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🔴 Script 5:18 Zarak Mosadek îŠ

 

🔴 Script 5:18 Zarak Mosadek (№ 23)

 
NBC’s series The Blacklist starring James Spader and Megan Boone
Series created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Program air date: 4/11/2018 in the US (7pm Central/Chicago Time)
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STATUS: ⭕ Pending ⭕ Rough ⭕ Preliminary 🔴 FINAL
STATUS: 🌒 Pending 🌓 Rough 🌔 Preliminary  Final
Last updated: 4/14/2018 at 3:40am CT [ Central/Chicago time ]

 

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Director: Terrence O’Hara
Written by: Sean Hennen

 

SERIES STARS:
 
Raymond ‘Red’ Reddington – James Spader
Elizabeth Keen – Megan Boone
Donald Ressler – Diego Klattenhoff
Harold Cooper – Harry Lennix
Tom Keen – Ryan Eggold
Aram Mojtabai – Amir Arison
Samar Navabi – Mozhan Marnò
Dembe Zuma – Hisham Tawfiq
 
GUEST STARS:
 
Helai – Alia Attallah
Gravedigger – Jonathan Brody
Bill (Man at Bar)– John David Casey
Ian Garvey – Jonny Coyne
Li Zhao – Celeste Den
Lilly – Fiona Dourif
Jean-Philippe Gaspard – Pierre Epstein
Internal Affairs Director – Rick Holmes
Docent – Ilinca Kiss
Cynthia Panabaker – Deirdre Lovejoy
Mateen Mosadek– Marwan Salama
Zarak Mosadek – Bernard White
Victor Manzon – Pascal Yen-Pfister
 
Note: Springfield’s in the UK provides a raw version of each script. These typically are available by noon the next day, but can be delayed by a day or more. I add the speakers, formatting, and descriptive material when called for. Red’s lines are bolded. Sound effects from the screen caps in ALL CAPS and my added action notes are in [ square brackets ]. I am sure there are mistakes.

 

 

 

🔴 Script 5:18 Zarak Mosadek (№ 23)

Brief: Ian Garvey still has the duffel bag Red is looking for which contains a skeleton whose identity Red wants to hide from Liz and the world. But now Red has a ledger containing information on the original source of the opium smuggled into the US by the Nash Syndicate which Garvey protects and which is the source of his power. Red plans to use it as leverage to get back the skeleton. Meanwhile Garvey has learned that Liz is important to Red in addition to being a witness to his murder of Tom. Garvey has claimed to Red that he himself wants to know the “whole truth” regarding the skeleton whose identity he learned when Tom and Nick Korpal looked it up on a classified database using Liz’s credentials (unbeknownst to her). Garvey taunted Red asking him if he wasn’t curious about why he (Garvey) would be interested. Red said he wanted to learn the “whole truth” on his own, not through Garvey. Liz and the Task Force know Red is looking for the duffel bag, but not what is in it or why he wants to keep it secret. Red has flown Tony Mejia, a material witness to another murder committed by Garvey (that of Detective Norman Singleton, who was investigating Tom’s murder) out of the country to keep Tony from testifying until he gets the duffel back – and to keep him away from Garvey, who would kill him. Red has told Garvey that once he gets the skeleton back, he will kill Garvey. Liz wants Red to get his duffel back if only to get him to return Tony Mejia who will corroborate her own testimony that Garvey is a dirty cop and a murderer.

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‼️ ⋙ [ Note: Non-English spoken dialogue translated into English by screencaps is in Italics. The default is French. Other languages are specified. ~ LizzieB ]

 
[ Grems’ ♫ “On vit dans un sitcom (‘We live in a sitcom’)” plays ]
[ ⬇ Go to Full Lyrics ] or [ ♪ Tap square below twice to play ♪ ]

[ Mateen Mosadek walks along a Parisian street, listening to French hip hop music. A young woman, Helai, walks several steps behind him ]

♪ Mec, T’es entrain de vomir
Le swagg à Wallace et Gromit
Tu veux voir comment on fait les gros titres ?
Je suis noir, métissé avec des gothiques
Désolé, J’suis pas baptisé à l’eau de vie
Le seul O.V.N.I du game c’est moi et homies
Générosité : ça fait des gros fils de putes qui veulent te refiler les hémorroïdes
J’te montre ma bite ? T’es trop érotique !
Concert pour les minettes parce que t’es un gros pédophile
SHHEH ! T’as des gros seins à causes des stéroïdes !
Quand je fais des punchlines, c’est des astéroïdes
On va te rouler dessus avec ton Cherokee
Tu nous casse les couilles comme l’affaire Henri

[ Helai catches up to Mateen, takes out a map ]
Helai: Excuse me. I’m sorry, but I’m lost.
Mateen: It’s okay. Where do you want to go?
Helai: Boulevard Saint Germain, number 401.
Mateen: You’re not far away. Boulevard Saint Germain is right–
[ A van pulls up. Two men drag Mateen inside. Helai gets in the front seat and the van takes off ]

♪ Sitcom ! Le mauvais goût !
On vit dans un Sitcom ! Sitcom !

[ The men tie Mateen up and blindfold him ]
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[ Mateen is now bound to a chair still blindfolded. He struggles against the bindings ]
Mateen: Help! Please, someone help me! Hello? Hello? Is anyone there?

 
[ Kabul, Afghanistan ] [ A small boy walks up to a man and whispers. The man conveys the message to Zarak Mosadek ]
Man: [ In Pashto ] They have the boy.

 
[ The office of the Director of Police Internal Affairs ]
Liz: I’m sorry. Say that again.
Police Internal Affairs Director: I understand you disagree with our conclusions.
Liz: We gave you leads. An evidence trail my daughter could follow.
IA Director: And we followed them. And others.
Cooper: Then why aren’t you acting on them?
IA Director: For the same reason you didn’t – the allegations against Ian Garvey are mostly circumstantial.
Liz: Do you believe he’s a criminal?
IA Director: What I believe doesn’t matter.
Liz: Because either you belive he is, or you believe I’m a liar. I’m just curious which it is.
IA Director: I have no reason not to believe you, Agent Keen, but seeing Ian Garvey stab your husband is not the same thing as proving he did, and based on the evidence, I can’t do that.
Cooper: You said there were other leads.
IA Director: Yes. You aren’t the first to file a complaint against Garvey with Internal Affairs.
Cooper: I’d like to see those complaints. Do our own investigation into them.
IA Director: I assure you, our investigation was thorough and complete.
Cooper: Second pair of eyes never hurt.
IA Director: [ CHUCKLES ] You know how IA works. Our sources are confidential.
Cooper: And I’m asking you to make an exception as a professional courtesy.
IA Director: And I’m afraid I can’t do that. Once our investigation is complete, our files are confidential. I am sorry.

