The Blacklist Declassified

Brief (Where we’re at):

Harold Cooper and his wife Charlene agreed to allow Red to meet with Agnes, who Liz left in their care, as long as the visits are supervised, so Red got to meet her for the first time since Liz’s death two years ago. Agnes, now eleven, remembers Red from the day before Liz’s death when Red and Agnes sailed miniature sailboats in Central Park (and had fruit pops). It was the same day that Liz agreed to Red’s plan for her to kill him in order to establish herself in the criminal world so she could credibly take over his empire. But the plan went awry. Liz could not bring herself to shoot Red. As she hesitated, Liz herself was shot by Elias Vandyke, a devoted henchman of Neville Townsend, who had been killed by Red (incinerated in a bunker in Latvia). Agnes now has long brown hair like Liz, seems clever and pleasant, and bears a striking facial resemblance to Red, which would be consistent with the notion that Red is her grandparent, as was hinted in Episode 8:22 Nachalo (Russian for “The Beginning”). Agnes even remembers that she gave Red the nickname of “Pinkie.”

Dembe has emerged as a foil for Red’s criminal plans, in an effort to 1) prove he is now loyal to the FBI, and/or 2) save Red’s soul. After Red and the task force in parallel efforts foiled a plot to blow up a church by a group of religious extremists conned by Red’s former mentor Robert Vesco (Blacklister #9), long wanted by the FBI. Dembe guessed that Red would try to help Vesco escape because Vesco had conned Red out of $50M in gold in the eponymous Episode 6:13 and Red would hold onto him until he could collect the money. But Dembe showed up in Red’s plane and arrested Vesco, much to the Red and Vesco’s surprise and dismay.

Aram’s startup company landed an angel investor, but Aram decided to stay with the FBI and had his partner buy him out. Ressler cheated on his drug test and it came back as a “diluted negative” (from being neutralized with eye drops that he snuck into the bathroom stall). So he’ll have to take it again under “closer supervision.” Park, whose mother was a heroin addict, figured out what Ressler was up to and has given him an ultimatum to “clean up” or risk having her tell Cooper about his drug use.

 
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Adam McHenry: [ On phone ] Trip, please tell me this is the last time we’re gonna hear from that pissant. I can’t waste any more time in court bickering about patent law or intellectual infringement.
Trip: Listen, as soon as the star witness took an unscheduled vacation, Freeson’s case was dead in the water.
McHenry: Well, that’s the best justice money can buy.
Trip: You are now in sole control of Genocyte. It’s time for you to celebrate!
McHenry: Oh. I’m way ahead of you, esquire.
[ Beep🔅]

♪ I hardly ever sleep
Still a dream chaser
Remember it was small
Now the team major– ♪

[ McHenry notices a screw lying on the floor in front of a vent. As he reaches for it, vapor begins pouring out of a vent ]
[ Whirring ] [ Hissing ]
McHenry: [ Coughing ]
[ McHenry collapses. The last things he sees sees is a black boot by his face and a man standing above him wearing a gas mask ]

♪ Yeah They threw me in the mix
Now I’m the game changer
One false move– ♪
[ Music slowing ]
[ Music fades ]

 
[ Adam McHenry sits in a chair. A middle-aged woman stands before him. She speaks in Italian-accented English. She goes by the name “Michael” ]
Michael: There’s a special place in hell for people like you, the rich and powerful who play with others’ lives just because you can. The world thinks that you’re in your castle celebrating, but you’re not. In fact, you’re haunted.
[ A man, Gabriel, men holds up a prompt card reading: “My name is Adam McHenry. And this is my confession” ]
Michael: Read these.
Adam McHenry: No.

[ Gabriel holds a gun to McHenry’s temple ]
Michael: [ Chuckles ] I understand. You’re used to giving orders, not taking them, feeling empowered, so I-I give you some power. You choose to read these, or we kill you.
[ The recording session proceeds ] [ Beep🔅]
McHenry: [ Reading prompt cards ] My name is Adam McHenry. And this is my confession. I’m a liar and a thief. ••• And to my best friend, Andrew Freeson, I’m so sorry.
Michael: You did well.
[ Beep🔅]
Michael: Just one more thing. You have a date with gravity, I’m afraid.
[ Gabriel grabs McHenry, holding a knife to his throat ]
McHenry: Wait. No. I read what you wanted. You said that you wouldn’t kill me!
Michael: Yes. Right. What I meant was people will not think that I killed you. They will hear your confession and think that you killed yourself.
McHenry: No. Wait! Please!
Michael: Like I said, you’re haunted!
McHenry: No! No! Please! Wai–
[ Gabriel drags McHenry onto a balcony, high above the street ] [ 🔊Horns 🔊 drown out ⚡️‼️Scream ‼️⚡️ ]

 
[ Harold Cooper wakes up in his car. Disoriented, he looks around. His service weapon lies on the floor. He picks it up ]
[ Cell phone buzzing »»» »»» ] [ The caller is “Nick’s Pizza” i.e. Red ]

 
[ Cooper’s kitchen ]
Charlene Cooper: A parking garage? You woke up in a parking garage?
Cooper: Near Dupont Circle. I can’t remember how I got there.
Charlene: You said you were going to a retirement party.
Cooper: Yeah, for Jim Ritter over at Justice.
Charlene: Right.
Cooper: I had one drink, maybe two.
Charlene: Honey, you don’t sleep in the car after one or two drinks.
Cooper: Maybe it was more. I can’t remember.
Charlene: Harold, you scared the hell out of me.
Cooper: If it makes you feel any better, I scared the hell out of myself.
Charlene: Not hearing from you, not knowing where you were. I waited by the phone all night.
And then when the phone did ring, it was from my friend Beth, and the way she sounded–
She asked me if I had heard what had happened, and I thought she was talking about you.
Cooper: I’m sorry I scared you.
Charlene: [ Sighs ]
[ They hug ]
Cooper: I’m fine.
Charlene: I know. And it means everything. Honey, there’s something else.
Cooper: Yeah. Beth said something happened. Who was she talking about?
Charlene: Doug Koster.

