The Blacklist Declassified

Brief (Where we’re at):

Red faces a critical turning point: what to do about Dembe. Now an FBI agent, Dembe called in a helicopter of Red’s in order to save the life of Agent Alina Park after she was zapped by a directed energy weapon used by Benjamin Okara (Blacklister #183). Dembe believed only Red’s air resources were closeby enough, but he and Red had made an agreement that Dembe’s leaving Red’s employ and joining the FBI would only work if their “two worlds” were never allowed to touch. But then, after roundly upbraiding Dembe over crossing that line, Red was confronted with the choice of crossing it himself when he discovered that the man who had commandeered his airfields in his absense, Jovan Lovic, had discovered Dembe was now with the FBI and had ordered a hit on him. Ignoring Weecha’s advice (Weecha Xiu is his new bodyguard), Red intervened and killed the hitman. In return for saving Dembe’s life, Red asked a favor in return: for Dembe to kill Jovan Lovic who was now certain to try to kill Red. Dembe knew this was forbidden by the FBI and refused. So Weecha killed Lovic instead. Losing Dembe’s allegiance even after saving his life left Red distraught, with only the love of his spiritual guide and apparent paramour Mierce Xiu to succor him.

Alina Park is recovering in a hospital from the effects of the directed energy attack (like that which causes Havana syndrome), meaning it is no longer possible to hide from her husband Peter the fact that she is not training recruits at Quantico but is once again working in the field with the Reddington task force. Worse, the directed energy attack caused her to lose her pregnancy, a pregnancy neither she nor Peter had been aware of. She had thought she had cancer because she had provided the urine sample Ressler used to cheat on his drug test to get reinstated in the FBI. The results came back (to Ressler) negative for drugs but indicating “You may have cancer” because of elevated HCG (Human Chorianic Gonadotropin) which can mean cancer in males but for females, it indicates pregnancy. So Peter went from elated to devastated in a moment, learning his wife had been pregnant and no longer was. And all because of being injured working at a job they had agreed she wouldn’t return to.

Cooper lied to the Metro PD detective who came to ask him about the murder of Doug Koster, a neighbor who had an affair with Cooper’s wife Charlene years earlier. Cooper told the detective that at the time of the murder he was home with his wife. He wasn’t. He had gone to a retirement party. The next thing he knew it was morning and he was waking up in his car. Worse, he found that a single bullet was missing from the clip in his service weapon. He asked a friend, Lew Sloan, to run a ballistics test on the gun. The test showed Cooper’s gun had fired the bullet that killed Koster. Cooper shared all ofthis with Charlene. He asked her to back up his alibi while he waits for the results from another test to see if he had been drugged. Whether she did or not remains unclear.

 
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[ Randall Beasley is in a psychotherapy session with Dr Roberta Sand ]
Randall Beasley: [ Clears throat ] I’ve lost the will. Performing at my level, there’s absolutely no room for error. It’s just a lot of pressure, you know? Too much.
Dr Roberta Sand: We’ve talked about the adverse ways that pressure has manifested in your life, but we’ve also discovered helpful ways. Remember, behind every shadow, there is a light. Your next performance is this afternoon?
Beasley: Oh, my God. I-I don’t think I can.
Dr Sand: Randall, look at me. Randall. The time has come for you to tell yourself a different story. Embrace the shadow, and you will find the light. Now, close your eyes and visualize.

[ Flashforward: ]
[ A small crowd of people are gathered for a political rally ] [ A banner says “Welcome Congressman” ] [ Indistinct conversations ] [ A string ensemble warms up ]

Beasley: [ Exhales ]
[ The string ensemble plays ♫ “Brahms String Quartet No. 1” ]
[ ⏺ No Lyrics ] or [ ♪ Tap square below to play ♪ ]

Dr Sand: You’re on the way to the venue. You feel the music. Take a moment and let it center you. It reminds you that you, too, are a virtuoso. And, as you have 100 times before, you take out your instrument – and find the light.

[ Flashforward: ]
[ On a rooftop, Beasley assembles a long range sniper rifle with a large scope, long barrel and a silencer. He mounts the rifle on a stand and aims into the far-away crowd ] [ Gunshot 💥 ]
[ A woman falls to the pavement, shot in the chest. Her open eyes stare blankly ]
[ People gasping ]