 
[ POLICE RADIO CHATTER ] [ A shipping site ]
[ Ian Garvey sits in the front seat of a car. Li Zhao gets in. They use a cellphone-based translation program to communicate between Mandarin and English resulting in awkward delays before the digitized voice translations come back ]
Li Zhao: Mosadek is unhappy.
Ian Garvey: The seizure was planned. We’re throwing the DEA a bone.
Li Zhao: The seizure, losing our contact at the port – your obsession with Reddington is becoming a distraction we cannot afford.
Garvey: It’s under control.
Li Zhao: I don’t like irony.
Garvey: Then I wouldn’t look in the mirror.
Li Zhao: You have been warned.
[ CAR DOOR OPENS ] [ CAR DOOR CLOSES ]

 
[ Liz joins Red in a theatre where he is alone watching the 1946 film noir Gilda ]
[ Rita Hayworth’s ♫ “Put the Blame on Mame” (Wikipedia) plays ]
[ ⬇ Go to Full Lyrics ] or [ ♪ Tap square below twice to play ♪ ]

♪ When they had the earthquake in San Francisco
Back in nineteen-six
They said that ol’ Mother Nature
Was up to her old tricks

Liz: I’m not in the mood for a matinee.

♪ That’s the story that went around

Red: I have a lead on Garvey.
Liz: I had a lead on Garvey. You made him disappear.
Red: They put Rita Hayworth’s picture on the side of an atom bomb.

♪ Put the blame on Mame

Red: Talk about a femme fatale.
Liz: How does it feel being a walking anachronism?
Red: Righteous.

♪ That brought on the Frisco quake
So you can put the blame on Mame, boys

Liz: The port manager’s ledger?
Red: The port manager who was the go-between for the Nash Syndicate and their supplier in Afghanistan. Zarak Mosadek. You’ll see his name several times in there. He runs an international opium operation in the Helmand Province.
Liz: He’s your lead?
Red: You didn’t have a lead, Elizabeth. You had an unreliable witness. A witness who says he saw what he saw–
Liz: Garvey murdering another cop–
Red: From across an alley through a window. No jury would convict based on his testimony.
Liz: You make it sound like you did me a favor.
Red: I told you Garvey isn’t afraid of legal threats. He’s afraid of losing power. The ledger tells us how to take it from him.
Liz: Through this Mosadek.
Red: Garvey is a drug lord masquerading as a cop. If we get leverage over his supplier, we get leverage over him. Once we have that, you’ll have your revenge.
Liz: After you get the duffel bag.

♪ Put the blame on Mame

Red: Must be nice.
[ CHEERS AND APPLAUSE (on film) ]
Liz: What?
Red: Not having anything precious you want to keep to yourself.
[ CHEERS AND APPLAUSE CONTINUE (on film) ]
Liz: Tell me about Mosadek.

 
[ The Post Office ]
Liz: Zarak Mosadek is Afghanistan’s Deputy Interior Minister for Counter-Narcotics. He’s also the country’s biggest drug dealer.
Ressler: According to Reddington. Did the DEA confirm?
Liz: Yeah. According to the latest White Paper, Mosadek stalls investigations and generally ensures that nobody he’s associated with will get arrested for drug crimes.
Samar: Why did Reddington put an Afghan drug lord on the Blacklist?
Liz: The Nash Syndicate answers to Mosadek, which means Garvey does, too. We get to Mosadek, we get to Garvey. Reddington knows Mosadek is untouchable in Afghanistan. He also knows he’s headed to Paris. He doesn’t know the why, just the where and the when.
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[ Helai watches a video in which Mateen sits still bound to the chair. A page of paper has been fastened to his shirt. It says “10 million in Diamonds.” A man next to her watches the same video in a cellphone: ]
Mateen: [ In Pashto ] Please, I didn’t do anything. Please.
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Cooper: Over 40,000 Americans died from opioid overdoses last year. As far as I’m concerned, he’s an accessory to murder. Keen, upload the team on the where and when. Let’s take down two birds with this stone – an insidious drug pusher and Tom’s killer.

 
Ressler: Shows what I know. I thought for sure Navabi was gonna think that you giving her that ring was gonna be a proposal.
Aram: Well, that’s because you assume that she wanted to marry me, and it wasn’t just a pit stop. A weigh station. A layover on her way to her final destination.
[ Liz walks up ]
Liz: Am I interrupting?
[ Simultaneously: ]
Ressler: No.
Aram: Yes.
Liz: Aram? Whenever you have a sec.
[ Liz walks off ]

 
[ Red’s plane is on a runway ]
Dembe: I haven’t heard back from Kasim.
Red: Do you trust him?
Dembe: With my life.
Red: Then I would trust him with mine.
[ Samar and Ressler enter ]
Samar: So, what’s the in-flight movie today?
Red: Where’s Elizabeth?

 
Aram: I’m confused. You want the file Internal Affairs has on Garvey, the one they said you couldn’t have?
Liz: If they said I could have it, I wouldn’t need your help.
Aram: To steal their file, which has worthless information.
Liz: Information they say is worthless.
Aram: Wait. Aren’t you supposed to be on your way to Paris? I mean, didn’t Mr. Reddington give us a case that’s going to get us to Garvey?
Liz: I’m sure it will get him to Garvey, but I plan on getting to him first. And to do that, I need your help.

 
[ Pink Lemonade’s ♫ “Sympathique” plays ]
[ ⬇ Go to Full Lyrics ] or [ ♪ Tap square below twice to play ♪ ]

♪ Je ne veux pas travailler
Je ne veux pas déjeuner

[ Samar and Ressler call Red from the hotel in Paris where they’re staying. Red and Dembe are in a flat. Red has a glass of red wine in his hand ]
[ CELLPHONE RINGING ] [ Red answers ]
Red: Bonjour.
Samar: [ On phone ] Reddington.
Red: Agent Navabi, quel plaisir.
Samar: Perhaps I misunderstood you. When you dropped us back at your hotel, you said you’d be back in a hour. It’s been three.
Red: Dembe and I were detoured. We’re in the Latin Quarter at the moment, having a quick visit with an old friend.
[ A man lies unconscious on a couch. Dembe is looking in the refrigerator for goodies ]
Dembe: Raymond, I found some Reblochon.
Red: [ To Dembe: ] Mmm! Ah, the Reblochon. See if he has some quince paste or a handful of walnuts around here somewhere.
Ressler: I hate to interrupt your little, um, Parisian vacation, but if we’re gonna intercept the most notorious drug supplier in the Middle East, we’re gonna need to hear your plan.
Red: Uh, yes. About that–
Samar: What about that?
Red:[ STAMMERING ] A small wrinkle. Nothing to fret.
Ressler: What’s going on?
[ Dembe finds walnuts in a cabinet ]
Dembe: Walnuts.
Red: Uh, truth be told, I anticipated a dear friend and contractor by the name of Bunyan Dufour would be handling Mosadek’s security in country. He’s a trusted operative who’s worked with Mosadek in the past.
Ressler: And let me guess – your friend didn’t get the job.
Red: Overbid the contract. Worse yet, it appears Victor Manzon is now running point on Mosadek’s security.
[ Dembe prepare a cheese tray ]
Red: Unfortunately, Victor and I have something of a sordid past – [ CHUCKLING ] I’ll spare you the details, but the long and the short of it is that if Victor were inclined to hand over Mosadek’s security detail to anyone, it wouldn’t be me.
Samar: Wonderful. So how do you suggest we find him?
Red: [ CHUCKLES ] Oh, I wouldn’t suggest we do anything.
Ressler: Look, if you think we’re gonna sit around a-and wait while you drink away the day, pal- [ Red hangs up; CELLPHONE BEEPS ] Heaven’s sake.
Man on couch: [ GRUNTS ]
[ The Man sits up; it’s Victor Manzon. He has a bruise on his forehead ]
Red: Welcome back. How’s the noggin? You went down like a bag of rocks.
Victor Manzon: Reddington, you lowlife son-of-a-whore– I swear–
Red: Save it, Victor. I’ve had too much to drink to care what you’re saying in any language. The only thing you and I are going to discuss is Zarak Mosadek and whatever rock you and your security firm are hiding him under. So, let’s get down to brass tacks before you and I and your noggin have another go with the bottle.

