
Tom: You have Pete’s passwords. He has yours. And he’s using them to open new credit cards in your name. The reason we can’t find Pete is he’s not using his accounts. He’s using yours. And that’s how we’re gonna find him.
[ Crespin is watching Tom and Lena from a distance ]
Crespin: [ On phone ] The warning didn’t take. Yes, sir. I’ll make sure of it next time.

[ Harrison Storm’s ♪ “Change It All” plays ]
[ At the miniature golf course ]
Red: I feel like you’re a natural golfer, and I’m just not.
Dembe: You’re naturally good at many things.
Red: Like what? Like what?

♪ Take it from me

Dembe: [ Pause ] You’re good company.
Red: [ LAUGHING ] Well, that doesn’t count!

♪ All of what I know

Dembe: I’ll think of something.
Red: You know what? Never mind.

[ Liz reflects in the cemetery by the headstone of the two Dawson girls, now splashed with the blood of their parents ]

♪ It’s hard to find peace
Buried in so deep
I can only hear the world is shouting

[ The DC courthouse ]
Tom: Slow down! Liz, why are we running? I don’t know why we just flew across town.
[ Liz grabs a form from the counter ]
Liz: Will you?
Tom: [ CHUCKLING ] What?
Liz: I know it’s super spur-of-the-moment, and this is not very romantic. I mean, we’re under fluorescent lights. These pens are attached to the table, for God’s sake, but– Look. With everything I see in a day, I just feel so lucky to have you. And if we don’t do this now–
Tom: Hey. Yes. [ CHUCKLES ]
Justice of the Peace: That’s it. I now pronounce you husband and wife.
[ Liz and Tom kiss ]

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Episode Songs


♪ Way Down We go
By Kaleo

♪ Oh, father tell me, do we get what we deserve?
Oh, we get what we deserve

♪ And way down we go
Oh, way down we go
Say, way down we go
Way down we go

♪ Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look him right in the eyes?

♪ ‘Cause they will run you down, down ’til the dark
Yes, and they will run you down, down ’til you fall
And they will run you down, down to your core
Yeah, ’til you can’t crawl no more

♪ And way down we go
Way down we go
Say, way down we go

♪ ‘Cause they will run you down, down ’til you’re caught
Way down we go

♪ Whoa, baby, yeah
Whoa, baby
Way down we go

♪ And way down we go
Way down we go
Say, way down we go
Way down we go

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2lIns9h
YouTube: https://youtu.be/0-7IHOXkiV8


♫ Change It All
By Harrison Storm

♪ Take it from me
All of that I know
Lay there beside me and show your wounds
It’s hard to find peace
Buried in so deep
I can only hear the words you shout
All I see is how I could change it all
Find my peace of a few, it’s time to fall
For a new day
Oh from silence
To a new state of mind
Heard a whisper
Something said some sweet
Its the quietest hour, will leave this sea
Show no fear
Things we can control
Hoping that you see how great, thay’s fir you
All I know is how I could change it all
Find my peace of a few, it’s time to fall
For a new day
Oh from silence
To a new state of mind
[ Music ]

♪ All I know is how I could, change it all
Find my peace in a few, it’s time to fall
For a new day
Oh from silence
To a new state of mind

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2A2PHBw
YouTube: https://youtu.be/9JyAdf7ddcM

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🔴 Script: 5:7 The Kilgannon Corporation (№ 48)

Program air date: 11/8/2017 in the US
Full Script Permalink: http://wp.me/pDKwi-6kr
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Director: Jean de Segonzac
Written by: Lukas Reiter



⭕ Script: 5:7 The Kilgannon Corporation (№ 48)

Brief: Red has confronted Tom about the suitcase full of bones left for Liz by Mr Kaplan. Tom has denied any knowledge, even as he works with Pete McGee’s former girlfriend Lena to locate Pete in the belief Pete killed Nik Korpal and has the suitcase. Tom has researched Pete’s shady past and has evidence that Pete has stolen Lena’s identity and is getting credit cards in her name. Lena has obtained a copy of Pete’s computer files from his office, which may contain information on the identity of the bones. Liz and Tom have finally gone to the courthouse and are, at last, remarried.

[ A couple and their two young children are at the beach ] [ BIRDS CALLING ]
Mother: Did they go all the way down to Arctic Avenue?
Father: [ On cellphone ] Yeah, if you hit Arctic, you went too far. No, turn back. Yeah, you’re gonna hang a left on Ashley Street. All right, I’ll see you in a bit. [ Throws football to son ] All right, Brax. Bring it on! Whoo! There you go!
[ WAVES CRASHING ] [ The daughter finds a sand dollar, then sees a body washed up on the beach. She looks out. There are bodies floating, plus a few survivors swimming or struggling ashore ]
Girl: Mom?
[ Survivor coughing ]
Girl: Mom!
Mother: Michael! Come on. Come on.
Father: Yeah, I see them. Come on. Brax, Poppy, go to your mother! Come on. Come on, Brax. Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
[ ALL COUGHING ] [ The father begins to help survivors ashore ]

Tom: If you answer your phone–
Liz: Ohh.
Tom: –we are getting a divorce.
Liz: I have to meet Reddington in 30 minutes.
Tom: No! No, you don’t! Just tell him you’re on your honeymoon. Tell him that your second husband insists you take one day off.
Liz: Um, technically–
Tom: One day.
Liz: – you are my first husband because our first marriage was annulled–
Tom: Uh-huh.
Liz: –and last night was our first time–
Tom: Mm-hmm.
Liz: –sleeping together as husband and wife.
Tom: Hmm.
Liz: Well, actually, like, the third time– Well, first night.
Tom: Mm. Mm-hmm.
Liz: And morning.
Tom: Mm-hmm.
Tom: Guy really has a problem.
Liz: That’s your phone.
Tom: Oh.
Liz: “No Caller ID”? That’s very mysterious.
Tom: I want to keep it that way.
[ Tom tosses phone ] [ CELLPHONE THUMPS LIGHTLY ]
Liz: Hey, you could’ve won a set of steak knives or the lottery.
Tom: You know what? I did win the lottery when you agreed to marry me–
Liz: Aww.
Tom: –again.
Liz: And I have steak knives.
Tom: So we’re good.
Liz: It’s fine. Don’t need to answer.
Tom: Ah.

[ BIRDS CHIRPING ] [ Red is seated at an outdoor table when Liz arrives ]
Red: Are you okay?
Liz: I’m better than okay. I’m great. We’re great – Tom and I. We got married. See? [ Shows diamond ] Now’s normally when people say “congratulations.”
Red: [ CHUCKLES ] [ Getting up ] Sorry. Tom and I have had our differences, but I believe he wants what’s best for you. And Agnes. Congratulations, Elizabeth.
[ They hug ]
Liz: Thank you. You know, um– for the first time in a very long time, I feel– I don’t know– [ INHALES DEEPLY ] Happy. [ CHUCKLES ]
[ They sit ] [ Liz picks up the newspaper Red was reading ]
Liz: Then I see what’s going on in the world.
Red: Migrants hidden away in a Chinese freighter bound for South Carolina.
Liz: Human trafficking.
Red: “Trafficking” implies the passengers are being moved against their will. These people paid for the privilege. All over the world, criminals are smuggling people into countries they can’t enter legally. Some are hoping for a better life. Others are escaping war or persecution for a price. People like me can help them.
Liz: Like you? You’re in the human-smuggling business?
Red: I was. My organization provided access to the Americas, various European countries, select destinations in Asia. For a fair price, I provided a quality service. Mr Kaplan put an end to that. In her feverish desire to destroy me, Kate destroyed my relocation networks.
Liz: Why are you telling me this?
Red: Because, as you can see, a ruthless and unscrupulous player has stepped forward to fill the void left by my absence. The ship these people were packed into like sardines was a death trap. It wasn’t fit to make the journey, which is why it sank two miles off the Carolina coast.

[ DOOR OPENS ] [ Colin Kilgannon sits at a table. His father, Arthur, stands next to him. Two men enter with a Chinese man ]
Colin Kilgannon: [ IRISH ACCENT ] Mr. Zhang I’m a simple man. When I hire a mechanic [ CHUCKLES ] I expect him to know how to fix my car. When I hire a Snakehead, I expect him to know how to ship our clients without killing them.
Zhang: It was a mistake. Please.
Colin: 29 clients died. Clients who were supposed to pay a balance upon arrival. But that’s obviously not gonna happen now that they’re dead.
Zhang: We did what you said. We put a-as many people on–
Colin: Sorry, Da. I wish you didn’t have to see that.
Arthur Kilgannon: Dead clients don’t make us money. But neither do dead employees.

Red: Elizabeth, whomever has filled the vacuum left by my downfall has to be stopped, or more innocent people will die.

Ressler: So, Reddington was moving people illegally across borders. Do I have that right?
Liz: In his mind, he was giving people hope.
Aram: Yeah. Some are only alive because he got them away from, you know, whatever they were running from.
Samar: Don’t assume that all those people were good people. Most, perhaps, but border control is essential.
Liz: Whatever you believe about the business, bottom line, people are dying, and that needs to stop.
Ressler: The player who took over Reddington’s routes – He doesn’t know who it is?
Liz: Which is why he needs our help.

