🔴 Script 9:11 The Conglomerate

 

Brief (Where we’re at):

Cooper became miffed at Red after Red got Cooper to sent a SWAT to take out another FBI agent. The agent, known as The Seer, had developed untraceable cell phones, branded as made by Arcane Wireless (Blacklister #154). Granted, Red may not have known that the Seer was deep-cover FBI, but he did know some of the phones had made their way into his organization and that they were plants. The SWAT team, however, did not kill the Seer but only killed a criminal that he was meeting with to close a deal. The Seer, aka William Meyers, was only arrested and quickly released, but his cover was blown. At that point, he told the task force that the phones actually recorded everything their users were saying and that the recordings were sent to an FBI server. Not only that, the Seer later told Cooper, but his ultimate goal has been to bring down Number One on the Most Wanted List, one Raymond Reddington.

From earlier episodes:

Cooper and his friend Lew Sloan from the ballistics lab have continued trying to figure out who is blackmailing Cooper by trying to pin on him the murder of Doug Koster. Koster had years earlier had an affair with Cooper’s wife Charlene. He was murdered on a night when Cooper had attended a retirement party. Cooper woke up the next morning in his car, unable to remember how he got there. He discovered a bullet was missing from the clip in his service weapon. Cooper had Lew run the ballistics and the bullet matched his gun. When Metro PD Detective Marcus Heber served a warrant for the gun, without telling “Coop,” Lew took it upon himself to modify the gun’s barrel so the bullet and gun would no longer matched. Now, Cooper has received the results of a lab test that prove he was in fact drugged with a ‘date rape drug.’ Surveillance video from that night which Lew acquired shows a bartender slipping something into Cooper’s drink. Lew got the name of the bartender, Abel Judge. So, Cooper went to the man’s apartment. No one answered his knocks and the door was unlocked, so he entered, only to find the place completely ransacked and a man (likely Abel Judge) lying dead on the floor, his throat slashed. At that moment the landline phone in the apartment rang. Cooper answered. The digitally altered voice of the blackmailer spoke: “Congratulations, Harold. Now you have the blood of two men on your hands.”

Two other matters remain unresolved: 1) What was in the box Red gave to Dembe? And — 2) What did the letter from Katarina to Liz say about Red’s true identity? Dembe shared the letter with Liz, which Red initially was very upset about, but after Dembe and his daughter Isabella survived a scare at the hands of Boukman Baptiste [Episode 9:9 (Blacklister #164)], Red forgave Dembe and reasoned it may have given Liz some comfort. Liz had shared at least some of what the letter said with her daughter Agnes, enough for Agnes to tell Red that “all I needed to remember was that Raymond Reddington was the most important person in her life, besides me …” And Agnes knows Red is Russian.

 
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[ A morgue ] [ The night Elizabeth Keen died, about two years ago ]
[ Door creaks ] [ Diener, a forensic pathologist, enters an autopsy room, followed by Agent Alina Park. She unzips the body bag on an examining table. Liz’s body is revealed, her head obscured by an overhead light. Blood from the bullet wound that killed her covers much of her white sweater ]
Diener: Colleague?
Agent Alina Park: Yes. And a friend.
[ Camera⚡️flashes⚡️]

[ Flashback: ]
[ Gunshot 💥 ] [ A bullet pierces Liz’s chest, just above her heart. Her body jerks forward. She looks startled. Blood spreads from the wound ]

[ Camera shutter clicking ✽ ✽ ✽ ]
[ Diener cuts away an evidence bag that was taped around Liz’s right hand; she takes samples from Liz’s fingertips ]
[ Liz’s clothing is removed and laid neatly at her feet: Shoes, socks, belt, jeans, bloody sweater ]

[ Flashback: ]
[ Cooper, Aram and Park run to where Liz’s body lies on the sidewalk ]

[ Diener photographs the exit wound ] [ Camera shutter clicks ✽ ] [ Diener covers Liz’s body with a white sheet ]
Park: [ Sighs ]
Diener: Will you be staying for the autopsy?
Park: No.
[ Pen clicks ] [ Diener labels the sack containing Liz’s clothing ]
Park: But could I have a moment?
Diener: Of course.
[ Diener leaves ] [ Door creaks open, closes ]
[ Park places her hand gently on the sheet ]
Park: Dear God, I pray to you for her. Grant her eternal rest. Let light shine upon her. And may her soul rest in peace.

 
[ Red’s camper in the woods ] [ Red sits at the table across from Dembe ]
Red: You’re absolutely certain.
[ Camera shutter clicking ✽ ✽ ✽ ] [ Weecha photographs the wilting white roses on the table to send to Mierce for her reading ]
Dembe: Yes. Apartment 3B.
Red: Vandyke lived there or stayed there?
Dembe: We’ve gone through this.
Red: Indulge me.
Dembe: [ Sighs ] The GPS data points that plotted Vandyke’s whereabouts the day Elizabeth was killed – I went to each one. Every step he took that day, I’ve taken. Every store, restaurant, apartment building.
Red: 3B.
Dembe: I showed the super his photo and my badge. Vandyke lived there, off and on.
Red: Helen Field? Sister? Friend? Girlfriend? Comrade in arms?
Dembe: I still don’t know yet.
Red: Weecha and I will take a run at Miss Field. You have a case to solve.
Dembe: More important than solving this?
Red: [ Inhales ] It might be to Agent Park.