 
Aram: Okay, that is a terrible idea.
Liz: Can you track his car?
Aram: Yes, it’s a government vehicle. They’re geo-tagged, but–
Liz: And can you control the traffic light?
Aram: Yes, but he could miss the signal. He could be texting and driving.
Liz: He won’t be.
Aram: How can you be so sure?
Liz: Because he is a stickler for the rules. Otherwise, he would have given us the file.

Flash forward:
[ Aram is riding his bicycle ] [ BICYCLE BELL DINGS ]
Aram: Oh! [ TIRES SCREECH ] [ A car hits Aram, knocking him to the ground ] [ THUMPS ]
Internal Affairs Director: Geez.
[ GEARSHIFT CLICKS, SEAT BELT UNLOCKS ] [ CAR DOOR OPENS ]
[ The Internal Affairs Director gets out ]
Internal Affairs Director: Oh, oh, my God.
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[ Liz runs over to the car as the IA Director checks Aram ]
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Aram: [ GROANING ]
IA Director: Oh, my God. Are you all right?
Aram: I-I’m not sure.

Aram: Assuming I’m not dead and he has his laptop in his car and he’s uploaded the file we’re looking for onto it – which, by the way, seemed like way too many “ands” to risk one’s life over – If he does all these things. And I am not dead.
Liz: Which you won’t be.
Aram: Because you’re so sure this man is a rule follower. This man you’ve met – I don’t know – all of one time–
Liz: Okay, if it’s any consolation, if he doesn’t have the file, and he is texting and driving, and you do die, I will be very sorry. Now, how long will it take to copy this file?
Aram: Less than a minute.

Flash forward:
IA Director: Easy, easy.
Aram: [ GROANING LOUDLY ] Ohh, ohh, ohh.
IA Director: Just relax, okay?

Aram: I programmed the flash drive to bypass any password requirements, run a search, and download any results that ping for Ian Garvey.

Flash forward:
[ Liz begins to download the file ]
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IA Director: I-I-I-I got a a first-aid kit in the car.
Aram: [ Stalling ] No, no, no, no, no, no. Just, uh, can you, um – pray with me?
IA Director: Pray?
Aram: Mm-hmm.
IA Director: Okay.
Aram: Ah.
IA Director: Easy, easy.
Aram: [ Stalling ] Okay. Pray to, um, I don’t know, to, uh – to give thanks that I’m fine and that, um, you weren’t texting.
IA Director: No, I-I never text and drive.
Aram: Who knew?
[ Aram sees Liz run off ]
Aram: Oh. Yeah. Okay. I feel better.
[ HORN HONKS IN DISTANCE ]

 
[ Red and Dembe arrive at the hotel ]
Ressler: Glad you could make it.
Red: Thank you, Donald. Ever the gentleman.
Samar: Do you have a location on Mosadek?
Red: I do. Zarak Mosadek and his entourage are currently staying in an eighth-floor penthouse on Avenue Kleber in the 16th arrondissement. Now, in addition to the two guards who are with him at all times, there will also be two men assigned to the room and a scout watching from an apartment across the street and two armed guards in the lobby of the building.
Ressler: Well, is that it?
Red: No. He has three vehicles parked on the street below and assets in the French police, and, oh, we mustn’t forget the usual building security and CCTV feeds.
Ressler: No way. I mean, this- this would take weeks to plan out correctly.
Samar: We won’t be able to get inside the building, let alone get Mosadek out.
Red: Oh, come on. Where’s your sense of adventure? Your esprit de corps?
Ressler: So, you’re telling me that you got a way that you can get this lowlife out of his bunker without getting us all killed?
Red: The elevator.
Ressler: [ Sarcastically ] Oh, the elevator?
Red: Oh, my God! You had the same idea!
Samar: Please continue. We’re listening.
[ Greenwood Rhythm Coalition’s ♫ “Rise Up” (Instrumental) plays ]
[ ♪ Tap square below twice to play ♪ ]

Red: Well, the first obstacle is access to the building. Fortunately, Dembe has a Sudanese contact who helps to find work for young immigrants in the city. Dembe’s contact will arrange for coded security badges, which gets us into the building, which brings us to Jean-Philippe.
Samar: And Jean-Philippe is?
Red: A delightful little firecracker with whom I’ve become acquainted. He’s a proud Parisian, which can be frustrating at times. He understands English perfectly, but refuses to speak a lick. Perhaps you can brush up on your French, Agent Navabi. At any rate, Jean-Philippe will work ahead of us and run an intercept to the building’s security feeds, making it possible for us to throw them into darkness and steal their feeds at the flip of a switch. While that’s in the works, I need you to handle the exit strategy.
Ressler: Meaning?
Red: Mm. Vehicles. Ones that have been reconfigured to blend into the city. The Police Prefecture need to know nothing of this adventure. Rather, I thought Agent Navabi might have a contact in Mossad who could assist with such a request. I’m sure she’s owed a favor or two.

Flash forward:
[ Ressler and Samar look on as workers prepare vehicles for the covert action ]
Ressler: Promise not to shoot the messenger?
Samar: Depends on the message.
Ressler: Aram seemed a little down that you didn’t think that ring came with a proposal.
Samar: That’d I think it, even though he didn’t say it? Who put that idiotic idea in his head?

Ressler: So while you have us running around in circles, what are you gonna do? I’ll be at a lovely little café on Rue de Turenne, enjoying what I believe to be the best cup of hot chocolate in all of Paris. While there, I’ll meet with Kristos Matthias, a Greek munitions contact who has a tendency to put his thumb on the scale, but on short notice, he’s the only one who can readily supply us with the charges needed to blow the elevator.
Samar: Hold on. Blow the elevator?
Red: Right. Well, while rigging the CCTV network, Jean-Philippe will also set charges–

Flash forward:
[ Jean-Philippe sets charges on the elevator cables ]

Red: –that will detonate at the precise moment that Mosadek and his men are alone in the elevator, out of reach from the rest of their security team, thereby dropping the car down the shaft, then engaging the emergency brakes just as they arrive in the basement, where we’ll be waiting to dispatch the guards, grab Mosadek, and flee while the rest of the security team scrambles.
Samar: We’ll kill him in the fall. It’s too big a risk.
Red: Risk comes from not knowing what you’re doing.
Ressler: Okay, assuming that all of this works, we still need to get him out of the building, into the safe house, and convince this guy to talk.
Red: [ CHUCKLING ] Yes, but one thing at a time. Isn’t it funny how things work out? Five years later, and here you are with me in Paris, preparing to steal a wanted man off the elevator. It’s almost as if you didn’t try to kill me in Belgrade all those years ago.
Ressler: No, it’s not.
Red: [ LAUGHS ] Well, either way, if we pull this off, you’ll have something to tell the grandkids. With a nick-nack, paddy-whack, give a dog a bone, this old man came rolling home.