Cooper: Sounds to me like what you want is help getting rid of the competition.
Red: There are much easier ways to earn a dollar than moving migrants. I did it because someone will, and if it’s going to be done, it should be done well by someone who holds to certain standards.
Cooper: Very noble. A man in your position has the luxury of acting on his own conscience. I am the Assistant Director of the FBI. I’ll help you take down whoever took your place, but the Bureau can’t be responsible for putting you back in the global smuggling business.
Red: Fair enough.
Cooper: Good. Then where do we start?
Red: Greece. The route north, through Macedonia. It’s the most traveled and the most lucrative. It’s a simple plan. We put someone in the pipeline. He gets the name of the person who took over my routes. We pull him out.
Cooper: Does that mean you know the access point they’re using?
Red: I do. Normally, I’d suggest we insert one of your people to get the name, but this time I suggest we use one of mine.

Aram: We’ll stay in touch via this device I can embed in your rear molar. It works like a microphone and allows me to pick up your voice.
Dembe: And I can hear you because the same transmitter allows the sound of your voice to travel up the jawbone and into my inner ear.
Aram: Yeah, that’s- that’s right. Um, how’d you know that?
Dembe: Khan Academy. I took their course in electrical engineering.
Aram: Uh, don’t you also speak, like, five languages?
Dembe: Eight.
Aram: You know, other than the fact that you sometimes have to kill people for a living, you’re, like, my role model. Open up.

[ Thessaloniki, Greece ]
[ Ressler, Samar and Liz are on-site in a vehicle ] Dembe walks some distance away ]
[ DOORBELL CHIMES ] [ Dembe enters shop ]
Ressler: He’s in. Aram, you have ears?
Aram: I do. We are up and live.
[ At the Post Office ]
Cooper: Okay, heads up, people. We have no idea what we’re walking into here.
Samar: Aside from the fact that we have no legal authority in Greece and we’re sending a civilian in undercover.
Aram: He’s gonna crush it.

Clerk: Welcome, friend. Help you find something?
Dembe: I was told you have a copy of Eratosthenes’ map of the world.
Clerk: It’s not for sale.
[ Dembe plops a bundle of bills on the counter ]
Dembe: I was also told everything’s for sale.
Clerk: You’ll have to ask the boss.

[ The clerk leads Dembe to another room ]
Cornelius Goga: Let me look at you. What’s your name?
Dembe: Malik Charef.
Goga: Where you from, Malik Charef?
Dembe: Oran.
Goga: I see. And how does an Algerian find himself so far from home?
Dembe: I traveled to Zawiyah, bought passage across the water to Lesbos. And now I’m seeking safe transport to Berlin.
Goga: Search him.
Liz: He’s onto something. He’s checking for a wire.
Goga: Who are you? The police? The Astynomia? Open your mouth. Open.
Ressler: Sir, what do you want us to do?
Cooper: Hold. Let it play out.
Goga: You’re not from Oran. You’ve had dental work done in the West. Maybe I should kill you. [ STERNLY ] Who are you?
Dembe: Count down from five. If I’m with the police, they’re listening. They won’t let you get to zero. They’ll storm this place, and then you won’t have to guess who I am.
Goga: You think this is a game? [ GUN COCKS ] Let’s play your game. Five–
Ressler: Sir, they’re gonna shoot him.
Liz: We got to move.
Cooper: No! Hold your position.
Goga: Three. Two. One. [ Pause ] Be here tomorrow, 10:00. I’ll have you in Germany by the end of the week. The cost is 3,000 Euro, and payment is due up front. The Irish are no longer accepting funds upon arrival.

[ PHONE DIALS ] [ Red is in his plane ]
Liz: The Irish – The coyote Dembe met with mentioned something about the Irish. Do you know who he’s talking about?
Red: Yes, the Irishman Arthur Kilgannon. I’ve never met him. He lives in Sofia. That’s not a city I frequent.

[ Sofia, Bulgaria ]
[ ICE CLINKING ] [ Arthur Kilgannon is making himself an Irish Mule ]
Red: Hello, old man. Is the sun past the yardarm? Perhaps I’ll have a drink, too.

[ Manassas, Virginia ]
Tom: Hey.
Lena Mercer: I wasn’t sure you’d come.
Tom:Sorry. I couldn’t take your calls. My wife and I were, uh– occupied. What have you got?
Lena: You were right. Pete’s been using my account information to take out a credit card in my name.
Tom: And he used it here?
Lena: The fraud unit called, asking if I could confirm using one of my cards here yesterday at 6:43 pm, so he was here.
Tom: Come with me.

[ DOORBELL CHIMES ] [ DOOR CLOSES ] [ Tom and Lena enter ]
Clerk: [ To Tom ] Excuse me. Can I help you?
Lena: [ To Clerk ] Sweetie. Do you have somewhere I could try this on?
Clerk: Uh, no. Sorry, I don’t.
[ Tom goes into the back room ]
Lena: Figured as much. Mind holding my purse?
[ Lena plops her purse on the counter and takes off her shirt to try on a tee, a process the clerk watches intently ]
[ In the back room, Tom flips through the surveillance video ] [ KEYBOARD CLACKING ]
[ Lena slips on the tee and turns around ]
Lena: What do you think? Too tight?
Clerk: No. No, it I- It looks good. Yeah.
[ Tom finds Pete McGee on the surveillance video, begins to photograph the images with his cell ]
[ TOILET FLUSHES ] [ Man enters back room ]
Man: [ To Tom ] Hey! Y-You can’t be in here. Hey, did you hear what I just said?
[ Tom pushes the man against the wall. Man falls ] [ BOTH GRUNT ] [ Tom hurries out ]
Tom: [ To Lena ] That one. Definitely. Time to go.
[ Lena takes her purse, puts some money on the counter, takes her old shirt ]
Lena: [ To clerk ] Thanks again. You’re a life saver.
[ Tom and Lena run out and get in Tom’s car ]
[ Crespin has been in a nearby car. It pulls out and follows Tom and Lena ]

Red: Your reputation precedes you.
Arthur: But unfortunately for you, so does yours. You’ve had a setback.
Red: Yes, of which you’ve taken full advantage.
Arthur: Well, I doubt you came all this way just to compliment my efforts.
Red: I have a proposition.
Arthur: Well, then, you’ve come to the wrong Kilgannon. My son handles all the day-to-day now. He rebuilt your smuggling network in next to no time.
Red: [ CHUCKLES ] It’s easy to move quickly when you don’t care about quality control.
Arthur: The ship from China? Colin said that’s an isolated incident.
Red: My sources say otherwise. The way I hear it, travelers are dying all over the place. In six months, the business you took from me won’t exist. My proposition is a 50-50 split. Colin cedes operational control to me. Mortality rates plummet. Profits soar.
Arthur: My son knows what he’s doing.
[ Red puts down his glass ] [ GLASS THUMPS LIGHTLY ]
Red: The reputation that precedes you is one of a man with exacting standards. I’m sorry to see that’s not the case.

[ Tom and Lena review the photos Tom took from the surveillance video. Lena notices Pete’s hand is bandaged ]
Lena: He’s hurt.
Tom: Yeah, well, it’s not easy killing a man. I’m sure Nik put up a fight.
Lena: You don’t know he killed him.
Tom: Well, he changed his appearance, so he’s hiding something.
Lena: That one. There – that’s his car.
Tom: Hello.
Lena: What is that? A key?
Tom: “Red Birch Motel.”

[ The Post Office ]
Cooper: Meet Arthur and Colin Kilgannon. On paper, they’re consultants to the shipping industry. In reality, they smuggle illegal objects and substances around the globe.
Samar: Including people.
Aram: They operate out of Bulgaria, protected by the older Kilgannon’s political connections.
Liz: So local authorities won’t cooperate on warrants or subpoenas.
Ressler: Which will make it impossible to track their operation.
Cooper: Not if we have someone on the inside to document it for us.

[ In Red’s plane ]
Red: Absolutely not.
Dembe: I’ve already been approved for transport.
Red: You went in to get a name. You got it. Mission accomplished.
Dembe: People are dying.
Red: Which is why you mustn’t go.
Dembe: Or why I must. I know what it feels like to be seen as less than human. A thing transported for money. You saved me from that. Which is why I know you’ll want me to try and save others.
Red: I’ll fly you back to Thessaloniki, then head up to Berlin and wait for your arrival. If we lose contact, the Task Force will track you from the point of departure. And I can work backwards from the destination until we find you.
Dembe: If something goes wrong–
Red: It won’t.
Dembe: If it does–
Red: I’ll look after your family.
Dembe: I know you will. But my concern is, who will look after you?
Red: [ SCOFFS ]

[ A human trafficking site ] [ Dembe is among the refugees ] [ DOOR CREAKS ]
Cornelius Goga: I commend you for getting this far. Now all that stands between you and your destination is me. Do as I say, and I will make sure you get there. Disobey me, and I will make sure that never happens.
Ana Elazar: [ GASPS ] Mama?! [ BREATHING HEAVILY ]
Goga: I’ll see you on the other side.

Arthur Kilgannon: That Chinese ship! You knew it was in no condition to make that trip, but you sent it anyway.
Colin Kilgannon: Who told you that?
Arthur: Raymond Reddington.
Colin: He’d say anything to get his routes back.
Arthur: No, Colin, I’ve checked it out. Hundreds dead. And you gave the orders to overcrowd the ships and the trucks. We’re moving people in equipment unfit to transport livestock!
Colin: Da, listen.
Arthur: No! It’s my fault. I thought if I gave you the business, you’d change, but you’ve always had a mean streak, even as a child. You’ve proven yourself to be unfit to run this business. Sorry, Colin. You’re out!
Colin: You can’t do that. Da.
[ Colin attacks Arthur ]
Arthur: Get off me! No! Colin!
Colin: You can’t do this. Do you hear me?!
Arthur: Colin!
Colin: Do you hear me?!
[ Colin Kilgannon strangles his father ]

Cooper: Are they in Macedonia yet?
Aram: Yeah, they just crossed the border using a series of tunnels along the Suva Reka River.
Cooper: I spoke to their Minister of Internal Affairs. He knows that we have agents in-country watching the van, but that’s all we’re allowed to do. Any official action has to be taken by the Macedonian police.
Aram: [ Over comms ] Hey, Dembe. Everything is okay here. We’ve got a solid fix on your location.