 
[ Park sits at a table in a cafe, looking at her phone ] [ A red-headed man, John Richter, comes in and sits down across from Park ]
John Richter: Hey.
Park: What are you doing here?
Richter: Looking at you. You look good. Marriage suits you. How’s Perry?
Park: Peter’s fine.
Richter: Mm.
Park: I was just texting him to see what he wants me to order him.
Richter: You’ve introduced him to our spot. I can’t decide if I should be jealous or touched.
Park: You should be leaving, preferably before he gets here.
Richter: [ Sighs ] [ Lighter clicks ✽ ✽ ] I have a job for you.
Park: I already have a job.
Richter: I heard you left the Academy.
Park: You heard? Are you following me?
Richter: I’m trying to. What you’re doing now I can’t figure out, but it can’t be as exciting as what we used to do.
Park: What we did wasn’t exciting. Or legal.
Richter: It was extralegal and necessary, and you were good at it. Which is why I’m here.
[ Breathes deeply ] I’ve helped start organization – The Conglomerate.
Park: The answer’s no.
Richter: [ Chuckles ] You don’t even know the question.
Park: Sure I do. And it’s not about work.
[ Lighter clicks ✽ ]
Richter: Well– [ Sighs ] In case you change your mind.
[ He places a card on the table with a phone number ]
Park: I won’t.
Richter: I hope that’s not true.
[ Park’s husband, Peter Simpson, walks over ] [ Park quickly takes the card ]
Park: Hey!
Peter: Hi!
[ Both chuckle ]
Peter: I’m Peter.
John: John.
[ They shake hands ]
Richter: Alina and I used to – Work together.
Peter: Really?
Richter: Yeah.
Peter: Do tell.
[ Laughs ]
Peter: She likes to keep me in the dark.
Richter: Oh, I bet. [ Chuckles ]
Park: John was just leaving.
Peter: See what I mean?
Richter: [ Sighs ] Another time. It was nice to meet you.
Peter: Yeah.
Peter: Alina, it’s always a pleasure.
[ Richter gets up and leaves, slapping Peter on the shoulder ]
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[ Peter sits down ]
Peter: [ Clears throat ] So, what’d you do together?
Park: Oh, uh, you know – Kill people.
Peter: [ Clears throat ] Right. Serves me right for asking. Did you order? I am starving.
Park: I didn’t. But I’m– I’m sorry. I got a text from work, and I have to go. I’m sorry.
Peter: [ Sighs ] Don’t be sorry. Go. Save the planet. Or whatever it is you do that you can’t tell me about.
Park: I’ve been trying to answer more.
Peter: And I’m trying to ask less. Look at us. Quite a team.

 
[ The Post Office war room ] [ Dembe briefs the task force ]
Dembe: We all know governments sanction assassinations through their intel agencies, the CIA, MI6, SVR, Mossad. According to Raymond, four of these contract killers have formed a new organization called the Conglomerate. Do any of you know anything about this?
[ Dembe looks at Park ]
Park: Me? No. I mean, I’ve heard, uh, rumors, whispers of a company of assassins.
Ressler: Is that what this is, a company that’s privatized assassination?
Dembe: Yes. And Raymond says they’re taking on clients.
Cooper: Does he know the clients?
Dembe: No. Only the victims.
[ Beeps🔅] [ Grisly photos of three victims are displayed overhead ]
Dembe: A supposedly untouchable arms dealer, a Kosovan minister accused of terrorism, a corrupt police chief.
Ressler: I don’t like it, but at least they’re targeting the bad guys.
Dembe: For now. The Conglomerate serves any ideology of any country. If you can pay, they will kill, good guys or bad.
Cooper: I’ll reach out to my contact at Langley. If I get his blessing, we’re good to go.
[ Cooper and Ressler leave ]
Dembe: [ To Park ] The way Raymond talked, I thought you’d know more about this.
Park: No, I don’t. I’m not sure what he was thinking.

 
[ Park barges into Red’s camper ]
Park: [ Sighs ] [ Yelling ] What were you thinking?
Red: [ Calmly ] Agent Park.
Park: My wetwork is none of your business, or the task force’s.
Red: Bad timing, I’m afraid. I have a pressing engagement.
Park: Did you know they approached me? Is that why you gave us the case? Because I’m not doing it if that’s what you’re worried about.
Red: I’m not worried. I’m late. But stay. Raid the fridge.
Park: Why are you doing this to me?
Red: Wetwork is such a delightfully bland euphemism for the act of spilling blood. Leave it to the Russians to coin a phrase so dripping with sangfroid.
Park: Why?
Red: There’s a tin of Beluga caviar in there. It’ll calm even your frayed nerves, Agent Park. Champagne, as well. Close up when you’re done.
[ Red leaves with Weecha ]
Park: [ Sighs ]
[ Park grabs a spoon and takes the tin out of the refrigerator ]
Park: [ Sighs ]
[ Park has a spoonful of the caviar ]

[ Flashback: ]
[ Park sits in same cafe, looking at the menu. She is wearing dark glasses ]
Park: [ Sighs ]
[ Indistinct conversations ] [ Footsteps approach ]
Richter: Alina Park? John Richter. I hear you’ve had some excitement.