 
[ Liz and Aram go through the Internal Affairs report on Ian Garvey ]
Aram: Internal Affairs audited Garvey’s bank accounts, ran backgrounds on friends and family, had a revolving tail for weeks
Liz: And came up empty.
Aram: We assumed this file would give us a lead. We took this incredible risk to get it. Well, I did, anyway, because we assumed. And when you assume something amazing is going to happen and it doesn’t, it sucks.
Liz: Or that’s what’s amazing about it.
Aram: Well, there’s nothing amazing about sucking. I know.
Liz: What doesn’t happen. What you’re not expecting. What you have no assumptions about.
Aram: Liz, I already looked at the surveillance logs.
Liz: Look again. Where he goes every Friday at 12:30.
Aram: Pete’s Tavern. So? Maybe he likes their hot wings.
Liz: Maybe he’ll be there tomorrow.
Aram: They already had him under surveillance, and all he did was eat lunch.
Liz: At a bar in Baltimore, over 50 miles away from his office. The surveillance team assumed he went for the hot wings, but – does anybody really like hot wings that much? I mean, does anybody know what hot wings really are?
Aram: Yeah. Delicious.

 
[ Zarak Mosadek opens the drapes in his hotel room and looks out ]
[ From a vehicle Ressler looks up at the hotel room window with binoculars. Samar monitors the movement of the hotel’s elevator on computer displays in a control room ]
Ressler: He’s on the move.
Samar: Copy that. Target en route. Here we go. [ Over comms: ] Jean-Philippe, are you ready?
[ Jean-Philippe sits outside the hotel on a park bench ]
Jean-Philippe: Ready and set, my love. Until you tell me otherwise, I will simply sit and listen and drink in the sound of your velvet voice.
[ Mosadek and his security detail approach the elevator bank ] [ ELEVATOR BEEPS ]
Samar: There’s our call. Elevator is in motion. Ressler, are you set?
Ressler: Affirmative. Dembe’s a go.
Dembe: In place. On your cue.
Samar: Okay, give me cameras.
Jean-Philippe: Ah, that voice. It is like honey in my rum. Your cameras, they have arrived?
[ The elevator displays come up for Samar ]
Samar: Affirmative, I have eyes. Eighth floor. Jean-Philippe, hold your position.
Jean-Philippe: Of course, my love.
[ CELLPHONE RINGS ] [ CELLPHONE BEEPS ]
[ ELEVATOR BELL DINGS ] [ Elevator doors open on the eighth floor. Mosadek and his security team begin to get in the elevator ]
[ A Security Guard still outside the elevator answers his cell phone ]
Man’s Voice: [ Over phone, in Pashto ] Tamer says we just lost all our security feeds.
Security Guard: [ In Pasto ] Wait!
[ The elevator doors close. The Security Guard on the phone and one other remain outside; the others, with Mosadek, are in the elevator ]
[ Elevator RUMBLING ]
[ Samar’s COMPUTER BEEPING ]
Samar: Jean-Philippe. Go. Now. Blow it.
[ Jean-Philippe flips a switch he holds in his lap ]
[ The 💥🔥💥Explosion💥🔥💥 in the elevator shaft shakes the elevator with Mosadek and his detail inside ] [ The elevator falls several floors then stops ]
Samar: Oh, no.
Dembe: What’s “Oh, no”?
Ressler: Did it work?
Samar: I don’t know. I think one of the cables held. It’s on the third floor.
Dembe: Ressler, a hand, please.
Ressler: On my way.
Jean-Philippe: It was the charges! The Greek gave us bad charges! The charges were not strong enough to sever the cable.

 
[ Samar gets in the driver’s seat of van ] [ ENGINE STARTS ] [ TIRES SCREECH ]

 
[ Ressler runs to Dembe on the third floor. Dembe is using a crowbar to pry open the elevator doors ]
[ METAL CREAKS ] [ Elevator doors open ] [ MAN SHOUTS IN PASHTO ]
— Watch out!
[ 💥💥 Gunfight 💥💥]
— Let’s go. Let’s go.
[ THUMPING ] [ Elevator cables strain ] [ METAL CREAKS ]
Ressler: Come on, Dembe.
[ Dembe grabs Mosadek ]
Dembe: Up, up.
[ GRUNTING ]
Ressler: Dembe, come on. We don’t have time. Jesus Christ. Come on. Come on. Let’s go.
[ Ressler pulls Mosadek out. Dembe crawls out after him ]
[ METAL CREAKING ] [ CREAKING CONTINUES ] [ METAL SCREECHES ] [ The elevator cable snaps ] [ THUDS, RUMBLING ]
[ The elevator plummets ]
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[ TIRES SCREECH ]
[ Dembe and Ressler force Mosadek outside where Samar has driven the vehicle ]
[ BREATHING HEAVILY ]
Samar: Hurry. Let’s go.
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[ Mosadek’s remaining security guards descend the hotel’s staircase ]
[ MAN SHOUTS IN PASHTO ]
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[ Dembe forces Mosadek into the van ]
[ Ressler shoots back at Mosadek’s guys ] [ 💥💥 GUNSHOTS 💥💥 ]
[ Ressler gets in ]
Ressler: Go!
[ TIRES SCREECH ] [ 💥💥 GUNSHOTS 💥💥 CONTINUE ]

 
[ Baltimore MD; Liz and Samar are watching Ian Garvey who sits inside Pete’s Tavern ]
Liz: I’m sorry about what happened with Samar. I feel like I gave you bad advice.
Aram: It wasn’t bad. It was terrible. [ CHUCKLES ] But it’s my fault for taking it.
Liz: Can I give you some good advice?
Aram: I doubt it.
Liz: If you want to propose to her, propose to her.
Aram: Why? So she can say no?
Liz: You don’t know that’s what she’ll say.
Aram: You said, if I gave her the engagement ring and she doesn’t think it’s a marriage proposal, then she doesn’t want to marry me.
Liz: I know I said that. I’m an idiot.
Aram: Socially. Professionally, you’re kind of a savant.
[ Ian Garvey gets out of a car. Liz takes photos ] [ CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING ]
[ He goes into Pete’s Tavern ]
Aram: IA did more than assume Garvey came here for the wings. They vetted all the employees, found nothing.
Liz: Maybe he’s here to meet someone. Out-of-the-way place. No prying eyes.
Aram: That makes sense, but the file says he was always alone.
Liz: Money laundering, extortion – He’s here for a reason. Something IA missed, but we’re gonna find. And we’re not leaving here till we do.