[ Flashback: (Episode 3:8 Kings of the Highway)
Cooper: What are you doing with a key to our neighbor’s cabin?
Charlene: [ Exhales sharply ] It happened before you got sick. We were in such a different place. You were working all the time. I was lonely.

Charlene: Beth kept in touch with him.
Cooper: What happened to him?
Charlene: He was shot and killed last night.
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[ Later, Cooper sits alone in the kitchen. He removes the ammunition clip from his pistol. One bullet has been expended ]
Cooper: Where in the hell–

 
[ A vintage metal-sided camper trailer is parked in the woods ]
[ Inside, Mierce Xiu serves a drink to Red’s accountant, Heddie Hawkins ]
Heddie: How do you like the place?
Mierce: It’s– It’s nice.
Red: It’s our own little hideaway in the woods, just like at home.
Mierce: Like at home. But not home.
Red: No, not even close. But thank you for finding it for us, Heddie.
Heddie: Mmm! This is delicious. What is it?
Mierce: A maté infusion, from the yerba maté plant.
Red: We grow them in our garden.
[ Red puts his arm around Mierce ]
Red: Mierce has two green thumbs and an extraordinary knowledge of everything that’s good for you, and everything else that isn’t, including people. Speaking of, tell me about the operations we still have running with Oleg Nikovich.
Heddie: Oh, he’s provided us with contacts to move minerals out of Afghanistan, for which he’s been well paid. We moved $100 million worth last year, taking 19% off the top.
Red: So not exactly an arrangement we want to upend.
Heddie: Not if you like making 19% of $100 million. Why do you ask?
Red: Because Oleg has always been a loyal partner and friend, and yet, I need to take something off his hands.
Heddie: That’s $19 million annually. Don’t piss him off, Raymond.
Red: I don’t intend to, but what I need is locked away in that monstrosity of a penthouse he keeps as a tax shelter. The man’s there one week out of the year at most. He’ll never even know it’s gone.
Heddie: Where’s the building?
Red: A toothpick of a place on 57th Street in Manhattan. You should call Rogelio. He’ll know the super.
[ Dembe enters ]
Heddie: Ah! Dembe. [ Laughs ] Not seeing you, I was beginning to wonder.
Red: Thank you for coming, Heddie.
Heddie: Oh, uh, I’m gonna take this to go.
Mierce: It’s fine. Take the gourd.
Red: Let me know what Rogelio says. [ To Dembe ] Please, sit. Would you like anything to drink?
Dembe: No. Thank you.
Red: [ Pause ] Well, this is uncomfortable.
Dembe: Because I arrested Vesco?
Red: Vesco was a disappointment. Brasilia was a tragedy.
Dembe: We should talk about it.
Red: Your burns, are they healing?
Dembe: They are. I never thanked you for coming back after I was injured.
Red: I came back for Agnes.
Dembe: You came back for me. You stayed for Agnes.
Red: I have a case.
Dembe: So we’re not going to talk about Brasilia.
Red: Two tech partners have a falling-out. One accuses the other of stealing his intellectual property. He sues. He loses. [ Pushes newspaper to Dembe ] And what does the winner do? Mr. McHenry goes home and performs a reverse pike off of his balcony.
Dembe: After filming a suicide note admitting his guilt.
Red: Mm. I hear rumors that the suicide note and Mr. McHenry’s untimely demise were the work of the Avenging Angel.
Dembe: Michael. From Amsterdam.
Red: Bruges. Her insistent effort to restore wartime plunder to its rightful owners, among her other avid pursuits, is often nasty business.
Dembe: Which I recall you agreed with.
Red: [ Pause ] What the hell happened to us?

 
[ The Post Office war room ] [ Dembe briefs the task force ]
Ressler: Michael? As in the archangel? The one that God sent to fight the devil?
Dembe: A job she does with an almost heavenly zeal, stealing from those who have stolen, returning what was unjustly taken.
Park: Sounds angelic to me.
Dembe: According to Raymond, she rights these wrongs through murder, extortion, random acts of violence.
[ Aram pulls up case files and clippings ]
Aram: When a Japanese court acquitted executives of responsibility for the nuclear meltdown in Fukushima, she committed a ransomware attack, extracting millions for displaced victims. Over the course of a decade, she committed so many acts of terror against a small Florida town that local officials eventually agreed to her demands and gave back land to the descendants of Black families who had been run off their property in the 1920s.
Ressler: And yesterday, she murders the CEO of Genocyte and makes it look likes a guilt-ridden suicide.
Dembe: Complete with a taped confession.
[ Keyboard clacking ] [ Aram pulls up video from McHenry’s tape ]

McHenry: I leave my shares of Genocyte to the person they rightfully belong to – Andrew Freeson. Please forgive me, Andy.

