The Blacklist Declassified

 

🔴 Easy-Search Season 6 Scripts

 
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NBC’s series The Blacklist created by: Jon Bokenkamp

 

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

 
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🔴 Episode 6:1 – Dr Hans Koehler
🔴 Episode 6:2 – The Corsican
🔴 Episode 6:3 – The Pharmacist
🔴 Episode 6:4 – The Pawnbrokers
🔴 Episode 6:5 – Alter Ego
🔴 Episode 6:6 – The Ethicist
🔴 Episode 6:7 – General Shiro
🔴 Episode 6:8 – Marko Jankowics
🔴 Episode 6:9 – Minister D
🔴 Episode 6:10 – The Cryptobanker
🔴 Episode 6:11 – Bastien Moreau
🔴 Episode 6:12 – Bastien Moreau, Part 2
🔴 Episode 6:13 – Robert Vesco
🔴 Episode 6:14 – The Osterman Umbrella Company
🔴 Episode 6:15 – Olivia Olson
🔴 Episode 6:16 – Lady Luck
🔴 Episode 6:17 – The Third Estate
🔴 Episode 6:18 – The Brockton College Killer
🔴 Episode 6:19 – Rassvet
🔴 Episode 6:20 – Guillermo Rizal
🔴 Episode 6:21 – Anna McMahon
🔴 Episode 6:22 – Robert Diaz
 
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🔴 Script 6:1 Dr Hans Koehler (№ 33)

 
Program air date: 1/3/2019 in the US
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Director: Bill Roe
Written by: Jon Bokenkamp, John Eisendrath

 

 

⭕ Script 6:1 Dr Hans Koehler (№ 33)

 

Where we’re at : Season 5 ended with a mad chase between Liz and Red to claim a duffel bag of bones. At the end of the chase, Red walked away with the prize ~ the answer to a secret he has been trying to keep from Liz. In the course of the series, many people have died trying to get the duffel to Liz and keep it away from Red, including, most importantly, her husband Tom and Mr Kaplan, Red’s cleaner and Liz’s one-time nanny. Red takes the duffel to the homestead of Liz’s maternal grandfather Dom, an infamous former KGB operative once known by the codename Oleander. Liz’s mother also was a KGB spy. Liz once met Dom but he and Red have kept her relationship with Dom a secret. At Dom’s homestead, Red has now incinerated the skeleton, with Dom remarking, “She may not know your secret, but she knows you’ve got one. She’s never gonna let it go.”

However, unbeknownst to Red and Dom, Liz has collaborated with her half-sister Jennifer (also by Raymond Reddington) to purloin the duffel bag before he claimed it. In addition to the skeleton, it contained a DNA report which identified the bones as being those of ~ Raymond Reddington! This is the big secret. The man we have known as Raymond “Red” Reddington appears to be an imposter! Liz and Jennifer have just one goal now: to find out who the man is who assumed the identity of Raymond Reddington 30 years ago – and to exact their revenge.

 
[ A bank robbery is in progress ] [ Gunmen shoot automatic rifles into the ceiling ] [ 💥💥💥
GUNFIRE 💥💥💥 ] [ SCREAMING ]
Gunman #1: On the ground! Now! Right now!
Gunman #3 (a woman): Three-minute drill!
Gunman #2: You, slick. He said on the ground!
Gunman #1: Charles Maker! I need Mr. Charles Maker to stand up! – Charles Maker?! – Okay.
[ Charles Maker stands up ]
Charles Maker: Stop. Please.
Gunman #1: What do I want, Charles Maker?
[ Charles Maker tosses him a set of keys. Gunman #1 tosses them to another robber and two of them go to get the 💰 ]
Gunman #3: 2 minutes, 30 seconds!
[ One customer has remained standing ]
Gunman #1: Are you out of your mind? Hey! You! I’m talking to you! I said on the ground!
Red: This is no way to rob a bank. This is– I Honestly, I don’t know what the hell this is.
Gunman #1: Are you trying to get yourself killed?
Red: It’s a disgrace. That’s what it is. You have a young mother on the ground. Her child is terrified. What the hell’s wrong with you?!
Gunman #1: If you’re not face-down on the ground in three seconds–
Gunman #2: Raymond Reddington?
Gunman #1: What?
Gunman # 2: That’s Raymond Reddington.
Woman: [ SOBBING ] Unh-unh-unh.
[ Red draws his gun ]
Red: Don’t you bring that gun back up. Joe, put your gun down.
Gunman #3: Two minutes!
Dembe: He said put the gun down! [ FAINT EXPLOSION ]
Red: Joe. Come on. Clearly, this isn’t going to work out according to plan.
Gunman #1: What are you doing here?!
Red: I’m on my sixth and final scout to rob the place. This Tuesday, in fact. That’s obviously been moved up. Charlie, would you please escort Lucinda to her desk where she keeps the master key to the safe-deposit room? I need box 604 post-haste. Don’t worry about him, Charlie. Just get the box. There we go.
Gunman #1: What’s in box 604?
Red: Joe, you seem like a guy who gets distracted. If I were you, I’d forget about the box and worry about the bank’s new metal-detection system. Because it was specifically designed to silently detect the larger kinds of weaponry that marauders such as yourselves tend to be enamored with. Truth is, your cannons tripped the security system the moment you entered the building, which means you don’t have the precious seconds you thought you had.
[ POLICE SIRENS WAILING ]
Gunman #3: 60 seconds!
Red: Not quite.
Gunman #3: Guys, what are you doing?!
Red: Going to jail, evidently. You know, enough is enough. Everyone up. This is just unpleasant all around.
Gunman #2: Joe, talk to me.
Gunman #1: We got to go! Right now!
[ SIRENS APPROACHING ]
Red: Except you can’t because the bank is surrounded by police. Now, I can get you out of here for 50% of the cash that you have on that cart.
Gunman #1: You can get us out?
[ Charles Maker hands Red the safe deposit box ]
Red: Thank you, Charlie.
Charles Maker: You’re welcome.
[ Wolfmother’s ♪ “Joker and The Thief” plays ]
Red: 55 percent. Joe, my number’s only going up until you say yes or you get yourself arrested.
[ Red dials ] [ PHONE KEYPAD BEEPING ]
Gunman #1: Okay. Yeah, yeah, yes. Yes. Yes. Let’s go.
Red: [ On phone ] Eli. About the truck for Tuesday. Yeah, uh, there’s been a change of plan. We need it now. No, no, like right now. Same place. That’s right. Now.

 
[ Police raid begins: smoke grenades and flash bangs 💥💥💥 ]
[ SCREAMING ] [ The police find a door to the bank’s tunnel system ajar ]
Police Officer: Son of a bitch.

♪ I said the joker is a wanted man

 
[ Red leads the group of bank robbers through the tunnel system ]
Red: Liquor built that bank. Boss Varney ran the bank and half a dozen bars in the city. During Prohibition, Varney’s son operated the bars as speakeasies. They made a fortune off of bootleggers, moonshiners, and wine pirates. Laundered all the profits through the bank. The tunnel provided safe passage for all the cash and a warm way to walk to lunch during the winter months.

♪ There is always sweet and sour
So we are not goin’ home

 
[ A dump truck awaits them outside the bank ]
Red: You made good time, Eli. Hop in, boys and girls. We’re going for a ride.
[ The bank robbers pile into the back of the dump truck with their duffels of cash ]
 

Can you see the joker flying over?
As she’s standing in the field of clover

[ SIRENS WAILING ] [ The trunk goes over a bump [ ALL GRUNT ] [ The back of the dump truck opens and a duffel falls out, scattering the bills ]

I wonder what would happen if he took her away

[ SIRENS WAILING ] [ TIRES SCREECH ]
[ The bank robbers open fire with their automatic weapons at the police 💥💥💥 💥💥💥 💥💥💥 ]
Red: They’re shooting at the police. Honest to God, these guys.
[ Red pulls a lever, raising the bed of the truck ]
[ SIRENS WAILING ]

I said the joker is a wanted man

[ The bank robbers tumble out of the truck ]
WOMAN: Ohh! No!
[ The police vehicles surround them ]

See him sifting through the sand
So I’ll tell you all the story ’bout the joker and the thief
I said, I’ll tell you all the story ’bout the joker and the thief
I said, I’ll tell you all the story ’bout the joker and the thief
In the night

Red: [ CHUCKLES ] – Oh! – [ LAUGHING ]

 
[ Red enters the bank he had robbed the day before. He is carrying the safe deposit box ]
Charles Maker: Oh, no, please.
Red: I come bearing gifts.
[ Red opens the safe deposit box. Inside is a rolled up painting. He unrolls it ]
Charles Maker: That’s not–
Red: Van Gogh’s “Poppy Flowers.” Everything about it just breaks my heart.
Charles Maker: But wasn’t that stolen from?
Red: Yes. Twice, actually. From Cairo’s Mohamed Mahmoud Khalil Museum. Once in 1977 and then again in 2010. Terribly embarrassing. It’s exchanged hands a couple of times over the years, but it came to my attention that the current owner was holding it here at your bank. Not to worry. I’m sure you had no idea. But I do think it’s time for the flowers to go back home again.
Charles Maker: You want me to return it?
Red: Yes, to the museum..
Charles Maker: But you just stole it yesterday.
Red: Well, I guess third time’s a charm. But now it’s your obligation to see that it’s returned to its rightful owner. My God, I hope they can manage to hold onto it this time around. Please don’t mention my name. I’d prefer it to be an anonymous donation.
Charles Maker: But why? Why rob us?
Red: Ha! That was sort of a gift to myself. I’m turning 60 this year. I wanted to see if I’ve still got it. Turns out I do. I have a feeling it’s gonna be a very good year. [ LAUGHS ]

 
[ Liz’s apartment ]
Liz: Raymond Reddington is a fraud. An imposter who took our father’s place over 30 years ago. The FBI can trace this Reddington forward from ’95. And I know for a fact that our father died five years before that. The night of the fire. Our father, the real Raymond Reddington, cheated on your mother with mine – a Russian agent named Katarina Rostova.
Lilly: Our fake father’s a criminal, and our real one’s a snake.
Liz: He took me from her in Russia. She followed him to America where we were staying. They got into a fight ~ a fire started ~ I got out, he didn’t.
Lilly: Wait. But how can you be so sure? You were 4.
Liz: The only person who knew Reddington was dead was in that house that night, so the person pretending to be him was either there that night, or got the idea to take his place from someone who was, which is why I got this out of storage. This contains everything I’ve collected over the years is connected to the fire. Okay. You can still walk away.
Lilly: And do what? Pretend this never happened. Go back to being a waitress. Making minimum wage serving tuna melts and warm beer? You know, I- I get it. It’s dangerous. If he finds out, he–
Liz: Not if. When.
Lilly: But here’s the thing. I have no life. Or I had no life. And now–
[ Liz’s CELLPHONE VIBRATING ] [ PHONE CLICKS ]
Liz: [ On phone ] Hey. Yeah. Yeah, of course. I’ll be right there.
[ CELLPHONE BEEPS ]
Lilly: How do you do that? Pretend like you’re really his daughter.
Liz: I’ve spent the last five years learning to act at the feet of the master. It’s my turn to outperform him.
[ Lilly picks Liz’s scorched stuffed bunny in which she had found the interface unit to the Fulcrum, a blackmail file which had exposed the existence of an international Cabal ]
Lilly: Payback’s a bitch. Especially when there’s two of ’em.

 
[ Red practices Tai Chi with a group of people in a park ]
[ Parquet Courts’ ♪ “Wide Awake” plays ]

I’m wide awake
Mind so woke ’cause my brain never pushed the brakes
I’m wide awake
Eyes so open that my vision is as sharp as a blade

[ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS ]
Red: You said this would be good for my health, Dembe, and you were absolutely right. I feel like a different person.
[ Liz walks over ]
Liz: Don’t you look cute.
Red: Hmm! I’ve turned over a new leaf. Spinach. Steamed. No butter, no oil, no salt.And very, very little taste.
Liz: Spinach. Tai Chi. Who are you and what have you done with Raymond Reddington?
Red: What do you know about a man named Hans Koehler?
Liz: Nothing. Should I?
Red: He’s the plastic surgeon of choice for the criminal underworld. A wizard at facial reconstruction. He’s hidden some of the very worst of the worst behind a larger nose, a pointier chin, higher cheekbones.
Liz: You want me to find the doctor who helps change criminals’ identities?
Red: Find the doctor, find the criminals.
Liz: Why him? Why now?
Red: Opportunity. Dr. Koehler’s been sighted, which is as rare as sighting the pygmy three-toed sloth. Only 79 of the dear creatures are left.
Liz: Okay. I’ll bite. Sighted where?

 
[ The Post Office ]
Liz: An elusive Russian arms dealer, a very successful jewel thief thought to be dead, a wanted forger who has dodged Interpol for nearly a decade. Three examples of criminals we thought were dead or had gone dark but who Reddington believes are still alive and well and continuing to commit crimes under new identities, courtesy of Dr. Hans Koehler.
Ressler: So we’re still doing his bidding.
Cooper: I’m sorry, Agent Ressler?
Ressler: Reddington. He shot an unarmed man in FBI custody just so that Keen couldn’t identify that skeleton that he’s been lugging around like his life depended on it.
Cooper: We’ve made a deal with the devil. It comes at a price. As for Reddington, when he gives us a case like this, we have an obligation to take it. Agent Keen, about the doctor–
Liz: Koehler attended medical school at Heidelberg University. Residency in reconstructive surgery at Johns Hopkins. He operates a mobile medical team that travels the globe changing the faces of the criminal elite.
Aram: I’m sorry. Changing their faces?
Liz: He is considered a pioneer in the application of 3-D computer imaging and modeling technology.
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[ Bastien Moreau is about to go under the knife. He grabs Dr Koehler’s wrist ]
Bastien Moreau: Don’t screw this up.
Dr Hans Koehler: Dear sir, when I’m finished, your own mother won’t know you.
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LIZ: According to Reddington, he and his team were in DC operating out of a bakery in Petworth that was undergoing renovation.
Cooper: Then that’s where we start. Dig in. Let’s see if we can bring this doctor out of the shadows.

 
Cooper: Keen. A moment? About what Agent Ressler said. I share his sentiments. No matter how fruitful our arrangement with Reddington has been, when I see the price you continue to pay, I can’t honestly say it’s been worth it. And I want you to know, if you don’t want to keep paying it, I’ll shut the Task Force down.
Liz: You said it yourself, sir. If that doctor is here, we have to take this case.
Cooper: There will always be a case, Elizabeth. And no matter how important they seem, none is as important as you protecting yourself. Will you think about it?
Liz: Of course. Sir.
Cooper: After all these years, I think you can call me Harold.
Liz: Harold. Thank you, sir.

 
[ An FBI Physician performs a vision exam on Samar ] [ Instrument CLICKs ]
FBI Doctor: All right. Up and to the right. Down and to the left. Hmm. [ CLICK ]
Samar: So?
Doctor: You are the picture of health. Weeks ago, your body temperature was 66 degrees.
Your pupils were dilated and unreactive to light. In short, you were gone.
Samar: Well, I had remarkable doctors and a lot of people praying for me.
Doctor: Well, their prayers were answered. Your CT scan is clear. Your physical and neurological exams were normal.
Samar: Am I cleared for duty?
Doctor: You are. Unless there’s something you’ve noticed.
Samar: Like what?
Doctor: Hmm, abnormality in speech or memory? Have you been forgetful, unable to recall certain words? Nothing? Okay. Welcome back.

 
[ The bakery in Petworth where Red told Liz Dr Koehler had last set up his mobile surgical unit ]
[ CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS ]
Lucinda: I have a grand opening tomorrow. You the ones in charge?!
Ressler: Agents Ressler and Keen, FBI. You must be the owner.
Lucinda: Yeah. You’re damn right I’m the owner. My attorney’s on her way now. [ SCOFFS ] This is a joke. An absolute abuse of police power.
Liz: Okay, ma’am, slow down.
Lucinda: What? D-Don’t “ma’am” me. I’m not that old. I’m sure as hell not running some kind of mob-doctor surgery center out of my kitchen.
Ressler: Well, our intel says otherwise.
Lucinda: We’ve been closed down for plumbing problems. The grand re-opening is tomorrow.
I’ve got 1,200 cupcakes to make, bake, and frost, and you’re acting like it’s the county morgue!
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FBI Analyst: We’re finished here. We’ve gone through it twice. There’s no trace evidence.
Ressler: That can’t be.
Lucinda: Yeah? He just said it was, handsome. So can I have my business back?
Ressler: No. I want you and your team to tear the place apart every drain trap, sewage line, air filter. Swab every inch. I’m afraid those, uh, cupcakes are gonna have to wait. Ma’am.
Lucinda: [ SCOFFS ]

 
Dr Koehler: This last procedure, it’s just what we were hoping for. Would you care to see?
[ Moreau looks in hand mirror ]
Moreau: [ LAUGHS ] Beautiful.

 
Liz: [ On phone ] The bakery. We have a lead.
Red: On Koehler?
Liz: No, on one of his former patients. Basil Vladakis.
Red: Basil Vladakis. Dear Lord. I haven’t heard his name in ages.
Liz: Evidence Response found trace amounts of blood in the drain line. We ran the DNA, and it matches Vladakis. Who could lead us to Dr. Koehler. If only we knew what he looks like now. Apparently he got himself a new face.
Red: Changing a man’s face is one thing. Changing his predilections? Quite another.
Liz: His predilections?
Red: Basil Vladakis was a vicious and wanton gunrunner whose love of money was only rivaled by his love for losing it at the track.
Liz: So you know this guy.
Red: I know he was a regular punter at Mardale. Perhaps Dembe and I should be off to the races to see if we can’t scare up The Mad Greek. I certainly wasn’t the only one he stiffed before skipping town, but I’d still like my money back. And if he knows anything about Dr. Koehler’s whereabouts, well, then, as they say, “two birds.” Dembe, this could be fun. We haven’t been to a race since Smarty Jones cost us a bundle at Belmont. Perhaps Dame Fortune is ready to smile on us after all.

 
[ Mardale sports bar ] [ MAN LAUGHING HEARTILY ]
Basil Vladakis: Hey. Keep the change! I just hit the across-the-board on Salsa Marimba!
Red: Is the across-the-board really the wisest bet? As I understand it, they’re expensive and have far less profit potential. Is that true?
Vladakis: I wouldn’t know. I’m a novice. Today must be my lucky day.
Red: [ LAUGHS ] It’s funny. You look like an old pro with a new face. The kind who likes taking other people’s money. I once knew a Greek arms dealer who took my money. Do you know how many times I’ve stood in this lousy sports bar looking for you? Clever to have your face reorganized. Looks good. Cute nose.
Vladakis: Okay. Look, Mr. Reddington. I’m sorry. I’ll get you your money. But I can’t be seen here. Not with you. – If anyone sees us, it would –
Red: Blow your cover? [ LAUGHS ] That’s about to happen very quickly. Can you imagine? After all that nipping and tucking, the sucking and plucking. All that goes into changing a man’s face, creating a new identity, a new life, then be outed by some old pal at the same old racetrack? What a colossal waste of money and time.
Vladakis: I’ll get you your money!
Red: Of course you will. But I’ll need a little something else to sweeten the pot, make up for lost interest.
Vladakis: What? What do you want?
Red: I want you to put me in touch with the friend who fixed your face.
Vladakis: We don’t speak. That’s not how it works.
Red: But you know how to reach him.
Vladakis: All I’ve got is a number. For a nurse. A number to call only in case of medical emergency.
Red: Then start dialing, because if you don’t, you’re gonna be naked and penniless in this lousy sports bar at Mardale.

 
[ In a parked car ]
Lilly: Hey. I went through your box, and I think I may have found something.
Liz: I think Reddington knows.
Lilly: What? How? – I don’t know.
Liz: And I’m not sure he does. But this case he gave us he’s got us hunting down a plastic surgeon who performs facial reconstructions on criminals.
Lilly: You think Reddington wants you to find the doctor that changed his identity? Why would he want that?
Liz: I have no idea. But it can’t be a coincidence, right? And if this is Reddington’s doctor, he might have the answer we’re looking for. So we’ve got to find him before Reddington does.
Lilly: So– So, this is what I found.
Liz: Yeah. I was taken to a motel in Dover the night of the fire. But I went there. It’s a dead end.
Lilly: The motel maybe. Or Dover. But not Delaware. My parents used to take me there every summer. To a house they’d rent an hour outside Dover – in Rehoboth Beach.
Liz: So?
Lilly: So maybe our father, the real Raymond Reddington, took you there. It was the dead of winter. Rehoboth Beach is a summer resort. It’s the perfect place to hide.
Liz: I’ll run a check. See if there was a fire in Rehoboth Beach that night.
Lilly: I already did.
[ PAPER RUSTLING ] [ Lilly shows Liz a photo copy of a newspaper article: “Rehoboth Beach Blaze Destroys House” ]
Liz: You know what this means?
Lilly: Hell yeah. Road trip.

 
[ Mardale sports bar ] [ Red, Dembe and Vladakis watch a horse race ]
Announcer: …racing for the challenge, but here comes Moon Room on the outside! Neck-and-neck with Aura Field. It’s down to the wire with Moon Room and Aura Field.
Moon Room and Aura Field! And at the wire, it’s Moon Room!
[ CHEERS AND LAUGHTER ]
[ A nurse enters ]
Nurse: Hey! I got your page. Is everything okay? Mr. Hunt?
Red: Ooh. Oh, my God. You were right! Who would’ve thought the Daily Double – would be a smart bet?
Dembe: Yes! I knew it was a smart bet.
Red: Oh, my God.
Dembe: You want another Orange Whip?
Red: Yes, absolutely.
Dembe: Orange Whip? Orange Whip? Three Orange Whips.
[ Dembe goes to get the order ]
Red: [ CHUCKLES ]
Vladakis: I’m sorry. Please, have a seat.
Nurse: Mr. Hunt. What’s going on here?
Red: I asked Mr. Hunt to page you, not for himself, but because I’m one of Dr. Koehler’s former patients, and I need to get in touch with the good doctor. My name is–
Nurse: I know who you are.
Red: –Ah! Then you know I’m serious when I say it’s a matter of some urgency.
Nurse: Dr. Koehler’s traveling. He’s in France on holiday.
Red: Until when?
Nurse: He didn’t say. It was an impromptu trip. He texted from Avignon, said he was having the time of his life. Perhaps I could give him a message?
Red: May I ask you something? All the work that was done on poor Vladakis I mean, Mr. Hunt and yet, still, these earlobes. It’s like the grandkids have been hanging and swinging on them. Is there really nothing one can do to – I don’t know – shrink them up even just a little bit? You said the doctor texted you.
Nurse: Yes.
Red: Perhaps I could borrow your phone.

 
Red: Aram, it’s me. I’m gonna send you a cellphone, one I need you to examine as soon as possible. Yes, it’s about Dr. Koehler.
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Red: What the hell is really going on with Dr. Koehler? He wouldn’t simply pack up and go “on holiday” to France. He hates the French.
Dembe: He’s in trouble, Raymond.
Red: Yeah. Trouble. Never a truer word.

 
[ Dr Koehler’s mobile surgical unit ]
Moreau: Dr. Koehler, rest assured that our work here is nearly finished.
[ CHAINS RATTLING ] [ Dr Koehler is in chains ]

 
[ SEA BIRDS CRYING ] [ Liz and Lilly are at the seacoast by Rehoboth Beach in Delaware ]
Lilly: [ SIGHS ] The ocean, the air. It all smells the same. The house we rented was right–
Liz: There. 20 steps to the sand.
Lilly: You remember.
[ They get out of the car to view the remnants of the burned building, just an outline of concrete in the sand ]
Liz: This is where it happened. The fire.

Flashback:
Masha: [ SCREAMING ]
[ Images of fire, of Masha running down the hall of a house ]

Liz: This is where I killed our father.

 
Jennifer: So that’s why you were so sure about when he died. Because you shot him.
Liz: They were fighting. My father and my mother. Screaming at each other. And others I think. He was hurting her. I saw the gun and I just wanted to make it stop. I’m so sorry.
Lilly: You were 4. You have nothing to be sorry about.
Liz: I know you have fond memories of this place, but I’m glad it’s gone.
Lilly: Wait. If you killed our father, how come you didn’t know Reddington was an imposter?
Liz: [ SIGHS ] My memories of that night. He had them removed.
Lilly: He- He removed your memories.
Liz: He told me he didn’t want me to live with the weight of knowing I killed my father.
Lilly: Who does that?
Liz: He said he did it to protect me –
Lilly: Who can do that?
Liz: – when what he was doing was protecting himself so that I would never question who he really was.

 
[ HORN HONKS ]
Martin Donnelly: So, one of you called claiming to be Red Reddington’s kid?!
Lilly: Hi. Yeah. Are you Martin Donnelly?
Donnelly: [ Nods ]
Lilly: Hi. I’m Jennifer. This is my sister, Elizabeth.
Liz: [ Shows badge ] Special Agent Elizabeth Keen. We heard you were the sheriff here the night that house burned down.
Donnelly: Mm-hmm. Yeah.
Liz: We were hoping you had a record of the people who were there that night.
Donnelly: Why’s that?
Lilly: Did you know our father?
Donnelly: I thought I did. In my mind he was a fine man.
Lilly: The night of the fire was the last time either of us has seen him.
Donnelly: You expect me to believe you don’t know where he is, your own father?!
Liz: We haven’t seen him in over 30 years. He became a fugitive when we were kids. We barely knew him. But we do know this – before the night of the fire, he was a fine man. And then after, he changed. We think the people who were there that night know why. Will you help us find them?
Donnelly: I would if I could. But whoever was there that night was long gone by the time we showed up.
Liz: Are local hospitals open year-round?
Donnelly: A reduced staff, but, yeah.
Lilly: So if someone got burned that night, there might be a patient record.
Liz: We’re gonna need a list of every hospital – in a 20-mile radius.
Donnelly: Sure.

 
[ CELLPHONE VIBRATES ]
Liz: Keen.
Aram: [ On phone ] All right. I am not saying I’m amazing. But sometimes I am distinctly above average.
Liz: You found Dr. Koehler?
Aram: The good doctor texted an employee saying that he was in France.
Liz: Have you alerted Interpol?
Aram: And why would I do that?
Liz: You said he was in France.
Aram: I said that’s what he said. But when I pulled the records from the cell carrier and this is the distinctly above-average part I found that his text wasn’t sent from France. It was sent from right here in D.C.
Liz: You have a location?
Aram: Sending it to you right now. Mr. Cooper’s working on getting a warrant.
Liz: How did you know he texted?
Aram: I didn’t. Mr. Reddington did. He sent me the employee’s cell. Which, um, I guess, if you want to be technical about it, means he’s the amazing one.
Liz: Did you give him the location? Aram, please tell me you didn’t tell Reddington how to find Dr. Koehler.

 
[ Dope Lemon’s ♪ “How Many Times” plays ]

♪ Here come the doorway

Red: That’s it there? The brick one?
Dembe: Yes. What about the FBI?
Red: The FBI served their purpose in finding him.

♪ It’s going down the track

Red: Let’s go find out how badly Dr. Koehler’s been compromised.

 
[ Moreau’s guard hands Moreau an envelope ]
Guard: That’s everything. You ready?
Moreau: [ Nods ]
Dr Koehler: Please. Let us go. Let them go. We’ve done everything you asked!
Moreau: The conditions under which I have forced you to live and work for the past few months are unfortunate and difficult for everyone. But it’s over now. So cheer up. Unchain them.

 
[ TIRES SCREECH ]

♪ How many times does it take

Liz: Good to see you, Samar.
Samar: It’s good to be back.
Ressler: So, what can you tell us about the building, who’s inside?

♪ To hear the phone

[ CHAINS RATTLING as assistants remove all the chains ]

♪ How many times does it take

Dr Koehler: So we’re free to go?
Moreau: Of course. Your work is done. Thank you. Dr. Koehler. Before you go – there is one more thing.
Dr Koehler: What’s that?
[ He shoots them all 💥💥💥💥 💥💥 ]

 
[ (GUNSHOTS) ]
Ressler: I got north entrance.
Samar: I’ll take this side.

♪ She’s just dying to please ya

[ Dr Koehler is shot, but still alive: he GRUNTS ]
Moreau: I’m so sorry. However, the point of changing my face is that nobody knows who I am. And that includes you.
[ Moreau is going to shoot Koehler again, but Red shoots first 💥💥💥 but misses Moreau ]
[ 💥💥💥 GUNFIGHT 💥💥💥 ]
[ Moreau and his guards leave the building. Red goes to Dr Koehler ]

 
[ Outdoors, Moreau and his guards exchange 💥💥💥 gunfire 💥💥💥with Samar and Dembe ] [ One of the guards is hit ]
[ ENGINE REVS ] [ TIRES SQUEAL ] [ The SUV escapes but Samar takes out a tail light ]
Samar: You okay?
Dembe: Yes. Thank you. Congrats.
Samar: On what?
Dembe: You and Aram. I’m very happy for you.
Samar: Thank you.

 
[ Inside, Red is crouching alongside Dr Koehler. All the others are dead ]
Red: [ SOFTLY ] Where is it?
Dr Koehler: [ SOFTLY ] Picasso. [ COUGHS FAINTLY ]

 
Dembe: Raymond, we have to leave before the cops show.
[ Liz walks up to Red ]
Liz: I thought we were past this.
Red: What’s that?
Liz: Alternate agendas. You giving us cases without telling us why. Using us to catch the people you can’t.
Red: He had information that’s important to me.
Liz: And I thought you just wanted us to catch the pygmy three-toed sloth.
Red: Our professional relationship is symbiotic. I help you, you help me.
Liz: And our personal relationship?
Red: I don’t have an alternate agenda. I have secrets. Like the skeleton. I thought you’d come to terms with that.
Liz: I have. Which is why I’m not upset at finding you here. It’s still hard. You’re my father. I want us to have an honest relationship.
Red: One has nothing to do with the other. Being honest means one doesn’t lie, deceive, or cheat. Where you are concerned, I don’t.
Liz: How can you say that when you keep things from me?
Red: Dembe keeps things from me.
Liz: That’s different.
Red: So one can keep certain things secret and be in an honest relationship?
Liz: [ SCOFFS lightly ] I saw Dr. Koehler whisper something to you before he died. What did he tell you?
Red: The last thing I want is to push you away. So if we need a little truth and reconciliation to prevent that, well, what the hell? Just don’t get greedy.
Liz: [ SCOFFS ] You’re serious?
Red: You want to know my secrets, why I’m here, what the good doctor told me?
Liz: Yes, I do.
Red: Then I’ll tell you. As soon as you tell me.
Liz: Tell you what?
Red: The secrets you keep from me.
Liz: I never said I kept any.
Red: Studies show that at any given moment the average person is keeping 13 secrets. 🔘 [ See Note ] So come on. I actually think this could be quite fun. I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.
Liz: This isn’t a game.
Red: It could be. If the secrets you keep are as loving as the ones Dembe keeps.
[ Liz doesn’t say anything ]
Red: [ LAUGHS ] Well. That is interesting.

 
[ Ressler walks over ]
Ressler: The ID on the dead guy turned up as fake, but we sent the prints to Interpol and we got a hit.
Red: Tell me.
Ressler: Not until you tell us why you gave us this case, because it obviously wasn’t so we could arrest Dr. Koehler and expose his clients.
Red: Hans Koehler was a friend of mine. I suspected he was being held against his will. I wanted to save his life. Sadly, I failed.
Liz: You cared about him? You expect us to believe that’s all that’s going on here?
Red: All? No. Enough? Certainly. The guard. Who was he?
Ressler: A known associate of Bastien Moreau.
Red: The Corsican.
Samar: Until four months ago, no one knew who The Corsican was. Then he shows up on a camera in Gdansk and is ID’d as Moreau.
Ressler: Which explains his sudden urge to pay a visit on Dr. Makeover.
Red: One of the world’s deadliest assassins is now one of the world’s most anonymous men. Which means he can act with impunity. Whatever he is up to I fear Dr. Koehler is only the beginning.

 
[ Reagan International Airport ] [ Moreau and his guards are in the parked SUV ]
Guard: The Feds have Gabin’s body. They’ll connect him to you.
Moreau: [ LAUGHS ] To who I was. Not to who I am. The assignment remains. This changes nothing. We travel as planned. Well, at least I travel as planned.
[ SILENCED GUNSHOTS (💥💥) ]
[ Morea gets out, opens the trunk and pulls out a wheelchair and puts on a fake cast and a baseball cap. He rolls himself along in the wheelchair ]

 
Aram: All right. The Corsican is a gun for hire. But not by just anyone. He has a very particular clientele. The Tamil Tigers. The Kosovo Liberation Army. He’s a nationalist who works on behalf of groups fighting against globalism.
Ressler: His targets have included a UNESCO office in Geneva, a conference center in Davos, and the European Union headquarters in The Hague, where last year a bomb was defused moments before the General Assembly’s opening session.
Cooper: Before now, everything has been overseas.
Ressler: Well, his next target could be here or maybe he’s already left the country.
Cooper: Can’t lock down the airports. We have no idea who we’re looking for.
Samar: The Corsican, as bad as he may be, is only one name on Dr. Koehler’s client list. Shouldn’t we be focused on finding the list?
Liz: We may not know what this guy looks like, but thanks to Samar shooting out his taillight, we were able to trace his car.
Ressler: First day back, and you’re already showing us up.
Liz: It was found in a remote lot at Reagan International. There were two bodies identified at the scene matching the men you saw driving away in The Corsican’s car.
Samar: Why would he kill his own people?
Liz: Same reason he killed Koehler and his team –. they knew what he looked like. They were the only remaining ones who did.
Cooper: Aram, pull every feed from that lot you can find. If you get a hit, circulate it to TSA. We’ll find that list, but right now we’ve got an emergency on our hands. Get to Reagan, coordinate with Airport Authority Police, tell them we’ve got a situation.

 
[ At the airport, Moreau has just passed through the TSA scanner ]
TSA Agent: All right, sir.
Moreau: Thanks.
TSA Agent: [ To next person ] Wait there, ma’am.
[ An airport escort is pushing Moreau’s wheelchair now ]

 
[ Samar makes call to airport security as Ressler drives ]
Samar: Two minutes out. Moreau, Bastien. I need you to notify security he’s on site and Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying. No, I do not have a positive ID, but you need to put the facility on lockdown and hold all passengers.
 

Man on (escort’s) radio: Code three, all responders. White male. Mid-50s. May be armed.

Moreau: Sir, I’m terribly sorry. Can we please stop at the men’s room before getting to my gate?
Escort: Of course, sir. Not a problem.
Moreau: Thank you.

Woman on PA: We ask for your assistance in reporting any unattended bags.

[ Ressler and Samar arrive at the airport ]
Ressler: Lock it down. All points of exit. Drop-off, pick-up, parking garages, everywhere.
Samar: Agent Navabi, FBI. I need you take me to your C.O. I need every male passenger searched, ID’d, and taken to a secure area. Where are your security feeds?
Man: Over here.
[ RADIO CHATTER ]

 
[ Moreau has ditched the wheelchair and is on foot. He is wearing the maroon blazer of the escort service. Ressler is about the follow him, when a man comes up to him ]
Man: Sir! We need you right away. We got something.
[ The escort lies on the floor of the men’s room ]

Man on radio: All units, suspect is impersonating an airport employee in a maroon blazer. Attention, all units.

⋘⋙
[ Moreau enters the escort services parking area, grabs keys for a car from the board. He smashes the window of a vehicle and gets in

Man on radio: … white male suspect …

[ DOOR CLOSES ] [ ENGINE STARTS ] [ Moreau leaves in the vehicle ]

 
Mrs Koehler: Yes?
Red: Mrs Koehler, I’m terribly sorry for your loss.
Mrs Koehler: How did– Who are you?
Red: A friend of your husband’s. My name is Raymond. I’m here for the Picasso.

 
[ Picasso is the Koehlers’ stuffed dog; a real dog who was stuffed, that is ]
Red: Well. This is unexpected.
Mrs Koehler: Why would Hans want you to take him? He loved Picasso.
Red: How much do you know about your husband’s line of work?
Mrs Koehler: He was a great surgeon.
Red: He was away for months at a time, wasn’t he?
Mrs Koehler: He had clients all over the world.
Red: He did. Many of those clients were criminals. Some of them terrible men and terrible women.
Mrs Koehler: That’s not so.
Red: It is. I should know. I’m one of them.
[ Red examines the stuffed dog. In its collar is a thumb drive ]
Mrs Koehler: What is that?
Red: Your husband’s client list.
Mrs Koehler: That’s what you came for.
Red: Yes. And to give you this. It’s a numbered bank account with $5 million in it and also the name of a man who’s standing by to create your false identification.
Mrs Koehler: [ EXHALES SHARPLY ] I don’t understand.
Red: Other clients will come looking for this list. I don’t know how many or when. Just that they will. And you do not want to be here when they do.
Mrs Koehler: Why are you doing this?
Red: As I said, Hans was a friend of mine. I wouldn’t be the person I am if it weren’t for him. I recommend Cairo. Beautiful, historic. And thanks to a combination of the Muslim Brotherhood and international Islamophobia, completely abandoned by Western tourists. You and Picasso will have the pyramids to yourselves.

 
Cooper: So let me get this straight. We lost Moreau.
Ressler: He slipped security using the identity of an airline rep.
Samar: Security feeds show him stealing a car from an employee parking lot. We have word out on the vehicle now.
Cooper: Any hits?
Aram: Not yet.
Cooper: So he’s gone, and Koehler is dead, and the names of his clients died with him.
Liz: All except Moreau.
Cooper: Who’s God knows where and about to do God knows what.
Liz: Reddington never wanted us to catch Koehler.
Cooper: Any chance he told you what it was?
Liz: [ SCOFFS ] No. He didn’t.
⋘⋙
Cooper: Did you think about what I said about the price and whether you’re willing to pay it?
Liz: I did.
Cooper: And have you made a decision?
Liz: The Raymond Reddington we know can’t be trusted. But there was another Reddington.
Cooper: Another Reddington?
Liz: It’s hard to explain, but I want to know how the Reddington we could trust turned into the one we can’t. I have to know. Whatever the price.

 
[ Baptist Generals’ ♪ “Turnunders and Overpasses” plays ]
♪ Turnunders and overpasses
Directions change, and you are different today
What do you want?
Oh, what do you want?

Red: Ah. I meant what I said before about our relationship being symbiotic. I help you, you help me. We help each other.
Liz: What’s this?
Red: An insurance policy. Dr. Koehler was a not only a gifted surgeon, but also a man smart enough to know that his life was threatened by the very men and women who paid for his services. For that reason, he kept a dossier – a list of every face he changed.
Liz: Moreau knew about this.
Red: Which is why he abducted Dr. Koehler and his team and forced them to operate at gunpoint.
Liz: Which means his new identity won’t be on this drive.
Red: No. But the names of countless others are men and women who abandoned their lives to hide. Now you can find them.
Liz: Where to find this – that’s what Dr. Koehler whispered to you before he died.
Red: I told you mine. Now you tell me yours.
Liz: I would. But you haven’t really told me yours yet, have you? Not all of it. This isn’t the complete list, is it?
Red: No, it’s not. One file has been deleted.
Liz: Yours.
Red: [ SIGHS ] I prefer to keep my nips and tucks to myself. Forgive an old man his vanity.
Liz: For now, but someday I want to see the before and after pictures.
Red: [ LAUGHS ] Not a pretty sight.m
Liz: I’m sure you were always handsome.
Red: Was I? I can’t remember.

♪ And you are different today

Liz: Neither can I.

♪ What do you want for your love?

Liz: But I don’t have to. I know that before everything changed –

♪ Turnunders and overpasses

Liz: – my father was –

♪ Directions change

Liz: – kind and decent and beautiful.

♪ What do you want for your heart?

Liz: Inside and out.
[ Liz reaches over and clasps Red’s hand ]

♪ What do you want for your heart?
What do you want?
Oh, what do you want?

 
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Episode Songs

 

♫ Joker and the Thief
By Wolfmother

♪ I said the joker is a wanted man
He makes his way all across the land
I see him sifting through the sand
So I’ll tell you all the story
About the joker and the thief in the night

♪ He’s always laughing in the midst of power
Are we living in the final hour
There is always sweet and sour
So we are not going home

♪ Can you see the joker flying over
As she’s standing in the field of clover
Watching out everyday
I wonder what would happen if he took her away

♪ What you see well you might not know
You get the feelin’ comin’ after the glow
The vagabond is moving slow
So I’ll tell you all the story
About the joker and the thief in the night

♪ All the people that you see in the night
Hold their dreams up to the light
The wilderbeast is searching for sight
And we are not going home

♪ Can you see the joker flying over
As she’s standing in the field of clover
Watching out everyday
I wonder what would happen if he took her away

♪ I said the joker is a wanted man
He makes his way all across the land
See him sifting through the sand
So I’ll tell you all the story ’bout the joker and the thief
I said, I’ll tell you all the story ’bout the joker and the thief
I said, I’ll tell you all the story ’bout the joker and the thief
In the night

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2VAmbPp
YouTube: https://youtu.be/ySjXFjLTagQ

 

♫ Wide Awake
Parquet Courts

♪ I’m wide awake
Mind so woke ’cause my brain never pushed the brakes
I’m wide awake
Eyes so open that my vision is as sharp as a blade
I’m wide awake
Movin’ and groovin’ and I ain’t ever losin’ the pace
I’m wide awake
Mind so woke ’cause my brain is as sharp as a blade
I’m wide awake
I’m wide awake
I’m wide awake
I’m wide awake
I’m wide awake

♪ I’m wide awake
Mind so woke ’cause my brain never pushed the brakes
I’m wide awake
Eyes so open that my vision is as sharp as a blade
I’m wide awake
Movin’ and groovin’ and I ain’t ever losin’ the pace
I’m wide awake
Mind so woke ’cause my brain never pushed the brakes
I’m wide awake
I’m wide awake
I’m wide awake
I’m wide awake
I’m wide awake

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2H12n4B
YouTube: https://youtu.be/eZXS8Jpkiac

 

♫ How Many Times
By Dope Lemon
[ Dope Lemon’s “How Many Times” plays ]

[Verse 1]
♪ Here come the doorway
It’s going down the track
Here come the dope train
Yeah, kill a man for talking back
She got no red lights
Hanging on her door
She cook that blue flame
She’ll have you on the floor
Begging for more

[Chorus]
♪ How many times does it take
To hear the phone?
To hear the phone?
How many times does it take
To hear the phone?
To hear the phone?

[Verse 2]
♪ See a street fight
A fighter on the ground
It is your walk back
She’s playing on your mind
She got me blue light
Streaming from her eyes
Beneath them city floors
Her little heart
Her little heart dies

[Chorus]
♪ How many times does it take
To hear the phone?
To hear the phone?
How many times does it take
To hear the phone?
To hear the phone?

[Outro]
♪ She’s just trying to tease ya, look
She’s just dying to tease ya
She’s just dying to please ya
Boy, you’re just dying to please her

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2RHjMDc
YouTube: https://youtu.be/ECSTE8Zaxs0

 

♫ Turnunders and Overpasses
By Baptist Generals ♫

♪ Turnunders and overpasses
Directions change and you are different today
What do you want?
What do you want?

♪ Turnunders and overpasses
Directions change and you are different today
Counsel the stars, the arrows go contrary ways
With no turnunders and overpasses
I saw your colors flying over me
Bled all the color of the heart you used to be
What is it like scattering at such a speed
Above those

♪ Turnunders and Overpasses
Turnunders and Overpasses
Directions change and you are different today
Oh, what do you want?
Oh, what do you want?

♪ Turnunders and Overpasses
Directions change and you are different today
What do you want for your love?
Oh, what do you want for your love?
Turnunders and Overpasses
Directions change and you are different today
What do you want for your heart?
Well, what do you want for your heart?
Oh, what do you want?
Oh, what do you want?

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2RCcUHj
YouTube: https://youtu.be/XxT9XFimlBc

 
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🔴 Script 6:2 The Corsican (№ 20)

 
Program air date: 1/4/2019 in the US
Permalink: https://wp.me/pDKwi-8Pa
Entertainment Weekly Recap: http://bit.ly/2C0y73N
 

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Director: Kurt Kuenne
Written by: John Eisendrath , Jon Bokenkamp

 

 

⭕ Script 6:2 The Corsican (№ 20)

Where we’re at: Liz and Lilly (aka Jennifer) have located the foundation of a house in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware, which was the place where the fire happened which Liz remembers in flashbacks and nightmares, of the night on which she as a four-year-old shot and killed their father. They want to learn the true identity of the man who afterwards assumed their father’s identity, the man we know as Raymond “Red” Reddington. Everyone on the task force now knows that a skeleton was in the duffel bag (chased in Season 5) and Red believes that Liz “has come to terms” with its identity being one of Red’s secrets. Only Liz and Lilly know there was a DNA report with the skeleton identifying it as that of the real Raymond Reddington, matching the DNA sample Cooper took from a 30 year old shirt from a torture scene from which Cooper had rescued the original Raymond Reddington and which linked Liz with that Raymond Reddington as daughter and father. Liz still publicly acknowledges Red as her father, preferring to keep the secret she shares with Lilly from both Red and the Task Force.

Liz and Lilly found a news report of the fire and are attempting to get medical records of anyone treated in a nearby hospital afterwards. At the same time, Red is attempting to erase any traces of who he was in that distant past, beginning with Dr Hans Koehler who performed plastic surgery on him. He offered the case to the task force suggesting that locating Dr Koehler could help them identify the many criminals whose identities Dr Koehler changed.

They discovered that Koehler was being held captive along with his surgical team and required to perform face-altering surgery on an infamous anti-globalism terrorist named Bastien Moreau, nicknamed The Corsican. They arrived too late to save Dr Koehler’s life, but not before Koehler could give Red the key to obtaining his client list. Red turned over the list to Liz but admitted to her he had deleted one record – his own. Meanwhile, The Corsican has a new face and is on to his next assignment.

 
Bastien Moreau: [ On phone ] You don’t know me. You may think you do. You may have heard things, stories, about the way I work, jobs I’ve done, and what I’m capable of.
McMahon: I know your reputation, which is why we hired you. The incident will appear to be part of your political agenda. No one will know its real purpose if you can get it done.
Moreau: Everything is on schedule.
McMahon: I haven’t heard from you in nearly a month. Not a single word.
Moreau: I told you, I couldn’t do your job without making a few changesm. Those changes have been made.
McMahon: Target will only be in town for a day. He knows about the coup attempt.
If he tells anyone–
Moreau: I told you, it’s on schedule.
McMahon:: But you haven’t told me how you’ll do it. Will it be on-site? If so, how do you intend on getting past security? How will you get out? Do we have assurances this won’t get back to us?
Moreau: Are you saying you want me to call it off?
McMahon: No, what I’m saying is that the fate of an entire country rests on you doing your job.
[ CAR BEEPS ]
Moreau: So stop talking. Consider it done.

 
[ CAR BEEPS ] [ CAR DOOR OPENS ] [ Moreau gets a in car just as it’s owner, Charles Albrecht, a Turkish envoy, is getting in. Moreau points his gun at Albrecht ] [ GUN COCKS )
Charles Albrecht: [ STAMMERING ] What is this? Who are you?
Monreau: Believe it or not, I’m you.

 
[ Liz’s apartment. Lilly is talking on the phone ]
Lilly: Yes, I only need you to recover the data. And, no, I already told you.I can’t tell you why. Buck, did I ask you questions when you needed me to pretend to be your girlfriend at the last reunion? Yes, I– Yeah, okay, great. Thank you. Call me back. [ Hangs up ]
Liz: Well? What did he say?
Lilly: He asked a lot of questions.
Liz: But can he recover the medical files Reddington erased, – tell us what he’s hiding –
Lilly: Look, Liz, I get that we’re on our own and that Reddington can’t find out what we’re doing, but can you explain to me again why we can’t just go to one person in the FBI?
Liz: It’s too risky–
Lilly: Because you think he’ll find out?–
Liz: He will. Anyone who’s ever gotten close to the truth about who Reddington was before he became Reddington ended up dead. My husband, Dr. Koehler.
Lilly: Ian Garvey.
Liz; Jennifer, trust me. We can’t go to the Bureau, not yet. We’ve got to stick to the plan and see if your friend can restore the medical files Reddington erased.

 
[ KNOCK ON DOOR ]
Red: Elizabeth?
[ Liz quickly gathers the files strewn across the coffee table ]
Liz: [ WHISPERING ] Help me pick these up.
Lilly: [ WHISPERING ] You can’t let him in. He can’t see me.
Liz: No, he can’t. No one else is gonna die.
Lilly: The friend who wants to help us is a really good guy. We can’t let anything happen to him, please.
Liz: Okay. No one.
[ Lizzy hides in the front hall closet ]

 
[ CREAKS ] [ DOOR UNLOCKS ] [ CREAKING ] [ Red and Dembe enter ]
Red: Bad time?
Liz: No.
Red: May we?
Liz: Hmm?
Red: As a fugitive from justice, I prefer not to linger in public hallways.
Liz: Of course. Come in. Have you lost weight?
Red: Hmm. Five pounds.
Liz: Oh.
Red: Seven pounds when it’s in the morning.
[ DOOR CREAKS SHUT ]

Liz: Let me look at you. Well, you look fantastic. Thai chi and spinach suit you.
Red: I feel like a different person.
Liz: I’m sure you do.
Red: I have news about the Corsican.