 
[ Cooper’s dining room at home ]
[ Cooper’s work friend Lew Sloan sits at the table while Cooper paces. Both are dressed for work ]
Cooper: They know.
Lew Sloan: Heber’s just covering his ass.
[ Marcus Heber is the Metropolitan Police detective investigating the murder of the Cooper’s former neighbor Doug Koster ]
Cooper: Charlene vouched for me. She lied to give me an alibi. Clearly, he doesn’t believe her.
Lew: You’re a cop. Heber’s a cop. Alright, he just doesn’t wanna seem like he’s playing favorites. That’s all this is. He doesn’t suspect you.
Cooper: He will when the ballistics come back. Or haven’t you been listening? Heber was here an hour ago, with a warrant to test my service weapon. When he does, he’s gonna know it was my gun that was used to kill Doug Koster.
Lew: Harold, it’s going to be fine.
Cooper: My wife had an affair with Koster. Day after he’s killed, Heber sees me at the crime scene. My gun’s the murder weapon. In what world does that add up to “fine”?
[ Elizabeth Keen’s 11 year old daughter, who is being cared for by the Coopers since Liz’s death, is heard ]
Agnes’s voice: [ From another room ] Is Pinky still coming over?
[ “Pinky” is Agnes’s nickname for Red ]
Cooper: He sure is.
Lew: Alright, look, I should get going. We’ll talk later. Stop worrying.
[ Lew leaves ] [ Agnes walks in ]
Cooper: Well, hello, you. But when Pinky comes over, we’re gonna have to talk for a couple minutes, then he’s all yours.
Agnes: What’re you gonna talk about?
Cooper: That’s the thing about Pinky. He always keeps you guessing.

 
[ Red plops a newspaper down on the dining room table in front of Cooper and points to an article ]
Red: I assume this is on your radar.
Cooper: It is. Everyone’s looking for the congressman’s would-be assassin.
Red: Mm. Naturally. But everyone is wrong. The congressman wasn’t the target. The victim was. Mary Parrot.
Cooper: An assassin’s bullet narrowly misses a controversial politician because it was actually aimed at a beloved philanthropist?
Red: Her philanthropy was beloved. Her zeal for historical preservation – not so much. She single-handedly spiked dozens of construction projects that she believed would blight her fair city, denying powerful people fortunes large and even larger, including Vito DeCanio.
Cooper: You think the DeCanio Crime Syndicate had Mary Parrot killed?
Red: I do.
Cooper: So you’re putting them on the Blacklist. Criminals we already know exist.
Red: What you know about the DeCanios is that they were weak, and now they’re strong. What you don’t know is why – or who is responsible for their dramatic resurgence.
Cooper: It’s not the old man?
Red: His therapist, actually. Dr Roberta Sand. Everyone in the organization sees her. Vito’s orders.
Cooper: A therapist. To the mob. Who makes the mob more effective.
Red: Self-actualized.
Cooper: The shrink helps them fully realize their potential as criminals.
Red: Listen, I’m a criminal, and however realized I may be is due in large part to shrinks and shamans, rabbis and monks. They hold me together like a psychological bandage, without which my sufferings would be – insufferable.
Cooper: You told me that if you came back, names would be taken, a price would be paid. But you didn’t tell me what names or why.
Red: I don’t know the names, and without them, I don’t know the why.
[ Agnes walks in ]
Agnes: Are you done talking yet?
Cooper: We are. Which means it’s time for me to get to the office and for you two to have fun. Mooms is upstairs. If you or Pinky get hungry, she can make you something.
[ Cooper kisses Agnes on the forehead and leaves ]

 
Red: [ Chuckles ] Oh, now. What’s that? I’ll play anything but gin again. At least until I read up on it a little. You’re too good, and I was hopeless.
Agnes: It’s not gin. It’s a memory game. Matching U.S. states and their capitals.
Red: [ Chuckles ] Oh, my. Okay. Let’s do it. I’m ready. Although, I don’t think I’ll fare any better than I did in gin.
Agnes: Well, at least this time, you have an excuse.
Red: What? I’m fine. My memory is fine. Sort of. I’m older, not ancient.
Agnes: Well, I didn’t mean that. I mean you won’t know the capitals because you’re not from here. I wouldn’t know the capitals of Russia. Okay. Here’s how you play.

 
[ The Post Office. ]
Cooper: Vito DeCanio was a relic of the past. A lion in winter. Until, according to Reddington, he hired a therapist who goes by Dr Roberta Sand. He’s convinced the DeCanio family’s recent rise is her doing.
Dembe: That won’t last long. A witness is in federal custody who’s going to testify tomorrow that DeCanio himself ordered three separate hits on his rivals.
Aram: I’ve been to therapy since I was 10. I’ve never heard of a shrink who tries to help people get worse.
Dembe: 10.
Aram: I was, um, having a hard time with differential calculus.
Dembe: You learned calculus at 10?
Aram: Well, I learned it at 8. I taught it at 10. Or, uh, tried to. My parents just couldn’t grasp the concepts. It was an incredibly frustrating time for everyone.
Cooper: I’m not sure I believe a therapist should be held responsible for DeCanio’s upswing, but according to Reddington, DeCanio thinks she is. That makes her very valuable to us.
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[ Three young mobsters are sitting with Dr Roberta Sand ]
Dr Sand: Vito tells me he has a project for you. He says it requires teamwork and cooperation. But he says you’d rather piss on each other and say that it’s raining. So, any thoughts?
Mikey: [ Belches loudly, intentionally ]
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Aram: Do we know anything about her?
Cooper: Nothing. No photos, no prints, and a search on her alias went nowhere.
Dembe: If we have no leads, where should we start?
Cooper: Mary Parrot. Reddington says she isn’t the unfortunate victim of a bullet meant for a politician. He says that she was a preservationist who sidetracked a number of lucrative developments DeCanio stood to benefit from.
Dembe: So, he had her killed.
Cooper: Maybe. And maybe her killer was under the good doctor’s care. Find him, and maybe we find her.
[ Elevator door bangs. Agent Alina Park’s husband, Peter Simpson, steps out ]
Cooper: Park asked if he could come.
Dembe: How’re they doing?
Cooper: Not great. She thought him seeing where she works might help.
Dembe: You want me to bring him to her?
Cooper: No, I’ll do it. We’re a little short-handed since Ressler’s taking a personal day. You two stay focused on finding Mary Parrot’s killer.