Liz: Looks like we’ve hit our first way-station. Armed guards and gates. You guys seeing this?
Aram: All right, I clock multiple warehouses, rail cars, trucks – a lot of movement.
Samar: I have eyes on a secondary exit, but there must be more. There’s no way we can cover them all.
Goga: Out. Out. No talking. Quick. Let’s go. Come on. Stay together. Hurry.
Ana Elazar: Mama. [ Arabic: ] I’m scared.
Goga: Quiet! Go, go, go, go.
Aram: Guys, this place is the perfect cover – a shipping complex housing over a dozen corporations. Everything from smart-phones to frozen fish. Shipping containers moving in and out. How would anybody know some of them are packed with people?
Ressler: We could be looking at a lot more than just a way-station here. This could be the Kilgannons’ European base of operation.
Samar: If it is, there’s probably enough evidence in that building to build a damn good case against them. We should move on it now and get Dembe out before something goes wrong.
Cooper: I agree. Let’s end this before we get in over our heads. I’ll ask the Macedonians to secure a warrant.

[ Tom and Lena pull into the parking lot of the Red Birch Motel ]
Lena: There – that’s Pete’s car.
Tom: You sure?
Lena: Yeah.
[ GEARSHIFT CLICKS, ENGINE SHUTS OFF ] [ Tom gets a gun from the dash compartment ]
Lena: Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing?
Tom: What does it look like? [ GUN COCKS ]
Lena: You don’t know that he killed your friend.
Tom: We don’t know he didn’t, so if it’s all right with you, I want to make sure he doesn’t kill us, too. You have a problem with that, you’re welcome to wait in the car.
[ Lena gets out and follows Tom ]

[ In Arabic (with subtitles): ]

Maya Elazar: I told you we shouldn’t do this.
Victor Elazar: It will be fine.
Maya: We’re in a cage!
Victor: And the camps were better? No plumbing or heat? I know you’re scared. But we made the right decision.
[ Dembe tries to divert Ana Elazar’s attention ]
Dembe: Do you like bunny rabbits?
[ Ana nods. Dembe fashions a bunny rabbit from a handkerchief and wiggles its ears for Ana. She smiles. He gives Ana the handkerchief ]
Dembe: It’s okay.
[ Ana tries to duplicate what Dembe did, wiggles the bunny’s ears. Suddenly, Maya pulls Ana away ]
Maya: [ To Victor ] I’m worried about how this is affecting her.

Pete McGee: Who is it?
Lena: It’s Lena. I need to talk to you.
Pete: Lena?
[ LOCK DISENGAGES ] [ DOOR CREAKS ] [ Tom enters, gun drawn ]
Pete: What are you doing here?
Tom: Miss me? Where’s the suitcase?
Pete: Were you followed?
Tom: Suitcase.
Pete: Shut the door!
Tom: Where are the bones?
Pete: You have no idea what they’re capable of.
Tom: I know what you’re capable of – killing Nik.
Lena: He said you killed his friend.
Pete: Me?! If anyone’s responsible for what happened to him, it’s you [ GROANING ] for what happened to me, too!
[ Pete pulls back the bandage on his hand ]
Lena: Oh, my God. H-He came into the clinic looking for you. You disappeared. I was worried.
Tom: You lied to her about being married. Why should we believe you about this?
Pete: I don’t care what you believe. You roped us into this. And the guys who did this– They knew it, too. They knew I put in a request with CODIS. I don’t know how, but they did. So they came to my place to get the bones and kill me.
Tom: Kill you?
Pete: Yeah. After playing mumbly peg to try to get me to give up the names of anyone else who knew, which I didn’t, FYI.
Tom: Yeah. They did get the suitcase, I bet. And Nik?
Pete: He showed up after I passed out. And when I came to, I heard a noise, a struggle. I looked out. I saw this guy. He had his arm wrapped around Nik’s neck. I ran. All I know for sure is that if he hadn’t shown up, they would’ve killed me, too.
[ Men enter. Blackout ]

Goga: Up! Time to go! Let’s go! Hurry! Quick! Quick, quick. Move, move, move, move. All right. You, this truck.
Goga: You, over there.
Ana: No!
Goga: Move! I said move!
Maya: Wait!
Goga: Move!
Maya: Please, that’s our daughter!
[ Ana is separated from her parents ]
Dembe: Don’t do this.
Maya: Ana!
[ Goga slugs Dembe in the jaw, knocking him to the ground ]

Aram: No, no, no, no, no, no, no. We just lost the connection.
Samar: It sounded like he was hit.
Cooper: Get him back.
Aram: I can’t.
Ressler: [ Over comms ] Sir, we need to get in there.
Cooper: Nobody’s going anywhere. I’m not sending you blind into a building full of armed guards. And we were specifically told not to take any action without the local police.

Victor: I’m begging you!
Maya: It is my daughter. Please!
Ana: Mama!
Samar: Tactical units are pulling up now.
[ A man pulls down the door of the truck is in with Dembe ]
Ana: [ Screams ]
Victor: Ana! Ana!
[ Maya SOBBING ]
[ The trucks speed away ] [ TIRES SCREECHING ]
[ MEN SHOUTING ] [ Police raid the facility ]
[ 💥💥💥 Firefight 💥💥💥 ]
Goga is hit: Ohh!
Ressler: He’s got a weapon. Look out!

[ Ressler, Samar and Liz run through the complex ]
Samar: Dembe? Do you see him?
Liz: I don’t have him.
Ressler: He’s not here. Keen, check that truck.
— Let’s go. Now.
[ Samar lifts the door of one of the trucks. People crawl forward ]
Samar: Dembe.
— Ohh!

[ Dembe and Ana are sitting on the floor of the truck as it barrels away from the complex. Ana looks at Dembe, stifling back sobs ]

Liz: [ On phone ] Dembe is gone.
Red: What do you mean gone?
Liz: We believe his truck left the premises before we got to the building.
Red: Well, they couldn’t have gotten very far.
Liz: We set a perimeter, but it’s not that simple. They used tunnels to get into Macedonia.
Red: Elizabeth, somebody in that warehouse knows where to find that truck.
Liz: Yeah. I know. We’re working on it.

Goga: [ GROANS ]
Ressler: Cornelius Goga. Huh. You’re losing a lot of blood, Cornelius. [ STERNLY ] Hey! Do not pass out on me.
Goga: [ GRUNTS ]
Ressler: That truck that just left – Get on the phone and contact the driver now.
Goga: [ SCOFFS ] You won’t find them.
Samar: “Them”? How many are still out there?
Goga: The minute you raided, our dispatch sent a burn signal to our drivers.
Ressler: I don’t believe you.
Goga: You’re too late. Our drivers know. They ditched their trucks, walked away. Nobody can find them now. Only our drivers know where they are.

[ Conference call ]
Liz: Cooper?
Cooper: We’re here, Agent Keen. The photos you sent are coming through.
Liz: Reddington?
Red: I’m right here. Tell me what you know.
Liz: As of now, there are still seven trucks unaccounted for. The police are looking for them, but the drivers were instructed to abandon them in hard-to-find places.
Samar: Dirt roads, parking garages.
Red: Then find the drivers.
Ressler: The drivers are in the wind.
Aram: Uh, everyone, uh, I think we might have another problem here. The truck in the photo you sent – Is it the same size and style as the one we think Dembe’s on?
Samar: Yes. Why?
Aram: It’s a refrigerated truck, meaning its cargo bay is airtight. If the truck stops running–
Red: The air stops circulating.
Cooper: Aram, can you pull up the specs on the truck? Tell us how much oxygen the cargo bay can hold?
Aram: Actually, it’s- it’s not the oxygen that’s the problem, sir. It’s the carbon dioxide we breathe out. 3% is fatal to humans. When the air reaches 3% CO₂, everyone inside will asphyxiate.
Red: How long?
Cooper: Aram, how long?!
Aram: Hang on. The truck’s cargo bay is just under 1000 cubic feet. The average person produces about 1.7 cubic feet of CO₂ per hour, times 15 people. Maybe 2½ hours.
Red: I have to go. Do what you can.

[ Inside the truck, an immigrant, Budron, pounds on the sliding door ]
Budron: Hey! Can you hear us?! Why have we stopped?!
Woman: Shh! You will give us away!
Budron: You’re afraid of being caught? We’ve been abandoned!
Dembe: Someone will come.
Budron: Staying calm will not keep us alive. We have to get out of here. There’s not enough air. [ Arabic: Help me ]
[ Budron and another man pry off a metal bar. Budron uses it to pound the wall ]
[ Ana whimpers ]
Dembe: [ To Ana ] It’s okay. Someone will come.

Mrs Kilgannon: All right, I’m coming!
Red: Where is Arthur?
Mrs Kilgannon: I’m sorry. Who are you?
Red: I need to see your husband. Please, It’s important I speak to your husband.
Mrs Kilgannon: My husband – is dead.
Red: Your– Uh, your son? If you could get your son on the phone.
Mrs Kilgannon: No, whatever on earth is the matter, please–
Red: Mrs. Kilgannon, someone I care about a great deal is in imminent danger, and I have very little time. The only person who can help me is your son. So unless you want this exchange to become considerably more heated you’ll get him on the phone immediately.