 
[ The Post Office ]
Liz: According to Reddington, Moreau wasn’t deterred by the shootout at Dr. Koehler’s operating room or our near miss at Reagan National. Instead, he’s reaching out to arms dealers about an upcoming job.
Samar: What job? Did he have any details?
Liz: Reddington doesn’t have any, but he’s reaching out to his contacts now. But if he’s right and Moreau is arming up, that means he’s going to work.
Aram: Which means people are gonna die.
Cooper: What’s the latest on Moreau? Any hits from the airport authority or local police?
Aram: Well, we’ve scoured CCTV feeds, but he was obviously avoiding the cameras. Nothing clearly shows his face.
Samar: So we’re hunting for a killer, but we have no idea what he looks like.
Aram: Correct, but we do know that he purchased a ticket under the name Dino DiPasquale and was all set to board Premium Sky flight number 206 to JFK. Now, the alias is burned, but –
Liz: He’s headed to New York.
Ressler: No, he’s already there. We put out an alert on his vehicle, the one that he stole from the employee parking at Reagan. Port Authority flagged it passing through the Holland Tunnel just after 6:00 p.m.
Cooper: We may not know who this guy is, but we know who he was – A nationalist, a hit man who targets globalism in all its forms. Navabi, alert possible targets Wall Street, the media, consulates. Ressler, Keen, get to New York. There’s an assassin in the city, and we need to find him.

 
Albrecht: I don’t know about the others. I only know how it works for me.
Moreau: The first basement.
Albrecht: Yes, the first basement. It’s a door marked “C2,” northeast side of the building. Once inside, there’s a checkpoint–
Moreau: I’m not interested about the first checkpoint. Tell me about the second one, where they check your badges. How do you know that?
Albrecht: Please, why are you asking me these things?
Moreau: Talk to me about the second checkpoint where they check your badge and your access code.
Albrecht: How do you know these things? The one they sent you this morning, I need you to write it down. Now.
[ Moreau hands Albrecht a pad ]
Moreau: [ SHOUTING ] Now!
[ Albrecht writes down a number ]
Moreau: You sure?
Albrecht: Yeah.
Moreau: Now it’s time for you to get into the trunk.
Albrecht: What? Please, no. Just–
Moreau: Wait, quick, quick, give me your badge. Now – Get in the trunk.

 
[ Albrecht is in the trunk. Moreau points his gun ]
Albrecht: Wait, no.
[ MUFFLED GUNSHOTS 💥💥 ] [ CAR BEEPS ]

 
[ Hollywood ]
Aaron: [ On phone ] Are you listening to me? The network cut my license fee in half. I’m paying ICM 10% off the top, and now the studio claims that it’s still in deficit? Yes, I want to sue. Now. [ STAMMERING ] Yesterday, if possible. [ CELLPHONE BEEPS ]
[ Red and Dembe enter. Aaron opens his arms ]
Aaron: Finally, people I can trust.
Red: I warned you, Aaron. How many times? The arms business is like Ring Around the Rosie compared with this business you call show.
Aaron: Hand to God, I’d rather my daughter marry Arafat than a network or studio executive. At least he paid you the courtesy of lying to your face.
Red: I once provided transportation for a Chinese cobalt magnate who insisted on funneling his ill-gotten gains into a three-picture deal with Woodman Blake. Huge hits, each one bigger than the last. Careers were made. Awards were won. A single dollar over a billion in net profits, and he stood to double his investment. The movies grossed almost $3 billion worldwide. In anticipation of his windfall, my associate purchased a mansion in Sydney and a yacht in Montenegro. When the studio accountants were finished sharpening their pencils, the net was $999 million to the crooked penny. He went into receivership, and his wife left him for a talent agent. Not that that’s gonna happen to you. I mean, financially, you’re screwed, but look at the bright side. Your wife’s dead, may she rest in peace.
Aaron: [ CHUCKLES ] You said you had a question about Moreau.
Red: Yes, his whereabouts. I’m told he reached out to you recently.
Aaron: Mm, he did, but, um–
Red: Aaron, I wouldn’t ask you to divulge information about a client if it weren’t urgent.
Aaron: I appreciate that, my friend, hmm? From you, I have no secrets. If I knew his whereabouts, you’d know his whereabouts, but I don’t.
Red: Oh, then how about the place where you’re sending the material he ordered?
Aaron: He didn’t order any. I had a cache of RPGs, mint condition, no interest. All he wanted was a reference for a contractor.
Red: And who was that?
Aaron: Maxwell Ruddiger. Name mean anything to you?
Red: Like a blast from the past. Hmm.

 
[ RADIO CHATTER ] [ A parking garage. Red and Liz get out of separate vehicles ]
Ressler: If you’re good with it, I’m good with it.
Liz: I already told you, I’m good with it.
Ressler: What am I missing? See, I know you, and I know there’s no way that you’re okay with Reddington killing a guy in our custody so he wouldn’t have to identify that skeleton. No, you don’t want to tell me what’s really going on, I’m okay with it. But don’t insult me by saying you’re good with it.
Liz: Thank you.
Ressler: For what? For being okay with it.

 
[ The trunk of Charles Albrecht’s car is open. His body is inside ]
Liz: What you got for us?
Man: Charles Albrecht. He was a courier for the Turkish consulate. When he didn’t show up for work, the consulate reported him missing.
Liz: [ To Ressler ] They were on alert because we put word out.
Ressler: Did the consulate say whether he was in possession of any privileged or classified documents?
Man: He was carrying a diplomatic pouch that contained classified information.
Ressler: Was.
Man: The pouch is missing, and since the Intel was classified, the consulate won’t say what it was.
Liz: [ To Ressler, whispering ] Well, we already know what it was. Something Moreau’s willing to kill for.
Ressler: Even if it was Moreau. A Turkish courier? How does that fit into his nationalist M.O.?
Liz: [ To the man ] What else can you tell us?
Man: The diplomatic pouch wasn’t the only thing missing. His I.D. was taken, too.

 
[ Moreau uses Albrecht’s I.D. to get past security ]

 
Aram: Okay, I think we have a problem.
Liz: [ On phone ] Aram, what is it? – Okay, it’s about Albrecht.
Aram: Mr Cooper spoke to the ambassador at the Turkish Embassy, who confirmed that Albrecht was headed to a meeting at – Get this, The United Nations.
Liz: That’s how it fits his M.O.
Aram: All right, U.N. Security Police says Albrecht’s badge was swiped six minutes ago at the first basement level, entrance C2.
[ SIREN WAILS ]
Ressler: All right, Aram, coordinate with security, put that building on lockdown, and see if they can’t get a location on that badge.
[ Liz’s CELLPHONE RINGS, BEEPS ]
Ressler: [To Aram ] We’re on our way.
Liz: Keen.
Red: Elizabeth I have news about the faceless assassin you seek.
[ Red in his plane with Maxwell Ruddiger the bomb maker ]
Liz: He’s headed to the U.N.
Red: Yes, to deliver a bomb.
Liz: A bomb? You know this because?
Red: The device was purchased from one Maxwell Ruddiger. A lush, a scoundrel, an old friend, and a consummate technician of all things explosive.
Liz: That’s why Moreau targeted the courier. This was about access.
Red: Moreau simply needed a way to get his device into the building.
Liz: Well, the badge will get him in, but not the bomb. They’ll scan it at security, stop it there.
Red: Unless they don’t. Moreau didn’t choose just anybody with security clearance. He specifically chose someone carrying a diplomatic pouch.
Liz: Which they won’t seize because it’s not subject to search.
Red: Elizabeth, the contraption you’re hunting for is a binary device that contains enough ammonium nitrate and hydrazine to wipe out the entire General Assembly if not take down the building itself, and it’s volatile. The slightest bump or jostle could detonate the thing without warning.
Liz: How do you know this?
Red: I know this because I’m sitting with the madman who built the damn thing.
Liz: Maxwell Ruddiger is with you?
Red: We’re en route to you as we speak. You need to clear the building, locate that device, and find a way to get us to it, but do not let anyone near that widowmaker until I can get Ruddiger there to undo the devil he’s created. Understood?
Liz: Yes.
[ SIREN WAILING ]
⋘⋙
Red: Max, perhaps you should put down the gin and tonics. You have a job to do, and you’ll need steady hands.
Ruttiger: The gin and tonics are exactly what give me the steady hands.
Red: Better have another.

 
[ Wire’s ♪ “I Am The Fly” plays ]

♪ Crawling
Over your window
You think I’m confused
I’m waiting for the divergent wasp
To complete my current ruse

[ Moreau walks into an area with small tables. He is carrying a metal briefcase. He puts it down next to a table and whispers something to a man seated there. As he leaves the room, Moreau pulls out a small metal device and engages it. It blinks and BEEPS. The case left at the table BEEPS quietly. The man sitting at the table lifts up the case and places it flat on the table. He flips numbers on the keypad on the top of the case alongside the handle ]

You use a plate-glass screen
To protect my chosen target
But there’s an air-pellet hole
I can crawl through to you

 
[ Liz and Ressler are met inside an entrance to the building by security personnel ]
Topperview: Jean Topperwien, head of security.
Ressler: Agents Ressler, Keen, FBI. You need to evacuate this building.
Topperview: We have an evacuation plan, but there’s no guarantee we won’t lose your unsub in the process.
Ressler: Well, that’s a risk we’re gonna have to take. You have to clear this building.
Liz: Do you have a location on Moreau?
Man: We know where the badge was last swiped.
Liz: Take us there, now.

I am the fly, I am the fly, I am the fly, I am the fly
Fly in the, fly in the ointment

[🚨 ALARM BLARES 🚨]

Over P.A. 🔊 Attention, all personnel, this is an emergency. For your safety, please immediately locate the nearest exit. – This is not a test.

♪ Fly in the, fly in the ointment

[ People begin evacuating ]
[ SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE ]
[ The man sitting at the table continues flipping the numbers on the lock on the metal suitcase ]
[ Moreau joins a group of people leaving the building ]

♪ I am the fly, I am the fly, I am the fly, I am the fly
Fly in the, fly in the ointment

Liz: Sir! Stop.
[ Liz enters the room where the man with the suitcase is ]
Liz: Put it down. Special Agent Elizabeth Keen, FBI.

♪ I am the fly, I am the fly

Liz: We have reason to believe that case contains – an explosive device.
[ The man looks shocked ]

♪ I am the fly, I am the fly

Liz: I need you to put it down slowly – and do exactly as I say.
[ One latch of the suitcase flips open ]

♪ Fly in the, fly in the ointment
I am the fly

 
Aram: Okay, uh, all right, I have the feeds up now.
Ressler: All right, I’m putting you on with the head of security now.

🔊Man over PA: Attention, all personnel

Topperview: Agent Mojtabai.
Aram: Hello.
Topperview Hello, we’re holding evacuees on the north lawn. I’m trying to get you access to those feeds now.
[ Moreau walks past behind Topperview and Ressler ]
Aram: Okay, thank you.
[ 🚨ALARM BLARING 🚨]

🔊 Woman over PA: (Speaking in foreign language)

[ 💥 GUNSHOT IN DISTANCE ] [ SCREAMING ]
Ressler: Move, move!

🔊Man over PA: Attention, all personnel

[ Ressler runs up to to man who was shot ]
Man: My gun, he’s He’s got my gun.
Ressler: Officer down. Repeat, officer down. North atrium. Suspect’s armed and on the move.

 
Security Guard: Our evacuation protocol is clear.
Liz: I’ve been authorized to change it.
Security Guard: The FBI has no authority here. Besides, we won’t evacuate emergency personnel – During an actual emergency.
Liz: You need to leave, including all UN Personnel, NYPD responders, NYPD bomb squad, HDU, everyone.
[ Security Guard takes phone call; hangs up ]
Security Guard: That was my superior officer. The Secretary General just hung up with Homeland, and they’ve requested we evacuate all emergency personnel. Who are you people? What’s going on here?

 
[ A policeman walks through an emptied hall of the building. He motions to another policeman ]
Policeman: 10-4, we’re clear.
[ Surfounded by guards, Red, Dembe and Ruddiger stroll in ]
Red: [ CHUCKLES ] This is certainly a first.
[ Soul Coughing’s ♪ “Super Bon Bon” plays ]

Move aside, and let the man go through
Let the man go through
Move aside, and let the man go through
Let the man go through
Move aside, and let the man go through
Let the man go through
Move aside, and let the man go through

 
[ Ressler searches through the crowd for Moreau ]
Aram: Okay, I think I got him.
Ressler: All right, Aram, talk to me. Which way?

Let the man go through, through

Aram: All right, turn left. No, right. No, no, no, your right. He can’t be more than 20 yards ahead of you, moving west.

If I stole somebody else’s wave to fly up

 
Ruddiger: I apologize, it’s probably a silly question But why are the police escorting us, again?
Red: The police and I have a special kind of relationship.
Ruddiger: Yeah, but this, they treat you like Elvis.
Red: Yes, except the President gave Elvis a badge, and I don’t really need one.

♪ Too fat, fat you must cut lean You got to take the elevator to the mezzanine
Chump change

Aram: Okay, I can’t tell.

♪ And it’s on, super bon bon

Aram: Uh Come on. Where’d you go? All right, I, I lost him on the feed.

♪ Too fat, fat, you must cut lean

Aram: I do not have a visual.

♪ You got to take the elevator to the mezzanine

Aram: Okay. I just picked him up again. You’re close.

♪ Super bon bon, super bon bon

[ Ressler sees a man walking in front of him with a gun ]
Ressler: Drop the weapon, Moreau. Don’t do this.
[ GUN COCKS ] [ Moreau grabs a man, spins around ]
Moreau: You’ve got bigger problems than me inside that building.
Ressler: I’m only worried about you.
Moreau: [ CHUCKLES ] Maybe you should be worried about my hostage.
[ GUNSHOT 💥 SCREAMING ] [ The man GROANS, falls ]

♪ You must cut lean
You got to take the elevator

Ressler: Hang on. Hold on. Hold on.

♪ Super bon bon, super bon bon Too fat, fat, you must cut lean

Ressler: Hang on. Hang on.
[ Moreau escapes as Ressler assists the injured man ]

♪ Chump change, and it’s on, super bon bon
Super bon bon, super bon bon

 
[ Red, Ruddiger and Dembe arrive where Liz is waiting with the metal suitcase ]
Liz: [ To the police escort ] Your men need to vacate the premises.
Red: Funny, it’s all so much smaller than I’d imagined. A little tacky. Reminds me of that road trip we took.
Dembe: To Memphis.
Red: Yes, exactly, Graceland. I had the same reaction at Graceland. All rather unimpressive, actually. [ SNIFFS ] It smells kind of funny. How much time before this thing goes off?
Ruddiger: I don’t have a clue.
Red: Elizabeth, maybe we should find someone to get the man a drink.

 
[ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS ]
Ressler: Tell me about the perimeter.
Cooper: We’re working with NYPD to set a line from Midtown to the east and 59th down to 42nd to the south.
Ressler: Any sightings?
Aram: Not yet, but I’ve got NYPD analyzing footage of the area as we speak.
Cooper: Pull surveillance, find an image. I want Moreau’s face on every TV in the tri-state area.
Any news from Keen?
Ressler: I’m on my way to her now.

 
[ Gently, Ruddiger lays the metal suitcase on its side. He pours oil on the latches ]
Red: Ahh, honestly, the suspense.
Liz: [ WHISPERING ] Shh, quiet.
Red: [ SIGHS ] Do I really need to be here?
Ruddiger: [ WHISPERING ] Quiet.
[ Ruddiger prepares a syringe and begins to inject an acid into the locks ]
Red: Ugh, I hate needles.
[ Ruddiger takes a hammer out of his toolbox ]
Liz: Wait, wait, wait. What are you doing?
Red: [ LAUGHS nervously ]
Ruddiger: I’m going to smack the lock. I’m going to whack it to pieces and pray that opens the case without tripping the secondary in-line bypass switch.
Liz: You’re gonna pray?
Red: Okay, I really don’t need to stay for this part. All of the smacking and the whacking and–
[ Ruddiger INHALES SHARPLY ]
Liz: Are you okay?
Red: What is it?
[ Ruddiger SNEEZES ]
Red: Oh, okay. Ruddiger, if there’s nothing else I can do for you, I think I’ll go exploring.
Liz: Wait, wait. You’re gonna leave me here with him and the bomb?
Red: You can come to the U.N. any day of the week. For me, this is once-in-a-lifetime. The tug of history and all that. You should be fine.
Liz: Should be? [ DOOR OPENS ] That’s comforting. [ DOOR CLOSES ]

 
[ Sean Rowe’s ♪ “You Keep Coming Alive” plays ]

♪ Now my bed don’t weigh the same
Change my clothes and wash my name
Does the well go down that low?

[ Red and Dembe find the auditorium where the General Assembly meets ]
Red: [ LAUGHS ]

♪ Oh, my! Let me breathe, and I’ll let you go
Oh! I knelt down in desperation
I felt around for something real
There’s a radio station
Playing wrong in my ear

[ Red goes to the podium ]
Red: [ LAUGHS ]

♪ You keep coming alive, keep coming alive
Keep coming alive, keep coming alive

[ SWITCH CLICKS ]

♪ You keep coming alive, keep coming alive
Keep coming alive, keep coming alive

 
Red: Mr. Secretary General, Mr. President, distinguished members of the General Assembly [ LAUGHS ] I come before you on the 70th anniversary of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights –

♪ Now my bed don’t weigh the same

Red: – Humbled to be the latest in a long line of politically questionable, formerly dashing strong men to address this hallowed hall. Castro, Gaddafi, and my personal favorite –

♪ Where your cross and your flowers survive

[ Red takes off his shoe and pounds the podium with it ] [ THUMPING ]
Red: – [ CHUCKLES ] Ah, Nikita. You may have helped the Soviet Union lose the Cold War –

♪ I knelt down in desperation

Red: – But you did it in style. Today, I want to bring to your attention a topic of great interest to me –

♪ There’s a radio station

Red: And I believe to anyone who cares about this revered institution – Cary Grant, or, specifically, his acid trips. 🔘 [See Note]

♪ You keep coming alive, keep coming alive –

 
[ Ressler enters the room where Ruddiger and Liz are ]
Liz: Moreau?
Ressler: We lost him. NYPD’s blanketing the city as we speak.
Ruddiger: [ INHALES SHARPLY ]
Liz: What is it?
Ruddiger: The gel-cap housing is stuck. I don’t think I can remove it.
Ressler: Which means–
Ruddiger: I don’t know yet. Here, do me a favor. Hold this.
Ressler: Hold what?
Ruddiger: This white wire. And not the yellow one. Don’t touch that. Please. Steady hands, my friend.
⋘⋙
Red: Through five marriages, numerous lovers, allegedly both male and female, and over 70 films, including “North by Northwest,” arguably the greatest work ever produced here, he just kept right on tripping, and why not? Before LSD was weighed down by the counter-cultural baggage of Timothy Leary turning on, tuning in, and dropping out LSD was used to treat addiction, anxiety, and depression.
⋘⋙
[ Ruddiger cuts a wire ]
Ruddiger: [ GASPS ] [ EXHALES SHARPLY ]
⋘⋙

♪ Keep coming alive, keep coming alive
Keep coming alive, keep coming alive

Ruddiger: Oh, boy.
Ressler: What do you mean, “Oh, boy”?
Ruddiger: That means this is not a good thing.
[ Ruddiger takes a drink from a flask ]
⋘⋙
Red: Standing here in the heart of an institution dedicated to diplomacy, I can say, from personal experience, LSD has made me significantly more enlightened, kind, considerate, and loving, and if people are more kind and loving, then the world will be, too.
⋘⋙
Ressler: Honestly, do you have any idea what the hell you’re doing?
⋘⋙
Red: There will be less crime, fewer acts of terror, more joy, more diplomacy, and far more fun.
⋘⋙
Ruddiger: Ha, ha! Ha, ha! [ Drinks from flask ] Mm!
[ Ressler grabs the flasks and takes a drink himself ]
[ Liz runs out ]
⋘⋙
Red: Cary Grant once said after a particularly evocative LSD trip, “I imagined myself as a giant penis launching off from Earth – “like a spaceship.”
[ Liz walks in ]
Liz: We lost Moreau, but your weird little German friend did it. He defused the bomb.
Red: I’m not surprised. After all, he did build it.
Liz: We’ve notified NYPD. You got to get out of here before they arrive. [ Pause ] Does it – Bother you?
Red: What?
Liz: Knowing that a catastrophe at the United Nations was averted, that people’s lives were saved because of you. That you do – Good, that no one will ever know.
Red: Did you know that Cary Grant’s original name was Archibald Leach? That he was born into poverty, the son of an alcoholic father and a depressed mother, and then reinvented himself as the paragon of WASP virtue and charm? [ Looking up ] Good for you, Archie. I’m a great fan of reinvention.
Liz: Of keeping your true self hidden.
Red: Or of becoming your true self, even if you have to take on a new identity to achieve it. Care to join me and Dembe and Ruddiger at the Red Brau Tavern? Celebrate with a warm pretzel and a cold beer?
Liz: Whatever happened to tai chi and the spinach?
Red: [ SCOFFS ] After saving Manhattan, I feel I deserve a few carbs.
Liz: You go. I got to stay here and figure out how to explain this to EOD.

 
Lilly: [ On phone ] Second thoughts?
Liz: I just want to talk about our plan.
Lilly: What we’re doing is the right thing.
Liz: I know. I do. It’s just, um – Whoever he is, he does do a lot of good.
Lilly: The only thing that you just said that matters is “whoever he is.” That’s the point, we don’t know, and this is the only way we’re gonna find out.
Liz: But we do know who he is. Raymond Reddington. Not the real one, the reinvented one. The one who’s been Raymond Reddington for 30 years, longer than anyone else, and whatever we find out, it’s not gonna change that. This man, the one we know, is the concierge of crime. A very bad man capable of an incredible amount of good.
Lilly: Look, I get it. I mean, I mean, I, I don’t get it, but I accept it. He’s part of your life. He drops by unannounced. He’s like family. But being like family isn’t family. We have a plan, and if we stick to it, it’s gonna work, but I can’t do this without you. So what’s it gonna be?

 
[ Red, Dembe and Ruddiger walk through a park ]
Red: Max, we can fly you tonight, just as long as we are back in the hotel in time for the tennis. I don’t want to miss a moment of the women’s doubles, all right?
[ Max leaves ]
[ Red turns to pause at a pretzel stand ]
Red: [ To Dembe ] Go ahead. I’ll meet you inside.
Dembe: I’ll take mine salted.
Red: As if there was any other way.
Red: [To vendor ] Three salted, two with mustard.
Officer Baldwin: Excuse me, sir. Can I help you? You look lost.
Red: I am, metaphysically, but aren’t we all just a little?
Officer Baldwin: Let me see some ID.
Red: George Murphy, Senior VP at Fine and Clean. We sell shower curtains, curtain rods, liners, the occasional soap dish.
Officer Baldwin: What are you looking at?
Red: Is there a problem, Officer?
Officer Baldwin: Turn around. Hands on the cart. You don’t want me to do that. This is my good side. [ To comms ] 1085, officer needs assistance.
Red: Assistance with what? Deciding whether to go salted or unsalted?
Officer Baldwin: I’m not gonna ask you again.
Red: Fine, salted. Just don’t blame me for the aneurysm.
Officer Baldwin: Hands on the cart.
Red: Isn’t this exactly the kind of harassment that makes people hate the police?
[ Red complies, revealing his gun ]
Officer Baldwin: Are you carrying a weapon?
Red: And here I was hoping to surprise you.
Officer Baldwin: Mr. Murphy, tell me – What’s a curtain-rod salesman doing carrying a loaded handgun?
[ Another Officer comes up ]
Second Officer: Curtain-rod salesman?
Red: Shower curtains, mildew-resistant fabrics.
Second Officer: Baldwin, do you have any idea who this guy is?
Officer Baldwin: I know he’s a wiseass.
Second Officer: Wiseass? That’s who you think? This is the most wanted man in America.
[ HANDCUFFS CLICKING ] [ Dembe has been watching from a distance ]

 
Liz: Aram, what is it?
Aram: [ On phone ] He’s been arrested.
Ressler: That’s great news.
Aram: Great? Why would you say that?
Ressler: The guy’s a killer.
Aram: I know, but, look. I know theoretically that I should be happy that someone who’s done what he’s done has finally been caught, but I’m not. I’m sad.
Liz: Sad, about Moreau?
Aram: Moreau?
Ressler: You just said he was arrested.
Aram: No. We haven’t found Moreau. We’re still working on that.
Liz: Well, then who are you talking about?
Aram: Mr. Reddington. Mr. Reddington is the one that’s been arrested.
Liz: What? When?
Aram: Less than an hour ago, he was, uh, buying a pretzel. 30 years on the run, and a beat cop picks him up at a pretzel cart.
Ressler: Where is he now?
Aram: NYPD is holding him at the 27th.
Liz: [ STAMMERING ] Well, we have to go get him out.
Ressler: Police precinct, the most wanted man in America? There’s no getting him out.
Liz: Of course we can. We~ We, the government. We have an agreement.
Ressler: Keen, he’s in the system now.
Liz: Does Cooper know?
Aram: He’s in with Panabaker.
Ressler: She’s not gonna do anything.
Liz: Is that what you know or what you want?
Aram: No one wants that.
Liz: For Reddington to get arrested so we don’t have to work with him anymore?
Ressler: Go ahead, Keen, say it. I know it’s what you’re thinking.
Aram: Thinking what?
Ressler: That I called it in. Reddington’s whereabouts, that they arrested him because of me.
Aram: That’s crazy. None of us would betray Mr. Reddington like that.
Liz: I don’t believe you did it, but I do believe you’re relieved it happened.
Ressler: Keen, all I do know is that it’s over, and nothing Cooper says is gonna change that.

 
Cooper: You can’t just walk away.
Panabaker: Actually, Harold, I can’t do anything else.
Cooper: You know the good this Task Force has done.
Panabaker: Yes, I do, and the bad.
Cooper: We knew this was a possibility when we made his deal.
Panabaker: Which is why the government lawyers who papered it were very clear about what our position would be if it did. In the event of Reddington’s arrest, we disavow.
Cooper: We papered it five years ago. Since that time, thanks to Reddington’s blacklist, this Bureau has killed or captured over 100 high-value targets and saved a tremendous number of lives in the process.
Panabaker: Harold, I like you, and I admire the way you have milked this mad cow, but you knew from Day One that the government would never publicly acknowledge having an immunity agreement with the number-one man on its most-wanted list.
Cooper: I’m not asking you to go public. He was arrested in New York. If you inform the US
Attorney of the Southern District–
Panabaker: The publicity hound who wants to run for governor and, God forbid, president? You have any idea how long she’d sit on that Intel? We’d be in turtle mode for a month of Sundays.
Cooper: There must be something you can do.
Panabaker: There is, and we are very good at it. Absolutely nothing.
Cooper: Cynthia, I know that the Task Force has crossed lines. I know that there has been collateral damage, that Reddington is a criminal who someday must answer for what he has done, but that day is not today. Today, because of Reddington, we stopped a terrorist from bombing the UN. You disavow, and, tomorrow, we may not be so lucky.
Panabaker: And that would be a tragedy, but there is nothing I can do about it.

 
[ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS IN DISTANCE ]
[ Mug shots, CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS ]
Officer Baldwin: One driver’s license, one watch, Rolex. $2,000 in cash, no wallet, no credit card, no keys, no phone. You travel light.
Red: Trick of the trade.
Baldwin: The soap dish trade.
Red: You know what you fellas always say, that phrase? “We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”
Baldwin: Well, that’s up to you, isn’t it?
Red: Actually, it’s entirely up to you. One way or the other, I’ll be set free. Indictments and trials are obviously the hard way. The easy way is for you and your family to suddenly become grotesquely rich, buy one of those offensive mega-yachts, and travel the oceans like a nouveau Jacques Cousteau.
Baldwin: Is that a bribe?
Red: A statement of fact. You simply haven’t lived until you’ve skinny dipped in the clear blue waters off the coast of La Ciotat.
Baldwin: The ADA is gonna want a statement.
[ Baldwin slides a pen and pad across the table to Red. Red writes something on if and slides it back ]
Baldwin: Hmm. A phone number.
Red: A pot of gold waiting at the end of the rainbow for anyone smart enough to make the call.
Baldwin: Let’s try that again.
[ He slides the pad to Red. Red writes on it and slides it back ]
[ Red has written: Officer Baldwin, Get well soon. (Signature illegible) ]
Baldwin: What’s this?
Red: My autograph, and a short dedication. Something to make it personal. If you insist on being a flatfoot for the rest of your life, you should sell it on eBay, buy some orthotics.

 
[ KEYS JANGLING, DOOR UNLOCKS ]
Red: Ah.
US Attorney Holt: We’ll take it from here.
Officer Baldwin: Who’s “we”?
Holt: The prisoner is now in the custody of the federal government.
Baldwin: I made the arrest. You’re just gonna take my collar away from me.
Holt: He’s facing multiple outstanding federal indictments. That puts us at the head of the line. You’re a hero, Officer Baldwin. I’ll be sure to mention your name at the press conference.
Red: Would’ve been a nice boat.
[ DOOR SLIDES SHUT ]
Holt: Let me be clear. You will never be free again. You’ll be tried, convicted, held in a federal prison until we execute you.
Red: As pleasant as that sounds, I’m afraid I’ve made other arrangements.
Holt: This is gonna be fun.
Red: Winning always is.

 
Cooper: Miss Holt. Harold Cooper.
Holt: Hi.
Cooper: Thank you for coming.
Holt: Sure. When you asked me to come to your office to talk about Reddington, I assumed you meant the Hoover building. What is this place?
Cooper: A blacksite facility for the Reddington Task Force.
Holt: This is where you’ve been hunting him from?
Cooper: That’s what I wanted to talk with you about. We haven’t been hunting Reddington We’ve been working with him.
Holt: Say that again.
Cooper: Several years ago, the government entered into an immunity agreement with Reddington. Now that he’s been arrested, I’ve been instructed to keep that agreement secret, but I thought you should know.
Holt: Has the agreement born fruit?
Cooper: A cornucopia.
Holt: You want to keep it in place.
Cooper: Yes, and I think you’ll want to, as well, after you understand just how many cases–
Holt: Will he be an effective C.I. from prison?
Cooper: No.
Holt: You want me to kick him.
Cooper: I want you to know all the facts. I want you to–
Holt: I came here assuming that you were going to help prosecute Reddington. Instead, you want me to conspire with you to let him go.
Cooper: Once you go public, all this goes away.
Holt: Mr. Cooper, I can protect the Bureau’s relationship with Mr Reddington for now, but the most wanted man in America, maybe the world, has been arrested in New York City, and I will prosecute him to the fullest extent of the law, immunity agreement or not.
Cooper: So the rumors are true. You are running for governor.

 
[ REPORTERS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY ] [ CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING ]
US Attorney Holt: Good evening. Today, I can report to the American people and to the world that earlier this afternoon, Officer Michael Baldwin of the New York City Police Department arrested international fugitive and traitor to the United States – Mr. Raymond Reddington.
[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING CONTINUES ]
Holt: As of this moment, I cannot speak to the details of his arrest, but I can tell you this, in the coming days and weeks, my office will be exploring all options regarding charges and sentencing against Mr. Reddington. And to the victims of his crimes, I want you to know that this case is my top priority, and I will not rest until Mr. Reddington is held to account for all the pain and suffering he has inflicted on too many for too long.

 
Liz: [ To Guard ] Can we have a minute? He’s my father.
[ Liz sits by Red ]
Liz: They won’t acknowledge the agreement.
Red: I need you to focus.
Liz: They’re not gonna release you.
Red: Focus on what happened.
Liz: They’re gonna put you on trial.
Red: How it happened.
Liz: How?
Red: This wasn’t an accident. My luck didn’t just run out. Someone tipped them. Someone close.
Liz: What makes you think that?
Red: The cops were tipped off. Not specifically about me. That would’ve triggered a larger presence, and I would’ve noticed. Whoever did this told the cops as little as possible. Something about a middle-aged white male carrying a concealed weapon, something a couple of cops could follow up on quietly, discreetly.
Liz: Do you have any idea who it was?
Red: That’s what I need your help to find out. Forget about the prosecutor and all this. I’ve been a step ahead of them for decades. I’m confident this won’t change that.
Liz: How can you say that?
Red: I need to find the person who betrayed me.
Liz: So you can kill him?
[ Vision Vision’s ♪ “Hard Times” plays ]

♪ I see hard times coming

Red: I’d say that depends.

♪ I feel the flood in my veins
I hear a warning in the thunder
I got a sinking in my chest
These thoughts keep running, running, running, running
These thoughts keep running, running, running, running
I see hard times coming
Ohhhh Ohhhh Ohhhh

 
[ Red is led in chains to a transport van ]
[ SIRENS WAILING ] [ A police escort transports him from jail to a prison ]

♪ Ohhhh Ohhhh Ohhhh
I see blood in the river
As the current pulls me down
I slowly fade into the darkness

 
Jennifer: I know you were having second thoughts.

♪ And I scream without a sound

Jennifer: It was the right thing to do.

♪ These thoughts keep running, running, running, running

Jennifer: What’s the biggest obstacle standing between us and finding out who he really is? It was him. He deleted his file. He dropped by unannounced. I had to hide in the closet to keep him from seeing me. As long as he’s free, we’re never gonna find out the truth.

♪ Ohhhh Ohhhh

Jennifer: Personally, I think it’s cause for celebration.

♪ Ohhhh Ohhhh Ohhhh

Liz: He asked me to find out who tipped off the police. It’s all that matters to him. Not that he’s been arrested or –

♪ With all these worries taking over

Liz: That he’s gonna be put on trial –

♪ It’s getting harder and harder to breathe

Liz: [ VOICE BREAKING ] And face the death penalty.

♪ I see hard times coming

Liz: All he cares about is finding out who betrayed him.

♪ I see hard times coming
I see hard times coming
Ohhhh Ohhhh Ohhhh

Liz: I can’t imagine what he’ll do–

♪ I see hard times coming

Liz: –If he ever finds out that it was me.

♪ Ohhhh Ohhhh Ohhhh

 
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Episode Songs

 

♫ I Am The Fly
By Wire

♪ Crawling
Over your window you think I’m confused
I’m waiting for the divergent wasp
To complete my current ruse
You use a plate-glass screen
To protect my chosen target
But there’s an air-pellet hole
I can crawl through to you
I am the fly in the ointment
I can spread more disease
Than the fleas which nibble away
At your window display
Yes, I am the fly in the ointment
I shake you down to say please
As you accept the next dose of disease

♪ I am the fly, I am the fly, I am the fly, I am the fly
Fly in the, fly in the ointment
I am the fly, I am the fly, I am the fly, I am the fly
Fly in the, fly in the ointment

♪ I am the fly, I am the fly, I am the fly, I am the fly
Fly in the, fly in the ointment
Yes, I am the fly, I am the fly, I am the fly, I am the fly
Fly in the, fly in the ointment

♪ I am the fly, I am the fly, I am the fly, I am the fly
Fly in the, fly in the ointment
Yes, I am the fly, I am the fly, I am the fly, I am the fly
Fly in the, fly in the ointment

♪ I am the fly

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2RyhZQP
YouTube: https://youtu.be/TiufXM6Rcis

 

♫ Super Bon Bon
By Soul Coughing

♪ Move aside
And let the man go through
Let the man go through
Move aside
And let the man go through
Let the man go through
Move aside
And let the man go through
Let the man go through
Move aside
And let the man go through
Let the man go through through

♪ If I stole
Somebody else’s wave
To fly up
If I rose up
With the avenue behind me

♪ Some kind of verb
Some kind of moving thing
Something unseen
Some hand is motioning
To rise, to rise, to rise

[♪ Chorus]
Too fat, fat you must cut lean
You got to take the elevator to the mezzanine
Chump, change, and it’s on, super bon bon
Super bon bon, Super bon bon

[♪ Chorus]
Too fat, fat you must cut lean
You got to take the elevator to the mezzanine
Chump, change, and it’s on, super bon bon
Super bon bon, Super bon bon

♪ And by
The phone
I live
In fear
Sheer Chance
Will draw
You in
To here

[♪ Chorus]
Too fat, fat you must cut lean
You got to take the elevator to the mezzanine
Chump, change, and it’s on, super bon bon
Super bon bon, Super bon bon

[♪ Chorus]
Too fat, fat you must cut lean
You got to take the elevator to the mezzanine
Chump, change, and it’s on, super bon bon
Super bon bon, Super bon bon

♪ Super bon bon, super bon bon
Super bon bon, super bon bon
Super bon bon, super bon bon
Super bon bon bon bon

(Solo)

♪ Move up
And let the man go
Let the man go
Move up
And let the man go
Let the man go
Move up
And let the man go
Let the man go
Move up
And let the man go
Let the man go through

♪ Move aside
And let the man go through
Let the man go through
Move aside
And let the man go through
Let the man go through
Move aside
And let the man go through
Let the man go through
Move aside
And let the man go through
Let the man go through

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2SGtGCu
YouTube: https://youtu.be/TRqP52c0OLU

 

♫ You Keep Coming Alive
By Sean Rowe

♪ Now my bed don’t weigh the same
I take my clothes and wash my name
There’s a [?] down in [?]
Let me breathe and I’ll let you go

♪ I melt down in desperation
I felt around for something real
There’s a radio station
I’m playing wrong in my ears

♪ You keep coming alive
You keep coming alive

♪ Now my bed don’t weigh the same
I take my clothes and wash my name
I went down to Allendale Drive
Where your cross and your flowers survive

♪ I melt down in desperation
I felt around for something real
There’s a radio station
I’m playing wrong in my ears

♪ You keep coming alive
You keep coming alive

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2CTl1XL
YouTube: https://youtu.be/2X0bVx9sGe0

 

♫ Hard Times (feat. Congratulationz)
By Vision Vision

♪ (unavailable as of 1/8/2019)

Lyrics and Credits: [unavailable]
YouTube: https://youtu.be/TOQ7FioIEuo

 
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🔴 Script 6:3 The Pharmacist (№ 124)

 
Program air date: 1/11/2019 in the US
Script Permalink: https://wp.me/pDKwi-8Wq
Entertainment Weekly Recap: http://bit.ly/2REyQBN
 

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Director: Daniel Willis
Written by: Lukas Reiter

 

 

⭕ Script 6:3 The Pharmacist (№ 124)

 

Brief (Where we’re at): Red is under arrest! Not by the federal government with which he has an immunity agreement, but by the aggressive Southern District of New York. The fact he just revealed and foiled an attempt to bomb the United Nations looks to hold no sway there. Nor have Cooper’s attempts to get Panabaker to step in, or to get the US Attorney for the SDNY to stand down.

Worse, the tip as to Red’s whereabouts came from an unlikely source – Liz. Lilly has convinced Liz that this is the only way they will ever be able to find out who Red really is – this man who assumed the identity of their father, Raymond Reddington, 30 years ago. But Liz now has grave doubts when she considers all the good Red has been capable of and all the lives he has saved. Red’s preoccupation is only with finding out who betrayed him, a task for which he turns for help to – (wait for it:) Liz.

 
[ GRAVEL SCRAPING ] [ A man shuffles slowly and unsteadily toward a large warehouse ]
[ Caught A Ghost’s ♪ “Footsteps” plays ]
[ A small wooden window opens in the door ]
Man: Name?
Walter Pruitt: [ BREATHLESSLY ] Walter Pruitt.
[ His name is crossed off a list of five names ]

♪ Get out the door
And smell the sulfur hanging in the air

Man: Name?
Margaret Hopkins: [ SHAKILY ] Margaret Hopkins.
[ Her name is also crossed off ]

♪ Get out to work
Turning the page as if there’s nothing there
I often wonder –

Man: Name?
Dan: [ Shaking and stuttering ] D-D-Dan –
[ The name Daniel Lloyd is crossed off ]

♪ If I ever felt another way
I’ve never known another life
There goes another day
Vaguely revolutionary songs and incantations

 
[ DOOR CLOSES ]
[ Patients are on gurneys hooked to monitoring equipment. They are arranged in a circle inside a large vinyl enclosure ]

♪ Fighting battles from the basement
You slept through the alarm

[ Spalding Stark leans on a cane and speaks with a shaky voice ]
Spalding Stark: Thank you all for coming.

♪ Afraid we got complacent

Stark: I know it wasn’t easy to get here –

♪ Micro-managing behaviors

Stark: – in your current condition.

♪ Painting shades of gray

Stark: On the bright side, you won’t be in your current condition for much longer.

♪ When darkness had an army

Stark: To be clear, the procedure that we suggest today has not been approved by the FDA. In fact, you’ll each have to inject yourselves. It’s a crime for us to do it for you. We ask that you administer the treatment at the same time.
[ INJECTORS FIRING ]

♪ They told you you could have everything
If you just believe
They gave you all the information –

[ MARGARET LAUGHING ]

♪ You could ever need
You often wonder if the choice –

Margaret: Oh! Oh!

♪ Is even yours to make

[ LAUGHTER ]

♪ You hear it happens
If you get down on your knees and beg

[ LAUGHING CONTINUES, MONITOR BEEPING RAPIDLY ]
Assistant: He’s seizing.
[ RAPID BEEPING CONTINUES ] [ MEN GROANING ] [ FLATLINING ] [ GROANING CONTINUES ] [ PADDLES WHINING ] [ THUMP ] [ FLATLINING ] [ FLATLINING CONTINUES ]

 
[ DOOR SLIDES SHUT ] [ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS IN DISTANCE ] [ Liz speaks to Red in his pre-trial detention cell ]
Liz: Cooper talked to the Attorney General this morning. Officially, your Immunity Agreement never existed.
Red: They won’t let me see Marvin Gerard.
Liz: I’m sure there are other lawyers.
Red: I’m being denied my counsel of choice.
Liz: A public defender’s been assigned for the arraignment. Did you hear what I said? Cooper’s been ordered not to inform the court about the Task Force. They’re going to prosecute you.
Red: Of course they are. They’re political animals. In the short run, justice always loses to politics.
Liz: Aren’t you worried? You’ve been indicted for at least half a dozen capital offenses.
Red: I’m confident I’ll prevail. I want to talk about the news. The Marshals have been watching all morning.
Liz: Yeah, you’ve been the top story on every channel.
Red: I’m not talking about me. There was a story about bodies found in a Virginia warehouse.
Liz: I saw that. Some kind of underground medical experiment?
Red: What if I told you I knew who conducted that experiment? His name is Dr. Spalding Stark, and he’s the next name on the Blacklist.
Liz: You’re facing the death penalty, and you’re giving us a case?
⋘⋙
[ Spalding Stark speaks with a patient ]
Stark: Rigidity. Bradykinesis. Yes. I’m certain our treatment can help.
⋘⋙
Red: Dr Stark presents as as renegade, a biohacker, devoutly dedicated to enhancing human life by hacking our genetics.
Liz: What do you mean he “presents” that way?
Red: He approached a company of mine about a year ago, asked for help acquiring some advanced gene-editing equipment. I must say, he was very convincing.
⋘⋙
Ames: [ SHAKILY ] It’s just so expensive.
Stark: I know. I’m sorry. But we’re doing this on our own, without the R&D budget of a big pharmaceutical powerhouse.
⋘⋙
Red: Some of our most revolutionary scientific achievements come from minds outside the mainstream. I helped him because I thought – he was quite possibly a visionary.
Liz: And now?
Red: And now there are five dead bodies in a warehouse suggesting otherwise. Now I fear Stark may be the worst kind of charlatan, the kind who preys on the weakest among us for his own financial gain.
⋘⋙
Ames: My- My daughter’s pregnant. I want to see my grandchild. [ BREATHING SHAKILY ] I can get you the money.
Stark: Hm.

 
[ Courthouse ] [ DOOR CREAKS ]
Court Clerk: All rise! United States versus Raymond Reddington. C-R 18-3656. Magistrate Judge Roberta Wilkins now presiding.
Sima: Morning, Your Honor. Assistant US Attorney Michael Sima – for the United States.
Lonnergan: Jerome Lonnergan from the Office of the Federal Public Defender for the accused.
Uh, waive reading of the rights and charges, – but not the rights thereunder.
Judge Wilkins: So waived.
Sima: Your Honor, given the defendant’s history, the government asks that he be remanded.
Judge Wilkins: Yeah, I’m gonna calendar this for a month from today.
Lonnergan: A month from today would be just perfect, Your Honor. Thank you.
Red: Y-Your Honor, may I be heard?
Judge Wilkins: I don’t recommend it, Mr. Reddington. You have an attorney. I strongly suggest you let him do the talking.
Red: And I would, Your Honor, no question, but given how quickly things are proceeding, I get the distinct impression that Jerry here has a bus to catch.
Judge Wilkins: I’m sorry. Are we moving too fast for you, Mr. Reddington?
Red: [ CHUCKLES ] I’m just saying there are important matters to discuss.
Judge Wilkins: Such as?
Red: Well, for starters, Your Honor hasn’t really considered the issue of bail.
Judge Wilkins: Sir, you have been a federal fugitive for nearly three decades, the FBI’s Number One Most Wanted. You are the textbook definition of a flight risk and a danger to the community.
Now, let me be clear – even if you were prepared to submit every last dollar in circulation on the planet, I still wouldn’t grant you bail, ever.
Red: Okay. I, for one, feel better knowing it was considered.
Judge Wilkins: Anything else?
Red: I’m afraid so. May we approach?
Judge Wilkins: Carefully.
Red: You hang here, Jerry. This will only take a sec.
Judge Wilkins: Look at my face, Mr. Reddington. I’m not amused.
Red: And I assure you, neither am I. But the fact remains the prosecution has intentionally failed to inform the court of a critical factor in this case.
Judge Wilkins: And that is?
Red: My Immunity Agreement with the federal government, an agreement that expressly covers the charges before you and protects me from overzealous beavers like Mr. Sima and his bosses.
Judge Wilkins: Good Lord. You’re a confidential informant. Mr. Sima?
Sima: I-If If there’s an agreement, I haven’t seen any evidence to prove it.
Judge Wilkins: That’s hardly a denial. Mr. Reddington, is there anything you can offer this court to support the existence of an Immunity Agreement?
Red: Assistant Director Harold Cooper of the FBI is here. He may be able to shed some light on the matter.
Judge Wilkins: Assistant Director Cooper, step up, please. Sir. Mr. Cooper, I’m going to ask you this once and only once. To your knowledge, is there currently an Immunity Agreement in place with this defendant? Yes or no?
Cooper: Yes.
Judge Wilkins: Chambers, all of you, now!
[ GAVEL POUNDS ]

 
[ DOOR CREAKS LIGHTLY ]
Judge Wilkins: [ SIGHS ] You. Talk.
[ DOOR CLOSES ]
Cooper: I run a task force. Officially, it doesn’t exist. Its purpose is to arrest high-priority targets using intelligence obtained from Mr. Reddington.
Judge Wilkins: So, Main Justice made a deal with the devil himself?
Red: [ LAUGHS ] Shouldn’t judges at least pretend to be impartial?
Sima: Your Honor, as I said, if such a deal exists–
Red: Oh, it exists. Harold and I have been at this for over five years now. Of course, some of the people who originally approved it are either dead or have moved on, leaving Director Cooper to deal with the cover-their-asses crowd, who, by the way, are perfectly happy to milk this cow all the way to the slaughterhouse. I’m sure the first question they asked in response to my arrest was whether I could still continue to be an effective asset while locked up in jail – am I right, Harold?
Judge Wilkins: Mr. Cooper, you tell your superiors at Main Justice that I just ordered a hearing on the scope of the agreement, and I want a copy of it on my desk today. I can’t rule on a contract I haven’t seen. Understood? Good. We’ll reconvene in the morning. Mr. Reddington, you have an attorney sitting out there who has no idea what he’s gotten into. I suggest you fill him in.
Red: Actually, I don’t think that’ll be necessary.
Judge Wilkins: Why is that?
Red: Because after careful consideration of the circumstances, I feel it more prudent to represent myself.

 
[ Aram is at the Post Office talking to Samar and Ressler in their vehicle ]
Aram: His name is Spalding Stark. This guy is, like, a total icon in the biohacking community.
Samar: There are icons in the biohacking community?
Aram: Oh, yeah. I’ve been reading about this guy for years. I saw a live stream in 2009 where he injected himself with a homemade malaria vaccine.
Ressler: Why would he do that?
Aram: To prove that it was safe. The FDA wouldn’t authorize human trials without a ton of red tape. So – get this – the plan was to inject himself with the vaccine, then let an infected Anopheles mosquito bite him – live.
Samar: And it worked?
Aram: No. He suffered a catastrophic hyper-immune response. Paralyzed half his face along with his left arm and leg.
Ressler: And that makes him an icon?
Aram: Yeah. He put his body on the line to to improve the human condition.
Samar: Well, he didn’t stop there. If Reddington’s right, he just killed five of his patients.
Ressler: You really think that’s why he gave us this case?
Aram: Meaning you don’t?
Ressler: He’s in federal prison about to start the legal fight of his life. I don’t know why this guy’s a priority, but I guarantee we’re not getting the whole story.