 
[ On the landing overlooking the war room, Park is lying down on a bench. Peter walks up the metal staircase ]
Park: Hey. I’m glad you’re here.
Peter: Are the episodes getting any better?
Park: If by better, you mean it feels like I’m being stabbed in the eyes with a fork instead of a knife, then sure. The quiet helps. And caffeine. Anyway, uh, it’s all passed now. Come on. Lemme give you a tour.
Peter: I don’t need a tour. [ Sighs ] You wanting me to come is enough.
Park: What I do is secret. That I do it shouldn’t be. Not from you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.
Peter: I’ve been reading medical journals, researching everything I can to find out what happened.
Park: Whether we lost the baby because of my job, the directed-energy weapon – I know you want to know the reason. I’m sorry you don’t. Man, I just keep saying sorry, don’t I?
Peter: It’s fine. I mean, if I’m being honest, you kind of have a lot to apologize for. But so do I. I don’t want to believe I married someone who can hide everything, but I think I did, and that’s what I’m sorriest about – that I married someone I just don’t know – if I know.

 
[ Park joins Aram and Dembe in the war room ]
Park: Hey. Cooper updated me while you were at the crime scene. Find anything?
Aram: Okay, so, NYPD is nowhere on the shooter. Was it a passerby, someone in a vehicle, a building? They don’t know.
Dembe: So, we read the eyewitness statements and M.E. reports. From that, we got this.
[ Photos from the area around the crime scene are projected ]
Aram: Alright, the victim was here. Now, based on the entry wound, the shooter was somewhere to the east.
Dembe: NYPD canvassed the most likely building based on the assumed trajectory, which would put the shooter on this rooftop.
Aram: Only they didn’t find the shooter or any evidence of him. So, I think the shooter was here. Same angle, just farther back. He fires, the bullet goes over the rooftop of the lower building, across the street, and between the flagpoles and obstructions, and into the victim.
Park: That building isn’t further back. It’s, like, in another county. Who can make a shot like that?
Dembe: I could.
Park: I’ll pull CCTV footage from around that building at the time of the shooting, see if we can ID anyone.

 
Red: Vermont.
Agnes: Montpelier.
Red: Kentucky.
Agnes: Frankfort.
Red: [ Chuckles ] Carson City.
Agnes: Nevada.
Red: Okay, maybe I am ancient.
Agnes: [ Laughing ] Well, I told you, you have an excuse.
Red: Yes, thank goodness.
Agnes: When did you stop being Russian?
Red: [ Laughing ] That’s a funny question. How did you know I was Russian?
Agnes: My mother told me. She told me everything I would ever need to know about you.
Red: She must’ve said a lot.
Agnes: She did. But at the end of it, she said all I needed to remember was that Raymond Reddington was the most important person in her life, besides me, and she was glad that I had met you, and she wished that we could meet again.
Red: I am really glad we did.
[ Agnes reaches across the table and takes Red’s hand ]
Agnes: She said you liked to hold hands.
Red: [ Pause ] I’m starved. You want to go see if Mooms wants to eat with us?
Agnes: Okay.

 
Dr Sand: Dino, I need you to focus. We can’t do this work without you.
[ All the mobsters speak with a New Jersey accent ]
Mikey: Yeah, it’d be nice if he worked on something.
Dino DeCanio: [ Scoffs ] I’m the brains of the operation, and everybody knows it.
Johnny: [ Laughs ] Last I checked, you couldn’t tell a socket wrench from your elbow.
Dino: Yeah, maybe that’s ’cause I don’t have to. ‘Cause I’m not a drudge, like you.
Mikey: You think you’re better than us?
Dino: I know I’m better than you.
Mikey: Say that again!
Dr Sand: Gentlemen, gentlemen. I have a question for the three of you. What are you getting out of all this anger?
Mikey: He’s gonna get his nose broken. Ha.
Dr Sand: And then what? I mean, you have a big project coming up that requires teamwork. Do you think punching him in the face is gonna make that happen?
Dino: No. It’s definitely not.
Dr Sand: Exactly. Now, everyone has a path in life, and the path you’re on, well, most people would say that it’s the wrong one, but what a man can be, he must be. So, to be clear, I’m not here to tell you to stop being angry or to judge you. No. My goal is to help you stop judging yourselves and each other.