Colin Kilgannon: The entire facility lost!
Colin: Do you have any idea what that means?! That one location was funding most of our operation!
Colin: [ SIGHS ] I can’t talk now!
Red: The seven trucks that received burn signals in Macedonia – I need the names and addresses of the drivers.
Colin: Reddington. You told my father I was unfit to run the company. You tried to have me pushed out. Why would I help you?
Red: Allow me to pay you the courtesy of being blunt. I need your help to find those trucks, or I’m gonna have to put a bullet in your mother’s head.
Colin: You’ll kill my mother? That’s your leverage? [ Laughs ]
[ Mrs Kilgannon can overhear ]
Red: You have five seconds.
Colin: Oh, let’s not waste time. Go ahead and put her down. Put a bullet in the old lady. I would’ve done it meself eventually, but you can save me the trouble.
Red: I’m– I’m so sorry.
Mrs Kilgannon: Colin drives an old American sports car. It was very expensive. He had the vehicle outfitted with GPS tracking. If you let me go to my computer I can give you his exact location.

[ Tom, Lena and Pete are in a cell. They have been beaten ]
[ FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING ] [ Ian Garvey grabs Tom, punches him ]
Ian Garvey: Did I wake you? I’ll make this simple. I have the suitcase. And because I have the suitcase, I need to speak with Raymond Reddington. So here’s my offer. The person who puts me in contact with him first will live. I can’t guarantee the quality of your life, but breathing is part of the package. The other two will die. Thoughts? Questions?
Pete: I can’t tell you what I don’t know.
Garvey: That’s more of a comment, really.
Pete: Tom, tell him, damn it. Tell him! Look, he’s the one who knows. He ran it all. He hired me to extract the DNA. I just ran the search.
Garvey: I see. So you’re of no use.
[ Garvey shoots Pete in the head💥 Lena screams ]
Garvey: It’s no small thing to betray a man like Reddington. I’d want to think about it, too. But, unfortunately, you don’t have that luxury. Maybe this will aid in your deliberations.
[ Garvey points his gun at Lena ]
Tom: Wait! Wait! She doesn’t know anything.
Lena: I don’t. Please. I-I won’t say anything. I-I don’t even know where we are. I could just go – I’ll just go.
Garvey: Go?
Lena: You don’t have to do this.
Garvey: Darling, I-I’m not uncivilized. I just need the information.
Garvey: Go.
[ Guard cuts Lena free ]
Guard: Go on. You’re free to go.
[ HURRIED FOOTSTEPS ] [ Garvey turns and shoots💥Lena in the back. Lena screams, falls ]
Garvey: Then there was one.

Colin Kilgannon: Pull any docs that tie us to the facility and destroy them. The bank records, payroll, evidence of our payoffs in the border–
[ GUNSHOTS 💥💥 ] [ All but Colin fall ]
— Oh!
Red: Your mother brought you into this world, Colin. Did you really think she couldn’t take you out?
[ Red shoots💥a man who is still moving ]
— Aah!
Red: I want the names of those drivers.
Colin: Okay. Okay. I can get them. They’re in his briefcase.
Red: How convenient. Who’s he?
Colin: My financial adviser. He handles the payroll.
Red: Mm. Thanks, Colin.
[ Red shoots Colin💥💥 then takes the suitcase and leaves ]

[ Budron continues pounding on the wall of the truck ] [ GRUNTING ]
[ Dembe takes the metal bar ]
Dembe: It’s not working. We need to save the air we have. You need to slow your breathing.
Budron: Give me that!
[ WOMAN COUGHS LIGHTLY ] [ Budron and Dembe sit ]
Budron: [ In Arabic, to man next to him ] You know what else could save air? Fewer people.

Liz: This just came in from Reddington. Those are the drivers who received the burn signal.
Ressler: I don’t understand. How did Reddington–
Liz: He got to Kilgannon, got the payroll records. We have their legal names and addresses and the routes they were assigned.
Samar: They’ve found three trucks so far – two in a forest, one in a parking garage. There’s no sign of Dembe.
Liz: How much time do we have left?
Samar: About 35 minutes.
Ressler: All right, we need to get to these guys and find those trucks before they turn up full of bodies. Wait. There were seven trucks. There’s only six on this list.
Liz: Reddington is going after Dembe’s driver.

[ Red forces his way into the driver’s house ] [ GUN COCKS ] [ He goes through the house. There is no one home ]

Budron: We all don’t have to die.
Dembe: Sit down.
Budron: No. Look. If there is something we can do, something to give a few of us more time to be saved–
Older Woman: What are you saying?
Budron: I’m sorry, but if there were fewer people, there would be more air for the others.
Dembe: Enough.
Older Man: Let him talk. Who do you propose?
Budron: I was thinking by age. The oldest first– That seems fair.
Older man: Fair? To murder my wife?
Budron: Yes. To save others.
Dembe: [ Standing up ] And who will do this? You? Look her in the eye as you choke off her last breath?
Budron: I am not going to die here!
Dembe: And you will not kill anyone either.
Budron: I don’t remember anybody putting you in charge. Maybe you will go first.
[ Budron tries to hit Dembe. Dembe slugs him ⚡️knocking him down ] [ GRUNTS ]
Dembe: [ SIGHS ] Even with fewer people, the air won’t last long. We will not start killing each other just to die anyway. Whatever happens we do it together.
[ Dembe sits down again by Ana who is hyperventilating ] [ Dembe lifts Ana’s hand to her heart ]
Dembe: Can you feel that? Can you hear it? That’s your heartbeat. Concentrate on it. Slow it down. It’s okay. Shh.

Red: Driver’s not here. I’m too late.
Liz: You don’t know that. All of his stuff his clothes, prescription bottles – It’s all still there, right?
Red: He knows the police are after him.
Liz: He can’t run with nothing. He has to come back.
Red: You ever wonder why Dembe stays with me why anyone so decent would spend his days at the side of someone so indecent?
Liz: You saved him. He owes you his life. He protects you because you protected him.
Red: No, Elizabeth. Dembe didn’t stay with me because he saw me as his savior. He stayed with me because he saw me for the man I really was – a man surrounded by darkness. No friends who could be trusted, no faith that loyalty or love could ever truly exist. I was– Well, I was younger then. Angrier. Dembe connected his life with mine to show me, that day and every day, that the world is not what I fear it to be. He is the light in the darkness. Living proof that there is another way, that life can be good, that people can be kind, that a man like me might one day dream of becoming a man like him. He pledged his life, offered it up as evidence that I was wrong about this world. Dembe guards my life because he’s determined to save my soul.

Budron: You were wrong. Nobody knows we’re here. Nobody’s coming.
Dembe: [ To Ana ] It’s okay.
Dembe: Sleep. Your parents will be waiting when you wake up.

[ The truck driver enters ] [ GUN COCKS ]
Red: The truck. Where is it?

[ Red rolls open the door of Dembe’s truck. The migrants begin to crawl out. Dembe has Ana, who is unconscious ]
Dembe: She barely has a pulse.
Liz: The ambulances are on their way.
Dembe: She won’t make it if we wait for an ambulance.
[ Dembe carries Ana to Red’s car. They get in and Red starts the engine ]
[ Samar, Liz and Ressler help the other migrants out of the truck ]

[ Dembe comes out of the hospital, gets in the car with Red ]
Dembe: [ SIGHS ] She’s alive. And sleeping. The doctors expect a full recovery.
Red: The resilience of the young.
Red: I thought I’d lost you.
Dembe: Not yet, old friend.
Red: The world can be such an unsparingly savage place. One could be forgiven for believing that evil will triumph in the end.
Dembe: Those who believe so are wrong.
Red: If you’d died today, like that, it would be all the proof I needed that you are the one who is wrong.
Dembe: And here I am.
Red: [ CHUCKLES ] And here you are.
Samar: They found all seven trucks, packed full of people. The police say some might not make it, but we saved a lot of lives today.
Liz: So that they could be arrested and deported like the others at the warehouse. What about them?
Samar: Ressler is on with Cooper now.

Ressler: [ On phone ] 15 passengers as expected, yeah. Three were taken to the hospital by ambulance. And Dembe and Reddington took the girl.
Cooper: So you have 10 there.
Ressler: Correct. Police have their hands full with the warehouse and the other trucks. And once everyone’s been cleared by medical, they asked us to transport everyone we’ve got back to the station house. Sir, look, I have to say, I-I knew this was happening. I knew people were risking their lives by the hundreds of thousands. But, I mean, knowing it and seeing it–
Cooper: It’s different. Agent Ressler, stay on the line.

Red: Harold! I’m here with Dembe.
Cooper: Dembe. Thank God.
[ Cross Record’s ♪ “High Rise” plays ]
Red: Oh, we have some good news. It seems the young Ana Elazar will live to see a brighter day.
Cooper: Another day, maybe. I’m not so sure about brighter. Her parents were arrested. Who knows how long it’ll take to reunite them? And even then, her future is back at that migrant camp in Greece.
Red: Bleak business, Harold.
Cooper: Yes, as we speak, my agents are preparing to transport 10 recovered migrants into the custody of the Macedonian police. 10 people with only minutes left, perhaps, before they wind up back in a cell.

♪ I watch the sun
I watch the sun rise
It rises in my eyes

Of course, were my agents to encounter any resistance while making the trip to the local station house, our hands would be tied. We have no formal authority in Macedonia. In fact, we’ve been specifically ordered not to engage with hostiles of any kind.