Park: Does Reddington have any idea who her next target is?
Dembe: He doesn’t know her target, whether she acts alone, or is a hired gun.
Cooper: [ Via video link ] If someone did hire her to kill Adam McHenry, chances are it’s the man who thinks McHenry made a fortune after stealing his I.P.
Dembe: Andrew Freeson sued for his fair share and lost. Now McHenry’s dead and Freeson owns the company.
Cooper: I think that merits a sit-down. Park, Dembe, bring him in.
Ressler: It’s all right. I’ll go with her.
[ Ressler and Park walk off ]
Aram: Are you coming in today, sir?
Cooper: Should be. I just have to check on a friend of Charlene’s.
[ Beep🔅]

 
[ Police radio chatter ] [ Cooper is parked utside Doug Koster’s house. A body in a body bag is rolled out on a gurney ]
[ An officer raps ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ on Cooper’s side window. Cooper rolls it down ]
Detective Marcus Heber: Detective Heber, Homicide. May I ask why you’re stopped here?
Cooper: Just wanted to see what all the commotion was about.
Heber: It’s a crime scene, sir. Not a roadside attraction.
Cooper: Right. I’m leaving.
[ Engine starts ] [ Cooper drives off ]
Heber: [ Sniffs ]
[ Heber takes a photo of Cooper’s license plate ] [ Camera shutter clicks ¤ ]

 
Ressler: You were right, this job does keep me on the straight and narrow.
Park: Telling me I’m right isn’t the reason you bumped Dembe off the assignment. What am I missing?
Ressler: My second drug test is later today, and if I don’t pass, even if I come up inconclusive, I’m out. And because I came up inconclusive the last time, well, this time, they’re coming into the stall with me.
Park: That’s cozy.
Ressler: Look, the point is, I need a clean sample, and I’m not sure I have one to give. But, uh, you do.
Park: Yeah, and I’m not giving it to you. I can’t believe you’re asking me to help cheat the test.
Ressler: Look, I’m not using. I’m just not sure if I’ve been off long enough. You know I need this job, and this is the only way that I can keep it.
Park: The answer’s no.
Ressler: If you don’t do this, I’m off the task force. I’m out of the Bureau.
Park: If I do it and we’re caught, then we’re both out.
[ They get into the yellow freight elevator ]
Ressler: You know what? Forget it.
Park: It’s not a risk I’m willing to take.
Ressler: I said forget it, all right? It’s my problem. I never should have tried to make it yours. Really. It’s– It’s all good.

 
[ Park and Ressler interrogate Andrew Freeson ]
Ressler: So you and McHenry were partners?
Andrew Freeson: Yes. We founded Genocyte in my parents’ garage. He was my oldest friend.
Park: Who you accused of making a fortune by stealing your intellectual property.
Freeson: You asked how well I knew him, not what I thought of him.
Park: What did you think of him?
Freeson: That he was a liar and a cheat.

 
[ Cooper steps off the yellow elevator ]
Cooper: [ On phone ] ADA Morehouse’s office, please. Bill. Harold. A homicide report should be filed later today on a Doug Koster. I need you to send me a copy. My eyes only. ⋘⋙ I owe you, pal.
[ Cooper walks over to the war room ]
Cooper: What have I missed?
Dembe: They’re in with Freeson.
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Park: Do you think he was suicidal?
Andrew Freeson: No.
Ressler: Do you think he was murdered?
Freeson: I don’t know what to think, or feel. I’m just numb.
Ressler: Well, you’re also very rich now.
Park: McHenry taped a confession. He admitted to cheating you and gave you his share of the company.
Freeson: A confession? That’s the first I’m hearing of that.
Ressler: Well, you spent years in court trying to get what you say you deserved. Now, you lost, but now – McHenry winds up dead and you get everything after all.
Freeson: Are you suggesting I had something to do with his death? That I killed my best friend?
Park: You mean the liar and the cheat?
Freeson: Sure, that’s who he was, but he was also my oldest friend.
Ressler: Where were you last night?
Freeson: I had lost in court, so I was at home, drinking, blogging my troubles. I work in tech, okay? Screaming into that void is the only thing that helps. Wait. Do you really think I was at Adam’s place killing him?
Ressler: Were you?
Freeson: This conversation’s over. I want my lawyer.

 
Aram: Okay, so, Freeson said that thing about blogging, so I looked up his online footprint, and the guy’s got profiles everywhere. And then– And then I found this. This is Thread-Net. It’s an online discussion platform sort of like Reddit, and it looks like Freeson found a deep subcategory and vented about the court case, McHenry, his betrayal.
Cooper: A category about what?
Aram: It is a prayer group. It’s people pouring out their pain and problems for divine intervention. And the profile that is hosting this thread? [ Keyboard clacking ] AvengingAngel1317.
Cooper: She’s answering prayers. That’s how she’s picking her crimes.
Aram: It’s kind of perfect, actually. Host an anonymous worldwide platform and let the injustices roll in.
Cooper: We have her profile. We run it down. We find our angel.
[ Cooper begins to walk away ]
Aram: Oh, uh, sir? Is everything okay with Charlene’s friend?
Cooper: At the moment, it’s a mystery.
Aram: Uh, is there anything I can do?
Cooper: No. Thanks. I’m doing everything I can to figure out what happened.