[ Flashback: ]
[ A restaurant ]
Park: Hey!
[ Park grabs a man and slugs⚡️him ]
[ The man grunts and falls ]

Park: Do I know you?
Richter: The man you assaulted has decided to press charges.
Park: [ Sighs ] The man I assaulted was in the process of assaulting a woman. That’s why I assaulted him. So if you’re his lawyer–
Richter: I’m not. Much to my mother’s disappointment, I’m not a lawyer at all.
Park: A cop then, an investigator.
Richter: A fan.

[ Flashback: ]
[ Park grabs a bottle of champagne and hits⚡️the man with⚡️it repeatedly⚡️ ]
[ The man lies quiet ]

Richter: It’s not every day I meet a woman who smashes a man across the head with a bottle of Grande Cuvée.
Park: They were out of Jack.
Richter: [ Laughs ] A sense of humor. That wasn’t in your file.
Park: What file?
Richter: Are you happy at the Academy?
Park: Who are you?
Richter: Most people don’t realize that anger is the purest expression of care we have. Rage comes from a lack of control. A fear you can’t protect yourself or the people you care about.
From the amount of anger I noted in your file, I imagine you’re an incredibly caring person.
[ Lighter clicks ✽ ✽ ]
Richter: That’s why I’m here. See for myself.
[ Richter reaches over and removes Park’s glasses; she has a black eye ]
Park: What do you want from me?
Richter: Right now? I can’t think of anything I don’t want from you.

 
[ The Post Office war room ]
Park: I wasn’t honest before. I do know about the Conglomerate. In fact, I was asked to join it.
Ressler: Wait. You were asked to join a team of assassins.
Park: Yes.
Cooper: Why?
Park: Because I am one.
Aram: [ Chuckling ] Okay. Okay, that’s funny. That’s funny. Uh, for a second there, I thought you actually had a lead.
Park: I do.
[ Park puts the card with the phone number that Richter gave her on the desk ]
Park: A member of the Conglomerate gave me that this morning. He’s ex-CIA. He’s recruiting me now because he recruited me then.

[ Flashback: ]
[ The cafe ]
Park: You’re with the Agency.
Richter: If I told you, I’d have to kill you.
Park: That’s such a bad joke.
Richter: Except in this case, it’s true.
Park: Okay, I’ll bite. Why is “not the Agency” keeping a file on me?
Richter: [ Sighs ] Aye Su, an infamous Burmese junta leader.
Park: Aye Su is why the CIA is interested in me?
Richter: He’s a repressive ethnic cleanser.
Park: Okay. He’s a monster. What’s that got to do with me?
Richter: Your file suggests you have a low tolerance for monsters.
Park: Doesn’t everyone?
Richter: It also suggests you’re willing to do something about it.

Aram: Wait. Hold on. You make it sound like it was just a pickup line. Like he sat down and was like, “Hey, uh, how ya doing? You, uh, wanna kill a military strongman for us?”
Park: I didn’t want to just “kill” a military strongman. I was asked by my government to assassinate a monster.
Cooper: And you said yes. I’m still trying to understand why.

[ Flashback: ]
[ Park is at home, sitting in front of her computer talking on the phone with her friend Abby ]
Park: Why don’t I want to date him? Because he’s a 30-year-old who works in a movie theater.
Abby: [ On phone ] Don’t play him like that. He runs a chain of movie theaters.
Park: Oh, my gosh, that’s so exciting. Wait. Let me grab my lingerie.
Abby: Boring is good. Boring is 2.2 kids, a dog, and a pension.
Park: Fine. Have Mr. Boring call, but it’s not going anywhere.
[ Park’s cell phone beeps 🔅 ] [ Park places a call ••• ••• •••• ]
[ John Richter’s line rings ✨, clicks ✽ ]
Richter: I knew you’d call.
Park: If I say yes, what exactly would I have to do?

Park: After Keen died and the task force broke up, I was kind of lost. Acting out, looking for – Something, for a purpose.
Ressler: And you found it by assassinating a dictator?
Park: You may not agree with it, but, yeah, I did. But only because it was sanctioned by the government, because the people who made the decisions could be held accountable. That’s not happening with the Conglomerate.
Cooper: We can discuss that fine distinction later. For now, all I care about is your willingness to help us go after them.
Park: Murder Incorporated? Absolutely.
Cooper: Even if it means using this guy [ Points to the card ] to get the names of everyone else in the organization.
Park: Yeah. I’m willing.
Cooper: Good. Then I want you to call your contact. Tell him that you’re in.

 
[ Fabric rustles ] [ Red’s face appears as he pulls the black hood off of the head of Helen Field. Mr Brimley, Red’s impresario of persuasion is across the room tending to a large camel ]
Red: Did you know that camels have been domesticated for over 4,000 years?
[ Camel grunting ]
Helen Fieild: [ Gasps ] Who are you? What do you want?
Red: Who I am is not important. What matters is that you – are Helen from Apartment 3B.
Helen: If this is because of Ken, I had nothing to do with that.
Red: Amazing animals, camels.
Brimley: Their urine is said to cure hair loss. Say the word, I’ll give your scalp a tingle.
Red: [ Laughs ]
Helen: What is going on? Why am I here? Are you two like a couple of freaks?
Red: Charles Vandyke. You’re here to tell me about him.
Helen: Charlie?
[ Camel grunting ]
Helen: I haven’t seen him in years.
Red: No, I’m sure. Probably not since I killed him.
Helen: Please, mister, I don’t know what it is you want, but whatever it is, I’ll give it to you.
Red: I want names. Friends. Colleagues. Acquaintances. And anything Vandyke left behind. Papers. Books. Bank records. Computers. You look like you collect things. I want what you’ve collected from Charlie.
Helen: Okay. Okay, yeah, sure.
Red: Elizabeth Keen?
Helen: I-I don’t know who that is.
Red: He never mentioned her?
[ Bucket thumps lightly ]
Helen: Never.
Brimley: Two quarts! We’re good to go.
Helen: I swear, he never mentioned her.
Red: We’ll see.
[ Camel grunting ]

