The Blacklist Declassified

Brief (Where we’re at):

Liz Keen continues to operate out of reach of Red and the task force. Acting on Red’s belief that she may have used the services of the “translation service for criminals,” The Wellstone Agency, Aram went undercover and was hired as a translator for the Agency (he speaks eight languages, including Latin and American Sign Language ~ who knew?). Knowing sign language turned out to be helpful as the head of the agency, known as The Colonel, is deaf. Red gained access to The Colonel by telling him he had an FBI “mole” in the Agency (none other than Aram) who was called on to communicate that information from Red to the Colonel in sign language. In exchange for promising The Colonel a new identity and escape, The Colonel gave Red the name of the man Liz had hired the Agency to communicate with: a Bosnian bounty hunter name Adin Markovic. (Red also had his own records erased from the Agency’s files).

Agent Alina Park, who reacts like a Korean version of the Incredible Hulk when triggered, landed in trouble when she went after a loan shark who had burned down the family restaurant of her friend, Melissa Randall, with Melissa there. Melissa died and Park called on the loan shark, Mason Dieterle, ‘just to talk’ but ending up beating him to within an inch of his life. Because she had promised Cooper to not let her emotions get dangerously out of control (again), Park turned to Red for “help.” tbc …

Responding to a call from the mother of Red’s inveterant – and irreverent – master tracker Glen “Jelly Bean” Carter, Red and Dembe learned that Glen had died a couple of weeks earlier of West Nile Virus. [Clark Middleton, the actor who played Glen, had in fact died of West Nile Virus in October 2020]. In addition to inviting Red and Dembe to Glen’s memorial shindig at the Rockville Maryland DMV, Glen’s mother Paula gave Red a letter Glen had left for him asking a couple of small favors. It seems that over the years Glen had explained the extra money and perks he had gotten from Red as being due to Glen’s being the close friend and “muse” of singer-songwriter Huey Lewis. Unfortunately, Huey Lewis knew nothing of this so it was Glen’s “dying wish” that Red track down Huey Lewis and convince him to attend Glen’s memorial and back up the story. Oh, and there was a second “dying wish”: that Red steal Glen’s ashes (unbeknownst to his mother) and scatter them at the feet of “that grande dame” of New York Harbor, The Statue of Liberty. Indeed, all this came to pass, as Red was frustrated, infuriated and foiled by Glen one last time, but in the end found it in himself to offer Glen a heartfelt eulogy in the presense of Dembe and Huey Lewis — and The Statue of Liberty. Rest in Peace, Jelly Bean.

 
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Voiceover: Previously on “The Blacklist”:
[ Flashbacks: ]

[ Rakitin gets into Red’s car and sits down next to him ]
Red: I’m not an errand boy. I won’t be ordered about.
Rakitin: We’d like you to make this go away.
[ Tadashi Ito and Guinevere Claflin from the House Intelligence Committee erase the report containing information on Rakitin ]
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[ In Moscow, Red meets with his “Eastern Friend” ]
Eastern Friend: We know about Keen. What she’s saying. That you’re N-13.
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Red: Elizabeth’s gone, and she’s taken something of mine with her.
[ Members of The Fribourg Confidence crack into Red’s safe deposit box and take out the thumb drive Red got from his Eastern friend, leaving behind a note saying “Elizabeth Keen says Hello” ]
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Cooper: I suppose you also think that she’s responsible for The Freelancer’s release.
Red: There’s always more to the story.
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  Skip Hadley: [ To lawyer Scooter Rovenpor ] Where is he?
  [ Rovenpor opens the door and lets in Alban Veseli (The Freelancer), whose freedom
  Liz had paid Rovenpor to arrange ]
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Red: The work of a man who disguises his killings in the headlines of everyday tragedies.
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Cooper: The arrest that you made earlier. Mason Dieterle.
Park: He burned down my friend’s restaurant.
Cooper: I just got off the phone with the AUSA reviewing the case. He told me that your friend passed away from her injuries. I’m sorry.
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[ Later, Cooper tells Park that Mason Dieterle has disappeared ]
Cooper: You promised me you wouldn’t do anything to Dieterle. I need to know – Did you break that promise?
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  [ Flashback: Park fights with Dieterle ]
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Park: No, sir.

 
[ A research building; Mary Bremmer walks with a Young Scientist toward a door ]
Young Scientist: We’ve been formulating those binary structures you gave us for weeks and – I think we’ve done it. We identified the exact structure of the Novichok agent.
[ They enter a room where several people are waiting, along with a large pig and its handler ] [ Pig snorting ]
Mary Bremmer: Pig, hog, runt, sow, boar. My brother’s mantra. When he was a boy, he collected glass pigs. He knew everything there was to know about them. Which side-group is this?
[ The Young Scientist hands a dropper to the pig’s handler ]
Young Scientist: Ethoxy. It’s more stable. Easier to spread. Harder to detect. And lethal when it contacts the skin.
[ The pig’s handler squeezes two drops onto the pig’s back. The pig collapses ] [ Pig snorting ] [ Pig squealing ]
Young Scientist: This compound is 10 times more potent than VX. If there’s a deadlier nerve agent on Earth, I’m not aware of it.
Mary Bremmer: [ To her Personal Assistant ] Call our buyer in Durres. Tell him the order’s ready and to expect delivery in 48 hours.
[ Squealing stops ]
Bremmer: Pig, hog, runt, sow, boar.

