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🔴 Script 7:12 Cornelius Ruck

 

🔴 Script 7:12 Cornelius Ruck (№ 155)

 
NBC’s series The Blacklist starring James Spader and Megan Boone
Series created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Program air date: 3/27/2020 in the US (7pm Central/Chicago Time)
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STATUS: ⭕ Pending ⭕ Rough ⭕ Preliminary 🔴 FINAL
STATUS: 🚫 Pending 🌒 Rough 🌓 Preliminary  Final
Last updated: 4/3/2020 at 10:20am CT [ Central/Chicago time ]

 

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Directed by: John Terlesky
Written by: Lukas Reiter

 
SERIES STARS:
 
Raymond ‘Red’ Reddington – James Spader
Elizabeth Keen – Megan Boone
Donald Ressler – Diego Klattenhoff
Harold Cooper – Harry Lennix
Aram Mojtabai – Amir Arison
Dembe Zuma – Hisham Tawfiq
 
GUEST STARS:
 
Joko Kozinski – Hugo Armstrong
Cynthia Mallet – Kate Bornstein
Arthur Rodman – Darren Goldstein
Ahmet – Lohrasp Kansara
Agnes Keen – Sarah/Katherine Kell
Mahmoud Iqbal – Ajay Naidu
Cassandra Bianchi – Joely Richardson
Annika Logan – Adeola Role
Margo – Katie Thompson

 

Note: OurBoard provides a raw version of each script (the screen captions). 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 and my added action notes are in [ square brackets ]. I am sure there are mistakes.

 

 

 

🔴 Script 7:12 Cornelius Ruck (№ 155)

Brief (Where we’re at): When Ressler came to apologize to Liz for putting into play the search for her mother that led to her “death,” Liz confided in him that Katarina is not dead but that she had staged her death to fool Red, contrary to the story Liz had earlier told Ressler and the Task Force. Meanwhile, Red still denies to Liz that “the woman from Paris” is her mother, even though Liz tells him Katarina had told her that she was.

Red’s newest adventure has to do with a forged Byzantine-style box (“casket”) he and Dembe had stolen thinking it was authentic. He was able to enlist the Task Force to find the forger, Victoria Fenberg (Blacklister #137), the daughter of a family that had cashed in by manufacturing opioids that killed the son of a man, Richard Vitaris, who wants justice. To help Vitaris sue her father, Victoria has used her skills as a forger to replace, one by one, the valuable works of art in her parents’ considerable collection with her copies, selling the originals on the black market.

Red was able to track down the original of his casket from a friend of Victoria’s. But the casket is one of a set of six, and Red is due to meet up with the owners of the other five. Together, the value of the set is expected to be “obscene, if not flagrant.”

Meanwhile, Aram has begun to have misgivings about his relationship with Elodie Radcliffe, a thrill-seeker whose husband is on life support. Not only does Elodie like to lure Aram into doing things that are unethical and sometimes illegal but she has hinted that it might better if her husband had died. The thought has crossed Aram’s mind as well and his struggle over whether to break up with Elodie reflects his own inner turmoil.

 
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[ Lungef Jordan Island, Baltic Sea ]
[ A seaplane descends from an overcast sky. Red and Dembe emerge and are greeted at the dock ]
Arthur Rodman: Mr. Reddington. So pleased you made it, sir.
Red: Ha! So am I. What a ride. You can’t imagine what it took to get here.
Arthur: And might I say not a moment too soon. We are in for quite a storm. Arthur Rodman. I’m at your service.
Red: What a place. This is lovely.
Arthur: I’m sorry. I wasn’t prepared for– You were told no seconds are permitted?
Red: Oh, no, no, Dembe won’t be staying.
Dembe: Raymond, are you sure this place is secure?
Arthur: Oh, you needn’t worry. The island is a safe haven. Mr. Vries, our owner, offers it to men and women such as Mr. Reddington as a place to do business or resolve disputes with absolute privacy and security.
Dembe: And your property is the only one on the island, yes?
Arthur: Yes. My employer provides staff, lodging, fine dining.
Red: You should go before the sky gets any darker. Please. And don’t worry. I’ll see you here in two days, and we’ll celebrate.
Dembe: I don’t trust Cassandra.
Red: Ah. Eat a whole pizza, read a couple of great books. Maybe take the kids skating. My God, I can’t remember the last time you had a whole weekend off.
Dembe: Two days, Raymond. Remember, you promised Agnes to be at the ballet.
Red: I’ll see you Sunday.
[ Hug ]
Red: Not to worry.