[ Ressler’s van transporting the migrants encounters Red’s car blocking the road, Red and Dembe standing next to it ]
[ Ressler gets out ]
Red: Donald!
[ Ressler smirks ]

[ Louder ]
♪ So I rise
I rise
I rise

[ Goga and his henchmen are apprehended as are the Irish ring in Bulgaria ]
Cooper: I’m not sure what will happen with the girl and her parents.
Red: Well, I’ve found a little bribery goes a long way.
[ Red escorts Ana to her parents ]

♪ High rise
Who is in you?

[ Ana is reunited with her parents. Hugs ]

♪ High rise
You hide them behind you

[ Ana runs over to Dembe and hugs him. Red smiles ]

♪ High rise
Who is in you?

Garvey: You know, all this time I’ve given you to think has prompted me to do some thinking of my own. And, uh– I got to tell you, I’m stumped. When you consider all the people on the planet who would be interested in the contents of that case and you multiply that number by an even greater number of unspeakable things those people would do to get it, how the hell could it end up in the hands of a little pissant like you?
Tom: Maybe because I’m not the pissant you think I am.
Garvey: Oh, no? Do tell.
Tom: Your man got the drop on me at the Red Birch. I’ll give you that. But that story has a different ending in a fair fight.
Garvey: Shame I won’t get a chance to see that. Thinking time’s over.
[ Garvey points his gun at Tom’s head ]
Tom: Listen, listen, listen! He’s my boss.

Crespin: [ On phone ] We’ve got a very serious problem. Someone grabbed Keen and the case.
[ Red is on the phone with Crespin. He looks at Dembe, alarmed ]

Tom: You want to know why I had that case? ‘Cause I work for Reddington, and he sent me to get it.
Garvey: You’re lying.
Tom: I’m not lying. I got a wife and a kid. I’m not dying here, not from you, not for him, and certainly not for whatever the hell’s in that case. [ CHUCKLING ] I don’t even know why everybody wants the damn thing. You want Reddington? I can give him to you. He trusts me. I can deliver him to you. Just give me a chance.

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Episode Songs


♫ High Rise
By Cross Record

♪ I watch the sun
I watch the sun rise
It rises in my eyes

♪ So I rise
I rise
I rise

♪ High rise,
who is in you?
High rise,
you hide them behind you.

♪ I rise
I rise
I rise
I rise
I rise
I rise in you

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2iIYKRr
YouTube: https://youtu.be/qdPaNJ35CZo

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🔴 Script: 5:8 Ian Garvey (№ 13)

Program air date: 11/15/2017 in the US
Full Script Permalink: http://wp.me/pDKwi-6sd
Entertainment Weekly Recap: http://bit.ly/2iYRUqU

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Director: Bill Roe
Written by: John Eisendrath, Jon Bokenkamp



⭕ Script 5:8 Ian Garvey (№ 13)

Brief: Tom has been taken hostage by a sinister man (Ian Garvey) and has promised to lead him to Red to save his own life, after Garvey ruthlessly killed both Lena Mercer and Pete McGee when they proved useless to him in helping him get to Red. Garvey now has the mysterious suitcase full of bones. Crespin, the man who was following Lena (who it turns out was working for Red all along), has reported this news to Red – to Red’s genuine alarm. Liz still knows not a thing about the existence of the suitcase left for her by Mr Kaplan to reveal a dark secret of Red’s, or of the fact that it had anything to do with Nik’s death – not to mention anything of the game of cat-and-mouse Tom and Red have been playing as Tom has tried to determine the identity of the skeleton the suitcase contains, which Red has warned Tom must remain forever a secret.

[ Liz steps off the elevator at the Post Office ]
Liz: [ On phone ] I’m sure you’re fine and I’m overreacting. And you just can’t answer your phone, because for some reason that we’ll both be laughing about this time tomorrow, but something is wrong. And something–
Recording: If you’re satisfied with your message, please press 1.
Cooper: What is it?
Recording: If you would like to record–
Liz: Tom. He’s missing.

[ Tom is still bound at the barn where he is being held. The bodies of Lena Mercer and Pete McGee are next to him. He crawls over to Lena and sees a chain with a thin metal pendant she is wearing. He reaches to remove the pendant ]
Tom: I’m sorry.
[ Tom closes Lena’s eyes ]
[ DOOR OPENS ] [ Ian Garvey enters ]
Tom: She didn’t even know anything. Neither did he.
Garvey: He had the bones. She was looking for them. They knew enough. The question is, what you know. Reddington sent you after the suitcase. Did he tell you why?
Tom: He didn’t tell me anything.
Garvey: No, I don’t think he did. The last thing he’d want is for you to ID these bones. But you couldn’t resist, could you, Tom? So you and your friends ran a DNA search through CODIS. Thank you for that, by the way. Curiosity killed these cats, but for me, it’s a gift that’s gonna keep on giving. Whatever you imagine the answer might be, it’s better than that. Reddington’s power is legendary. With this, I control that power. You’re going to set up a meeting between us so I can tell him the good news. But in case you’ve had a change of heart–
[ Switch snaps, MACHINE WHIRRING ]
[ Men load Lena’s body into a chute. It is emulsified, gore splashing against against a vinyl screen and splattering onto Tom ]

[ Red’s man Crespin is positioned some distance from the barn, looking through binoculars. He is on the phone with Red who is in his Mercedes as Dembe drives ]
Crespin: Yeah, I have eyes.
Red: How many?
Crespin: Uh. Five hostiles, maybe more.
Red: Tom and the others?
Crespin: Status unknown. But–
Red: But what?
Crespin: Raymond. It’s not good.
Red: We’re 20 minutes away. I want an update in 10.
Dembe: We should have backup.
Red: Too many people know about this situation already. This needs to end now.
Red: Yes?
Tom: It’s me. I did what you hired me to do. I got the package.
Red: Any problems?
Tom: Nope. Piece of cake.
Red: Where are you now?
Tom: Motel in Stone Ridge, 546 Roscoe Lane, Room 16.
Red: I can be there in half-an-hour.
Garvey: You three with me. The rest, deal with him.
[ Bobby Navarro, Garvey’s leas henchman, holds up a large yellow envelope ]
Navarro: Hey, what about this?
Garvey: That stays. The last thing I want is that thing anywhere near Reddington.
[ Navarro puts the envelope inside the suitcase with the bones ]
Tom: I did what you asked, now let me go.
[ Garvey slugs⚡️Tom, knocking him off his chair ]
Garvey: Plastic stays, too. Any trouble, he joins his pals.
[ Garvey leaves ]

Recording: Hey, it’s Tom. Leave a message. I will call you back. [ BEEP ]
Liz: Me again. And again and again.
Recording: This mailbox is full and cannot accept messages at this time.
Samar: We issued a BOLO. Sent a message to every field office.
Liz: I’m sorry to put you guys through this. I’m sure I’m overreacting.
Samar: Don’t take this the wrong way, but are you sure you know everything Tom is up to?
Liz: I thought I did. I don’t know.

Liz: Reddington, anything?
Red: I just spoke to you 20 minutes ago.
Liz: You said you had a lead.
Red: On Nik Korpal’s death.
Liz: But you think the two are related?
Red: Elizabeth, I’m doing what I can. I’m sure Harold is, as well.
Liz: I know. I’m trying to convince myself everything’s fine, but I’m doing a terrible job.
Red: Tom is capable of getting himself both into and out of trouble. If he’s in harm’s way, I am quite certain he’s put in motion an escape plan, about which the people holding him are completely unaware.
[ Tom relocates the small metal pendant among the gore ]
Liz: But who would be holding him and why? Did he take a job he didn’t tell me about?
Red: It appears so. I’m sorry. I know that’s not the answer you want to hear.
Liz: Well, call me if you find anything out.

Ressler: Got a hit on Tom’s car. Impound lot towed it in last night.
Liz: Towed from where?

[ The Red Birch Motel ] [ BELL RINGS ] [ SOFT MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO ]
Ressler: Agents Ressler and Keen, FBI.
Liz: [ Shows Tom’s photo ] We have reason to believe this man was here last night. Have you seen him?
Clerk: Can’t say.
Liz: His car was impounded outside Room 11.
Clerk: Don’t know anything about that.
Ressler: The old “can’t say, don’t know,” huh?
Clerk: I mind my own business.
Liz: Room 11. Can we get the key?
Clerk: Sure. Soon as you get a warrant.
Liz: You know what? Forget the key.

[ Ressler kicks in⚡️the door of Room 11. There are signs of violence – blood on a pillow, a cracked mirror also bloody ]
Ressler: We don’t know Tom was here.
Liz: His car was parked outside!
Ressler: All right, he came to the motel.
Liz: In front of this room!
Ressler: Maybe this was the only space, Liz.
Liz: [ Dialing ] I’ve called Tom so many times, his mailbox is full. It’s pointless. But hearing his voice is the only thing that calms me down.
Ressler: I’m gonna call CSI. If Tom was here, they’ll know.
[ CELLPHONE RINGING ] [ Under a pile of covers, they find a phone indicating calls from “Liz.” Tom’s phone ]

[ Tom saws at his plastic wrist binding with the pendant from Lena’s necklace ]
Tom: Hey, mind if I sit?
Navarro: Knock yourself out.
Tom: Yeah, well, can I get a hand?
Navarro: [ LAUGHS ] [ SIGHS ] Gosh, anything else I can do for you?
Tom: Yeah, you could give me your gun.
Navarro: [ LAUGHS ] Looks like we’ve got ourselves a comedian.
[ Navarro reaches down to help Tom to his feet. Tom has cut his bindings free. He grabs the chair and smashes it over Navarro’s head, then takes his gun ]
[ 💥💥💥 Gunfight 💥💥💥 ] [ Several goons fall ]
Tom: Not that funny, is it?
[ Tom runs out ]

Garvey: What?
Navarro: He got away.
Garvey: The suitcase?
[ Navarro looks. The suitcase is gone – Tom has it ]
Garvey: You need to get it back.
Navarro: What about Reddington?
Garvey: Reddington’s not coming. He was never coming.