 
[ Dembe sits Zarak Mosadek down. Red enters and takes off his coat ]
Mosadek: Who are you? Where is he? Why- Why am I here?
Red: You and I share a problem. You’re here to help me solve it.
Mosadek: Where is he? We made an agreement. I did what you asked. I brought the diamonds. [ BREATHING HEAVILY ]
Red: Did you?
Mosadek: All I care about is my son.
[ Red pours diamonds out of an envelope Mosadek gave him – millions of dollars worth ]
Red: I’m afraid there’s been a misunderstanding.
Mosadek: You want more money? Is that it? Tell me. Name your price.
Red: Ian Garvey.
Mosadek: What?
Red: Cutting his supply. Taking away his power. That’s my price.
Mosadek: And if I do this, you’ll let Mateen go?
Red: [ CHUCKLES ] No. Because I didn’t take him.
Mosadek: Then why did you take me?
Red: To convince you to cut ties with Garvey. I was planning on forcing the issue. Now I can give to get. You do what I want, I’ll make sure you get your son back.
Mosadek: Who are you?
Red: Ah, forgive me. I’m Raymond Reddington.
Mosadek: I know you. You and Garvey–
Red: Are having a bit of a dustup, which I imagine has taken a toll on his various business interests, including yours. Our shared problem is Ian Garvey.
Mosadek: I can get Mateen on my own.
Red: Maybe. But we’re going to do it for you. I get Garvey, you get Mateen. Are we agreed? [ LAUGHS ] Of course we are. You won’t leave here alive if we aren’t. So who took your son?

 
Ressler: He says the Taliban took his kid? If Mosadek’s a player in the opium trade, he does business with the Taliban.
Samar: Then why would they go after him?
Red: Apparently, they believe Mosadek’s an informant for the US Military.
Ressler: Well, I have no doubt that we’d prop up a heroin dealer in exchange for intel on terrorists, but if we’re propping this one up, why aren’t there any Navy SEALs around to help him get his kid back?
Red: Because the relationship is only valuable to the Pentagon if it’s a secret. If your Sea Lions showed up in Paris to save the son, it wouldn’t be.
Samar: What is the son even doing in Paris?
Red: Boarding school.
Samar: So you want to involve us in a war between rival opium traders.
Ressler: I’m gonna need to get in touch with Cooper. Run this one up the flagpole.
Red: Excellent. I’ll be at the Louvre. When you’re done dotting your I’s and crossing your t’s, you can find me gazing in erotic wonder at the beauty and power of the Winged Victory of Samothrace.

 
[ Cooper’s office ]
Cooper: Thank you for coming on such short notice.
Cynthia Panabaker: Pleasure’s all mine, Harold. It’s always fun finding out what nasty little freak show Reddington’s got you chasing after. [ SIGHS ] Who is it this time?
Cooper: Zarak Mosadek.
Panabaker: Do you want my non-denial now, or should we play footsie first?
Cooper: Mosadek is an informant for the CIA. He’s also a major player in the opium trade. His product is kissed into this country through the port of Baltimore and is the cause of death of thousands of young men and women.
Panabaker: If you’re asking for permission to put a noose around Mosadek’s neck, you have it.
Cooper: You have authorization to cut him loose?
Panabaker: [ SIGHS ] Whether Zarak Mosadek was in the employ of the CIA, I am not going to non-deny deny. What I will not deny is that he is no longer in their employ if he ever was, which I will not confirm. Or deny.
Cooper: The Taliban has taken his son hostage. My people know where the boy’s being held. I assume you’ll want to inform the agency so they can formulate a plan for the boy’s extraction.
Panabaker: And why would they do that?
Cooper: The boy is being held because of his father’s relationship with us.
Panabaker: Perhaps, but it’s the Taliban’s knowledge of that relationship which caused the agency to sever ties with him. If there were ever ties to sever.
Cooper: The agency has authorization to operate overseas. We do not.
Panabaker: They’re not going to get involved, and you can’t. You also can’t involve the local authorities without exposing our relationship to Mosadek.
Cooper: The one that you won’t admit you have? Cynthia, the boy is just a boy.
Panabaker: Sorry, Harold. But my hands are tied, and so are yours.

 
[ Outside Pete’s Tavern ]
Aram: Okay, so I reran the background checks, and I was right.
[ Liz takes photos of Ian Garvey inside the bar, seated at the window; CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING ]
Aram: Everyone who works here is clean no criminal record, barely even a speeding ticket.
Liz: And he isn’t here to meet anyone.
Aram: How can you tell?
Liz: Because Garvey hasn’t touched his phone.
Aram: So?
Liz: So, he’s been here 45 minutes. If the person he’s meeting is that late, wouldn’t he have called? Or wouldn’t Garvey have tried him?
Aram: Okay, so if everyone who works here is clean and he’s not here to meet anyone and he’s not sending any kind of signal that we can detect, maybe he does just like the wings.
Liz: He hasn’t ordered any wings. He hasn’t ordered any food. He came all this way, and all he ordered was a beer.
Aram: And now he’s leaving.
Liz: This doesn’t make any sense. He drove over an hour, nursed one beer, talked to no one, and then gets up and leaves? W-Why? Who does that?
[ Garvey exits. He greets a young woman; they hug ]
Liz: Who is she?
Aram: Okay. Okay, that looks like Lillian May Roth. 35, worked here for two years. Before that, she lived in Virginia. Never married, no kids. Nothing.
Liz: Not to him. To Garvey, she’s worth an hour’s drive just to kiss her goodbye.
Aram: Garvey’s married. You think he’s having an affair?
Liz: I don’t know. But I’m definitely gonna find out.

 
[ Mosadek gets out of a cab in a cemetery and begins walking. Samar is in a vehicle nearby; Ressler is on foot ]
Mosadek: [ BREATHING HEAVILY ] You can hear me?
Samar: Hear you and see you. You’ll be fine. Just do exactly as they instructed.
Mosadek: If these men hurt my son, understand I will kill them.
Ressler: Nobody’s killing anybody. This is an unofficial op. We’re only here because our boss is breaking the rules to do the right thing.
Samar: Do you see the marker?
Ressler: Straight ahead on your right.
[ The marker is a bouquet left on a park bench ] [ Mosadek encounters a Gravedigger ]
Gravedigger: The angel.
Mosadek: Excuse me?
Gravedigger: Go past the crying angel then two rows on your right.
[ There is a statue of a mourning angel ahead ]
[ The Gravedigger rides away on his vehicle ]
[ A young boy comes up to Mosadek ]
Boy: Give me your cell phone and the radio in your ear. If you don’t do as I say, they will kill him.
[ Mosadek complies. The boy gives Mosadek a pamphlet, which Mosadek opens ]
Ressler: Are you seeing this?
Samar: I am. What did he give you? Mosadek, can you hear me? What did he give you?
[ CAR DOOR OPENS ] [ CAR DOORS CLOSE ]
Ressler: Navabi, that car.
[ The boy gets in the car. Ressler walks toward it ] [ Mosadek sprints in the other direction ]
[ CAR DOOR CLOSES ] [ ENGINE STARTS ]
Ressler: He’s gone.
Samar: What do you mean he’s gone? There’s nowhere to go.
Ressler: There’s no tracks. There’s nothing. He’s gone.
[ The car with the boy drives past Samar. The boy waves at her from inside ]

 
Red: [ On phone ] What do you mean you lost him?
Samar: I don’t know. One minute he was here, the next he was gone.
[ Ressler finds the pamphlet the boy gave to Mosadek ]
Ressler: Hey, Navabi.
Samar: What is it?
Ressler: “Charpentier.” Must have been what the kid gave him.
Red: Either Mosadek lost your tail and has no intention of being found, or he was taken by the very same people who abducted his son.
Ressler: Over here!
[ Ressler enters a mausoleum ] [ DOOR CREAKS ]
Samar: Where does that lead?
Red: What? What is it?
Samar: It’s a hatch on the floor of a mausoleum.
Red: It was a ruse. They knew you’d be watching and needed a way to get Mosadek out.
Ressler: Out how? Take him where?
Red: The catacombs.