 
[ The kitchen of Red’s restaurant. Dembe walks to the table with a coffee pot. Red is reading an article in a newspaper ]
[ Red chuckles. He points out the article to Dembe ]
Red: The road not taken.
Dembe: Beauty school?
Red: [ Chuckling ] Yes. That young woman’s great passion that her single father just can’t understand. It pushes them apart. But instead of insisting that she understand him, he enrolls in beauty school as well and learns to better understand her.
Dembe: I think you understand Elizabeth. Probably more than you want to.
Red: Well, I’m not her father. Maybe if I were, I’d want to understand her even better. Perhaps she wouldn’t be so determined to kill me.
[ Knock on door ] [ Dembe lets Cooper in ]
Cooper: Morning, Dembe.
Dembe: Good morning. Coffee?
Cooper: Please. Something smells delicious.
Red: Mmm. Meat and potato pie. Dembe brought it back from Sarajevo. You should try a slice. Like all good things, it’s sinfully bad for you.
[ Red gives a serving of the pie to Cooper ]
Cooper: You said you had a case?
Red: Yes. Thanks to Dembe. He brought home more than Bosnian börek.
Dembe: You know that Elizabeth used an interpreter to contract a bounty hunter. I found him in Sarajevo.
Red: An effective chap of ill repute. Naturally, I assumed the hunter’s bounty was me. Unfortunately, I was mistaken.
Cooper: How is not being a target unfortunate?
Red: It’s unfortunate because each time I think Elizabeth won’t go to a darker place, she does.
Cooper: Elizabeth wanted the bounty hunter to kill someone else?
Red: Not kill. Find. Someone she wanted to work with.
Cooper: And why is that so dark?
Red: Because the person she’s working with brokers chemical weapons.
Cooper: I don’t believe that.
Dembe: Her name is Mary Bremmer.
Cooper: I’m not familiar with that name.
Red: Neither was I. The bounty hunter was unable to locate her, but he put together a dossier for Elizabeth. Dembe got a copy of it.
[ Dembe goes to get the dossier ]
Cooper: Why would she do this?
Red: The same reason she worked to get The Freelancer released from prison.
Cooper: You don’t know that she did that.
Red: No. But I know her endgame – To break me and then kill me. I think it’s safe to assume that she’s using The Freelancer and Chemical Mary to accomplish that.
Cooper: You think she’s in business with a mass murderer and a war criminal?
Red: As I said, it’s all – quite unfortunate. On the bright side, I’m going to have a meeting with The Freelancer’s expensive new attorney. Word on the street is that his client’s acquired identity papers, passports, and that he’s back to work.
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[ A group of workmen enter the forward cabin of a large aircraft. Among the workmen is Alban Veseli (The Freelancer) who Liz just had sprung from prison. He gestures to the other workmen in the direction of the cockpit ]
Alban Veseli: [ Speaking French ] I have the flight deck.
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Red: I want to know what he’s doing. So we’ll see what his attorney has to say.
[ Dembe hands Cooper a folder ]
Dembe: The dossier on Bremmer. It’s incomplete, but it should give you a head start.

 
[ Alban Veseli unscrews the cover of a compartment near the cockpit and removes it. He is wearing an earpiece ]
[ Device🔅beeping🔅 ] [ He touches the earpiece ] [ Beep🔅]
Alban Veseli: Not a good time. I’m doing it now.
[ Veseli plugs a thumb drive into a port inside the compartment ]
Veseli: But this is it, Agent Keen. Once your target is eliminated, you and I are even. [ Beep🔅]
[ Veseli replaces the cover of the compartment ]

 
[ Agent Alina Park sits at a workstation in the Post Office war room, reading the obituary of her friend Melissa Randall who died in a fire started by loanshark Mason Dieterle ] [ Telephone ringing in the distance ]

[ Flashback: ]
Park: I think what you’re doing is wrong. You’re only making things worse for Keen by pursuing her.
Red: Agent Park, you can rest assured – I’ve heard it all before. It’s a luxury to stand on the moral high ground and critique those of us on the low ground. A lot of people do exactly that. Until they need my help.
Park: I’ll never ask for your help.

[ Aram walks up behind Park ]
Aram: Mr. Cooper called with a heads-up. We have got a case.
Park: Okay.
[ Aram sees the obituary ]
Aram: Oh. Uh– is that about your friend? I’m so sorry.
Park: Me too.
Aram: It, uh– It sounded like it might have been arson.
Park: Not “might.” It was.
Aram: Are there suspects?
Park: There was, but he disappeared.

[ Flashback: ]
[ Park beats Dieterle to within an inch of his life ]

Aram: Have you talked to Mr. Reddington? I mean, he can find anyone, which, in this case, it might help, right? I mean, if he found the arsonist, you know, justice, scales, balancing, that kind of thing. But then on the downside, you’d be in his debt, and, ohh, that is a record scratch through your favorite song. I mean, can you even imagine?

[ Flashback: ]
[ Red and Dembe are at Dieterle’s apartment. Park sits on a chair. Dieterle is propped upin a corner, his mouth covered with duct tape. He is moving slightly ]
Red: What was it you said earlier?
Park: That I’d never ask for your help.
Red: No, that couldn’t be it. I mean, the irony – It’s crushing.

Park: No. I can’t imagine.
Aram: Of course you can’t because this is, like, horrendous advice, which you are clearly way too smart to take. Anyway – I’m really sorry about your friend.

[ Flashback: ]
Park: Will you help?
Red: You’re asking me to make it all go away. Say it.
Park: Make it go away.
Red: And if I do this, you’re aware I may someday ask for a favor in return? You may come to wish you’d accepted the consequences of your actions here instead.
Park: Are we good? He has a video of me on his phone.
[ She reaches toward Dieterle’s phone ]
Red: Ah, ah, ah! We’ll take care of it. [ Echoing ] Like you were never here.

[ Park closes the page with the obituary ] [ Click ]

 
[ The task force is gathered in the war room of the Post Office ]
Cooper: Reddington refers to her as Chemical Mary. This I.D. is more than 15 years old, but it’s the most recent photo we have.
Aram: What we know is this – Mary Bremmer is a former MIT professor in pathobiological sciences who was fired for ethical misconduct in ’02. Apparently she questioned the appropriateness of a chemical-weapons ban, reasoning that if nuclear weapons are an acceptable deterrent to war, why not sarin gas?
Ressler: There’s always a market for that kind of crazy. I mean, I assume she’s found a way to monetize it.
Aram: Yeah. The CIA thinks so. According to Langley, Bremmer supplied the weaponry for the chlorine car-bomb massacre in the Abu Sayda market. As for the assassination of Kim Jong-nam, Bremmer’s role, if any, is still being investigated.
Cooper: I know. It doesn’t seem possible.
Ressler: Well, because it’s not possible.
Aram: Agent Keen would never work with someone like this.
Park: No, Agent Keen wouldn’t. But she’s not an agent anymore, is she?
Ressler: Yeah, but you don’t know her like we do.
Park: Maybe that’s why I can see what’s really going on.
Cooper: What’s going on is hard. On all of us. But the only way to find out what’s really happening is to find Agent Keen. And right now finding Mary Bremmer is our best hope of doing that.
Aram: Okay. Intel placed Bremmer in the Idlib Province in 2013, supplying sarin to Assad forces. Now, a NATO operation intercepted her convoy. Bremmer’s vehicle was overturned during the attack. Now, the shipment was stopped, but Bremmer escaped and hasn’t been seen since. Bremmer’s entire security detail was killed, except for one man – Ismael Aknoz.
Cooper: At the time, Aknoz refused to give any information on Bremmer, but after eight years of isolation in an F-Type prison in Ankara, maybe he’ll be ready to talk.