 
[ A parking ramp. Park waits in her car. Aram and Ressler are parked some distance away. They are using comms, so everything that is said in Park’s car is transmitted to them ]
[ Richter jogs down a staircase to where Park is waiting ]
Richter: [ Breathing quickly ]
Park: [ Over comms ] He’s here.
Aram: Of course.
Ressler: “Of course” what?
Aram: Samar’s ex, this guy. What is it with these, like, supermodel-y assassins?
[ Richter gets is the car with Park ]
Richter: Hey. I’m glad you reached out.
Park: I know what we’re doing is all cloak-and-dagger, but a parking garage?
Richter: Yeah, sorry about that. I have an appointment nearby, but I wanted to see you, so I figured I’d kill two birds with one stone.
Park: Tell me about the Conglomerate. Who’s involved?
Richter: How’s married life?
Park: I’m not signing on until I know the players.
Richter: Are you happy? Would you hate me if I said I hope you’re not?
Park: Peter and I are fine.
Richter: Mm. You ever think about Cuba?
Ressler: Cuba. Let’s think about Cuba.

[ Flashback: ]
[ A steamy scene in a hotel room; Richter, shirtless, presses Park up against a wall ]

Park: Is there any chance you’re gonna focus on why we’re here?
Richter: Yeah. In a minute.
[ Vehicle approaches. It stops and a man gets out ]
Park: Who’s that?
Richter: My appointment. Be right back.
[ Richter gets out and follows the man ]
Ressler: Park, where is he going? Is he on a job?
Aram: If he is, we have to stop him.
Park: If he’s not and you run in there, then I’m blown, and we’ll never learn about the Conglomerate.
Ressler: But that’s a price I’m willing to pay.
Park: No, I’ll go. If it turns out to be nothing, he won’t be suspicious.
[ Park gets out of the car and follows Richter ]
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[ Richter draws his gun and runs after the man, dodging around corners. He tries to open the door to a stairwell, but it won’t open. He turns and points his gun down over a railing. The man he is looking for opens the door to the stairwell when Richter’s back is turned ]
[ Gun cocks❗]
[ Dialogue in Russian
Man: On your knees.
[ Door closes ]
[ Richter kneels ]
Man: Who sent you?
Richter: They’ll kill me if I say.
[ Rapid gunshots 💥💥💥💥 ] [ Thuds▫️] [ Park shot the man ]
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Ressler: [ In comms, alarmed ] Park, are you okay?
[ Ressler and Aram get out of the SUV and run ]
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Park: We have to go.
Richter: I take it this means you’re in.
Park: We have to go now.
[ They run ]
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[ Aram and Ressler discover the man who was shot. Ressler feels for a pulse and shakes his head ]

 
[ The Post Office war room ]
[ Red gets off the yellow freight elevator along with Weecha ]
[ Cooper can be heard (yelling) from his office ]
Cooper: (Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!)
Dembe: I never heard Harold raise his voice.
Ressler: Well, here’s the reason why he is.
Cooper: (You saved an assassin by assassinating his target!)
Red: Trouble in paradise?
Ressler: Yeah. Stirred up by you.
Red: [ Scoffs ] By me? Forgive me, I guess I was under the false impression that we were all adults here. Thank God we’re not.
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[ Inside Cooper’s office ]
Park: I saw a gun, and I reacted.
Cooper: The man you shot could have been a whistleblower or an undercover cop.
Park: He was Vor.
Cooper: Yeah. But you didn’t know that. All you knew was that you were choosing the life of a killer over the life of a stranger. I don’t know what I’m more disturbed by, your actions or the fact that you can’t seem to acknowledge that this was personal.
Park: It was. It isn’t now.
Cooper: On comms, it sounded personal to Ressler and Aram. And before you say that they’re wrong or there’s nothing going on–
Park: There isn’t.
Cooper: Before you say something that isn’t 100% accurate, I want you to stop. Take a moment, and know that, given what happened in that parking garage, if you say anything that falls short of the absolute truth here, I will let you go.
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[ In the war room ]
Ressler: A turtle statue.
Red: A tortoise. Hingeback, I believe.
Aram: He’s tied to it. Your– Your tech guy.
Red: For the next 36 hours. Part of some kind of a– Pledge drive or– Or a pledge of allegiance or–
Weecha: Pledge week.
Red: Yes! That’s it. A week of pledging. To what, I have no idea. The point is, he’s indisposed, and this can’t wait.
[ Red hands a laptop to Aram ]
Red: It was Vandyke’s. I had a nice chat with Helen from 3B. Ah, which reminds me. We brought camel’s milk. We had some left over.
Ressler: Do you have any idea who helped Vandyke find Liz?
Red: Not yet. I’m hoping there’s a lead buried in here that Agent Mojtabai can root out.
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[ In Cooper’s office ]
Park: I didn’t know Liz as well as you did. But I’m only here because of her. She saw me, warts and all, and, for whatever reason, embraced that. Losing her was like losing my guardian angel, and whatever rage wagon I was on, I fell off it. Until I met John. He gave me purpose.