 
Arthur: All firearms will be kept in a safe until the proceedings are complete.
[ Red puts his handgun in the large case ] [ Metal detector whining ]
[ Red is driven to the entrance of a large, castle-like house. A woman, Cassandra Bianci, looks out a window as the car drives up ]

 
[ Red gets out ]
Cassandra: [ British accent ] There he is. In the flesh.
Red: Hello, Cassandra. You’re looking like the best of times.
Cassandra: I wasn’t sure you were going to make it.
[ Cheek kisses ]
Red: I had to come. I couldn’t let down the others.
Cassandra: The others. Mm. Well, to be honest, I was hoping that part of you came for me.
Red: [ Nods ]The best part did.
Cassandra: You brought your piece?
Red: Of course.
Cassandra: [ Laughs ] Then it’s official. We have the complete set.
Red: You’re convinced it’s the right time to sell?
Cassandra: I am. But, um– Relax. Business later. I’ll lay everything out for the group tonight.

 
[ Arthur shows Red his suite ]
Arthur: We will stay out of your way during your stay, but anything you need, Mr. Reddington, don’t hesitate to ask.
Red: Thank you, Arthur.

 
[ Red greets another of the group, Annika Logan, in a separate room ]
Anika: Think it’s bugged?
Red: Annika, your brow is already furrowed.
Annika: [ Laughs ] [ Island accent ] I swept my whole room– the basket, the vents. It appears clean.
Red: That’s a relief.
Annika: Mm. You bring it? Hmm. I brought it. I didn’t want to touch it, but–
Red: [ Laughs ] Same old Annika. You’ve been reading ghost stories.
Annika: Not ghost stories– news stories. It came from a tomb, right? The original dig was in Turkey–
Red: Give me a hug.
Annika: Three of the archaeologists are dead–
[ Hug, cheek kiss ]
Annika: –one pancreatic cancer, one suicide, one heart disease.
Red: You think the caskets we stole gave an archaeologist pancreatic cancer?
Annika: They are cursed. [ Nebulizer hisses ]
Red: I believe you. Well, I believe you believe you.
Annika: Mm-hmm.
Red: That innate sense of danger is what drove you to become perhaps the single best security expert I know.
Annika: I’m right. Don’t touch it.
Red: [ Chuckles ] Have you seen the others?
Annika: Mm, just Margo. You think I haven’t changed? [ Chuckles ] Come on. She’s exactly where you’d think she’d be.

 
[ A gaming room. Joko Kozinski holds a stopwatch ]
Joko: [ Chuckles ] [ Slavic accent ] Ready, Margo? 30 seconds. Go!
[ Placed in front of Margo, a heavy-set woman, are five pad locks and by each a shot of vodka. She goes to work ]
Joko: Ah. Know what I’m thinking, Margo?
[ Margo finishes unlocking the first lock, drinks the first shot ]
Joko: I’m thinking of all the ways I’m going to be spending your moneys, yes?
Margo: [ Chuckles ]
[ Two more locks, two more shots ]
Joko: No, no.
Margot: [ Chuckles ]
[ Two more ]
Joko: No, no, no, no, no!
[ Margo finishes the last lock, doffs the last shot ]
Margo: Boo-yah!
Joko: [ Grunts ]

 
[ Red enters ]
Red: I can name three other can openers who could crack those locks. Only one could do it in 30 seconds, and none could do it after a half pint of aquavit.
Margo: Reddington, you dapper dog.
Red: Margo, you’re a Viking.
Margo: 5 grand says I can do it again in 20.
[ Cheek kiss ]
Red: No dice.
[ Hug ]
Red: I came here to [ kiss smack ] make money, not give it away.
[ Mahmoud Iqbal enters ]
Mahmoud: [ South Asian accent ] Good evening, Margo.
Margo: [ Loudly ] Hello, Mahmoud.
Red: Mahmoud, your hearing has gotten worse?
Mahmoud: Oh, it’s not all gone. But soon.
Red: I’m terribly sorry.
Mahmoud: You’re kind. But when I decided to blow things up for a living, I knew there’d be occupational hazards.
Red: Tell me, did I detect a chill in the air from the two of you? Are you on again or off again?