[ Tom runs through the forest with two goons following, exchanging 💥💥💥 GUNSHOTS 💥💥💥 ] [ Tom comes upon a highway. A Mercedes appears, slows. Tom aims his gun at it ]
[ TIRES SCREECH ] [ Red throws open the door. Tom freezes ]
Ressler: Get in! Tom!
[ GUNSHOT 💥Tom is hit, he falls down ]
Red: Ah, hell.
[ Tom gets up and gets in the car ]
[ 💥💥 GUNSHOTS 💥💥 ~ The goons shoot at the car ]
Red: I warned you about this damn suitcase. Now look at you.

[ Red’s car has pulled over in a wooded area. Dembe is working under the hood ]
Dembe: They hit the radiator and oil pan.
Red: They’ll be here soon.
Tom: Who will? Who are they?
Red: I was hoping you could tell us.
Tom: Nik had a friend, took DNA off the bones, ran a match, and got killed for his trouble, so did Nik.
Red: And Lena?
Tom: How do you know about her?
[ Red is using his tie to hold in place a compress for the wound in Tom’s shoulder. He tightens it ]
Tom: Aah!
Red: We have to move. I warned you and your friends.
Tom: My friends. The guy who threatened Lena, told her to stop looking – he worked for you.
Red: You need to keep that compressed.
[ Red takes the suitcase ]
Dembe: Which way?
Red: Away from the road. West. Can you walk?
Tom: Guess we’ll find out. [ GROANS ]

Ressler: According to this manager, Room 11 was rented to a Steven Smith. But the license he used was a fake, and he paid cash for the room.
Cooper: Any surveillance video? CCTV?
Ressler: The manager won’t give it to us without a warrant. It’s a work-in-progress.
Cooper: There was a struggle. Did anyone hear anything?
Samar: We interviewed guests, neighbors, the cleaning crew. Nothing.
Aram: [ Walking over ] I don’t know where Tom went after the motel, but I do know where he was before he went there. A gas station on Highway 211, east of Warrenton.
Liz: How do you know that?
Aram: I hacked the navigation system on his car. Uh, so, now it may be a coincidence, but based on the time log, it looks as if he was there at the same time the station was being vandalized.
Cooper: Ressler, Keen, get to the scene, talk to the station owner. [ To Liz: ] Whatever Tom is doing, I’m sure he’s got a good reason for doing it.

[ Tom, Dembe and Red make their way through the woods ] [ 🔘 See Note ]
Tom: Ah, maybe you were right. If I’d left well enough alone, none of this would’ve happened.
Red: Please spare me your regret.
Tom: Ah. I only did it, because you lied.
[ They see a large ranch house ]
Red: We need water, first aid.
Dembe: Stay here. I’ll see if it’s safe.
Red: Come on.
[ Tom sits on the ground, Red on the suitcase ]
Red: [ Tapping suitcase ] This is a secret, not a lie.
Tom: A secret you’ve been keeping from Liz, like you always do. Like you have from the very beginning.

Bill McCready (“The Major”): The assignment’s deep cover. No timeline, no price tag. This may seem like a cake walk, but it’s the kind of assignment that makes me nervous. Our contractor has deep pockets. Demands the best, insists on anonymity.
[ Tom looks at the portfolio on Liz ]
Tom: She’s cute.
McCready: That’s one more thing he insists on. Your job’s to be the friend of a friend, get to know this Milhoan, not to get involved with her. Just be a friend of a friend. You get that?

Red: You couldn’t leave well enough alone. Not then, not now.
Tom: You hired me to spy on Liz.
Red: I hired you to protect her.
[ Dembe returns ]
Dembe: No one is home.
Red: We go in, get fixed up, and get out. They can’t be far behind.

[ Garvey and goons have found the abandoned Mercedes ]
Garvey: They wouldn’t backtrack towards the compound. The highway runs north and south, too risky. Notify the others. They’re headed west.

[ The gas station near Warrenton ]
Officer: Between 4:30 and 5:00, a man and a woman entered the store. The woman distracted the clerk while her accomplice went into the back room unnoticed.
Liz: Have you identified either suspect?
Officer: Got a surveillance shot of the woman, ID’d as Lena Mercer.
Ressler: Any address or, uh, place of work?
Officer: Both. But she moved out of her apartment on leave from her job.
Liz: And her accomplice?
Officer: Caucasian, 30s. To be honest with you, since nothing was taken, we’re not looking real hard. You mind telling me why you are?
Ressler: You said he went in the back. Why?
Officer: Employee on duty says he was looking at surveillance tapes.

[ Back room of the gas station ]
Ressler: Police report said Tom pulled surveillance off two cameras. Station manager’s best guess is he was looking at this.
Liz: Okay. And the other camera? There. Stop the tape. Can you zoom in on that car? What is that, a hotel key?
Ressler: The Red Birch.
Liz: That must be Steve Smith.
Ressler: Tom and this Lena, clearly they came here looking for this guy. They see the room key, and go to the motel where there’s a fight, and the three of them are now in the wind. They’re on the run. But why?
Liz: Well, we have her name and the VIN number on his car, so let’s circulate both, put a BOLO out, and we’ll find them. And when we find them, we find Tom.

[ The ranch house in the woods ]
[ WATER RUNNING ] [ Tom rinses his shoulder in the kitchen sink ] [ WATER SHUTS OFF ]
[ Dembe flips back the tarp covering a ‘70s-ish model sedan in the garage. He gets inside ] [ ENGINE SPUTTERS ]
[ Red searches for things to assist in First Aid – a bottle of spirits, sewing items ]
[ Tom eyes the suitcase on the floor sitting next to Red’s black duffel ]
Red: Your curiosity is understandable. A mysterious suitcase bequeathed to you by a dying woman who insists that Elizabeth must be apprised of its contents. But what if instead of happiness or closure, giving it to her has the opposite effect?
[ Red takes off his suit jacket, rolls up his sleeves ]
Tom: It won’t.
Red: How can you be so sure?
Tom: Because you don’t want her to know about it.
[ Red pours the spirits over the gunshot wound in Tom’s shoulder ]
[ Red begins suturing Tom’s wound ]
Red: You’ve always seen my relationship with Elizabeth as a zero-sum game. You think what’s good for me is bad for her and what’s good for her is bad for me.
Tom: Only when it comes to things she cares about.
Red: Like you?
Tom: Ah, you made it clear from the beginning how you felt about me.

McCready: The contractor is livid. You weren’t supposed to get involved with the mark.
Tom: Her name is Elizabeth.
McCready: I don’t care if she’s Queen Elizabeth and screwing her made you king. Get out. He will kill you if you don’t.

Red: You’ll need clothes.
Tom: Ah, admit it, ­you’re kind of enjoying this.
Red: It would’ve been so much easier if the bullet had hit you just another foot to the northeast. [ Taps Tom’s head ]

[ Dembe is working under the hood of the car. He hears distant footsteps, draws his firearm. Red, too, has heard something, looks out the front door then closes it and moves away ]
Red: We stayed too long.
[ Tom is in the kitchen, putting his shirt into the duffel. Red points at the duffel ]
Red: Put it back.
Tom: You can trust me.
Red: No, I can’t. I hired you to do a job. The rules were explicit and you violated them.
[ Both are monitoring the arrival of the Garvey’s goons in the sprawling yard ]
Tom: Let it go already.
Red: You’re unreliable.
Tom: Yeah, well, I fell in love.
Red: That’s no excuse.
Tom: I wasn’t making one.
Red: Shh. [ Red ducks ] If we’re not surrounded, we will be soon.
[ Red grabs the suitcase and walks out of the room ]

Aram: We got a match on the VIN number from Mr. Smith’s car. His real name is Peter Alan McGee, resident of Largo, Maryland.
Samar: His prints were in the system?
Aram: Yes, and not because of priors, which he has, but because he’s wanted for questioning in the murder of one – Nik Korpal.
Liz: Wanted why?
Aram: Well, according to police records, McGee received a call from Nik on the night of his death, just two hours before his body was found.
Ressler: And he’s been MIA ever since.
Liz: That’s was Tom was up to. He was trying to find out who killed Nik.
Cooper: Ressler, reach out to MPDC. If McGee’s a person of interest, they’ll have a current file, a list of contacts. Navabi, get in touch with the DC field office, let ’em know this is a priority. I want Bureau-wide resources digging into McGee’s life. Financials, cell records. I want to know everything there is to know about this kid.