 
[ The Superintendent of the Park Avenue building where Oleg Nikovich owns an apartment ]
[ Elevator bell dings✨ ]
Superintendent: One click will get you in. Return the gizmo on your way out.
Red: I can’t thank you enough, Felix.
Superintendent: Thank Rogelio. He helped get my daughter into Princeton this fall.
Red: How wonderful for her! Go, Tigers! Easy in, easy out. And there’s excellent pastrami right around the corner.
[ Beeping 🔅 ] [ Door opens. Red enters with Heddie and Weecha ] [ A party is in progress ] [ Dance music thumping ] [ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Oleg Nikovich’s son Alexei recognizes Red and greets him ]
Alexei Nikovich: Raymond? How is it, bro?
Red: Alexei! What a surprise! I was stopping by to see if your father was in town.
Alexei: Ah, he’s not, but come on in. I’m having a little get-together. Vodka’s cold, and the girls are hot.
Red: What do you have that’s room temperature?
Alexei: [ Chuckles ]

 
[ An office at the Post Office ]
Ressler: Hey. Aram ran down that angel profile. Log-ins from different routers in a dozen countries. Aram and Dembe are gonna take the local half. The out-of-towners are ours.
Park: Top drawer. Open it.
[ Ressler opens the drawer. Inside is a urine sample provided by Park ]
Park: Freeson was betrayed by McHenry. He was hurt by him, but in the end, he loved him.
[ Drawer closes ]
Ressler: Thank you.
Park: I hope it works, ’cause I’m not as nice as Freeson. Screw this up, and I won’t sue you– I’ll kill you.
[ Park leaves. Ressler sits down and places a call ]
[ Keypad speed-dialing ✵✵✵ ✵✵✵✵ ]
Ressler: Got the clean sample you’re looking for. Look. You ready to work your magic? All right. Name your time and place.

 
[ Dembe and Aram walk up to a house ]
Dembe: You read that online prayer group?
Aram: A bunch of it, yeah.
Dembe: What were they posting on there?
Aram: Tragedy, grief, confession. Our blacklister waded through a lot of anguish to find her needles in the haystack.
[ Knocking ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ]
Dembe: She takes advantage of people searching for peace.
[ Knocking ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ]
Neighbor: Hey! Any chance you’re city inspectors?
Aram: No. We’re FBI. Why do you ask?
Neighbor: Because I’ve been calling.
Aram: Calling about what?
Neighbor: This house. It’s been empty for two years. Last few months, all I hear day and night, noise like you wouldn’t believe.
Dembe: Seen anyone today?
Neighbor: No. But someone’s squatting.
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[ Aram and Dembe enter, weapons drawn. Dembe finds a room with a decorative artwork of large colorful angel wings on the wall ]
Dembe: In here. She was here recently. This is her staging area.
[ The place is cluttered. There is a wall covered with photos, newspaper clippings, typed pages ]

 
[ A large chauffeured black car driving billionaire Derek Huntley turns onto a street with a traffic stop marked with flares.
Huntley: What the hell?
People dressed as workmen signal for the car to stop. Another car pulls directly in front of it ]
[⚡️Tires screech⚡️]
Huntley: Oh, my God!
[ The “workmen” pull guns and shoot the driver and escort, leaving Huntley alive. Michael and Gabriel get out of the other car.
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[ At the house that has been serving as Michael’s staging area ]
Dembe: Aram, take a look at this.
Aram: What’d you find?
[ Dembe shows Aram a box containing a hospital identification band ]
Dembe: A link to the past. Rosary beads.
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[ The men force Huntley into a car trunk ]
Huntley: [ Grunts ]
Michael: Don’t have a heart attack, not until I give you one.

 
[ Derek Huntley is cuffed behind his back and sitting in a chair ]
Michael: [ Italian accent ] William Green. Name ring any bells?
[ Michael opens Huntley’s shirt to show a heart surgery scar ]
Huntley: What are you doing?
Michael: Hmm? William Green. Anything?
Huntley: I’ve never heard of him.
Michael: I didn’t think so. But in a few hours, trust me, he’ll be unforgettable.

 
[ The Post Office ] [ The artwork of the angel wings is displayed above ]
Aram: It’s kind of beautiful.
Dembe: The heart of an artist.
Park: And the mind of a killer. What did you track down?
Aram: Okay, so, I ran the hospital bracelet that we found on-site. No baby name, but the year was ’83. Sant’Agata Hospital, outside Rome. The mother was a Michaela Bellucci. No father’s name listed.
Park: Michaela to Michael. Pretty close if this is our angel.
Dembe: Is this a hospital photo?
Aram: No. So, Dembe also found a rosary at the scene, and the cross was inscribed with the name of a local convent right near that hospital. The convent was listed as Michaela’s place of residence at the time of the birth.
Park: Don’t tell me our Avenging Angel is a former nun.
Aram: It’s deeper than that. Turns out, Michaela was a young, unwed mother, practically a deadly sin to some back then. Her parents all but disowned her. The convent took in hundreds of similar cases like this at that time. There have been investigations into places like this all over Europe. She would have been kept like a prisoner for the length of her pregnancy, and when she finally gave birth, she would have been forced to give the baby up for adoption.
Park: They took her baby.
Aram: And now our angel steals back for those who have had precious things stolen.
Park: While carrying around a hospital bracelet and an old rosary. She never let go of her past.
Aram: Michaela Bellucci barely has a past. She disappears off all public records shortly after the birth.
[ Cooper walks over ]
Cooper: Do you have an update?
Dembe: We have Michael’s real name. I’ll send out a BOLO.
Cooper: MPD is sending evidence collected from that house you found. When it arrives, I want it picked clean.
[ The group disperses, but Aram calls out to Cooper. He hands Cooper an envelope ]
Aram: Sir. From the DA’s office via Hoover. Your eyes only.
Cooper: It’s the information on Charlene’s friend.
Aram: Are you sure there’s nothing I can do?
Cooper: I’ll handle it on my own for now. If I need anything, I’ll let you know.