 
[ Culpepper County VA ]
[ RADIO CHATTER ] [ VEHICLE DOORS OPEN ] [ VEHICLE DOORS CLOSE ]
Ressler: Officer Flynn? Agents Ressler and Navabi.
Officer Flynn: Captain said you’d be coming down.
Ressler: Bodies still inside?
Flynn: Yes, sir. And we also kept the building owner on site, just like you asked.
Ressler: Excuse me, Warren Kirby? We understand you’re the one who called 911?
Warren Kirby: Yeah. Yes, sir. Sorry, still a little shaken up by what I saw in there.
Samar: What can you tell us about what happened?
Kirby: [ SIGHS ] Not much. I mean, I-I don’t really know. I own the building. It’s a storage space. Generally, I rent it out month-to-month.
Ressler: So it was rented?
Kirby: Several days ago by a guy named Stark. I never met him. Just called the office and booked it. Said he wanted to store medical equipment. I came by this morning to check on things, make sure everything got loaded in okay, and [ SIGHS ] nobody was here. The front door was unlocked. I went in, and that’s when I saw the bubble and the bodies.

 
[ Inside the storage facility ]
Ressler: Dr. Maguire. What have we got?
Dr. Maguire: Well, we still have to I.D. two of the bodies, but the others were suffering from end stages of MCDD. It’s, uh, Motor Cortex Degenerative Disease.
Ressler: So these people were already dying.
Dr. Maguire: Yes, but the question is, what were they injected with, and why’d they all die so fast?

 
[ Spalding Stark’s office ]
Stark: You’re all set, Mr. Ames. We received your wire transfer. Our preliminary exams all indicate that you’re an excellent candidate for my new treatment.
Ames: How does it work exactly?
Stark: Your disease is caused by multiple chromosomal defects. I identified them and created a viral payload that has all of the genetic material [ CLEARS THROAT ] in its corrected order.
[ Stark’s assistant, Dr Ethan Webb, beckons to Stark ]
Stark: [ To Ames ] Excuse me.
[ They step aside ]
Stark: [ WHISPERING ] What?
Dr Ethan Webb: [ WHISPERING ] Look, I know you want to continue, but after–
Stark: I’m not stopping. Last time was my mistake. I pushed too far. We can make adjustments.

 
[ At the storage facility ]
Dr McGuire: Ohh! Looks like somebody forgot something. Looks like part of a jet injector. The force of his weight must have broken it apart.
Samar: Is that how Stark administered the medication?
Dr McGuire: Yes, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen one quite like this. It’s custom. It’s very sci-fi.
Samar: I can show it to Aram, see if he knows someone who can help figure out where it came from.
Ressler: I’ll reach out to an expert on MCDD. We really need to know what we’re dealing with here.

 
[ Cooper’s office ] [ DOOR OPENS ]
Liz: Are you really gonna give her a copy of the agreement?
Cooper: Judge Wilkins is waiting. I’m not sure I have much choice.
Liz: Don’t.
Cooper: If I don’t, Reddington goes to prison. Maybe worse. And this is just step one. I have to testify tomorrow, convince the court he’s worth saving.
Liz: He used you. Your decency. He knew you wouldn’t lie about the Immunity Agreement. He knew you’d rather violate a direct order and damage your own career instead.
Cooper: Liz, the Reddington deal exists. The kind of government willing to pretend it doesn’t, to deny facts and make reality whatever it says is reality I rejected, and I won’t be part of it. I’m just going to tell the truth.
[ DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS ] [ DOOR OPENS, CLOSES ]

 
[ Crown Life Pharmaceuticals ]
CEO Pascal: Parkinson’s, Alzheimer’s, ALS, lymphoma, rheumatoid arthritis you name it. Chances are, we have a substantial market share of the drugs sold to treat it.
Ressler: And that includes Motor Cortex Degenerative Disease.
Pascal: Crown Life’s the leading manufacturer of Sensiprex, what most neurologists would call state-of-the-art when it comes to MCDD treatment.
Ressler: So it’s effective?
Pascal: To a degree. Nobody’s discovered a cure yet. All we can do is manage the symptoms.
Ressler: I’m sorry, but have you ever heard of a biohacker named Spalding Stark?
Pascal: Don’t think so. Why?
Ressler: We think he’s out there, telling end-stage MCDD patients he’d made some kind of a breakthrough.
Pascal: Patients get desperate. They’re willing to believe anything. You got no idea how many crazy characters are trying to push the envelope.

 
[ HORN HONKS IN DISTANCE ] [ Samar and Aram climb the steps to a residence ]
Samar: So, who is this guy again?
[ DOORBELL BUZZES ]
Aram: Uh, just a friend. We trade ideas sometimes online. Oh, um don’t stare at his head. He hates that.
[ DOOR OPENS ]
Biohacker: Buddy, you made it! Come on in. We just ordered hot wings.
Aram: Oh, no way. Um, this is, uh, Samar. Uh, Agent Navabi.
Biohacker: She’s staring at my head. I hate that.
Samar: I’m sorry. You have a–
Biohacker: NFC chip in my forehead, yeah. And two more in my hands. Turns on my lights, computers, and has my credit-card info.
Aram: So, what are you guys working on?
Biohacker: Uh, Gruber’s still trying to edit his own DNA, increase his muscle tone. It’s a work in progress. Uh, these two guys are using CRISPR, playing around with a viral attack for leukemia. Also we got, like, 20 minutes before “American Ninja Warrior.”
⋘⋙
CEO Pascal: We’re in a new stage of research. It’s not just Big Pharma and top academics anymore. Amateurs are cloning DNA, editing genomes. Teenagers are getting centrifuges for Christmas. Got labs in their bedrooms. It’s terrifying.
⋘⋙
Biohacker: Damn right Big Pharma’s terrified. They should be. We’re the cutting edge now, and they know it.
⋘⋙
Pascal: They think they’re cutting edge, but there’s no oversight and no regulation.
⋘⋙
Biohacker: Regulation? What about innovation? How many brilliant minds have been stifled by the FDA’s onerous requirements? We are the future. I mean, maybe not anyone in this room, but you get the idea. [ Offers some hot wings ] Here. Help yourself.
Aram: Sweet. Um, actually, uh– we gotta run. I, uh I just came by to, uh, see if you had anything for us on that broken injector gun. You got that photo I sent, right?
Biohacker: Yeah, it’s a pretty distinctive model. I-I think I know who sells it. A company called NexHack. Um. [ THUMPS LIGHTLY ] [ BEEPING ] – [ KEYS CLACKING ] – Yeah, here we go.
It’s fairly new. These are the founders and the guys who funded development.
Samar: Oh, my God. That’s Warren Kirby.
Aram: Who?
Samar: He’s the owner of the storage facility. He found the victims and called 911. He lied to us.

 
Judge Wilkins: For the record, I have reviewed the Immunity Agreement. The courtroom has now been cleared to protect the defendant’s role as the confidential informant. This hearing is sealed in accordance with the Classified Evidence Protection Act. Mr. Reddington has called Assistant Director Harold Cooper to the stand. The witness has been sworn in. Mr. Reddington, I’m ready if you are.
Red: Thank you. Hello, Harold. Thank you, by the way.
Cooper: For what?
Red: Being honest. I regret I had to rely upon your integrity just to get this hearing. I wish there’d been an easier way.
Asst US Attorney Sima: Objection.
Red: I haven’t even asked anything yet.
Judge Wilkins: Something tells me that’s the objection. Do you have a question for Director Cooper?
Red: Just one, Your Honor, and it’s this. Would you do it again?
Cooper: Excuse me?
Red: The deal we made – my cooperation in exchange for my freedom. As the man who oversaw the arrangement in all its grand and often gory detail, would you do it again?
Cooper: Yes.
Red: Why? Sorry, I had two questions.
Cooper: Because it saved lives. I don’t know how many since we started. Maybe thousands.
Sima: Objection! Move to strike.
Red: Oh, for goodness sake.
Sima: Your Honor, I fail to see how this witness’s subjective assessment of the agreement has any relevance to its scope as a matter of law.
Judge Wilkins: Overruled.
Red: Objection.
Judge Wilkins: On what grounds? I just ruled in your favor.
Red: Your Honor, I object to almost everything about him, beginning with his power tie – and ending with his general demeanor.
Judge Wilkins: Enough.
Sima: Objection.
Judge Wilkins: Mr. Reddington, if you are going to insist on representing yourself, you will conform yourself to the rules of the court.
Sima: Thank you, Your Honor.
Judge Wilkins: Same goes for you, Counsel. Let the witness speak.
Cooper: We made this deal for one reason – so you could help us find those criminals we never knew existed. And you’ve done that. Violent people, evil people are dead or in prison because of you. In some cases, we recovered dangerous weapons or avoided catastrophic outbreaks.
Sima: Your Honor–
Cooper: Let me finish! A few years ago, we learned some of those criminals were inside our own government – the Attorney General, a National Security Advisor, the very people our country depends on to maintain law and order. To be clear, none of that would have happened without Mr. Reddington. So, would I do it again? You’re damn right I would.
Red: Nothing further, Your Honor.

 
Ressler: You lied to us, Mr. Kirby. You said you never knew Mr. Stark.
Kirby: That’s the truth.
Samar: So, it’s a coincidence that Stark was using a jet injector made by a company that you’re invested in?
Kirby: Okay, look. M-Maybe I do know him. But I swear, I wasn’t there when–
Ressler: If you were working with him, conning those people out of their money, you’re an accomplice, and that means you’re gonna be charged with five counts of murder.
Kirby: No, no, no, no. You don’t understand. I wasn’t in this for money. This was personal. I was diagnosed with MCDD almost 11 years ago. Stark was my pharmacist at Greene Drugs, and I used to see him when I’d go in to get my meds. He could see I was getting worse. My body wasn’t responding to the existing treatments anymore. One day, he asked if I might be open to a more experimental approach.
Samar: You’re saying that Stark’s treatment cured you?
Kirby: He came to me a few weeks ago. Asked me to lend him my warehouse so he could expand his work. When I went to the warehouse and saw what happened – Stark was already gone. [ SIGHS ] I didn’t know what to do. I’m telling you, Spalding Stark isn’t a con man. He documented my case. I have copies of the files. I can show you. He’s the only reason I’m alive.

 
Sima: You are aware that the defendant has been indicted on multiple counts of treason?
Cooper: I am.
Sima: For selling this nation’s most highly-classified secrets, – for betraying our country?
Cooper: Yes.
Sima: You’re aware that, for almost 30 years, he’s maintained a vast criminal empire – that the charges against him as the – [ PAPERS RUSTLE ] so-called “Concierge of Crime” are so extensive and so heinous, they occupy a unique place in our country’s history?
Cooper: I’m aware of the allegations.
Sima: I’m sorry. Allegations? Is it your position that the defendant is innocent?
Cooper: Until proven guilty. Or is it your position that I should ignore the Constitution?
Sima: My position, sir, is that some people are irredeemable, that a deal granting immunity to a man like Reddington is beneath the dignity of a country that prides itself on the rule of law.
Red: Objection. He’s arguing with the man, and, frankly, being incredibly self-righteous.
Judge Wilkins: Sustained the first part, the arguing. Move on, Counsel.
Sima: [ To Cooper ] Sir, is there no one you wouldn’t make a deal with? If not this defendant, is anyone too offensive to be given a free pass by your standards?
Red: Well, now he’s just being insulting.
Judge Wilkins: I said move on, Counsel.
Cooper: To be clear, nobody gave Mr. Reddington a free pass. He has to earn his freedom. There are rules he has to abide by.
Judge Wilkins: I see. And does he abide by them?
Cooper: Yes.
Judge Wilkins: Really? So, to your knowledge, he hasn’t committed any crimes since becoming your informant.
Cooper: I won’t discuss specific cases. What we do is classified and often involves matters of national security.
Sima: Okay, Your Honor
Judge Wilkins: You opened the door to this, Director Cooper. Does he abide by the rules or not?
Sima: I’ll ask you again. To your knowledge, has Raymond Reddington committed any unsanctioned crimes since becoming an informant for your task force?
[ DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS ] [ Flashes to: Red shooting Diane Fowler, Mr Kaplan, Sutton Ross ~ (Note: These are from Red’s perspective, not Cooper’s) ]
Cooper: I have no direct knowledge that he has. No.

 
Ressler: Is there any idea which way Wilkins is leaning?
Cooper: [ INHALES DEEPLY ] Could go either way. I thought she’d rule after my testimony yesterday, but she wants to hear arguments first.
Liz: The courtroom’s been cleared. We can’t even watch.
Cooper: It’s up to Reddington now, which means we’re back and free to lend a hand on Stark.
Samar: So far, we know that Stark worked as a pharmacist in one of the Greenes here in D.C. That’s how he met Kirby. It’s also how he established contact with the five victims from the warehouse.
Ressler: Greene is a national chain. Stark was accessing its database and reaching out to patients with advanced MCDD.
Cooper: I’m guessing those five weren’t the only ones. Let’s follow up, see how many people he contacted. There’s a chance he’s done other experimental trials. We could have more bodies out there.
Liz: I’ll do it. I’m going crazy – waiting to hear about Reddington.
[ FOOTSTEPS ] [ Aram enters ]
Aram: Guys, guys. I went through Kirby’s files. Everything he told us is true.
Ressler: But Stark’s treatment works?
Aram: It all started with his own injuries. That malaria vaccine he developed? It damaged his motor cortex, which is why he started studying all this stuff in the first place. And he documented everything – how he mapped out the multi-allelic defects, how he developed a viral payload designed to produce hybrid cells with corrected genomes.
Samar: You honestly believe he cured Kirby’s condition?
Aram: He reversed it, no question.
Liz: So, Reddington’s first impression was right. Stark’s a visionary.
Cooper: If that’s true, what happened at that warehouse?
Aram: I had the same question, so I went down to the forensics lab and got a copy of the preliminary tox report. You won’t believe what they found.

 
Kirby: Sabotage?
Samar: This is the treatment formulation used by Stark on you. This is the one that was used on the five victims from the warehouse.
Ressler: They’re identical. Except for one key component, an extremely rare nerve agent called “Cylovex.”
Kirby: A nerve agent?
Ressler: That’s what killed those people. And whoever put it in there didn’t expect the toxicology lab to find it, and for good reason.
Samar: Normally, Cylovex wouldn’t be on anyone’s radar, but with all the news of the Russians allegedly using Novichok in England, the FBI lab is on high alert for anything like it now.
Kirby: Stark has a partner. His name is Ethan Webb. He synthesizes all of Stark’s formulations, including mine. Ethan wouldn’t do it. Never.
Samar: Why not?
Kirby: I just told you, they’re partners. They’re also friends. I-I don’t believe Ethan would kill those people.

 
Asst US Attorney Sima: Can you imagine – immunity for Raymond Reddington? Immunity for a man who betrayed America, for Number One on the Most Wanted List, thousands of crimes, and how many victims? I-I can’t even guess. This wasn’t a deal. It was a conspiracy. An unjust and illegal conspiracy to deprive the American people of justice. There is nothing this defendant can do now that will erase the memory or the impact of what he’s already done. Your Honor, this court has the power and the obligation to reject government conduct that shocks the conscience, conduct so outrageous, it offends the “canons of decency and fairness” that define our civilized society, and that’s exactly what this agreement does. This agreement should be void as a matter of public policy. Throw it out. Tell the defendant no more. Justice demands no less.

 
[ KEYS CLACKING ]
Aram: All right, that’s him – Dr. Ethan Webb, and according to his profile, he’s a synthetic biologist and a molecular virologist. And guess where he used to work.
[ KEYS CLACKING ]
Ressler: Crown Life. That’s the company that I just met with. They’re the leading manufacturer of MCDD medication.
Samar: He used to work for Big Pharma?
Aram: Until about two years ago when he was fired and left the company in disgrace.
Cooper: Fired for what?
Aram: Stealing proprietary data. They suspected he was working on a cure on his own. That must be when he partnered up with Stark.
Samar: I don’t understand. If they were working together, why would he sabotage their progress?
Ressler: If there is a cure, it’s gonna be worth a lot of money, so maybe Webb wants it all to himself.
Cooper: Something’s off. I still feel like we’re missing something.

 
[ Courtroom ] [ Red pours himself a glass of water ] [ LIQUID POURING ] [ Slowly, he takes two sips, then stands ]
Red: [ EXHALES DEEPLY ] [ CLEARS THROAT LIGHTLY ] [ BREATHES DEEPLY ] This decision was made many years ago. The fact is, a small group at the Department of Justice did their due diligence, and with the blessing of the Attorney General and Legal Counsel at the White House, they concluded that the benefit that law enforcement and, consequently, the American people would gain from my assistance would exceed that of the rather abstract benefit of seeing a man of my alleged infamy being punished in a public fashion.
  There can be no question they were legitimately exercising their prosecutorial discretion. They made a judgment call. One that apparently offends Mr. Sima, and, clearly, he’s not alone. I’d imagine there are any number of people from prosecutors to plumbers who, despite knowing virtually nothing about me or the events of the last five years, nonetheless would find my arrangement with the government wildly unacceptable, and to be clear, that’s fine. Debate and disagreement are at the core of any true democracy. Argument is necessary. Perfectly reasonable juries will often differ.
  On a side note, I once went fly fishing for a cutthroat trout in the Roaring Fork Valley, where, inexplicably, I stumbled upon uh, Justice Antonin Scalia may God rest his soul and, boy, did [LAUGHING] we have some real barn burners. My word, that man could argue. Six hours, hip deep in whitewater, and with all the yelling, neither of us got so much as an alevin.

Sima: Objection, Your Honor. What’s the point of all this?

Red: The point, Mr. Sima, is that your outrage doesn’t concern me. What concerns me is that the powerful men and women who made this deal and those who reaped the benefits of it for years actually considered it an option to deny its existence. They decided to say that what happened never happened.
  The sad fact is, the facts have never mattered less than they do today. We’re living in a time when truth has been so diminished in value that even those at the top of government are quite comfortable with truth being whatever they can convince people to believe. That is what I find wildly unacceptable. The truth certainly matters, Your Honor, in rooms like this most of all. And the truth is, whether you or he or anyone else likes it or not, that Immunity Agreement exists.

 
Liz: Guys, we got a problem. I did what you said, followed up to see if Stark’s contacted any other patients using the Greene Drugs database.
Aram: Don’t tell me he’s done this before.
Liz: No, I don’t think he has done it before, but he is definitely about to do it again. He’s reached out to a handful of late-stage MCDD patients over the past few days. He’s conducting another trial. I talked to one of the patient’s wives. It’s happening today in a storage facility in Highland Park.
Cooper: Get there, the three of you. Agent Mojtabai, notify local PD. If Webb sabotaged those doses, all those people are about to die.

 
[ The storage facility in Highland Park ]
Spalding Stark: Thank you all for coming.
[ Von Grey’s ♪ “Poison In The Water” plays ]

♪ Poison in the water
Danger in the well
Do not wander, shepherd’s daughter

[ Stark steps aside to speak with Dr Webb ]
Dr Webb: Almost done.
Stark: Ethan. I know you didn’t want to do this.

♪ Poison in the water, serpent in the garden

Stark: I know you’re only here because of our friendship.
Dr Webb: You don’t have to.
Stark: No, I do.

♪ Guard the citadel

Stark: I-I want you to know – how much I value our partnership.

♪ Fruit is rotten

Stark: How much I appreciate you standing by me, no matter what.

♪ There is a Judas among us

Dr Webb: I just need a minute to finish.
[ Stark leaves. Dr Webb reaches into his lab coat and takes out syringes and vials with the poison ]

♪ There is a Judas among us
Nobody here we can trust
There is a Judas among us

 
[ TIRES SCREECH ]
Ressler: FBI. What do we got?

♪ Poison in the water

Officer: No visuals, no movement in or out. Tactical’s getting ready to blow the loading bay doors.

♪ Danger in the well

Ressler: Do it now.
[ WEAPONS COCK ] [ The TAC squad runs toward the building ]

♪ Do not wander, shepherd’s daughter
Poison in the water

 
Stark: As discussed, we need you to inject yourselves. We ask that you administer the treatment –

♪ Lead the lamb to slaughter

Stark: – at the same time.

♪ Poison in the water

[ Patients begin to shoot their njection guns ]
[ 💥 EXPLOSION 💥 ] [ The TAC team storms in ]

♪ Poison in the water
Danger in the well

– Let’s see your hands!

♪ Danger in the well

– Everybody, show me your hands!

♪ Do not wander, shepherd’s daughter

Ressler: FBI. Everyone, freeze!

♪ Poison in the water

Samar: Put those down now.

♪ Poison in the water

[ MONITOR BEEPING RAPIDLY ] [ A patient begins to seize ]
[ Dr Webb runs. Ressler chases him ]

♪ Danger in the well
Danger in the well
Do not wander, shepherd’s daughter

[ The patient seizing falls off his gurney. Samar goes to him ]
Samar: [ Over comms ] Aram, we were too late.

♪ Poison in the water

Samar: We have a patient down.

♪ There is a Judas among us
There is a Judas among us
Nobody here we can trust
There is a Judas among us

♪ Poison in the water

[ Ressler catches up with Webb in a stairwell. They struggle ] [ GRUNTING ] [ Fighting escalates ]

♪ Careful, shepherd’s daughter

[ Webb tries to inject Ressler with the poison ] [ INJECTOR FIRES ] [ The injector gun misses Ressler ] [ GRUNTS ] [ The grappling continues until Webb tumbles down the stair well ] [ Ressler looks at the injector gun in his hand ]

♪ Lead the lamb to slaughter
Poison in the water

 
[ DOOR OPENS ] [ Cooper enters the courtroom and sits behind Red ]
Cooper: Judge Wilkins cleared us to be present for the ruling. Elizabeth is on her way.
Red: Thank you, Harold.
Court Clerk: All rise.
Judge Wilkins: So, here we are at the end of a hearing nobody wanted me to have about an agreement nobody wanted me to see. It’s times like these I’m grateful that federal judges are appointed for life. I’m not as brave as Director Cooper. I agree with Mr. Sima. There are certain actions that fall beneath the standard our citizens have the right to expect from a country that prides itself on the rule of law. I honestly don’t know whether Mr. Reddington is guilty of the multitude of crimes with which he’s been charged. He’s never been tried. That is the problem.
To deem this deal the abomination that Mr. Sima would have me believe, I’d have to first accept that Mr Reddington is the monster he’s alleged to be. Our Constitution requires otherwise. I don’t like this deal. But like it or not, the federal government has benefited from it for over five years. They can’t pretend they haven’t, and neither will I. Accordingly, this court finds Mr. Reddington’s Immunity Agreement legally binding.
[ An assistant whispers to Sima ]
Sima: Objection, Your Honor.
Red: Thank you, Your Honor. We really should do this again some time.
Sima: Your Honor? May I be heard, Your Honor?
Judge Wilkins: Mr. Sima, your objection is noted. The agreement stands.
Sima: Then he violated it.
Judge Wilkins: Excuse me?
Sima: The agreement bars us from prosecuting the defendant unless he violated it. Under the terms, we would then have a right to declare it null and void.
Red: Oh, please. Violated it how?
Sima: The gun. When you were arrested, you had an unregistered weapon in your possession.
Red: But that’s a state crime.
Sima: Yes, right up until someone scratched the serial number off of it. That made it a federal offense.
Judge Wilkins: He’s right, Mr. Reddington. I don’t imagine this agreement lets you walk around with a defaced firearm. If you violated your obligations under the deal, you’ve forfeited its protections.
Red: To prove that, the gun would have to be admissible in evidence.
Judge Wilkins: Why wouldn’t it be?
Red: Because the officer who seized it was conducting an unreasonable search and seizure.
Judge Wilkins: I see. I take it, then, that you are moving to exclude the gun and request a suppression hearing?
Red: I am, a-and I do.
Judge Wilkins: Granted. Well, look at that. Your wish came true. It seems we will get to do this again soon.

 
[ Liz and Cooper are outside Red’s jail cell ]
Liz: The gun hearing is in a week. You have to argue that the officer that searched you didn’t have probable cause.
Red: Where are they taking me?
Liz: If the search was bad, the gun will be suppressed, and they can’t say you violated your deal.
Red: Elizabeth, I’ll be fine. Will you do me a favor and ask one of the Marshals where I’m being transported?
[ Liz leaves ] [ METAL DOOR OPENS, CLOSES ]
Red: Harold? What happened yesterday on the stand –
Cooper: It’s done.
Red: You testified because you value the truth. I know it couldn’t have been easy.
Cooper: I protected myself and my team.
Red: Yes, well – a lucky confluence of interests. I admit, for a moment, I thought you might decide that our time together should end.
Cooper: I considered it. You should know I gave Agent Keen that option, and she asked that we continue.
[ METAL DOOR OPENS ] [ FOOTSTEPS ]
Liz: The gun hearing’s in two weeks. [ METAL DOOR CLOSES ] Until then, they’re gonna transfer you to Colton. For security, they want you in an actual prison and not pre-trial detention.
Red: We can talk more once I’m settled.
Liz: I haven’t told you about Stark.
Red: You got him?
Liz: You were right about him. Apparently, he’s brilliant. He was being sabotaged by his partner, a guy named Ethan Webb.
Red: And this Webb, he confessed?

 
[ An interrogation room ] [ Webb, bruised and battered, looks up from the table at Ressler ]
Ressler: I gotta say I’m kind of glad you pulled that injector gun. Means I get to add attempted murder of a federal agent to the homicides you’re gonna be charged with. Yeah, that’s right. We know about the Cylovex.

 
[ A second interrogation room ]
Spalding Stark: You don’t have to believe me, but I was trying to help them.
Samar: I do believe you, Mr. Stark. Those people didn’t die because of your error. They were poisoned.
Stark: Poisoned?
Samar: By a nerve agent called Cylovex. Dr Webb betrayed you. [ Struggling for words ] He, um – He – Not subverted. He, um – intentionally undermined your research.
Stark: Ethan wouldn’t. Why would he do that?

 
Dr Webb: Because he was never my partner.
Ressler: You two started working together after you were fired by Crown Life.
Dr Webb: I wasn’t fired from Crown Life. That was a lie – a smokescreen designed by my bosses to enhance my credibility with the biohacking community. Make them believe I was a kindred spirit.
Ressler: You targeted Stark.
Dr Webb: I want a deal. If you expect me to testify against the company –
Ressler: Any deal is gonna have to be approved by the US Attorney. Now, you tell us the truth, I’ll make sure they know you cooperated. It’s the best I can do.

 
[ Ressler has joined Samar and Stark ]
Stark: He was assigned to befriend me?
Ressler: Crown Life knew that you were working on MCDD. They were concerned that you might make a breakthrough.
Stark: So, they sent Ethan to sabotage my research and steal my ideas so they could mass market a cure.
Ressler: Crown Life doesn’t want to market your cure. They want to bury it. The company makes billions providing the drugs to treat MCDD. They can make 10 times as much treating it over years as they can selling a one-time cure. I’m gonna go get a warrant for the company. Webb gave us the names of everyone involved.
[ Ressler leaves ] [ DOOR CLOSES ]
[ Gregory Alan Isakov’s ♪ “Where Ya Gonna Go” plays ]
Stark: Am I being sent to prison?
Samar; Probably, but not for long. You’ll have to answer for the bodies left at the warehouse, but, otherwise, your part in this wasn’t criminal.
Stark: Ethan and I were a good team. He had me so fooled.
Samar: I’m sorry. Sometimes it’s the people closest to you you have to watch out for.
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[ Liz and Red talk through the bars of Red’s cell ]

♪ Where you gonna go
Like that
With the holes in you?

 
[ At Crown Life Pharmaceuticals, Ressler enters with a team of police. Mr Pascal stands ]
Ressler: Mr. Pascal. We meet again.
[ Pascal’s ankles are shackled ]
 

♪ With the holes in you
Where you gonna go

[ Red is being transported ]

♪ Like that
With the holes in you?
With the holes

 
[ Liz is musing at her desk ] [ KNOCK ON DOOR ] [ It’s Dembe ]
Liz: Oh, hey, come in.
Dembe: Cooper told me about the gun hearing. I don’t understand. You know Raymond always carries a weapon.
Liz: That doesn’t make it legal. Around here, when it comes to Reddington, we kind of see what we want to see. Are you okay?
Dembe: I’m confused.

♪ With the holes in you

Dembe: Someone betrayed us, and I haven’t been able to figure out who.

♪ Jump the gun

Liz: If there’s anything I can do–
Dembe: Actually, there is something. Mr. Stark – I need to speak with him privately for Raymond.

♪ Run

Dembe: It cannot be recorded.
Liz: He always has his own agenda. What is it this time?

 
[ DOOR OPENS ] [ DOOR CLOSES ]
Dembe: Mr. Stark, we don’t have much time.
Stark: Dembe, how did you–
Dembe: I go where Mr Reddington sends me. He’s very concerned. He made a significant investment into your research. If you are unable to deliver on schedule–
Stark: No, no. Tell Mr. Reddington I’m making progress. My situation here won’t interfere.

♪ Where you gonna go –

Dembe: I certainly hope not. Mr Reddington is counting on you.

♪ – like that
With the holes in you?
With the holes in you

[ Samar is at her desk writing her report, with help from a thesaurus ]
Samar: Sabotage.

♪ Where you gonna go –

Samar: He sabotaged your research. Dr Webb betrayed you.

♪ – like that –

He sabotaged your research.
[ Aram enters ]

Aram: Hey. Everything cool?

♪ – with the holes?

Samar: Yes.
Aram: Let’s get out of here. I am starving.

 
[ METAL CLANGS ] [ Prison gates open. Transport vehicles enter ] [ ENGINE STOPS ]

[ RADIO CHATTER ]
MAN: Confirm yard recall.
MAN #2: Uh, 2-1-2 transport is in the lead.
MAN #3: We have another team over on –

[ The door of the transport van opens ] [ Red gets out, squinting ]
Prison Official: Mr. Reddington, welcome home.

 
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Episode Songs

 

♫ Footsteps
By Caught a Ghost

♪ [ Unavailable as of 1/14/2019 ]

Lyrics and Credits: [ Unavailable ] Link to their song list http://bit.ly/2RN5CAA
YouTube: [ Unavailable ]

 

♫ Poison in the Water
By Von Grey

♪ Poison in the water
Danger in the well
Do not wander,
sheperd’s daughter
Poison in the water
Serpent in the garden
Guard the citadel
Fruit is rotten,
move with caution
Serpent in the garden

♪ There is a judas among us
Nobody here we can trust
There is a judas among us

♪ Poison in the water
Danger in the well
Do not wander,
sheperd’s daughter
Poison in the water
Blood on the horizon
Blood along the tracks
Shadows rising, organizing
Marching in the night
Poison in the water
Careful shepherd’s daughter
Lead the lamb to slaughter
Poison in the water

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2RoOYIl
YouTube: https://youtu.be/z4PgwzX6pAU

 

♫ Where Ya Gonna Go
By Gregory Alan Isakov

♪ Where you gonna go
Like that
With the holes in you
With the holes in you

♪ Where you gonna go
Like that
With the holes in you
With the holes in you

♪ Summer sun won’t come
With the holes in you
With the holes in you

♪ Jump the gun
Run, run, run

♪ Where you gonna go
Like that
With the holes in you
With the holes in you

♪ Where you gonna go
Like that
With the holes in you
With the holes in you

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🔴 Script 6:4 The Pawnbrokers (№ 146-147)

 
Program air date: 1/18/2019 in the US
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Directed by: Lin Oeding
Written by: Carla Kettner

 

 

⭕ Script 6:4 The Pawnbrokers (№ 146-147)

 

Brief (Where we’re at): After the Department of Justice ordered Cooper to keep the Reddington Task Force and Red’s Immunity Agreement under wraps, Red stood before Judge Roberta Wilkins and declared he would be representing himself. He immediately called on Cooper about the Agreement. Under oath, Cooper had to affirm that the Agreement existed. A copy was provided to the judge. Against a withering condemnation of Red by the prosecuting attorney, Asst US Attorney Michael Sima, Cooper provided a positive account of the many criminals rounded up and crimes averted with Red’s help. In the end, the judge observed that, although Red had been accused of many crimes, he had never stood trial or been convicted, and therefore according the Constitution, he remains innocent until proven guilty. Therefore she was ready to uphold the Immunity Agreement.
 
However, the prosecutor then pointed out that Red had violated the terms of the Immunity Agreement by carrying an unregistered firearm from which the serial number had been scratched off, a federal crime. But Red claimed that the gun was inadmissible as evidence because it had been confiscated during “an unreasonable search and seizure.”
 
So Red will appear in court again, to examine the circumstances under which he was detained and his firearm seized. He believes someone tipped off the police. The new court case should give him a chance to delve into why he was arrested during the innocent act of buying a pretzel from a pretzel cart and bring him closer to determining who is was that betrayed him. In the meantime, he has been transferred to Colton Prison.

 
[ Colton Prison ]
[ Red’s mug shot is taken ] [ CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS ] [ He is finger printed ]
[ Delta Rae’s ♪ “Bottom of the River” plays ]

♪ Hold my hand
Ooh, baby, it’s a long way down
A long way down

[ Red, in prison uniform, is given towels and soap and led on the catwalk over the dining area ]

♪ If you get sleep or if you get none
The cock’s gonna call in the morning, baby

♪ Hold my hand
Ooh, baby, it’s a long way down
A long way down

[ Most inmates ignore Red, except one, who scowls. Red seems to recognize him ]

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

[ The guard opens Red’s cell and Red enters ]
Red: Do you smell that?
Guard: Sewer line.
Red: Would you be so kind to reach out to facilities? I’d like to put in a repair request.
[ The guard locks the cell door ]
Guard: [ Smirking ] Yeah.

♪ Hold my hand

♪ Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

[ Red lies on his cot, looking up. Under his head is a thin pillow and a blue cotton knit blanket, folded up. A broken pipe is in the corner of the room. Red watches a rat scurry along the edge of the room and disappear into the pipe ]

♪ Hold my hand, oh, baby
It’s a long way, hold on, now
Hold my hand

♪ Ooh, baby, it’s a long way down, a long way down

 
[ Red enters the dining area. He picks up his meal and sits down across from a skinny young black guy. The black guy starts to get up ]
Red: No, no, no. Please stay. I’m happy for the company. Raymond Reddington. Awaiting trial.
Vontae Jones: Right. For treason. And like 200 murders.
Red: [ CHUCKLES ] Such hyperbole. I don’t know whether to be flattered or horrified. What’s your name?
Vontae: Jones. Vontae Jones.
Red: Hello, Vontae. Nice to meet you.
Vontae: Is it true they, uh, put you in The Bunker?
Red: Ha! “The Bunker.” Is that what they call it? I’ve always wanted a home with a name. So much more evocative than a simple address. Fallingwater, the Dibble House, Sinking Spring Farm. I must say, The Bunker compares rather favorably to a Malagasy cave I once had the misfortune of inhabiting.
Vontae: Don’t know what you’re talking about.
Red: The Bunker.
Vontae: Ah. Warden left it for troublemakers. Smells like a dung hole.
Red: Who’s the warden speaking with?
Vontae: They call him Quantum. You ever need a hit, he’s your guy.
Red: And if my tastes run in other directions?
Vontae: Burrito – Man over here – do you a roll for a deuce of meat sticks and a bag of chips. And, uh, Waxer, face tats, he can fix you up with smokes, cigars, candy. He sometimes even gets cinnamon toothpicks.
Red: Oh, I love cinnamon toothpicks.
Vontae: Yolked dude’s Baldomero. Yeah, they call him the Teflon Con ’cause he’s been killing and thieving for years. Awaiting trial for knocking over a Brinks truck. Killed both guards–
Red: I’m familiar with the incident.

 
[ Baldomero walks over to Red and Vontae. He reaches down to Vontae’s sandwich, takes off the top piece of bread, removes the lunch meat and stuffs most of it in his mouth ]
Baldomero: [ To Red ] Long time. It’s gonna be good having you here. Maybe we could settle up, get square for Iztapalapa.
Red: That’s not your lunch meat.
[ Baldomero stuffs the rest of the lunch meat in his mouth and returns to his place in the room, a couple of tables away ]

 
[ Red takes a sip from his tea, puts the cup down, gets up and heads toward Baldomero ]
Vontae: [ SIGHS ] Yo. No, I’m cool with a mustard sandwich, man. Just leave it. Yo. Yo!
Baldomero: [ To his men ] Easy, easy, easy.
Red: You must not have heard what I said. I said that wasn’t your lunch meat. He’s just a kid. Maybe you can cut him some slack. Just a thought.
Baldomero: Yo. I’ll feed you my lunch meat tonight, old man.
Red: [ CHUCKLES ]
Baldomero: Gobble, gobble.
[ LAUGHTER ]
Baldomero: This ain’t Mexico City. You got no muscle, no weapon. All you got is that mouth, and God knows it can run, but it can’t run in here.
Red: If you so much as look at Vontae’s pimento loaf again, you’re gonna end up with your teeth sticking out the back of your head and sipping your dinner through a bendy straw.
[ Red heads back toward his table ] [ Baldomero jumps him and throws Red to the concrete floor, pummeling his face repeatedly until it’s smashed and bloody ]
[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ]
Warden: Enough! Boys, I said enough! Mr. Reddington, I don’t believe we’ve had a chance to meet.
Red: [ Looking up, COUGHS ]
Warden: My name is Warden Macatee. Welcome to Colton. Think you’re gonna like it here.
Red: [ WEAKLY ] So far, so good.

 
[ DOOR BUZZES ] [ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS ]
[ Liz sits at a table across from Red. His face is badly bruised, his lip cut ]
Liz: Who did this to you?
Red: An old acquaintance.
Liz: I can’t believe this is happening.
Red: Getting caught after 30 years? The odds were, I’d be caught after three. It’s no one’s fault, least of all yours. Besides, I welcome the vim and vigor of prison life, the law of the jungle. I am the lion, after all.
Liz: You don’t look like one.
Red: [ CHUCKLES ]
Liz: I need to talk to the warden, get you out of general population.
Red: That’s a terrible idea.
Liz: Okay, then since you insist on representing yourself – also a terrible idea – why not petition the court for protective custody?
Red: Elizabeth, I’m the one who petitioned to be put into the general population. I need to be treated like the criminal I am. Anything that may hint at any involvement with your Task Force is a liability I cannot afford.
Liz: Well, then, that’s quite a balancing act, because while you’re getting your butt kicked as a criminal, you also have to demonstrate to the judge your value as an asset.
Red: Which is why I need you to get Rod and Delaine Uhlman.
Liz: You have a case?
Red: It’s time to go to work.

 
[ The Post Office ]
Liz: Rod and Delaine Uhlman married, no children, long-time members of the Methodist church, and owners of Kwik Money Gun & Pawn in Cherry Hill. It’s an unassuming neighborhood shop that specializes in fronting massive amounts of cash to criminals in exchange for high-value, ill-gotten gains.
Cooper: How does it work? They function like a regular pawn shop?
Liz: Yes, if you fail to reclaim your collateral, the Pawnbrokers will resell it.
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[ Flashover to thd pawn shop ]
Tom Hardekopf: A friend told me to come see– said you had a first edition of “Treasure Island.”
[ Rod Uhlman, sitting some distance away, looks up ]
Delaine Uhlman: Sure. I’ve got it in the back. It’s in perfect condition. Follow me.
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Ressler: Makes sense can’t go to a bank to finance crime, so might as well go to grandma and grandpa for a loan.
Aram: They’re so cute. They sort of remind me of this couple that used to babysit me in Delaware, the Gambalas. Uh, Rita- Rita. She used to make these oatmeal cookies that, um I’m sorry. [ Trailing off ] That’s, uh– That’s irrelevant.
Liz: These cuties facilitated an array of international crimes, including the poisoning of a former Russian Intelligence Officer, the raid of a transport vessel off the coast of Peru, and a casino heist that left eight dead in Monaco. As enchanting as they may seem, they have made possible some very real and deadly crimes.
Samar: And Reddington believes this will, what, demonstrate his value while incarcerated? Reddington’s probably paying off the judge.
Ressler: He’s fine.
Liz: He’s not fine. You didn’t see him. He’s been hurt. I’ve never seen him like that before.
Cooper: Ressler, Keen, I want you on that storefront. Coordinate with Aram to run the background of anyone who enters into their shop. One of their clients is bound to raise a red flag, and I want us to be there when they do.

 
[ CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING ] [ Sitting in an unmarked vehicle with Ressler, Liz snaps a photo of a woman leaving the pawn shop ]
Liz: Aram, heads up. We’ve got another.
Ressler: We’re uploading it now.
[ COMPUTER BEEPS ]
Aram: [ Over comms ] Okay, got it. Got a license-plate number for me or any other details?
Ressler: No, the photo’s gonna have to do.
Aram: Okay. Give me a little time.
Liz: That’s, what, six customers in five hours? We’re gonna be here for weeks.
Ressler: Can I ask you something? You really worried about Reddington?
Liz: I am. He looked – weak.
Ressler: He’s fine. He can handle himself.
Liz: Out in the world, yeah, but prison– It’s different.
[ CELLPHONE VIBRATING ] [ Liz checks the incoming number: Lilly (aka Jennifer) ]
Liz: Sorry. Give me a minute.
[ VIBRATING CONTINUES ] [ Liz gets out of the vehicle ]
Liz: It’s not a good time.
Lilly: I got a message from my friend Buck.
Liz: What’d he say?
Lilly: He said he’s done what he can to decrypt Reddington’s file from the plastic surgeon. I told him to come to your place right away.
Liz: I’m at work. I can’t.
Lilly: Liz, you have to. This could be the big break we’ve been hoping for.
Liz: All right. I’ll figure something out.
[ Ressler raps on the window ] [ CELLPHONE BEEPS ] [ Liz gets back in ]
Ressler: Hey, Aram, she’s back. Say that again.
Liz: Did you I.D. the woman?
Aram: No, not the woman. The kid with the red backpack from earlier this morning – Tom Hardekopf.
Liz: The MIT grad working at a tech firm?
Aram: Yeah, except he’s not just an MIT grad working at a tech firm. Turns out, he also has a TS-SCI-level clearance with the U.S. government.
Ressler: Meaning what? Does his firm have some kind of government contract?
Aram: Yeah, with the NSA.
Ressler: All right, send us everything you can on this kid – cell records, financials. We’ll reach out to the NSA. [ CELLPHONE BEEPS ]
Liz: I-I can’t.
Ressler: Why not?
Liz: That was the warden at Colton. I’ve been hounding him about putting Reddington in a safer wing, and he finally agreed to meet with me, so I got to do this. It’s important.
Ressler: Okay. I’ll look into Hardekopf, see what the hell’s going on.

 
[ A casino high rollers’ table ]
Woman: Gentlemen, this is Mr. Hardekopf. He’s been vetted and has made a buy-in of $200,000. Have a seat.
[ She sets down a large stack of chips ]
Hardekopf: Okay. Let’s make some money.

 
[ Vontae enters Red’s cell, where Red is tugging at string from the blue cotton knit blanket ]
Vontae: Okay, Mr. Reddington, you and me – we got a situation.
Red: Shh, shh, shh, shh. I’ve been trying to free this ornery thread for nearly an hour.
Vontae: W-Whatever that is, it’s gotta wait.
Red: I finally got a good hold on the little rascal.
Vontae: Are you listening?
[ The string breaks off ]
Red: Ah, damn it.
Vontae: Baldomero’s gonna kill you – said he wants to finish what he started, get even for Iztapalapa.
Red: He’s still stuck on that?
Vontae: He’s telling everyone. Says he and his dogs are gonna jump you during yard time. Day after tomorrow.
Red: Day after? What’s wrong with tomorrow?
Vontae: Man’s got woodshop.
Red: [ LAUGHING ] Oh, come on. It’s like high-school fisticuffs.
Vontae: Are you hearing me? This is serious, man. It’s no time to mess around with bed sheets, all right? We got to get you a weapon, give you a chance.
Red: Maybe you could find me a pen.
Vontae: Yeah, there you go. That’s good. Make a shiv. I’m gonna find you a pen.
Red: Vontae, one other thing. I wonder if you’d be willing to find out who’s playing that music. I hear music, and I’m certain that’s a record. If someone has a phonograph on the block, I would love to borrow, rent, or buy it.
Vontae: [ SIGHS ] Okay.

 
[ Cooper’s Office ]
Cooper: Sophia Quayle, Agents Ressler and Navabi. Miss Quayle directs Cryptologic Exploitation Services for the NSA.
Ressler: So you’re a code breaker.
Samar: Is that what Hardekopf pawned – one of our codes?
Sophia Quayle: Hardekopf was working on developing a decryption algorithm, one that we believe may now be operational.
Ressler: An algorithm to decrypt what exactly?
Quayle: In recent years, there’s been an unprecedented number of breaches by Chinese intelligence. We’d hoped that the cypher would allow us to decrypt Chinese diplomatic cables sent to Beijing from their embassy in D.C. Accessing that would help us to identify the source of the leak.
Cooper: And the names of any Americans who may have been turned by the Chinese.
Quayle: As well as what intel the traitors provided. This is a once-in-a-decade breakthrough, and now you’re telling me that it’s in the hands of, what, some pawnbroker?
Samar: Our source says that there is honor among these particular thieves. Clients are given 30 days to reclaim the items they’ve brought to the brokers. After that, they’re put up for sale. For the moment, the codes are safe.
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[ The casino ]
Hardekopf: All in.
[ The huge stacks of chips are moved forward ]
⋘⋙
Quayle: We’ve spent four years working to break this code. If word of this leaks out, the Chinese will change their encryption, and we’ll be back at square one.
Ressler: So, is there any idea why Hardekopf did it?
Quayle: I don’t know or care. We went through his desk. A hard drive is missing. You need to get it back.
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[ Hardekopf’s poker hand comes up short. He wipes his face with both hands and leaves empty-handed ]

 
[ Liz’s apartment ]
Buck: I’m sorry. I-I tried everything.
Lilly: But you’re supposed to be this genius.
Buck: The information on the drive wasn’t just deleted. It was erased from the unallocated portions of the disk–
Lilly: Well, then reallocate it, undelete it.
Liz: I think what my sister is trying to say is thank you for trying.
Buck: I’m really very sorry.
Liz: I think you should go.
Buck: [ Leaving ] Does this mean I’m not invited to the Beyoncé concert?
Liz: Go.
[ DOOR OPENS, CLOSES ]
Lilly: All of these patient files, everybody who got reconstructive surgery – from Dr. Koehler.
Liz: Jen –
Lilly (aka Jennifer): There has to be a way to connect one of them to Reddington.
Liz: It’s done.
Lilly: Somebody from the O.R., somebody who was there when he went. – I
Liz: – He won.
Lilly: [ SIGHING ] How can you accept that?
Liz: I don’t. But I’m not gonna let it or him control my life. Besides, it wasn’t all for nothing. If it weren’t for Reddington’s secret, we wouldn’t have each other.
Lilly: It’s not enough.
Liz: [ INHALES DEEPLY ] I think it has to be.

 
[ Vontae enters Red’s cell. Red is peering down the pipe. Vontae has procured a pen ]
Vontae: Hey. I found it. Yo, this wasn’t easy. I had to bribe the librarian said I was homesick and needed to drop my mom a note. You know how that makes me look, right?
Red: Like a good son. Be proud.
Vontae: You want to tell me what’s up with you and this string thing?
Red: Did you bring the meat?
Vontae: [ SIGHS ]
[ Vontae gives Red a wrapped piece of lunch meat ]
Red: Ah, perfect – right there. [ Indicates where to put the meat down ]
Vontae: You know I’m busting my butt to get you a weapon, and you’re playing with string like a kitty cat.
Red: I found myself with something of a rodent situation.
Vontae: Baldomero’s gonna plant you in the ground, okay, and if he kills you, he’ll certainly kill me.
Red: Vontae, might I offer you a bit of unsolicited advice?
Vontae: No.
Red: Fear is a liar.
Vontae: [ SIGHS ]
Red: It activates the enemy. All we can do is what we can do, and right now, what you can do is help me tie more of this string. Careful. It tangles easily.
Vontae: [ SCOFFS ]

 
[ Outside a house ]
Hardekopf: I need the drive back.
Delaine: Of course. It’s yours. All we need is the loan plus interest.
Hardekopf: I don’t have it.
Rod: Tell us about your precautions to get here. Did you switch cars as instructed? I had a debt from gambling. I had a way out, but it didn’t work the way I thought, and–
Delaine: You mean you pawned classified intel to try to win back a gambling debt?
Hardekopf: I need the drive.
Delaine: You can’t just have it.
Hardekopf: The intel I gave you can never come out. It would be like committing treason.
Delaine: Well, you’ve got 30 days to make sure that doesn’t happen.
Hardekopf: I lost the money! I was one card away, and I lost everything. Just give me the drive, and I’ll find a way to pay. I’ll figure it out.
Rod: Tell me about the cars.
Hardekopf: Why do you keep asking about the damn cars?
Rod: In our experience, clients in your situation tend to draw attention to themselves – the kind of attention we can’t afford.
Hardekopf: I wasn’t followed, okay? We’re alone. Which means we’re gonna come to a new understanding.
Delaine: Yes. I believe we are. [ She shoots him ] [ GUNSHOT 💥 ]
Rod: I’ll get the fuel.