 
[ The Post Office ]
Park: This is the roof from which the sniper shot and killed Mary Parrot, and only three minutes after the murder, who walks out the building, but everyone’s favorite noir stereotype, Mr Instrument Case.
Aram: Now, we have no ID on the sniper, but on the plus side, we happen to have a sniper on the payroll.
Dembe: Shooting from that distance is extremely difficult and takes a great deal of practice.
Aram: And when he says “from that distance,” he means anywhere from 500 yards to, say, I don’t know, Kansas?
Dembe: Of the gun ranges in that area, there’s only one with lanes longer than 300 yards.
Park: And guess who’s a member in good standing.

 
[ A shooting range ] [ 💥💥 Gunshots 💥💥💥 💥 💥 ]
[ A woman, Jean, recognizes Dembe, who has come with Park ]
Jean: As I live and breathe. It is good to see you.
Dembe: Hey, Jean. This is my friend Stacey. [ Referring to Park ]
Jean: Nice to meet you. So, you gonna tell me what’s going on? About a week back, Red comes out here with this little, itty-bitty Latinx-er, acting like she’s the new you.
Dembe: And I appreciate your concern, but I’m fine. Raymond and I – we had a good run.
Jean: So, what’re you doing for an encore, then?
Dembe: I joined the FBI.
Jean: [ Laughs ]
Park: I hired him, for a job that needs a pro’s pro.
Dembe: Given what’s required, I’m told we should be asking for this man.
[ Dembe shows Jean a surveillance photo ]
Jean: Hmm. Beasley. He’s a hell of a shot.
Dembe: Any chance you have his address?

 
[ Park and Dembe arrive at the residence of Randall Beasley. They discover the yard is booby-trapped ]
[ 🚨Alarm wailing🚨 ]
Dembe: Get down!
[ Dembe: and Park duck behind an old rusted car ]
[ 💥💥💥 Gunfight 💥💥💥 ] [ Dembe puts the rearview mirror from the car on roof of the car to reflect the blinding sunlight. Beasley shoots the device, smashing it ]
Beasley: Got you.
[ Gunshot 💥] [ He hits Dembe’s shoe ] [ Dembe crawls through the car ]
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[ Dembe comes up behind Beasley from inside, shoeless, and puts his gun to the back of Beasley’s head ]
Dembe: Randall Beasley. You’re under arrest.

 
[ Red and Weecha quietly enter Red’s “weird little apartment,” lined with bookcases and old photos. Red snaps on a pair of vinyl gloves ]
Weecha: I don’t understand. I thought you were having such a fun time with Agnes.
[ Red goes to a bookshelf and pulls out a book. He flips through the pages until he finds the letter he had given to Dembe to give to Liz after his death ]
Weecha: What is that?
Red: A piece of the past.

[ Flashback: ]
Red: The answers are here, in a letter she wrote to you.
Liz: Why do you have a letter my mother wrote to me?
Red: For when the time was right, to let you know the truth.

[ Red slices open the envelope and takes out the letter, which he puts back in the book. He replaces the book on the shelf. He carefully places the envelope in a plastic zipper bag and seals it ]
Weecha: What are you gonna do with it?
Red: Cvetko is meeting us at the jet. I’m hoping he can tell me about its more recent history.
Weecha: Like what?
Red: I hate to think.

 
[ The Post Office ]
Park: We’ve gone through everything we found at Beasley’s house. Cache of weapons, letters from his mom who thinks he’s a PE teacher, and this.
[ Park slides an open appointment book for Aram and Dembe to see ]
Aram: 11 appointments just this month for dog grooming.
Cooper: So, he’s a dog person.
Park: That’s the thing – there’s no evidence he had one. And if that is not curious enough, each appointment is scheduled to take place at a different address. Well, intersections, actually.
Dembe: Second Avenue and 16th Street on Tuesday the 30th, then Friday the 3rd on 63rd and Central Park West.
Park: None of which correspond to a pet store or groomer.
Cooper: So, it’s a code. For what?
Aram: We don’t know the what. Just the how. Beasley would send a text requesting an appointment, then get one back with a location, and this location is just a few blocks from where Mary Parrot was killed, and the date and time is an hour before he killed her.
Cooper: This is definitely evidence of something. You need to get him to tell us what.
[ Aram, Dembe and Park leave ]
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[ Cooper’s cellphone rings✨]
Cooper: Hey, Lew. Now? I’m in the middle of a c– You got a ballistics report? Yeah. Tell me where and when.