 
[ Cooper’s office ] [ Cooper plugs in a drive ] [ Beeping 🔅🔅🔅 ]
[ It’s the case report on Doug Koster. Cooper pulls up the ballistics report. It indicates the gun that fired the bullet is not on file ]

 
[ The apartment on Park Avenue ]
[ Dance music thumping ] [ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Red and Heddie sit on a couch. Alexei Nikovich walks over with two shots of vodka ]
Alexei: Za zdorovie!
Red: Cin-cin.
[ Red and Alexei drink ]
Red: [ Sighs ] Mmm. Oh. So are you living here now, Alexei? Or is this just an impromptu get-together?
Alexei: I’m just crashing here for a few weeks.
Red: If I remember correctly, you have quite a place. W-Where is it? Uh, Dalmatian Coast, Croatia, or–
Alexei: Eh, I had to sell that property. An unforeseen cash-flow problem.
Red: “Cash flow”?
Alexei: Yeah, it’s nothing. I was betting oil futures. It was stupid. I just need time to get back on my feet.
Red: Shame to sell the villa, though. There’s nothing that retains its value like a good piece of real estate– Or a good piece of art.
Alexei: What the hell do I know about art, huh?
Red: [ Laughter ] Well, I mean, take that painting, for example. Your father’s had it for years. It’s a perfect representation of the style. Clean lines, geometric use of the space. What an investment. That’s someone’s retirement hanging on that wall.
Alexei: How much we talking?
Red: Oh, my goodness. Look, I could have a row of buyers lined up by lunch. You could name a price.
[ Red gets up to admire the painting ]
Red: Beautiful. Eh. But you’d never. It means too much to your father.
Alexei: But he’s– He’s never here. He can’t love it that much. These, uh– These buyers– What could you get from them?
Red: Oh, please. I can’t put a price on perfection.
Alexei: Pretend like you can.
Red: [ Sighs ] I mean, I’d be guessing, but I think I know a collector who’d offer $500,000 just to get your attention.
Heddie: That would help with some cash flow.
Red: It would. [ Chuckles ] But, you know, it’s Alexei’s call.
Alexei: Think I could try for a million?

 
[ Elevator bell dings ]
Heddie: Is that painting really worth $1 million?
Red: This?
[ Red is carrying the painting ]
Heddie: Yeah.
Red: Oleg stole this off the wall of a Four Seasons in Maui. But it makes for lovely camouflage. Dembe and I were in Bruges a while back. We heard rumors of an Avenging Angel, someone dedicated to putting her thumb on the scales of injustice.
[ Red pries a second painting from the back of the first ]
Red: She was on the hunt for this.
Heddie: [ Gasps ]
Red: Van Gogh’s “The Painter on the Road to Tarascon.” 🔘 [See Note] Stolen from its rightful owner by the Nazis and thought to have been incinerated when the Allies bombed Magdeburg.
Heddie: And how did you know Nikovich had it?
Red: He showed it to me years ago. Oleg’s always very proud of his newest shiny toy. He hid it for obvious reasons and lost interest. But I never did.
Heddie: And now you’re gonna use it as bait to catch the Avenging Angel.
Red: That’s my job, yes. Yours is to contact the rightful owner.
Heddie: Is he still alive?
Red: His daughter is. She’s the lead singer in a death-metal band.
Heddie: How old is she?
Red: Mm, 90-something.

 
[ Ressler meets with a sports medicine doctor named Dr Francis ]
Ressler: Okay, no. No way.
Dr. Francis: The collector’s gonna be standing with you, watching.
Ressler: Yeah, I’m aware, but–
Dr. Francis: The only way you’re gonna pee out clean urine is if I put clean urine in you, and the only way I can do that is by running the sample you brought from this catheter through your penis into your bladder.
Ressler: Is that even possible?
Dr. Francis: I spent a decade as a team doctor for pro athletes. Believe me, when you’re playing for your next contract, anything’s possible. Those guys want it so badly, they’re willing to do anything. Are you?
Ressler: [ Sighs ]

 
[ The Post Office ]
Aram: We’ve gone through the evidence files we got from MPD, and these three men were in multiple surveillance photos.
Cooper: That’s Derek Huntley.
Park: Should I know who that is?
Aram: 72nd-richest American. One of the many sad facts I know from my time hunting for an angel investor.
Dembe: And the others?
Aram: The second is Walter Conrad, an administrator at St. Damian’s Hospital. And the third is a local steelworker named William Green. No idea what they have in common.
Park: Except that our archangel was watching all three.
Cooper: Bring them all in for questioning.
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Ressler: Hey. Sorry I was late. I had personal issues to deal with.
Cooper: A lot of that going around.

 
[ A sack is pulled from the head of Walter Conrad, the administrator at St. Damian’s Hospital. Next to him is sitting Derek Huntley, the billionaire. Next to him sits William Green ]
William Green: What do you want? Why am I here?
Michael: Mr. Conrad, would you care to enlighten our guest of honor? [ She refers to Derek Huntley ] No? Mr. Conrad is what we call in Italian, pulisci il culo, an asswipe. Huntley is the person who gets wiped. And you [ To Green ] are the refuse, the human garbage they flush away every day.
Huntley: I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Green: Makes two of us.
Michael: Well, then, allow me to shed some light on things.
[ Michael slides back doors to reveal a surgical suite ]

 
[ A parking garage ] [ Cooper sits in his car, fingering his firearm ]

[ Flashback: (Episode 3:8 Kings of the Highway) ]
Charlene: I mean, how many times do I have to tell you? It wasn’t about sex.
Cooper: If it wasn’t about the sex, then why’d you have sex? Why not invite him to join your book club?
Charlene: Because I hate my book club, and the only reason I joined that book club is because you were never home. Doug was just, you know, uh, company.