 
[ Ressler and Samar are at the site of a burning vehicle ]
Samar: It’s Hardekopf.
Ressler: We got witnesses? Forensics?
Samar: None, and if there were any forensics, the liquid hydrogen burned them away.
Ressler: Well, we had a team on the Pawnbrokers. They lost them. Now we know why.
Samar: As long as Hardekopf was alive, we had 30 days until our intel hit the open market.
Ressler: Looks like our time just ran out.

 
[ Albert Lennard, Ty Ardis and Noah Jackson’s ♪ “My One And Only A” plays ]
[ Red sits on the floor of his cell with a small piece of lunch meat on his thigh as the rat that has visited his cell many times sniffs the air ]

♪ You’re my one and only
My one and only
You’re my one and only
My one and only
Girl, I owe it all to you

[ The rat approaches and crawls up Red’s leg ]
Red: That’s it. Come on –

♪ You’re my one and only
My one and only
You’re my one and only
My one and only

[ At last, Red is able to scoop up the rat. He strokes its nose ]
Red: [ CHUCKLES ] Hello, there, little fella. We’ve got a lot of work to do.

 
[ Red enters the prison dining room followed by Vontae. He heads toward Baldomero’s table ]
Red: Aah, there’s a spot.
Vontae: [ HUSHED ] What? Mr. Reddington, no. No.
[ Red sits across from Baldomero. Vontae sits separately ]
Red: Greetings, gentlemen. Please don’t get up. I come in peace. I’ve heard rumblings on the wire that you’re planning some sort of school-yard ambush, and I thought it prudent to see if we can work things out over a meal, break bread, settle our differences. Pimento loaf isn’t really my thing. In fact, when I get out of here, my very first stop will be Augustine in Manhattan for a simple omelet. Yum. What about you?
Baldomero: I’ll be at the Blue Lounge in Armistead, toasting your grave.
[ Baldomero pours his milk on Red’s sandwich ]
[ MAN LAUGHS ]
Red: You must be the one with that record collection I envy so dearly.
Vega: Yeah. I also got the blade that’s gonna carve you like a pumpkin.
Red: Jack-o’-lantern.
Vega: Huh?
Red: A pumpkin is a gourd. A jack-o’-lantern is the carved pumpkin. Either way, it doesn’t matter. I knew what you meant. I still envy your record collection. Baldomero, what do you say we call this whole thing off? What happened in Iztapalapa was a terrible mistake. I regret it dearly, and I had no idea she was your mother.
Baldomero: You were in my bed. There was a picture of me on the nightstand.
Red: Okay, in our defense, it was incredibly dark, and we’d been drinking heavily. Honestly, [ CHUCKLES ] I regret the entire weekend. Of course, don’t tell your mother that.
Baldomero: I’m gonna gut you like a fish. The guards have been paid off, which means I got 20 minutes with you, and I won’t need 10 to take out you and the boy.
Red: A Romani fortune teller once gave me an astonishingly accurate peek into my future, and I’m gonna do the same for you. You and I are never gonna see each other again after tomorrow, but when you do walk out of this calaboose, I promise you this within 24 hours of your release, you’ll be lying on the floor with a blade in your belly, gurgling my name and begging to die. Okay, then. Good talk. Get some rest, fellas. It’s gonna be a big day.
[ Vontae follows Red out ]
Vontae: Yo, what the hell was that? You trying to get us killed? Please tell me that was a part of some bigger plan.
Red: The plan is a bit of a work in progress.

 
[ Cooper’s office ]
Cooper: One person is dead, classified intel is missing, and you don’t want us to arrest the Pawnbrokers?
Quayle: You have nothing connecting them to Hardekopf’s death. And there’s no way that they’re gonna keep that drive on site. Until you know where that drive is, arresting them will only guarantee we never get it back.
Ressler: Well, with Hardekopf dead, they’re free to sell that intel on the open market – as soon as they have a buyer.
[ Aram enters ]
Aram: They already have one.
Cooper: You have confirmation of that?
Aram: Well, I went to their website and noticed they have a great deal on this – 4K ultra, super slim, 65-inch with – wait for it – a built-in camera to video-chat with friends via Wi-Fi.
Samar: Which we hacked into.
Cooper: You have eyes on the store?
Aram: Well, there’s no audio, but 10 minutes ago, we saw this.
[ Video shows ]
Samar: We cross-checked his image with the Bureau’s database on foreign agents. His name is Niu Quaing. He’s a member of the Chinese intelligence service MSS.
Cooper: If the Chinese know what’s on that drive, then they know the NSA hacked their codes. They’ll change them.
Quayle: And years of work will be for nothing.
Ressler: But the Chinese don’t already know. The Pawnbrokers would never tell them, and if they did, the Chinese would just change the codes and the drive would be worthless, which is the last thing that the Pawnbrokers want. Now, if they’re good at their job, they’ll tease them, bid the price up. But until the Chinese actually buy that drive, they won’t know exactly what they have.
Aram: Meaning, we have to buy it first.
Quayle: I’m sorry. You’re expecting them to sell us back our own intel?
Samar: Not us. Mossad.

 
Vontae: You know, I risked my neck getting you a pen, and instead of making a shank, you’re writing a letter.
Red. Vontae, any chance you’ve heard of William Floyd Collins?
Vontae: Collins? No. What’s he in for?
Red: He’s not an inmate. He was a cave explorer in Kentucky around the turn of the last century. He explored Kentucky because of the hundreds of miles of interconnected underground caverns. But in the winter of 1925, while trying to find a new entrance to Crystal Cave, Collins became trapped in a narrow crawlway 55 feet below ground. But it’s rumored that, in order to find an escape, Collins lit a candle, held it up, and let the smoke draft point him toward an exit. Here. Hand me the rat.
[ Vontae retrieves the rat, gives it to Red ]
Vontae: [ SIGHS ] You know, that’s a cute story, but this ain’t no cave, so what’s it got to do with me and you getting killed in the yard?
[ Red ties the note on the rat ]
Red: If this little fella found his way in, I bet he can find his way back out, like a draft of smoke or a carrier pigeon.
Vontae: Some note on a rat? A-are you insane? Ain’t no message-in-a-bottle nonsense gonna work.
Red: Well, either way, we’ll likely be dead by Friday.
[ Red sends the rat down the pipe ]
Vontae: So long. Bring us some luck, William Floyd Collins.
Red: [ CHUCKLES ] Collins actually died in the cave – thirst and hunger compounded by exposure, hypothermia – after 14 days in a cave?
Vontae: [ SIGHS ]

 
[ MONITOR BEEPS ]
Aram: All right, Agent Navabi’s transmitter is up. She’s approaching now.
[ Samar enters the pawn shop. Ressler and Liz surveill from a vehicle outside ]
Ressler: All right. We have eyes. She’s on site.
Cooper: Agents Ressler and Keen, hold your positions. You only move in if we have a situation.
Quayle: I don’t like sending a Mossad agent to acquire classified NSA data.
Aram: What are you worried about?
Quayle: Divided loyalties.
Cooper: My instructions were clear. Agent Navabi knows to purchase that drive and to bring it to me directly.
Quayle: And the Mossad?
Cooper: It’s a closed loop. Only people who know about this operation are you and the members of this Task Force. No one else, including the Mossad.

 
[ Inside the pawn shop ]
Samar: Delaine Uhlman?
Delaine: Yeah, you’ve got something you want to pawn?
Samar: No, you’ve got something I’d like to buy – a hard drive containing classified data for the NSA.
Delaine: I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Samar: Well, that’s funny, because a few hours ago, you agreed to sell it to a member of the Chinese MSS. I’m here to outbid him.
Delaine: Ma’am, I’m sorry. There must be some mistake. This is a pawn shop–
Samar: That in the last two years has pawned everything from anthrax to poppy fields in Afghanistan.
Delaine: I didn’t catch your name.
Samar: Samar Navabi. I work with Mossad. I’m here to pay you a lot of money, if you’re smart enough to take it.

 
Liz: I don’t like letting her go in there without a wire.
Cooper: We can’t risk her being searched.
Aram: [ To Quayle ] She doesn’t have any.
Quayle: What’s that?
Aram: Divided loyalties.
Quayle: We’ll see.
Aram: We don’t have to see. We already know.

 
[ In a back room of the pawn shop, Delaine Uhlman opens the cover of “Treasure Island.” Inside is an electronics screen ]
Delaine: Index and middle finger.
[ Samar places her fingers on the small screen in the book ]
[ SCANNER BEEPS ] [ BEEPS ]
[ On Delaine’s large computer screen, Samar’s Mossad photo and ID comes up ]
Delaine: Chinese fellow offered 2 million.
Samar: Well, if you’ll take 2 million, you’ll surely take 4.

 
[ Outside the prison walls, a pest exterminer is working ] [ LIQUID SPRAYING ]
[ The exterminator notices a string connected to a rat in a live trap ]
Exterminator: Hey, buddy.What’s going on?
[ He notices the note tied to the rat ]
Exterminator: What’s this?
[ The exterminator removes the note and unfolds it. On the note is written: “CALL 206 555-0119 AND YOU WILL RECIEVE $10,000” ]

 
[ Delaine walks with Samar down a corridor. Delaine talks on her cell ]
Delaine: Yeah, I know we had a sale, but, she’s with me now. Rod, damn it, don’t back-talk. Just get the pledge, meet me at the place. I’ll explain later.
[ She hangs up ]
Samar: Where are we going?
Delaine: In our business, we have learned to take precautions. We want to make sure that we’re not being watched.

 
Liz: Aram, we’ve got no movement. Are you seeing anything in the store?
Aram: It looks like– It looks like they moved to a back room.
Quayle: I don’t like this.

 
[ Liz and Delaine get into a car ]
Samar: Well, for what it’s worth, you have quite the reputation.
Delaine: [ CHUCKLES ] Like they say, love what you do.
Samar: The Mossad knows what you do, just not why you started doing it.
[ ENGINE STARTS ] [ CAR DOOR SHUTS ]

 
[ Delaine driving ]
Delaine: Rod and I bought the store in ’76. We didn’t have any business sense at all. I remember if somebody came in to pawn a bicycle, Rod would check the registration number. [ CHUCKLES ] But then the ’80s came, the downturn. We almost lost the business, that’s for sure. We didn’t really have any choice. We had to take more collateral risk.

 
Aram: Okay, guys, I think we have a problem. Agent Navabi’s transponder just started moving.
Cooper: Ressler, Keen.
Liz: [ On phone ] She hasn’t left.
Quayle: Did you lose her?
Aram: Okay, guys, there must be a secondary exit because I have her moving north on Martin Luther King Boulevard.
Liz: They gave us the slip.
Ressler: We’re on the move.
[ ENGINE STARTS ]
⋘⋙
[ Quayle steps aside to make a call ]
Quayle: Hey, it’s me. Put me through. We have a problem here.
⋘⋙
[ Cooper also makes a call ]
Cooper: Yes, Harold Cooper. We have a developing situation in Baltimore, and I need you to scramble unmarked units. Aram, location?
Aram: Okay, she just turned east on Bentonhurst. Approaching Colfax now.
Cooper: Ressler, Keen, we’re dispatching unmarks to you now. Aram’s gonna vector you toward that vehicle.

 
[ A large stack of $50 bills are in a duffel bag in the exterminator’s van ]
Dembe: Feel free to count it.
Exterminator: No, no. I’m- I’m good. I-I don’t understand. Why are you giving me a bag of money? I-Is this legal?
Dembe: You found the note, you called the number, and I came. You did nothing wrong. There are many cameras here. Maybe you should finish your work.
Exterminator: Yeah. Okay. Sure. Thanks. Thanks.
⋘⋙
[ RAT SQUEAKING ] [ Dembe goes to the live trap with Red’s rat in it. He was brought a spool of tough string. He kneels and writes a note ]

 
Delaine: One day, you’re pawning a Toshiba console, the next it’s a stolen painting. [ CHUCKLING ] Shoot. Pretty soon, it’s a block of C4. I guess we got a reputation for doing things a little differently.

 
Aram: Okay, the vector’s currently showing a location at Park Street. All right, Agent Ressler, do you have eyes on that vehicle?
Ressler: Yeah, we tailed them to a parking structure at the corner of Park and 16th.
Aram: All right, good DMV record shows a ’92 Buick Estate Wagon registered to their business.
Cooper: Agent Keen, I’ve got a skeleton SWAT unit on their way to you now.
Ressler: Keen, are you seeing this?
Liz: On my way. West stairwell.

 
[ The two Uhlmans and Samar meet in the parking structure. They don’t know several FBI teams are waiting in the shadows for the transaction to take place. Rod produces the briefcase with the decryption software but holds it back ]
Delaine: Funds first. That’s how it works.
Samar: If I’m going to pay, I have to see it.
Delaine: I said funds first.
[ She produces a phone preprogrammed for a Wire Transfer ]
Delaine: Account number there. Wire transfer there.
⋘⋙
Aram: Agent Keen, building security is sending me their feeds now, and it looks like you are in a civilian area. Also, there is a van moving your way from two stories above.
Ressler: All units stand down till I can confirm that Agent Navabi has that drive in hand.
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[ BRIEFCASE UNLATCHES ] [ LAPTOP BEEPS ] [ The computer screen shows the files ]
Delaine: Pleasure doing business with you.
[ Rod gives the case to Samar ]
Cooper: She’s got the case.
Ressler: Breach. Go. Now. Breach. FBI! Hands in the air!
Liz: Hands! Hands!
[ Delaine and Rod put their hand up ]
[ SIRENS WAILING, TIRES SQUEALING ]
[ The black van approaches ]
Aram: Agent Keen. Agent Keen! Watch out!
[ The van opens with automatic fire 💥💥💥 💥💥💥 ] [ Delaine is hit. Others take cover ]
[ TIRES SCREECH ]
Rod: Delaine!
[ 💥💥💥 Gunfight ‼️💥💥💥 ]
Liz: We’re under fire! We’re under fire!
Quayle: What the hell’s going on?
[ 💥💥💥 GUNFIRE CONTINUES 💥💥💥] [ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ]
[ A man jumps out of the black van and grabs the case ]
Man: Got it now.
[ TIRES SCREECH, ENGINE REVS ] [ TIRES SCREECH ]
[ Ressler shoots the man with case ] [ GUNSHOTS 💥💥 ] [ The case is thrown free ]
[ TIRES SCREECH ] [ 💥💥💥 ]
[ Another man jumps out of the van and grabs the case. He gets back in ]
[ Ressler and Liz shoot at the van 💥💥💥 💥💥💥 but it escapes ]
Ressler: All units, we got an 11-54. Repeat. Black van. 11-54.
[ Rod goes to Delaine ]
Rod: Delaine!
Samar: I’ll call 911.
Rod: Help! Please! God, help!
[ SOUNDS DISTORTS ] [ Samar dials. On Samar’s phone LINE RINGING ]
Automated voice: If you’d like to make a call, please–
Liz: All units, 10-71! Officers down!
[ Samar dials again ]
Samar’s phone: If you’d like to make a call –
Liz: I repeat, officers down!
Samar’s phone: – please hang up and try again.
[ Samar looks at her phone. It says “RECENTS 119 (2)” ~ Samar has dialed the wrong number, twice ]
[ LIZ SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY ]
Samar’s phone: If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator.
Rod: Help is on the way. It’s going to be okay.
[ SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE ]

 
[ Red’s cell ]
[ Red pulls in the string that was attached to his trained rat. At the end is a mini liquor bottle with a rolled up note inside. He removes and unrolls the note. On it is written: “What can I do? D” ]
Red: Ah.

 
[ In the parking ramp, the dead and wounded are being evacuated ]
Liz: They must’ve found out the hard drive was sold to the Israelis. Maybe Uhlman told the Chinese a new buyer was in the picture.
Samar: According to him, the Chinese don’t know what was on the drive.
Liz: Well, they knew enough to know it was valuable.
Ressler: Thank you. Aram just I.D.’d the guy that I shot. Suspected MSS agent here on non-official cover. Liz: We need to put eyes on the airport.
Samar: They don’t need to get to the airport.
Ressler: All they have to do is get to the embassy.

 
[ Inside the black van, a man has the briefcase on his lap ]
Man: [ In Chinese ] Arriving now. Alert Beijing.
[ The black van approaches the gate of the Chinese Embassy ]
[ BRAKES SQUEAK ]
[ The gatekeeper emerges with a clipboard ] [ BUZZES ] [ The gate begins to open ]
[ VEHICLE APPROACHING ] [ ENGINE REVS ] [ A black SUV ⚡️crashes⚡️into the black van ]
[ Ressler, Liz and Samar jump out of the SUV ]
[ The gatekeeper runs to a phone ] [ DIALING ]
[ GROANING ]
Ressler: Hands! Show me your hands!
Samar: Don’t move.
[ Samar retrieves the briefcase ]

 
[ Cooper’s office ]
Cooper: Excellent news. Our agents were able to intercept the Chinese. We recovered the drive.
Quayle: I have to admit, your Task Force, whoever they are, they’re good.
Cooper: I’d trust any one of them with my life. It does still bother me, though – the meeting.
Quayle: The meeting?
Cooper: The one sabotaged by the MSS. How did the Chinese know? Wasn’t the Pawnbrokers. They’d already sold out to the Mossad, and it wasn’t Agent Navabi. Her loyalties are clear.
Quayle: Director Cooper, you assured me this op was a closed loop.
Cooper: I also assured you that I would deliver this drive to you without accessing its contents. Turns out, I was unable to accommodate your request.
Quayle: If your team accessed data from this drive–
[ Quayle reaches for the drive. Cooper stops her ]
Cooper: We did. That Hardekopf kid He was pretty smart. His decryption algorithm worked. Our analysts are busy sifting through Chinese cables sent between Beijing and their U. S. embassy. But it turns out the breach is extensive, as is their network of informants. Your name is all over the cables. You argued against us executing a warrant to arrest the Pawnbrokers because you wanted to give the Chinese time to get that disk before we could. You told them about our op. You were never assisting the FBI. You’re working for the Chinese.
Quayle: You have no authority to access this drive. Any information you have is a breach. It’ll never hold up in court.
[ Marshals appear ]
Cooper: The less you say, the better.
[ The marshals escort Quayle away ]
Quayle: [ SIGHS ]

 
[ Rod Uhlman sits at a table in an interrogation room. Ressler and Samar observe from the other side of the one-way glass ]
Samar: Is he going to talk?
Ressler: Not yet, but he will. Told the Baltimore PD officer on the car ride over that he’s got a warehouse filled with elicit items over on Monument Street, everything from, uh, narcotics to stolen art to military-grade weapons to counterfeit currency.
Samar: So – what are you waiting for?
Ressler: Just trying to figure out how to tell him his wife just died. [ SIGHS ]
[ DOOR OPENS, CLOSES ]
[ Samar watches from outside as Ressler breaks the bad news to Rod Uhlman. Rod covers his face and sobs. Samar looks on, wide-eyed ]

 
[ A double line of inmates heads toward the prison yard. Vontae catches up to Red ]
Vontae: Yo, Mr. Reddington, hey, look, I’ve been thinking about this this thing, this dispute, and how it all started over my lunch meat.
Red: [ CHUCKLES ] That’s a lovely sentiment, Vontae, but I’m afraid this conflict predates out acquaintance.
Vontae: Just let me finish what I’m trying to say. You had my back. You had it like nobody ever has – not my father, not my friends, certainly none of these fools in here. Nobody’s ever given two dumps about me, but you did – over some stupid pimento loaf. So I want you to know I got you out there, okay? No matter what happens, just remember, Vontae Jones got your back.
Red: Thank you, Vontae. Just don’t get in the way of anything sharp.
Baldomero: Over here, anciano.
Red: [ To Vega ] Where’s my record player?
Vega: You are one dumb son of a bitch.
Red: Any last words, Baldomero? I’m sure we’d all like to hear them.
Baldomera: Go ahead. You first.
Red: My accomplishments are an open book, but you – I don’t know. Coming clean might be good for your soul.
Baldomera: What’s that mean?
Red: Well, surely, your prison-yard playmates would love to hear the truth that you’re awaiting trial for and bragging about a crime you didn’t commit? Well, it’s true, isn’t it? Don’t get me wrong. You deserve to be incarcerated for any number of ungodly crimes, but you didn’t heist that armored truck.
[ Baldomero stands. The other inmates move closer to hear Red ]
Vega: How do you know he didn’t do it?
Red: I know because Ziggy Chapman and his kid brother Tip stole the rig to pay off a debt they owed me. I refused the cash, of course, as it was unlaundered and the boys were way too hot, what with the dead guards. The brothers had to pawn the damn truck along with its contents.
Baldomera: You talk too much.
Red: Listen, at least you’re in here telling lies with your buddies instead of on the street, looking over your shoulder for Anunzio Ross. Why you did him dirty, I have no idea. Anunzio has a long memory and a passion for vengeance, which is, presumably, why you’re not trying particularly hard to get out of here. Am I wrong?
[ Baldomera YELLS and lunges at Red. But Vontae trips him and none of the other inmates come to Baldomera‘s aid ]
Red: That acrid scent lingering in the air is bull feces, the stench of a man who’s in prison for a crime he didn’t commit but takes credit for because he’s afraid of Anunzio Ross.
[ Baldomera’s knife is lying free. Red picks it up and throws it over the fence ]
[ Baldomera SCREAMS once more and is about to jump Red ]
[ GUNSHOT 💥 ]
[ The prisoners fall to their knees, hands behind their heads ]
Warden: That’s it! We’re done! Break it up! Your lucky day, Baldomero.
Baldomera: Yeah? Why’s that?
Warden: Your lawyer’s here. Something about you getting out.
Red: [ CHUCKLES ] Well, what do you know?
[ Baldomero glares at Red. Red nods at him ]

 
[ Liz and Red talk in the visitors room ]
Liz: Well, I hope it was worth it.
Red: What? I gave you the Pawnbrokers. I thought you’d be happy.
Liz: You gave us the Pawnbrokers knowing we would raid their warehouse and find evidence that proves Alfonse Baldomero was innocent of the crime he was being held for.
Red: Is that why he was released?
Liz: You know it is.
Red: I know I did what I had to do to stay alive long enough to win my freedom back.
Liz: You really think you’re gonna get out of here?
Red: I assume that was a rhetorical question.
Liz: I’m glad you’re safe, but now a dangerous criminal is walking the streets.
Red: That may be. But life is often surprising. And death is even more so.

 
[ A seedy drinking establishment]
[ Robbie Nevil’s ♪ “All Eyes On You” plays ]
– Baldomero, congrats.
– Glad you’re back, bro.
[ DANCE MUSIC BLARES IN DISTANCE ]
[ Baldomero stumbles into the men’s room to take a leak. Another man follows him in ]
Man: Baldomero, hey, good to see you out.
Baldomero: I don’t know you.
Man: Nah. But I know you.
[ The man flicks open a switch blade 🔪 and stabs Baldomero multiple times ] [ GRUNTING ]
[ Baldomero sinks to the floor ]
Man: Anunzio Ross says hello.
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[ RINGS, CLICKS ]
Man: [ On phone ] Hey, it’s me. Please tell Mr. Reddington thank you. Mr. Ross is square with Baldomero.
Dembe: I’ll pass that along. [ BEEPS ]

 
[ Red enters the dining room. Heads turn. Vontae walks proudly a few steps behind Red ]
Older inmate: Heard old-man Ross finally got square with Baldomero. Ain’t life a bitch?
[ INDISTINCT TALKING ]

♪ What do you got to do?
Watch the man, watch the man

♪ Smokey’s got his eye on you
Change the plan, got to change the plan

♪ How you gonna walk the streets?
Head up high, head up high

 
[ Lights are dim at the Post Office. Samar sits at her desk. She is reading something on her computer, an entry on “Aphasia.” Portions blur away but several come into focus: ]

“Aphasia is the inability to comprehend language due to damage to specific brain regions. This damage is typically caused by a cerebral vascular accident (“stroke”) or head trauma … To be diagnosed with aphasia, a person’s language or speech must be significantly impaired …

“The difficulties of people with aphasia can range from occasional trouble with finding words to losing the ability to speak … or write; intelligence, however, is unaffected.”

Samar moves to: “Signs and Symptoms”:

“People with aphasia may experience the following signs and symptoms …
● Inability to comprehend language
● Inability to pronounce, not due to muscle paralysis or weakness
● Inability to speak spontaneously
● Inability to form words …

Under “Progressive aphasias,” Samar sees:

Primary progressive aphasia (PPA) is a neurodegenerative focal demen– … dementia/Pick Complex Motor neuron … Gradual loss of language function occurs in the context … Symptoms usually begin with word finding problems …

 
[ Vega comes to Red’s cell. He holds his phonograph with records on top ]
Vega: Mr. Reddington.
Red: Ah, Vega. Look at you, bearing gifts. Come in, come in. Ah.

 
[ Liz’s apartment ]
Liz: [ CHUCKLES ] That man is capable of anything. He’s gonna get the immunity agreement upheld. It’s only a matter of days before he’s out.
Lilly: Then this should help.
Liz: What is it?
Lilly: A big break. Buck felt so bad he couldn’t recover Reddington’s file that he went back and tried again. It’s not the data, but it turns out the file names were coded using patient-intake dates. October 3, 1991.
Liz: The date Reddington was admitted?
Lilly: Mm-hmm.
Liz: So you think if we find a surgery on or around this date, that patient might know something?
[ Lilly shows Liz a folder on a man ]
Lilly: Klepper, Gerald Todd. Visited Dr. Koehler in December of ’91. That’s two months after Reddington would’ve been there.
Liz: Maybe that’s close enough. They might’ve crossed paths.
Lilly: You know him?
Liz: I don’t. But we’re gonna find him.
 
[ The phonograph plays ]

♪ Baby, you–

Vontae: Mr. Reddington.
Red: Vontae, you look excited.
Vontae: Ah, well, Baldomero’s cell is free and nice. It’s got a window even. Smells nice, too.
Red: I heard. I spoke with Officer Frye. I think you’re gonna be a lot happier in there.
Vontae: Wait. What about you?
Red: I’ve grown rather fond of my dark, little corner.
Are you a fan of champagne, Vontae?
[ Red pulls three mini bottles of champagne through the pipe ]
Vontae: I don’t really know.
[ Red pops the top off one and gives it to Vontae ]
Red: [ CHUCKLES ] Well, let’s give it a shot.
[ Vontae drinks and smiles ]
Red: To the small things in life.
Red: [ CHUCKLES ]
[ Another CORK POPS ]

 
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Episode Songs

 

♫ Bottom of the River
By Delta Rae

♪ Hold my hand
Ooh, baby, it’s a long way down to the bottom of the river
Hold my hand
Ooh, baby, it’s a long way down, a long way down

♪ If you get sleep or if you get none
(The cock’s gonna call in the morning, baby)
Check the cupboard for your daddy’s gun
(Red sun rises like an early warning)
The Lord’s gonna come for your first born son
(His hair’s on fire and his heart is burning)
So go to the river where the water runs
(Wash him deep where the tides are turning)

♪ And if you fall…
And if you fall…

♪ Hold my hand
Ooh, baby, it’s a long way down to the bottom of the river
Hold my hand
Ooh, baby, it’s a long way down, a long way down

♪ The wolves will chase you by the pale moonlight
(Drunk and driven by a devil’s hunger)
Drive your son like a railroad spike
(Into the water, let it pull him under)
Don’t you lift him, let him drown alive
(The good Lord speaks like a rolling thunder)
Let that fever make the water rise
(And let the river run dry)

♪ And I said

♪ Hold my hand
Ooh, baby, it’s a long way down to the bottom of the river
Hold my hand
Ooh, baby, it’s a long way down, a long way down
Hold my hand
Ooh, baby, it’s a long way, a long long long way
Hold my hand
Ooh, baby, it’s a long way down, a long way down

♪ Hold my hand
Hold my hand
Hold my hand, long way down, to the bottom of the
Hold my hand, it’s a long way down, a long way down
Hold my hand, ooh baby, it’s a long way down
Hold my hand, ooh baby, it’s a long way down
Hold my hand, ooh baby, it’s a long
Hold my hand, ooh baby, it’s a long way down, a long way down

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2sBbuPq
YouTube: https://youtu.be/bimam2j2gEg

 

♫ My One And Only A
By Albert Lennard, Ty Ardis and Noah Jackson

♪ (unavailable as of 1/18/2019)

Lyrics and Credits: (unavailable as of 1/18/2019)
YouTube: https://youtu.be/l4X6FhOhl6Q

 

♫ All Eyes On You
By Robbie Nevil

[Verse 1]
♪ Looking for attention
Someone turn up the lights
But come the main attraction
You can do whatever you like

[Chorus]
♪ You know you got
All eyes on, all eyes on you
You know you want
All eyes on, all eyes on you

[Verse 2]
♪ Smiling for the cameras
Now they know who you are
Set the world on fire
Everybody knows you’re a star

[Chorus]
♪ You know you got
All eyes on, all eyes on you
You know you want
All eyes on, all eyes on you

[Post-Chorus]
♪ You got the world
I think you know it’s you
And you’re the best at everything you do
You know you got
All eyes on, all eyes on you

[Bridge]
♪ I’ll say, let it show
Got the smile but never let it go
You make everyone
Stop and stare, a love affair, you wonder one

[Verse 3]
♪ Center of attention
Someone do it right
When you’re the main attraction
You get to show whatever you like

[Chorus]
♪ You know you got
All eyes on, all eyes on you
You know you want
All eyes on, all eyes on you

[Post-Chorus]
♪ You got the world
I think you know it’s you
And you’re the best at everything you do
You know you got
All eyes on, all eyes on you

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2MiNKZe
YouTube: https://youtu.be/X9Db4rNETQk

 
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🔴 Script 6:5 Alter Ego (№ 131)

 
Program air date: 2/1/2019 in the US
Script Permalink: https://wp.me/pDKwi-93f
Entertainment Weekly Recap: http://bit.ly/2BedrWG
 

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Director: John Terlesky
Written by: Sean Hennen, Lukas Reiter

 

 

⭕ Script 6:5 Alter Ego (№ 131)

 

Brief (Where we’re at): Red has ruled the block at Colton Prison, but Liz and her half-sister Lilly (Jennifer) have taken the time of his incarceration to have a geek friend mine the contents of the file of Dr Koehler’s plastic surgery patients. They want to find out who Red was before he took on the identity of their dead father, the real Raymond Reddington. The information on Red, however, has been thoroughly erased (by Red) – except for the file names which were coded using patient-intake dates. For Red, this was October 3, 1991. They have found the file of someone who had a procedure done a couple of months later, Gerald Todd Klepper, who visited Dr. Koehler in December of 1991. They plan to track down this person to see if he crossed paths with Red.

Also outstanding is the question Red is bent on answering. He thinks someone may have tipped off the police. He was arrested for possessing an unregistered and defaced firearm (the serial number had been scratched off). This is a federal crime. If he is found guilty of this, his entire Immunity Agreement will be invalidated and he will face the death penalty. However, he maintains the arrest was an “unreasonable search and seizure,” protected under the Fourth Amendment. At face value, he was simply buying pretzels at a pretzel stand. But — did someone call in a tip? If so, Red is determined to find out who. The problem is — it was his beloved Liz.

 
[ Billionnaire Harris Van Ness meets with Dembe ]
Van Ness: Dembe, I trust Raymond. I do. He and I go back decades. But what the hell is going on? I wake up this morning, make an espresso, open the paper–
[ Van Ness slaps down a newspaper. There is a large photo of Red being led in handcuffs, with the headline: Fugitive Criminal Sees Day In C– ]
Dembe: It’s under control.
Van Ness: We have hundreds of millions of dollars invested in Reddington.
Dembe: Which have always returned a handsome profit.
Van Ness: Your boss is looking at the death penalty. What happens if he cuts a deal?
Dembe: Do you believe that Raymond would cut a deal with the FBI?
Van Ness: My partners do. Carlo Androssani thinks we should cut ties with Reddington, insulate ourselves from any of the, uh, fallout.
Dembe: Is that a threat?
Van Ness: He called for a vote.
Dembe: Can Raymond count on your support?
Van Ness: I’m the least of his problems.
Dembe: Does he have your vote?
Van Ness: Yes. But you prepare for war. Carlo and the others are out for blood.

 
[ Harris Van Ness arrives home from work and greets his pet dog ]
[ Vera Lynn’s ♪ “We’ll Meet Again” plays on a phonograph ]

♪ We’ll meet again
Don’t know where

Van Ness: [ To dog ] Hey! Hello, honey! Good to see I missed you all day. Let’s go see Mom.

♪ I know we’ll meet again some sunny day

[ Van Ness goes to the kitchen ]
Van Ness: [ SIGHS ] [ Loudly, to his wife who must be elsewhere ] Oh, boy, that smells good, whatever that is! Are the Clarks here yet?!
[ DOG BARKING ]
Van Ness: Daisy, be quiet! [ Loudly ] Hey, I found that Slovenian wine you wanted – this Rebula
[ CHUCKLES ] I-I had to go all the way up to, uh, the Crestview, uh, winery to find–

♪ Drive the dark clouds far away

[ Van Ness enters the dining room. Three people are seated at the table, but they are motionless, their heads thrown back, their mouths gaping. He rushes to his wife ]
Van Ness: Cyn? Cyn? Oh, my God. Cyn, can you hear me? Cynthi– Please, honey! Open your eyes! Op–
[ FLOORBOARD CREAKS ] [ Van Ness sees a man – wearing an ape mask and holding a gun ]

♪ I won’t be long
They’ll be happy to know
That as you saw me go
I was singing this song

[ Threatening with his gun, the man opens a thermos of steaming liquid, pours it in a cap and beckons Van Ness to drink it ]

♪ We’ll meet again
Don’t know where
Don’t know when
But I know we’ll meet again
Some sunny day

[ Two other people wearing identical ape masks appear ]

♪ We’ll meet again
Don’t know where
Don’t know when
But I know we’ll meet again
Some sunny day

[ Van Ness throws the cup of steaming liquid at the man in the mask with the gun and runs into the kitchen ]
Man: Aah!

♪ Keep smiling through
Just like you always do
Till the blue skies
Drive the dark clouds far away

[ The three disguised people wrestle him to the floor and force the liquid down. One of them has long black hair ]
[ GRUNTS, GURGLES, COUGHING ]

♪ So, will you please say hello
To the folks that I know
Tell them I won’t be long

[ Once Van Ness is unconscious, the three position him in a dining chair like the others ]

♪ They’ll be happy to know
That as you saw me go
I was singing this song

[ In the kitchen, one of the three turns on the gas burners without lighting the flame ]
[ BURNERS CLICKING ]

♪ We’ll meet again
Don’t know where
Don’t know when

[ The three leave the house, running. The little dog barks at them through the window. ] [ DOG BARKING ] [ BEEPING ]

♪ But I know we’ll meet again
Some sunny d-a-a-ay

[ There is an 🔥💥🔥 Explosion 🔥💥🔥 and flames engulf most of the house ]

 
[ Federal Courtroom, Southern District of New York ]
Judge Roberta Wilkins: This case is calendared for a 12(B) hearing. The defendant is challenging the constitutionality of a search that led to the discovery of an unregistered, defaced firearm seized from his possession. Is that correct, Mr. Reddington?
Red: Yes, Your Honor, on the grounds that the search was unreasonable and therefore a violation of the Fourth Amendment.
Judge Wilkins: So you are familiar with Fourth Amendment jurisprudence?
Red: One of my favorite Amendments. Top three. Maybe five.
Judge Wilkins: Feel free to make light, Mr. Reddington, but this is serious business. If you lose and I allow that gun to be admitted into evidence against you, the Government will consider that a violation of your immunity agreement. And without immunity, you will be facing multiple capital offenses.
Red: Your Honor, please. I’m on pins and needles as it is, and you’re not helping the matter.
Judge Wilkins: I want you to hire an attorney.
Red: And I appreciate your concern.
Judge Wilkins: It’s my obligation to let you know what you’re up against. A motion to suppress involves a complex legal analysis, one that should be done by someone with a legal education.
Red: Which I have.
Judge Wilkins: You’ll need to explain that.
Red: We’re both legal professionals. Your business is to apply the law. Mine is to break it. You studied your profession. Why would you assume I haven’t studied mine?
Judge Wilkins: So you’re familiar with the legal standard I’ll be using to evaluate Officer Baldwin’s search?
Red: If you’re referring to the reasonable-suspicion standard as articulated by Justice Warren in Terry v. Ohio, I am.
Judge Wilkins: Fair enough, Mr. Reddington. Though it may literally be your funeral, let’s proceed.
Red: A-Apologies, Your Honor. If I could request a brief recess.
Asst US Atty Michael Sima: Oh, here we go.
Red: I’m sorry. Did you say something?
Sima: Let me guess. Your suit isn’t quite pressed to your liking. Or did you prefer sparkling water instead of still?
Red: Michael, really. The process is brutal enough. I’m doing my very best despite my feelings about you. You could at least make the effort to be civil.
Judge Wilkins: Denied. I see no reason to break this early, unless it’s some kind of emergency.
Red: That it is. I need to meet with the FBI about a time-sensitive case. My immunity agreement may be in jeopardy, but while it remains intact, I intend to live up to its obligations.

 
[ The holding cell where Red stays during the court proceedings ]
Liz: You can’t just pause the legal proceedings to give me a case.
Red: I have a situation.
Liz: The judge is furious!
Red: Ever since word of my capture hit the press, certain associates are looking to kick me to the curb.
Liz: I know you’ve got a lot of enemies out there, but right now your biggest enemy is in that courtroom.
Red: Harris Van Ness.
Liz: What if you lose this hearing and they throw out your immunity agreem–
Red: Do you know who I’m talking about?
Liz: Harris Van Ness? The billionaire big in cargo freighters, died in a fire last week.
Red: Van Ness was murdered because of his business affiliations with me.
Liz: You’re being paranoid. It was an accident.
Red: [ CHUCKLES ] There are no accidents around me. Not unless they’re on purpose.

 
[ The Post Office ]
Liz: Reddington claims the explosion was a targeted hit aimed at Van Ness because he’s supporting Reddington in ongoing business dealings.
Cooper: What business?
Liz: Van Ness is one of a group of associates, some of whom want to sever ties with Reddington because of his arrest.
Ressler: A one-percenter gets knocked off for being in league with Reddington, and now he wants us to find his killer?
Samar: And Reddington has no idea who did it?
Liz: He’s got a lot of enemies who want a piece of his empire.
Ressler: Lucky for him, he’s got the FBI to protect it.
Cooper: As for protecting Reddington, he’s our C.I. Should he ever get out of prison, we’re gonna want him to be as powerful as possible.
Liz: Let’s start with the family. My guess is a man of his wealth is gonna have a lot of people coming out of the woodwork.

 
[ A man (Roger Price) leads Ressler and Liz down a corridor to the room where Van Ness’s will is to be read ]
Ressler: How many people were given notice?
Roger Price: 32. Mr. Van Ness had many bequests.
Liz: We understand that the reading of the will can be emotional. We’ll do what we can to respect that.
Ressler: I’m sorry. What’s your name? We might have some questions after we talk to the family.
Roger Price: I don’t know why you’d have any questions. Paper said it was an accident.
[ Roger Price opens the door ] [ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS ]
Roger Price: These are good people. You want to respect them? Let them mourn in peace.
Ashton Hirsh (officiating): [ Reading ] “$10 million each to Human Rights Watch, the NAACP, and Brown University. The remainder of my estate I leave to my son, Timothy Peterson.”
[ ATTENDEES MURMURING ]
Ressler: [ Low voice ] I didn’t think Van Ness had kids.
Liz: Uh, apparently neither did anyone else.
Ashton Hirsh: Harris wanted this letter read along with his will. “Timothy, forgive me. I loved your mother, but I didn’t have the courage to stay with her. I know this is an awkward way to introduce you to your extended family, but it’s the only way I know how to make amends. Take the fruits of my labor and do great things. Love, your father.”
[ ATTENDEES MURMURING ]
[ Ashton Hirsh walks down the center aisle and hands the letter to Timothy Peterson ]

 
[ Red’s holding cell ] [ CELL DOOR CLICKS ] [ Dembe is let in to talks to Red through the bars ]
Red: Ah! [ LAUGHS ] What a pleasant sight.
Dembe: My friend.
Red: Thank goodness for the prison chaplain.
Dembe: He said you designated me to provide spiritual advice.
Red: Oh, it had the dual benefit of getting you in here and also being true. Van Ness is dead. Without him, I don’t have the votes to prevent Androssani from cutting me off. I need you to reassure Androssani. Reason with him. And if that doesn’t work, kill him. That should scare up a vote or two.
Dembe: Then what?
Red: We’ll see.
Dembe: And then what?
Red: You do know I didn’t really ask you here to give me spiritual advice, right?
Dembe: I’m going to give you some anyway. Be honest.
Red: I need that vote.
Dembe: Tell Elizabeth the truth.
Red: Everything rests on this.
Dembe: Money rests on this. Power. Not peace of mind.
Red: Something has to be done.
Dembe: It is. You are fighting for your freedom. Every day I pray that you get it. For now, you must leave the rest to fate.
Red: I make my own fate.
Dembe: Not from here.
Red: [ BREATHES DEEPLY ] I’m asking you to do this.
Dembe: And I am trying to save your soul.

 
[ At work, Samar is watching a video of a therapist on her computer. On another screen is a Scrabble game ]
Therapist: Uh, there’s signs. The inability to recall prepositions is a common symptom of aphasia. Recommended therapies include word games, rote repetition, uh, either on your own or in a individualized, – one-on-one, or group-therapy format.
Samar: [ Softly ] Under. Above. Following.
Therapist: The important thing is to start early.
Samar: To. Unto. Despite. Without.
[ Aram comes up behind her ]
Aram: “Quetzals.” That is the national bird of Guatemala and, weirdly, one of its monetary units.
Samar: Good to know.
[ Samar closes the game ]
Aram: No, wait, wait, wait, wait. No, no. If you put the Q and the S on the triple word score, it’s worth over 300 points.
Samar: Did you find out about Timothy Peterson?
Aram: Right. Work.
[ Aram walks away ]

 
[ Aram briefs the task force ]
Aram: As of the reading of his father’s will, Tim Peterson is the 511th-richest man in America and, I’m fairly confident, the only billionaire working in a bowling alley and living in a trailer park. Ressler: Looks like that apple fell a few, uh, light-years from the tree.
Aram: Oh, that’s putting it mildly. His credit score is 580, he’s $62,000 in debt, and he has got a criminal record.
Cooped: Unpaid speeding tickets, public intoxication, a bar fight that got him thrown in jail for a week.
Liz: It seems like more of a slacker than a killer.
Samar: His inheritance came as a complete surprise. Then what motivation would he have to kill his father if he didn’t know about it?
Aram: Well, let’s say he did know. How does a kid living in a trailer park outside Arlington connect in any way to Mr. Reddington?
Ressler: And if he doesn’t, why are we even on this case?
Cooper: Because something doesn’t add up, and I want to know why. Navabi, the people in his posts, I want to know everything about them. Ressler, Keen, talk to Peterson. Find out what he knew about his old man and when he knew it.

 
[ Liz and Ressler track Tim Peterson to an elegant hotel where a large group of rowdy, casually dressed young people are gathered outside, drinking beer ]
Ressler: Well, it didn’t take him long to spend the old man’s money.
Liz: Sure beats the trailer park.
[ ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ]
Ressler: I’ve been to my share of Irish wakes, but this is ridiculous.
[ MAN cracks a beer and GRUNTS ] [ Ressler walks up to him ]
Ressler: Hate to interrupt Miller Time, but where’s Tim Peterson at?
Man: [ Yells over ] Hey, Tim! Hide your cash! The IRS is already here. [ CHUCKLES ]
Ressler: Tim Peterson. Agents Ressler, Keen. FBI.
Tim Peterson: [ Drunkenly ] FBI? Don’t worry. The hotel suite is bought and paid for.
Ressler: We just have a few questions surrounding your father’s death.
Tim: You and me both.
[ PEOPLE CHANTING “CHUG” ] [ CHEERING ]
Ressler: When was the last time you spoke with him?
Tim: Far as I can recall, I never spoke to him. I didn’t even know he was my father till the lawyer called, told me to come to the reading of the will.
Liz: What questions do you have?
Tim: Why didn’t he get in touch with me when he was alive? What kept him from wanting to get to know me? And most importantly, why’d he leave me all this dough?
Ressler: You don’t seem too upset about him dying.
Tim: It’s just DNA. Like I said, I never met the man.
[ An attractive Asian-looking woman appears and snuggles up to Tim ]
Deidre: Tim, who are the late arrivals?
Tim: Hey, princess. These are my new friends from the FBI.
Deidre: Hi, new friends from the FBI. I’m Deidre. I’m Tim’s–
Tim: She’s my shooting star.
Deidre: Aww.
[ They kiss ]
Deidre: Can I get you a drink? What would you like?
Liz: Answers to a few questions.
Deidre: [ Quickly, mockingly ] I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help me God. [ Smiles ] We met at the bowling alley.
Tim: [ LAUGHING ] It only took her three frames to get her shoe stuck in the ball return.
Deidre: I had to press the little “help” button, and he came and got my shoe back. But I’ll be damned if he didn’t steal my heart in the process. I teach second grade in Bedford. Guess I love being around kids ’cause I come from a big family. Seeing as he didn’t know much about his, I encouraged him.
Tim: I got my birth certificate, found out my mom had died. She moved to California after she had me, got married, had another kid. Deidre held my hand, I pick up the phone – Next thing, I had a sister.
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Helen Litke: I always thought I was an only child. When Mom passed, I didn’t have anyone but Marcus.
Marcus Duncan: And when we heard that Helen had a brother, I didn’t know what to think.
Helen: We flew across the country to meet him. And I gave him a big hug. Probably talk once a day on the phone now. Uh, when Tim called to tell me who his father was and what had happened–
Marcus: We were happy for him. How could you not be?
Helen: But I’m just glad I have a brother. That’s what matters to me.

 
[ The Courtroom ]
Judge Wilkins: Mr. Reddington. That recess was anything but brief. Any further delays? Or might we finally get this show on the road?
Red: I’m finished serving the public good for the moment, Your Honor. So, yes, the Government may once again go about its business of trying to execute me.
Judge Wilkins: Wonderful. Mr. Sima?
Sima: Sir, please state your name for the record.
Officer Baldwin: Officer Michael Baldwin. Shield 21561. I’m a patrol officer with the 27th Precinct.
Sima: On the day in question, the 16th of this month, were you in fact on patrol – in the 27th Precinct?
Baldwin: Yes.
Sima: Did you make any arrests that afternoon?
Baldwin: One. I arrested that man there, in the navy-blue suit.
Sima: May the record reflect the witness has identified the defendant.
Red: Uh, o-objection.
Judge Wilkins: Grounds?
Red: That’s not entirely correct, Your Honor. The suit is actually a prunelle weave blue with a subtle overlay of red. So in the right light, it goes quite plum.
Judge Wilkins: Denied. So reflected.
Sima: Officer Baldwin, how did you come to arrest the defendant?
Baldwin: I received a radio run of a man with a gun on West 4th Street near the vicinity of the Red Brau Tavern. Dispatch described the individual as a white male, 50s, in a tan suit and hat. I approached the location on foot where I observed the defendant standing at a pretzel cart in a conversation with the vendor.
Sima: What drew your attention to the defendant?
Baldwin: It was the only suit in the area wearing a fedora-style hat.
Sima: I see. And did you arrest the defendant at that point?
Baldwin: No, sir. I approached Mr. Reddington in an effort to assess the situation. I requested ID, and he gave me a fake driver’s license and name.
Sima: Who did he say he was?
Baldwin: A shower curtain salesman named George Murphy.
Sima: How did he seem?
Baldwin: Nervous. His eyes were darting. I got the feeling that he was possibly being evasive. At one point, he turned and looked towards the tavern, which I interpreted to be a furtive gesture–
Red: Furtive? Is that what it was?
Judge Wilkins: You’ll get your turn, Mr. Reddington.
Baldwin: I asked him to turn around, and he refused, made a joke about it not being his good side. That’s when I noticed a bulge in his jacket, at his waistline.
Red: Objection.
Sima: Y-Your Honor.
Red: No. A bulge at my waistline? I’d prefer that the witness leave my bulges out of this entirely.
Judge Wilkins: You’ll– Mr. Reddington– That’s more than enough–
Red: I want that struck from the record. It’s embarrassing.
Judge Wilkins: Sit down, or I will have someone sit you down! Officer, please continue.
Baldwin: I had the defendant put his hands on the cart, and I conducted a pat-down of his person. That’s when I recovered a Browning semi-automatic pistol from a holster in the small of his back.
Sima: Your Honor, permission to approach the witness.
Judge Wilkins: Granted.
Sima: Do you recognize this weapon?
Baldwin: That’s the one I recovered. As you can see, the serial number’s been scratched off.
Sima: Your Honor, the Government moves to enter Exhibit 1 into evidence. Thank you, Officer. That’s all for now. Your witness.