 
[ Door opens. Cassandra enters ]
Red: Ah.
Cassandra: Welcome, everyone. Thank you for coming.
[ The others seat themselves on couches which face each other ]
Cassandra: I hope after what you’re about to hear, you’ll decide that it has been worth it. Let’s talk business. It’s been just under three years since I first went to Reddington, told him about the caskets, asked him to fund the job–
Joko: You have buyer or not?
Margo: Let her talk.
Cassandra: I want to say we did the right thing. No legitimate fence would’ve touched what we had. Every art crime cop in every continent was watching. The right thing to do was split it and wait.
Annika: And you think it’s been long enough?
Cassandra: I do. We’ve seen a number of high-profile thefts this year. The FBI, INTERPOL, they’re busy elsewhere. It’s time to move.
Joko: Who’s the buyer?
Cassandra: A collector, with a particular interest in Byzantine art. I did some research and floated the idea last month.
Annika: You should’ve asked us first.
Mahmoud: I agree.
Red: I don’t. As the architect, it’s Cassandra’s right to explore a next move.
Cassandra: Everything was done anonymously. He has no idea who we are, but he is on his way, and weather permitting, he should be here this time tomorrow.
Margo: What kinda bread we baking?
Cassandra: Ah, it’s hard to know. Each individual piece could be worth a few million, but the complete set increases the potential number to maybe–
Joko: 75.
Cassandra: No, that’s high.
Joko: Come on. The Blue Wittelsbach-Graff Diamond went for over $23 mil. The Qianlong vase went for 53, or maybe you think I’m too dumb to do my homework.
Mahmoud: Take it easy.
Joko: Easy? The five of you got 18% each. That’s even cut for each specialty. But me, I’m just a goon with a gun, so I only get 10? No way I’m letting you undersell and cut my take even more.
Annika: Keep your voices down.
Cassandra: Nobody wants to undersell–
Joko: You know what? Rules say we don’t sell unless it’s unanimous, so maybe I don’t agree to anything until my cut is even!
Red: That’s enough, Joko. You got 10% because you came in late, not because anyone here undervalues your contribution. As far as I’m concerned, the goon with the gun, he’s the real operator. He’s the one who has to handle himself under pressure when things go sideways. He’s the one everyone else has to rely on. The goon with the gun doesn’t do his job, there is no job. We needed you. Nobody’s ever said otherwise except maybe you. At the end of the day, you accepted your cut, and it’s done. So, let’s all take a breath and remember we’re friends.
Margo: I vote we sell.
Annika: Agreed. The sooner the better.
Mahmoud: Agreed.
Red: Then I make five.
[ Joko is displeased, takes his time ]
Joko: [ Reluctantly ] Agreed.
Margo: [ Chuckles ]

 
[ They lay the nesting caskets out on a table, from largest to smallest, and admire them ]
Annika: Holy Mary Mother of God, protect me now and always.
Cassandra: Margo, yours is the last. It’s beautiful.
[ Blood drips from Margo’s nose ]
Cassandra: Margo. Your nose.
[ The scene through Margo’s eyes becomes blurred and distorted ]
Red: [ Echoing ] You should sit down.
[ Margo collapses. Red kneels next to her, takes her head in his hands ]
Red: Margo! Margo. Can you hear me?

 
[ Red and Joko carry Margo’s body into a storage room and lay her down on a steel table ]
Red: I’ll ask Mahmoud if Margo has any family, and if so, I’ll see that they get her remains. Grab a tablecloth there.
[ Red looks at Margo’s fingernails which are speckled with blood ]
Joko: What do you think happened to her?
[ Red checks the inside of Margot’s lip and the whites of her eyes. They, too, are blood-splotched ]
Joko: What is it? What do you see?

 
[ The living room ]
Annika: It was the curse!
[ Annika’s nebulizer hisses ]
Cassandra: Annika, please, that’s not helpful right now.
Annika: Y-You think I’m kidding? Margo was number four. Four bodies connected to these caskets in the three years since they were found!
[ Red and Joko enter ]
Joko: She said stop it.
Red: Everyone, just try to calm down.
Mahmoud: What could’ve happened?
Joko: Come on. Are you serious? I’ll tell you what happened. Diabetes. Hypertension–
Cassandra: You hardly knew her.
Joko: I don’t have to know her. Look at her. Morbidly overweight, probably alcoholic. Did she smoke?
Mahmoud: Yes, but–
Joko: Then the question isn’t why it happened. It’s why it didn’t happen sooner.
Red: All right, Joko, you made your point. Margo could crack a bank vault in less than eight minutes under withering pressure. She had ice water in her veins. Okay, she didn’t make healthy choices, but this had nothing to do with stress or hypertension or a curse.
[ Annika’s nebulizer hisses ]
Cassandra: You think somebody killed her.
Annika: Why? Who would do that?
Red: Someone who stands to gain from her death.
Cassandra: That could be any one of us. Before, it was a six-way split. Now it’s only five.
Mahmoud: Perhaps, but only one of us was complaining about the size of their percentage.
Joko: You think I killed your girlfriend?
Mahmoud: She wasn’t my girlfriend.
Joko: That’s right. You two broke up, so maybe you killed her. Maybe you can’t handle idea of her shacking up with someone new.
Mahmoud: Go to hell!
Red: Mahmoud, look at me. We are genuinely sorry for your loss. But the truth is, we don’t have enough evidence to start accusing each other of homicide. I suggest we all turn in early and look at this with fresh eyes in the morning.
Annika: What about Margo’s casket?
Cassandra: If everyone agrees, I’ll hold onto it for now.
Red: We do. Everyone else, take yours with you. We’ll reconvene here at 7:00 a.m.