 
[ Ankara, Turkey ] [ Guard pounds on the bars of Aknoz’s cell with a mallet ]
Ressler: Ismael Aknoz? FBI. We’d like to talk to you about Mary Bremmer.
Aknoz: [ Speaking Turkish ] Americans. Go home.
[ Aknoz turns his back and pees into a urinal ]
Park: [ To Ressler ] Well. This has been productive.
Ressler: [ To Aknoz ] We know you speak English.
Aknoz: You want Bremmer. So do I. Nothing would give me more happiness than to see her dead.
Ressler: Okay. Great. You help us find her, and we’d be happy to oblige you.
Park: Why do you want to see her dead?
Aknoz: What difference does it make?
[ Urinal flushes ]
Park: You were her partner. In her convoy. Why should we trust you?
Aknoz: It’s her fault I’m here.
Park: Oh, so she forced you to transport chemical weapons?
Aknoz: We did not know they were chemical weapons. She told us we were moving anti-tank missiles.
Ressler: So she lied to you, which is why you’re gonna help us.
Aknoz: Thank you. No. I hate her, yes. But Americans? I hate you more.
Ressler: We knew you spoke English because our boss spoke with the Ministry of Justice. Now, you work with us, and they agreed to move you out of isolation.
Park: We’re offering you a gift. No matter how much you hate us, you should take it.
Aknoz: Your allied forces – They could have stopped us that day. Arrested us, peacefully. Instead, they set up an ambush with an IED and started shooting. Taking the weapons wasn’t enough. They wanted to make an example of us. And to do that– they were willing to slaughter us. Take your “gift” and go.

 
[ Red and Dembe are in lawyer Scooter Rovenpor‘s office. Red is chuckling at a bottle of wine behind glass that’s labeled “In Case of Emergency Break Glass” ]
[ Rovenpor enters ]
Scooter Rovenpor: Who let you in here?!
Red: Your assistant. Lovely fellow. Not very savvy. Probably not best utilized as the gatekeeper. Perhaps better suited to make coffee, chit-chat.
Rovenpor: I know who you are.
Red: Tell me, when you go on a business trip, do you charge by the hour while you’re on the plane? Or in the car to the hotel? Or how about when you’re enjoying the adult entertainment in your room? Is your client paying $1,000 an hour for every hour or minute that you masturbate? My goodness. And the world thinks I’m a criminal.
Rovenpor: What do you want?
Red: For Dick the Butcher to have succeeded — “Henry IV, Part 2,” Act IV, scene II. You’ve heard it. “The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers.” You seem like an appropriately loathsome place to start. Luckily for you, I want to know where Alban Veseli is more than I want to sully my hands or reputation by something so obvious as disposing of you.
Rovenpor: I don’t know where he is.
Red: But you know how to contact him.
Rovenpor: If I do that, how do I know you won’t kill me?
Red: Because you still have a debt to repay. Elizabeth Keen paid you to represent Veseli with money she stole from me. I want it back.
Rovenpor: You want me to give you back my retainer.
Red: Plus interest. There’s the phone. Tell Alban his life is in imminent danger, that you can’t discuss it over the phone, and set a meeting. I think this qualifies as an emergency, wouldn’t you say, Scooter?
[ Red breaks the glass ]

 
[ The Post Office. Aram, Ressler and Park walk together ]
Ressler: Look, I know we’re jet-lagged, so maybe we’re not making ourselves clear. Aknoz was a dead end.
Aram: No, I know he didn’t say anything.
Park: So what part of “dead end” don’t you understand?
Aram: He may not have said anything, but I think he told you a lot.
[ Cooper walks over )
Cooper: You have something?
Aram: I’ve been studying the photos in the dossier that Mr. Reddington gave us.
[ Aram brings up photos on the overhead display ]
Aram: The bodies in the lead Humvee from the convoy – What do they all have in common? Other than being really dead.
Ressler: Well, they’re all burned.
Aram: You said Aknoz was, too.
Ressler: That’s what he told us. He was disfigured.
Cooper: Chemical burns?
Aram: No. I think there may have been an incendiary in the IED. That Humvee burned like a bonfire. And Bremmer only escaped after the explosion. If everyone else was burned, it stands to reason that she was, too.
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[ In front of a mirror, Mary Bremmer applies glue to a prosthetic ear and sticks it on. She applies more glue onto a prosthetic flap that fits over the right side of her face ]
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Park: If so, she couldn’t have gotten far without any medical help.
Aram: Major burns like that will lead to hypovolemic shock without timely medical intervention. It is a life-threatening condition.
Cooper: Any legitimate physician giving her aid would have turned her over to the authorities.
Park: So she found help outside the established medical community.
Ressler: Dirtbag doctors without borders. Sounds like a job for Reddington.
Cooper: Reach out to him, see if he has a medical contact who knows the area.
[ Ressler and Park leave ]

 
Aram: [ To Cooper ] Sir. The flash drive that you gave me? I got it back from my friend at the NSA.
Cooper: Did he figure out the passcode?
Aram: Please.
He’s not– He’s not that much smarter than me. I mean, sure he knows pi out two more places, but should one quinquadragintillion really determine who has to buy the hot wings on bridge night? I don’t think so.
Cooper: So he couldn’t open it?
Aram: Uh, sorry. Not technically, no. He couldn’t read the data, but he was able to use a USB traffic sniffer to see the operation commands which bear the signature of a known hacker. She goes by the name of Rakitin. And when I say, uh, “she,” I don’t mean she’s a woman. I mean, she could be. Or a man. I’m– I’m trying to alternate pronouns instead of defaulting to the generic “he” to represent a man or a woman. Rakitin could be a he or a she. Or a they.
Cooper: This is good. We know who the hacker is, but we still need to find out what he – or she – hacked. And we won’t know that until you crack the passcode.
Aram: Right. I’m on it.
Cooper: Tell your NSA friend he did good work.
Aram: And buy hot wings for the month? Yeah – I don’t think so.

