The Blacklist Declassified

Brief (Where we’re at):

Liz’s body was exhumed so that an autopsy could be performed to see if she had ingested a next-gen tracking device that allowed Vandyke to follow her to Pascual’s restaurant where he shot her. The device was found. Aram is working to find some clue in the device’s design that might lead them to the person behind the hit, a hypothetical “third man.” Ressler objected to the exhumation, but Cooper over-ruled him. So, Ressler took a bottle of pills from his desk and disappeared.

Red’s business is under attack. When he returned after two years of living in the Amazon basin with the Xiu sisters, Mierce and Weecha, he discovered that he was “illiquid,” so he incorporated and sold stock on an underground stock market known as the “night market.” But, someone is a attempting a hostile takeover. Even when Red orchestrated a run on the market, Red’s stock ($COC for “Concierge of Crime”) did not fall with the rest. The Chairman (Blacklister #171) of the night market called a meeting of the top investors to calm nerves and convince them to put money back into the market. Red offered to do so but only if the Chairman would tell him the name of the top investor in $COC. The Chairman refused, citing the bylaws. Red left and had Cooper order a raid on the meeting and the Chairman and the others were arrested, but even under interrogation, the Chairman refused to give up information on the night market.

Cooper was called again by the man trying to blackmail him by orchestrating it so that two murders can credibly be pinned on Cooper (who committed neither). His first “ask” is for Cooper to abduct an MIT grad student named Andrew Kennison and make him “disappear,” not by killing him but by giving him a new identity. Following the advice of his friend, Lew Sloan, Cooper intercepted Kennison and had him placed under the protection of US Marshalls. Afterwards he visited Red and told him he (Cooper) was down a ‘dark path’ and couldn’t see a way out. Red encouraged him not to follow in his own footsteps.

Park found Ressler at Rose Hill Cemetary, waiting for Liz’s body to arrive to be re-interred. Concerned about the possibility he might again turn to drugs, she had brought Aram and Dembe with her to stage an intervention. Together they rolled the casket to the graveside and pledged their friendship as Red watched from a car parked nearby.

Cooper found Mimi, the long-eared, long-legged stuffed bunny with the scorched feet that had belonged to Agnes’s mother Liz. Agnes had left Mimi in Red’s car. Starting with Mimi, Cooper began to tell Agnes the story of her grandparents, beginning with the story of Katarina and Raymond, her grandparents, both spies – one American and one from Russia – who had spied for their countries, and on each other …

Unresolved from earlier episodes:

1) In an effort to be more open with her husband Peter about the nature of her work, Park appeared ready to divulge that it has to do with Raymond Reddington. This is of course very tightly-held classified information.
2) What was in the box Red gave to Dembe?
3) What did the letter from Katarina to Liz say about Red’s true identity?
4) And what did happen in Brasilia, anyway?

 
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[ A bedroom ] [ ♪ Opera music plays ]
[ A middle aged man, Dan Warren, and a beautiful young woman are in bed. They roll over so she is on top ]
Dan Warren: Choke me a little. I like it.
[ She begins to choke him ]
[ Gasps ] [ Gagging ]
[ She chokes him harder and harder ]
[ Grunts ] [ ⚡️Grunts⚡️ ] [ He lurks and then lies still ]
[ She sits up ]

 
[ Red’s camper in the woods ] [ Red is dressed in a shirt and tie, talking to his body guard, Weecha Xiu, the sister of his paramour, Mierce, who has returned to their home in South America ] [ Weecha takes photos of the days-old white roses Mierce uses to “read” Red’s mood ]
Red: Weecha, if Mierce is able to read me, are you able to read her?
Weecha: I don’t.
Red: You don’t or can’t?
[ Red puts his suit jacket on ]
Red: Looking for Elizabeth’s killer– This compulsion is — I don’t blame her for leaving.
Weecha: Mierce didn’t leave because of what you are doing. She left because what you are doing has revealed you to be a different man from the one you were with her in her home in the mountain.
Red: When this is done and I’m that man again, will your sister take me back?
Weecha: Is that man still in there somewhere?
[ Knock on door ✽ ✽ ✽ ]
Red: That’ll be Harold.
[ Weecha lets Cooper in ]
Cooper: I thought you had a case.
Red: I do — and a funeral. Once I give you one, I’m going to the other.
Cooper: I’m sorry. Your friend — were the two of you close?
Red: We were. We worked together quite often over the years. He was a good man.
[ Red picks up a newspaper and points to an article ]
Red: Speaking of the dearly departed, Ambassador Warren was found dead after shaking the sheets with someone other than his better half.
Cooper: His obit says he was a beloved family man who was murdered in his home.
Red: High gloss to cover a low truth.
Cooper: This says MPD has no leads.
Red: That’s because they’re not intimately acquainted with Fredrica Carrellas, madam to the affluent and influential.
Cooper: And you are?
Red: Naturally. She has information, secrets, large and small.
Cooper: And the ambassador was her client?
Red: Until recently. Apparently, he informed her that he was closing his account and availing himself of new pleasures.
Cooper: How is that relevant to his death?
Red: Well, he was availing himself on or around the time that he expired.
Cooper: This new service, you have its name?