 
[ Red knocks on a door. Cassandra opens it ]
Cassandra: Do you remember what happened the last time you knocked on my door at 2:00 a.m.?
Red: Yes, you shot at me.
Cassandra: I thought you were someone else.
Red: You thought I was your husband.
Cassandra: I like committing crimes of passion. Want to commit one now?
Red: I had something a bit more frigid in mind.

 
[ Cassandra and Red enter the room where Margo’s body is ]
Cassandra: Petechial hemorrhages?
Red: Broken blood vessels in her eyes. Also on the inside of her lips and underneath her fingernails.
Cassandra: That means she was poisoned?
Red: Not definitively, no, but it certainly suggests it. We won’t know for sure until we open her up.
Cassandra: What?
Red: We need towels– tongs, and a ladle. Doesn’t matter what size.
Cassandra: Boy, you really know how to show a girl a good time. Tell me, do you do autopsies during all your dates, or am I special?
[ Red cuts into Margo’s belly with a knife ]
Cassandra: I never heard from you after Marseilles. Was a perfect job. An even more perfect four days together at Hôtel de la Mer.
Red: Can I have a towel?
Cassandra: Raymond. I’ve walked away from Marco. From everything. I thought you would, too.
Red: I was going to. Till I found out we took nearly $40 million from that vault, not 30. You’re either very bad at math or very good at lying.
Cassandra: I’m good at both. What I’m terrible at is life.
Red: Another towel.
Cassandra: [ Sighs ] After Marseilles, I heard about a job in Lisbon. Big score, but it came with a big overhead. Tunneling gear, commercial grade, the works. I thought about bringing it to you, but I couldn’t. You say you walked away because I took the money, but I took it because you’d already walked away.
[ Red pries open the cut in Margo’s belly with the tongs ]
Red: Can you hold that?
Cassandra: I shouldn’t have done it, but I was hurt, and– I regret it. You have no reason to believe me, but I do.
Red: Tell me about Lisbon.
Cassandra: Uh– I invested everything I had and even some I didn’t have. And then, at the last minute, just two days before we were set to move, the museum shipped the piece back to New York, made a secret deal to trade exhibits, and– that was it. I lost my entire investment.
Red: Why are you telling me this?
Cassandra: You asked.
Red: You brought it up. Why?
Cassandra: Because– I’ve had a run of bad luck lately, and I’ve been thinking a lot about why.
Red: You sound like Annika.
Cassandra: [ Scoffs ] It’s no accident that things went wrong when I burned what we had. I would do anything to take it back, to go back to that suite at Hôtel de la Mer.
Red: The ladle. The ladle.
[ Cassandra hands him the ladle. Red uses it dip into open cut ]
Red: [ Sighs ] She bled to death internally. Must be half her blood supply.
Cassandra: How?
Red: [ Sighs ] Some kind of anti-coagulating agent. When blood’s that thin, you can spontaneously hemorrhage. Every organ, all your veins, arteries start leaking into the viscera.
Cassandra: You’re sure?
Red: This didn’t happen naturally. Someone killed her. Someone on this island.

 
[ The living room ]
Mahmoud: Murdered?
Red: You wanted a forensic investigation. That’s what it showed.
Cassandra: Where’s Joko?
Annika: I-I knocked on his door.
Mahmoud: And you’re sure?
Red: Yes. She was poisoned, dosed with an anti-coagulating agent.
Mahmoud: D-Dosed? You– You mean injected?
Cassandra: It seems more likely it was administered orally– in her food or something she drank.
Annika: Last night at dinner?
Red: What I saw would’ve taken hours to develop– six, maybe even eight. What time did Margo get here?
Cassandra: Yesterday morning. We all did–
Mahmoud: W-W-What you saw? You did an autopsy? You cut her open?
Annika: So it happened here on the island.
Cassandra: I saw you having breakfast with her.
Mahmoud: You think I killed her?
Cassandra: As far as motives go, there aren’t any more powerful than love.
Red: Money.
Cassandra: Maybe, but if money were the objective, why stop there? Why not kill the rest of us, too?
Mahmoud: I have no idea. But I’m sure as hell going to ask!
Annika: Ask who?
Mahmoud: Well, only one of us isn’t here.
[ Mahmoud grabs a poker from the fireplace and hurries off ]

 
[ Red and the others follow after Mahmoud down a corridor ]
Red: Mahmoud, the man’s three times your size. What do you intend to do, poke him to death?
Cassandra: He’s right. Will you stop? We don’t even know it was him.
Mahmoud: Joko! [ Pounding on door ] Come out here!
[ No one answers ]
Red: Watch out.
[ Red pushes the door open ] [ At first they see nothing. Then they see two severed fingers next to the bed. They look around the end of the bed and there is Joko’s body ]
Annika: Oh, my God.
Cassandra: None of us are capable of this.
Mahmoud: For a treasure like the caskets, people are capable of anything.
Red: I agree. But he wasn’t killed for the treasure.
[ Red picks up Mahmoud’s casket ]
Red: I don’t know what’s happening, but clearly, this isn’t about the caskets.