[ Flashback: ]
[ Vacuum whirring ] [ Park, dressed as a maid, uses a vacuum cleaner. She’s wearing headphones ]
[ Two Burmese men enter. One is a Guard dressed fatigues. The other is dressed as a highly decorated general. He is Aye Su, an infamous Burmese junta leader implicated in the cultural genocide in Myanmar ]
[ They speak in Burmese: ]
Aye Su: I don’t care what the Secretary General says. They’re not refugees, they’re enemies of the state.
[ Whirring continues ] [ Aye Su is having difficulty hearing over the whirring of the vacuum cleaner. He signals to the Guard ]
Guard: You. You! Get out!
[ Park bends down to switch off the vacuum cleaner. She produces a large handgun with a silencer and shoots both men ] [ Silenced gunshots (💥💥💥💥 💥💥) ] [ Shells clattering ]
Both Men: [ Groans ] [ Thuds ▫️▫️]

 
[ The war room. Red pours the camel’s milk ]
Red: It’s salty. Very. A little disgusting. But sort of delicious.
[ Aram has been checking out Vandyke’s laptop ]
Aram: There’s, uh, nothing encrypted, but there is, uh, this. A series of GPS coordinates from the day Liz died.
[ Computer beeping🔅🔅🔅]
Dembe: We already mapped Vandyke using his phone’s GPS.
Aram: Right, uh, we did. And, uh, well, they might be the same, but, uh, maybe not, so I’m putting the phone coordinates in blue and the computer coordinates in red, and if I overlay them–
[ Computer beeping🔅🔅🔅 ]
Dembe: They don’t overlap.
Aram: Except in two places. The- The cafe where you gave Liz the letter and – the restaurant where Liz was killed.
Ressler: So two people were following her.
Red: No, only one.
Ressler: Well, if Vandyke’s blue, then who’s red?
Red: Elizabeth. Train. Safe house. Coffee shop. Restaurant. He was tracking her.
Ressler: Using her phone?
Aram: I don’t think so. This, uh– This software received signals from a next-gen tracking device. I mean, if we can find the tracker, it might have a signature or something that could tell us who made it.
Ressler: And whoever made it either wanted Keen dead or was working for the person who did.
Red: We need to find that device.

 
[ Cooper’s office ]
Cooper: I appreciate that you were vulnerable at the time. And it may have felt that he was giving you purpose. But I see it as taking advantage of you.
Park: Yes, but– He also helped get me out.

[ Another Guard shows up and grabs Park by the throat ]
Park: [ Grunting ]
Guard: I have her. The shooter.
Park: [ Grunting ]
[ Richter appears and clobbers ⚡️⚡️ the Guard with a champagne bottle ]
Park: You were gonna wait in the car.
Richter: Well, what can I say? I missed you.
[ Other Burmese Guards appear but are also shot ] [💥Gunshots💥]
Richter: Come on. Come on.
Park: Okay.
Richter: Out of curiosity, if I took a bullet for you, would you let me take you out?
Park: That’s about the only way I would.
[ They race down some steps. Another Guard appears ]
Richter: Hey, hey! Ohh!
[ Gunshots 💥💥 ] [ The Guard falls ]
Richter: You know, I hear Playa Paraiso’s beautiful this time of year.
Park: [ Breathes sharply ]

Park: He was right. It was beautiful that time of year.
Cooper: You said that Richter invited you to meet his partners, that they may ask you to join.
Park: That’s right. And if they do, I’ll help take them down, all of them, including John.
Cooper: Despite everything you’ve told me?
Park: Yes, 100%.
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[ Red appears at the door of Cooper’s office ] [ Knocks on door ]
Red: Excuse me. Agent Park, I saw that you ate some Beluga. I hope it helped.
Cooper: Can you give us a minute?
Red: I’ll give you as long as you’d like. I just need the clothing that Elizabeth wore on the night of the shooting. I need to examine it.

 
[ Aram and Red enter an interrogation room. Aram carries the paper sack containing Liz’s clothing from the night she was killed ]
Aram: I, uh– I didn’t know where else to do this. Uh, you know, with you. I did, uh, what I could to clean the room and make it respectful.
Red: The room is fine. Chatter I could do without.
Aram: [ Quietly ] Okay.
[ Aram opens the paper bag and removes the clothing, laying it out carefully on the table: shoes, socks, jeans, belt, and finally, the bloody sweater. Red stands some distance away, his hands folded in front of him ]
Aram: That’s it. That’s what she was wearing.
Red: If there is a tracker, I’m sure it’s no longer operational.
Aram: Detector for GPS signals. Wireless audio bug. Wand for foreign objects. If there was something on her, I will find it.
Red: Not her. Her clothes. She’s in the ground. I presume wearing something nice.
Aram: For what it’s worth, I hope you find who you’re looking for. I don’t want to know what you’re gonna do with them, but, um – You deserve peace.
[ Aram sweeps one of the wands over the clothing ] [ Device beeps🔅]

 
[ The war room. Park is being prepped for her meeting with the Conglomerate ]
Ressler: We have a camera in your button and a mic, so we’re gonna be able to see and hear everything.
Dembe: After Richter picks you up, we’ll follow you to the location.