 
[ Inside the dark catacombs ]
Mosadek: Please. My son is he okay?
Man: Quiet. Keep walking.

 
Samar: The catacombs run under the city. They could resurface anywhere.
Ressler: I’m going in.
Red: Dembe, Quartier De La Gare.
Samar: Reddington, what are you thinking?
Red: I’m hoping we can intercept them.
[ CELLPHONE BEEPS ]

 
Dembe: Raymond, where are we going?
Red: Pinky Schmidt – remember him?
Dembe: The German bank robber?
Red: Tried to convince me to come in on that plan to steal the medieval tapestry from that church here in Paris.
Dembe: You turned him down.
Red: And the tapestry remains. Pinky’s always been a little flaky on the follow-through, but he did have an ingenious plan of how to get it out of the church without anyone knowing.
Dembe: The cemetery.
Red: The same cemetery where Mosadek was abducted – the closest access point to the catacombs. We’re going to that church.

 
[ The catacombs ]
[ DOOR THUMPS ] [ DOOR CREAKS ]
Helai: These men work on behalf of your rivals in Kandahar. You brought something they want?
[ Mosadek holds out the envelope with the diamonds ]
Mosadek: My son, please.
[ Mateen Mosadek is brought out ]
Mosadek: [ BREATHES SHARPLY ]
Mateen: [ In Pashto ] Father.
Mosadek: [ In Pashto ] Mateen, my boy. It’s okay. Everything will be okay.
[ The guards force Mateen to his knees ]
Mosadek: What are you doing? I brought you what you asked for.
Heli: Now we want something else.
Mosadek: I’m here begging you, please! What more could you want?
Helai: We want information.
Mosadek: I don’t have information!
[ The guards put a plastic bag over Mateen’s head ] [ MUFFLED SHOUTING ]
Mosadek: What are you doing?!
Helai: We know you are feeding information to the Americans. We also know that you are only one of six. We want the names of the others.
Mosadek: Please. Let him go!
Helai: I want the names of the traitors or the boy dies.
Mosadek: I don’t know any names. I don’t know any names!
Helai: But you do, and only their lives will save his.
Mosadek: Please! I am begging you!
[ Ressler and Samar intervene ]
[ GUNSHOTS 💥💥 ] [ 💥💥💥 GUNFIRE 💥💥💥 ]
Helai: You, with me, now!
— Please, no!
Ressler: Cover me.
[ 💥💥💥 GUNFIRE CONTINUES 💥💥💥 ]
[ Helai and the remaining Taliban guards make off with Mosadek and Mateen ]

 
[ Organ music plays. Tourists mull. Worshippers pray ] [ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS ]
[ Red and Dembe enter ]
Red: Excuse me. Excuse me. I am sorry, but we have an emergency. You don’t understand a word I’m saying. Uh, English? Yes, English it is! We have a bit of an emergency some kind of gas leak. Gas leak. Evacuate, please. Uh, and we need everyone to exit through the front. Now. Evacuate now.
Docent: I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Uh, what’s going on?
Red: Ah, gas leak. We need everyone out right away.
Docent: What gas leak?
Red: We’re not sure. We think from the furnace in the basement. The- the thing could blow–
Docent: Wait. We don’t have a basement.
Red: Right. [ Loudly ] Uh, please, everyone, we need to clear the church immediately.
Dembe: Raymond!
Docent: I’m sorry–
[ Helai and her group of Taliban engage ]
[ 💥💥💥 GUNFIRE 💥💥💥 ] [ The tourists and worshippers take cover ] [ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ]
[ 💥💥💥 GUNFIRE 💥💥💥 CONTINUES ]
⋘⋙
[ In the catacombs, Ressler and Samar hear the gunfire ]
Ressler: Reddington.
[ They run in the direction of the gunfire ]
⋘⋙
[ 💥💥💥 GUNFIRE 💥💥💥 CONTINUES ]
Helai: Don’t shoot!
[ Red shoots 💥 the man who has Mateen at gunpoint, hitting him in the forehead ]
Man: Aah!
[ Helai has Mosadek at gunpoint ]
Mosadek: [ GASPS ]
Helai: I will kill him. I swear I will.
Red: Whoever you are, you aren’t walking out of here.
Helai: No? Maybe. But if I’m going to die today, I’m taking his boy with me.
[ Helai turns and points her gun at Mateen ]
[ GUNSHOT 💥 ] [ Helai falls; THUDS ] [ Ressler shot her ]
[ Mosadek and Mateen hug ]
Dembe: Raymond, we have to go.
Red: [ Loudly, to those cowering in the church ] I’m truly sorry for all of this. I hope everyone is okay. You’ll be happy to know the issue of the gas leak is completely resolved. I’m sorry for the disruption.
Red: [ To Mosadek ] The stones.
[ Mosadek gives Red the envelope with the diamonds ]
[ CROWD MURMURING ]
Red: [ To the Docent ] My apologies. I hope this helps to cover the damages.
[ Red gives the Docent the envelope ]
Red: Au revoir.
[ Red, Dembe, Ressler and Samar leave with Mosadek and Mateen ]
[ The Docent opens the envelope. She pours the millions of dollars of diamonds into her hand then looks after Red as he and the others exit ]

 
[ Pete’s Tavern ]
Lilly: Bill, your cab’s here.
Bill: Oh, did I call one?
Lilly: No, I did. Go sleep it off. You can pick up your car in the morning.
Bill: You are an angel of mercy.
Lilly: [ CHUCKLING ] Yeah, and you’re six sheets to the wind.
Bill: Seven and a half. [ LAUGHS ] Oh, and I’m broke. [ BARSTOOL SCRAPES ]
Lilly: Here. This will cover the cab. You can pay me back when you pick up your car. Come on.
[ DOOR CREAKS ] [ HORN HONKS ]
Lilly: Go to sleep. [ Calls after him ] Drink water!
[ Lilly locks the door ]
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[ Liz appears ]
Liz: Hello? Hi. I left my purse.
[ KEYS JINGLE ] [ DOOR UNLOCKS, CREAKS ]
Lilly: Uh, yeah.
Liz: Sorry. I think I left it in the bathroom.
Lilly: Sure. [ DOOR CREAKS, KEYS JINGLE ] I’m always losing everything. You know, my wallet, my keys–
Liz: [ Shows badge ] My name is Elizabeth Keen. I’m a special agent with the FBI. You need to come with me.