 
[ An interrogation room ]
Dembe: The dog grooming – tell us about it.
Randall Beasley: I got a Lhasa Apso. Her hair knots.
Dembe: We know it’s a code.
Beasley: Then what do you need me for?
Aram: You murdered an innocent woman. And yet, here you are, as calm as can be. And we know why. Therapy. A twisted version of counseling to make you feel good about being bad.
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[ Dr Sand has coached the three young mobsters to sit in a circle, holding hands ]
Dr Sand: And exhale.
[ Men exhale ]
Dr Sand: Now, how does that feel?
Mikey: Honestly? Better. Eh, kind of like our hearts started beating at the same time.
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Aram: That’s what these are, right? Therapy appointments?
Beasley: I’m not talking about that.
Aram: 11 appointments in three weeks. That is almost one every other day. Why so many? Because that’s how long it took Dr Sand to convince you it was okay to kill. That’s what she did, isn’t it? Make you feel okay about murder.
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Dr Sand: Dino? Eh, there’s no wrong answers, as long as you’re honest about how you feel.
Dino: I, uh – I feel alright. Look, I’m not saying I’m happy about Johnny threatening me, but I, uh – I get it. We need to swallow our pride for the good of the team.
Dr Sand: Johnny?
Johnny: What? You want me to be honest?
Dr Sand: Absolutely. This doesn’t work unless you are.
Johnny: Okay, then. Uh, honestly? I feel like I’m on an episode of “Dr Phil.”
Dino: Hey.
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Aram: [ To Beasley ] As bad as we know you are, we think Dr Sand is worse.
Dembe: Help us, and we’ll help you.
Aram: The codes are appointments. Show us how it works.
Dembe: I understand how it feels to have guilt about things you’ve done in the past. You know what you did was wrong. Show us you know.

 
[ Dr Sand sits with Vito DeCanio, head of the DeCanio Crime Syndicate, on a bench alongside a river. A young man sits on a neighboring bench, glancing around ]
Dr Sand: Johnny’s not ready.
Vito DeCanio: [ New Jersey accent ] It’s a three-man job.
Dr Sand: One that you said requires complete trust. Johnny doesn’t have it. Maybe if I had more time with him–
DeCanio: No, that’s not an option.
Dr Sand: Then my advice is you find someone else.
DeCanio: Well, what about Dante?
Dr Sand: You know the answer to that.
DeCanio: Well, you said we needed somebody–
Dr Sand: I did. But not him.
DeCanio: It’s an important job.
Dr Sand: We have an understanding.
DeCanio: If it goes well, he can write his own ticket.
[ Cellphone vibrates ]
DeCanio: Look, you’re the best at what you do, which is making people feel good about themselves. At what I do, I’m the best. And making people feel good has nothing to do with it.
Dr Sand: Are you threatening me? After everything that I’ve done for you?
DeCanio: Ah, first of all, we both know who you do it for, and it sure ain’t me. And secondly, yeah, I’m threatening you. That’s what I do. Dante’s in. You got a problem with that, see a shrink.

 
[ At the location of Beasley’s next dog-grooming appointment, Park and Aram wait in a surveillance van. Dembe sits on a bench nearby ]
[ A van marked “Jazz Paws – Mobile Pet Groomers” pulls over ]
Park: Is that – Wait, it’s really dog-grooming appointments?
Aram: I don’t know if the president’s dog’s in there getting a trim or what, but Jazz Paws is tricked out with armored panels and a GPS jammer.
Park: Let’s move.
[ Aram and Park jump out of the surveillance van. Along with Dembe and several undercover agents, they surround the pet van, guns drawn ]
[ Pounding on door ]
Park: FBI! Exit the vehicle now!
[ The back door opens and Dr Roberta Sands steps out. Dembe and other agents enter the van, which is decorated inside as Dr Sands’ therapy office ]

 
[ Cooper’s and Lew Sloan’s cars are parked alongside each other in the parking garage. Cooper is looking over the ballistics report prepared for Detective Heber ]
Cooper: I don’t understand. This says my gun wasn’t the murder weapon.
Lew: Imagine that.
Cooper: I can’t, because it was. We- We- We ran the ballistics. We know the truth.
Lew: Yeah, but they don’t, and they never will.
Cooper: Lew. What did you do?
Lew: Nothing that you wouldn’t do if I asked you.
Cooper: But I didn’t ask.
Lew: I performed a little magic on the bore. That’s all you need to know, and it’s more than Heber ever will.
Cooper: It’s one lie built on another. First I rope in Charlene, now you.
Lew: You didn’t rope me in, alright? I did it because I know you, and I know you didn’t kill Doug Koster.
Cooper: You don’t know that. I don’t know that. I hated that man because of what he did to my marriage. At my worst, who knows what I could have done?
Lew: What I know is that innocent people get convicted all the time. And I wasn’t about to let that happen to you. You feel guilty, like you’re getting away with murder, but you’re not, because you’re not a murderer.
Cooper: Someone killed Koster.
Lew: Yeah, that’s right. And then they framed you, and now that you’re in the clear, it’s time to find out who did that and why.
Cooper: It doesn’t feel like I’m in the clear.
Lew: Yeah. I guess that’s why you haven’t thanked me.

 
[ An interrogation room ]
Aram: How’d it work? You roll up in a van, dig up some deep-seated trauma, figure out how to exploit it, then what? Send you client off to commit the perfect crime?
Dr Sand: Anything I did or didn’t say to my clients is privileged.
Park: Not if you didn’t report a crime you knew they were going to commit or made them comfortable committing it.
Dr Sand: I help my clients be comfortable in their own skin.
Park: Comfortable? Committing crimes? Giving in to their darkest impulses?
Dr Sand: Everyone has dark impulses, Agent Park. Even you.
Park: Yeah, ones that, like any normal person, I hate about myself and that I’d hope a therapist would cure me of.
Dr Sand: Cure you? Of what? Uh, being who you are? Why would you possibly want anyone to cure you of that?