 
[ Red and Dembe climb a stairs to Dr Mickie Grundig’s office ]
Red: And they know to call us right away?
Dembe: Yes. They do. The minute The Freelancer sets foot on U.S. soil, we’ll know.
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Red: [ To the Receptionist ] Good morning! Would you please tell Dr. Grundig that Lloyd Wilke is here?
Receptionist: Uh, do you have an appointment?
Red: Mine is a lifetime appointment.
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[ Red and Dembe are looking at a magazine ] [ Both laughing ]
[ Door opens ]
Red: Ah!
Dr Mickey Grundig: What a pleasant surprise.
Red: Quite the environment you’ve created here, Mickey. I can’t tell if I’m in a waiting room or a gentlemen’s club. My mouth is positively watering for a smokey single-malt and a smooth-draw Tatuaje Fausto.
Dr Grundig: Well, a good first impression is imperative to setting the tone for a satisfied patient experience.
Red: Hah! My goodness. How far you’ve come. You know they used to call Mickey here the Back-Room Butcher? If there was a cash payment involved, he’d operate, no questions asked.
Dr Grundig: Colleen, the break room could use a fresh pot of coffee. You mind?
[ She leaves ]
Red: There wasn’t a medical procedure in the book you wouldn’t perform – Or at least try to. Of course that was after they stripped your license. Cocaine, was it? But you kicked that and saved up enough to buy a brand-new identity from me and look at you now!
Dr Grundig: Raymond. Please. If any of this ever got out–
Red: Well, it doesn’t have to. Listen. I’m looking for a woman named Mary Bremmer. Three years ago, she had a mishap near the Syrian-Turkish border. Suffered terrible burns requiring the kind of discrete medical care you once provided.
Dr Grundig: I don’t know her.
Red: But I suspect you may know the sawbones who treated her.
Dr Grundig: You want me to sell out another doctor?
Red: Well, if it makes you feel any better, the patient trades in chemical weapons. She’s a scourge on the human race. Help me find her, and your past – remains in the past.

 
[ Durres, Albania ]
[ Mary Bremmer stands in a garage with a group of men, one with a semiautomatic rifle ]
Farzin: [ Albanian accent ] I require a demonstration before I commit such significant resources. I hope you don’t mind.
Mary Not at all. I expected as much. If, uh, one of your men would retrieve the briefcase in my trunk?
[ A man named Bujare takes the keys and begins to walk toward the car. Suddenly, he collapses ]
Farzin: Bujare. What is wrong?
[ Bujare shaking, grunting ]
Bremmer: You asked for a demonstration. I’m giving you one.
[ Bujare foams at the mouth, gagging and shaking ]

 
[ The Post Office ]
Aram: Thanks to Mr. Reddington, we got the identity of the physician who treated Mary Bremmer.
Ressler: Yeah, but in Turkey. It’s gonna take us months to obtain a search and seizure there.
Cooper: Given that his records may hold the key to our tracking a purveyor of banned weapons, Main Justice authorized a shortcut by working with Turkish intelligence.
Aram: Hacking his medical records.
[ Photos appear of Mary Bremmer in the hospital after the IED attack ]
Park: So you were right. She was burned in the Humvee.
Aram: Badly enough to require multiple skin grafts as well as personalized prosthetics. Now, these photos were taken within a few days of the incident. But these – [ more photos ]– were taken a year later.
Park: No wonder we couldn’t find her.
Cooper: We ran her current looks through the Interpol database.
Ressler: What did it kick back?
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[ Durres, Albania ]
Mary Bremmer: A single touch or an inhaled droplet disrupts the nerve signals to his muscles, his heart, and lungs. In a matter of seconds, breathing will not be option.
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[ The Post Office. Aram has matched six passports to Mary Bremmer’s current appearance ]
Park: Six nationalities. Six aliases.
Aram: All active, but according to passport-control archives, the last one she used was yesterday. In Paris.
Ressler: [ Reads Bremmer’s alias ] Madeline Toussaint.
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[ Albania ]
Farzin: Remarkable. The delivery system?
Mary Bremmer: One drop on the key fob was all it took. Odorless, invisible. Lasts for days on any hard surface. Or load it into a crop duster and take out a town. It’s up to you. Killing’s never been easier.
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Aram: For the last nine months, Mary Bremmer’s been living as Madeline Toussaint in the Batignolles district of Paris. She has a cover job as a quality engineer at a chemical plant.
Cooper: Contact Interpol. Have them issue a Red Notice for Bremmer’s conditional arrest and extradition based on our charges. Then let’s get a team to Paris.
Aram: I’ll go to Paris.
Cooper: I need your help with that passcode.
Aram: Well, I could look for it in Paris. You know, sidewalk café, pot of coffee, couple’a croissants.
Cooper: I’m on my way to Capitol Hill to ask about Rakitin. I doubt I’ll get much traction until you find out what’s on that drive.
[ Park and Ressler head out ]
Ressler: [ To Aram ] I guess that’s a no on that coffee and croissants.
Park: We’ll say hi to Mona Lisa for you.