 
[ A café ]
Mosadek: [ SIGHS ] Mr. Reddington, I can’t express how grateful I am for what you’ve done.
Red: You can express your gratitude by making good on our agreement.
Mosadek: Yes. Ian Garvey. Tell me what it is that you want.
Red: [ LAUGHS ] I have a long and unhealthy list of wants, but when it comes to Garvey, I have but one. It has to do with a meeting I need you to arrange. A meeting that concerns your operation.

 
[ Liz’s apartment ] [ DOOR CREAKS OPEN ]
Liz: The Bureau is investigating Garvey.
[ Liz flicks on the lights and show Lilly the evidence board she has created on her wall, centered on Ian Garvey ]
Lilly: From your apartment.
Liz: I don’t know what your relationship is to him, but clearly you mean a great deal to him, which means you must know a great deal about him.
Lilly: I know that he’s good at his job and respected by his colleagues.
Liz: We’re building a case against him. I brought you here to show you what we know, what we don’t know, and to get your help to fill in the gaps. You can either cooperate or be charged as a conspirator to his crimes.
Lilly: What crimes?
Liz: To begin with, he murdered my husband.

 
[ Li Zhao gets into Ian Garvey’s car ]
[ Ian Garvey and Li Zhao converse using their phone-based digital translation program ]
Li Zhao: I’ve received word. He wants to meet.
Garvey: Meet? No. I’m not flying to Afghanistan, if that’s what he thinks.
Li Zhao: He’s coming here to you.
[ Garvey stares at her then looks down ]

 
Cooper: You are to be congratulated.
Ressler: Well, and criticized. I mean, we saved the son, but let the father go.
Cooper: I’ve seen Mosadek’s intel file. He helped the agency kill or capture several high-value targets. Besides, you didn’t let him go. You put him in Reddington’s debt – a place I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. Go home. Get some rest. You’ve earned it.
[ Cynthia Panabaker enters ]
Panabaker: [ SIGHS ] Agents.
[ Ressler and Samar leave ]
Cooper: Cynthia. To what do I owe the pleasure?
Panabaker: Harold, do you recall my rather explicit directions to avoid involvement in the Mosadek affair?
Cooper: Do you want my non-denial denial, or should we play footsie first?
Panabaker: Hm. [ Grins ]
[ Damian Jurado’s ♫ “Sheets” plays ]
[ ⬇ Go to Full Lyrics ] or [ ♪ Tap square below twice to play ♪ ]

 
Ressler: Listen uh, about Aram thinking that you’d think he’d propose.
Samar: I still can’t believe that’s what he thought it was.
Ressler: Well, he didn’t. I did. And I kind of, uh you know, made him think that you would, too.

♪ Is he still coming around
Like an injured bird needing a nest?

⋘⋙
Samar: Ressler is an idiot. And you’re an even bigger idiot for believing him.
Aram: Why? He was right.
Samar: No, he wasn’t. He said I’d think you giving me a ring was a proposal.
Aram: And you would’ve if you had wanted to marry me.
Samar: Did he tell you that, too?
Aram: No. Agent Keen did.
Samar: You have got to stop asking for relationship advice from people who have only had terrible relationships.
Aram: She was right, too. If you’d wanted to marry me, you would’ve assumed it was an engagement ring.
Samar: No, I would’ve assumed it was an engagement ring if you’d asked me to get engaged. Should I assume you didn’t because you don’t?
Aram: Should I assume you don’t because you didn’t?
Samar: Okay, look. I love this ring. I know it was an heirloom, and it means a lot to me that you wanted me to have it.
Aram: I’m glad.
Samar: But by not asking the big question, you have raised a lot of other questions that I think we both need to answer. So, until we do I think you should take it back.
[ She returns the ring ]

 

♪ I’ll share the trap that you have me in

Liz: So that’s what we know. We can connect Garvey to two murders and to providing protection to a drug cartel, but we can’t prove any of it. Tell me what you know, and maybe we can.
Lilly: What I know about Ian is he’s a good man. He’s looked after me since I was a kid. Been like a father to me.
Lilly: I know how difficult this must be for you. Trust me – I know what it’s like to have a father who’s a criminal.
Lilly: Look, Ian isn’t my father. He protected me from my father. Got me into Witness Protection to keep my father away from me.
Liz: Wait I’m – you were in WITSEC?
Lilly: For most of my life, yeah. And now I know why. It’s because the FBI spends more time looking for good people like my surrogate father rather than bad people like my real one.
Liz: Your real father?

♪ You have the nerve to look me in the eyes and lie

Lilly: Perhaps you’ve heard of him. His name’s Raymond Reddington. He’s been on the FBI’s Most Wanted List for 20 years.
Liz: You’re Raymond Reddington’s daughter?

♪ I’ll share the trap that you have me in

Lilly: Why do you look so surprised?
Liz: Because I am, too.

 
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Trivia: Megan Boone will be 35 on April 29, 2018. If Liz the character is the same age as Megan the actress, and if Lillian (“Lilly” as listed in the IMDb credits) and Liz are really half-sisters, Red has two daughters the same age. Red’s daughter as referenced in 2:4 Dr Linus Creel is named Jennifer. Red asked Liz and his ex-wife Carla (alias Naomi Hyland) where Jennifer was. Liz was unable to find her and Carla/Naomi said she did not know where Jennifer was. In 2:7 The Scimitar, Red told Berlin’s daughter Zoë he had one child, a daughter.

 

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⭕ Episode Songs

 
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♫ On vit dans un sitcom (“We live in a sitcom”)
By Grems

♪ Mec, T’es entrain de vomir
Le swagg à Wallace et Gromit
Tu veux voir comment on fait les gros titres ?
Je suis noir, métissé avec des gothiques
Désolé, J’suis pas baptisé à l’eau de vie
Le seul O.V.N.I du game c’est moi et homies
Générosité : ça fait des gros fils de putes qui veulent te refiler les hémorroïdes
J’te montre ma bite ? T’es trop érotique !
Concert pour les minettes parce que t’es un gros pédophile
SHHEH ! T’as des gros seins à causes des stéroïdes !
Quand je fais des punchlines, c’est des astéroïdes
On va te rouler dessus avec ton Cherokee
Tu nous casse les couilles comme l’affaire Henri
Vazi, filme-toi la queue avec tes optiques et ta religion bouffe-la avec ses hosties

(Refrain)
♪ Sitcom ! Le mauvais goût !
Sitcom ! Le mauvais goût !
Sitcom ! C’est le mauvais goût !
On est dans un Sitcom !
Sitcom ! Le mauvais goût !
Sitcom ! Le mauvais goût !
Sitcom ! Le mauvais goût !
On vit dans un Sitcom !