[ Flashforward: ]
[ Park waits on a sidewalk. John Richter pulls up in his car. Park gets in ] [ Car door closes ]
Richter: You look great.
Park: Thanks. I wasn’t sure what the dress code was for a meet and greet with assassins.
[ Seat belt clicks ]
Richter: [ Chuckles ]
[ The car drives off ]

Ressler: Once we know where you’re going, we’ll put the TAC team on site. After we ID the founders and get their conspiracy on tape, then we’ll move in.
Cooper: After you’ve cleared the building, not before. I don’t want any of this blowing back on you.

[ Flashforward: ]
Richter: Nervous?
Park: Confused. What we did, Su and the others, we did it for our country. Now what are we doing it for?
Richter: Money.
Park: You make it sound like just business.
Richter: [ Chuckles ] We want job security. Something people in our line of work have never had. It’s been a thousand years since Hassan-i Sabbah was our first documented brother in arms, leader of the infamous Order of Assassins, known in Arabic as Hashashin. We are hashashin. Present at turning points throughout history, and yet, for our troubles, we’ve been freelancers. Paid by the job. Hurt. Physically, emotionally, sometimes killed. If we’re lucky, thanked in secret and disavowed.
Park: How is the Conglomerate any different from that?
Richter: The target in the garage was a Vor named Lev Salenko. The jobs are the same. The only difference is the price and the accounting. A percentage of what I get goes to the person who brought me in. Once he retires, he’ll continue to get his cut, for pension and health.
Park: Sounds like a pyramid scheme.
Richter: [ Chuckles ] It’s more like an incentive to bring people in.
Park: Yes, that’s a pyramid scheme. Is- Is that why you’re bringing me into the pyramid? For an incentive?
Richter: Ancillary benefit.
Park: What’s the primary one?
Richter: To learn why you were a no-show in Tangier. I’m serious. My partners know the work we did. They know it was good work, and they’re gonna ask why it stopped. Getting them to bring you in may depend on what I tell them. So – What should I tell them?

[ Flashback: ]
[ Park enters a restaurant from a hallway, rolling a carry-bag ]
Park: [ On phone ] I didn’t bring a suitcase to send a signal. I brought a suitcase because I have a plane to catch.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Park: [ On phone ] Yes, I’ll keep in mind the 2.2 kids, the dog, the cat, and the minister who pronounces us Mr. and Mrs. Stupendously Boring. [ Chuckles ] Yeah, love you, too.
[ Cell phone beeps🔅]
[ Suddenly Peter, who has been sitting nearby, speaks up ]
Peter: I’m allergic to cats. As for the 2.2 kids, I should warn you, with everything they’ll have to overcome, 0.2 is gonna be my favorite. Talk about marginalized. They’d have their own letter. LGBTQIAP – For partial. You know, 0.2 is what– Maybe a hand? A finger. I’m tearing up just thinking about walking my little thumb down the aisle at its wedding.
[ Park chuckles ]
Peter: Listening as the minister asks, “Do you, thumb, take you, index, to be your lawfully wedded digit? In hangnail and dislocation as long as you both shall wave?”
Park: Mm. What if thumb falls for middle? You know–
Both: The bad boy.
Peter: Eh. Passing thing. Good for a fling. Maybe even – A trip. But in the end, she’ll end up with index.
Park: How can you be so sure?
Peter: Casablanca.
Park: What? Okay. You may run a movie theater, but you know nothing about the movies. Ilsa did not go for index in Casablanca.
Peter: Excuse you? Paul Henreid is the personification of index.
Park: Yeah, but she loved Humphrey Bogart, who is completely middle.
Peter: So she went away with one guy instead of staying with the guy she loved?
Park: She went because of work. It was important to her, and – She sacrificed her happiness for it.
Peter: Who would do that?
Park: [ Chuckles ]

Richter: That’s the reason you didn’t come. Because he’s an index finger.
Park: That’s why I skipped Tangier.
Richter: Mm-mm.
Park: [ Laughs ] I skipped everything else because – He makes me laugh.

 
[ Aram has completed his electronic search for a tracking device on Liz’s clothing ]
[ Beeping 🔅🔅🔅 ]
Red: You said you could find it.
Aram: I could. Or would if it was here, but it’s not.
Red: Someone tracked Elizabeth until the moment she died, at which point, the police came, took her, everything was bagged and tagged. The chain of evidence, who was in charge of it?
Aram: Park. You knew Agent Park was an assassin, that after Liz died, she took a job killing people.
Red: I did.
Aram: And that didn’t bother you.
Red: Ineptitude bothers me. A lack of originality. Margarine. This and most everything else up to and including Agent Park’s trigger finger? Deck chairs on the Titanic.