 
[ Inside Red’s plane ]
Red: [ To Weecha ] Once I was dead and gone, I wanted Elizabeth to know everything. So, I gave Dembe the letter with very specific instructions.

[ Flashback: ]
Red: Only when I’m gone.
[ Red hands the letter for Liz to Dembe ]
Red: Give it to Elizabeth, but only when I’m gone.

Red: Later that night, Elizabeth was shot and killed.
Weecha: Okay. But what does that have to do with whatever happened with Agnes?
Red: I think she said her mother told her about those things. Elizabeth would never have told her unless she’d read the letter.
[ Vlad Cvetko walks in ]
Vlad Cvetko: Am I interrupting?
Red: Ah! Vlad, please, come sit. Ah, good to see you again.
Cvetko: Ah, great to see you.
Red: Uh, Weecha, you’re in the presence of greatness. Vlad’s one of the world’s foremost forensic analysts.
Weecha: I have a, uh, finger in a drawer at home. Would you be able to tell me who it belongs to?
Cvetko: Would be easier if you had a-a head in a box.
[ Red and Cvetko laugh ]
Weecha: If you can identify the finger, I will.
Cvetko: Eh, is that why you wanted to see me?
Red: No, although I’m always intrigued by streams crossing. So, we’ll get you the finger, but first, this envelope. I need you to tell me if Elizabeth Keen’s fingerprints are on it.
Cvetko: That’s it? That’s all you need? Besides the finger?
Red: Yes. I’ve had a copy of her prints sent to you.
Cvetko: Consider it done. Out of curiosity, what answer you are hoping for?
Red: That her prints aren’t there. That I’m – imagining things.

 
[ Dembe catches up to Cooper who is walking down a corridor at the Post Office ]
Dembe: Sir, we ran her prints. Dr Sand. Her name is Eleanor Russo. She used to be in private practice, kept up with her licensing, until she fell off the grid five years ago.
Cooper: Any idea why?
Dembe: A theory, yeah.
[ Dembe hands Cooper a photo of Dr Sand (Eleanor Russo) talking to the young man who had been seated nearby when she talked to Vito DeCanio ]
Dembe: Him.
Cooper: DeCanio’s body man?
Dembe: Who also happens to be her son.
Cooper: What did Sand say about it?
Dembe: She hasn’t yet. We’re about to find out now.

 
[ Dembe enters the interrogation room where Dr Sand sits alone ] [ Door closes ]
Dr Sand: I already told the other two I won’t violate doctor-patient privilege.
Dembe: I don’t want to talk about your patients. To them, you’re Dr Sand. It’s Eleanor Russo I’m interested in. Eleanor and her son, Dante. UCLA medical school, a thriving practice in Philadelphia, then five years ago, you vanish. People like you don’t vanish. Not without a good reason. Is Dante your reason?
Dr Sand: I vanished because my marriage fell apart. Because we fought over Dante, and the more we fought, the worse he got. Cutting school, hanging out with bad people who introduced him to worse people.
Dembe: Vito DeCanio.
Dr Sand: Yeah, eventually. But not until after he’d committed a number of crimes. [ Sighs ] Enough to get him arrested. And that’s when Vito stepped in to help keep him out of prison.
Dembe: If you agreed to help him.
Dr Sand: He said if I’d counsel his people, he’d keep Dante out of harm’s way. Today, he broke that deal. If I help you, will you protect him?
Dembe: I promise to try to protect you both, but I’m unable to do that unless you tell me where Dante is.

 
[ Dino DeCanio walks down a narrow alley behind an tesidential building with Mikey and Dante ]
Dino: We demo and snatch, [ To Dante ] you drive. It’s teamwork, just like the doctor ordered.
Dante: As in Dr Sand?
Dino: Yeah, you seeing her, too?
Dante: Me? No. I tried therapy. Had issues with my mom. It didn’t take.
Dino: Yeah, well, like Dr Sand says, growth only happens if you’re open to it. Maybe you weren’t open.
Dante: Yeah. Maybe. Hey, what time does the construction crew arrive?
Dino: Whenever Vito tells them. That he controls. Wildcard was the preservationist. She wanted to shut us down. Would’ve made this whole snatch-and-grab impossible.
⋘⋙
[ Two members of a Witness Protection (WITSEC) team deal play poker while a white-haired man, Herman Levy, watches ]
WITSEC Agent: [ Gleefully ] There you go.
Herman Levy: You do know this is a protection detail, not a rehearsal for the World Series of Poker.
⋘⋙
Dante: So, this Herman guy – what’s he testifying about?
Dino: He’s not gonna be testifying. He’s gonna be crying for his own mama whenever Vito gets ahold of him. Now, get back to the car.