 
[ The Post Office war room ] [ On the overhead display are photos of women from escort services ]
Aram: Nothing came up under the name Genuine Models, offline or on.
Park: I guess the rich and powerful don’t scratch this type of itch from the back pages of alternative weeklies or trackable search engines.
Ressler: I’m sorry, but is this something we’re actually going to investigate? Reddington wanting us to protect the interests of a madam that he consorts with?
Cooper: We’ll look into it. If it turns out to be a Reddington goose chase, we’ll pass it off to Metro PD. Let’s bring Madame Carrellas in and look under the hood of the ambassador’s murder.
[ Elevator door opens ] [ Cooper’s friend Lew Sloan steps off ]
Cooper: As for Genuine Models, keep digging.

 
[ Cooper’s office ]
Lew Sloan: I’m not good. I am great. Sorry to say, but that’s a fact.
Cooper: One which I sincerely hope you’re about to demonstrate.
Lew: Bartender spikes your drink, you go sideways, wake up, and are framed for killing your wife’s lover. Work upstream to the bartender, he gets whacked. Woman friend of said bartender goes AWOL. All leads DOA until — They are not.
Cooper: You found the friend?
Lew: I did. Now, let’s hold off on the applause and make sure that we get to her before the pathologically persistent Detective Heber.
Cooper: Where exactly is she?
Lew: In a dive bar in Atlanta’s Old Fourth Ward. Her ex-girlfriend owns the joint. She used to tend bar there until they broke up and she moved up to DC.
Cooper: I hesitate to bring another innocent person into this mess.
Lew: This woman was already at risk. She could be the piece of the puzzle that gets you off the hook for Doug Koster’s killing.

 
[ Aram and Ressler meet with Fredrica Carrellas, “madam to the affluent and influential” ]
Fredrica: What was so urgent I needed to be pulled from my Pilates session? As you know, being limber is a job requirement.
Aram: I didn’t, actually, but, uh, now that you mention it, I can imagine—
Fredrica: Yes, I’m sure you can.
Ressler: Ambassador Warren.
Fredrica: Dan was a good friend.
Ressler: And a client.
Fredrica: He was a client and a good friend. I introduced him to his wife.
Ressler: Hmm, well, I’m sure she’s eternally grateful.
Fredrica: Not all relationships are as conventional as you might assume, Agent–
Ressler: Ressler.
Fredrica: [ Seductively ] Well, Agent Ressler. You can pin me down anytime.
Ressler: [ Chuckles nervously ]
Aram: We’re looking into the connection between the ambassador’s death and an escort service called Genuine Models.
Ressler: We need to know anything that you can share about them.
Fredrica: None of my girls have been headhunted by Genuine. Which is odd, and I can’t trace a single contact, not a name, address, nothing about Genuine Models. Whoever’s behind it is deep underground.

 
[ Gordon Graham sits in front of a computer screen reading a newspaper article online: “US Ambassador to New Zealand Murdered in Home” ]
Gordon Graham: These men. These awful, terrible men, sucking everything around them dry. They use, and they abuse, acting like the world is their personal playground.
[ Next to Gordon sits a beautiful young woman ]
Gordon: [ To the woman ] Don’t be sad, dear one. These men, they might be used to getting what they want. But now, thanks to us, they’re finally going to get what they deserve.

 
Fredrica Carrellas: Usually when these new escort services pop up, some of my girls leave to work for them. Then a few months later, they come running back because nobody treats them better than Mama Carrellas.
Aram: You think Genuine Models is offering something standard escort services do not?
Fredrica: I don’t know. But a second client just told me he’s moving on. I worry it’s to Genuine Models since he was originally introduced to me by the ambassador.
Ressler: What’s his name?
Aram: We can’t ensure your client’s not in danger unless we know who he is.
Fredrica: Congressman Spate. Matt Spate.