 
[ Annika heads back down the corridor, followed by Cassandra ]
Cassandra: Annika, you can’t leave.
[ Nebulizer hisses ]
Annika: Are you kidding me? I am not interested in dying here!
Cassandra: Oh, look, we should stick together until we know what we’re dealing with.
Annika: You have my casket. It is yours. I don’t want it.
Cassandra: That’s ridiculous. You’re walking away from millions.
Annika: Five bodies! I won’t be the sixth.
Red: You going?
Annika: Damn right, and if you are smart, you will go with me– you, Cassandra, and Mahmoud.
Cassandra: Mahmoud. Where is he?
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[ Mahmoud makes his way through the kitchen to a pantry. He breaks open a panel and retrieves a packet and some wires ]
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[ Red goes looking for Mahmoud ]
Mahmoud?
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[ Mahmoud sets up a device ]
[ Beeping ]
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Cassandra: Annika, listen to me.
Annika: Please, please, please, please.
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Red: Hello? Hello?
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[ Cassandra follows Annika into the garage ]
Cassandra: If we just stick together, we can talk this out.
Annika Hello? Anybody here?
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[ Mahmoud starts the timer on the device ] [ Beeping ]
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Red: Mahmoud.
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[ Mahmoud steps aside ]
[ 💥 Explosion 💥]
[ The blast opens a hole in the wall. Mahmoud reaches in, retrieves a gun and leaves ]
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[ Red follows the sound of the blast. He finds the blast site. Inside is another gun, which he takes ]

 
[ In the garage, Annika’s desperation and panic are exacerbating her asthma ]
Annika: Hello? Hello? Is anybody here?
Cassandra: Please–
Annika: [ Coughing ]
Cassandra: Annika.
Annika: Somebody help!
Cassandra: What are you doing?
Annika: Where is Arthur? I want to see him right now. I want off this island. I want him to fly me home!
Cassandra: Annika, stay calm.
Annika: [ Coughing, wheezing ]
Cassandra: No one’s going anywhere in this weather. The plane can’t fly.
Annika: [ Coughing ]
Cassandra: We have to wait for the weather to clear.
[ Mahmoud appears, pointing his gun at Cassandra ]
Mahmoud: You! You brought us here!
Cassandra: Wait, Mahmoud! Please!
[ Nebulizer hissing ]
Mahmoud: You did this!
Annika: [ Gasping ]
Mahmoud: You poisoned her!
Cassandra: No!
[ Annika collapses into Cassandra’s arms ]
Mahmoud: You put something in her nebulizer! You poisoned us all!
[ Red appears, pointing his gun at Mahmoud ]
Red: Mahmoud! Mahmoud. Lower the gun.
Mahmoud: Think! It had to be her! She set us up! She walked us into a trap!
[ Annika is convulsing ]
Red: Lower your weapon now!
Mahmoud: Get away from her!
Red: Mahmoud, I won’t tell you again.
[ Mahmoud is about to shoot. Red shoots him first 💥💥 ]
[ Annika has died of her asthma attack ]
Cassandra: [ Sobbing ] I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. [ Crying ]
[ Red walks over to Cassandra ]
Red: You were right. I have no reason to believe you. About Marseilles or about this.
Cassandra: I didn’t do this. But I know who did.

 
[ Red and Cassandra talk in a parked car. It’s dark ]
Cassandra: I worked through a fence in Boston. He introduced me to a potential buyer who turned out to be an FBI undercover agent. He played with me for a few days. He made sure he got me on tape, and then he arrested me for theft and interstate transportation of stolen property.
Red: And you cut a deal. Is that why you brought us together? Save yourself by giving us up?
Cassandra: I didn’t give them your names, and I got it in writing that they wouldn’t ask for them.
Red: Well, if they didn’t want us, what did they want?
Cassandra: You remember where the caskets were found?
Red: An archaeological dig in the Kayseri Province.
Cassandra: One of the archaeologists was a CIA agent using the dig as cover to meet with his Turkish sources.
Red: Source– What sources?
Cassandra: American operatives inside the Turkish government.
Red: They told you this? The FBI?
Cassandra: The Turks had figured out who he was. They knew that he had a list of American assets inside their country. They killed him for it.
Red: But they didn’t get the list?
Cassandra: No, because he’d already hidden it as a microdot. That’s what this is about. [ Sighs ] The Smithsonian had sponsored the expedition. He knew that he could get the intel out of the country in the caskets, which would be sent to D.C. for further analysis. So he put the microdot on one of them.
Red: And the CIA wants it back to protect the identities of their undercover agents.
Cassandra: We made a deal. I’d help them to recover the caskets and secure their intel, and in return, they’d let us walk– all of us. But then– it all went sideways.
Red: It went sideways because they weren’t CIA agents. They lied to you. And we won’t know why until we read the microdot.