 
[ Red’s plane ]
Weecha: Couldn’t it be a good thing? That Liz knew the truth before she died?
Red: No.
Weecha: Why not? Because she knew, she was able to tell Agnes how important you were to her. And her to you. It’s why she encouraged your relationship with Agnes.
Red: What if it’s also a part of why she died?

[ Flashback: ]
[ Liz points her gun at Red. The plan is for her to shoot him in order to take over his criminal empire and continue The Blacklist. (Red apparently has a terminal illness) ]
Liz: [ Pause ] I can’t do it.
Red: That’s alright.
Liz: [ Pause ] I don’t want to.

Red: Her hesitation. The time it took. If she hadn’t hesitated, she might’ve survived.

 
[ The Post Office ]
Dembe: Eleanor – Dr Sand – she says DeCanio has a crew working a job at a property he owns downtown.
Cooper: Working on what? We’ve been nibbling at the edges of the DeCanios’ syndicate for years. If she wants a deal, her intel’s gonna have to lead us higher up the food chain.
Dembe: All she knows is that it’s connected to Mary Parrot’s death, it involves her son, and that the old man said it’s urgent.
Park: Companies associated with the DeCanios are mid-construction on two sites we know of downtown – a luxury hotel and a residential tower.
Cooper: What’s Parrot’s connection? Was there a preservationist objection?
Aram: Not to those sites. Her big push downtown was to landmark Memorial Baptist Church. Now, she’d held up developers who wanted to demolish it, but now that she’s dead, the sale can go through, and the building can be torn down. And DeCanio’s a silent partner.
Cooper: That’s what this is about? Killing a preservationist to demolish a church? We’re missing something. What?
Aram: Well, sir, there is something else. When cross-referencing the address, the building next door pinged our database.
Park: I recognize it. This church. But I can’t remember why. What’s the address?
Aram: 30 West Oak Street.
Park: Oh, my God. Herman Levy, the informant, the one testifying against DeCanio – WITSEC is holding him at a safehouse at 32 West Oak.
Dembe: They’re trying to get to him before he testifies.
Cooper: Not if we can get to him first. Go. I’ll alert the Marshals – and Main Justice about a deal for Sand. She didn’t get us up the food chain. She got us to the top of it. Let’s hope we’re not too late.

 
[ Dante Russo waits nervously in the getaway car while Dino and Mikey break a hole in the back of the residential complex and climb inside ] [ Bricks clattering ] [ Grunts ]
Dino: Alright. Third floor. Let’s move.
Mikey: Yeah.
[ They run up the service stairs to the third floor ]
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[ The poker game continues ]
[ Cellphone rings✨]
[ Dino and Mikey interrupt and 💥💥 shoot both WITSEC officers 💥💥 ]
[ Herman Levy raises his hands ]
Dino: Grab the rat.
[ The three head down the stairs. They encounter an FBI Agent who Mikey shoots 💥. Mikey, Herman Levy and Dino descend the stairs past the crumpled agent ]
[ At the bottom on the steps, the FBI has arrived in force ]
— FBI!
[ Gunfire exchange 💥💥 💥💥 ]
— FBI! Drop your weapons!
[ The mobsters are down ] [ Groans ]
[ Dembe and Park help Herman Levy to his feet ]
Herman Levy: This is all very confidence-inspiring.
[ Aram approaches the get-away car, pointing his gun at Dante who already has his hands raised ]
Aram: Dante Russo? [ Over comms ] I have the son.

 
[ Cooper is in his office talking to Red who is in his plane ]
Cooper: Dr Sand is in custody. She and her son.
Red: And DeCanio?
Cooper: He’s been arrested. The doctor’s son worked for him as well. Both of them are set to be transferred to Main Justice to sign immunity agreements in exchange for everything they know about DeCanio.
Red: Have you spoken with Agnes yet? Did she say whether she had a good time or not?
Cooper: She said that you, and I quote, “suck at state capitals,” which I took to mean a good time was had by all.
Red: Yes.
Cooper: You’re doing well with her. I’m impressed. And hopeful that, like me, you’re finding that being around her helps, in every way.
Red: What about Sand? What do you think? You know her story. Now you’ve questioned her. Do you think DeCanio was right to hire her?
Cooper: I do. She’s smart and thoughtful. I’m not surprised with the results she got.

 
[ Dr Sand and her son Dante are in the transport van ]
Dante: We’re gonna testify against Vito? After he sent me to kidnap a witness in federal custody, we’re signing up to federal witnesses?
Dr Sand: We both know it’s the only way out.
Dante: Well, what we know is there’s no way out.
Dr Sand: He’s using you now. For dangerous jobs. I can’t protect you anymore.
Dante: You think the feds can?
[⚡️Tires screech⚡️]
Dr Sand: Hey.
Man’s voice: [ Muffled ]
Dr Sand: What the hell is that? Hey. Hello? What is it? What’s going on?
Dante: [ Panicky ] It’s him.
Dr Sand: Hey! Hello?
Dante: Mom.
Man’s voice #2: [ Muffled ] Get out of the van.
Dante: It’s him.
[ They clasp hands ]
— On your feet.
[ Banging ] [ Van doors open ]
Red: Dr Sand, I presume.
Dr Sand: You’re Raymond Reddington.
Dante: Did DeCanio send you?
Red: Dear Vito’s been detained. I’m here of my own volition with a proposal. Would you care to hear it?