[ Ian Garvey’s man kicks open the door of the house ]
Garvey: Check the property! They’re here.
[ Garvey walks through the house. He picks up a cloth doll from a bureau, smells its yarn hair, places is back down ]
[ In the attic, Tom lifts a ventilator shaft so he and Red can watch the goons below ]
[ GARAGE DOOR OPENS ] [ A man enters and searches, but fails to see Dembe hiding on the floor of the front passenger compartment ]
[ Men search the house as Tom and Red watch from above. A few drops of blood from Tom’s arm fall through the vent, startling a man below. He looks up. Red blasts💥the man through the vent ] [ GRUNTS ]
[ ENGINE STARTS, REVS ] [ TIRES SQUEAL ] [ Dembe rams the car⚡️into the man who is searching the garage, sending him flying ]
[ Red and Tom hurry down the attic stairs. A man blindsides Red, hitting⚡️him in the temple with a rifle barrel. Red shoots💥him. At the floor level of the house, another man steps out with a gun. Red shoots💥him ]
[ Red goes outside ]
[ Tom finds a bar. He tears strips of cloth from napkins and stuffs the strips into two full bottles of liquor ]
[ The man Dembe hit with the car blasts💥out the rear window with his shotgun. Dembe puts the car in reverse, floors the gas pedal and runs him over⚡️]
[ Dembe gets out of the car to assist Red ]
[ 💥💥💥 Gunfight continues 💥💥💥 ]
[ Red puts the suitcase in the car ]
[ Garvey and one of his men run toward their vehicles ]
[ Tom runs out of the house with the two lit Molotov cocktails and tosses them into the goons’ two cars. The cars erupt in flames 🔥🔥 ]
[ Red and Dembe continue shooting 💥💥💥 against the backdrop of flaming cars. They all get in the car when Tom shows up. The car speeds away ]

[ At a gas station, Dembe stands outside the car pumping gas. Tom and Red are in the back seat ]
Tom: Well, that was fun. Oh, man. If you don’t trust me by now… This whole father-in-law hates his son-in-law thing, it’s a cliché. Could we just put a stake in it? You go first. Who’s in the suitcase?
Red: I was in the Andes when I heard you and Elizabeth were engaged. Agents in the Columbian government had solicited my help negotiating the release of soldiers being held by FARC rebels. At the time, I was a rare intermediary having brokered sales of arms and equipment to both sides of the conflict. I was unable to return until the day of your wedding. Seeing her that day–
Tom: Wait a minute. You were at our wedding?
Red: She was incandescent. I’d come out of the mountains, blinded by rage, flown 2300 miles, absolutely certain that you must die. And then – I saw Elizabeth. I’m a violent man, a terrible, powerful, violent man. But the way she looked at you, the way she loves you – I’m powerless against that.
Tom: You’re not gonna tell me who’s in the suitcase. Or are you?
Red: I’ll say this for you, you’ve always believed that you were acting in her best interest. Selling me out to Berlin, faking her death – you always thought you were helping her.
Tom: I appreciate you saying that. I should change.
Red: You make her happy.
[ Tom gets out of the car with the duffel bag ]
[ Dembe gets in ]
Red: What? You’re always telling me to make peace. I made peace.
Dembe: You’re still lying to him and to Elizabeth. Until you stop lying, there will be no peace.
[ Tom has been gone too long for Red’s comfort. He opens the suitcase. Instead of the skeleton, it contains weapons. Red and Dembe rush into the gas station and into the men’s room looking for Tom, but he has escaped through a window to the garage ]

Aram: Hey, we got a hit. The detectives investigating McGee were just called to a site with multiple homicides. Absolutely horrific scene, but they were able to confirm one of the victims – Peter Alan McGee.
Liz: And the others?
Aram: Well, they didn’t, um, uh–
Liz: Text me when you get an address. Call me when you know more. Ressler, let’s go.

[ The homicide scene at the barn ]
[ Pete’s body is laid out on a table. Other bodies are scattered. The bloody vinyl curtain and gory pulp everywhere are too much for Liz ]
Ressler: It’s okay, Keen. He’s okay.
Liz: Where is he?
Ressler: Look, Tom’s a big boy.
Liz: But whoever he’s mixed up is capable of this– [ CRYING ]
Ressler: Keen, Keen, come here.
[ He pulls her against his shoulder ]
Liz: [ CRYING ] I can’t.
Ressler: ­Shh.
Liz: Ressler, I can’t.
Ressler: It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.
Liz: [ SOBS ]

[ Union Station in DC ]

Announcement on PA: Attention, please. This is a boarding call for train MARC 310 to Baltimore with intermediary stops at Carrollton, Seabrook, Bowie State, Odenton MARC, and BWI Airport. If you’re a passenger, stay on the train to Baltimore. Passengers should be cautious of the gap between the platform and the train pulling into the main station. Thank you for choosing to ride the MARC 310 today.

[ Tom sits down on a bench, opens the duffel and removes the large yellow envelope. It is labeled “DNA RESULTS.” He takes out the report and reads ]
[ Tom stuffs the report back into the duffel and goes to a pay phone ]

[ COINS CLINKING ] [ Tom dials ]
Liz: Keen.
Tom: Liz.
Liz: Oh, my God, Tom. I’ve been worried sick about you. Please tell me you’re okay?
Tom: I’m okay.
Liz: What’s going on? Where are you?
Tom: Liz, I need to see you right now.
Liz: Tom, what’s wrong?
Tom: Listen to me, okay? I need you to do exactly what I say. Do not tell anyone that we spoke or that you even know I’m okay.
Liz: What are you talking about? I’ve got half the FBI looking for you.
Tom: I need to see you alone, all right? Have Rosa take Agnes, go to the house, and make sure that nobody follows you.
Liz: Tom, tell me what’s going on.
Tom: I figured it out, the whole thing. Why Nik was killed, all of it.
Liz: Tom, you’re scaring me.
Tom: Just go to the house. Meet me there, and when it’s safe, babe, I’m gonna explain everything.

Aram: Mr. Reddington?
Red: Aram, have you spoken to Elizabeth?
Aram: No. Why?
Red: I believe Tom Keen is once again entangled in some nasty business, and I worry he may be involving Elizabeth.
Aram: Might explain why she’s missing.
Red: What do you mean, “missing”?
Aram: She was with Agent Ressler at a crime scene following up on a lead, looking for Tom when she she just vanished.
Red: Have you tried to reach her?
Aram: Yes. She’s not picking up. Her cell is going straight to voicemail. Um, in fact, I think she may have shut off the GPS signal in her phone, because when I tried to track her, it’s gone.
Red: Do you have any other way of contacting her?
Aram: We’re looking. When I couldn’t get a trace, I pulled the call log from her service provider. It appears that the last call she received was just under 12 minutes ago from a pay phone at Union Station.
Red: Tom. [ Clicks phone shut ] He’s at Union Station.

[ Union Station. Tom walks by a guy about his height and build, making off with his wheeled travel bag ]
[ In the men’s room, Tom changes clothes ]

Over PA: Tom Keen, please pick up a red courtesy. Mr. Tom Keen, please pick up a red courtesy phone.

[ Tom picks up a courtesy phone ]
Red: This is a horrible mistake. Whatever you’re doing, whatever it is you think you’re going to tell Elizabeth, this is a mistake. Walk away from this, Tom.
Tom: You know I can’t do that.
Red: And why is that?
Tom: Because I know the truth. I know everything. And now Liz is gonna know, too.

[ Liz arrives at the house ]
Liz: Tom! Oh, my God! ­I have no idea what’s going– [ GASPS ]
[ Tom is tied to a chair, beaten, duct tape over his mouth ]
[ Liz draws her gun but two men behind her have theirs drawn ]
Garvey: You must be the wife. What’s your name, darling?
[ Liz punches⚡️him. The two men grab her ]
Garvey: Get her in a chair!
Liz: No! No! [ GRUNTS ]
[ Liz fights and punches ⚡️] [ Tom rises from his chair but with hands bound can’t do much. One goon⚡️punches him to the floor, where Garvey kicks⚡️him ]
Garvey: [ To Liz ] You sure are a little spitfire, aren’t you?
[ Navarro comes out with the duffel bag with the bones and DNA results inside ]
Navarro: Found it! In the kid’s room. It’s all here.
[ Garvey opens a large switchblade ]
Liz: No, please! What do you want? Please!
Garvey: [ To Tom ] I like to think I’m the kind of man who’d politely ask you to stop this, to let this end here, but I can tell you’re the kind of guy who won’t get the message and stop. So we’re gonna need to make sure you stop. So– [ To Liz ] Sorry about this.
[ Garvey stabs 🔪Tom in the stomach while two men restrain Liz ]
Liz: No! No!
[ Garvey stabs 🔪again ]
Tom: [ Grunts ]
Liz: No!!
Tom: [ GROANS ]
Liz: No!!
[ Liz tries to break free. Someone hits ⚡️Liz hard on the side of the head. She is stunned, loses her balance. Liz’s head⚡️cracks against the hard floor, bounces and⚡️hits the floor again ]
[ Her subsequent scenes are seen through her blurred vision and diminished awareness ]

Dembe: What makes you think they’re at the house?
Red: He’s in trouble, he’s desperate. But he won’t leave without Elizabeth and Agnes.
Dembe: You haven’t asked my opinion.
Red: No, I haven’t.
Dembe: Why can’t you be honest with her?
Red: I don’t know. I don’t know.
Dembe: Even after everything that’s happened? All that’s been lost?
Red: How far until the damn house?