 
[ Red breaks ⚡️a window and lets himself and Cassandra in to a workshop ]
Red: Do you have your cellphone with you?
Cassandra: It won’t work. There’s no service. We’re hundreds of miles from the nearest tower.
Red: I don’t intend to make a call.
[ Red finds a binoculars ]
Red: Ah, perfect. Now we just need a screwdriver and some tape– any kind of tape.
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[ Red goes to work building a microscope ]
Red: My father was fascinated by insects. Fancied himself an amateur entomologist.
[ Cassandra hands Red a screwdriver ]
Red: Ah, great. By the time I was 6, my father had taught me that a microscope is essentially two convex lenses in relationship to one another. I’ll never forget the joy on his face as he helped me make my first one, then watched as I went into the yard in search of bugs. The idea that a whole world that I couldn’t see had suddenly revealed itself and been brought into focus– [ Grunts ] –felt like a miracle.
Cassandra: Because it was, given how often we miss what’s right in front of us.
Red: What I see right in front of me is someone I misjudged. What’s happened tonight, I should’ve known. You could never have done it.
Cassandra: [ Scoffs ]
Red: But we do that, you and I– misjudge each other. I tonight, you in Marseilles.
Cassandra: [ Chuckles ] I wanted to run away with you. You didn’t.
Red: What you misjudged was the reason why. You thought it was about you. It wasn’t. I had obligations.
Cassandra: To the young woman you were watching over.
Red: Yes. Her husband wasn’t who he appeared to be. She was in jeopardy. I had to intervene.
Cassandra: And– is she still in jeopardy?
Red: I hope not.
Cassandra: Then maybe you’re no longer under obligation.
Red: Not except to watch her daughter dance in “Sleeping Beauty” tomorrow night. You have the caskets?
Cassandra: Yes, four of them. Where’s yours?
Red: In my suite. Mahmoud’s must still be in his, as well. If one of these four has the microdot, all we need is a little light, and we should be able to read it. Damn it. It’s so fussy, this. We need tape. We really need tape.

 
[ Cassandra goes to look for tape. She opens a drawer and takes out a small flashlight and turns it on ]
Cassandra: [ Fearfully ] Raymond?
[ Red takes his gun and goes to her. She is shining a light into a closet. Inside are several bodies ]
Cassandra: [ Sighs ] Who are they?
Red: The island staff. Turks got here before we did.
[ Radio squawks ]
Red: [ Quietly ] Shh, shh, shh, shh.
[ A man shines a light inside through the broken window. He opens the door, enters and looks around. Red comes up behind him and presses his gun to the back of his head ]
Red: Thanks for coming. We have so many questions.

 
[ Red sits across from the man (Ahmet) ]
Red: Let’s try this again, shall we? I want to know who you are and why you are here. I think you and your homicidal brethren masquerading as house staff are in fact Turkish operatives. I think you’re here to recover the microdot, the one the CIA officer hid in one of the caskets.
Cassandra: Is that why you’re here? To get the list of Americans working in your government?
Red: Do you know which casket you’re looking for? Fair enough. Maybe you don’t speak English. Let’s see if you recognize numbers.
[ Red points his gun at Ahmet and counts down with his fingers ]
Red: 3, 2, 1.
Ahmet: [ Hurriedly ] The smallest one.
Red: Ah, so you do understand numbers.
Cassandra: The smallest casket. That’s why you targeted Margo first.
Ahmet: That’s what the American told us before he died. We don’t know if he told the truth.
[ Red tears off a piece of tape to complete the microscope ]
Red: We’re about to find out.
Ahmet: The plan was to poison the woman only. Once you were alerted, our objective changed. We were told to eliminate everyone. Retrieve and examine all six caskets.