[ Vehicle approaches ]
[ Cooper’s friend Lew Sloan pulls up and rolls down his window ]
Lew: Coop. Yo, Coop.
Cooper: Lew. Thanks for coming.
Lew: What’s with the cloak and dagger?
Cooper: I need you to run a ballistics test for me.
Lew: Okay. And why can’t you do that?
Cooper: Because the test is for my service weapon. I woke up this morning, and there was a round missing. I think my weapon was recently fired.
Lew: Well, if you think a round’s been fired and it’s your gun, shouldn’t you know?
Cooper: Ballistics, Lew. Can you do it?
Lew: How much trouble are you in?
Cooper: I don’t know. That’s what I’m trusting you to find out.

 
[ The Post Office ]
Aram: Sir, the three men from the photos, Huntley, Green, and Conrad, they are all missing.
Dembe: Huntley was ambushed in traffic. The security detail was gunned down in broad daylight.
Aram: Conrad lived alone, but we brought in Green’s wife to see what she knows.
Cooper: Coordinate with MPD. If they have any leads, I want to know about it. I’ll be in my office.

 
[ Surgeons prepare for surgery ]
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Michael: You took something that does not belong to you, something that rightfully belongs to Mr. Green.
Huntley: You’re crazy. I’ve never met this man before.
Michael: Mm. But you’ve met Mr. Conrad. He’s here to explain to Mr. Green what you stole and how you used your power and influence to steal it.
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[ William Green’s wife, Janelle, is being questioned ]
Janelle Green: William went to the pharmacy. It’s around the corner. When he didn’t come back in an hour, I went, and I was told he never showed up.
Park: Do you know who this woman is?
[ Park slides a photo of Michaela Bellucci (“Michael”) ]
Janelle: No. Who is she? Why would she want to do something to my husband?
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Michael: [ To William Green ] I don’t want to do something to you. I want to give something to you.
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Ressler: Why was your husband going to the pharmacy?
Janelle Green: He had a pacemaker installed. He was going to pick up his heart meds, blood thinners. He can’t survive without them. He has congestive heart failure.
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Michael: [ To William Green ] I want to give you a heart, specifically his heart.
Derek Huntley: Come on. You can’t do that.
William Green: I don’t want you to hurt him.
Michael: Why not? He didn’t care that he hurt you. Mr. Conrad, if you will. How did you do it?
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Janelle Green: My husband worked for a steel company for 20 years. When his heart got bad, they helped him get on the national transplant list.
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Walter Conrad: When an organ becomes available, it’s first offered to people near the donor’s hospital, based on their placement on a wait list.
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Janelle Green: It took almost a year, but e-eventually, William got to the top of the list.
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Michael: And in this case, the hospital was St. Damian’s. Is that your hospital?
Walter Conrad: Yes.
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Janelle: We were so excited. The next heart was going to be his.
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Michael: William Green lives in the donation radius of St. Damian’s. Derek Huntley lives on the other side of the state. Can you explain that?
Huntley: There are thousands of people on donor lists all across the country. I’m sorry that this man did not get a heart, but that is not my fault.
Michael: But it is his fault, wasn’t it?
Conrad: Derek offered to fully pay for our new pediatric wing if I could ensure the first heart available was his.
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Ressler: So if your husband was on the top of the list, why didn’t he receive a transplant?
Janelle: He was at the top. He’s not anymore.
Ressler: Why not?
Janelle: He failed a test. A-A blood test. They were pretty vague about it. After that, William kept getting bumped down the list.
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Michael: So Mr. Huntley bribed his way to the front of the line, effectively sentencing Mr. Green to death.
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Janelle: He doesn’t have much time. [ Voice breaking ] I just wanted the last couple months– I want him to be at peace. And now I don’t understand why this happened. Why would someone want to do this to him?
Park: One more thing, Mrs. Green. Have you ever posted on any discussion groups online, maybe a prayer group, asking for your husband to find a new heart?
Janelle: How did you know that?
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Derek Huntley: I didn’t do anything to this man. I did something for myself. That’s the way the world works.
Michael: I know. That’s why I’m so busy. [ To the guards ] Shall we?
[ Two guards grab Huntley by the armpits ]
Huntley: Wait. Wait. Wait.

 
Cooper: You’re guessing.
Ressler: Yeah, but it’s an educated guess.
Park: Look at the facts. Two months ago, William Green was number one on the donor list for a new heart. He’s near a hospital. He’s ready to go. But suddenly, he gets a series of disqualifying test results that bump him down the list. Around the same time, a new pediatric wing at St. Damian’s is named in honor of Derek Huntley.
[ Elevator clangs open ]
Cooper: It’s time for your drug test.
Ressler: If you need me, it can wait.
Cooper: What we need is you to be reinstated. Good luck.
Ressler: Thank you.