 
[ Richter and Park stand in front of a table at which are seated members of the Conglomerate ]
Richter: Alina Park belongs in the Conglomerate. In eight months, she completed four jobs. Four jobs so extraordinary, she received the Distinguished Intelligence Cross–
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[ Ressler and Dembe are monitoring the scene ]
Ressler: Turn a little more to the left.
[ Dembe adjusts the camera in Park’s button {
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Richter: –awarded by the Agency for “extraordinary heroism involving the acceptance of existing dangers with conspicuous fortitude and exemplary courage.”
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Ressler: [ Echoing ] “And exemplary courage.”
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Michael Simmons: Your record is distinguished. But not your commitment. Eight months. Nothing before or since. If you are as able as Mr. Richter says you are, why’d you stop?
Park: Killing was easy. Laughter was hard. I needed more of it.
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[ Dembe looks up the Conglomerate members online ]
Dembe: Michael Simmons, former SAS, 12 targets, eight kills. [ Computer beeps🔅] Mirko Ibrahimovic, sniper, DGSE, answered directly to the French Ministry of Defense. Colleen Riano, former CNI, Spain. Responsible for at least 40 deaths that we know about. Are these people heroes or terrorists?
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Simmons: Thanks for coming in. That’ll be all.
[ Park and Richter walk away ]
Park: They look disappointed.
Richter: Are you kidding? They loved you.
Park: How can you be so sure?
Richter: You’re still alive. The vote’s just a formality. They love you. I love you. You’re very lovable.
Park: [ Sighs ]
Richter: Hey. We have to celebrate tonight. And by celebrate, I mean have sеx. Name the hotel. I’ll get us a room.
[ Park gives him a brief kiss and walks away ]
Park: Goodbye.
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Ressler: All right, we have everything we need. TAC team’s in position.
⋘⋙
Richter: [ Calling after her ] I will sleep with you anywhere, anytime. It’s a perk of the job, like dental.
Park: [ On comms ] I’m clear.

 
[ Park is driving her car. Her cell phone is in a holder at eye-level ]
[ Cell phone rings✨] [ It’s “Nick’s Pizza” (Red) ] [ Park declines the call ] [ Beeps🔅]
[ Rings✨] [ Beeps🔅]
[ Rings✨] [ Clicks ✽ ] [ Park picks up ]
Park: I have nothing to say to you.
Red: I’m not calling about the Conglomerate.
Park: I know, because thanks to you, there is no Conglomerate. The TAC team went in. They arrested them. It’s over.
Red: I’m calling about Elizabeth.
Park: It was the right thing to do. But I don’t like you nosing around in my business. John Richter is a good person.
Red: You were with her after the shooting. You rode with her.
Park: I care about him.
Red: And he cares about you. He recruited you once and wanted to recruit you again. You said yes the first time. I couldn’t risk a repeat performance.
Park: You couldn’t risk it?
Red: I have unfinished business. We have unfinished business.
Park: Finding Liz’s killer.
Red: Yes. Which may not be possible without you.
Park: [ Scoffs ] That sounds vaguely complimentary.
Red: I need you, Agent Park. That’s why I put the Conglomerate on the Blacklist. I can’t afford to lose you.
Park: Yeah, I rode with her to the morgue. What of it?
Red: [ Breathes sharply ] The person who orchestrated the hit put a tracker on her, a tracker that might give us a clue as to their identity. If we can find it. Aram and I looked through the evidence on file, evidence you signed for, but it wasn’t there.
Park: You sure there was a tracker?
Red: Yes, we have the coordinates.
Park: Then you already have your answer. You want to find the tracker, find the last place it transmitted from.
Red: Thank you. For proving my point about how much I need you. I’m sorry about Richter, but, clearly, without your help, I can’t seem to see what’s right in front of me. Thank you, Agent Park.
[ Cell phone beeps🔅, dialing ••• ••• •••• ]
[ Aram’s line rings✨, clicks ✽ ]
Aram: Hello?
Red: Aram, I know how to find what we’re looking for.

 
[ Park arrives home ]
Park: [ Calls out ] Honey? I picked up dinner from Biryani Kebab. I told them you had a chili allergy, so if it’s not mild, I don’t–
Richter: Hi, honey.
[ Park walks into the living room. Peter is tied to a chair, his mouth taped with duct tape. Richter is pointing a gun at him ]
Richter: Tough day at the office? Join us. [ Firmly ] I said join us.

 
[ Cooper’s office ] [ Ressler and Dembe enter ]
[ Cooper lifts his glass ]
Cooper: To a job well done.
Ressler: Yeah, about that. It’s not done.
Dembe: Richter’s missing.
Ressler: We clocked six in the meeting. TAC team arrested six, but it turns out one was a guard waiting outside.
Cooper: Have you informed Agent Park?
Ressler: Yeah, we’ve been calling her. She’s not picking up.
Dembe: You think Richter connected her to the raid?
Cooper: I don’t know, but if he has, she’s in danger. Get to her house now.