 
[ The Post Office ]
Aram: Hey. Guys. Peterson’s story checks out. He was given up by his birth mother, raised in foster care, and has an alibi for the night Van Ness died. Cameras at the bowling alley show show him working that night.
Ressler: So this guy really is the luckiest half-wit in history.
Samar: Or the biggest mark.
Cooper: What did you learn about the company he keeps?
Samar: Helen Litke, Marcus Duncan, Deidre Mori – his sister, brother-in-law, and girlfriend. We’re still waiting on background information for Litke and Duncan, but the girlfriend told you she was a second-grade teacher in Bedford? The Virginia school system has no record of her.
Aram: Driver’s license and Social Security number registered to Deidre Mori are less than 12 months old.
Liz: She said she met Peterson a year ago.
Cooper: Keen, Ressler, time to have a little chat with Miss Mori. Or whoever she really is.

 
[ Courtroom ]
Red: That radio run – According to your arrest report, it was based on an anonymous tip.
Baldwin: That’s correct.
Red: So someone called 911 and said that a white man in his 50s wearing a suit and a hat was in the vicinity of the Red Brau Tavern – and that man had a gun.
Baldwin: Yes.
Red: And this tip came from someone you never spoke to, someone who also refused to give his or her name – to the police operator.
Baldwin: Yes.
Red: Completely anonymous, not a trusted source known to have been reliable in the past.
Baldwin: That’s true, but I didn’t arrest you based only on the tip. I conducted my own investigation.
Red: What investigation was that?
Baldwin: I asked for identification.
Red: Which I provided immediately.
Baldwin: A false ID.
Red: [ CHUCKLES ] No, you didn’t know that at the time. That license was created by the preeminent document forger in the world. Not in this country. On the planet. There’s not a chance you could have known it was a fake.
Baldwin: You looked nervous. Furtive.
Red: Officer Baldwin, I’ve been evading the police and law enforcement for almost 30 years. I’m the most wanted man in the world. At the time of our encounter, I was armed with a Browning 9-millimeter semi-automatic with a round in the chamber and the hammer cocked. Do you really expect this court to believe that a marshmallow disguised as a patrol officer, a comic figure in an ill-fitting uniform, could possibly make me nervous?
Sima: Objection!
Judge Wilkins: Sustained.
Baldwin: You think this is funny?! You’re a real smart guy, huh?! Well, we’ll see how smart you are!
Red: [ LAUGHS ] There he is. There’s the real Officer Baldwin. You didn’t search me for looking nervous. The truth is I was disrespectful.
Baldwin: No.
Red: I was disrespectful, you got angry, and you decided right then and there to show me you were in charge.
Baldwin: That’s not true.
Red: I was a wise ass. You said as much to your fellow officers at the scene. Tell you what – I’ll apologize for my behavior if you apologize for the illegal pat-down that has exposed me to the death penalty. No? Think about it. No further questions, Your Honor.

 
[ HORN HONKS ] [ An outdoor wedding venue ]
Ressler: Aram, do me a favor and confirm the trace on Mori’s cell.
Aram: [ On comms ] Corner of Trenton and Willoughby. I can’t get any more specific than that, but she’s there.
Ressler: Along with 50 other people.
Liz: Now we know why she isn’t answering.
Ressler: This is gonna be a mess.
[ OFFICIANT SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ]
Ressler: Did I tell you my, uh, cousin in Idaho’s getting married next week?
Liz: You’ve got a cousin in Idaho?
Ressler: Yeah. Perp-loving cop hater. There. Now you’ve met him.
Liz: I don’t see her among the guests.
Officiant: You may kiss the bride.
Ressler: That’s ’cause she’s not one of them.
[ The bride in the ceremony is Deidre! ]
[ APPLAUSE ]
[ The groom walks Deidre to a white limo and she leaves without him ]
Ressler: Does this make any sense to you?
[ Liz picks up a wedding program ]
Liz: No. Deidre’s now “Hiraki.”
Ressler: I’m guessing Hiraki’s no more real than Deidre.
Liz: He’s got to be in on it, right? Helping her con Peterson?
Ressler: Maybe she’s conning them both.

 
[ Ressler and Liz corner the “Groom” (Henry Tanaka) inside a building ]
Henry: I told you, I don’t know where she is. She left.
Liz: She left her own wedding reception?
Henry: Can we talk about this somewhere else? My parents think that Hiraki’s back th–
Ressler: No, we know her name’s not Hiraki.
Henry: Shh! Please, not here.
Liz: Wait. You know her name’s not Hiraki?
Henry: Yes, but my family has no idea. What’s this about?
Ressler: Why don’t you tell us? Why’d she leave?
Henry: That’s all I could afford.
Liz: You paid her? To marry you?
Henry: Through a service. Well, for today – for my family. My parents, they have public lives, and they’re very traditional. And this, the wedding, Hiraki and I – it’s a dream that they want to believe – to save them from the shame.
Liz: What shame? Why on Earth would you lie to your family about your marriage?
Henry: Because I’m gay. And in their world, that remains unacceptable.
Ressler: Wait. This service. What’s it called?
Henry: Alter Ego.
Liz: What’s that?

 
Jeff Gregg: Here at Alter Ego, our artists provide clients with an immersive experience. Not a performance. An experience that is unabridged. It’s unpredictable. It’s very close to real life.
Samar: So, I’m sorry. Your firm, you rent humans?
Jeff Gregg: We fill vacancies. We provide the relationships that are missing in our clients’ lives.
Samar: For example?
Jeff Gregg: A young professional wants to take the “wife” that he doesn’t have to his high-school reunion. Or a single mother wants to introduce her young 6-year-old to the father that she never had, and so she creates a new, more healthy narrative with a “father” whose story line she can write and control.
Samar: These people are paid to lie.
[ CELLPHONE BEEPS ]
Jeff Gregg: The actors may be counterfeit, but the roles and the emotional support they provide are very real.
Samar: A billionaire dies, leaving his fortune to a son that no one knew he had, and the actress playing his loving girlfriend is conning him. Do you recognize her? Does she work for your company?
Jeff Gregg: Uh, she doesn’t look familiar, but that doesn’t mean anything. We have hundreds of artists on staff.
Samar: You’re going to have to find her.
Jeff Gregg: Our employees do not con clients. If someone has taken advantage of a role or a scenario, then Alter Ego had nothing to do with it.
Samar: You can go a long way to proving that by giving me Deidre Mori’s real name.

 
Judge Wilkins: Mr. Reddington. The Government has rested. The ball’s in your court. If you intend to testify or call a witness, now would be the time.
Red: I want to hear the tape.
Judge Wilkins: Excuse me?
Red: Of the anonymous call.
Sima: We haven’t offered the tape into evidence.
Red: Exactly. How do I know it even exists? How do I know you’re not fabricating the entire call as a way to justify the search?
Sima: Should I even ask if you have any foundation for that?
Red: Oh, come on. The government pretended my immunity agreement didn’t exist. How do I know you’re not pretending the tape does?
Judge Wilkins: Under the circumstances, that’s a fair question, Mr. Sima.
Sima: This hearing is about Officer Baldwin and whether he had a reasonable suspicion that this defendant was carrying a weapon.
Red: Yes, and he relied on the information that was relayed in that call.
Sima: No. He relied on the information relayed by his dispatcher.
Red: I was targeted. I want to know why.
Sima: The why is irrelevant. What you want to know is who. You want to hear the voice on that tape.
Red: I have a Sixth Amendment right to confront my accusers.
Sima: Something tells me you’re interested in more than just confrontation. Your Honor, given this defendant’s history–
Red: What history? I haven’t made any threats. And in case you’ve forgotten, I’m in federal custody.
Sima: Oh, right, and I’m sure if you recognized the voice you’re not gonna put a bullet in that person’s head!
Judge Wilkins: Enough! Now, I agree, as a matter of law, what matters is what the officer believed at the time he conducted the pat-down, period. That said, given the government’s penchant for dishonesty where this defendant is concerned, I think it’s more than reasonable to wonder if the police are playing fair.
Red: Thank you, Your Honor.
Judge Wilkins: Oh, don’t thank me just yet. I am ordering Mr. Sima to produce the tape, but for my ears only.
Red: Objection.
Judge Wilkins: Overruled. I’m not giving you that tape, Mr. Reddington. But I will confirm that it exists and that it says what they claim. Best I can do. Back in an hour.
[ GAVEL BANGS ]

 
[ The Post Office ] [ Elevator DOOR SLIDES OPEN ]
Aram: Hey. How was Alter Ego?
Samar: Very strange. But I got copies of all of the employee files. Could tell us who the girlfriend really is.
Aram: Great. I’ll print them out. And, by the way, I downloaded Word Splurge.
Samar: Why?
Aram: So we can play against each other.
Samar: I don’t think that’s a good idea.
Aram: Okay. If you’re worried about crushing me – and my rather minuscule ego–
Samar: It’s not that.
Aram: –be warned I’m highly competitive at word games.
Samar: Aram.
Aram: And– Uh, what?
Samar: I don’t want to play.
Aram: But you do play.
Samar: On my own. And I’d like to keep it that way.
Aram: Why?
Samar: Because I do. Can you just print out the files, please?

 
Ressler: Actors being hired to play fathers, mothers, brides. How can someone lie about a thing like that?
Liz: The groom we talked to did it to please his mother.
Aram: Hiding the truth that your marriage is fake? I don’t know how long that can last. In a relationship, the truth always comes out.
Liz: [ Reading ] MaryAnn. 35. Registered nurse. [ LAUGHS ] Special skills – marijuana distributor with an intuitive understanding of supply and demand. [ To Ressler: ] This would be the perfect date for your cousin’s wedding.
Aram: Wait. What? I love weddings. Wait. If you need a plus-one, I’m totally down to go.
Liz: I’m only half-kidding. I mean, we all know how amazing you are, but you’re pushing 40 with no prospects. Why let your cousin in on that?
Ressler: Because it’s the truth, the part about me being amazing.
Liz: She’s fluent in Spanish and French.
Ressler: I’m not gonna lie about being someone I’m not.
[ Samar holds out the photo of – “Deidre” ]
Samar: Unlike our blushing bride – Jan Chuckerman.
Liz: Does it say who hired her? Sister or brother-in-law?
Aram: I highly doubt it, because they’re fake, too.
[ He lays down photos of the others ]
Samar: They’re all actors?
Ressler: This tells us the who, but not the how. Peterson was the illegitimate son no one knew about. How did they?
Liz: They had someone on the inside. [ Holds out a photo of Roger ] Recognize him?
Ressler: That’s the kid from the estate hearing, the one who didn’t give us his name.
Liz: And now we know why.
Ressler: He had all the information. Must be his op. I say we bring him in. He’s an actor. Let’s see how well he performs under pressure.

 
[ Tim Peterson stumbles through the lobby of the hotel with a bottle of champagne ]
Tim: [ SLURRING ] Thanks. Put this on the room, too. And 50% for you. Cheers.
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[ In the suite, Deidre is being beaten by Marcus ]
Deidre: [ GROANS ] Okay.
Helen: Stop!
[ ELEVATOR BELL DINGS ]
Helen: God. Stop. She’s had enough.
Deidre: No! Do it again. One more.
[ Marcus punches Deidre again ] [ SMACK ] [ GROANS ]
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[ Tim gets off the elevator ] [ DEIDRE GROANS IN DISTANCE ]
[ Tim enters the bedroom. Deidre has taken another blow and is on the floor, her face bruised ]
Marcus: Hey, Tim. You’re early.

 
[ Samar and Ressler are in an interrogation room with Roger. On the table are photos of the four people killed in the attack on the Van Ness home ]
Samar: Look familiar? They should. You killed them.
Roger: I want a lawyer.
Ressler: How ’bout we start with the senior partner at your firm? Ashton Hirsh. Want to know what he told us? That Harris Van Ness had a heart attack last year, that he amended his will after that to include his son.
Samar: He also said that you were his personal assistant and that you filed the amendment.
Roger: I was doing my job. That’s not a crime.
Ressler: What about Tim Peterson’s will? Did you have access to that, as well? See whether or not he changed it to make sure that his loved ones were taken care of?
Samar: Except they’re not his loved ones, are they, Roger?
Roger: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Samar: They’re actors. Just like you.
Ressler: We know about Alter Ego, that you’re hired out to play parts, that you figured out how these three play the part of a lifetime – the family that Tim Peterson never had.
Samar: It was a clever plan getting into Peterson’s life a year ago, making sure he trusted them before you murdered his father.
Roger: I didn’t kill anyone.
Samar: Sounds like you know who did.
Roger: No one was supposed to die. I made that clear from the beginning. Van Ness was sick. It was just a matter of time. But Marcus – He was getting antsy. He wanted his cut, and I told him to wait. He wouldn’t listen. Not about Van Ness or or about Tim.
Ressler: He’s not gonna wait to bleed Tim dry, is he?
Roger: No. He’s working, uh, much faster than that.

 
Tim: Deidre, what is he doing to you?
Marcus: [ To Helen ] Go get the pills.
Helen: They’re in my room.
Marcus: Then don’t just stand there like a post! Go get ’em!
Tim: Talk to me! Hey! No one’s going anywhere! – Just –
[ Tim grab’s Helen’s arm ]
[ GUN COCKS ] [ Marcus points the gun at Tim ]
Marcus: Helen, go get the damn pills.
[ Helen leaves ]
Tim: What is this? Why are you doing this?
Marcus: For the money.

 
[ Liz and Ressler arrive at the hotel ]
Bellhop: Peterson’s on the 16th floor, in the penthouse suite.
Ressler: I’ll go up. You secure the building.
Liz: [ To the Bellhop ] I’m gonna need you to take me to your head of security.

 
Marcus: Tell him.
Tim: Tell him what?
Marcus: Tell him.
Deidre: I’m pregnant.
Marcus: It’s yours, Tim-bo. A real-life bun in the oven. Congratulations.
Deidre: Sorry, babe, but how else do you think we’re gonna get that cash? Here’s how it works.
You found out about the baby–
Marcus: You didn’t take the news so well. Of course you’ve been drinking. And along with the pills–
Deidre: We fought, you got violent.
Tim: No.
Marcus: No choice but to defend herself. She got her hands on that gun of yours you’ve been traveling with ever since you got rich and paranoid.
Tim: Nobody’s gonna believe you.
Deidre: Honestly? Tim – A kid from a trailer park – drunk and high on pills is killed by his pregnant girlfriend who’s only trying to defend herself?
[ Helen returns ]
Helen: Got ’em. Here you go.
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[ ELEVATOR BELL DINGS ] [ Ressler exits the elevator ]
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Tim: You’ll never get the money. I don’t have a will, an estate plan.
Deidre: But you have a kid, and with you dead, the inheritance goes to your only living next of kin – your child. And guess who gets sole custody of our child, hmm? [ CHUCKLES ] Tim?
Marcus: How’s that for a plan?
[ Tim lunges at Marcus. They struggle for the gun ] [ GRUNTING ] [ The gun goes off GUNSHOT 💥 but no one is hit ] [ GRUNTING ]
[ Ressler arrives ]
Ressler: FBI! Hands. Show me your hands!
[ Helen glances at the gun on the floor ]
Ressler: Don’t even think about it.
[ Deidre slips out ]
Ressler: Damn it.
[ CELLPHONE BEEPS ] [ CELLPHONE BEEPS ]
Liz: Keen.
Ressler: I got Peterson and two of the preps, but Deidre’s on the move.

 
[ ELEVATOR BELL DINGS ] [ The doors open. Deidre is inside. Liz and Deidre fight and struggle for Liz’s gun. It goes off but misses both ] [ GUNSHOT 💥 ] [⚡️Fighting continues⚡️]
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[ An elderly couple waits for the elevator ]
Wife: We should’ve called the bellhop, told him to bring the cart.
Husband: We don’t need the cart.
Wife: You say we don’t need the cart, then I carry the bags! We need the cart!
Husband: Okay, next time, I’ll get the cart.
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[ ELEVATOR BELL DINGS ] [ The doors open and Deidre tumbles out ]
[ Liz points her gun at Deidre ]
Liz: Don’t move! I said don’t move! Not you, sir. Ma’am, can you please hold the door? – [ To Deidre: ] You. Get up! [ Liz grabs Deidre and throws her back into the elevator ) [ GRUNTS ]
[ The elevator doors close ]
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Husband: This place doesn’t get our business anymore.
Wife: [ GASPS ]

 
Judge Wilkins: Uh, welcome back.I want to make a brief record. First to establish my findings, but also to preserve the facts for Mr. Reddington’s inevitable appeal. I have listened to the recording provided by the prosecution. The call is in sum and substance exactly as the resulting radio run describes. I find no compelling justification for forcing the Government to put the recording in evidence at this proceeding. Mr. Reddington, if you have any final argument, I’m ready to hear it.
[ Red stands ]
Red: What did he have, Your Honor?
Judge Wilkins: What did who have?
Red: Officer Baldwin. A tip from a source who refused to give their name. No explanation as to how their information was acquired, no prior history of reliability, no compelling reason to believe the tip was even credible. And the details? A white man in his 50s wearing a suit and hat? On a busy street in New York City? I couldn’t possibly have been the only one.
  And how did the caller know I was carrying a concealed weapon? It was concealed, for God’s sake. In what stretch of the imagination could this kind of tip justify this search? Officer Baldwin obviously knew that when he got there, which is why he didn’t just throw me up against a wall. He knew that what he had didn’t amount to reasonable suspicion under the law. So what did he do? He investigated. Please excuse my drip of sarcasm, but Officer Baldwin asked for some identification, and I gave him a false ID so magnificent, even I started to believe my name was George Murphy.
  He said I looked around nervously. The truth is, I made fun of the man. I refused to give him the respect he somehow believed he deserved. It happens. I get impatient. I make a comment I might regret. It’s one of my biggest issues in therapy, along with some residual anxiety from childhood and a sexual fascination I’d prefer to discuss in chambers.
  But the point is the tip gave him next to nothing, and his own observations didn’t change things one iota. I know it, you know it, and even he knows it, which is saying a lot since I’m pretty sure all he cares about is reading his name in the papers and the whiff of his boss’s backside. Ah! You see? There I go again. I promise I will work on this with my therapist just as soon as you kick the gun and let me get the hell out of here. Thank you.

 
[ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS ] [ Liz sits with Tim ] [ Deidre, Marcus and Helen are led past them by police ]
Tim: How could I have been so stupid?
Liz: [ SIGHS ] You wanted the fantasy to be real. You wanted a family.
Tim: All that time. All those lies.
Liz: I know what it’s like to be fooled by people who you think are family. I know how painful that is.
[ Dembe enters ]
Liz: What are you doing here?
Dembe: I need to speak with him.
Liz: Why? This doesn’t have anything to do with Reddington.
Dembe: I only need a minute.
[ Liz steps aside ]
Dembe: Mr. Peterson.
Tim: Who are you?
Dembe: I work for the man who saved your life. I’m here to ask you to do him a favor in return.

 
[ Dembe visits Red in the holding cell ]
Dembe: Harris Van Ness was murdered for his money. His death had nothing to do with you.
Red: He’s still dead. When he expired, so did his vote.
Dembe: It didn’t expire. It was transferred to his heir.
Red: Van Ness doesn’t have an heir.
Dembe: As fate would have it, he does.
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[ A board room ]
Tim: My father would have voted with Reddington. In his absence, I vote with Reddington.
⋘⋙
Dembe: You tasked the FBI to find an enemy, and in doing so, you found a friend.
Red: What a pleasant surprise.
Dembe: Sometimes you make your own fate. Sometimes fate makes you.
Red: Mm.

 
[ The Courtroom ]
[ DOOR OPENS. Judge Wilkins enters ]
Judge Wilkins: All rise. Let me be clear. Reasonable suspicion can be based upon a tip given to the police, but only if the information provided has what the Supreme Court calls “an indicia of reliability.” Now, to make that judgment, the courts look at the source’s veracity, reliability, and basis of knowledge. The officer knew none of those things. All he had was a small amount of predictive detail. White male, right age, wearing the right suit and hat. Mr. Reddington is correct. Alone, it’s not nearly enough.
  But there’s more. The officer made his own observations. In his view, the defendant seemed nervous. Whatever looks the defendant gave, he interpreted as furtive. The defendant resisted his instruction to turn around. Is that enough? It probably wouldn’t have been for me. But the issue is not whether I would have patted Mr. Reddington down. The issue is, was the decision to do so manifestly unreasonable? I find that it wasn’t. Accordingly, the defendant’s motion to suppress the gun seized from his possession is hereby denied.
Sima: Your Honor, in light of your ruling, it’s our position that the defendant violated his immunity agreement.
Judge Wilkins: Upon conviction for the gun possession at trial, that agreement will be nullified.
Sima: We intend to pursue all of the outstanding indictments against the defendant and seek the death penalty.
Judge Wilkins: One step at a time, Mr. Sima. Mr. Reddington, you made a good case. For what it’s worth, it wasn’t an easy decision.
Red: So, I guess I’ve got that going for me.

 
[ Samar practices prepositions ]
[ Radical Face’s ♪ “Summer Skeletons” plays ]

♪ We were sun-burned and shoeless kids

Samar: [ Mutters ] With. For.

♪ We were skipping stones –

Samar: Into. Of. To. Despite.

♪ In the failing light I smelled the fireplace
Although we were miles away
We were infinite
There was no time in those days

[ Samar sends a message from Aram inviting him to play a word game ]
[ CELLPHONE BEEPS ]
[ Seated at a desk nearby, Aram receives the message and smiles ]

♪ When all we knew wasn’t stolen
There was nothing real to lose

 
[ Ressler visits Alter Ego ]
Receptionist: Welcome to Alter Ego. What is it that you wish for?
Ressler: I have a wedding to go to, and, uh–
Receptionist: You’d like to bring someone.
Ressler: Yeah. I mean, yes. I’d like to bring someone. I hear you guys can help with that.
 

♪ When regrets were nowhere

[ DOOR of the holding area OPENS ]
Liz: I came as soon as I heard. Can you appeal the ruling, get it overturned?
Red: I was wrong about Van Ness. I was so sure my enemy was out there when he was in here all the time. I must be getting old. Either that, or I’m facing a particularly worthy adversary.
Liz: The gun’s been admitted. They’ll throw out your immunity.
Red: I was set up.
Liz: What are you talking about?
Red: There’s a recording of the person who tipped off the cops.
Liz: Have you heard it?
Red: What goes on in court – yeah, there are rules, people play their parts. Your enemies are known. It’s a fair fight. And despite losing today, it’s only just begun.
Liz: Have you heard the recording?
Red: No.

♪ You barely talked, and I didn’t mind

Red: [ INHALES DEEPLY ] – But I intend to. And when I do, I’ll know who betrayed me. And at that moment, no matter where I am – on the street, in solitary confinement, or on the receiving end of a firing squad – at that moment, whoever set me up – his fate will be sealed.

♪ Ohh-ahhh, ohh-oh-oh-oh

 
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Episode Songs

 

♫ We’ll Meet Again
By Vera Lynn

♪ We’ll meet again
We’ll meet again,
Don’t know where,
Don’t know when
But I know we’ll meet again some sunny day
Keep smiling through,
Just like you always do
Till the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away

♪ So will you please say “Hello”
To the folks that I know
Tell them I won’t be long
They’ll be happy to know
That as you saw me go
I was singing this song

♪ We’ll meet again,
Don’t know where,
Don’t know when
But I know we’ll meet again some sunny day

♪ We’ll meet again,
Don’t know where
Don’t know when.
But I know we’ll meet again some sunny day.
Keep smiling through
Just like you always do,
‘Til the blue skies
Drive the dark clouds far away

♪ So will you please say “Hello”
To the folks that I know.
Tell them I won’t be long.
They’ll be happy to know
That as you saw me go,
I was singin’ this song.

♪ We’ll meet again,
Don’t know where,
Don’t know when
But I know we’ll meet again some sunny day

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2S2WLvv
YouTube: https://youtu.be/cHcunREYzNY

 

♫ Summer Skeletons
By Radical Face

♪ We were sun-burned and shoeless kids
It was the dead of July
We were skippin’ stones in the failing light
I smelled the fire place
Although we were miles away
We were infinite
There was no time in those days

♪ When all we knew wasn’t stolen
There was nothing real to lose
When our heads were still simple
We’d sleep beneath the moon
You were something
That would always be around
When regrets were nowhere to be found

♪ Lost out among the trees
Our hands scraped the bark
You still had bloody knees
From your spill in the dark
We were both laughing then
While carving bad words in the wood
We had no need to speak

♪ Night, down by the shore
We were down by the shore
When the skies opened up
And all the stars fell into the lake
When the water was warm
Walked in over my head
But you pulled me out by the collar of my shirt

♪ Dirt in our ears, sun in our eyes
Shirts hung in rags, head in the clouds
Our fears had no teeth, hearts were still blind
You barely talked and I didn’t mind

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2G6uu0C
YouTube: https://youtu.be/L1v74PvPBQ8

 
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🔴 Script 6:6 The Ethicist (№ 91)

 
Program air date: 1/8/2019 in the US
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Director: Bill Roe
Written by: Taylor Martin

 

 

⭕ Script 6:6 The Ethicist (№ 91)

 

Brief (Where we’re at): Despite Dembe’s attempts to run interference, cracks are beginning to show in Red’s business alliances, now that he is being held in prison awaiting trial. The story is being widely covered in the media. Worse, Red’s first attempt to gain his freedom has failed, with the judge ruling that the unregistered firearm he was carrying when arrested is admissible as evidence. The serial number was scratched off of the weapon, making it a federal crime. If the ruling stands on appeal, this is a felony that will invalidate his Immunity Agreement with the Department of Justice and he will have to stand trial for numerous crimes meriting the death penalty. The Judge has refused to let him personally listen to the tape recording of the tip the police received that led to his arrest. He is determined to access the recording to find out who made the call and betrayed him. (Hint: It was Liz.)

Liz and her half-sister Jennifer (aka Lillian Roth) plotted to have Red detained so they can learn his true identity. Red has no idea that they found out that the skeleton he thought was gone forever belonged to their father, the real Raymond Reddington. They intend to contact a man who shared the same plastic surgeon who changed Red’s identity 30 years ago when he assumed the identity of their father. The man’s name is Gerald Todd Klepper. It’s possible he remembers Red and can help unveil the mystery of Red’s true identity.

 
[ The scene of a car accident. There is a broken windshield with blood on it ]
[ Dominic Halpin’s ♪ “Everything is Fine” plays ]

♪ When I feel the rain coming down on me
I just brush my coat and everything’s just fine

[ A man pulls a body from the road into the brush. He comes back and picks up a broken bicycle and loads it into the trunk of his car, along with a child’s shoe. A liquor bottle lies on the floor of the trunk. In the driver’s seat, the man looks around nervously ]

♪ Big holes in my pockets where some coins, they should be
[ CHUCKLES ] Hey, I’m not rich
But everything’s just fine

♪ Sometimes I talk with Mr. Blue

 
[ The man from accident scene, Digby Tamerlane, addresses an auditorium of people ]
Tamerlane: I’ve been accused of being a lot of things.
[ MUSIC FADING ]

♪ But I don’t want – him to stay

Tamerlane: [U]nemotional, cold, a risk-inclined agitator whose own board sometimes feels he’s a liability.

♪ He soon goes on his way

Audience: [ LAUGHTER ]
Tamerlane: Truth is, I’ve made my share of mistakes.

♪ Tomorrow I may wake to find

[ DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS ]
Tamerlane: [B]ut it is no secret that our e-commerce market share is expanding much faster than anticipated. That means fulfillment is the bottleneck for real growth, which is why I am here to announce that Chione will be opening a brand-new, state-of-the-art distribution facility in Malaysia by the end of next year.
[ AUDIENCE MURMURING ] [ Applause ]

 
[ People are lined up for autographs and to have their photos taken with Digby Tamerlane ]
[ CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING ]
Tamerlane: [ Greeting people ] All right. Oh, hey.
[ CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS ]
Tamerlane: All right.
Gerald Todd Klepper: Mr. Tamerlane? It’s a pleasure.
Tamerlane: Oh, thank you very much. Would you, uh, like a photo together?
Klepper: Oh, eh, it’s okay. I’m here on business. It’s about that incident near Rock Creek Park.
[ Tamerlane flashes back to the accident scene ]
Tamerlane: Uh [ CHUCKLES ] – I’m sorry, your name was?
Klepper: I’m not the only one who knows. I’m afraid there’s some real legal jeopardy coming your way – a credible witness, a grand jury.
Tamerlane: Who the hell are you? How do you–
Klepper: Please, let’s not talk here. Uh, just come see me alone.
[ Klepper gives Tamerlane a card reading “Nate & Ted’s RV Park” ]
Klepper: I think I can be of assistance.

 
[ Federal Courtroom in the Southern District of New York ]
Judge Roberta Wilkins: We are on record this morning in the matter of The United States v.
Raymond Reddington on charges of treason in connection to the sale of classified data to Russian Intelligence. Is the government ready to proceed to trial?
Asst US Attorney Michael Sima: We are, Your Honor.
Judge Wilkins: And the defense?
Red: We are not. Uh, the royal “we” – me. I am not.
[ HORN HONKS IN DISTANCE ]
Judge Wilkins: Dare I ask why?
Red: Like it or not, I have to be open to the idea that there may be certain mental abnormalities that are the cause of my criminal conduct.
Sima: As delighted as the government is that Mr. Reddington has stated on the record that his conduct is criminal, whether mental disease caused his crimes is a question for a jury to decide if and when he raises an insanity defense. I don’t see what possible connection that has to whether he’s prepared to move to trial.
Red: Well, I cannot proceed to trial until I know how to [ CHUCKLING ] defend myself, or whether I can even self-advocate in an effective way.
Judge Wilkins: You know the facts. That’s generally a good start.
Red: And if the facts indicate that I’m not competent to stand trial?
Sima: Defense counsel succeeded in convincing Your Honor to uphold his Immunity Agreement. H-He may be crazy like a fox–
Red: [ LAUGHS ]
Sima: –but he’s not crazy.
Red: While I’ve come to appreciate the innate facility Mr. Sima has with the obvious cliché, I’m sure the Court is aware that, on the subject of my mental health, his opinion is just that – his opinion. I’d prefer to take the Court’s recommendation and base my defense on the facts.
Judge Wilkins: The only relevant fact is that there is no motion concerning the defendant’s mental health before the court.
Red: I am making that motion now, as is my right under the Federal Rules of Criminal Procedure. Therefore, I ask for the court’s indulgence because I appear before you in pro per, and also possibly mad as a hatter.
Judge Wilkins: Talk about your obvious cliché.
Red: [ LAUGHS ] Guilty as charged. Or not – if I really am mad. How about giving us all a chance to find out?

 
[ Phone conversation ]
Lilly/Jennifer: What do you mean he’s taking a trip?
Liz: The judge granted his request for a psychiatric evaluation, so as a federal prisoner he’s being sent to the Federal Medical Center in Springfield, Missouri.
Lilly: Does Reddington really believe anyone’s gonna think that he’s incompetent?
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[ Liz visits Red In jail ]
Red: I didn’t request the evaluation – so I’d be evaluated.
[ BUZZER, DOOR CLANKS ]
Red: I did it because I no longer have an Immunity Agreement, and I need leverage to get a new one.
Liz: How does a psych eval get you that?
Red: Because it gets me to Missouri. There’s a man I need to see there.
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Lilly: A man? What man?
Liz: I don’t know, and I don’t care. All I care about is that he didn’t give me a case, so we can work on ours.
Lilly: Ours is at a dead end.
Liz: What are you talking about? We’ve ID’d the man who was Koehler’s patient right after Reddington was. He might know his real identity.
Lilly: Yeah, and if could find him, maybe he’d tell us, but we can’t.
Liz: We’re stuck, but if I could get the Task Force to help us–
Lilly: [ SCOFFS ] I thought we couldn’t go to the FBI. If we did, Reddington would find out.
Liz: We can’t give them a case, but Reddington can.
Lilly: I thought he didn’t have one.
Liz: They don’t know that.

 
[ The Post Office ]
Liz: Gerald Todd Klepper was a doctor in Newark who murdered 17 patients.
Aram: Terminally ill patients. Cops think it was euthanasia.
Liz: They think, but they don’t know. By the time the police realized Klepper was responsible, he was gone. And in the 28 years since, no one’s found him because, according to Reddington, he had his appearance altered by everyone’s favorite plastic surgeon to the criminal elite – Dr. Hans Koehler.
Ressler: I’m sorry. So, Reddington wants us to track down one of Dr. Koehler’s patients?
Cooper: Thanks to him, we already acquired a list with their names on it. The Bureau has assigned a team to track them down.
Liz: He says Klepper is a very special case. And, no, he didn’t say why.
Samar: And we can’t ask him because he hoodwinked his judge into sending him to Missouri for a psych eval.
Cooper: What do we know about this “Angel of Death”?
⋘⋙
[ Digby Tamerlane KNOCKS AT DOOR of Gerald Klepper’s RV ]
⋘⋙
Liz: Let’s start with what we don’t know – like his current ID, what he looks like, and where he lives.
⋘⋙
[ The door of Klepper’s RV opens ]
Tamerlane: You said you could be of assistance.
⋘⋙
Liz: What we do know is that, according to Koehler’s medical file, prior to his operation, Klepper was on dialysis.
Cooper: Our only lead is a 28-year-old medical condition?
Liz: That’s the only lead the police have. But the victims’ families hired a P.I. to follow up, and what he found, we don’t know.
Cooper: And you need to talk to him. We know who Klepper was – maybe this guy can tell us who he is.

 
[ Private Investigator’s office ] [ The P.I. lays out photos of the victims on a table ]
Private Investigator: Cindy Kobata was fighting leukemia. Jim Franklin had a wife and two kids. Bethany Ray had cystic fibrosis. She’d just turned 21 when Klepper killed her.
Ressler: How long’ve you been working this case?
Private Investigator: The families came to me in ’94. I wish I could’a been more help, but Klepper stayed off the grid – no citizenship, no taxes, no footprint, nothing.
Liz: Is there anything you can tell us about him now?
Private Investigator: I can tell you the cops had it all wrong. They said he was all about putting people out of their misery, but these people were demanding aggressive treatment. They weren’t targeted because they wanted to die – they were targeted because they wanted to live.
Ressler: Now, why would he do that?
Private Investigator: Because by fighting to stay alive, they used up resources that he thought were better used on healthier patients.
Ressler: You make him sound like an actuary.
Private Investigator: Hmm. Most people think life is priceless. Not Klepper. He did a cost-benefit analysis on these people, figured that the cost outweighed the benefits, and killed them because of it.

 
[ Inside Gerald Klepper’s RV ]
Klepper: You killed someone. For that, most people would believe you belong in prison. Their belief is based on a Judeo-Christian tradition of justice. Mine is more algebraic. There’s a constant and a variable. The constant is the work you do. It has value, and it will be compromised with you behind bars. The variable is what economists call the VSL – the value of statistical life. In this case, the value of your life versus the value of the life of the witness whose testimony will put you behind bars.
Digby Tamerlane: Okay, I can make it worth their while not to say anything.
Klepper: The authorities have identified her. She was walking home that night and saw what she saw. She’s made a preliminary statement. At this point, a bribe has a low probability of success. I’m afraid my equation is premised on a more permanent solution.
Tamerlane: Killing her.
Klepper: If her VSL is lower than yours.
Tamerlane: You can’t put a price on a life.
Klepper: Nearly every department in our government has a VSL. The EPA’s is $10 million. The FDA’s is $7.9 million. The Department of Transportation is $6.4 million. The annoying beep that goes off when the people in the front seat don’t put their seatbelts on? Ever wonder why there was no beep for the people sitting in the back? It would cost the auto industry $325 million a year and save 44 lives. 325 divided by 44 is 7.4 meaning that the value of each life that would be saved is $7.4 million. But since DOT values each life at only $6.4 million, no beeps in the back.
Tamerlane: Those are statistical models to determine the cost of a life, not to decide the value of one life over another.
Klepper: Organ recipient protocols. What a teacher makes versus a hedge fund manager. We make comparative values all the time, and I’ve done it for you and Miss Carter. A bus driver versus a titan of industry. A volunteer at a local boys’ club versus a man who employs 12,000 people. I’ve circled the relevant numbers.
[ EXHALES SHARPLY ] [ PENCIL TAPS ]
Tamerlane: Well, according to this, she comes out ahead.
Klepper: Smaller carbon footprint. Works with at-risk youth. You give people paychecks. She gives them hope.
Tamerlane: [ EXHALES DEEPLY ] I’m not a murderer.
Klepper: That’s why you need me.
Tamerlane: [ EXHALES SLOWLY ] How do I tip your scales?
Klepper: You’re building a plant in Malaysia. I want it built in Detroit. My coefficient for America First is very high.
Tamerlane: No, that’s impossible. I’ve already put $100 million into that plant.
Klepper: I never said killing hope would be cheap, just ethical.
Tamerlane: How can murder ever be ethical?
Klepper: How can 44 people die each year because they weren’t warned to put on their seatbelts? Some lives have more value than others. Move the plant, your life will have more value than the woman set to testify against you. It’s nothing personal. It’s just math.

 
[ The Post Office ]
Aram: So, I’ve been thinking about The Angel of Death and trying to figure out why a digital nomad who never stops moving would stop in one place for nearly three months. The answer? His kidney.
Cooper:You think this has to do with his dialysis treatments?
Aram: Not the treatments, the cure.
Samar: A transplant.
Aram: I pulled the rolls of every kidney transplant recipient in Philadelphia in 2010. And after removing the patients [ KEYS CLACKING ] that were the wrong age, sex, or race, I was able to narrow it down to a list of 14 men, one of which is this guy.
Samar: Cameron Morella.
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[ Klepper KNOCKS AT DOOR of a hotel room ]
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Aram: He’s he right age, and before 2010, – he was non-existent.
Samar: Because he was someone else.
[ KEYS CLACKING, COMPUTER BEEPS ]
Cooper: Gerald Todd Klepper.
Aram: I’m telling you I think this is our guy.
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[ The hotel room door opens ]
Klepper: Miss Carter? Eric Price. I’m here on behalf of the District Attorney to review your testimony. May I have a minute?
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Cooper: So he has a new face but still needs a kidney.
Samar: Did you run him through the database – license, credit cards?
Aram: I did, and it appears he’s in D.C. His last purchase was for a hotel room – near 4th and E Street. [ KEYS CLACKING ] And that – that was under an hour ago.
Cooper: Notify Ressler and Keen. Have them pay Mr. Morella a visit.

 
[ Inside her hotel room ]
Kelly Carter: I thought the lady at the DA’s Office said that I wouldn’t be giving a statement until later today.
Klepper: Yes. About that – The truth is, I don’t work for the DA’s Office. I’m here on behalf of Mr.
Tamerlane.
Kelly Carter: What? You lied to me?!
Klepper: Miss Carter, please. Calm down. [ SIGHS ]
Kelly Carter: And you’re here to what you’re here to what try and buy me off? Is that what this is? He thinks he can just pay me off and make me lie about what I saw him do to that poor girl?!
Klepper: It’s not quite that simple.
[ LATCHES of briefcase CLICK ]
Kelly Carter: Who are you? What are you doing? Help! Help! Ohh! Help me! Let go of me! No!
[ Klepper forces Kelly Carter into the bathroom, then cracks ⚡️ her head against the sink ]
[ THUDS ] [ GROANING ] [ Blood spreads from Kelly’s head across the ceramic tile floor. She is paralyzed but still conscious ]
Klepper: According to the CDC, accidents are the leading cause of death among women 25 to 34. [ INHALES DEEPLY ] It only accounts for 18% of deaths among black women.
[ Klepper turns on the shower ] [ HANDLE CREAKS, WATER RUNNING ]
Klepper: But at 36.9%, it’s number one with a bullet among white women like yourself [ EXHALES SHARPLY ] Tragic slip and fall coming out of the shower, and, sadly, you’ll be just one more statistic in the CDC’s annual report on health equity.
[ Klepper begins unbuttoning Kelly’s blouse ]
Klepper: As Mark Twain said, there’s three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and statistics.

 
[ At the Federal Medical Center in Springfield, Missouri, Red’s psych evaluation begins ]
Dr Grey: So, we are here to evaluate whether you’re competent to stand trial.
Red: This is a comfy chair.
Dr Grey: Do you understand what that means?
Red: It’s comfy?
Dr Grey: Competency means you are capable of understanding the characteristic and consequences of the proceedings against you. Based on what I’ve read in the trial transcript, – you seem quite capable.
Red: And yet I don’t [ INHALES DEEPLY ] understand why I’m there in court. I don’t know what I’ve done wrong.
Dr Grey: You don’t?
Red: Not really, no.
Dr Grey: Have you killed people?
Red: Polluting rivers kills people, good people killed – for profit. Raising the speed limit kills people – to save time. The death penalty. Unjust wars have killed so many people. Whatever I’ve done, I’ve done because I thought it was just. So, do I really understand the proceedings against me? No, I don’t.
Dr Grey: I’m going to administer a series of diagnostics tests.
Red: If they’re designed to see whether I can distinguish between the behavior the system defines as criminal and that which I deem appropriate – I can’t.
Dr Grey: Let’s start with the Rorschach test.
Red: Ah. Inkblots. I must warn you, they all look like genitalia to me.
[ Dr Grey shows Red an inkblot ]
Red: [ LAUGHS ] There you go.

 
[ POLICE RADIO CHATTER ]
– Copy. Walking them in now.
Liz: Agents Ressler and Keen, FBI. What’s going on here?
Officer: Got a call about 20 minutes ago. Housekeeping found a DOA female in the room. Looks like a slip and fall.
[ Kelly Carter is dead on the floor. The blood from her head is diluted with water from the shower ]
Liz: That’s no slip and fall.
[ Ressler shows the Officer a photo of Klepper/Morella ]
Ressler:This guy Cameron Morella, he’s our suspect. He’s on the move. Lock it down. Search the building.

 
[ DOOR CREAKING, THUDS SHUT ]
[ Red enters the general patient area at the Federal Medical Center. Some patients play board games; others just sit staring. There is a large aviary with brightly feathered birds inside ] [ BIRDS CHIRPING ]
[ Red makes his way to one patient in particular. The patient stares at the aviary. Red sits down next to him ]
Red: Hello, Atticus. It’s been a while. I was sorry to hear about all the tomfoolery in Cincinnati, but I’m confident it’ll all blow over and you’ll be acquitted soon. I came here because I need a favor.
[ CHIRPING CONTINUES ] [ Atticus does not respond ]
Red: It’s about our mutual acquaintance. I need to find him. I’m in trouble, and I need to find him. If anyone can help me, it’s you. This is important, Atticus.
[ CHIRPING CONTINUES ] [ Atticus does not respond ]
Red: It’s a matter of life and death.
[ Atticus still does not respond ]
[ A Nurse wheels a medication cart over ]
Nurse: You can talk at him all day, but he ain’t gonna say much.
Red: I’m sorry?
Nurse: Mr. Rodrick. They got him on a cocktail of antipsychotics and mood stabilizers that have most men counting worms. It’s for the best, though. He’s a bear if he doesn’t get his meds every three hours – yeah, just like the Incredible Hulk.
[ Atticus takes the small paper cup of pills ]

 
[ Red makes a purchase from a vending machine in the patient area ]
[ MACHINE WHIRS ] [ BEEPS ] [ BIRDS CHIRPING IN DISTANCE ]
[ LOCK DISENGAGES ] [ DOOR CREAKS OPEN ] [ DOOR THUDS SHUT IN DISTANCE ] [ Red tears open the bag of Skittles he bought ] [ CHIRPING CONTINUES ]
[ Red leaves several Skittles on the table by one of the patients ]
Red: Knock yourself out.
[ CHIRPING CONTINUES ] [ The Nurse has stopped with her med cart next to Atticus Rodrick ]
[ Red points at a bird in the aviary ]
Red: Jiminy Christmas!
Nurse: What?
Red: For the love of– Please tell me that’s not a Vermilion Flycatcher.
Nurse: What are you talking about?
Red: That little fella right there. What the hell are you people doing with a Flycatcher in your aviary? They’re endangered. That little guy should be in an open habitat or desert scrub, at the very least.
[ The Nurse looks in the aviary. As she does, Red swaps out Atticus’s meds for some Skittles ]
Nurse: Look, I don’t know nothing about birds and desert scrub and all that.
Red: You know what? Never mind. I am absolutely dead wrong. That is a Red Factor Canary. Probably domestically bred. He’s perfectly fine.
Nurse: Good to know.
[ Red sits next to Atticus ]
[ BIRDS CHIRPING ]
Red: One thing at a time, Atticus. I’ll get you sober, and then you can tell me how to find your friend.
[ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS ] [ CHIRPING CONTINUES ]

 
[ Liz talks by phone with Samar and Cooper at the Post Office ]
Samar: We’re not seeing any images of Klepper on hotel security or area CCTV. His credit cards are dark, his cellphone–
Liz: MPD’s swept the building. He’s gone.
Cooper: What about his hotel room?
Liz: He never entered it. We think he only purchased it to get access to the victim’s floor.
[ Ressler walks over to Liz ]
Ressler: I just had an interesting chat with the U.S. Attorney’s Office for the District of Columbia.
Liz: What do they have to do with this?
Ressler: They’re paying the bill for the dead woman’s room. Turns out she’s the key witness in a case against Digby Tamerlane.
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[ Over phone ]
Aram: The Chione founder? That guy is like a gazillionaire.
Ressler: Yeah, well, he’s also being investigated by a grand jury for the hit-and-run death of a 12-year-old. Now, without her testimony–
Liz: Their case doesn’t exist.
Aram: I’m sorry, I think I’m confused. What is a-a-a deceased witness in a hit-and-run case have to do with The Angel of Death killer?
Liz: The P.I. said he decided who to kill based on some cost-benefit analysis.
Ressler: Or maybe he thinks that the, uh, benefits of a gazillionaire’s freedom are worth more than a witness’s life.
Cooper: Tamerlane clearly benefits from this supposed “accident.” Press him. Let’s find out what else he’s hiding.

 
[ BIRDS CHIRPING ] [ Red sits next to Atticus ]
Red: Everyone’s favorite superpower is flying like a bird. [ CRUNCHING candy ] I’d prefer mind control. Although, at this point, maybe just X-ray vision.
[ CHIRPING CONTINUES ]
Atticus: [ SLOWLY ] Reddington?
Red: Hello, Atticus. Welcome back.
Atticus: What are you doing here?

 
Dr Grey: Please answer yes or no.
Red: Why?
Dr Grey: As I’ve already explained, your answers will help me evaluate your competency to stand trial.
Red: Whether I’m easily awakened by noise?
Dr Grey: The MMPI-2 is an effective diagnostic tool, as is my assessment of your willingness to cooperate.
Red: [ SIGHS ] When I sleep, I sleep.
Dr Grey: “I wish I could be as happy as others seem to be.”
Red: Yes.
Dr Grey: “My father was a good man.”
Red: Good? No.
Dr Grey: “If people weren’t out to get me, I would have been more successful.”
Red: Not necessarily.
Dr Grey: “I don’t always tell the truth.”
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Red: [ To Atticus ] I need to find your colleague.
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Dr Grey: “I am an important person.”
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Red: It’s important that I find him.
[ CHIRPING CONTINUES ]
Atticus: [ Still groggy ] I’d like to fly.
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Dr Grey: “I get angry sometimes.” Yes or no. “I get angry sometimes.”
Red: No. I get even. [ Pause ] Is that a look of concern or keen interest?
Dr Grey: You show no signs of depression, paranoia, or social introversion. No hypochondriasis, no hypomania.
Red: Keen interest, then.
Dr Grey: On the other hand, you clearly have a psychopathic deviate conflict as in regards to society’s rules.
Red: Is that it? After all your inkblots and questions about my digestive tract, that’s the depth of your analysis, that I deviate from societal norms? Given that my life depends on your learned evaluation, I hope you have something slightly more insightful on that notepad.
Dr Grey: [ PEN TAPS LIGHTLY ] You’re masquerading. Leading a double life, pretending to be someone you’re not. If you’re divorced from social norms, it’s because you’re divorced from a side of yourself I can’t see because you’re terrified of letting people see it. Why, I don’t know. But whatever pathologies you have I think they can be traced to the fact that, while most people see you as a, uh, iconic bad guy, you’re really just an imposter.

 
[ An interrogation room. Liz questions Digby Tamerlane. Ressler watches from outside ]
Liz: You expect me to believe you?
Tamerlane: [ LAUGHS ] I told you three times, I’ve never seen the man before in my life.
Liz: Then it should come as a surprise that he’s a suspect in the murder of Kelly Carter.
[ CELLPHONE CLATTERS ]
Tamerlane: I don’t know that name.
Liz: Oh, sure you do. She’s the woman who saw you in Rock Creek Park trying to bury that 12-year-old you ran over.
Tamerlane: Okay, I want my attorney–
Liz: That’s why she was in D.C., to give her statement to the grand jury.
Tamerlane: Okay, listen, lady, my lawyers are–
Liz: Your lawyers have no idea that Cameron Morella is a serial killer, the one the press dubbed “Angel of Death,” or that his real name is Gerald Todd Klepper and that he’s responsible for the murders of Cindy Kobata, Jim Franklin, Bethany Ray, or that he’s wanted for taking 17 innocent lives, or even if he’s still alive, but I do. I also know that the two of you are in business together. And when I tie you to Klepper, you’re not only looking at a conspiracy to commit murder, but I’m gonna do everything in my power to drag you down with him.
Tamerlane: [ Pause ] He approached me backstage after our Malaysian launch. He told me about the witnesses – Miss Carter – said he could make it go away.
Liz: How did you communicate?
Tamerlane: I had to go to him at his place a campground near Groveton.
Liz: Is that the only way?
Tamerlane: No. He gave me a phone number.