 
[ Monitor beeping 🔅🔅🔅 ]
Huntley: You can’t do this!
Michael: Why not? You behave like you’re heartless. Now you will be.
[ Huntley resists as he is forced onto a surgical cot and his face is covered with an anesthesia mask ]
Huntley: [ Grunting ]

 
[ Cooper’s office ]
Park: You’re right. It was a guess. So I contacted the hospital. A week after Green was disqualified, Huntley got a new heart, while Mr. Green got a pacemaker and six months to live.
Cooper: Did Huntley get the heart Green should have gotten?
Park: All that matters is that Michael thinks so.
Dembe: Which means she’ll want to give it back to Green by taking it from Huntley.
Cooper: If that is what she’s doing, do you have any idea where she’s doing it?
Park: Not yet.
Aram: If Mr. Green has a pacemaker, though, it may be Bluetooth compatible for sending diagnostics remotely to his doctors.
Cooper: Find out as fast as you can.

 
[ Michael exits the surgical suite. Gabriel holds up his phone showing the Van Gogh painting ]
Gabriel: You won’t believe this. The trail that went cold in Bruges? It just got warm.
Michael: Who sent this?
Gabriel: A fence in Baltimore. Jericho.
Michael: After all these years.
Gabriel: He has a well-heeled client list. We need to act quickly.
Michael: Whatever the asking price, double it.
Gabriel: I know what to do about the painting. What about the owner?
Michael: Tell Mr. Jericho the price comes on one condition. I want a sit-down with the owner to find out what he knows about the provenance of the painting. For his sake, I hope it’s not much.

 
Ressler: You need to see my birthday suit? I just had it tailored.
Health Services Coordinator: That won’t be necessary. Arms up, palms toward me.
Ressler: [ Grunts ] Is that necessary?
Coordinator: Just following protocol. First test is inconclusive, we don’t take any chances on number two.
[ He hands Ressler a collection jar and peers into the open stall ]
Coordinator: No pressure, but I got a 4:15 with the Joint Chiefs.

 
[ Red waits with Weecha as wooden door opens and Heddie enter with an elderly woman, Ada Rosenberg.🔘 [See Note] ]
Red: Hello, Ada. Welcome. Hope you had a comfortable trip.
Ada Rosenberg: Oh, yes. Heddie was a dear.
Red: I hear you’re on tour.
Ada: I am. Dialysis permitting. I have a show tonight, but this nice lady says you have a-a pleasant surprise for me. At my age, most surprises aren’t, so here I am.
Red: [ Chuckles ] So, please, come sit.
[ Weecha offers help but Ada declines ]
Ada: Oh, no, no, no, no, no. It’s all right. It’s okay. I can manage. I am old, not, uh–
[ As soon as she is seated, Ada sees Van Gogh’s “The Painter on the Road to Tarascon” on an easel in front of her chair. She rises and stares ]
Ada: ⋘⋙ [ Emotionally ] They took it– On a Thursday. On Friday, they took the rest of us. I only survived because they heard me sing. I am alive – Because I sang for the people who killed my family. However did you find it?
Red: In the case of history repeating itself, I stole it.
Ada: Hm!
Red: From the current owner’s apartment.
Ada: [ Chuckles ]
Red: I realize it’s no recompense, but maybe after all these years, it’s– Sentimental reparation.
Ada: Who are you?
Red: [ Chuckling ] Oh, that’s– That’s a longer story–
[ Cell phone rings✨]
Red: –Which I’ll tell you right after this. Excuse me. Jericho. Yes, double the price is good. Wanting to meet me is even better. Twenty minutes. All I need is an address. Yes. [ Phone beeps🔅 ] I’m terribly sorry, Ada, but something unavoidable has come up.
Ada: So it’s really mine to keep?
Red: It was always yours. It’s just been in the wrong hands for the past 81 years.
[ Cell phone rings✨]
Red: Ah. This constant ringing. I feel like Quasimodo.
Ada: [ Chuckles ]
Red: Harold. I was going to call you. Perfect timing.
Cooper: It’s not perfect for Derek Huntley. Apparently, he cut in line for a transplant and got the heart that was supposed to go to someone else. Our angel is about to balance the scales, which means she’ll murder Huntley, and we don’t know where.
Red: Derek Huntley the billionaire?
Cooper: I think you’re missing the point.
Red: Good talk, Harold. [ Beep🔅]
Cooper: Reddington, are you–
[ Aram enters ]
Aram: Sir, the pacemaker has Bluetooth.
Cooper: Is it still active?
Aram: No, but the last known GPS ping came from the warehouse district north of the city.
Cooper: It’s a pretty big district.
Aram: And we were right about the transplant surgery.
Cooper: How do you know?
Aram: The same way I know they’re in the warehouse on 14th and Roosevelt. It is the only one that had surgical equipment delivered to it in the past month.
Cooper: Relay that to the tac team. Have them standing by.