 
[ Using the microscope which is connected to Cassandra’s cell phone, Red pulls up a list of names ]
Red: Looks like your poor CIA officer did tell you the truth.
Cassandra: You found it?
Red: Yes, but it’s not a list of American assets in Turkey. It appears we had it the wrong way around.
Arthur Rodman: [ On Ahmet’s radio ] Ahmet. Ahmet, come in.
Red: How many operatives does he have?
[ Ahmet won’t answer ]
Red: Never mind. I’ll ask him myself.
[ Red pistol whips ⚡️Ahmet and he falls to the floor ]
Arthur: [ On radio ] Ahmet, report your location.
Red: Ahmet’s taking a nap. To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?
Arthur: Reddington.
Red: I know that voice. Arthur Rodman. Cassandra, do you realize what this means? The butler did it.
Arthur: Oh, I’m no butler.
Red: Oh, I know exactly what you are. You’re the bloodhound the Turks hired to find the list of Turkish assets working within the American government. Wait a minute. Oh, my God. You’re Cornelius Ruck, aren’t you? [ Chuckling ] I’ll be damned. You tracked Korgeneral Ordu across the Gibson. They say you made do for three days on nothing but honeypot ants and eucalyptus. Oh, my God. Of course the Turks hired you to find the list.
Arthur: Where’s the microdot?
Cassandra: We have it, and we’re taking it with us when we leave the island.
Arthur: [ Laughs ] Don’t be absurd. You’re never leaving this island. You’re in a storm with no transportation or heavy weaponry facing a dozen of our best agents. Surrender, and I’ll consider showing you mercy.
Red: We’ll need a little time to think about that.
Arthur: You need a little time–
Red: That’s long enough. We’ve decided. We’re going to forego the offer to surrender. Wish us luck. [ Ends call ]
Red: [ To Cassandra ] We don’t have a choice. We’re either leaving here with the caskets or–
[ Cassandra lunges at Red and kisses him ]
Red: Mm.
Cassandra: We should definitely leave with the caskets.
[ Red kisses back ]
Red: Mm.
 
[ Marilyn Manson’s ♫ “Killing Strangers” plays ]
[ ⬇ Go to Full Lyrics ] or [ ♪ Tap square below to play ♪ ]

♪ This world doesn’t need no opera
We’re here for the operation
We don’t need a bigger knife (a bigger knife)
Cause we got guns, we got guns, we got guns (we got guns)
We got guns, you better run
(you better run, you better run, you better run)

♪ We’re killing strangers

[ 💥💥💥 Machine-gun fire 💥💥💥 ]

♪ We’re killing strangers
We’re killing strangers, so we don’t kill the ones that we love

[ 💥💥💥 Machine-gun fire 💥💥💥 ]

We’re killing strangers, we’re killing strangers
We’re killing strangers, so we don’t kill the ones that we love

[ Gunshot 💥 ]
[ While Red evades and takes out the operatives, one or two at a time, Cassandra finds gasoline in the shed which she pours along the driveway for later use ]

♪ Love

[ Radio squawks ]

♪ Love
♪ Love

♪ We pack demolition, we can’t pack emotion
Dynamite? We just might..

[ 💥💥 Gunshots 💥💥 ]
[ Cassandra finds dynamite and a triggering device. She plants the dynamite under the large table in the living room ]

♪ So blow us a kiss, blow us a kiss
Blow us a kiss, we’ll blow you to pieces

♪ We’re killing strangers, we’re killing strangers

[ Cassandra lights the stream of gasoline ]
[ 🔥 Man screaming 🔥 ]

♪ We’re killin’ strangers So we don’t kill the ones that we love
Love

[ Trump come up behind an operative and cuts his throat. Suddenly, Arthur appears with a gun, flanked by two operatives with rifles ]
Arthur: Hi, there. The knife.
[ Red puts the knife down ]
Arthur: [ Into radio phone ] Cassandra. Cassandra, are you listening?
[ She’s listening ]
Arthur: You have something I want – the caskets – and I have someone you may like to trade for. Either you bring my casket to the Bibliotek, or I put a bullet in Mr. Reddington’s head.

 
Cassandra: You should have come to me from the outset. So many lives might have been spared.
Arthur: Mm. [ Clears throat ] Open it.
[ Red opens the casket ]
Arthur: Get over there with her.
[ Arthur peers at the list of names ] [ Chuckles ]
Red: So what now?
Arthur: I get rich. You die.
Red: Oh. Well, any time would be good. Like now.
[ Cassandra reaches into her pocket ]
[ Click, ⚡️electricity buzzing⚡️ ] [ 🔥💥 Explosion 💥🔥] [ Man screams ]
[ Red jumps on Cassandra to shield her ] [ Cassandra breathing heavily ] [ Red helps her up ]
Red: You all right?
Cassandra: Raymond!
[ Arthur is only hurt. He gets up – and he has a gun. He points it at Red ]
Arthur: It’s over.
Cassandra: No! No!
Arthur: Goodbye, Mr. Reddington.
Red: Well, hold on. You forgot the fish.
Arthur: What– What fish?
Red: The sailfish. Above the mantle.
[ Arthur looks back at the sailfish. Red stabs him ]
[ Arthur gasps and falls dead ]
[ Red goes over to the window ]
Red: What do you know? It stopped snowing.
[ They kiss ]

