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🔴 Script 6:2 The Corsican (№ 20)

 
NBC’s series The Blacklist starring James Spader and Megan Boone
Series created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Program air date: 1/4/2019 in the US (8pm Central/Chicago Time)
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Last updated: 1/8/2018 at 5:15pm CT [ Central/Chicago time ]
 

 
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
 
GUEST STARS:
 
Aaron – Allan Corduner
McMahon – Jennifer Ferrin
Lillian Roth/Jennifer – Fiona Darouf
Bastien Moreau – Christoper Lambert
Cynthia Panabaker – Dierdre Lovejoy
Charles Albrecht – Redman Maxfield
US Attorney Holt – Karen Pittman
Officer Baldwin – James Rees
Maxwell Ruddiger – Dikran Toulain

🔴 Script 6:2 The Corsican (№ 20)

Brief (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.

 
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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?
Monroau: 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 ]
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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 ]
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♪ 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 ]
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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 ]
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♪ 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 ]
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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 ]
[ ↔️ Lyrics Pending ]

♪ 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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♫ 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

🎹 Return to where this song occurs in script above
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

🎹 Return to where this song occurs in script above
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

🎹 Return to where this song occurs in script above
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)

🎹 Return to where this song occurs in script above
Lyrics and Credits: [unavailable]
YouTube: https://youtu.be/TOQ7FioIEuo

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I am not doing the Storybook or the Twitter “Episode in Tweets” feature for Season 6 due to the compressed broadcast schedule. But I love photo editing more than anything, so I’ll focus on photos from my ♡ favorite ♡ scenes.

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