 
[ The Post Office ]
[ Elevator doors⚡️clank open⚡️] [ Vito DeCanio is led in ]
Cooper: Vito DeCanio. Welcome to federal custody.
DeCanio: Been there twice, for a total of six hours.
Aram: [ Quietly ] Third time’s the charm.
[ Park walks up to DeCanio ]
Park: Where are they? You heard me. Where the hell are they?!
Cooper: Agent Park–
Park: Where did you take them?!
Aram: Alina, hey–
Park: He hit the convoy. With Dr Sand. She and her son – they’re gone.
DeCanio: I got no idea what you’re talking about.
Park: [ Urgently ] If you did anything to her– !
Cooper: [ Angrily, to Park: ] Okay. Stop. [ To DeCanio ] If you did anything, we’re gonna find out.
DeCanio: I didn’t do anything. But I’m in debt to the person who did.
Cooper: Take him to interrogation.

 
[ Red’s airplane ]
Dr Sand: Your personal therapist?
Red: Yes, for which you’ll be well paid and safe from harm.
Dr Sand: You said DeCanio’s been arrested.
Red: He has, but he has friends in high places. Just not as high as me.
Dr Sand: I helped him to protect my son. Why should I help you?
Red: I need your help. And what I do, my professional life – you will not be a part of that.
Dr Sand: Helping you personally helps you professionally. That’s how this process works.
Red: Just give me three months. On the island of your choice. At the end of which, you’re free to go. I hope you won’t, but it’ll be up to you. Consider it a palate cleanser. A transition from a distasteful past to a delightfully piquant future.
Dr Sand: Why me?
Red: The details of my story are not for the faint of heart. Based on your history, I believe you can stomach pretty much anything.
Dr Sand: I’m not a miracle worker.
Red: No need. I already have one of those. Let’s talk islands.

 
[ Aram finds Park on the landing above the war room ]
Aram: Headache?
Park: No. Embarrassment.
Aram: For what? What, losing it on DeCanio?
Park: [ Scoffs ]
Aram: Come on, I understand. This job – This job can get under your skin. It’s hard, being someone who crosses lines. People judge you for it, so then you judge yourself. Dr Sand is right. We all have dark impulses. And most of the time, there is no cure for that. So, the idea – well, at least the idea I came up with after spending my grandparents’ entire inheritance on therapy – is– is to not hate yourself because you have dark impulses, but to love yourself in spite of them.
Park: How big was your inheritance?
Aram: $86,749.
Park: I’d say it was money well spent.

 
[ Red calls Cooper from his plane ]
Red: Harold, I hope you’re right about the good doctor’s efficacy.
Cooper: Sand. You took her.
Red: “Took” is a big strong, but yes, she’s agreed to work with me.
Cooper: Instead of testifying against DeCanio.
Red: There’ll be plenty of testifying against him before it gets around to her. Hopefully, by then, I’ll be a better man and she won’t be so frightened.
Red: Gotta fly, Harold.
[ Call ends🔅]
[ Weecha walks up to Red ]
Red: Cvetko?
Weecha: He just called. The prints match.
Red: Dr Sand.

 
[ Peter and Park are in bed; he is turned to her ]
Park: We should talk.
[ Bed creaking ]
Park: I told myself I wasn’t honest with you because if you found out the truth about me, about who I was, you wouldn’t like what you saw. But the truth is, I wasn’t honest because I didn’t like what I saw.
Peter: It adds up to the same thing.
Park: I couldn’t expect you to love me when I didn’t love myself. So, that’s what I’m gonna try and do. Learn to love myself. And maybe you can love me, too.

 
[ Cellphone ringing✨]
Cooper: Harold Cooper.
Distorted Voice: I texted a photo. Look at it.
Cooper: Who is this?
Distorted Voice: Look at it.
[ Cooper pulls up the photo. It shows him in his car talking to Lew in the parking garage ]
Distorted Voice: There’s audio, too, of you and your friend evidence-tampering.
Cooper: What do you want?
Distorted Voice: So much. And with what I know about you and the murder of Doug Koster, I’m confident you’re gonna give it to me.

 
[ Red talks to Dr Sand in his plane ]
Red: I found peace and tranquility and a real feeling of– quiet. Yet, I abandoned it out of this compulsion for chaos and peril. I had found light. Yet I’m compelled by the dark. It animates me, so much so that I drag others into it. Others that I care desperately about. If I’m willing to risk everything good in my life, to even defend risking it as necessary or just, when I know the result will only be– a deepening darkness.
Dr Sand: Tell me, where is this coming from right now? Why now?
Red: [ Pause ] [ Emotionally ] I recently discovered that I was betrayed by my oldest and closest friend. ⋘⋙
[ Darkly ] I’m apprehensive about the depth and breadth of my anger.

 
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