 
[ DOOR OPENS ] [ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS ]
Liz: [ EXHALES SHARPLY ] We have a lead. Tamerlane coughed up Klepper’s number.
[ Liz gives Ressler a slip of paper ]
Ressler: I heard. I’ll get local PD en route to that RV park now.
Liz: Have Aram run a trace on that number. We find Klepper’s phone, we find Klepper.
Ressler: And maybe we’ll find out why Reddington gave us this case.
Liz: Maybe it’s because, for once, he’s a bad guy.
Ressler: You honestly believe that?
Liz: Tell me what Aram finds out.

 
[ CELLPHONE BEEPS, LINE RINGS ]
Liz: You need to call your friend Buck.
Lilly: Why? What did you find out?
Liz: [ EXHALES SHARPLY ] I’ve got a number I need him to trace. Ready?
Lilly: Yeah.
Liz: (202) 555-0170. Gerald Klepper’s new identity is Cameron Morella. That’s his number. Call me as soon as Buck traces it.
Lilly: Wait, why do we need Buck? I-I thought we were working with the FBI. Can’t they just run the trace?
Liz: They are, but we need to get to Klepper before they do, – so I gave them the wrong number.
Lilly What?! I w– They’re gonna find out. What happens when they do.
Liz: I’ll deal with that later. For now, we just need to get to Klepper and see if he can tell us who Reddington really is.

 
[ The Federal Medical Center ]
Red: Atticus. Atticus, look at me –
Atticus: What’s going on?
Red: You’re in a hospital awaiting trial. They have you on a strong cocktail of antipsychotics.
Atticus: Springfield?
Red: Yes, you’re in Springfield.
Atticus: That doctor –
Red: Y– Lis– Listen to me. It’s very important that I locate your colleague.
Atticus: He’s gone.
Red: No, yes. I know he’s gone. I need to find him.
Atticus: [ WHISPERING ] That damn doctor.
Red: F– Atticus, forget the doctor. Can you help me find him?
Atticus: Y–
[ Dr Grey appears ]
Dr Grey: Mr. Reddington, what are you doing? We have a session. We have much to cover, and you’re late.
Red: I am so sorry, Doctor. I abhor tardiness, but if you could just give me one moment.
Atticus: [ Whispering angrily ] That bitch. I- I told her I didn’t want those little red pills. I told her no.
Red: Calm down.
Atticus: I’m gonna kill that lady.
Red: That’s enough, really.
Atticus: I’m gonna rip that tongue right out of her mouth.
Red: Atticus, calm down.
Atticus: And once I rip that tongue out–
Red: Atticus–
Atticus: [ Yelling ] –I’m gonna shove it down her damn throat!
[ Atticus leaps up and lunges at Dr Grey ]
– Security! Security! Security!
[ Red grabs Atticus’s shoulders and tries to pull him back off Dr Grey ]
[ GRUNTS ] [ STRAINING ]
Red: No! No!
[ GRUNTING ]
Atticus: [ YELLS ] I’m gonna rip your tongue out! I’m gonna rip your tongue out! [ YELLING ]
[ Red tries to hold Atticus back until Medical Center staff manage to pull Atticus off Dr Grey and restrain him on the floor ]

 
[ Lilly calls Liz at work ]
Lilly: Buck is a god.
Liz: He traced the phone?
Lilly: He bounced the signal off of Venus or Mars – I don’t know – but he has a location. It’s a parking lot at 3rd and Sycamore.
[ Ressler enters ]
Ressler: Phone number was a dead end.
Liz: [ On phone to Lilly ] I gotta go.
Lilly: What are you gonna do? Are you- Are you gonna go there? Should I meet you?
Liz: I’ll call you back. [ CELLPHONE BEEPS ]
Ressler: Evidently, local PD couldn’t find Klepper’s RV. [ KEYS JANGLING ] Cooper wants us to get out there, see if anyone at the campground has information on where he might be.
Liz: You go.
Ressler: What – you got someplace better to be?
Liz: Yeah, I think I’m gonna try to talk to Reddington, – see if he knows anything.
Ressler: He’s in the federal psych hospital.
Liz: And this is a life-or-death situation. I think they’re gonna let me talk to him.
Ressler: Now, there’s a phone call I’d like to be on. I’ll get Navabi to go out to the RV parking lot–
Liz: No, no, no, no, no, no, no. I mean, y-you’re welcome to listen in if you want, but, with Reddington, you catch more flies with honey, and you are definitely more sour than sweet.
[ KEYS JINGLING ]
Ressler: How do you do it?
Liz: What?
Ressler: Put up with him. I can’t stand how much he hides from us, and I’m not even his kid. I don’t know how you deal with it.
Liz: It’s not easy.
Ressler: You make it look like it is.
Liz: [ SCOFFS ]
[ Ressler leaves] [ CELLPHONE DIALING ]
Liz: I’ll let you know what I find out.
Ressler: I’ll do the same.
[ Lilly places a call; LINE RINGING ]

 
[ Liz arrives at the RV Park and gets out of her car ]
[ Car DOOR CLOSES ] [ BIRDS CHIRPING ]
[ Liz raps on the door of Klepper’s RV and stands to the side ]
Liz: Cameron Morella! FBI! Open the door. Mr. Morella, open the door, or a tactical team will storm your vehicle!
[ Klepper (aka Cameron Morella) opens the RV door ]
Liz: Hands where I can see them.
[ Klepper puts his hands up and peers around outside ]
Klepper: Where’s the cavalry?
Liz: In my hand. Now back up.

 
[ At the Federal Medical Center, the Nurse gives Atticus an injection ]
Red: Well, I guess there won’t be much more from him, now, will there?
Nurse: That’s the idea.
[ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS ] [ The Nurse leaves ]
[ Red taps Atticus’s chest lightly ]
Red: Atticus. Atticus. We don’t have much time.
[ Red slaps his face lightly ]
Red: Hey. Hey. Your friend has a job. It’s an assassination. Look at me. He knows the FBI is looking for him, so it has to be done quietly.
Atticus: [ Dreamily ] I’d like to fly.
[ Red slaps Atticus’s face again ]
Red: Hey, hey. Hey. Your friend – who would he turn to to get a job done as quietly as possible? Atticus, who would he turn to?
Atticus: [ Sleepily ] General Shiro –
Red: Ge- General [ STAMMERING ] Who’s that? I-I don’t– General Shiro? Hey, where can I find him?
Atticus: Would you like to fly? Oh. I would.

 
[ Klepper sits at the table inside the RV as Liz keeps her gun trained on him ]
Liz: I know who you are, Mr. Morella. I know you murdered Kelly Carter to prevent her from telling a grand jury that she saw Digby Tamerlane trying to hide the body of a young girl he killed in a hit-and-run.
Klepper: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Liz: I also know who you were, Dr. Klepper.
Klepper: I don’t know that name.
[ KNOCK ON DOOR ] [ DOOR CREAKS ] [ Liz lets Lilly in. She has Klepper’s file ]
Lilly: Is that him?
[ DOOR CLOSES ]
Liz: He says no. But I think this should change his mind.
[ Liz shows Klepper the file ]
Liz: Look familiar? It should. It’s a picture of you in Dr. Hans Koehler’s medical file, complete with a list of every time he chiseled you or injected you, shaved you down or puffed you up.
Klepper: I don’t recognize this person.
Liz: Well, Koehler did a remarkable job of changing your appearance. But we both know that he can’t change your DNA. And that when we do take it, it’s gonna match up to his. Isn’t it, Doctor?
Klepper: I like to make calculations.
Liz: Like deciding who should live and who should die?
Klepper: That’s one calculation, yes.
Liz: Have you made it often?
Klepper: Often enough. And it’s a surprisingly easy one. Others are considerably more difficult. Like why the FBI sent only one agent and one – I’m not sure what.
Lilly: We know who you were before Dr. Koehler changed your identity. What we want to know is who Raymond Reddington was.
Liz: According to Koehler’s records, you and Reddington were patients at approximately the same time.
Klepper: And you think, what, we bonded in post-op? Compared scars? [ CHUCKLES ] The whole point of going to Koehler was to become anonymous. I never saw him. He never saw me.
[ CELLPHONE VIBRATING ] [ CELLPHONE BEEPS ]

 
[ Liz steps out of the RV to take a call, leaving Lilly with the gun ]
Liz: Whatcha got?
Ressler: A guy at the RV park gave us a description of Klepper’s vehicle. Aram tracked it to a parking lot at 3rd and Sycamore.
Liz: How far away are you?
Ressler: About 10 minutes out.
Liz: Lemme know what you find when you get there.
Ressler: What about Reddington?
Liz: Reddington?
Ressler: Well, did you talk to him?
Liz: Oh. Yeah. He didn’t know anything.
Ressler: For once we know more than he does. All right, I’ll, uh, call you when we find something.
[ CELLPHONE BEEPS ]

 
[ Liz goes back inside the RV ]
Klepper: I have a gun. In that cupboard. On the top shelf.
[ Liz opens the cupboard ]
Liz: About Reddington If you didn’t see him, who did?
Klepper: A nurse. She saw all the patients before and after. She could tell you who Reddington was.
Liz: What’s her name?
Klepper: Your colleagues are on their way. And for some reason, you didn’t tell them you were already here.
Liz: What is her name?
Klepper: I don’t randomly decide who’s gonna live or die. I do it based on whose life has more value. Take us, for example. I’m gonna spend the rest of my life in prison. You could have a long and productive career. By any reasonable standard, your life has more value, which is why you should get my gun.
Liz: We need a name.
Klepper: And I’ll give it to you once I get you to understand that you have to kill me.
Liz: What are you talking about!?
Klepper: I don’t know why you want to know who Reddington was, but clearly you’re willing to risk a great deal to find out. Your career, all the good and productive things you’ll do that makes your life more valuable than mine, but it only has that value if your colleagues never find out you were here. And the only way that’s gonna happen is if I’m dead when they arrive. Like I said, it’s a surprisingly easy calculation.
Lilly: We’re not gonna kill you.
Klepper: Of course not.
Liz: [ Pause ] You’re gonna kill yourself. That’s what you do – You stage killings and make them look like accidents.
Klepper: Or suicides. My gun. You don’t have much time. Either I die here or I spend my life behind bars. In some ways, it’s a mercy killing.
Lilly: [ To Liz ] You’re not actually considering –
Liz: Wait in the car.
Lilly: You can’t do this.
Klepper: The gun for the name. If she wants the name, she has no choice.
Liz: Go.
Lilly: This isn’t right.
[ Lilly leaves. Liz picks up Klepper’s gun using a towel and places it on the table in front of him ]
Klepper: Marguerite Renard. Find her, you’ll find out who Reddington was. It’s the ethical thing to do.
[ Liz leaves the RV ] [ DOOR CREAKS ] [ DOOR THUDS SHUT ]
[ BREATHING HEAVILY, Liz gets into the car with Lilly ] [ SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE ] We should go. [ ENGINE STARTS ]

 
[ Calexico’s ♪ “World Undone” PLAYS ]
[ Ressler, Samar and other agents arrive at the scene of Gerald Klepper’s suicide in the RV ]

♪ You’re waiting for tenderness to come
Crying for three days

[ Ressler retrieves the cell phone from the floor next to Klepper’s foot ]

♪ Now your eyes are red and tired
You can’t sleep for three days
Now you’re waiting for tenderness to come
You’re waiting for tenderness to come

 
[ Liz goes up to Ressler at the Post Office ]
Liz: I heard about Klepper. He must’ve heard you were coming and decided killing himself was better than a life in prison. [ SIGHS ] Is that how you figure it?
Ressler: Not exactly, no. I, uh found Klepper’s burner – in the RV.

♪ With a red bird on the branch

Ressler: That’s the number forensics pulled off it. And this is the number that you gave me. So, the way I “figure it,” is that you gave us a fake number so that we’d run in circles while you ran a trace on the real one so that you could get to Klepper first. See, first-thought theater was that you were doing it for Reddington. I mean, he’s not around, so you’re carrying his water for him.

♪ Now your world’s coming undone

Ressler: But then I checked. Since he’s been in Missouri, he hasn’t been allowed–

♪ Now your world’s coming undone

Ressler: –any calls in or out.
Liz: I can explain.
Ressler: He doesn’t know anything about this case, does he? This is your Blacklister, not his.
Liz: [ QUIETLY ] It’s a good explanation. I can’t tell you now, but I’ll tell you some day. For now, I just need you to trust me.
Ressler: Did you kill Klepper?
Liz: [ Insistently ] No. [ Pause ] But I did– let him kill himself.
Ressler: Why?
Liz: Because he convinced me the benefit outweighed the cost. The same way I’m trying to convince you not to tell Cooper what I’ve done.
Ressler: [ SCOFFS ] Because the benefit outweighs the cost.
Liz: [ SIGHS ] [ VOICE BREAKING ] I think so. That’s a decision you’re gonna have to make for yourself.
[ Liz walks away ]

♪ Oo-oooo-oo-oooo-oo-oooo-oo-ummm
Undone
Oo-oooo-oo-oooo-oo-oooo-oo-ummm
Now you’re waiting for tenderness to come

 
Ressler: Sir? Autopsy’s in on Klepper. All indications are it was a suicide.
Cooper: We found evidence in Klepper’s RV that’d he’d made these sort of “ethical decisions” before. He killed 14 others. That we know of.
Ressler: [ SIGHS LIGHTLY ]
Cooper: You seem disappointed.
Ressler: Doesn’t it bother you that’s there’s always an ulterior motive? Some reason we were given a case that’s never fully explained?
Cooper: Not really, no. The way I look at it is, because of us, a serial killer is dead. No one will ever suffer because of him again. As far as I’m concerned, the case is closed. Unless there’s something I’m missing. Is there?
Ressler: No, sir. It’s case closed.

 
[ Liz talks to Lilly on the phone ]
Liz: Marguerite Renard. The nurse. We’ve got to find her.
Lilly: Before he found you, could you have done it – what you did in the RV?
Liz: She can’t be hard to locate. And when we find her, we find out who Reddington really is.
Lilly: Could you have done it?
Liz: I don’t think so. No.
Lilly: So he did this to you.
Liz: What difference does it make? We’re so close!
Lilly: The difference that it makes is that I’m worried that he’s gonna do it to me.
Liz: That won’t happen. It won’t.
[ Lilly picks up a pen to write ]
Lilly: Okay. Marguerite Renard. What do we know about her?

 
[ The Federal Medical Center, Dr Grey’s Office ]
Dr Grey: Your friend, Mr. Rodrick. He’s why you’re here?
Red: Please tell me you’re going to be administering the Szondi test. I’m absolutely fascinated by repressed impulses.
Dr Grey: There will be no more tests, Mr. Reddington. Our work is finished here.
Red: That seems premature.
Dr Grey: I saw all I needed to see today with your friend, Mr. Rodrick.
Red: You keep calling him my friend. He’s not my friend.
Dr Grey: Well, whoever he is, he was intent on killing me. I think he said he was going to, uh, “rip my tongue out.” But your reaction was everything.
Red: My reaction?
Dr Grey: You came to my defense. You saw that Mr. Rodrick was intent on causing me harm, and although you don’t know me, you made the very conscious decision to stop him, which, to my mind, is a – is a wonderful demonstration of your ability to distinguish between right and wrong.
Red: I’m not so sure of that.
Dr Grey: Yeah, but you’re not the doctor. Before I submit my decision, I have one more question.
Red: I’m an open book.
Dr Grey: What exactly is it you want from Mr. Rodrick?

 
[ The courtroom in the SDNY ]
Judge Roberta Wilkins: I have reviewed the results of the psychiatric evaluation conducted at the defendant’s request, and it is Dr. Grey’s professional opinion that, while one with a criminal history like Mr. Reddington would likely have to be insane, it’s clear his criminal proclivities do not rise to the level of legal insanity. It is the doctor’s professional opinion that the defendant does understand the charges leveled against him and is, therefore, fully mentally competent to assist in his own defense. Mr. Reddington, you’ve been provided with a copy of Dr. Grey’s findings.
[ Red waves his copy ]
Judge Wilkins: Are you objecting to her conclusions?
Red: No, Your Honor. I’m prepared to accept the finding of competency.
Judge Wilkins: Wonderful. Then we’re clear to proceed. Mr. Sima?
Asst US Atty Sima: Your Honor, of the indictments that are before the court, the prosecution has elected to proceed with the charge of treason as our first case against the defendant.
Judge Wilkins: Very well. We’ll move to jury selection immediately.
[ GAVEL BANGS ]

 
[ It’s lockup time at Colton Prison. Red is back in his cell with the messenger-rat system between himself and Dembe ]
[ DOOR CREAKING, THUDS SHUT ] [ KEYS JINGLE, LOCK ENGAGES ] [ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS ] [ LOCK DISENGAGES ] [ DOOR CREAKS OPEN ]
[ Red pulls the string that runs through the broken pipe into his cell. He pulls out a burner phone wrapped in plastic ] [ PLASTIC RIPS ] [ CELLPHONE BEEPS ] [ LINE RINGING ] [ CELLPHONE RINGS, BEEPS ]
Dembe: You got the phone.
Red: Yes, thank you, and not a moment too soon.
Dembe: Why? What’s wrong?
Red: I spoke with Atticus Rodrick.
Dembe: Was he any help?
Red: He gave me a name – General Shiro. I need you to find out everything you can about him.
Dembe: General Shiro?
Red: Yes. He’s the next name on the Blacklist.

 
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♫ World Undone
By Calexico

♪ Crying for three days
Now your eyes are red and tired
You can’t sleep for three days
Now you’re waiting for tenderness to come
You’re waiting for tenderness to come
Now you’re waiting for tenderness to come

♪ With a red bird on the branch
And a cactus wren in the thorns
Red bird on the branch
Now your world’s coming undone
You’re waiting for tenderness to come

♪ Can’t trust in this anymore
Still waiting on the fence
So many times before
What keeps you here anymore
When things fall apart
Now your world’s coming undone
Now your world’s coming undone

♪ Now you’re waiting for tenderness to come

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🔴 Script 6:7 General Shiro (№ 116)

 
Program air date: 2/15/2019 in the US
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Director: Kurt Kuenne
Written by: Jonathan Shapiro, Lukas Reiter

 

 

⭕ Script 6:7 General Shiro (№ 116)

 

Brief (Where we’re at): Red convinced the judge for his upcoming trial for treason to send him to a federal medical center for a psychiatric evaluation. His hidden purpose was to connect with Atticus Rodrick. When he got there, he found that Atticus was under heavy sedation, so he substituted Skittles for Atticus’s meds. Off his meds, Atticus attacked the psychiatrist and Red instinctively intervened, which convinced the psychiatrist that Red could indeed tell right from wrong. However, she also discerned that Red was an “imposter”:

“You’re masquerading. Leading a double life, pretending to be someone you’re not. If you’re divorced from social norms, it’s because you’re divorced from a side of yourself I can’t see because you’re terrified of letting people see it.”

What Red wanted from Atticus was the name of someone who could perform a “quiet assassination.” Atticus gave him a name: “General Shiro.”

Meanwhile, Liz used Red’s absense to enlist help from the FBI to track down another patient of Dr Koehler (Blacklister #33 the doctor who changed Red’s identity). The patient, Gerald Todd Klepper, turned out to be an MD turned serial killer (Blacklister #91 The Ethicist). Liz then crossed a line by going ahead of the FBI to confront Klepper with only her half-sister Lilly (aka Jennifer). So far, no one on the Task Force knows that Liz and Lilly are on a mission to find out who Red really is and why he took on the identity of their father Raymond Reddington 30 years ago.

Klepper (who was living under the alias “Cameron Morella”) confronted Liz with a devil’s bargain: he would give her the name of Dr Koehler’s nurse ~ but only if she would let him have his gun so he could commit suicide. She gave him the gun and and he gave her the nurse’s name: Marguerite Renard. Liz and Lilly left the scene before the FBI arrived, but Ressler found out from Klepper’s cell phone that Liz gave the FBI the run-around. When he confronted Liz, she begged Ressler to ‘trust her’ and keep the secret from Cooper.

 
[ Bob Lockemy wakes up in a panic, breathing heavily and coughing. There are several prescription medication bottles on his nightstand ]
Bob Lockemy: [ COUGHING ] Damn it. Merriam!
[ He sees a large black beetle on the table. He grabs a newspaper and smashes the beetle ]
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[ Lockemy stumbles into the kitchen. A woman and girl are frosting a cake ]
Bob Lockemy: [ COUGHING ] Rosa, where the hell’s Merriam?
Rosa: You okay, Mr. Bob?
Bob Lockemy: No, I’m not okay. I need my inhaler.
[ Merriam Lockemy enters ]
Merriam: What’s going on?
Rosa: He’s having trouble again.
Bob: I don’t know what the hell’s wrong. I can’t get my breath. [ COUGHING ]
Merriam: Is it your chest?
[ A large black beetle crawls on a wooden spoon by the side of the cake ]
Girl: Rosa, I found another one.
Bob Lockemy: It’s that feeling again, that damn scratching, like my breath [ GAGS ] I feel –
[ He looks like he is about to vomit, but when he opens his mouth, another large black beetle appears and flies out. They all look on in horror ]
[ Erdem Baatar’s ♪ Mongolian Throat Singing No. 7 ]

♪ [ MAN VOCALIZING ]

Bob Lockemy: I can’t –
[ Bob Lockemy collapses ]
Merriam: Oh, no! Bob!

 
[ Bob Lockemy is wheeled on a gurney down a hospital corridor ]
Nurse #1: He’s in respiratory distress. Obstruction of the lower airway.
Nurse #2: We’ve ruled out anaphylaxis? Correct.
— No known medical allergies.
— Wife said he was ill with shortness of breath.
— Tell O.R. 8 we’re on our way.
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OR Nurse: Nasotracheal intubation?
Doctor: We don’t have time. We need to establish an airway.
– SpO2 approaching 80%.
Doctor: Let’s open his cricothyroid. I want to avoid his cervical spine.
[ The doctor cuts into Lockemy’s neck to open an airway. First one, then dozens of the black beetles crawl out of the incision ]
[ MONITOR BEEPING, FLATLINE ]

♪ [ VOCALIZING CONTINUES ]

[ The beetles take to the air as the medical staff looks on aghast ] [ BEETLES BUZZING ]

 
[ Liz visits Red at his holding cell in the courthouse in the Southern District of New York (SDNY) where he is awaiting jury selection ]
Red: Yesterday morning, a bio-tech company executive met a gruesome death.
Liz: Yeah. I’m not playing this game.
Red: I’m giving you a case.
Liz: You’re giving me a lead – for you – so that you can keep on doing whatever it is you’re doing.
Red: I’m picking a jury of my peers. Wouldn’t that be a colorful lot.
Liz: You gave us The Pharmacist so that Dembe could get five minutes alone with him. You asked for a psych eval so you’d be sent to a mental-health facility where someone you needed to see was a patient.
Red: If you’re accusing me of using the Task Force to assist me in avoiding the hangman’s noose, – guilty as charged.
Liz: I want to help you, but I can’t if you don’t tell me what it is you’re doing.
Red: I’m fighting for my life. And you are helping more than you know.
Liz: Why can’t you just be honest with me?
Red: You remind me so much of your mother. I don’t remember if I’ve ever told you that before, have I?
Liz: There are a lot of things you haven’t told me.
Red: I’m here because someone betrayed me, someone close. Under the circumstances, it’s hard to know who to trust.
Liz: Okay. Tell me about the case.
Red: What do you know about entomological warfare?

 
[ At the Post Office, Liz briefs the Task Force ]
Liz: For over 1,000 years, human beings have been weaponizing insects. In the 12th century, wasps nests were catapulted into enemy towns. During the Cold War, the Pentagon developed plans to produce 100 million yellow fever-infected mosquitoes per month. And the most notorious Japanese war criminal in World War II was General Shiro, who bred bubonic plague-carrying insects that killed tens of thousands of Chinese.
Samar: Did Reddington give you a case or a history lesson?
Liz: A bit of both. A year ago, a patent attorney was found suffocated in his office. Why? An infestation of deadly beetles had eaten the lining of his lungs.
Aram: Ew.
Liz: And six months ago, it was a chemical manufacturer’s turn, and yesterday, the head of a bio-tech company.
Ressler: Eaten from the inside by killer beetles.
Liz: Apparently, and according to Reddington, they were put there by a modern-day General Shiro.
Cooper: Am I right in assuming this case has something to do with his defense?
Liz: Yes, but he wouldn’t tell me why.
Cooper: Our immunity deal with Reddington has been invalidated. He stands accused of treason.
Samar: Is this your periodic reminder that by working with him, we may be viewed as aiding and abetting?
Cooper: It’s a possibility, especially if we pursue cases in which his agenda is, to be polite, obscure.
Aram: We’re all in, if that’s what you’re asking.
Cooper: Samar, Aram, look into what connects the victims. The man who died yesterday –
Liz: Bob Lockemy, founder of Lockemy Technology.
Cooper: Go to the M.E., see what he can tell you about the weaponized insects that killed him.

 
[ Federal Courtroom in SDNY ]
Asst US Attorney Michael Sima: Your Honor, we agree with Mr. Reddington. Jury questionnaires can be sent to potential jurors prior to jury selection, but he wants to ask 382 questions, most of which require essay answers. It would take jurors days to complete.
Red: I’m sorry if you find the process of selecting a fair jury to be inconvenient, Mr. Sima, but you are trying to kill me for a crime I didn’t commit.
Sima: The problem is not inconvenience. It’s relevance. Example – Question 133. I quote, “Compare and contrast the role of memory in the works of Proust and Dickens, with examples.”
Red: How can I sensibly judge one’s character if I don’t know their views on great literature?
Sima: This is absurd.
Red: In case you haven’t read a newspaper recently, Mr. Sima, all of our lives are playing out in the theater of the absurd these days. Your Honor, I believe the prosecution wants to intentionally dumb down the jury questionnaire because he wants to attract dumb jurors because Mr. Sima wants a jury of unsophisticated, unthinking sheep who will blindly convict me of treason out of some misguided notion that it’s the patriotic thing to do. I, on the other hand, want astute jurors, people who can understand the somewhat complicated evidence I plan to present, capable of evaluating not only my motives, but also those of the government.
Judge Roberta Wilkins: The literature question is stricken.
Red: Excellent. That sort of bias will only aid in my appeal should the government win in this round of play.
Sima: We also object to question 134, “Who is your favorite classical composer?”
Red: Okay, I will not be judged by anyone who likes Schumann. I refuse to be sent to my death by Philistines.
Judge Wilkins: I love Schumann. “Fantasie in C Major” was played at my mother’s funeral this past summer.
Red: I’m sorry for your loss.
Judge Wilkins: Mr. Reddington, 40 questions should be sufficient. No essays, keep it simple, and don’t waste my time.

 
[ Medical Examiner’s ]
Ressler: Dr. Maguire, thanks for meeting with us. So, what do you have?
Dr Maguire: It appears that your victim suffocated.
[ Maguire sloshes a bottle with blood in the bottom and black beetles crawling in it ]
Liz: On insects?
Dr Maguire: Best I could tell, some kind of water beetle. Apparently, they’re scavengers and fierce predators, but what I don’t understand is how the larva were able to survive in his digestive enzymes and stomach acids.
Liz: I’m sorry. I thought you said he suffocated.
Dr Maguire: That is the official cause of death, but I found larval remnants in his stomach wall and digestive tract, which suggests that he may have ingested them. These creatures were literally feeding on him, eating from the inside out. My guess is that they migrated into his bronchial tubes and lungs, and the incision in the neck, well, that simply provided an escape hatch. Just a guess. I’m not an expert in insects. You probably should talk to an entomologist.
Ressler: Know anyone you can recommend?
Dr Maguire: Not personally, but I do know that Dr. Jonathan Nikkila, he worked at the same company as your victim. If there’s anyone who can help you find the person who did this, well, I’m sure he can.

 
[ Erdem Baatar’s ♪ Mongolian Throat Singing No. 7 ]

♪ [ MAN VOCALIZING ]

[ In a lab are glass cages containing black beetles. A man’s fingers drum. The man, his face obscured, takes a beetle from one of the containers and inserts a long needle into it ]

 
[ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS ] [ At the bar of a restaurant, a man’s fingers drum. The man, his face obscured, pours a small packet of whitish liquid into a glass of red wine ]

♪ [ VOCALIZING CONTINUES ]

[ A man is seated at a table in the restaurant. He is served the glass of red wine and takes a drink of it ]

 
[ At Red’s holding cell at the courthouse, Red and Dembe review the completed jury questionnaires ]
Red: “The government wouldn’t spend the time charging someone with treason if they were innocent.” “Innocent” is misspelled, by the way, and the apostrophe is misplaced in “wouldn’t.” None of these answers instill me with great confidence in our jury pool.
Dembe: We’ll find the right people.
Red: Thanks. Why is it that spiritual advisers such as yourself are always so insistently optimistic? Just once I’d like to hear a man of the cloth say, “Yep, this sucks.” Dembe, we need a juror I can count on, one person capable of convincing the others to vote not guilty.
Dembe: The jurors are chosen randomly.
Red: Yes, from the registered voter logs, the IRS, and the Department of Motor Vehicles. Fortunately, we have a friend at the DMV.

 
[ KNOCK ON DOOR ] [ Glen “Jelly Bean” Carter is eating a meatball sub ] [ DOOR OPENS as Dembe lets himself in ]
Glen: Dembe! Come in. Good to see you, old friend.
[ They fist bump ]
Glen: Ah! I’d shake, but I got “sandwich hands.” [ CHUCKLES ]
Dembe: Thank you for seeing me.
Glen: No sweat off my sack. Anything for you and the Old Man. How’s he holding up, anyway?
Dembe: It’s not good.
Glen: Is it the food? Gulping down government cheese and dishwater stew – Egh. It’s enough to make a man want to go vegan.
Dembe: We have a situation you may be able to help us with. It’s the jury pool. Raymond needs people who would be agreeable to him.
Glen: I could go to jail for that.
Dembe: If he’s found guilty, they’ll try and put him to death.
Glen: [ SIGHS ] When you say it like that –
Dembe: You have access to the voter logs via the DMV records. Raymond needs to know if you can access the logs, put a friend on the panel. Can you make that happen?
Glen: I’ve got friends. Little Robbie Funkhauser in the Big Apple office. Uh, there’s Yaling in I.T., who carries a bit of a torch for me. [ SNIFFS ] Let me poke around a bit, see what I can do.
Dembe: Do it quietly.
Glen: What about me, Dembe? This is just “between friends.” Tell the Big Man to hang in there, hmm? Jelly Bean’s got his back. Serious.

 
Liz: Thank you for helping us.
Dr Nikkila: Of course. Bob was like a mentor to me. I am devastated by the news.
Ressler: Did you have a chance to look at what the M.E. sent over?
Dr Nikkila: I have, and it’s terrifying.
[ They look at a projected image of the black beetle ]
Dr Nikkila: You are looking at a genetically modified version of a predacious diving beetle known as the Dytiscidae.
Liz: Predacious?
Dr Nikkila: Predatory. There are over 4,000 types of carnivorous beetles.
Ressler: But none that prey on humans?
Dr Nikkila: Not naturally, no, but nothing about what happened to Bob was natural. The gestation period of the Dytiscidae is at least a week, and there’s no reason the larvae should’ve survived inside his body for that long after the eggs had hatched.
Liz: But that’s what the medical examiner said happened.
Dr Nikkila: I can’t explain it. All I know is that someone made alterations. Those are its jaws. By my math, they are four times normal size.
Ressler: Talk about weaponized.
Liz: But why go to the trouble to make a super bug? I mean, there are easier ways to kill people.
Dr Nikkila: Well, not if you want to be ironic. He sent a bug to kill a bug killer.
Ressler: Lockemy Technologies made pesticides.
Dr Nikkila: Powerful ones. Like Hexapene, which I developed when I worked there. It was designed for use after natural disasters like hurricanes when the standing waters left behind could breed potentially disease-infected insects. Some people thought it was too powerful, so it was not approved for commercial use, but I still got death threats.
Ressler: For killing diseased bugs?
Dr Nikkila: You sound very rational, but in the environmental world, that type of thinking is in short supply.
Liz: So you think someone from the environmental community targeted Lockemy?
Dr Nikkila: I was a lowly technician. Bob was the CEO. If I got death threats, I’m sure he did, too.
Ressler: We’ve been led to believe that our killer fashions himself as a latter-day General Shiro. Does that mean anything to you?
Dr Nikkila: General Shiro was a war criminal, but his knowledge of how to weaponize the insect world was so great that instead of executing him, the Allies hired him to teach us how to wage bio-war. If the man you are looking for fashions himself after Shiro, it means to get his point across, he doesn’t care how many people he kills.

 
[ The Post Office ] [ Photos of three men are projected above ]
Samar: Hexapene is what connects the three victims. Lockemy ran the company that developed it, Steiner was the attorney he hired to patent it, and Helfrich was the chemist he used to manufacture the pesticide.
Liz: Nikkila told us Hexapene wasn’t approved for commercial use.
Aram: Not yet, but according to a recent SEC filing, Lockemy was lobbying Congress and the FDA for approval.
Cooper: And now someone’s killed everyone involved in making that happen.
[ Ressler enters ]
Ressler: I got something. This is Lockemy’s calendar. Business meetings, speeches, lunches he’d scheduled, including one he had a week ago with Dick Kendel.
Aram: Wait. The clean air guy?
Ressler: The clean air guy, the clean water guy. In the environmental community, he is the guy, and his current crusade – leading the fight to ban pesticides like Hexapene.
Cooper: Kendel is a lobbyist. Maybe he had lunch with Lockemy so he could lobby him to change his mind.
Ressler: Maybe, but he did have lunch with him a week ago.
Samar: So?
Liz: So Dr. Nikkila told us the gestation period for these bugs is a week.
Ressler: Which means a week ago, our killer found a way to get Lockemy to eat or drink their way into his system.
Aram: What better way to do that than at a power lunch on K Street?
Cooper: Find Kendel, bring him in. Looks like we found our latter-day General Shiro.

 
[ Glen Carter and Dembe are in Glen’s office going through computer lists and printed profiles looking for potential jurors ]
Glen: What about this broad? Fay Macmannis. She’s a registered Libertarian. They’re always “hear no evil, see no evil.”
Dembe: Put her in the maybe pile. What about Marlene Sucha?
Glen: Carnegie Hill address. Salmon pants territory. Blue blazers, family crests, trés law and order. Pass.
[ Long pause; Glen SIGHS ]

[ Voice in distance on loudspeaker ]
Woman: D-22. Window W.D-22. Window W to your right.

Dembe: What?
Glen: I was thinking, with your access to the Big Man’s finances, uuuuuh– You know, never mind. Bad idea.
Dembe: What’s a bad idea?
Glen: Doesn’t matter. It’s stupid. [ Pause. Leans forward ] What if we leave him?
Dembe: Leave who?
Glen: Reddington. I mean, let him rot. With your access to his money and my connections, we could clean him out, vanish.
Dembe: That’s a terrible idea.
Glen: Unless it’s not. We let him think we tried, did everything we could, but it didn’t work. Reddington takes a ride on the pale horse, we abscond with the dough, 50/50 split. 40/60, whatever you think is fair. Point is, you and I are great togetherrrr. You can feel that. I know you caaaan. Like brothers from another mother. The White Stripes. The Black Keys. African-American. Dembe, you and I could do great things together. [ Pause ] [ LAUGHS ] I’m screwin’ with you. You think I’m nuts? He’d kill us both. You should’ve seen your face.
Dembe: We have to find someone.
Glen: Yeah, yeah, after lunch. I am starving. Dying for one of those teriyaki bowls, extra cabbage. You want one?
Dembe: Didn’t you just eat?
Glen: Don’t worry. We’ll figure it out. Unless you want to let the old man rot. I’m only kiddiiiiing! But not really. Either way, think about it. I’ll get an extra teriyaki bowl. You’ll thank me later.

 
[ Outside a house with solar panels ] [ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS, LAUGHTER IN DISTANCE ]
[ Ressler knocks ]
Ressler: Mr. Kendel, FBI. Open up, please.
[ BEETLE BUZZES ]
Liz: Do you hear that? What is that?
Ressler: I don’t hear anything.
Liz: [ Knocks ] Mr. Kendel? Hello?
Ressler: Maybe we’re too late. Maybe he killed Lockemy and fled.
[ A black beetle lands on Liz’s shoulder ]
Liz: Maybe not.
[ Ressler kicks in the door and they enter ]
Ressler: Mr. Kendel?
[ BEETLES BUZZING ] [ Beetles are swarming on the floor ]
[ They enter a room where a man lies face up, dead, covered with the beetles ]
Liz: So much for finding our killer.

 
[ Liz and Ressler phone in to the Post Office ]
Liz: This doesn’t make any sense. Lockemy, Steiner, and Helfrich lobbied to make Hexapene legal. Kendel lobbied to keep it illegal.
Aram: Why would someone who kills people because he hates the pesticides they make kill someone who hates pesticides?
Samar: Did the M.E. establish a time of death?
Ressler: Both men died within an hour of each other.
Samar: So, we thought Kendel poisoned Lockemy at lunch, but it turns out someone else poisoned them both.
Cooper: We’ll worry about why later. Right now, all that matters is who. Our only lead is the restaurant. Get there and see what you can find.
[ CELLPHONE BEEPS ]

 
[ The courtroom in the SDNY ]
Judge Wilkins: Written answers having been given, we will now proceed to in-person interviews. Given this is a death-penalty case, each side has 20 peremptory challenges. Does defense counsel understand the nature of such challenges?
Red: Yes, Your Honor. It means that by the time the jury is seated, there won’t be a Schumann lover in the bunch.
Judge Wilkins: This should be fun.
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Cab Driver: Treason is pissing on our flag, going against our own people. Anybody who does that deserves to die, in my opinion. I’d pull the trigger myself.
Red: We’ll certainly keep you in mind for that.
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Sima: So, you’re a professor of criminal psychology. Are you confident that you could be impartial in assessing the evidence in this case?
Professor: I am. In fact, I have been before.
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Sister of Victim: My sister was the victim of a violent crime.
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Veteran: Yes, I’m a veteran. Two tours in Iraq.
Red: Thank you for your service.
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Factory Worker: If a man’s broken a law, he’s broken a law. Ain’t no way around it. It’s why we got laws, anyway.
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Sima: But you could bring back a verdict without fear or prejudice?
Sister of Victim: Of course I could, yes.
Red: Your Honor, I’d ask that this juror – be dismissed for cause.
Judge Wilkins: Grounds?
Red: A close member of her family was victimized by crime. I think it’s reasonable to question her ability to be impartial.
Sima: She just said she could be fair-minded.
Red: And I’m sure she believes that.
Judge Wilkins: Your motion to strike for cause is denied. If you have concerns, you can use one of the few peremptory strikes you have left.
Red: No, thank you, Your Honor.
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Cab Driver: It’s simple. If more people were executed, maybe the death penalty would work the way it should work and criminals just might think twice.
Red: Your Honor, I’d give a dozen strikes to dismiss this juror.
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Veteran: I put my life on the line to defend this country. Friends of mine have died for it. So, yeah, if this guy’s guilty of betraying the U.S., I think capital punishment is appropriate.
Red: Respectfully, I move to strike for cause.
Sima: Because he’s a veteran?
Red: No, because it appears he already thinks I’m guilty.
Sima: He said “if” you’re guilty.
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Professor: How long have I been with the ACLU? 28 years. I’m a card-carrying member. Would you care to see the card?
Red: That won’t be necessary. Your Honor, this juror is acceptable to the defense.
Sima: But not the prosecution. Peremptory strike, Your Honor.
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Red: Move to strike.
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Sima: Your Honor, please strike.
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Red: Strike, Your Honor.
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Anarchist: Truth is, I detest any form of political correctness, conventional wisdom, or government intrusion.
Red: Do you believe in the rule of law?
Anarchist: The best and the brightest should rule, not the law.
Red: Your Honor, the defense accepts and welcomes this juror.
Sima: Move to strike.
[ GAVEL BANGS ]

 
[ Jury selection proceeds to a woman wearing a sweater decorated with pugs ]
Red: So you like pugs.
Pug Lady: No, I love pugs.
Red: Even with all the scratching and the wheezing, the drooling and the gassiness?
Pug Lady: That is a myth. Pugs don’t suffer–
Red: I think you love them because they suffer. Perhaps because you suffer.
Judge Wilkins: This is jury selection, Mr. Reddington, not group therapy.
Red: Your Honor, this juror said she favors the death penalty and that her husband was a cop. With all due respect, she certainly qualifies as an obvious dismissal on my part.
Judge Wilkins: I’m aware of that. I’m also aware that you are out of peremptory challenges. You may strike subsequent jurors for good cause only, and loving pugs isn’t cause.
Red: Ah, well, you see, but it is. It’s cause for hope. Only people with a healthy dose of empathy are capable of caring for beasts with such deficits.
Pug Lady: Did you just call my pugs beasts?
Red: That’s what some people see. You clearly see something else.
Pug Lady: I know what I see, and I don’t like it.
Red: Give it time. I’ve been known to wheeze and scratch. I prefer not to discuss the drool and the flatulence. Your Honor, this juror is acceptable to the defense.
Judge Wilkins: Good to know, because I’m seating her. Ma’am, you may be excused. Call the next juror.
[ DOOR OPENS ] [ Glen enters ]
Glen: Okay, here I am. Ready to serve! Ahh! Okay, who’s got questions?
Red: Y-Your Honor, we’ve been at this for several hours now. Might we take our mid-morning break? I’m feeling a little unwell. Just 15 minutes till I get my legs back.
Judge Wilkins: Very well. We shall be in recess.
[ GAVEL BANGS ]

 
Restaurant Manager Schmock: Poisoned? While eating here? –
Samar: We believe so, yes.
Aram: They had lunch here a week ago.
Schmock: Yeah, I-I don’t remember them. But there was an incident in the kitchen.
Aram: What kind of incident?
Schmock: A stranger wandered in. One of the busboys followed him out. I mean, nothing was taken, so I didn’t give it another thought.
Samar: Is the busboy here today? We’d like to speak to him.
Schmock: You know, I’m afraid that won’t be possible.
Aram: He may be able to I.D. the killer.
Schmock: Look, I-I want to cooperate with you and I-I’m sure he does, too, but you’re with the FBI, – and he’s –
Samar: Undocumented.
Schmock: And in the current climate, people are understandably reluctant to talk to law enforcement, even about murder.
Samar: We’re not looking to report anyone. We’re just looking for some answers.

 
[ Samar and Aram sit down with Schmock and the busboy, Tony Montez ]
Aram: Me llamo Aram. Mucho gusto. [ CHUCKLES ] Uh, yeah, that’s that’s the extent of my Spanish. It was a first period in high school and I’ve never really been much of a morning person. Right. Okay, uh, here’s the thing. [ To Tony ] My parents were refugees.
[ Schmock translates for Tony who speaks in Spanish ]
Aram: Agent Navabi was a-a political refugee herself. Tell him that we both believe in amnesty. And that we’ll go as soon as he tells us what he knows.
Schmock: He saw a man in the kitchen. And he asked him what he’s doing here. He took off. He chased him down the block. Where he saw him get into a taxi in front of Hotel Macon.
Aram: Muchas gracias.
Samar: Thank you.
[ Tony smiles a little, warily ]

 
[ Outside on the sidewalk near the Hotel Macon ]
Samar: ‘We both feel that way’?
Aram: Well, I wanted him to feel comfortable. I didn’t think trying to convince him that you’re actually a lovable Zionist was the way to do it.
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Samar: [ To Valet ] Agents Navabi and Mojtabai, FBI. We need to speak with your head of security about any surveillance footage you might have of the cab stand.
⋘⋙
Samar: The license plate on the cab is yours.
Abdul Kedir: My cab, my crazy passenger.
Aram: You remember him?
Abdul Kedir: Sure. Guy jumps in, tells me this insane story about being chased by a jealous husband, and that I should drive as fast as I can.
Samar: Drive where?

 
[ FBI break down a door ]
— FBI! Show me your hands!
— FBI! FBI!
— Clear!
Samar: Clear.
— Room clear!
[ Aram and Samar enter a large room with glass cages, one crawling with larvae ]
Aram: Oh, this is disturbing.
Samar: What is it?
Aram: Beetle larva. All of which has probably been genetically modified.
Samar: How much do you think it takes to kill someone?
Aram: Oh, a thimbleful, if that.
Samar: Looks like he plans to kill again.
Aram: Yeah, it does. Again and again and again.

 
[ DOOR to holding cell area OPENS ]
Red: What the hell happened?!
Dembe: I don’t know.
Red: Glen?! Honestly. Glen?
Dembe: We only found three names.
Red: And if it isn’t bad enough, now my fate rests in the hands of Jelly Bean Carter!
[ CELLPHONE RINGING ]
Dembe: This is him.
Red: I’m not talking to him.
Dembe: Raymond, you’re operating in the dark. See what he knows.
[ RINGING CONTINUES ] [ Dembe hands Red the phone ]
Red: What the hell are you doing here? And where are the people I asked for?
Glen: I couldn’t risk putting your fate in the hands of strangers.
Red: Stra-! Glen, Dembe gave you very specific instructions.
Glen: I can do this, boss, trust me.
Red: D-Don’t call me boss, and you cannot do this.
Glen: You want to second-guess me, go right ahead. Haters gonna hate. That’s what they do.
Red: I-I don’t even know what that means.
Glen: I won’t let you down. Not today, not tomorrow, not no how, not no waaaay, and that, my friend, is the name of that tune.
[ LINE CLICKS ] [ CELLPHONE CLOSES ]
Red: I might as well just ask the judge to let me go lie down in traffic. [ SIGHS ]

 
[ Courtroom ]
Sima: Mr. Carter, have you followed any of the media coverage regarding this case?
Glen: News? Never watch it. I like the show with those ladies. You know, the wives?
Sima: What about social media?
Glen: Bullies and porn. Don’t care for one, don’t need the other.
Sima: Have you ever heard of Raymond Reddington?
Glen: Can’t say that I have.
Sima: Have you formed an opinion of the defendant’s guilt or innocence?
Glen: Knew a Fred Reddington once. Had four nipples.
Judge Wilkins: As fascinating as that may be, please just answer the question.
Glen: I don’t judge a book by its cover, if that’s what you’re asking.
Sima: What is your feeling about the death penalty?
Glen: I get pre-judged plenty. I try not to return the favor.
Sima: If you were asked to impose–
Glen: Guess you could say I’m not unlike that blindfolded beauty, Dame Justice, up there in her silky robe. No bias, no prejudice. I don’t discriminate.
Sima: Or apparently, follow simple instructions.
Glen: Except against cats! I hate cats. Besides that, I’m good. I’m sorry. What was your question?
Sima: Exactly. Move to dismiss the juror, Your Honor.
Red: On what grounds? That he’s open-minded? That the abuse that’s been heaped upon him as a result of his decidedly unpleasant personality has made him reluctant to do unto others as they have so often done unto him? This isn’t a popularity contest. Mr. Sima’s dismissiveness is, I’m sure, an all too familiar event in this man’s life. He’s odd and annoying and clearly incapable of following instruction.
[ Glen frowns at Red ]
Red: I think it’s safe to say that even those who know him best, perhaps – especially those who know him best – probably hold him in remarkably low regard. But the lamentable characteristics that make him an outcast are the very ones that make him perfectly suited to sit on this jury. Beholden to no one because no one likes him.
[ Glen frowns ]
Red: Capable of making up his own mind because he’s incapable of listening to anyone else. He is an outcast. Maybe even deservedly so, but if he’s able to administer blind justice in this case, I think we should give him a chance with the blindfold.
Sima: Whatever justice this juror may have been intending to administer will hardly be blind after defense counsel’s stirring remarks on his behalf.
Judge Wilkins: I’m not so sure he was damning with faint praise or praising with faint damnation. Either way, if the juror insists he’s impartial, I’m inclined to take him at his word.
Glen: So I made the cut?
Judge Wilkins: You did, Mr. Carter. Thank you in advance for your service.
Glen: [ Bowing ] Thank you, Your Majesty. And may I say, uh, unlike my last judge, you are a tall drink of water.
Sima: Your last judge? In your questionnaire, you said you hadn’t served on a jury before.
Glen: I wasn’t on the jury. I was the defendant. I won a hundred K at a craps table in Reno. Casino took me to court for sliding dice.
Judge Wilkins: And did you slide dice?
Carter: [ CLEARS THROAT ] Six boxcars in a row.
Judge Wilkins: So you’re a convicted felon?
Red: Or a parable for our times the common man forced to do something uncommon to make ends meet.
Glen: I bought a sweet condo, that’s for sure. [ CHUCKLES ]
Judge Wilkins: Mr. Reddington, as moving as your apparently boundless empathy for this man may be, a convicted felon may not serve on a jury. Mr. Carter, you’re dismissed.
Glen: For what? Leveling the playing field? Odds of rolling a pair of sixes is 36-to-1. House only pays 31-to-1, and you think I’m the crook here? What about a jury of his peers, huh? You can’t just have a bunch of pocket protectors! This is Raymond Reddington we’re talking about!
Sima: I thought you didn’t know who he was.
Glen: I don’t. Not in a Biblical sense. That’s not how I roll.
Judge Wilkins: Mr. Carter, I think you should roll on out of here.
Glen: Agh.