 
[ Outside the surgical suite ] [ Clock ticking ]
[ Weecha and Red enter ]
Gabriel: Hi. Let’s see what you got.
[ He and another guard frisk Red and Weecha, taking their weapons ]
Gabriel: [ To Weecha ] Aren’t you a little spitfire.
Red: I think you’re forgetting something.
Gabriel: What’s that?
Red: Her hands.
[ Weecha expertly takes down the men ] [ Men grunting ]
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[ Grunting heard in distance ] [ Monitor beeping 🔅🔅🔅 ] [ Red enters ]
Red: Knife down. Back up.
Michael: This is none of your concern. You’re here about the painting.
Red: I have the painting, yes, but that’s not why I’m here. I’m here about this particular game of hearts you’re playing, and it’s your turn to discard.
Michael: You don’t know what you’re talking about. If you knew what you were talking about, you would not call this a game.
Red: A psychopathology, then. My guess would be that you had something important taken from you. More important than anything else. So now you right wrongs and avenge others who’ve had something taken from them.
Michael: If you know that’s what I’m doing, why would you stop it?
Red: Order. Harmony. Balancing the scales. So good is rewarded and evil is punished. Most of us want that. I know I certainly do. And if that’s what you were doing here, I wouldn’t interrupt.
Michael: Do you know who this man is? Do you know what Huntley did to this man?
Red: Yes, and it’s abhorrent. But I also know what else he’s done.
Michael: He as much as murdered this man.
Red: Perhaps. But he also paid for a pediatric clinic that’s in the business of saving children’s lives. He’s contributed to research that has eliminated certain deadly childhood diseases that have afflicted poor children around the world.
Michael: That man is no saint.
Red: No, he’s not. He’s a sinner. But you think that’s all he is. In your binary world, that’s all you see, so when you do your math, the answer you come to is that he deserves to die. My math is different.
Michael: You and everyone else, taking the side of the rich over the poor.
Red: That’s not what I’m doing.
Michael: That is exactly what you are doing. By stopping this, William Green will die. The decent, honest steelworker will be sacrificed for the rapacious hedge-fund manager.
Red: Who said anything about letting him die? What’s his blood type?
Surgeon: O-negative.
Michael: He needs a heart.
Red: And he’s going to get one. Just not Huntley’s.
[ He takes a gun from Weecha ]
Red: What’s your blood type?
Michael: O-negative.
Red: [ Chuckles ] Boy, that’s lucky. And you’re about the same size. Not perfect, but this is how my math works out.
[ Red points his gun at Michael’s head ] [ Gun cocks ]
Michael: There is an avenging angel for all of us. This will not keep you from yours.
Red: I certainly hope not.
[ Gunshot 💥 ]

 
[ 🚨 Sirens wailing 🚨]
[ Agents raid the Avenging Angel’s suite ] [ Dembe finds the surgical suite ]
Dembe: Get on the comms and tell Cooper.
Park: Tell him what?
Dembe: That Mr. Green is alive and breathing with a new heart. But for Michael, we were too late.
[ Monitor beeping 🔅🔅🔅 ]

 
[ Cooper’s office ]
Cooper: The Blacklister is dead. Her heart transplanted to William Green, but I suspect you know all of this.
Red: [ On phone ] Sometimes even an avenging angel needs an avenging angel.
Cooper: You found the Blacklister on your own and killed her. Why bring us the case at all?
Red: If you’re asking if I had an angle to play, I didn’t. Until you told me about Derek Huntley.
Cooper: How did that change the equation?
Red: It gave me the opportunity to make a powerful acquaintance. In my experience, you can’t have too many of those in your debt.
Cooper: What’s the difference between what you do and what Michael did? She fancied herself judge, jury and executioner. How are you any different?
Red: Oh, my goodness. We couldn’t be more different. She judged people based on their worst day, by the most terrible sin they committed.
Cooper: Shouldn’t we be judged by that?
Red: I don’t think so. If that were the standard, we’d all be found wanting.
Cooper: Then by what standard should we be judged, if not by the worst day of our life?
Red: By every other day. We all have the devil in us, Harold, but the best of us have angels, too. [ Red’s phone beeps🔅]
⋘⋙
[ Cooper’s phone beeps🔅]
[ Aram enters ]
Aram: Sir. From a Special Agent Sloan.
Cooper: Thank you.
Aram: Uh, sir. You know, whatever you need, uh, you know I’m here for you.

 
[ Death metal music playing ] [ Red and Heddie are seated. Ada walks over ]
Ada: You made it.
Heddie: Are you kidding? I love death metal. I’m a total Cadaver Rising groupie.
Red: [ Chuckles ] I must say, I’m something of a virgin. Excited but a bit apprehensive.
Ada: I do it to reach young people so they will never forget. My voice kept me alive. Now I use it to remind the world that good triumphs over evil. What can I say? Apres moi le deluge.
[ Ada appears onstage ] [ Applause ] [ Drumsticks tapping ]

[ Spoken word: ]
Skies alive with fire.
There was a holocaust!

I survived.
So many did not.

 
William Green: It was, uh, horrifying.
Janelle: Right now all I care about is that you’re here and you’re going to be fine.

 
[ Park enters Ressler’s office ]
Park: So?
[ Paper crinkling ]
Ressler: Alina.
Park: Did I pass?
Ressler: No. No, you didn’t.
Park: What are you talking about?
Ressler: The drug test came back negative. I’ve been reinstated, but, um–
Park: But what?
Ressler: The hormonal levels in my readings, they were irregular. That sometimes happens when someone has abnormal tissues or tumors. The results indicate that–
[ Ressler gives Park the results ]
Park: [ Reading ] “You may have cancer.”
Ressler: Yeah, but since they actually tested you and not me–
Park: I’m the one who’s sick.

 
[ Cooper sits in his car. He opens the ballistics report. It shows a match between his gun and the bullet that killed Doug Koster, Charlene’s former lover ]
[ Cell phone ringing✨] [ Beep🔅]
Cooper: Hey.
Charlene: Honey, it’s late. What time you coming home?
Cooper: Soon. I’ll be home soon.
Charlene: I’m sorry about this morning. Doug Koster’s a name from the past. Nothing more. I was just caught off guard about what happened.
Cooper: You don’t owe me an apology. It was a shock. For both of us.
Charlene: Did you hear anything? I mean, about the case? Do you have any idea what happened?
Cooper: They don’t, but I do.
[ Cooper is parked outside the Metropolitan Police Department ]

 
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