 
Richter: Why’d you do it? And don’t deny it. I know it was you.
Park: They’re gonna come here.
Richter: Did you do it for him? Because he makes you laugh?
Park: If you leave now, you can get away.
Richter: [ Sighs ] [ To Peter ] Did she tell you what we used to do? The work we did? [ Chuckles ]
[ Richter roughly pulls the duct tape off ]
Peter: [ Gasps ] Alina, what’s going on?
Park: It’s gonna be okay.
Richter: [ Loudly ] Hey, hey! [ Normal voice ] Focus. Focus. What we did together, did she tell you?
Peter: She said – Y-You killed people.
Richter: Shot. Stabbed. Blew up. Your wife’s a natural-born killer.
Park: Leave him out of this.
Richter: Why? He’s the reason we’re here.
Peter: What’s he talking about?
Richter: He knows what we did but not what we did? She left me for you. Which I came back to rectify, and here we are.
[ Richter slaps the duct tape back on Peter’s mouth ]
Peter: [ Grunts, breathing quickly ]
Park: If you stay, you’ll get hurt.
Richter: Which is it? Are you concerned for him or me?
Park: For him. He’s my husband, and I love him. You’re someone I care about. Whatever happened today doesn’t change that. I didn’t want to see you arrested, and I don’t want you hurt, especially not by me.
Richter: [ Laughs ] You?
Park: You talk so much, you don’t even hear what you say. You want to be heard, but you never listen. Anger is the purest expression of care we have. Rage comes from the lack of control, a fear that you can’t protect yourself or the people you care about.
Richter: And from the amount of anger in your file, I knew you were an incredibly caring person. Yeah.
[ Richter points his gun at Peter’s heads ] [ Gun cocks❗]
Richter: I know what I said.
Park: But you don’t know what it means.
Richter: And what’s that?
Park: It means I’m gonna kick your ass‼️
[ ⚡️⚡️They fight⚡️⚡️ ] [ Grunting ] [ Groans ] [ Groans ] [ Both grunting ] [ Groaning ] [ Grunting ]
[ At last, Park gains the upper hand. With Richter down, she hits him on the head with a heavy vase, again and again and again ] [ Thudding⚡️‼️⚡️‼️⚡️‼️⚡️ ]
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[ Richter is dead ] [ Park’s face is covered with blood {
[ Park goes to Peter, whose chair was kicked over in the fight and frees him ]
Park: I’m so sorry. If anything had happened to you–
Peter: I’m okay.
Park: Really? No cuts, bruises, nothing broken? Let me see. Peter, look at me.
Peter: I’d rather not. ⋘⋙ I’m fine. I’m not so sure about you.
Dembe’s voice: Alina!
[ Door crashes ⚡️ ] [ Dembe and Ressler enter ]
Ressler: Park, are you hurt?
Park: No. At least not in the way you mean.

 
[ Red’s camper ] [ Aram enters ]
Aram: Weecha, hi. [ Awkwardly ] It’s, um, Aram, remember? Uh, the one you can drink under the table.
Weecha: He’s in a bad mood.
Red: I had a bad reading. The flowers. Apparently, they show – Ambiguity.
Aram: O-Okay. Uh, well, on the one hand, I have good news. Um, I did what you asked, and the tracker on Liz, uh, I used Vandyke’s computer and got the location of its last signal.
Red: Which means we have a lead.
Aram: Yeah, as I say, that is the, uh, good news. Uh, but I also have some bad news.
Red: Well, of course you do. Look at the flowers. What is it?
Aram: The tracker’s last signal came from Rose Hill. The cemetery where Liz is buried.

 
[ Park’s and Peter’s home ] [ Crime Scene Investigators are there. The blood has been cleaned from Park’s face ]
Man: [ On radio ] Yeah, we cleared all access points–
Ressler: [ To Park ] You guys should get out of here. Go to a hotel. CSI’s gonna be here all night.
Park: Which murder are they here to investigate? Richter’s or my marriage? After tonight, they’re both dead.
Ressler: Oh, come on. You don’t know that.
Park: I never thought I made the wrong choice. Ever.
Ressler: I’m sure he feels the same way.
Park: [ Sighs ] I’m afraid to ask him.
Ressler: Afraid? The CIA gave you an award for “extraordinary heroism and exemplary courage,” which is all very impressive, by the way. So, go. Be extraordinary.
⋘⋙
[ Peter is sweeping glass from the carpet ]
Park: You don’t have to do that.
[ Peter picks up a lighter ]
Park: That was John’s.
Peter: [ Scoffs ] ‘Course it was. What did he smoke, Gauloises? On a balcony in Monte Carlo? You know what? Doesn’t matter. I don’t care about him. What I care about is you. You once told me that you weren’t honest with me not because I wouldn’t like what I saw, but because you wouldn’t, that you couldn’t expect me to love you until you learned to love yourself. How’s that going?
Park: It’s a work in progress. Like us. But I am making progress. [ Voice breaking ] And I hope we are, too.
Peter: Was tonight progress?
Park: No. But it is– The end. Of my keeping any secrets from you. You are my husband, my partner. You need to know everything. I want you to know everything. You’re right. I’m not fine. And one of the biggest reasons is because I can’t rely on the person I rely on the most.
Peter: You beat a man to death. I’m not sure I can help you with that.
Park: I’m not, either. But I want to find out. Do you? ⋘⋙ Do you know who Raymond Reddington is?
Peter: Of course I do. Why?
Park: I think we better sit down.

 
[ Cooper’s home; the kitchen ] [ Cooper pours red wine for himself and Red ]
Cooper: I’m afraid you missed Agnes. She’s already in bed.
Red: I’m glad, actually. Because I’ve come to discuss something with you that – Perhaps it’s best she not know.
Cooper: What’s that?
Red: I think I know how to find the person who killed her mother.
Cooper: Why wouldn’t we want her to know that?
Red: Because to find them, we need to exhume Elizabeth’s body.

 
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Trivia: In Episode 8:20 Godwin Page, Vandyke’s first name appears to be “Elias,” not “Charles,” as in the current episode. I assume this is simply an error. Here’s the snippet:

Godwin: Elias, I can be a resource.
Vandyke: The FBI saw you. We have to take precautions. Mr. Townsend’s first priority is to keep you safe.
Godwin: I can help keep the feds at bay, redirect them by moving–
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