 
[ Post Office ]
Aram: We had it all wrong about Lockemy and Kendel being on opposite sides. It turns out they both wanted to legalize Hexapene.
Samar: Files from the Blacklister’s lab indicate that Lockemy paid Kendel to support legislation being considered by Congress.
Aram: Paid his organization $3 million to do an independent analysis.
Ressler: I guess for that kind of money, it’s hard to stay independent.
Cooper: Have you been able to I.D. the Blacklister?
Liz: Not yet. We’ve looked through the tax records on the property, but it’s owned by a holding company. TAC team’s on site now, but he hasn’t showed up.
Samar: Kendel sold out and paid for it with his life. Lockemy, Steiner, and Helfrich were killed for being true believers.
Ressler: Dr. Nikkila’s not only a true believer – he invented Hexapene.
Cooper: Navabi, reach out to him. Get him a security detail and somebody to monitor what he eats and drinks.
[ DIALING ]
Aram: We also found a copy of a press release that Kendel’s organization was scheduled to release today in support of Hexapene.
Liz: Why today? A press release is usually tied to a news event.
Aram: The legislation that Congress is considering to legalize Hexapene, the Committee on Energy and Commerce is holding a hearing on it today, and the Blacklister had the date circled in his calendar.
Ressler: We’re on our way.

 
[ Phone conversation between Liz and Ressler in vehicle and Post Office ]
Samar: We found Dr. Nikkila.
Liz: That’s a relief.
Aram: Not where we found him, it isn’t.
Samar: The committee hearing you’re on your way to, Dr. Nikkila is the star witness.
Liz: We’ve contacted Capitol Police, but we don’t have a description of the unsub.
Cooper: Were they willing to postpone the hearing?
Ressler: Shut down Capitol Hill over a toxic beetle larva? It’s not gonna happen.
Cooper: Have you reached out to Dr. Nikkila?
Liz: He’s not answering. We’ve left messages, phone and text.
Cooper: Everything we know suggests this man will strike again at the hearing. When does it start?
Liz: Five minutes ago.

 
[ Hearing of Committee on Energy and Commerce ]
Dr Nikkila: Good morning. My name is Dr. Jonathan Nikkila. I want to begin by thanking you for inviting me to testify. I am confident that before the hearing concludes, you will agree with me that the question of whether or not to legalize Hexapene is, quite literally, a matter of life and death.
[ MAN COUGHING ]
Dr Nikkila: Yes, I personally developed the pesticide in question, Hexapene, so I can vouch for its efficacy. There are some environmentalists who worry about its effect on people, and it’s true that like all pesticides, Hexapene can have negative effects on humans, but that is not really the point.
Committee Chair: Harm to humans isn’t the– [ COUGHING ] I’m sorry. I was asking isn’t harm to humans the whole point?
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[ POLICE RADIO CHATTER ] [ Liz and Ressler get out of their SUV ]
Liz: Agents Ressler and Keen, FBI.
Talbert: Yes, Officer Talbert, Capitol Police. We spoke. EMT’s en route.
Ressler: Dr. Nikkila. Can you take us to him?
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Dr Nikkila: The real threat Hexapene poses is to the insects, not humans. It decimates insect populations. Not just the insects it targets – all insects. It is not the only one. Pesticides are causing cataclysmic die-offs of insects throughout the world. It is not just honeybees. Congressman: I think we’re getting off topic. The issue is the harm caused to humans.
Dr Nikkila: Our land can live without humans, thrive even. The Earth dies without insects.
There’ll be no pollination, no crops, no food, no way to remove rotting flesh, dead vegetation. Without insects, the Earth will become a deep, dark graveyard because we killed off its most important inhabitants.
Committee Chair: In that case, why didn’t you protest the making of Hexapene in the first place?
Dr Nikkila: Because I trusted my colleagues. I was assured by them that Hexapene would only be used in the wake of a natural disaster, but then I found out Mr. Lockemy misled me. He intended to sell Hexapene everywhere, and he was lobbying you to allow it.
⋘⋙
[ Liz and Ressler walk through halls with Capitol Police ]
⋘⋙
Dr Nikkila: I begged him to reconsider. He thought I was being hysterical, – but I felt and feel–
Committee Chair: [ COUGHS ]
Dr Nikkila: –that people who poison the planet present a mortal danger that must be eliminated as an act of global self-defense and justice. That, sir, is why you cannot stop coughing. You have been poisoned. Not by me, but by the insects.
– What is he talking about?
– Did he say poisoned?
Dr Nikkila: They are genetically modified Dytiscidaes, to be precise predacious diving beetles, and they have been growing inside you since I dosed your wine at Ruby’s. By now, they have hatched and are trying to escape via your airways.
Committee Chair: [ COUGHS ] [ A black beetle comes out of his mouth. It flies through the room over the heads of the spectators ]
[ SPECTATORS GASP ]
Congressman: Security, detain Mr. Nikkila.
Dr Nikkila: You don’t need security, you need an ambulance, and this cause needs attention, which is exactly what you are going to give us.
[ Ressler and Liz arrive ]
Ressler: Jonathan Nikkila. FBI.
Dr Nikkila: These people are poisoning the planet. The insects can save us!
Ressler: You’re under arrest.
[ The Committee Chair collapses. Paramedics arrive. Ressler escorts Dr Nikkila away ]

 
[ Red talks on the phone with Glen ]
Red: You were on the jury! You’d been picked! All you had to do was stop talking!
Glen: What do you want me to say? I’ve never been picked for anything before. It went to my head. And FYI, I’m not the one that said hurtful things in there.
Red: No, what you said was catastrophically stupid.
Glen: “Unpleasant personality, odd, annoying, beholden to no one because no one likes him.” You cut me, man. You cut me bad.
Red: I cut you?
Glen: [ Panged ] Without an apology, I don’t know where we go from here.
Red: [ Grimaces; SIGHS ] I’m sorry.
Glen: Dude, I’m messing with you! Being odd and annoying’s my stock and trade. So, tell me [ CLEARS THROAT ] what’s the contingency plan?
Red: You were, Glen.
[ Cellphone slaps shut ]
Dembe: This sucks.
Red: On second thought, I prefer insistent optimism.
Dembe: We’ve been through worse. The Nkana mine explosion in Zambia. The typhoon on the trawler. 40 people, 3 life vests. If we found our way out of those situations, we can find our way out of this one.
Red: That case I gave the Task Force – have they identified General Shiro?
Dembe: Yes. His name is Dr. Jonathan Nikkila.
Red: I need you to get into his lab, get to his files.
Dembe: What am I looking for?
Red: An address for my get-out-of-jail-free card. I believe Nikkila must have sent him some of his toxic bug juice. And without Glen, he is the last rabbit in my hat. The only way out of this situation is to find him, and the way to find him is somewhere in Nikkila’s lab.
Dembe: If there’s an address, I’ll find it.
Red: Thank you, Dembe. I don’t care if it’s insistent optimism or false hope. At this point, I’ll take either one.

 
[ POLICE RADIO CHATTER ] [ Dembe approaches Liz ]
Dembe: The jury has been picked.
Liz: And?
Dembe: Raymond is in trouble. He needs help.
Liz: W-What can I do?
Dembe: Take me to Dr. Nikkila’s lab.
Liz: And give you five minutes alone with him like I gave you with The Pharmacist?
Dembe: It’s important, Elizabeth.
Liz: It’s also a sealed crime scene.
Dembe: Then you need to unseal it.

 
[ An interrogation room ]
Samar: You should know that Robert Carson, the Committee Chair, passed away an hour ago.
Dr Nikkila: You really don’t understand the scientific process. There’s no biological benefit to revenge. None of those people were my victims. They were my experiments.
Samar: Experiments? For what?
Dr Nikkila: The insects, of course. My crime was to create a pesticide that kills them off. The least I could do was help them fight back by giving them the tools and traits they need to survive. But I had to test it, verify. I needed to prove my hypothesis that insects could fight back, and my six experiments proved that they could.
Samar: You modified the insects. You took traits from different species to make them lethal.
Dr Nikkila: Mm. That will be my legacy. I will not be remembered as a destroyer of their world, but their savior.
Samar: You said six experiments. There was Lockemy, Steiner, Helfrich, Kendel, the Congressman. Who was the sixth? –
[ Samar calls through the door ]
Samar: Call an ambulance! Did you hear me? Call a medic, now!
Dr Nikkila: [ COUGHING ] [ He spits out a beetle ]
Samar: You knew you would get caught, but you don’t care because you know you’re not going to prison. [ Shouting ] Did you hear me? Get a medic in here now!
Aram: Paramedics are on their way.
Dr Nikkila: That’s okay. Tell them not to rush. You can leave for this part if that would make you more comfortab– [ GAGGING ] [ COUGHING ] [ Dr Nikkila coughs up dozens of beetles ]
[ Aram and Samar leave ] [ Door THUDDING ] [ They watch from outside the room. Flying beetles swarm against the one-way glass ]
Dr Nikkila: [ SPITS ] [ COUGHING ] [ GROANING ] [ BEETLES BUZZING ] [ GROANING ]

 
[ Cooper stops by Red’s holding cell ]
Red: What a nice surprise. Oh, if I’d known you were coming, I would’ve baked a cake. Don’t suppose you have one on you, perhaps with a file or a blowtorch in it?
Cooper: No such luck, I’m afraid.
Red: Ah, pity.
[ Cooper flicks a lighter ]
Cooper: It’s not a blowtorch, but I thought it might, uh, calm the nerves.
[ Cooper produces two cigars ]
Red: [ Claps his hands and LAUGHS ] Grab a chair.
⋘⋙
[ LOCK DISENGAGES ] [ Dembe lets himself into Dr Nikkila’s lab and looks around with a flashlight ]
⋘⋙
Red: I was thinking earlier about the time Dembe and I were on a trawler that capsized during a typhoon off the Philippines. We were running guns to the Moro Islamic Liberation Front.
[ Red inhales the cigar smoke, blows it out ]
Cooper: It’s interesting. How you always seem to side with the underdog.
Red: I find desperation pays well.
Cooper: The overdog always pays better.
Red: [ LAUGHS at Cooper’s joke ] The boat was too full to begin with, so when the storm caught up with us, we didn’t stand a chance. Of the 40 people on board, 24 were lost right away. Another 11 didn’t last the night. There was no life raft. The militia leaders took the three available life vests.
⋘⋙
[ Dembe opens a drawer and takes out a file labeled “Tracking Notices” ]
⋘⋙
Cooper: Leaving you and Dembe.
Red: [ CHUCKLES ]
Cooper: How did you survive?
Red: I didn’t. I drowned that night. I saw the other side. It was – so different.
⋘⋙
[ Dembe finds the page he’s looking for and removes it ] [ BINDER CLICKS ]
⋘⋙
Red: And then I was back. How he did it – Found a wooden door, held me to it, pounded the water out of my lungs and the life back in. Dembe saved my life that night. Dembe’s always saved my life.
[ Red leans back, inhales the cigar smoke, exhales ]

 
Liz: Did you find what you came for?
Dembe: I did. Thank you, Elizabeth.
Liz: He said I reminded him of my mother. That’s what he said when I asked him why he gave us this case.
Dembe: He’s right. You remind me of her, too.
Liz: You know everything.
[ Communist Daughter’s ♪ “Keep Moving” plays ]

♪ Keep your head down

Liz: Don’t you?

♪ Keep moving

Liz: Everything about him. All the answers I’m looking for.

♪ Listen for a sound

Dembe: I do.

♪ Keep moving
They’ll never pin you down

[ Liz slowly walks past Dembe to the door ] [ LOCK ENGAGES, KEYS JINGLE ] [ Liz looks back at Dembe ]

♪ If you keep moving

 
[ The courtroom ]
Judge Wilkins: Do you and each of you solemnly swear that you will well and truly try and a true deliverance make between the United States and Raymond Reddington a true verdict rendered according to the evidence, so help you God?
Jurors, together: I do.
Judge Wilkins: With the jury in place, trial is set to commence Tuesday morning at 8:00 a.m. I will see you all then.
[ Red and Sima rise to leave ]
Red: That’s a smug little grin.
Sima: I’ve been a prosecutor for 18 years. I have empaneled over 300 juries. It’s usually a flip of a coin as to which way they’re gonna lean, but this group This is a two-headed coin, my friend. Your fate is sealed.
Red: We’ll see about that.
Sima: I respect the false confidence, but you and I both know – you’re a dead man walking.

 
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Episode Songs

 

♫ Mongolian Throat Singing No. 7
By Erdem Baatar

♪ [ Vocalization only ] Wikipedia: Tuvan throat singing, Khoomei, Hooliin Chor (in Mongolian, ‘throat harmony’), or Mongolian throat singing is one particular variant of overtone singing practiced by people in Mongolia, Inner Mongolia, Tuva and Siberia. In 2009, it was inscribed on the Representative List of the Intangible Cultural Heritage of Humanity of UNESCO, under the name Mongolian art of singing, Khoomei.

In Mongolian throat singing, the performer produces a fundamental pitch and—simultaneously—one or more pitches over that. The history of Mongolian throat singing reaches far back. Many male herders can throat sing, but women are beginning to practice the technique as well. The popularity of throat singing among Mongolians seems to have arisen as a result of geographic location and culture. The open landscape of Mongolia allows for the sounds to carry a great distance. Ethnomusicologists studying throat singing in these areas mark khoomei as an integral part in the ancient pastoral animism that is still practiced today. …

Lyrics and Credits: [ None ] Wikipedia: http://bit.ly/2Ndz5z6
YouTube: https://youtu.be/NWXBnAw9D-k

 

♫ Keep Moving
By Communist Daughter

[Verse 1]
♪ Keep your head down, keep moving
Listen for a sound, keep moving
If you’re [?], gotta keep moving
I’ll never pin you down, if you keep moving

[Chorus]
♪ I won’t look above me ’til I fall, ’til I fall
I won’t let you love me ’til I fall, ’til I fall
‘Til I fall

[Verse 2]
♪ Worry never wins, just keep moving
Now it’s sinking in, you gotta keep moving

[Chorus]
♪ I won’t look above me ’til I fall, ’til I fall
I won’t let you love me ’til I fall, ’til I fall
‘Til I fall

[Outro]
♪ Keep your head down, keep moving
Keep your head down, keep moving

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2X5BKPQ
YouTube: https://youtu.be/FY3pTlrOebI

 
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🔴 Script 6:8 Marko Jankowics (№ 58)

 
Program air date: 2/22/2019 in the US (7pm CT) [ First of Two Episodes ]
Script Permalink: https://wp.me/pDKwi-99y
Entertainment Weekly Recap: http://bit.ly/2IoctNn
 

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Directed by: Bill Roe
Written by: Lukas Reiter

 

 

⭕ Script 6:8 Marko Jankowics (№ 58)

 

Brief (Where we’re at): Red has come up short in his attempt to plant a sympathetic juror on the jury and his trial for treason is set to begin. In a final gambit to secure a “get-out-of-jail-free” card, Red has had Dembe go to the files of the last Blacklister (#116 General Shiro) to get the address of a person Red is sure must have been sent some of General Shiro’s deadly “bug juice” (deadly genetically-altered beetles, eggs or larvae).

Meanwhile, Liz and Lilly/Jennifer’s next step in their search to find out Red’s true identity is clear: to locate the woman, Marguerite Renard, who was the nurse of plastic surgeon Dr Hans Koehler (Blacklister #33) around the time he changed Red’s appearance to assume the identity of their father, the real Raymond Reddington. Liz got the name of the nurse from Gerald Todd Klepper (Blacklister #91 The Ethicist) in exchange for letting him commit suicide. Ressler wised up to the fact Liz had done an end-run around the Task Force and confronted her about Klepper’s death. Liz begged Ressler not to tell Cooper but to “trust” her that “the benefit outweigh[ed] the cost.” (So far, the Task Force is in the dark about the fact that Liz and Lilly found out that Red isn’t the real Raymond Reddington.)

Dembe’s centrality to the mystery of Red’s identity came into sharper focus in a tale Red told to Cooper about how Dembe saved his life when a trawler capsized in a typhoon in the Philippines. (“Dembe saved my life that night. Dembe’s always saved my life.”) Also, Liz was surprised to learn that Dembe remembers her mother:

Liz: He [Red] said I reminded him of my mother. …
Dembe: He’s right. You remind me of her, too.
Liz: You know everything. Don’t you? Everything about him. All the answers I’m looking for.
Dembe: I do.

 
[ An airport ) [ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS ] [ A young couple, the woman looking to be about nine months pregnant, wait in line to be processed through customs ]
Customs Agent: Sir, ma’am, come with me, please.
Russell Chambers: Excuse me?
Customs Agent: Step out of line and follow me.
Angela Chambers: We’ve been in line for nearly an hour.
Russell: Follow you where? Is there a problem?
Customs Agent: I can help you right here.
Angela: Oh, my Go– [ CHUCKLES ] Oh, my God! Thank you. Oof!
Customs Agent: Yeah, my wife’s due in two weeks. So I’m sure you’re ready to get out of here and of your feet.
Angela: Seriously, we may have to name the baby after you.
Customs Agent: [ CHUCKLES ] So, we have Angela [ DEVICE BEEPS ] and Russell Chambers of Montreal. What brings you to the nation’s capital?
Angela: We’re on our babymoon.
Russell: Gonna see her sister here in D.C. and then drive up to New York City.
Customs Agent: Mmm. Welcome back to the United States.
[ The Customs Agent stamps a passport ]

 
[ Angela gets out of a car and hurries into a medical building. She is met by two men in green surgical outfits ]
Surgeon: You look like you’re about ready to pop. Any problems on the way?
Angela: None. Just get it out.
[ MONITOR BEEPING ] [ Angela lies down on a surgical table. A mask is put over her face. The surgeon slices into her abdomen and removes – a large, pliable plastic container. He cuts through the thick plastic and takes out a packet which he opens. It is full of large, clear crystals. He holds one up to the light and makes a phone call ] [ KEYPAD BEEPING ] [ RINGING ]
Surgeon: Sarkany. Hey. It’s a boy.
[ Marko Jankowics (aka Sarkany) walks up the staircase of a large mansion ]
Marko Jankowics: Another flawless delivery. I’ll celebrate tonight. Like a proud papa. [ CHUCKLES ]

 
[ Red sits on the floor of his cell at Colton Prison while Vontae Jones, his young acolyte, stands watch. Red has rigged a broken pipe with a string system for exchanging messages and contraband with Dembe ]
Red: [ GRUNTS SOFTLY as he pulls a packet through the pipe ]
[ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS in the halls ]
[ Red unwraps the packet; it contains a burner phone ]
[ Red makes a call ] [ KEYPAD BEEPING ]
Dembe: [ On phone ] Raymond.
Red: I got your message. What’s the news?
Dembe: Dr. Nikkila’s files. I got an address to where the stuff was sent.
Red: An address, not a name?
Dembe: Michael Falkirk. An alias. But I have an address in London.
Red: You need to go there.
Dembe: What do you want me to do with him?
Red: Nothing, not until we know what he plans to do with the toxin. I’d love to have something to trade the government in exchange for my freedom.
Dembe: Will the target be that important?
Vontae: [ HUSHED ] Guards!
[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ]
Red: [ To Dembe ] I have to go.
[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ] [ Guards run, locking cells, while fighting between inmates erupts ]
[ SHOUTING, PUNCHES LANDING ] [ Red and Dembe watch ]
Vontae: Things are getting worse. You just watch. We’re gonna have a riot in here.

 
[ Liz’s living room. Liz slaps down photos of a blonde woman on the coffee table ]
Liz: I found her. Marguerite Renard. The nurse who used to work for Dr. Koehler walking her dog in an upscale neighborhood no nurse practitioner could possibly afford.
Lilly/Jennifer: Did you talk to her?
Liz: She used to help criminals get new identities. I doubt she wants to chat about it with a perfect stranger, especially one who works for the FBI.
Lilly: Okay. So what do we do?
Liz: Well, since we can’t go to the Bureau, we got to get her ourselves, get her to talk.
Lilly: You mean like kidnap her?
Liz: She was in the room when the man we know as Reddington changed his face.
Lilly: That’s what you mean. You mean, like, physically get her.
Liz: She knows who he was. She knows everything.
Lilly: That’s crazy! I can’t- I can’t do that!
Liz: You got to remember why we’re doing this. We had a plan, and it is working. Sideline Reddington so we can get to the truth. Marguerite Renard has the answers. Our answers.
Lilly: Okay. So what do I have to do?
Liz: Nothing. I’ll handle it. All you got to do is drive.

 
[ CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING ] [ Red’s cell ]
Warden Macatee: I think maybe you and I got off on the wrong foot.
Red: You think?
Warden Macatee: Since then, I feel I’ve been quite accommodating. In exchange, I’m hoping you might accommodate me.
Red: Is this connected, perhaps, to that little dust-up earlier?
Warden Macatee: We got a potential war brewing. A situation between two rival groups.
Red: You say “groups,” but you mean gangs.
Warden Macatee: One’s a motorcycle club. Runs drugs between New York and Baltimore. They call themselves “The Cyclops.”
Red: How unfortunate.
Warden Macatee: One of their young members, Oscar Sandoval, did some gambling with a soldier from a group of southern inmates called the Rock River Crew–
Red: What’s the plural of Cyclops anyway? “Cyclopses”? Or is it like “deer”? Singular and plural? Not to mention a cyclops is an epically tragic figure. Blinded by the hero with some flaming stick. Homer, Euripides?
Warden Macatee: Unfortunately, the Rock River soldier refused to pay his debt.
Red: So the winner is forced to punish the infraction or risk making his own gang look weak.
Warden Macatee: If someone doesn’t mediate, more people are gonna die.
Red: I’d like to help, but as you can see, I’m preparing for trial. So–
Warden Macatee: I’m letting you listen to this crap and take books out of the law library, all this nice stuff. You need to make a call for peace. Those groups, they respect you.
Red: I’m respected because I mind my own business, and I intend to keep it that way.
Warden Macatee: Fine. But – [ MUSIC STOPS ] if you’re not gonna give [ CLEARS THROAT ] you’re not gonna get.
[ VINYL RECORD SHATTERS ]
Warden Macatee: I feel I think better in the silence. Don’t you?

 
[ It’s dark ] [ ENGINE IDLING ] [ Liz and Lilly are parked near Marguerite Renard’s apartment ]
Liz: You okay?
Lilly: I will be. When it’s over.
Liz: We’re just gonna talk to her.
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[ Marguerite Renard is walking her dog. Liz walks up to her ]
Liz: Excuse me. We’re looking for 95 North?
Marguerite Renard: Oh, go up to Fort Avenue and make a right and then a left on Hanover–
[ Liz pushes Marguerite Renard into the car ]
Liz: Get in.
Marguerite Renard: What is this? Who are you?! Where are you taking me?!
Liz: Drive.
[ TIRES SQUEALING ] [ The car takes off but is blocked by a van. Men get out ]
Bodyguard: Out!
– What the hell is happening?
Bodyguard: Out of the van! Now!
[ A bodyguard smashes one of the car windows ⚡️and pulls Lilly out and into the van ] [ SCREAMING ]
[ Marguerite Renard also gets into the van ]
[ Liz struggles with another bodyguard until she is able to shoot him ] [ GUNSHOT 💥 ] [ TIRES SQUEAL as the van leaves ]

 
[ Liz knocks on Ressler’s door. There is blood on her hands ] [ The door opens ]
Ressler: Keen.
Liz: I need to show you something.
[ Ressler sees the blood on Liz’s hands ]
Ressler: Jesus. Are you all right?
Liz: It’s not mine, but I am in trouble. Will you come outside?
[ Hannah appears from inside Ressler’s apartment ]
Hannah: Don. Who is it?
Ressler: Uh- Hannah, Liz. Uh, Liz is my partner.
[ Hannah sees Liz’s hands )
Hannah: Oh, my God.
Ressler: It’s okay.
Hannah: “It’s okay”? She’s covered in blood.
Ressler: I-It’s not hers, though.
Hannah: It’s someone else’s blood?
Liz: I shouldn’t have come, so –
Ressler: No, no, no, no. It’s fine. Liz has to show me something outside. It’s just gonna be a minute.
Liz: It’s gonna take longer than that.
Ressler: Let me get my jacket. [ To Hannah ] I’ll be back as soon as I can.
Hannah: Okay, uh, just– Be careful.
[ Door closes ]
Ressler: Keen, what’s going on?
Liz: First of all, I got a stolen van parked downstairs.
Ressler: Okay, that’s not so bad.
Liz: Yeah, well, the thing is – there’s a dead body inside the stolen van.

 
[ Liz and Ressler talk in a vehicle ]
Ressler: I’m sorry. I’m just I’m trying to run my head around all this. So Reddington’s not Reddington. He’s –
Liz: An imposter.
Ressler: – Who you turned in. I mean, he’s in prison, facing the death penalty because of you.
Liz: If I had gone to the FBI, then he would have found out that Jennifer and I know.
Ressler: And you’re sure he hasn’t?
Liz: The only thing I’m sure of is that he’ll do anything to keep anyone from knowing the truth. Remember Hans Koehler?
Ressler: Sure, the plastic surgeon to the criminal elite.
Liz: He’s the one who transformed the imposter into Reddington, and by giving us that case, Reddington got ahold of Koehler’s files.
Ressler: Which he gave to us.
Liz: Yes. Every file except his.
Ressler: And all of this connects to the dead guy in the van how?
Liz: Jennifer and I were able to track down Koehler’s nurse, the one person who may know the truth, and by the time we got to her, we were attacked by two armed guards. One of them took the nurse and Jennifer, and the other one’s in the back.
Ressler: So the bones in that duffel bag, the truth that Kaplan knew, the one that got Tom killed – is that Reddington’s an imposter.
Liz: Yes. He stole my father’s identity, ruined his name, and lied to me about who he really was. All I want to know is the truth, but in trying to find it, I lost my sister.
Ressler: We’ll find her.
Liz: How?
Ressler: Same way we always do. [ GRUNTS ] [ Takes fingerprints from the body ] Evidence.

 
[ It’s still night, but Red and Liz are at the Post Office ]
[ Ressler watches a computer screen as fingerprints roll by RAPID BEEPING ]
[ Liz walks up ]
Liz: Jennifer’s on a plane.
Ressler: How do you know that?
Liz: I was tracking her cellphone, and the signal died at around 21,000 feet, headed north over Vermont.
Ressler: That’s good. At least we know she’s probably alive.
Liz: I’m pulling the flight plans for every private plane that left BWI, Martin State, and Tipton over the last few hours.
Ressler: This nurse, the one who worked with Reddington’s surgeon –
Liz: Marguerite Renard.
Ressler: You said that she had guards on her. You think that was Reddington?
Liz: I don’t think so. If he suspected me, I’d have known.
Ressler: But you don’t think that he knows that you suspect him? [ COMPUTER BEEPS ] Maybe he didn’t. Check this out. Our dead guard – Tristan Benedek. Thirty, Hungarian. According to his rap sheet and the Bureau file, he’s a known associate of Marko Jankowics. A few years ago, there was a joint DEA/Bureau task force dedicated to Jankowics. They never caught him. He specializes in LSD. Pure crystals. One gram has a street value of almost $15,000. That’s $7 million a pound.
Liz: And Jankowics is also Hungarian?
Ressler: LSD is not easy to make. You have to have access to a type of fungus called ergot alkaloid, which, in the U.S., is nearly impossible to buy. But in Eastern Europe, the restrictions are a lot looser. And according to this, our best intel says he ships to Canada, more than likely Montreal, and then he gets it across the border with mules.
Liz: It says here he’s also known as “Sarkany,” some kind of multi-headed dragon in Hungarian folklore.

 
[ In Marko Jankowic’s mansion, Lilly (Jennifer) sits tied to a chair. Her face is bruised ] [ SOBBING, BREATHING HEAVILY ] [ Jankowic sits in a chair in front of Lilly ]
Jankowics: Who are you? Surely you won’t withhold a first name. One wave of my hand, and my men will have you begging to tell me your life story.
Lilly: [ BREATHING HEAVILY ] My name– My name is Jennifer.
Jankowics: Who do you work for, Jennifer? It’s not DEA.
Lilly: I don’t know anything. I swear to God. I don’t know anything.
Jankowics: You’re better off staying silent than lying to me.
Lilly: I’m not an agent. I swear.
Jankowics: The woman who has my man – what is her name?
Lilly: [ STAMMERING ]
Jankowics: You don’t have to tell me.
[ Jankowic shows that he has her cell phone ]
Lilly: [ BREATHING HEAVILY ] Oh. Oh, God.
Jankowics: I won’t believe you anyway. We have your phone that should prove very informative.
Lilly: Please! Please! I swear to God, I don’t know who you are! Whatever you do, it has nothing to do with me! I swear to God!

 
[ The Post Office ]
Ressler: I found the only four photos the Bureau had of Jankowics.
Liz; That’s her. Marguerite Renard.
Ressler: She’s his girlfriend.
Liz: Now we know why she was being guarded so closely.
Ressler: And how she could afford that penthouse apartment.
Liz: When she was Koehler’s nurse, she was working around some of the world’s most dangerous criminals. I guess she likes the type. Now what?
Ressler: Well, if Jankowics has ties to Montreal, that’s where that jet’s headed. It’s got to be across the border. Jennifer could be anywhere.
Liz: I got to call it in, tell Cooper.
Ressler: Should have went to Cooper from the get-go, but now, uh, it’s way past that. Now you only have one move left.
Liz: Go to Reddington?
Ressler: He’s gonna want to help. Jennifer’s his daughter.
Liz: Jennifer is not his daughter, because he isn’t Raymond Reddington.
Ressler: Well, whoever he is, he runs a criminal empire, and if anyone can find Jennifer, it’s Reddington.
Liz: [ SCOFFS ] What am I gonna say? I can’t tell him the truth.
Ressler: Lie. You’ve been doing it for months, and no one’s the wiser.
Liz: Well, I’ll take that as a compliment.
Ressler: Look, Reddington may not be your father, but he cares about you. You ask him for help, he’ll give it.

 
[ Colton Prison. Red is sleeping ]
Guard: Reddington! You got a visitor.
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[ HINGES CREAKING ]
Red: Thank you.
[ Red sits down across a table from Liz in the visitors area ]
Red: I have no earthly idea what would bring you here at 3:00 a.m., but I was in the midst of a glorious dream with two mermaids, a sea cucumber, and an octopus.
Liz: I need your help.
Red: What’s wrong?
Liz: It’s Jennifer. She’s been taken. Jennifer was kidnapped by guards working for a man named Marko Jankowics.
Red: I didn’t realize you and Jennifer were still in contact.
Liz: We’re not. I hadn’t heard from her in months, and then she called me last night, crying. I could barely understand what she was saying, something about being scared and on the run.
Red: From a drug dealer like Sarkany?
Liz: You know him?
Red: Does Jennifer use drugs?
Liz: I don’t know. She said she was stranded in Federal Hill in Baltimore. She hadn’t even started thanking me for picking her up, and SUVs blocked my car and two armed guards got out. I killed one, but by the time I had, Jennifer was gone. And the print from the guard I shot showed that he was muscle for Jankowics.
Red: What are you not telling me?
Liz: Nothing. That’s all I know.
Red: Sarkany is an Eastern European purveyor of LSD. Even if she was using something, Jennifer would not be worth the time and effort to get nabbed. There must be more to the story.
Liz: If there is, I don’t know it.
Red: I generally practice willful ignorance when it comes to the drug trade. On the other hand, this place is crawling with inmates who don’t share my reservations. I’ll ask around.
Liz: You think they’ll know where to find him, – how to reach him?
Red: I hope so, for Jennifer’s sake, as well as my own. I’m having a bit of a tug-of-war with the warden over Beethoven’s violin sonatas. This might be just what I need to return the maestro to his rightful place.

 
Warden Macatee: The sun isn’t up. This better be good.
Red: I’ve decided our interests are aligned.
Warden Macatee: I thought you might.
Red: Oscar Sandoval. Maybe a meeting in the mess hall.
Warden Macatee: Right now?
Red: Well, I’d just hate to have the day get away from us.
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[ HINGES CREAK, DOOR CLOSES ]
Oscar Sandoval. Is this about the money?
Red: In part, yes. As I understand it, your brothers aren’t being very brotherly toward you.
Sandoval: They sent you? That what this is?
Red: You know who I am.
Sandoval: To warn me I gotta kill Salinas for not paying what he owes? Well, let me tell you what I told my brothers. I sling. 🔘 [See Note] I’ve been doing it a long time. But ending a dude? I got two years left on a six bid. I want to do my time and get out. I want a life, a family. But if I kill Salinas, I’m never walking out of here.
Red: It’s a simple question. Do you know who I am?
Sandoval: Everyone knows.
Red: No one sends me anywhere. As I said, I’m here in part because of your problem, but also because that I have a problem of my own. You help me solve mine, and I’ll help you solve yours.
Sandoval: You’re gonna help me?
Red: Talk to a few of the managerial members of your group. Help me to find the man they call Sarkany. My information puts members of his organization in Federal Hill in Baltimore. Maybe someone you know can pick up the trail from there.

 
[ Marko Jankowics’s mansion ]
Lilly: [ GASPING ]
Jankowics: I told you not to lie to me.
Lilly: I didn’t.
Jankowics: I traced your phone to an Elizabeth Keen. She’s FBI.
Lilly: She is an agent. I’m not. We’re sisters. We’re looking for information about Raymond Reddington.
Jankowics: Why?
Lilly: Because he’s our father.
Jankowics: Reddington’s in jail. The Bureau is not looking for him anymore.
Lilly: We were looking for information about who he was before your girlfriend helped change his identity. She was a nurse working for a plastic surgeon named Hans Koehler.
Jankowics: My girlfriend? No. You’ve got the wrong lady.
Lilly: No, it’s her. She helped him with a number of surgeries.
Jankowics: Stop lying to me!
Lilly: [ INHALES SHARPLY ] I’m not. But it seems your girlfriend has.
[ Jankowic slugs ⚡️ Lilly in the face ] [ SCREAMS ]

 
[ Colton Prison ]
Sandoval: Sarkany owns a place in Federal Hill, but he doesn’t live there.
Red: Who does?
Sandoval: His woman.
Red: Who’s she?
Sandoval: French lady. Fancy French name. Margor–
Red: Marguerite. Marguerite what?
Sandoval: Rennerd? Renard.
Red: What else did you find out?
Sandoval: If I solve your problem, how do I know you’re gonna solve mine?
Red: Because based on what you’ve already told me, I’m deeper in your debt than you could ever be in mine.

 
[ SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE ]
[ Dembe scales the emergency stairs to Michael Falkirk‘s apartment in London, He enters through a window ] [ He turns on the computer ] [ COMPUTER BEEPS ] but it requires a password. He is photographing the files on the desk – CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING – when Falkirk jumps him. They wrestle. A gun goes off ] [ GUNSHOT💥 ] [ Falkirk is hit in the leg SCREAMS ] [ Falkirk escapes ]

 
[ Dembe is flying back from London in Red’s jet ]
Dembe: I photographed his files. There was a Blockchain Wallet ID. I sent it to Tadashi. He accessed the account. Five million was sent to Axion Cryptosolutions.
Red: He’s converting the cash to untraceable cryptocurrency.
Dembe: I can look into the company.
Red: Later. I have something more urgent for you to handle.
Dembe: More urgent than finding a way to restore your immunity agreement?
Red: Elizabeth knows. She knows I was once someone else. She doesn’t know who, but she is looking for someone who can tell her. Marguerite Renard. We need to get to Renard before she does.
Dembe: How does she learn about Renard?
Red: I don’t know. And we don’t have time to find out, because after I tell you how to locate Renard, I’m also gonna tell Elizabeth.
Dembe: Why would you do that?
Red: Because she’s looking for her sister, Jennifer, who was kidnapped and possibly taken to a place where Renard is located. Telling Elizabeth may be the only way to save Jennifer’s life.
Dembe: You’re doing the right thing.
Red: That may be. You just get to Renard first so I don’t regret it.

 
[ Prison BUZZER SOUNDS ] [ Red talks to Liz across a visitors table ]
Red: To find Jankowics, you’ll have to start with one of his couriers. I’m told she’s a young woman, white, with red hair.
Liz: Where can I find her?
Red: She’s arriving later today at Dulles on a plane registered to FarTide Holdings coming from Montreal.

 
[ Dulles Airport ]
[ Customs agent stamps Alexandra Ivers’s passport ] [ STAMP CLICKS ]
Liz: There. Two o’clock.
Ressler: Excuse me. Miss?!
Liz: Ma’am?
[ Trying to hurry away, Alexandra trips and falls ] [ GASPS ]
[ Ressler and Liz catch up. Liz helps Alexandra up ]
Alexandra: It’s okay. It’s fine.
Ressler: Agents Ressler, Keen, FBI.
Liz: We have to ask you a few questions, but before we do, I need to make sure you’re okay.
Alexandra: I’m fine.
Liz: How far along are you?
Alexandra: I said I’m fine.
Ressler: In that case, you’re under arrest.

 
[ Ressler and Liz take Alexandra to Ressler’s apartment ]
Alexandra: Wha– W-What is this place? Where are we?
Liz: Sit down.
[ Alexandra sits heavily ] [ GRUNTS ]
Alexandra: Who are you? – [ BREATHING HEAVILY ] You’re not the FBI. Where’s your arrest warrant? Why are we in some apartment?
Liz: Jankowics. I need you to tell me where he is.
Ressler: Come on. Answer the question.
[ DOOR OPENS ] [ Hannah enters ]
Hannah: Hey, I thought that was your car. I thought I would bring you lunch, make sure you’re o–
Ressler: Hey.
Hannah: Oh, I’m sorry.
Ressler: It’s okay.
Hannah: Obviously, it’s a bad time. I shouldn’t–
Ressler: No, no, I can explain.
Alexandra: Uh [ GROANS ]
Liz: What is it? Is it the baby?
Alexandra: It’s not the baby. The baby’s fine.
Hannah: Why do you have a pregnant woman zip-tied in a chair?
Ressler: Hannah, it’s, uh, work. Uh, my job.
Hannah: I’m not stupid, Don. Whatever that is, I’m pretty sure you’re not that is not in the Bureau manual.
Liz: [ To Alexandra ] Jankowics. The one they call Sarkany. He’s holding someone, a woman named Jennifer.
Ressler: [ To Hannah ] It’s not what you might think it is.
Hannah: Oh, really? ‘Cause what I think is I should call the police.
Alexandra: [ To Liz ] Look, I don’t know who you think I am. I’m a grad student at[–
Liz: Yeah, right. You’re not a grad student. [ Reads ID ] “Alexandra Ivers.” You were sent to deliver Sarkany’s product.
Ressler: This woman has information, and if we get it, we could save someone’s life. That’s what this is.
Liz: Your boss is holding my sister, my family. If anything happens to her–
Alexandra: You’ll what? You’ve got nothing. I lawyer up, I’ll be released on my own recognizance before you can spell “ROR.”
Liz: Oh, yeah, you sound like the average student to me. SAY CHEESE. [ Takes photo ]
Hannah: Whatever you say, you’re still interrogating a pregnant woman in the living room.
Ressler: I’m not interrogating a pregnant woman. I’m interrogating a witness in the living room.
Hannah: [ SCOFFS ] Deal with whatever you’re dealing with and call me when it’s over.
[ DOOR SLAMS ]
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Liz: There’s only one number saved to speed dial. It’s got to be his, right? If Sarkany trusts her to make deals, he’ll probably trade her for Jennifer. Hey. She’ll be okay.
Ressler: She’s definitely not gonna be okay. Let’s talk about this trade.

 
[ A guard leads Marguerite Renard into the living room by the arm where Marko Jankowics is waiting with Lilly. Lilly has been severely beaten, one eye swollen shut ]
Marguerite: Get your hands off of me! Marko, what is going on? Who is she? Did she tell you why they tried to take me?
Jankowics: Did you ever work for Hans Koehler?
Marguerite: [ Frightened ] Yes. I-It w- It was a lifetime ago.
Lilly: Then you know about Reddington. His client. Who he was before.
Marguerite: How did you find me?
Jankowics: She didn’t find you. The FBI did. Which means they found me, too.
Marguerite: Uh-
[ CELLPHONE RINGS ]
Jankowics: It’s Alexandra. You better hope the FBI didn’t find her, too.
[ He walks away to take the call ] [ FOOTSTEPS DEPART ]
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Marguerite: [ To Lilly ] I never spoke to Mr. Reddington. Or the woman who arranged for him to have the procedure.
Lilly: A woman? What woman?
Marguerite: Some Russian. I don’t know her name.
Lilly: W-Was it Katarina Rostova? Was that it? Was it Katarina Rostova who took Reddington to Dr. Koehler?

 
Jankowics: [ On phone ] Alexandra.
Ressler: Alexandra can’t come to the phone right now. She’s been arrested.
Jankowics: Who is this?
Ressler: You took a friend of mine, I took one of yours. Now I’m calling to suggest a trade.
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Liz: [ To Alexandra ] You’re burning up. Something’s wrong. We got to get you to the hospital. You’re probably going into labor.
Alexandra: It’s not the baby.
Liz: You don’t know that.
Alexandra: There is no baby.
Liz: [ GASPS ] Oh, my God. You’re not carrying a child. You’re carrying drugs?!
Alexandra: I fell at the airport. I think maybe– [ GRUNTING ] Maybe the package ruptured.
Liz: You’re overdosing.
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Ressler: Okay, a vacant lot. Yeah. No, we’ll find it.
Liz: [ From across the room ] Ressler!
Ressler: All right. Put Jennifer on the phone.
Jankowics: I don’t think so.
Ressler: That’s a deal-breaker.
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Alexandra: Get it out of me. Get it out now.
Liz: I’ll call 911.
Alexandra: Listen, lady! I am carrying 8 pounds of LSD. That is 10 million doses, maybe more. I’ll be dead before EMTs arrive. You need to cut it out.
Liz: Absolutely not.
Alexandra: Please! I’m gonna die!
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Ressler: We’re not swapping your girl for Jennifer until we know she’s alive.
Jankowics: [ On phone ] Trust me, my friend, she’s alive.
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Liz: Ressler, you need to get in here now!
[ Ressler rushes over ]
Ressler: What the hell’s going on? Is she having the baby?
Alexandra: Open the stitches and [ GASPS ] pull it out.
Liz: Pull what out?
Alexandra: It’s a plastic bladder.
Ressler: What’s going on?
Liz: She’s OD’ing. They implanted a prosthetic. It ruptured. You gotta get it out.
Alexandra: [ GASPING ] [ VOMITS ]
Ressler: All right. Hold her down. Hold her down.
[ He cuts into her abdomen ]
Ressler: Come on, come on. Hang on.
Alexandra: [ GROANING ]
Ressler: Okay. All right. Okay. Hang on.
Alexandra: [ GROANS ]
[ Ressler pulls out the package ]
Ressler: Okay.
Liz: Okay.
Alexandra: [ GASPING ]
[ KEYPAD BEEPING ]
Dispatcher: 911. What’s your emergency? Hello? Hello? Are you there?
[ Alexandra has gone limp. Ressler and Liz exchange bummed out looks ]
[ CELLPHONE BEEPS ] [ CELLPHONE THUDS ]

 
[ Colton Prison dining room ]
Vontae: Okay, he’s coming over here. Now, don’t ask me how he pulled it off.
Red: How’d you pull it off?
Vega: Cost me three bags of Red Vines.
Vontae: The point is he’s coming, and I told him you were cool, so, you know – be cool.
Red: Thank you, Vontae. Vega.
Anton Wyndham: You asked to see me.
Red: I did. I understand you’re the Grand Poobah of Rock River.
Wyndham: If you want something, it’s best to spit it out.
Red: This ugliness between your boys and the dreadfully named motorcycle boys – I need that to stop.
Wyndham: That’s got nothing to do with you.
Red: Vontae here says you’re a reasonable man. No doubt that’s why you’ve risen to the highest rank in your organization. So your decision to support your soldier who’s refused to pay a legitimate debt is confounding. Your man owes money. I want him to pay it.
Wyndham: I’ll see what I can do. Smart kid.
Red: Very.

 
[ Ressler and Liz wait in a vehicle for Jankowics. Alexandra’s lifeless body is in the back ]
Ressler: There was nothing else we could have done.
Liz: Only a monster would use a woman like that. That monster has Jennifer.
Ressler: We have $50 million worth of his product. He’ll give us Jennifer to get it back.
Liz: Tell me about Hannah.
Ressler: Don’t worry, Keen. You didn’t come between me and true love – even if you brought over a dead guy and a fake-pregnant, convulsing drug mule.
Liz: She had a key to your apartment. It seemed pretty serious.
Ressler: We chased Reddington for a decade, and not only didn’t I catch him, but now I know that it wasn’t even really him that I was chasing. So things aren’t always as they seem.
Liz: Tell me about it. I thought Reddington was my father. I thought Tom was just a teacher.
Ressler: I paid Hannah to be my girlfriend.
Liz: Say that again.
Ressler: She works at Alter Ego, a place that hires actors out to, uh–
Liz: Play parts, yeah. No, I remember. Brothers, sisters, brides [ GASPS ] You took her to your cousin’s wedding.
Ressler: As I recall, someone pointed out that I was pushing 40 with no real prospects.
Liz: [ CHUCKLES ] You make it sound like I said you were a loser. I distinctly remember saying that you were an amazing loser.
Ressler: [ LAUGHS ]
Liz: And I saw the way she looked at you. I mean, clearly, she saw the amazing part.
Ressler: Well, I appreciate you saying that.
Liz: That, or she was an amazing actor.

 
[ An SUV pulls up ]
Ressler: We’re gonna get her back.
[ Jankowics gets out. So do Ressler and Liz ]
Jankowics: I make it a habit to avoid the FBI. But I get the impression you don’t want your colleagues to know about this any more than I do.
Liz: Where’s Jennifer?
Jankowics: You have Alexandra?
Liz: There has been a situation. The prosthetic you implanted ruptured. We tried to save her life.
Jankowics: The rest of my product?
Ressler: We have it. $50 million. You’ll get it when we get Jennifer.
Jankowics: [ To his men ] Bring her.
[ Two guards bring her out. Liz and Lilly hug ]
Liz: Get in the car.
Jankowics: Get Alexandra’s body. Put it in the car.
[ Lilly SOBS ]
[ Ressler gets the package of drugs, hiding a gun underneath it ]
Jankowics: I’m a pretty good judge of character. But on the off chance that you’re planning on telling your colleagues about me, I’m afraid I can’t let that hap–
[ Jankowics fires. The LSD crystals go flying, Ressler shoots Jankowics 💥 Liz and Ressler take out the guards 💥💥💥 ]

 
[ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS ] [ As Red walks toward the dining area, violence breaks out ]
[ KNIFE PLUNGES ] [ Oscar Sandoval is stabbed and falls to the floor ]
Guard: Everybody move! Down! Get down!
Red: [ To Cyclops leader Matt Quill ] What the hell did you do?
[ ALARMS RINGING ]
Matt Quill: We take out our own trash.
Red: I handled it. They were gonna pay. It was done.
Matt Quill: No one asked you to handle nothing. It was his job to do, and he failed. He brought disrespect. I can’t have other crews thinking they can disrespect us and get away with it. I gotta look out for all my people.
Vontae: This is nuts.
Matt Quill: [ To Vontae ] Watch yourself.
Red: No, I think you’re the one who needs to watch yourself. In fact, I’d keep all three of your eyes open. You never know when you’re gonna to run into a hero with a flaming stick.
Guard: This table. Single file! Move! – Now!
– Let’s go!
[ ALARMS RINGING ]
– Second table, let’s go!
– Yeah, all right.

 
[ Ressler loads the package of LSD into the car trunk ]
Lilly: [ To Liz ] I talked to Marguerite Renard. She refused to say anything about Reddington, but she said there was a woman who arranged the surgery.
Liz: What woman?
Lilly: A Russian. She wouldn’t confirm it.
Liz: Katarina Rostova? She was there. My mother? Why was she there?
Lilly: That doesn’t- I don’t- I don’t und- I don’t know, but this that woman, that nurse – She knew the name. I could see it in her eyes.
Liz: That doesn’t make any sense. Why would my mother help some imposter – become Raymond Reddington?
Lilly: I don’t know. But Renard does. She knows more than she’s saying. You have to get her. And I can get us there.

 
[ Ressler drives with Liz and Lilly to the mansion ]
Lilly: That’s it. This is the place. There were guards there before.
Liz: Not anymore.
Ressler: Word’s out on Jankowics. And this nurse, Renard, where was she?
Lilly: She was in a bedroom in the back.
Liz: Once we do this, we’ll know the truth. It’ll be over.
Ressler: All right. Let’s go.
Lilly: I never got to say thank you.
Ressler: Don’t thank me yet.
[ VEHICLE DOOR CLOSES ] [ Ressler and Liz walk toward the house ]
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[ Inside the house, there is no sign of Marguerite Renard ]
Liz: Ressler? We’re too late. She’s gone.