 
[ Airplane engine whirring ] [ The sea plane flies in to pick up Red and Cassandra ]

 
[ Red and Cassandra take the caskets to Cynthia Mallet for an assessment of what they are worth ]
[ Cassandra clears throat ]
Cassandra: So?
Red: Cynthia is nothing if not a fan of the dramatic reveal.
Cynthia: I can’t believe it.
Red: I’m not here to test your faith, love. Just to get a number.
[ Cynthia writes down a number on a piece of paper and shows it to them ]
[ Both chuckle ]
Cassandra: That’s a nice number.
Red: This calls for a celebration. In the south of France, perhaps.
Cassandra: Do you mean that?
Red: As you said, I fulfilled my obligation.
Cassandra: Yes. All but one.

 
[ Piano playing Tchaikovsky’s “The Sleeping Beauty” ] [ Agnes dances while Red and Cassandra watch from the wings. Liz and the other task force members are seated in the audience, smiling ] [ Red watches, raptly ]
[ Applause ]
⋘⋙
Liz: You guys!
Cooper: That was a great show. And she was adorable.
Liz: Right? Wasn’t it so cute.
Aram: Oh, my God. The cutest.
Ressler: She may actually be more adorable in tights than me.
[ Agnes runs over and hugs Liz ]
Liz: Hey! Ohh, hi, Agnes.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
⋘⋙
Red: Oh, my God. [ Turns to Cassandra ] Ready?
Cassandra: I am. To say goodbye.
Red: I told you, I’m under no obligation.
Cassandra: I know. But I saw you watching, how you looked. You may have come into her life out of obligation, but you’re staying in it for love.
Red: Cassandra–
Cassandra: Who knew that underneath it all, you’re so sweet?
[ They kiss. Cassandra sighs, then turns and leaves ]
⋘⋙
[ Liz comes up from behind Red ]
Liz: I didn’t think you’d made it.
Red: Watched from the wings.
Liz: And you brought a friend. If you have plans–
Red: I don’t.
Liz: Thank you, by the way, for the intel on the Turkish agents. You know, you were right when you recently told me that, um, it’s been difficult since Tom, but that I have Agnes, and I should be looking forward and not back.
Red: And that you deserve a bigger life.
Liz: [ Sighs ] I agree. I do. But so do you.
Red: [ Sighs ] I don’t know how to do that.
Liz: That makes two of us.
Agnes: [ From a distance ] Mommy, where are you?
Red: You should get back.
Liz: Thanks again for coming. It means a lot.
Red: To me, too.
[ Red begins to walk away ]
Liz: Hey.
[ Red turns to look back ]
Liz: We may not have bigger lives, but we have each other.
[ Red smiles ]

 
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Trivia: About Joely Richardson who plays Cassandra, from IMDb: “For Joely, the theatre must be in her genes. Born in Marylebone, London, England, she is the daughter of director Tony Richardson and Vanessa Redgrave, granddaughter of Sir Michael Redgrave and Rachel Kempson, niece of Lynn Redgrave, and sister of Natasha Richardson, all actors. Former husband Tim Bevan is a producer.” http://imdb.to/39JFsU9

 

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♫ Killing Strangers
By Marilyn Manson

♪ This world doesn’t need no opera
We’re here for the operation
We don’t need a bigger knife (a bigger knife)
Cause we got guns, we got guns, we got guns (we got guns)
We got guns, you better run
(you better run, you better run, you better run)

♪ We’re killing strangers, we’re killing strangers
We’re killing strangers, so we don’t kill the ones that we love
We’re killing strangers, we’re killing strangers
We’re killing strangers, so we don’t kill the ones that we love

♪ We pack demolition, we can’t pack emotion
Dynamite? We just might…
So blow us a kiss, blow us a kiss
Blow us a kiss, we’ll blow you to pieces

♪ We’re killing strangers, we’re killing strangers
We’re killing strangers, so we don’t kill the ones that we love
We’re killing strangers, we’re killing strangers
We’re killing strangers, so we don’t kill the ones that we love

♪ We got guns, we got guns
Mother fuckers better, better, better run
We got guns, we got guns
Mother fuckers better run
[x2]

♪ We’re killing strangers, we’re killing strangers
We’re killing strangers, so we don’t kill the ones that we love
We’re killing strangers, we’re killing strangers
We’re killing strangers, so we don’t kill the ones that we love

♪ You better run
Cause we got guns! Cause we got guns! We got guns!

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