Garvey: I’m gonna ask you one more time, Tom. I need you to call Reddington for me. Tom? Can you hear me, Tom? Tom, I said I need you to call Reddington for me.
Tom: [ COUGHING ] [ WEAKLY ] I don’t think I’m gonna do that.
Garvey: So we’re gonna go at it again with the blade? Okay.
[ He stabs 🔪Tom again. Tom is now bleeding profusely ]
Garvey: We got what we came for. Finish ’em off. Clean up the bodies.
[ Navarro grabs the duffel with the bones and DNA report. He and Garvey leave ]

Goon: Let’s have some fun.
[ All slow motion ]
[ He starts the phonograph player and puts on a platter, then dances (not too well) ]
[ Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young’s ♪ “Southern Cross” plays ]

♪ Ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh

♪ Got out of town on a boat goin’ to Southern islands

[ Liz watches through a haze, powerless to act or intervene or even speak ]

♪ Sailing a reach before a followin’ sea
She was makin’ for the trades on the outside
And the downhill run to Papeete …

[ A man unrolls plastic sheeting while another checks the refrigerator and cabinets ]

♪ And you know it will …

[ GUN COCKS ] [ A goon points his gun at Liz’s head. Liz’s mouth opens but she cannot scream. Another goon wards off the man with the gun ]

♪ When you see the Southern Cross for the first time
You understand now why you came this way
‘Cause the truth you might be runnin’ from is so small

[ Tom is able to retrieve the knife Garvey used from the coffee table ]

♪ But it’s as big as the promise, the promise of a comin’ day

♪ So I’m sailing for tomorrow my dreams are a dyin’
And my love is an anchor tied to you tied with a silver chain

[ A man straddles Liz and starts to cover her face with plastic ]

♪ I have my ship and all her flags are a’ flyin’
She is all that I have left and music is her name

[ Tom has freed himself from his bindings. He throws the knife 🔪at one man hitting him in the arm, tackles both him and the man over Liz and gets a gun from one which he uses to shoot 💥 the man by the refrigerator ]

♪ Think about
Think about how many times I have fallen
Spirits are using me larger voices callin’
What Heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten

[ Liz manages to get up on one elbow. A large pool of blood has formed where her head hit the floor ] [ Tom savagely pounds on one of the men who is down ]

♪ (I’ve been around the world) I have been around the world
(Lookin’) Lookin’ for that woman girl

[ Brawling continues ]

♪ Who knows love can endure
And you know it will, and you know it will yes

♪ … We got eighty feet of the waterline nicely making way

[ One goon gets a choke hold on Tom ] [ Tom and Liz make eye contact ]

♪ In a noisy bar in Avalon I tried to call you
But on a midnight watch I realized why twice you ran away

[ Red and Dembe arrive. Red blasts 💥💥💥💥 the last of Garvey’s men ]

♪ Think about
Think about how many times I have fallen

[ Red goes over to Tom, aims his gun directly at his face. Tom holds up his hand:💥 – Red shoots the man a few feet away from Tom who is attempting to rise ]

♪ Spirits are using me larger voices callin’

[ Red turns to Liz. He kneels beside her, cradles her face ]

♪ What Heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten

Dembe: He’s lost a lot of blood.
Red: Call Harold. Tell him we’re going to the hospital.
Demb: Raymond, they’re not going to make it.
Red: Call him.
[ Disturbed’s rendition of ♪ “Sound of Silence” plays ]
[ Dembe carries Tom over his shoulder and Red supports Liz ] [ Dembe and Red get Tom and Liz into the car. It heads out ]

♪ Hello, darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping

[ Ressler and Samar in vehicle ]
Samar: [ Urgently ] SOD, this is Agent Samar Navabi. We have an agent down. We’re requesting emergency escort. Roads blocked from Sixth and Florida to DC General. This is a life and death situation.

♪ And the vision
That was planted in my brain
Still remains …

[ Red has his arm loosely around Liz, but her face is turned toward Tom ]
Tom: [ BREATHING SHALLOWLY ] [ WEAKLY ] Hey. You are so beautiful. You’re the most beautiful.

♪ In restless dreams I walked alone

Tom: Liz?

♪ Narrow streets of cobblestone

Tom: My Liz.
[ Red tenses ]

♪ ‘Neath the halo of a street lamp

Liz: [ WEAKLY ] Tom?
Tom: Liz.
Liz: Promise me.

♪ I turned my collar
To the cold and damp

Liz: Promise [ STAMMERS ] tell Agnes about me.

♪ When my eyes were stabbed

Tom: I don’t have to. Look at me.

♪ By the flash of a neon light

[ Lights of the police escort flash ]
Tom: Liz, stay with me, babe, please.

♪ That split the night

Tom: Please. Lizzy, please.
[ Red watches them intently ]

♪ And touched the sound

Tom: Please. Babe, please.

♪ Of silence

Red: How long?
Dembe: Two minutes, maybe less.

♪ ‘Neath the halo of a street lamp

Tom: You hear that? We’re almost here.

♪ I turned my collar
To the cold and damp

Tom: Hey? Hey? You’re gonna make it.

♪ When my eyes were stabbed

Tom: Liz?

♪ By the flash of a neon light

Tom: Please, you have to make it.

♪ That split the night
And touched the sound

Tom: I can’t live without you.

♪ Of silence

Tom: Liz? Please, God, stay.

[ Hospital Emergency Room entrance ]
[ Under bright lights, hospital personnel wheel Liz and Tom through the hospital corridors ]

[ Louder ]
♪ And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening

[ Liz and Tom are on adjacent tables ] [ Ressler and Samar watch silently from behind an observation window as the ER personnel do their work ]

♪ People writing songs
That voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound

— Endoscope? ET Tube.

♪ Of silence

— Let’s get her to CAT scan, stat. I want to rule out subdural.

♪ Fools, said I, you do not know

— Stay with me. Can you hear me?
— BP 60 palp.
— I’m gonna tap his belly, stat.

♪ Silence like a cancer grows

— Where the hell is the neurosurgeon? If we don’t open up her skull in the next 10 minutes, she dies.
— They’re pulling him out of the OR.
— Four minutes.
— He’s in V-Fib.

♪ Hear my words …

Chief resident: Charging! Clear!
[⚡️⚡️Tom’s chest lurches off the table ]

♪ Take my arms that I might reach you

— Amp of Epi.

♪ But my words
Like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells
Of silence

[ Red and Dembe wait outside a back entrance to the ER. Aram and lastly Cooper enter. Cooper notices Red in the car, pauses, and looks at him quizzically before entering ]
[ Aram and Cooper join Samar and Ressler ]

[ Louder, Angrily: ]
♪ And the people bowed and prayed


♪ To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning

[⚡️⚡️Tom’s chest lurches again ]

♪ In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, ‘the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls’

[ In Red’s car outside, Dembe reaches for Red’s hand and clasps it ]
[ In the ER, the neurosurgeon’s drill spins as he begins the emergency craniotomy on Liz ]

[ More quietly: ]
♪ And whispered In the sound
Of silence

[ Red is sitting at Liz’s side as she lies unconscious in bed at home. She is hooked up to a ventilator. He reads aloud from the poem “Invictus” by William Ernest Hensley ]

Red:: … I thank whatever gods may be
    For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
    I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
     My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
    Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
    Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
     How charged with punishments the scroll,
[ Voice wavering: ] I am the master of my fate,
    I am the captain of my soul.

[ Liz opens her eyes. She becomes aware of her surroundings. Her hand falls lightly on Red’s shoulder, startling him ]
Red: Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Elizabeth. [ SIGHS ] [ EXHALES DEEPLY ] [ He kisses her hand, holds it tightly to his cheek ]
Red: Agnes will be so excited.
[ Liz cannot speak due to the ventilator. She gestures for a pen and paper ]
Red: What? Oh, yes. Of course.
[ Liz writes, slowly and carefully: “How long” ]
Red: Elizabeth. It’s been nearly a year. Ten months.
[ Liz writes: “Tom?” ] [ Red struggles to speak ]

[ In the morgue, Cooper stands as the white sheet is pulled back from Tom’s face ]
[ Someone attaches a tag to Tom’s toe ]

Red: [ After a long pause ] Tom is dead.
[ Liz is devastated – ]
[ Red holds Liz’s hand to his cheek and gently strokes her forehead with his thumb ]

[ Tom’s body slides into the morgue’s refrigeration unit ] [ Blackout ]

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Episode Songs


♫ Southern Cross
By Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young

♪ [ Intro (Acoustic Guitars) ]
♪ Oooh …

♪ Got out of town on a boat goin’ to Southern islands
Sailing a reach before a followin’ sea
She was makin’ for the trades on the outside
And the downhill run to Papeete

♪ Off the wind on this heading lie the Marquesas
We got eighty feet of the waterline nicely making way
In a noisy bar in Avalon I tried to call you
But on a midnight watch I realized why twice you ran away

♪ Think about
Think about how many times I have fallen
Spirits are using me larger voices callin’
What Heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten

♪ (Around the world) I have been around the world
(Lookin’) Lookin’ for that woman girl
(Who knows she knows) Who knows love can endure
And you know it will

♪ When you see the Southern Cross for the first time
You understand now why you came this way
‘Cause the truth you might be runnin’ from is so small
But it’s as big as the promise, the promise of a comin’ day

♪ So I’m sailing for tomorrow my dreams are a dyin’
And my love is an anchor tied to you tied with a silver chain
I have my ship and all her flags are a’ flyin’
She is all that I have left and music is her name

♪ Think about
Think about how many times I have fallen
Spirits are using me larger voices callin’
What Heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten

♪ (I’ve been around the world) I have been around the world
(Lookin’) Lookin’ for that woman girl
Who knows love can endure
And you know it will, and you know it will yes

♪ [ Instrumental (Electric Guitars) ]
Oooh …

♪ So we cheated and we lied and we tested
And we never failed to fail it was the easiest thing to do
You will survive being bested
Somebody fine will come along make me forget about loving you
At the Southern Cross

[ Ending (Acoustic Guitars) ]

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2xAACK1
YouTube: https://youtu.be/0cBsnopTVmo


♫ Sound of Silence
Written by Paul Simon
Sung by Disturbed

♪ Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

♪ In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

♪ And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

♪ Fools, said I, you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

♪ And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2j1P5FD
YouTube: https://youtu.be/u9Dg-g7t2l4

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