 
[ CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING ]
[ Red’s cell has been nicely reappointed with fresh linens, a desk and new phonograph records ]
Warden Macatee: As I said, you accommodate me, I accommodate you.
Red: You asked me to try to stop a young man’s murder and he’s dead.
Warden Macatee: You met with Anton Wyndham, got him to do the right thing.
Red: Oscar Sandoval’s still dead.
Warden Macatee: You lost the battle – you stopped the war. In my book, that’s a win.
Red: You could prosecute his killer.
Warden Macatee: Why would I do that? Matt Quill’s already doing life with no parole.
Red: Nothing if not pragmatic. In any case, thank you for the amenities.
Warden Macatee: Is there anything else you need?
Red: As a matter of fact, there is. I’ve been considering a new work detail, maybe something in the kitchen.
Warden Macatee: Consider it done.
[ HINGES CREAK, DOOR SLAMS, LOCK ENGAGES ]

 
[ Liz’s apartment ]
Lilly: So it’s not over.
Liz: Without Jankowics, she doesn’t have the resources to run.We can find her again.
Lilly: I don’t think so.
Liz: We can do this.
Lilly: I don’t mean that. I mean me. I-I don’t think I can do this. I spent my whole life running from Reddington because I didn’t want his world bleeding into mine.
Liz: We are so close.
Lilly: Yeah, but to what? To becoming him? I was always so afraid of what he might do to me and my mother, and now I’m equally afraid of what he’s making me want to do to him.
Liz: I understand how you’re feeling. Believe me, I do. But you’re like me. You will find a way to–
Lilly: To do what? To get used to it?
Liz: I was gonna say survive.
Lilly: [ SIGHS DEEPLY ] I’m sorry, Liz. I really am.
Liz: Where are you gonna go?
Lilly: I’ve got a friend with a place on Long Island. It’s peaceful there this time of year. I could use peaceful.
Liz: [ SIGHS DEEPLY ]
[ Angus & Julia Stone’s ♪ “Paper Aeroplane” plays ]
Liz: This will end. And when it does, I’ll find you.
[ They hug ]

 
[ A bar at night. Hannah and Ressler sit in a booth ]
Hannah: [ SIGHS ] It’s my fault. I broke my own rule. I should never have gotten involved with a client. This really isn’t gonna work out.
Ressler: There’s a perfectly reasonable explanation.
Hannah: Mm.

♪ I spilled the ink

Ressler: I’m just not allowed to talk about it.
Hannah: [ CHUCKLES ] I know all about secrets, Don. I work for a company that creates the illusion of authentic relationships. But I– [ SIGHS ] I have all the lies I can handle in my work life.

♪ It won’t fly the seven seas to you

Hannah: I can’t have them in my personal life, too.

♪ ‘Cause it didn’t leave my room
But it awaits the hands of someone else
The garbage man

[ Hannah leaves Ressler’s key on the table, gets up and leaves ]

 
[ It’s early Monday morning. At the Post Office, Liz and Ressler are having bagels ]
Liz: Well, that was a fun weekend. My sister left me, and your girlfriend left you.
Ressler: Well, guess we’re not as likable as we thought.
Liz: You think we’re ever gonna find that nurse?
Ressler: My gut says no, but if you want to look, I’m ready to help.

♪ Got to say, mm

[ ELECTRICITY HUMS ] [ The lights come on ] [ Aram arrives at work ]
Aram: Oh, hey. You guys got here early. Bagels. Happy Monday. Oh, my gosh. I gotta tell you a funny story. I had the craziest weekend. You are not gonna believe this. Um, hang on. Are these gluten-free?

 
[ In Red’s airplane, Dembe is on the phone. Marguerite sits with her dog at the far end of the plane ]

♪ Got to say, mm

Dembe: I acquired the package.
Red: [ On phone ] Did she say anything before you got there? To Jennifer?
Dembe: Yes. That Katarina arranged the procedure. Nothing more.
Red: That’s more than enough. You know what needs to be done.
Dembe: There are alternatives.
Red: There were before, not now. Not when she mentioned Katarina. Now Elizabeth will stop at nothing. Wherever we put Renard, she’ll be found, and she’ll talk. I’d do it myself if I could, but I can’t, and it must be done.
Dembe: I understand.
[ CELLPHONE SNAPS SHUT ]

 
[ Willis Earl Beal’s ♪ “Too Dry To Cry” Plays ]
[ Dembe walks to the other end of the plane, scratches the dog’s head and sits down ]
Dembe: [ INHALES DEEPLY ] [ SIGHS, smiles pleasantly ] Have you ever been to Scotland?
Marguerite: No. But I’ve always wanted to go.
Dembe: It’s a beautiful place to be.

 
[ Red stirs soup in the kitchen at Colton prison ]

♪ Tweed jacket, trucker hat
Cup of tea I’m just sittin’ at the table
Thinkin’ about me
Like a tearless drone
I am the deep down clown
You better throw me a bone

[ Matt Quill gets up to get something to drink from the self-service counter ]

♪ ‘Cause I know
Don’t leave me hangin’ like a spider with no fly

Red: I don’t know where the hell Dell is. I’m gonna go wipe down his tables.
[ Red grabs a bucket of water and towel ]

♪ I’m too dry to cry, no, no
Don’t leave me hangin’ like a spider with no fly

[ Red walks up behind Matt Quill. He quietly plunges a meat thermometer into his chest and walks away. Quill falls to the floor. Other inmates gather around Quill. Red has moved on, wiping down tables ]

♪ ‘Cause I’ve been bangin’ on the walls
‘Cause I’m too dry to cry, oh, no, no
No no
Don’t leave me hanging
Ow no
Don’t leave me hanging
No no
Don’t leave me hanging
Ow no
Don’t leave me hanging
No no (fade out)

 
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Episode Songs

 

♫ Paper Aeroplane
By Angus and Julia Stone

♪ I spilled the ink across the page trying to spell your name
So I fold it up and I flick it out
Paper Aeroplane
It wont fly the seven seas to you
Cause it didnt leave my room
But it awaits the hands of someone else
The garbage man

♪ Got to say mmm mmm mmm [x2]

♪ So he opens it up and reads it out to all his friends
Amongst the crowd a heart will break and a heart will mend
He walks on home tired from work
The letter falls from his hand
He reaches out only to catch the sky
Its gone with the wind

♪ Got to say mmm mmm mmm [x2]

♪ I spilled the ink across the land
Trying to spell your name
Up and down there it goes
Paper Aeroplane
It hasnt flown the seven seas to you
But its on its way
It goes through the hands
Then to someone else
To find you girl

♪ Got to say mmm mmm mmm [x2]
Got to say mmm

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2ThFkHG
YouTube: https://youtu.be/Ly0fz0T_lQE

 

♫ Too Dry To Cry
By Willis Earl Beal

[Verse 1]
♪ Tweed jacket, trucker hat, cup of tea
I’m just sitting at the table thinking about me
With my moccasins on and waiting by my phone
With my half-masked eyes like a tear-less drone
I am the deep down clown, you better throw me a bone
Cause I’ll be making that sound, when they leave me alone
With the pots and pans, my voice and my hands
And my spoon drumstick, with this innocuous trance
You got to give me a chance to advance this romance
So when I pick out my ‘fro I have a place I can go
[Hook]
No no, don’t leave me hanging like a spider with no fly
Cause I’ve been banging on the walls cause I’m too dry to cry
(x2)

[Verse 2]
♪ Photocopied Xerox pictures of dames
With two dimensional faces make me feel ashamed
So I keep ’em tucked away in a folder that’s red
But I don’t need to look at them, cause they’re stuck in my head
They’re what I sniff when I tell you to come right along
In my one-room shack, you know we can’t go wrong
I got nine hard inches like a pitchfork prong
So honey lift up your dress and help me sing this song
[Hook x2]
No no
Ow no
Don’t leave me hanging (repeat, fade out)

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2T8tD62
YouTube: https://youtu.be/JmBayI4VKBU

 
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🔴 Script 6:9 Minister D (№ 99)

 
Program air date: 2/22/2019 in the US (7pm CT) [ Second of Two Episodes ]
Script Permalink: https://wp.me/pDKwi-99J
Entertainment Weekly Recap: http://bit.ly/2Tdlmhf
 

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Directed by: Michael Caracciolo
Written by: Noah Schechter, Jonathan Shapiro

 

 

⭕ Script 6:9 Minister D (№ 99)

 

Brief (Where we’re at): Liz and Lilly (Jennifer), determined to find Marguerite Renard, the nurse for Dr Hans Koehler (Blacklister #33) at the time Red’s identity was changed to that of Raymond Reddington, discovered more than they were looking for. They stumbled into an LSD-trafficking ring run by Marko Jankowics (Blacklister #58). Jankowics used young women as drug mules by having large quantities of the drug sewn into their abdomens, thus mimicing pregnancy. In a fudged attempt to abduct Marguerite, the drug ring took Lilly captive instead. Though beaten mercilessly by Jankowics, Lilly was able to find out from Marguerite that although she did not know Red’s true identity, that his surgery had been set up by a Russian woman, very likely Katarina Rostova.

Liz turned to Red for help finding Jankowics in order to save Jennifer. In the process of asking inmates in Colton Prison (where he is still awaiting trial), Red too found that out that Jankowics’s girlfriend was Marguerite Renard, so now Red knows for certain that Liz is trying to find out about his past. In order to save Lilly, Liz also turned to Ressler and confided in him the fact that Red is not the real Raymond Reddington, but an imposter. Ressler and Liz were able to rescue Lilly on a tip from Red and take out the drug dealers, but Dembe, at Red’s direction, got to Marguerite before she could spill any more beans and, one way or another, Marguerite is unlikely to be heard from again.

After being rescued, a nerve-wracked Lilly decided she had had enough of the wild life and headed off for a quieter existence on Long Island, leaving Liz and her new co-conspirator Ressler to continue to pursue the secrets of Red’s past. Oh. Did I mention that Red ended a gang war inside the prison? There’s also that.

 
[ In a room lined with shelf upon shelf of archived audio tapes, a man works a complex array of 1980s-era recording equipment, including a switchboard, moving tape drives and a manual typewriter. The man has a deep, irregular scar on his left cheek. He moves quickly between recorded conversations ]

Paul: No. This is ridiculous. Just come home.
Deborah: I called a lawyer, Paul. He said we shouldn’t be talking.
Paul: A lawyer? No, Deb. I’m sorry.
Deborah: I know you’re sorry, Paul.
[ CLICK ]

Woman: Mrs. Evans? This is Wendy from E.I.C.Trust. I’m following up on our previous conversation. Good news. It appears you are not overdrawn.
[ CLICK ]

Woman #2: Over my dead body, Susan.
Susan: [ SIGHS ] Mom, it’s a retirement community.
Woman #2: I’m not gonna play bingo all day just to have someone wipe my–
[ CLICK ]

Woman #3: a fever and won’t be able to go on the–
[ CLICK ]

[ MAN SPEAKING SPANISH ]
[ CLICK ]

Children: Hi, Grandpa!
Man: Oh, hey, there, lovelies.
[ CLICK ]

WOMAN #4: Afternoon. Do you have time to take a li–
[ CLICK, BEEP ]

[ RINGING ]
Mikela: Hey, I got your message. Is it true?
Peter: Yeah. Came today. $2.2 million. I’ve never seen a check that big.
Mikela: [ SIGHS ] Then it’s done, right? This is great. We should celebrate.
Peter: No, no. Not yet. Uh, listen, I think we might have a situation.
Mikela: What situation?
Peter: It’s about the body.

[ The man with the scarred face leans forward ]
 
[ Red’s holding cell at the federal courthouse in NYC ] [ Red is also listening to a recorded conversation ]
Red: Play it again.
[ Dembe is in a car. He holds a recorder up to his phone ]

[ BEEP ]
Operator: 911. What’s your emergency?
Woman: I saw a man with a gun! On West Fourth near the Red Brau Tavern.
Operator: Can you describe him?
Woman: White guy in his 50s. He’s wearing a suit. Tan suit and a hat.
[ CLICK ]

Dembe: Our contact in the department says the caller didn’t identify herself.
Red: Someone identified me to the caller. We both know who and why.
Dembe: You have no proof it was Elizabeth.
Red: No. And I hope I’m wrong, but she’s hunting for my past. And putting me here makes it more likely she’ll find it.
Dembe: Raymond, you’re facing the death penalty. She would never put you in that position.
Red: Try to identify the person on the tape. And please reach out to the Task Force. I have a case.

 
[ Liz visits Red in his holding cell ]
Liz: Minister D?
Red: A serial blackmailer. He takes his name from the villain in Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Purloined Letter.” However, unlike his namesake, this man’s never been identified.
Liz: Why now? Today of all days?
Red: Because I’m innocent. And he can prove it.
Liz: How?
Red: The explanation will be obvious once you’ve found him. But as my trial begins within the hour, I’d appreciate it if you would investigate now and ask questions later.
Liz: You say this Minister D can prove your innocence. Can he also prove who’s guilty?
Red: Yes.
Liz: So you know who the real traitor is?
Red: Someone I trusted. As is the traitor who turned me in to the police.
Liz: Have you found out who that is yet?
Red: Someone close. Traitors always are.
Liz: Tell me about Minister D.

 
[ The Post Office ]
LIz: According to Reddington, Minister D gathers incriminating information and then uses it to extort people. In 2004, he discovered an insider trading scheme and used the information to extort $4 million from a pair of traders at Koji Analytics. Six years ago, he blackmailed Senator Constance Holsted after finding proof of a kickback scheme between the senator’s husband and a major real estate developer.
⋘⋙
[ Minister D listens and types on an old-fashioned manual typewriter ]

Peter: It’s about the body.
Mikela: What are you talking about? Where we put it isn’t safe.

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Cooper: Did Reddington say how Minister D collects his intel?
Liz: No. But he made it seem as if he has compromising information on just about everyone.
Samar: Which is why Reddington brought us the case.
Aram: What do you mean?
Samar: Minister D gathers information to extort people. With Reddington about to go to trial, it stands to reason that he wants to extort members of the jury or the judge. Maybe he thinks the Minister can help with that.
Ressler: It’s a risky move if he believes he’s innocent.
Samar: Which we all know he’s not.
Ressler: Do we?
Samar: You think Reddington is innocent?
Ressler: I think this guy could be.
Samar: This “guy”?
Liz: I think what Ressler is trying to say–
Samar: Yes, please translate.
Liz: –is, we won’t know the truth until we find the Minister.
Cooper: Did Reddington give any indication where to start?
Liz: Yes. With Sayantan Shah.
Cooper: The Taxi Tycoon?
Liz: In 2006, Reddington loaned him money to pay off a blackmailer he believes was Minister D.
Cooper: Talk to Shah. See what he knows.

 
Sayantan Shah: He loaned me money. I paid him back. Is that a crime?
Ressler: To do business with a wanted fugitive and not report it? Yeah. That’s a whole lot of crimes.
Shah: I was being blackmailed. I didn’t have the money. What was I supposed to do? I can’t just walk into a bank.
Liz: Relax, Mr. Shah. We’re not here to arrest you.
Ressler: Or to ask you to cooperate against Mr. Reddington. We don’t need your help to make a case against him. What we do need is your help to make a case against the man who blackmailed you.
Liz: We’ll ignore your business with Raymond Reddington if you tell us about your business with Minister D.
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[ A delivery man enters an office and hands an envelope to a secretary ]
Delivery man: Delivery for Peter DeReamer.
⋘⋙
Shah: And the reasons I was being blackmailed – You’ll ignore those, too?
Ressler: Our interest is Minister D. If you help us, we’ll look past your little indiscretions.
[ CHAIR CREAKING ]
Shah: I came to my office one day after lunch, and there was this envelope.
⋘⋙
[ Peter DeReamer enters his office and picks up the envelope left on his desk and opens it. Inside is a typed transcript ]
⋘⋙
Shah: Inside was a transcript of a phone call I had made detailing certain business arrangements that might have been misunderstood by my partners.
Ressler: Or the IRS.
Shah: A few days later, I get a call instructing me to deliver $400,000 in cash. That transcript was word for word. I hired a team. They found this buried in the phone lines of my apartment building.
[ Shah shows them a photo on his cell phone ]
Liz: It’s a tap. He was listening.
⋘⋙
[ Peter DeReamer reads, in addition to the transcript, a neatly handwritten note: “I know you killed your wife” ]

 
[ Courtroom ]
Judge Roberta Wilkins: Good morning. Unless the parties have any last issues they wish to address, I’ll ask the clerk to bring down the jury.
Red: As you’re kind enough to inquire, I do have an issue that compels me to ask for a continuance.
Judge Wilkins: And what, pray tell, is that?
Red: A key piece of evidence has not yet materialized. I expect it to shortly. I have investigators working to locate it as we speak.
Asst US Atty Michael Sima: By “investigators,” I can only assume defense counsel means his very own team of FBI agents.
Judge Wilkins: Is that true?
Red: My cooperation agreement continues on a voluntary basis. I’ve steered the Bureau in the direction of a wanton criminal. Mr. Sima may not appreciate that an ancillary benefit of catching said criminal is that he is in possession of information that will prove my innocence, but anyone with an actual interest in the truth would, I’m sure, see a continuance as a prerequisite for a just outcome.
Sima: A just outcome would have been the defendant accepting our settlement offer of life in prison.
Judge Wilkins: The government was willing to take the death penalty off the table, and you rejected it?
Red: Yes. As any innocent man would.
Judge Wilkins: Mr. Reddington, your motion for a continuance is denied. If exculpatory evidence surfaces, you can introduce it at trial, or, if necessary, on appeal. We’ll bring the jury in for opening arguments after lunch.
[ GAVEL BANGS ⚡️ ]

 
[ The Post Office ]
Cooper: What do we have?
Aram: Okay, so, the device Agents Keen and Ressler identified was some kind of splitter. It duplicated the signal from Shah’s phone, sending one signal to the number Shah dialed and another to a different location.
Liz:Some sort of listening post.
Aram: Now, I couldn’t trace the calls, but we did find similar devices. [ KEYS CLACKING ] And get this – They were all monitoring landlines and cell towers operated by the VeraCom Phone Company.
Samar: According to VeraCom’s files, only a handful of individuals serviced the sites where we discovered taps.
Aram: Three joined the company after the first reported incident, one left the country to do missionary work in 2013, and another died of a heart attack just eight months ago.
Liz: Which leaves?
Samar: Elijah Bailey.
Aram: The name’s an alias. Taxes filed under a stolen Social. Engineering degrees also forged.
Ressler: What about a location?
Samar: An address in Arlington.
[ DOOR CLANKS ] [ Assistant US Attorney Sima steps out of the elevator ]
Liz: What’s he doing here?
Cooper: He’s here to see Agent Ressler. Keen, Navabi, run down that Arlington address. Ressler, come with me.

 
[ Cooper’s Office ]
Ressler: So, what’s this about?
Sima: I need to prep you for trial. I’m calling you as a witness.
Cooper: The work of the Task Force remains classified.
Sima: I won’t be asking about it. Back when the FBI was hunting Reddington instead of working for him, you ran point on the investigation.
Ressler: He’s on trial for acts of treason he allegedly committed long before I took over that investigation.
Sima: We all know they’re not alleged. And I wouldn’t be asking you if I had anyone else to ask, but your predecessors have all passed. You’re the ranking officer.
Cooper: Why’d you wait so long to let us know?
Sima: Because I don’t trust you. I know you’re working a case to help him at trial. You know how I know? He told us in court. Agent Ressler, once I put you under oath, your loyalty will be to the truth, not Reddington. Perjure yourself even once, and I will make sure you join your boss in prison.

 
[ The FBI raids Minister D’s house ]
[ DOOR SLAMS OPEN ]
— FBI!
[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ]
— Clear!
— Clear here!
— Clear over here!
— Clear here!
[ Liz and Samar descend the basement steps to Minister D’s “studio.” They shine their flashlights on the shelves of archive audiotapes ]
Samar: [ SIGHS ] There must be 10,000 tapes in here.

 
[ Dembe searches for the woman who made the 911 call ] [ HORN HONKS IN DISTANCE ]
[ Loma’s ♪ “White Glass” plays ]
[ Dembe locates the payphone from which the 911 call was made ]
[ BEEPS ] [ CELLPHONE DIALING ] [ LINE RINGS ] [ TELEPHONE RINGS ]
[ He gets out of his car and investigates on foot ]
[ RINGING CONTINUES ] [ BEEPS ] [ HORNS HONK IN DISTANCE ]

♪ I’m a blackbird singing on a riverbank
I’m a vulture hanging in the wind

[ Dembe enters a barber shop ] [ BELLS JINGLE ]
Barber: Hey there. How you doing, papito? Need a shave?
Dembe: I’m looking for a woman. She made a call from that payphone. It was a few weeks ago. I have a date and time to check your security cameras.
Barber: Memory’s deleted every 48 hours.
Dembe: Maybe somebody saw something?
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Homeless Man: Don’t know. Maybe. I ain’t seen nobody on that phone in the time I been here.
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Woman: I can ask around, but no promises.
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Barber: Look, man, like I told you, I don’t know anything.
Dembe: Thanks for listening.
Barber: Yeah, no problem.
[ BELLS JINGLE ]

 
[ Dembe is sitting in his car. Someone peers in the car window. Reflexively, Dembe pulls his gun and points it at the window. When he sees it is only a young homeless woman, he puts his gun down and lowers the car window ]
Homeless Woman: You the one been asking about that girl? One who made the call?
Dembe: I am. Did you see something?
Homeless Woman: If I did, what’s in it for me?
Dembe: Maybe I could pay you.
Homeless Woman: Maybe you could give me the money first. And maybe then I talk.
[ SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE ]
[ Dembe gives her a small wad of bills ]
Dembe: Did you see who made that call?
Homeless Woman: Yeah. I did it.

 
Liz: You cannot go to jail to protect his secret.
Ressler: Sima may not ask anything that requires me to lie.
Liz: But if he does ask you to confirm that Raymond Reddington is the defendant, – you can’t say “yes.”
Ressler: If I say “no,” if I tell the truth, he’s gonna know that we know, and he’ll do everything he can to keep us from learning his true identity.
Liz: If the only way for me to find out who he really is is for the most honest person I know to commit perjury, I don’t want to know.
Ressler: If Reddington just– If he admitted that he was the imposter, the charges would be dropped. I mean, he’s facing the death penalty, and, still, he says nothing. If he’s okay with that, so am I. Besides, I’m not that honest.
Liz: I said you were the most honest person I know. The bar’s pretty low.
Ressler: [ CHUCKLES ] Look. You deserve an answer. And I’m not gonna be the one who says something that keeps you from getting that.
[ Ressler places his hand reassuredly on Liz’s shoulder ]
Liz: But if something were to happen to you because you did that, I would never forgive myself.

 
[ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS IN DISTANCE ]
[ KNOCK ON DOOR ] [ Aram enters Samar’s office ]
Aram: Hey. He uses a manual typewriter.
Samar: Mm, who does?
Aram: Our guy. The listener. Are you sitting in the dark?
Samar: I had a migraine.
Aram: Oh. I didn’t know you got migraines.
Samar: I didn’t. Before.
Aram: You okay?
Samar: [ SIGHS ] Uh, you were saying?
Aram: Right, um – anyway, have you ever used a manual typewriter? Yeah, it’s impossible. Just to make a mark, you have to slam on each key. [ Grins broadly ]
Samar: Do you have a point, or are you just being pointlessly adorable?
Aram: All right, by slamming on each key, you leave a mark on the paper and the ribbon. And after the ribbon is hit, it spools. So if you unspool it, you can see the last thing Minister D typed.
Samar: So you’re saying you know who his next target is?

 
[ Aram briefs the Task Force ]
Aram: The next target is Peter DeReamer, who cheated on his wife with a Mikela Pariente.
Liz: He blackmailed him over an affair? How original.
Aram: Not the affair. The insurance. $2 million in his wife’s name, which paid out when they killed her. Yesterday, Bailey recorded this.

Mikela: Hey, I got your message. Is it true?
Peter: Yeah. Came today. $2.2 million. I’ve never seen a check that big.
Mikela: [ SIGHS ] Then it’s done, right? This is great. We should celebrate.
Peter: No, no. Not yet. Uh, listen, I think we might have a situation.
Mikela: What situation?
Peter: It’s about the body.
Mikela: What are you talking about?
Peter: Where we put it isn’t safe. She could be found.

Cooper: DeReamer. Where is he?
Aram: The building manager at Mikela’s apartment saw him arrive 20 minutes ago.
Cooper: Keen, Navabi, get there. Take them both into custody. See if they can lead us to Bailey.

 
[ Red’s trial for treason ]
Asst US Atty Sima: Agent Ressler, did you once lead an FBI Task Force dedicated to killing or capturing Raymond Reddington?
[ Red stands ]
Red: Your Honor, I’m happy to stipulate that Agent Ressler was the FBI agent who spent the prime years of his career engaged in a futile game of whack-a-mole.
[ Ressler smirks ] [ Red sits ]
Judge Wilkins: Mr. Sima, we can dispense with the foundational questions. Proceed.
Sima: As the ranking officer on that Reddington Task Force, were you familiar with an incident that occurred involving the U.S.S. Gideon in March of 1990?
Ressler: I was. Yes. The U.S.S. Gideon was an Ohio-class submarine sunk by the Soviet Navy while on a secret mission in the Barents Sea. 134 men were on board. They all died.
Sima: You say it was a secret mission. How did the Soviet Navy find out about it?
Ressler: Because Raymond Reddington told them.
Sima: Was the defendant the only one who knew about the mission?
Ressler: Raymond Reddington was one of 16 people who were aware of it. 12 Naval officers and four CIA operatives on the Russia desk.
Sima: If 16 people were aware of the mission, how can you be sure the defendant was the informant?
Ressler: Two days before the sub was attacked, the Gideon’s captain changed course to avoid weather. The change was communicated to an intelligence officer who was assigned to the mission. He was the only one of the 16 who knew the coordinates of the sub on the day in question.
Sima: Who was that intelligence officer?
Ressler: Raymond Reddington.
Sima: So, the defendant was the only one who knew the location of the submarine. That doesn’t prove he told the Russians how to find it. Why are you so certain that he did?
Ressler: Because a secure KGB communiqué we intercepted indicated that Raymond Reddington provided the Russians with the exact coordinates where the submarine was torpedoed.
Sima: Mr. Ressler, I’m showing you a document that has previously been admitted as Government Exhibit 9. Is this the communiqué?
Ressler: It is.
Sima: Please read it for the jury.
Ressler: “Lamprey indicates target diverted. Prior intel no longer actionable. New coordinates received.” Do you want me to read the coordinates?
Sima: That won’t be necessary. Are you familiar with the code name “Lamprey”?
Ressler: Yes. “Lamprey” was the code name the KGB assigned to Raymond Reddington.
Sima: For the defendant?
Ressler: For Raymond Reddington.
Sima: And- And – Is Raymond Reddington in the courtroom today?
Ressler: —
Sima: You- Your Honor?
Judge Wilkins: Agent Ressler. The man referred to in the communiqué. Is he in this courtroom or not?
Ressler: [ Pause ] Yes, Your Honor. He is.

 
[ The FBI storms Mikela Pariente’s apartment ]
[ DOOR SLAMS OPEN ]
— FBI!
— Don’t move!
— Freeze!
Mikela: Don’t shoot!
Samar: FBI. Hands where we can see them.
Liz: Mikela Pariente, you’re under arrest for the murder of Janice DeReamer.
Samar: Peter DeReamer. Where is he?
[ Mikela motions toward the window ]
[ Liz arrests Mikela ] [ HANDCUFFS CLICK ]
Mikela: [ SIGHS ]
[ Samar pursues Peter DeReamer. He runs up the emergency escape stairs ]
Samar: FBI! Stop! Stop!
[ Peter is about to try to leap to the emergency stairs on the next door building, about 8 feet distance ]
Samar: You won’t make it!
[ Peter jumps, grabs on to the railing for a second, but can’t hold on ] [ GRUNTING ] [ SCREAMING‼️ ] [ Peter falls to his death ] [ THUD ⚠️ ] [ Samar BREATHING HEAVILY ]

 
[ Inside the apartment ]
Liz: We heard the tapes. We know you and Peter killed his wife and that Bailey’s blackmailing you. If you ever want to get out of prison, you’re gonna help us find him.
Mikela: He told us to put $200,000 in my purse and take it to the Harkins Museum. Wanted me to put it in a gift-shop bag and leave it near a bench at 3:20.
Liz: Okay, then. That’s exactly what you’re gonna do.

 
[ The courtroom. Red cross-examines Ressler ]
Red: Agent Ressler. My goodness. After all these years, I feel as if we actually know each other.
Ressler: [ CHUCKLES ] I know the feeling.
Red: Have you ever heard of Katarina Rostova?
Ressler: Yes. She was a KGB officer.
Red: Would it surprise you to learn that she and I had quite a complicated history? Sex, drugs, rock ‘n’ roll. Did I say “sex”? Sex.
Ressler: Almost nothing you do surprises me.
Red: How about that Katarina hid the fact that she was a KGB agent, stole the coordinates for the submarine U.S.S. Gideon, and passed them on to her superiors? That she, in fact, was responsible for the deaths of those brave young men?
Sima: Objection. What surprises Agent Ressler is not relevant.
Judge Wilkins: Sustained. Move on, Mr. Reddington.
Red: Agent Ressler, was I a good intelligence officer?
Ressler: Raymond Reddington was one of the best.
Red: Sorry? Raymond Reddington was?
Ressler: Yes.
Red: Hated by the KGB?
Ressler: Very much so.
Red: Would they have liked to see him disgraced?
Ressler: Definitely.
Red: Enough to forge a communiqué?
Sima: Objection. The witness cannot possibly know what the KGB would or wouldn’t do.
Judge Wilkins: Objection sustained. Move on.
Red: Mr. Sima asked you if I was a traitor. You hesitated with your answer. Why?
Ressler: What difference does it make?
Red: Is it because you’re uncertain? Or aware of mitigating circumstances that have given you a different opinion of me? About who I am today as opposed to who I once was?
Ressler: I don’t think you want me to answer that.
Red: Oh, but I do.
Judge Wilkins: I don’t. Counsel will approach. You may be excused for the moment, Agent Ressler.
[ Red comes forward ]
Judge Wilkins: [ CLEARS THROAT ] I do not like tricks played in my courtroom. Especially dirty ones.
Red: He hesitated for a reason.
Judge Wilkins: The reason is that you work together – a fact that is not admissible at this trial. Or have you forgotten that your cozy relationship with the FBI is a deep, dark, and regrettable secret?
Red: There’s something else.
Judge Wilkins: Well, I hope for your sake that it doesn’t involve Rostova. Because that fishing expedition is over.
Red: I need more time.
Judge Wilkins: Clearly. But you don’t have it.

 
[ Dembe gets into his car where the Homeless Woman is waiting ]
Dembe: A winter coat, a pair of warm shoes, and $3,000.
Homeless Woman: [ GASPS ] Who are you?
Dembe: It is yours whether you can help me or not.
Homeless Woman: It was a white woman. Dark hair. She didn’t give me her name. Just 100 bucks to call 911 and to say I seen a man with a gun. A man wearing a suit and hat.
[ Dembe shows her a photo of Liz ]
Dembe: Is this the woman?
Homeless Woman: That’s not her.
Dembe: Take your time. Are you sure?
Homeless Woman: She gave me 100 bucks to make a phone call. I’m never gonna forget her face. Just like I’m never gonna forget yours.

 
[ The courtroom ]
Sima: Please state your name and occupation.
Nuss: Lawton B. Nuss. I’m a retired forensic accountant with the FBI.
Sima: When you were with the Bureau, did you discover that the Russians paid Raymond Reddington for information leading to the sinking – of the U.S.S. Gideon?
Nuss: Yes, sir.
Red: I would object, but I so enjoy a good yarn.
Sima: Describe how the money was handled.
Nuss: A month before the incident, a corporate account was opened in a Cypriot bank known to work with Soviet intelligence. The only person with the power to withdraw funds was the company president.
Sima: And who was that?
Nuss: Raymond Reddington.
Sima: I’m sure many accounts were opened in the weeks prior to the tragedy of the Gideon. What makes you think the activity in this account was connected to it?
Nuss: Because a front company for the KGB wired $3 million into the account a day before the incident, and another $3 million the day after it. One week later, the entire amount was withdrawn.
Sima: By Reddington?
Nuss: Yes. Using fingerprints and a password.
Sima: Thank you. No further questions.
[ Red stands ]
Red: Was the withdrawal made in person?
Nuss: No. It was a wire transfer.
Red: You said the withdrawal required fingerprints and a password.
Nuss: It was done remotely.
Red: So if someone had a copy of my fingerprints and knew the password, they could have made the withdrawal, and no one at the bank, nor yourself, would have known the difference?
Nuss: I, uh, suppose that’s possible.
Red: Yes. You know what else is possible? That I was framed by Katarina Rostova, which I could prove if Your Honor would grant me even the shortest–
Judge Wilkins: All right, the court will stand in recess. During which time I will consider whether your willful disregard for my instruction suggests that while you are clearly competent to stand trial, you may be incompetent – to represent yourself.
Red: I’m innocent. How can trying to prove that suggest incompetence?
Judge Wilkins: It doesn’t. But not following the rules does. And so far, you haven’t come close to doing that. We’re back in 15.
[ GAVEL BANGS ⚡️ ]

 
[ At the Harkins Museum, Samar and Liz watch as Mikela Pariente walks to a bench and leaves the shopping bag with the purse inside, as instructed by Minister D. She then walks off ]
Liz: All right, she’s on the move.
[ A janitor appears pushing a cart. A baseball cap obscures his face ]
Samar: Hold on. Who’s this?
[ The janitor picks up the bag and wheels his cart to the Information Desk ]
Samar: He’s taking it to the Information Desk. Lost and found.
[ The janitor leaves the cart and exits through a door ]
Liz: The janitor. I got him.
Samar: I got the bag. Excuse me. FBI. I need to see that bag, right now. [ To Liz, over comms ] The purse is gone. The janitor has it. That’s him.
[ Liz follows the janitor but he has a lead. He stops to check the contents of the purse ]
[ 💦POP💦 ] [ Blue paint splatters all over him ]
Janitor: Aah! [ SPITS ]
[ He runs, leaving the purse behind ]

 
[ Liz is able to follow tracks of blue paint. A blue handprint shows her that the “Janitor” entered a men’s room ]
[ DOOR CREAKS ] [ DOOR CREAKS SHUT ]
[ Liz goes from stall to stall, gun ready, pushing the doors in ]
[ DOOR CREAKS LIGHTLY ] [ DOOR SLAMS ] [ DOOR CREAKS LIGHTLY ] [ DOOR SLAMS ]
[ Before she can push the last stall door, the man rushes out and attacks her. The gun is thrown free ]
[ GRUNTS ] [ THUD ]
[ They fight until Samar appears and slugs the “janitor” ]
“Janitor”: Aah!
Samar: [ To Liz ] Are you okay?
Liz: Uh, yeah, thanks.

 
[ Cooper visits Red in his holding cell ]
Red: Harold.
Cooper: We found Minister D.
[ DOOR THUDS SHUT, LOCK CLICKS ]
Red: If you found his archives, I need the tape of a phone call he recorded on December 7, 1990.
Cooper: If he has it, we’ll find it. But I won’t give it to you so you can leverage the judge or the jury.
Red: If that was my plan, I wouldn’t need your help. I’m quite capable of bribing jurors on my own. I didn’t give you this case to get an acquittal.
Cooper: Then why did you give it to us?
Red: To prove my innocence.

 
[ The courtroom ]
Judge Wilkins: Members of the jury, I have been on the bench 23 years, and I have never had a defendant represent himself in a death penalty case. Mr. Reddington made the choice, and, after careful consideration, I have decided to allow him to continue down that path. As he’s acting as his own counsel, he may testify in a narrative form. Mr. Reddington, I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt. Don’t make me regret it. Please.
[ Red crosses the courtroom, enters the witness stand ] [ Door CREAKS, THUMPS ]
Court Clerk: Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?
Red: I do.

 
[ At the Post Office, the Cooper, Samar and Aram go through Minister D‘s audio archives ]
Samar: I don’t see it anywhere. Is it possible he got the date wrong?
Cooper: Reddington told us to look for a very specific needle in this haystack. A recording taken on December 7, 1990.
[ Liz walks over ]
Liz: Bailey isn’t talking. Please tell me you found something.
Samar: We did. Just not what we were looking for.
Aram: Elijah Bailey is an alias. We matched his DNA to a Jordan Loving, a retired corporal in the Army Corps of Engineers. Now, he disappeared from a hospital four days after he made the recording that Mr. Reddington says will clear his name.
Cooper: Loving was admitted with severe burns after an explosion at his house injured him and killed a man identified as Zachary Tempkin. We found this picture at Bailey’s.
Samar: It can’t be a coincidence that Reddington is looking for a recording made on December 7th, and, on December 11th, an assassin injures Bailey and murders a man who appears to have been his lover.
Liz: Maybe he used the tape to try and blackmail someone who didn’t take kindly to being blackmailed.
Cooper: But who? And how the hell is it connected to Reddington?

 
[ The Courtroom ]
Red: 35 years ago, a Naval intelligence officer working for the U.S. government fell— fell into a relationship with a beautiful Russian woman. Unbeknownst to his superiors, that relationship, which started as guarded attraction, quickly evolved into passion, which resulted in pregnancy.
  They had the child. A girl, whom they both loved.
  What the Naval officer didn’t know, but certainly should have suspected, was that the Russian woman was a KGB officer that Katarina Rostova had been assigned to get close to Raymond Reddington and steal classified information from him.
  What Reddington could never have suspected was that though she was a KGB agent, Rostova’s real handlers were members of a secret criminal organization, a multinational cabal working in the shadows to manipulate world governments, economic markets, trade, and international alliances.
  When Reddington discovered this, he confronted Rostova, who warned him that if he threatened to expose them, the Cabal would destroy his reputation, discrediting him so he could not discredit them.
  And that’s what happened. With the help of the Cabal, Rostova framed Reddington with the very evidence you’ve heard in this courtroom. To prevent him from protecting his country, she made it appear as if he had betrayed it.
  As a result, the Cabal remained in the shadows, Rostova disappeared, and Raymond Reddington became a completely different person. A man who has done many brutal, scary, illegal things, but not a single one – ever – that was treasonous.

 
[ The Post Office ]
Samar: That’s it every box, file, and tape.
Liz: We must have missed something.
Cooper: Or it’s not here.
Liz: We have to start over.
[ Samar accidentally knocks the framed photo from the table ] [ CLATTERS, GLASS SHATTERS ⚡️]
Aram: I think it’s too late for that.
Liz: It’s gotta be here somewhere.It has to be.
Cooper: We’ll start over.
[ Samar picks up the shattered photo. The paper backing has ripped open. inside is a mini-audio tape labeled “K. R. Dec 7, 1990” ]
Samar: Uh, I don’t think we have to. December 7, 1990.
Cooper: Notify Ressler. Tell him we have the tape Reddington was looking for.

 
[ The courtroom ]
Sima: Let me just get this straight – You were framed by a “secret criminal organization”?
Red: I’m sorry. I misspoke. Thanks to me, the Cabal is no longer secret.
Sima: “A multinational cabal working in the shadows to manipulate world governments.”
Red: I’m sure they have a Wikipedia page if you care to look.
Sima: Do you have any evidence to support this conspiracy theory?
[ Ressler enter, makes eye contact with Red ]
Red: I do.
Judge Wilkins: That you can present at this time?
Red: Yes. Though, for the life of me, I don’t understand what the rush is all about. Everyone seems so anxious to kill me. Makes you wonder. [ To Judge Wilkins ] Perhaps you could enlighten me over a cocktail after my acquittal which is inevitable now that the evidence has arrived.
Sima: Permission to approach?
Judge Wilkins: I thought you’d never ask.
Sima: Whatever evidence his FBI lackey just stepped and fetched for him–
Red: It’s a tape recording.
Sima: That we haven’t had the chance to authenticate.
Red: Then let’s get Agent Ressler to hop on the stand, cross his heart, hope to die, and do just that.
Judge Wilkins: I agree. Mr. Sima, you will have the chance to cross-examine the witness and authenticate the tape. Mr. Reddington, it appears that all your eggs are in this basket. You better hope they don’t crack.
Red: Mm. [ To Sima ] That loud whooshing sound is the wind blowing out of your case.

 
[ At the Post Office ]
Aram: The court needed the tape copied to a flash drive, – but this is the original.
[ CLICKS ]

Alan Fitch: They pulled me out of a meeting. This better be important.
Katarina: Reddington knows. He knows everything.
Fitch: Explain.
Katarina: He’s discovered my identity. And the existence of the Cabal.
Fitch: Can he be contained?
Katarina: He took Masha.
Fitch: Eliminate him.
Katarina: He’s a decorated officer. His death would be investigated. Whatever they find, they will believe. But if we discredit him– The intelligence I stole– We leak that it came from him. No one will believe him after that. Not with the blood of 134 Americans on his hands.
Fitch: Agent Rostova, I told you to eliminate him.
Katarina: And I’m telling you there’s a better way.
Fitch: Because you’re sleeping with him.
Katarina: Because he has proof that the Cabal exists, proof that would be released in the event of his death.
Fitch: The Fulcrum.
Katarina: And because I love his daughter. My daughter.
Fitch: I want this mess cleaned up. Get rid of him or ruin him. Just get it done by Christmas.

 
[ The courtroom ]
Red: Agent Ressler. Do you recognize the man’s voice on the audiotape?
Ressler: Yes. It’s Alan Fitch. The former Director of National Intelligence.
Red: And the woman? Agent Rostova?
Ressler: It was Katarina Rostova, yes.
Red: Why did you bring me this tape?
Ressler: Because the government has a legal obligation under Brady v. Maryland to provide the defendant with any exculpatory evidence that can be used in the defense.
Red: Thank you, Agent Ressler. And may I say – you are both everything I dislike about the FBI and everything I admire about it? Nothing further, Your Honor.

 
[ An interrogation room ] [ DOOR OPENS ]
[ Liz enters and addresses the man with scarred face dubbed Minister D; real name Jordan Loving; alias Elijah Bailey. He was the “Janitor” in the museum ]
Liz: Your scar.
[ DOOR CLOSES ]
Liz: Katarina Rostova gave that to you, didn’t she? She took Zachary from you.
Minister D: You found the tape.
Liz: You blackmailed the wrong person.
Minister D: I thought I could use the tapes to punish people for what they’d done.
Liz: To cash in on what they’d done.
Minister D: To make a good living off the backs of bad people.
Liz: You hurt a lot of people who deserved it. But you also hurt yourself.
Minister D: No, I didn’t. Katarina Rostova did. Out of all the tapes, why ask me about this one?
Liz: Because Katarina Rostova took someone away from me, too.
Minister D: I’m sorry.
Liz: So am I. Thanks to your tape [ VOICE BREAKING ] I think she just gave him back to me.

 
Judge Wilkins: The defendant will rise. Has the jury reached a verdict?
Foreman: We have, Your Honor.
Judge Wilkins: In United States v. Raymond Reddington, to the single count alleging violation of Title 18, United States Code Section 2381, Treason, how do you find?
Foreman: Not guilty.
Red: Ahh.
Judge Wilkins: The court thanks the jury for your service. You are dismissed.
Sima: Your Honor, the government is ready to proceed to trial on the remaining indictments.
Judge Wilkins: I have no doubt that once the government licks its wounds, it will want another bite at our allegedly rotten apple. But that’s for another day. Until then, the defendant will remain in custody.
Red: No bail? I was looking forward to that cocktail.
Judge Wilkins: You may or may not be the most dangerous criminal to ever grace my courtroom. But you certainly are the most incorrigible. Court stands in recess.
[ GAVEL BANGS⚡️ ]

 
[ Liz visits Red ]
Liz: I don’t know how I can feel so relieved and so pissed off at the same time.
Red: Don’t judge her too harshly.
Liz: I don’t think I could judge her harshly enough. Whoever you are today, whatever you’ve become – It’s because of the lies she told.
Red: She was between a rock and a hard place.
Liz: That’s no excuse for framing someone for a crime they didn’t commit.
Red: It’s easy to think that now. Back then – things were – complicated.
Liz: I grew up believing Raymond Reddington was a traitor.
Red: Well, now you know the truth.
Liz: I know a truth.
Red: You know that your parents loved you very much. And that’s the only truth that matters.

 
[ Jesse Marchant’s ♪ “7 & The Fall” plays ]
[ Things are quiet at the Post Office. Samar walks to her office and closes the blinds ]

♪ [ CHORUS VOCALIZING ]

 
[ Liz runs into Dembe in the corridor outside Red’s cell ]
[ CLICK, DOOR OPENS ] [ DOOR THUDS SHUT ]
Liz: [ Happily ] Dembe. We won.
Dembe: I’m very relieved. More so knowing that you are, as well.
Liz: Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?
Dembe: Because you are the reason Raymond is here. I spoke to the woman who called the police. I showed her your photo. When she didn’t recognize it, I realized she had spoken to Jennifer. That you worked together to capture Raymond.

♪ Narrow chance in the calm of your arms

Liz: Does he know?
Dembe: I keep his secrets. I don’t share them.

♪ Say goodbye

Liz: He sent you to find out. So he suspects something, but he doesn’t know. Is that it?
Dembe: I won’t say it is. But I won’t say it’s not.
Liz: If you tell him, he’ll never forgive me.
Dembe: The secrets he keeps from you cause you so much pain. And now you are asking me to keep your secrets from him.
Liz: You’re his secret keeper.

♪ You pay no mind the truth

Liz: I’m asking you to be mine, too.

♪ If it ain’t on your side

Liz: [ SNIFFLES ]

 
[ Samar is lying down in her darkened office with a severe headache. Aram sits next to her ]
Aram: It’s gonna be fine. Everything’s gonna be fine.

 
[ It’s after work hours. Liz enters Cooper’s office where Ressler is helping himself to some of Cooper’s Scotch ]
Liz: I know what you did.
Ressler: [ CHUCKLES ] What, stole the boss’ hooch?
[ DOOR CLOSES ]
Liz: You lied to the judge – to protect my search–
[ Ressler pours some Scotch for Liz ] [ LIQUID POURING ]
Liz: –for the imposter’s true identity. You ignored everything I asked you not to do. And I just wanted to say thank you.
[ GLASSES CLINK ]

♪ Did you mine your ruin?

Ressler: [ Sips, SIGHS ] That must’ve been hard, hearing that tape today. Listening to your mother betray your father like that.

♪ You can’t blame it all on the set of your ways

Liz: To be honest with you, Ressler, this has all been hard. Ever since I met the imposter.

♪ You can raise your walls and protect what you’ve lain

Liz: But, yes, especially now, knowing that my mother helped this imposter steal my real father’s good name.

♪ But you’re cracking your roof

Ressler: But why? I mean, before today, everyone thought Reddington was a traitor. The government, the press, and, still, the imposter chose to take his identity. I mean, he went to a surgeon who could have given him the identity of anyone in the world. He could have been anyone. And yet he chose to be a pariah. He chose the life of a wanted fugitive. Why? Why would anyone do that?

 
[ METAL DOOR CLANKS OPEN ] [ Dembe visits Red ]

♪ I was alone, I was watching it rain

Dembe: I heard the news. Congratulations.
Red: A Pyrrhic victory, I’m afraid. Like eating a salted caramel babka. Immensely satisfying in the moment, but it just might be what kills me in the end.
[ CHUCKLES ]
Dembe: I found the person who made the 911 call.
Red: And?
Dembe: It was a homeless woman.
Red: Well, who told her to make the call?
Dembe: She didn’t know.
Red: You showed her a photograph?
Dembe: Yes.
Red: Of Elizabeth?
Dembe: Yes.
Red: And?
Dembe: No.
Red: Ohh. [ SIGHS ] I was so sure. I was– [ SIGHS ] The thought that she’d betrayed me again – But she didn’t.
Dembe: No.
Red: [ BREATHES SHARPLY ]

 
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Episode Songs

 

♫ White Glass
By Loma

♪ I’m a blackbird singing on a riverbank
I’m a vulture hanging in the wind
In the last gray folds of a summer in silence
In a night so dark

♪ I’m a rider holding on a horse
I’m the rush of the branches right above the road
You unfold like a scorpion shining
In a night so dark
And curled to strike

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2SkxgkT
YouTube: https://youtu.be/D7bu8v6aYOc

 

♫ 7 & the Fall
By Jesse Marchant

♪ Highways, black fog
Narrow chance
In the calm of your arms
Say goodbye

I can recall your way
In the black storm
We sat to wait
All it written all over your face
Was always in your eyes
You pay no mind the truth
If it ain’t on your side

♪ Well who’s on your side?
Who is on your side now?
While I lived the fall
From your letting down
Did you mine your ruin?
You can’t blame it all
On the set of your ways
You can raise your walls
And protect what you’ve lain
But you’re cracking your roof

♪ Now the ground here
Is washing away
I was alone
I was watching it rain
Humans standing on limbs cut
Drowning in the waves
Loosing everything
Of their minds at fault
Of their hearts in ruin

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2BOuG0R
YouTube: https://youtu.be/JzSKVjW2Nw4

 
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