 
[ Translation by Google Translate: ]

♪ Dude, you’re throwing up
Swagg at Wallace and Gromit
Do you want to see how the headlines are made?
I am black, mixed with Gothic
Sorry, I’m not baptized with brandy
The only O.V.N.I. of the game is me and homies
Generosity: it’s big boys whores who want to give you haemorrhoids
I show my dick? You’re too erotic!
Concert for the kids because you’re a big pedophile
SHHEH! You have big tits because of steroids!
When I do punchlines, it’s asteroids
We’ll roll you on with your Cherokee
You break the balls like the case Henri
Vazi, film your tail with your optics and your religion eat it with its hosts

(Refrain)
♪ Sitcom! Bad taste !
Sitcom ! Bad taste !
Sitcom ! It’s bad taste !
We are in a Sitcom !
Sitcom ! Bad taste !
Sitcom ! Bad taste !
Sitcom ! Bad taste !
We live in a Sitcom !

🎹 Return to where this song occurs in script above
Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2qoBA7A
YouTube: https://youtu.be/srFXq1YnrJw

 


 

♫ Put the Blame on Mame
By Rita Hayworth
(singing voice of Anita Kert Ellis dubbed in)

♪ When they had the earthquake in San Francisco
Back in nineteen-six
They said that Mother Nature
Was up to her old tricks
That’s the story that went around
But here’s the real low-down
Put the blame on Mame, boys
Put the blame on Mame
One night she started to shim and shake
That brought on the Frisco quake
So you can put the blame on Mame, boys
Put the blame on Mame
 
♪ They once had a shootin’ up in the Klondike
When they got Dan McGrew
Folks were putting the blame on
The lady known as Lou
That’s the story that went around
But here’s the real low-down
Put the blame on Mame, boys
Put the blame on Mame
Mame did a dance called the hoochy-coo
That’s the thing that slew McGrew
So you can put the blame on Mame, boys
Put the blame on Mame

🎹 Return to where this song occurs in script above
Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2GTQgWB
YouTube: https://youtu.be/YnBmbsDan5s

 


 

♫ Sympathique
By Pink Lemonade

♪ Ma chambre a la forme d’une cage
Le soleil passe son bras par la fenêtre
Les chasseurs à ma porte
Comme les p’tits soldats
Qui veulent me prendre

♪ Je ne veux pas travailler
Je ne veux pas déjeuner
Je veux seulement l’oublier
Et puis je fume

♪ Déjà j’ai connu le parfum de l’amour
Un million de roses n’embaumerait pas autant
Maintenant une seule fleur dans mes entourages
Me rend malade

♪ Je ne veux pas travailler
Je ne veux pas déjeuner
Je veux seulement l’oublier
Et puis je fume

♪ Je ne suis pas fière de ça
Vie qui veut me tuer
C’est magnifique être sympathique
Mais je ne le connais jamais

♪ Je ne veux pas travailler
Non
Je ne veux pas déjeuner
Je veux seulement l’oublier
Et puis je fume

♪ Je ne suis pas fière de ça
Vie qui veut me tuer
C’est magnifique être sympathique
Mais je ne le connais jamais

♪ Je ne veux pas travailler
Non
Je ne veux pas déjeuner
Je veux seulement l’oublier
Et puis je fume

 
[ Translation by Google Translate: ]

♪ My room has the shape of a cage
The sun passes his arm through the window
Hunters on my doorstep
Like the little soldiers
Who want to take me

♪ I do not want to work
I do not want to have breakfast
I only want to forget
And then I smoke

♪ Already I knew the scent of love
One million roses would not be as much
Now only one flower in my surroundings
Makes me sick

♪ I do not want to work
I do not want to have breakfast
I only want to forget
And then I smoke

♪ I’m not proud of that
Life that wants to kill me
It’s wonderful to be nice
but I never know it

♪ I do not want to work
No
I do not want to have breakfast
I only want to forget
And then I smoke

♪ I’m not proud of that
Life that wants to kill me
It’s wonderful to be nice
but I never know it

♪ I do not want to work
No
I do not want to have breakfast
I only want to forget
And then I smoke

🎹 Return to where this song occurs in script above
Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2H09Uft
YouTube: https://youtu.be/ANVQScgIeag

 


 

♫ Rise Up
By Greenwood Rhythm Coalition

♪ [ Instrumental ]

🎹 Return to where this song occurs in script above
Lyrics and Credits: [ Instrumental ]
YouTube: https://youtu.be/k5oTGD03rmY


 

 

♫ Sheets
By Damien Jurado

♪ ‘Cause he’s still coming around like an injured bird needing a nest
A place to rest his head in a song you’ll regret
Still you take him, Lord knows I don’t want to compete
Still I sleep in the very sheets he’s been in

♪ Swallow him whole like a pill that makes you choke, it steals your soul
You have the nerve to look me in the eyes and lie
Send him back, I won’t share the trap that you have me in

♪ Is he still coming around like an injured bird needing a nest
A place to rest his head in a song you’ll regret
Still you take him, Lord knows I don’t want to compete
Still I sleep in the very sheets he’s been in

♪ Swallow him whole like a pill that makes you choke, steals your soul
You have the nerve to look me in the eyes and lie
Send him back, I won’t share the trap that you have me in

♪ Still I sleep in the very sheets he’s been in

🎹 Return to where this song occurs in script above
Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2INsUOQ
YouTube: https://youtu.be/QV3NBoIHJmg

 


 
 

⭕ Episode Songs ⇈ and Photos ⇊

 
Episode 5:18 Zarak Mosadek is available as a Twitter “Moment” (or two or three). Results vary by browser and app. Advantages are it’s chronological and the photos and captions are together. Also, Twitter photos are higher resolution than the WordPress photos on this blog. Disadvantages: Each Moment can include no than 100 Tweets (so there are sometimes more than one Moment per episode). And, for best results, you will want a Twitter account. (You can do what Red would do and use an alias: the only real info it requires is a phone number to make sure you’re not a bot.)

Or you can continue using the Twitter links in “Episode in Tweets” below.

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🔴 Script 5:18 Zarak Mosadek http://wp.me/pDKwi-7Q2 Status: FINAL @NBCBlacklist #TheBlacklist https://twitter.com/BlacklistDCd/status/985135977848098816/photo/1

🔴 Easy-Search Scripts updated thru Episode 5:18 Zarak Mosadek http://wp.me/pDKwi-5Ey#mosadek #TheBlacklist @NBCBlacklist https://twitter.com/BlacklistDCd/status/985144970230292481/photo/1

🔴 Storybook Season 5 updated through Episode 5:18 Zarak Mosadek http://wp.me/PDKwi-5Et#mosadek #TheBlacklist @NBCBlacklist https://twitter.com/BlacklistDCd/status/985144970230292481/photo/1

🔴 Script 5:18 Zarak Mosadek http://wp.me/pDKwi-7Q2 🔴 Storybook http://wp.me/PDKwi-5Et#mosadek #TheBlacklist https://twitter.com/BlacklistDCd/status/985135977848098816/photo/1

⭕ 5:18A Ian Garvey ~ A Twitter “Moment”: The Story in Tweets https://twitter.com/i/moments/^

⭕ 5:18B Ian Garvey ~ A Twitter “Moment”: The Story in Tweets https://twitter.com/i/moments/^

⭕ 5:18C Ian Garvey ~ A Twitter “Moment”: The Story in Tweets https://twitter.com/i/moments/^
 
 
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