 
[ Capitol Hill. Cooper is welcomed by U.S. Representative Russell Friedenberg, Chair of the House Permanent Select Committee on Intelligence ]
Cooper: Thank you for taking the time, Congressman.
Rep Friedenberg: Always happy to make time for the FBI. Though I am surprised there was no heads-up what you wanted to talk about. Please, sit. Take a load off and tell me what is so hush-hush I get an Assistant Director to make a house call.
Cooper: A hacker who goes by the name Rakitin.
Rep Friedenberg: Never heard of him.
Cooper: Excuse me?
Friedenberg: Anything else? Because I got a local Elks Club waiting to take a photo.
Cooper: Congressman. You chair the House Intel Committee. I’ve read your report on Russian cyber intrusion. I know you know who Rakitin is.
Friedenberg: What I know is your title. What I don’t know is what you do because no one would tell me. Yeah, I chair the Intel Committee, but for some reason, I can’t get any intel on you.
Cooper: I run a classified task force.
Friedenberg: That’s interested in Rakitin.
Cooper: Why would that surprise you?
Friedenberg: I doesn’t. It troubles me. Rakitin has friends in high places. I want to make sure I’m not talking to one.
Cooper: I’m sorry. I’m– I’m completely confused.
Friedenberg: Three weeks ago, the hard drive on my committee’s computer was hacked. All the intel we had on Rakitin was destroyed.
Cooper: I had no idea.
Friedenberg: My top staffer on the committee disappeared the day it happened. Vanished into thin air. And she was a patriot. A good person. But someone got to her. And if they got to her, maybe they got to you. Maybe you’re here to see what I know about Rakitin, and if I know too much, maybe you’re gonna want to erase my hard drive.
[ Cooper writes on a slip of paper, which he hands to Representative Friedenberg ]
Cooper: Here’s a name and a number. Call it. Ask about me. If you’re satisfied with what you hear, we can talk more. If not, thank you for your time.
Friedenberg: I’m sure it seems like I’m being overly paranoid.
Cooper: If we do talk, I’d like to hear more about that hack. I have some paranoia of my own about who might have been behind it.

 
[ Red greets a friend in a hotel service area ]
Red: Rogelio. I hear you have news.
Rogelio: A location – and a room number.
Red: [ Reading ] Ah. [ Laughs ] A youth hostel. How unexpectedly romantic. Is there anywhere you don’t have eyes and ears?
Rogelio: I got either a maid, a waiter, a waitress, a busboy, or a bellhop in every corner of the city.
Red: Thank you, my friend. And please give my regards to Carlos.
Rogelio: Unfortunately, he’s been deported– again. And your friend’s tunnel in Calexico has been shut down.
Red: Ah, the goings-on at the border. One side builds, the other shuts down. They hide, they seek, they come, they go. It’s all so – “Tom and Jerry.” Yes, the tunnel is closed, but the submarine is fully operational. And for tracking down Alban Veseli, it will always be at your disposal.

 
[ Red and Dembe walk through the youth hostel ]
Red: I once had a brief dust-up with an Armenian fellow who took umbrage at my acquisition of a pipeline outside Kajaran. I tried to avoid him by hiding out in a hostel.
Dembe: You “tried.” Did he find you?
Red: [ Chuckles ] No. But after three days of communal showers and curdled yogurt, James Taylor wannabes, I couldn’t stand it anymore. So I stole a backpack and a Fodor’s Guide and hiked to Turkey through the Armenian Highlands.
Dembe: The Highlands. Mount Ararat.
Red: Yes. And FYI – no Ark.
[ A young man sits in the hall, softly strumming a guitar ]
Red: Ah. Some things never change.
[ Shower running ]
Dembe: No cameras. No security. Smart place to lay low.
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[ They come to the bunk room where they expected to find Alban Veseli. No one is there ]
Red: Not here.
[ They turn around. Veseli comes out of a room marked “Men’s Showers,” wearing only a towel.
Red: Ah! [ Gun cocks ] Running in a towel never ends well. Put some pants on, and let’s talk.

 
[ Representative Russell Friedenberg’s office ]
Rep Friedenberg: I did as you suggested, Mr. Cooper. Checked up on you with Cynthia Panabaker. A straight arrow if ever there was one. She likes you.
Cooper: Does she, now?
Friedenberg: Well, she said, “He won’t pee on your leg and tell you it’s rainin’.”
Cooper: [ Chuckles ] Sounds like Cynthia.
Friedenberg: You said before that you were looking for information about Rakitin.
Cooper: I’m curious what your committee knows about him.
Friedenberg: Not a hell of a lot, to be honest. We don’t have an I.D. Hell, Rakitin could be an entire hacker group for all we know. But he’s using a series of servers in Volgograd, and he is targeting some of our most carefully guarded secrets.
Cooper: Such as–?
Friedenberg: The identities of CIA assets in Yasenevo – their funding sources, hacks of our own internal threat assessments.
Cooper: What does he do with this intel?
Friedenberg: There are a lot of theories. NSA thinks he’s a black-market profiteer. CIA’s convinced he’s a turncoat.
Cooper: And what do you think?
Friedenberg: Have you ever heard of N-13?
Cooper: Sleeper agent. A Russian asset who vanished during the Cold War and was never proven to exist. It’s a 30-year-old ghost story.
Friedenberg: What if it’s not? What if that asset is here? Not only active and deeply embedded, but maneuvering within our intel community? I don’t know whose trust he might have gained– CIA, Defense Intelligence – God forbid, the FBI. But I think he’s been here a long time. Long enough, he’s become one of us. And he’s using us.
Cooper: You think Rakitin’s feeding active intel to N-13.
Friedenberg: I do.
Cooper: I think I’m the only man on this hill who may believe your ghost story about a Russian spy.
Friedenberg: Go on.
Cooper: We’ve recently intercepted a thumb drive containing sensitive intel we believe was obtained by Rakitin. I suspect he intended to deliver that drive to N-13.
Friedenberg: Why do you say that? Did anything on the drive identify N-13?
Cooper: All I can say is our source believes it was intended for someone on our Most Wanted List.
Friedenberg: Well, whoever your source is, he or she is way off base. I’m telling you– N-13 is buried deep within the U.S. government. That said, I strongly encourage you to follow up on it. Based on what I know of Rakitin, he and N-13 pose an imminent threat to national security.

 
[ Alban Veseli’s bunk room at the youth hostel ]
Red: I must admit I’m surprised you took this contract, Alban. I’d never pretend to call us friends, but we are professional associates.
Alban Veseli: It’s a job.
Red: Unbridled resentment. Is that what this is all about? You somehow blame me for you going to prison.
Veseli: You are why I went to prison.
Red: No. You went to prison because you were caught doing a job I hired you to do. Don’t blame me for your failed cut-and-run.
Veseli: I’ve been in that box for seven years.
Red: And now you’re out. Because of Elizabeth Keen. That is why you’re aligned with her, isn’t it? You bear me resentment for your failure, and now you both want me dead?
Veseli: [ To Dembe ] What’s he so worked up about?
Red: Talk to me about Agent Keen. Tell me where I can find her.
Veseli: No idea.
[ Dembe has found something ]
Dembe: Raymond.
[ Dembe hands a file of papers to Red ]
Red: You just flew in from Paris. What were you doing there? Taking a tour of the Temple de I’Amour? Strolling along the Canal Saint-Martin?
Veseli: What do you think? I was setting up the job.
Red: I have no plans to be in France.
Veseli: So?
Red: So how were you going to carry out your contract? [ To Dembe ] What’s wrong with him? [ To Veseli ] How were you going to kill me?
Veseli: [ Laughs ] The contract’s not on you.
Red: Who were you hired to kill?

 
[ Paris, France ]
[ Ressler and Park talk to two Parisian Police Officers outside an apartment building ]
Ressler: Madeline Toussaint. At least that’s the name she’s using right now. This is the address she gave her current employer.
Female Officer: If she’s here, we’re gonna have to make the provisional arrest. You can file for extradition afterward.
Park: We’re just here for backup.
[ Knocking ] [ Door opens ] [ Conversing in French ]
Female Officer: [ In French ] Where is Madeleine Toussaint?
Personal Assistant: What’s going on?
Female Officer: We have an international warrant for her arrest.
Personal Assistant: Madeleine’s out of the country.
Female Officer: Who are you?
Personal Assistant: I’m her personal assistant. I can call her if you like.
Female Officer: Stand back. We’re coming inside.
[ The Female Officer pushes past the Personal Assistant, followed by the other French Officer. Ressler and Park follow, but stay back ]
Female Officer: How long have you worked for Miss Toussaint?
Personal Assistant: A couple of years?
Ressler: [ English ] Where is she?
Personal Assistant: [ French ] She’s visiting an aunt in Albania, but she’s flying back later today.
Female Officer: [ Translating ] She’s visiting an aunt in Albania. She’ll be back later today.
Personal Assistant: I have Madeleine’s number in my phone. I’ll call her right now and you can talk to her yourself.
[ The Personal Assistant goes over to a small desk, but instead of fetching her phone, she pulls a gun out of the desk ]
Ressler: Gun!
[ The Personal Assistant shoots 💥💥💥 both French Officers ]
[ Ressler and Park return fire 💥💥 ] [ The Personal Assistant falls dead ]
[ Park checks the Male Officer ]
Park: Hang on. We’ll get help.
[ Ressler checks the Female Officer ]
Ressler: She’s dead.

 
[ Red calls Cooper from the youth hostel ]
Red: You know how much I love I told you so, Harold, so I confirmed the fact straight from the source. Elizabeth sprung The Freelancer so she could engage his services.
Cooper: I refuse to believe that. Alban Veseli cloaks assassination in mass murder. I don’t care how far she’s slipped, Agent Keen would never use The Freelancer to kill you.
Red: You’re half-right. She didn’t hire him to kill me. She hired him to kill Chemical Mary.
Cooper: Mary Bremmer. Why?
Red: I’m not sure. I’m hoping a slightly more creative line of questioning will persuade him to reveal his plan. But one thing is clear – It’s already in motion.
Cooper: Ressler’s at Bremmer’s residence in Paris now. She’s apparently flying back from Albania today.
⋘⋙
[ A cab pulls up to an airport in Albania. On the sidewalk a young girl pulling a rolling carry-on bag with a teddy bear perched on it walks with a woman along the sidewalk. The teddy bear falls off of the carry-on ]
⋘⋙
Red: A transcontinental flight filled with innocent passengers?
Cooper: We’re contacting the airlines now.
⋘⋙
[ Mary Bremmer gets out of the cab. She sees the teddy bear and calls to the woman and girl ]
Mary Bremmer: [ Speaking French ] Excuse me! Your teddy bear!
[ Mary Bremmer wipes off the teddy bear and hands it to the girl ]
Mary Bremmer: Are you flying to Paris today?
Young Girl: Yes, Madam.
Mary Bremmer: Me, too.
Young Girl: Merci!
[ Mary Bremmer turns around, grabs her own carry-on and heads toward the airport entrance ]
⋘⋙
Red: Move swiftly, Harold. If Mary Bremmer boards that plane – I’ll bet you nickels to navy beans the only way it comes down is in pieces.

 
[ Paris, France ] [ Ressler drives with Park ]
Cooper: [ On phone from the Post Office ] We got a hit on one of Bremmer’s passports. She’s currently en route to France on Parisian Air.
Ressler: Okay. We’re 10 minutes from Charles de Gaulle. How long before she lands?
Cooper: About a half an hour, but we have to assume that plane won’t land. There are 162 passengers on board, including families. And he’ll kill everyone.
Park: Wait. I thought The Freelancer was going after Reddington.
Cooper: That’s what we all thought.
[ Aram is on a call with the airline ]
Aram: [ To Cooper ] Alright. The airline’s confirming that Bremmer’s on the boarded-passenger manifest.
Park: So Keen’s taking out a chemical arms trader – Air hugs for that – But she’s gonna waste a plane full of passengers in the process?
Cooper: Have the airport authority prepare for contingencies – Rescue units, medics. You know the routine.
Aram: [ On phone to airport tower ] Okay. Thank you. [ To Cooper ] Uh, I’ve got the tower.
Cooper: [ To Ressler and Park ] I’ve got air-traffic control on the line. Call me when you’re on site.
Ressler: Copy that.
[ Beep🔅] [ Call between Cooper and Ressler and Park ends ]

 
[ Cooper is heard over the speaker to Air Traffic Control at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris ]
Cooper: Hello. This is Harold Cooper. I’m the Assistant Director of the FBI calling from Washington, D.C.
Stephan Gervais: Stephan Gervais. ATC Supervisor. What’s going on?
Cooper: We have a credible threat that someone’s trying to bring down Parisian Air flight 2419.
Stephan Gervais: Really? How?
Cooper: Well, we don’t know that yet, Stephan. We need your help figuring it out.
Stephan Gervais: Parisian Air 2-4-1 niner. Are you currently experiencing any problems or equipment malfunctions?
Female Pilot: Negative, Tower. Everything is showing normal at this time.
Gervais: Anything unusual show up in your preflight checklist?
Pilot: Nothing. May I ask why?
Gervais: [ To Pilot ] Switch to discrete frequency 133.6.
[🔅Beeping🔅]
Gervais: What do you want me to tell them? Should they be looking for a bomb?
Cooper: Suspect engages in terrorist activities disguised as accidents. It’s doubtful he’d use explosives.
[ Aram has photos of Veseli on the plane from earlier ]
Aram: [ To Cooper ] Okay, he was physically on that plane. Airport security has footage of him entering the cabin along with the cleaning crew.
Pilot: Tower, is there anything we should be worried about up here? We’ve just begun our descent.
Gervais: Stand by. One moment. [ To Cooper ] They just started their descent.
Aram: [ To Cooper ] The instrument panel.
Cooper: What about it?
Aram: Seven years ago, Veseli derailed a passenger trail by making it hit a curve too fast.
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[ Flashback: ]
[ Passenger train horn blares 🔊 ] [ The train comes speeding down the track. Going too fast to make a turn, it flips on it’s side and ⚡️⚡️screeches⚡️⚡️sparks flying⚡️⚡️ … ]
Man: Clear! Clear out!
[ People near the tracks run to escape from the 🔥flaming train🔥 ]
⋘⋙
Aram: He did that by rigging the two speed-data sources in the control cabin to show the train traveling at a slower speed than its actual rate.
Cooper: [ To Stephan Gervais ] Can your pilots check their controls for signs of tampering?
Stephan Gervais: Parisian Air 2-4-1 niner, it’s possible your flight controls have been physically compromised. Can you take a careful look around?
Pilot: Roger. Stand by, Tower.
[ The Pilot nods to the First Officer who gets up ] [ The young girl with the teddy bear is laughing ] [ The First Officer removes the cover of the instrument panel and sees the thumb drive that Alban Veseli had left there earlier ]
First Officer: There is a thumb drive here.
Pilot: We got something. Someone left a thumb drive inside the Data Loader.
Stephan Gervais: There’s a panel inside the cockpit for software and database updates. Someone left a thumb drive inside.
Aram: [ To Cooper ] Which could be corrupting their instruments or running its own scripts. — Oh, no.
Cooper: You said the plane’s making its approach. Are your tracking systems showing anything unusual?
Stephan Gervais: Our GPS system is based entirely on information transmitted to us from the aircraft. If that plane isn’t where it should be right now, we would not know it from down here.
Aram: [ To the Tower ] Okay, that data stick wasn’t left there by accident. It is a brute-force attack. Take it out! Take it out now!
Stephan Gervais: Parisian Air 2-4-1 niner. Remove the drive from the Data Loader. I repeat! Remove the drive!
Pilot: Copy, Tower. [ Speaks French to the First Officer ]
[ The First Officer pulls out the thumb drive ] [ *Click* ]
[ 🚨Alarm blaring🚨 ]
Computer (Automated voice): Warning. Warning.
[ Passengers screaming ] [ Cabin bell dinging 🔅🔅🔅 ]
Computer (Automated voice): Warning.
Pilot: Autopilot off! Flight directors off.
[ Engines whining ] [ Plane lurching ] [ Passengers screaming ] [ Oxygen masks fall ]
[ 🚨Alarm blaring🚨 ]
[ The First Officer rushes back to his seat ] [ Passengers put their masks on ]
Aram: What’s going on?
Stephan Gervais: [ To Aram ] They’re too low. [ To the cockpit ] Immediate right turn! Heading 2-3-zero! Traffic is directly in front of you!
Pilot: I have control!
[ Another plane approaches at the same altitude ] [ The Pilot makes a sharp right turn ]
[ The two planes narrowly avoid colliding ]
[ Engines winding down ]
[ 🚨Alarm blaring🚨 ] [ Blaring stops ]
Stephan Gervais: [ Sighs ]
Pilot: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m terribly sorry for that sudden shift in altitude. We obviously had an incident, but we are safe and on course and will be landing shortly.
[ Laughter and applause ]
Aram: What’s happening?! Uh, are– are they dying?
Stephan Gervais: No, sir. I believe those are cries of celebration.
Pilot: Tower. Parisian Air 2-4-1 niner. We are clear of the traffic and climbing to 8,000. We will be beginning our approach for landing.

 
[ Charles de Gaulle Airport ] [ Ressler and Park wait as the passengers from the flight disembark and file by. They do not spot Mary Bremmer ]
[ Woman on P.A. speaking French ]
[ Finally, the last person is the Pilot ]
Ressler: Excuse me. A passenger. Mary Bremmer?
Pilot: Oh, that’s it. That’s everyone.
Park: Are you sure?
Pilot: Feel free to take a look, but I checked the cabins personally. There’s no one left on the plane.

 
[ Cooper’s office. Red and Cooper sip Scotch ]
Cooper: Mary Bremmer was not ever on that plane. She made it to the airport, but she was abducted outside the terminal.
Red: What about the passenger manifest? You said it showed her on board.
Cooper: Shortly after Bremmer was taken, an unidentified woman entered the terminal with her passport and ticket, which was slipped into the purse of an unsuspecting passenger at the gate. The unidentified woman then left the terminal, and the passenger boarded the flight as Bremmer.
[ Katie Garfield’s ♫ “It’s a Long Way Down” plays ]
[ ⬇ Go to Full Lyrics ] or [ ♪ Tap square below to play ♪ ]

[ Cooper brings up the surveillance feed of the waiting area. There is a woman with long, wavy dark hair wearing a knit cap ]
Red: This “unidentified woman.” She look familiar to you?
Cooper: These are the best images we could pull, but, yes – we believe it’s Keen.
Red: So, Elizabeth conducted an operatic performance, getting an assassin out of prison, elaborately sabotaging a commercial airliner, only to snatch her target from the jaws of death at the last second?
Cooper: Perhaps she wanted the world to believe Bremmer died in that crash.
Red: [ Sighs ] To what end? I can’t fathom. It’s more likely Elizabeth wanted Bremmer to think she saved her life, which would put Bremmer in Elizabeth’s debt.
Cooper: Whatever they’re working on, we’re gonna make it as difficult as possible. Our people are combing through Bremmer’s flat in Paris and have ID’d a number of associates. Teams are en route as we speak.
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[ Associates of Mary Bremmer are rounded up ] [ Indistinct shouting ]
⋘⋙
Cooper: I still can’t get over the fact that Elizabeth was willing to let The Freelancer crash two planes.
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[ More people are rounded up ] [ Indistinct shouting ]
⋘⋙
Cooper: I was holding out hope for her. We all were. But now? It seems she’s past the point of no return.
⋘⋙
[ The research lab where Mary Bremmer’s team developed the chemical weapons is raided ]
— FBI!
— Turn around! Give me your hands!
⋘⋙

♪ And the flames keep rising ♪

Red: I’ll try to leave the moralizing to you, Harold.

♪ Ash and smoke choke the horizon ♪

Red: In the meantime, perhaps this will ease your pain.
[ Red gives Cooper a piece of paper ]
Red: Tell Donald to pay a visit to this address.
Cooper: What is this?
Red: Your team worked very hard to put The Freelancer behind bars the first time around. I think that’s probably the right place for him.

♪ Caught up in my old lies
It’s a long way down ♪

Red: Thank you for the Scotch.
[ Red leaves ]

♪ It’s a long way down
It’s a long way down ♪

 
[ Ressler and Park raid the address given to Cooper by Red ]
Guitarist: Whoa, whoa. Easy, brah. The man in the hat said the popo would be here.
[ Across from the Guitarist, tied and his mouth duck-taped, sits Alban Veseli (The Freelancer) ]

♪ It’s a long way down ♪

Park: Why does this feel like an empty victory?
Ressler: Because this guy has no idea what Keen’s up to with Chemical Mary.
⋘⋙
[ Mary Bremmer is locked behind a guarded door, banging on it ]
Mary: Open this door right now! I want to see her! Where is she?! The woman! I want to talk to her! Do you hear me?! Ugh! Open this door right now! I want to see her!

 
[ The hotel service area ]
Rogelio: Angela is the one you were asking about. She’s the one who told me that Veseli was at the hostel.
Red: Angela, I can’t thank you enough. I just have one question. I need to know how you came by this valuable information.
Rogelio: [ Speaking Spanish ] It’s alright, Angela. You did nothing wrong.
Angela: It was – a woman.
[ Dembe hold up a photo of Liz ]
Dembe: This woman?
Angela: Ah. I, uh, asked her how she know that I was looking for him. She wouldn’t say.
Red: Gracias.
[ Angela leaves ]
Red: Oh, and your cousin Carlos. I’m told he’s somewhere under the Gulf of Mexico as we speak.
Rogelio: Muchas gracias, Raymond. If there’s anything I can do for you–
Red: You’ve done more than you know. And all to the good.
[ Rogelio leaves ]
⋘⋙
Red: Well, that’s a load off.
Dembe: Elizabeth wanted you to find The Freelancer.
Red: Yeah.
Dembe: Knowing that when we did, we’d work with the FBI to stop him from crashing that plane. So she hires a lawyer to obtain Veseli’s freedom, pays Veseli to crash a plane, uses the threat of that crash to gain Chemical Mary’s trust, gives us intel to keep the plane from going down. Sounds like one of your plans.
Red: It does, doesn’t it? She may not be interested in crashing a plane, but she’s still in business with a war criminal. Tomorrow’s problem. Tonight, we savor the small victory. And we should tell Edward to fuel the jet. We need to pay our friend in Moscow a visit.
[ Keypad dialing ]

 
[ Cooper’s office ]
[ Footsteps approach ]
Aram: Uh, hi. Um, sir, uh, sorry to– It’s, uh, late, and, uh, you’re drinking – alone – Uh, which is– which is, fine. I mean, I can–
Cooper: What is it?
Aram: Good news on the passcode.
Cooper: You cracked it.
Aram: What? Oh, uh, no. Uh, that would be great news, like miraculously great. No. Uh, the good news is I figured out how to crack it. With this.
[ Aram holds up a flat metal device with a short cable ]
Aram: I don’t think Rakitin chose a steel flash drive to protect his software. If I’m right, there’s a capacitive scanner hidden in the flash drive. It is the best security platform in passwordless identification.
Cooper: So there’s no password.
Aram: It’s biometric. And that is where this comes in. Get the print, put it in, and – [ Whistles ] – open sesame. Or, um, you know, some less politically incorrect exclamation.
Cooper: So all I need is a fingerprint.
Aram: Yeah. And that is where the miracle comes in. Figuring out whose print to use.
Cooper: Thank you, Aram. Here’s hoping for a miracle.
[ Aram leaves. Cooper eyes the Scotch glass left on his desk by Red ]

 
[ Moscow, Russia ]
[ A waiter pours a shot of Vodka for Red’s liaison, his “Friend in the East” ]
[ Red arrives ]
[ Conversing in Russian ]
Eastern Friend: Raymond! Sit down. Warm up..
[ The waiter pours Vodka for Red ]
Red: Thank you.
[ A toast ]
Red: To health. [✨Clink✨]
Eastern Friend: Thank you for coming. We have much to discuss.
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[ Cooper picks up Red’s used Scotch glass with a plastic glove. There is a clear print on the glass ]
⋘⋙
Eastern Friend: I am told Rakitin is in play.
Red: My safe deposit box was compromised.
⋘⋙
[ Cooper uses a piece of tape to lift the print from the glass ]
⋘⋙
Eastern Friend: The flash drive I entrusted you with?
Red: I’m still looking for it.
Eastern Friend: No doubt we have Elizabeth Keen to thank for it going missing.
Red: My position in regard to her has not changed.
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[ Cooper lays the tape with the print on the biometric reader Aram gave him ]
⋘⋙
Eastern Friend: I understand. She is untouchable. But you must understand – Harold Cooper is not.
⋘⋙
[ Red’s print satisfies the security needed to open the files on the thumb drive. Russian language text scrolls across Cooper’s laptop screen ]
Cooper: Will miracles never cease?
⋘⋙
Eastern Friend: If he gains access to the Rakitin files, you’ll have to eliminate him.
Red: I understand.

 
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