 
[ Congressman Matt Spate lies back on a bed. A beautiful young woman dressed in lingerie walks toward him ]

 
[ A home in Chicago. Flower arrangements and photos of his deceased friend line the room. People mull about. Weecha stands by ]
[ Red is having a conversation with another visitor, a lawyer ]
Red: Listen, you just give me a call when you’re ready for a proper insurance policy for you and that bungee-jumping wife of yours. Steve Homan, rhymes with showman.
Lawyer: Will do, Steve. You know, in my line of work as a divorce attorney, what you call insurance, we call a prenup.
[ Both laugh ] [ Red gives the man a business card ]
[ A woman from Red’s past, Cassandra Bianchi walks over ]
Cassandra: Fancy seeing you here. “Steve Homan,” is it?
[ Both Red and Cassandra use pseudonyms when useful ]
Red: Cassandra! Looking lovely as ever.
Cassandra: Oh, you’re not so bad yourself, Raymond.
[ Red draws Weecha into the conversation ]
Red: Mm. Cassandra, this is Weecha Xiu. Weecha, an old friend, Cassandra Bianchi.
Cassandra: Uh, well, hopefully not that old. [ Chuckles ] It’s so sad about Barney. He was such a good man.
Red: With the rarest of qualities — Complete, unfettered honesty.
Cassandra: There was no guile about Barney. And in our business, that can be a problem.
Weecha: And what business is that?
Cassandra: Um, I take things that aren’t mine. Some years back, I persuaded “Mr. Homan the Showman” to rob a Middle Eastern arms dealer with me. Among the items we boosted was this invaluable necklace the arms dealer was going to give his wife for her birthday. The only person in the world we trusted to fence it was Barney. But before he could find a buyer, the item was stolen from the safe at Barney’s collectibles store. — It was never found.
Weecha: Was it a ruby necklace?
Red: Yes, the largest ruby ever unearthed in Myanmar. How could you possibly know that?
Weecha: Because I’m looking right at it.
[ Red and Cassandra turn and stare at a woman wearing a ruby necklace ]

 
[ The woman wearing the ruby necklace walks over ]
Matilda: I’m sorry, I don’t think that we’ve met. I’m Matilda. I’m Barney’s wife – widow. I hate saying that.
Red: I’m Steven Homan, an old friend of your husband’s. I’m very sorry for your loss. Barney was a dear man.
Cassandra: Lillian Alexander. We both adored Barney so much.
Matilda: How did you know my sweet Barney?
Red: Collectibles. Acquiring, trading, selling valuable items. It’s a tricky business, and your husband was a prince among thieves.
Cassandra: Matilda, I can’t help but ask about your necklace. It’s possibly the most stunning piece of jewelry I’ve ever seen.
Matilda: Oh, yes. Thank you, this is my most valued possession. It was a gift from Barney for our anniversary. I love that I can carry this piece of him over my heart. Oh, I’m sorry, um, will you excuse me?
[ Matilda steps away ]
Red: [ To Cassandra ] Apparently Barney used me to do his dirty work for him.
Cassandra: What do you mean?
Red: [ Clearly annoyed ] Barney told me it was Peter Finchy who stole the necklace.
Cassandra: Barney’s business partner? He went missing around that time, no?
Red: [ Getting more upset ] After the necklace was stolen, Barney told me he discovered some secret storage locker that Peter had been hiding from him for years, a locker that contained several of the items that had been taken when the store was robbed. And Peter Finchy didn’t just disappear. I banished him to Nunavut.
Cassandra: So Peter didn’t betray Barney. It was the other way around.
Red: And with Peter Finchy out of the picture, Barney had the business and all the spoils.
Cassandra: Including our necklace.
Red: I need a stiffer drink.
[ Red turns and walks away ]

 
[ Ressler talks to the Crime Scene Investigator (CSI) at Congressman Matt Spate‘s home ]
Ressler: I’m gonna go out on a limb and guess we arrived a little too late.
CSI: I don’t know where the Incredible Hulk’s been hanging out, but you guys might want to check his alibi. Whoever strangled the congressman did so with unusual force.
Ressler: With all that force, it’s got to leave some DNA behind.
CSI: You’d think so, but so far, I haven’t been able to collect any sweat or skin cells from his neck. Look at this.
[ Camera shutter clicks ] The handprint and bruising patterns are strangely uniform. You’d expect it to be more haphazard with the struggle.
Ressler: Maybe he didn’t have time to fight.
[ Aram walks over ]
Aram: Doesn’t seem to be any surveillance on the property.
Ressler: That’s not gonna help us find the killer.
[ The CSI sees something and picks it up ]
CSI: Maybe this will.
[ She holds up a hair ]
Ressler: Well, if we can get a DNA hit off that hair, we’ll find our murderer.

 
[ Typing ] [ Gordon Graham sits at his computer. On the screen is an article about the Congressman: “Congressman Matt Spate Found Dead In Home.” The beautiful young woman sits next to him ]
Gordon: I know you’re having second thoughts. Of course you are. You have empathy, you’re a good person. It’s one of the many reasons that I love you. But I promise, even if it feels wrong now, we’re doing the right thing. You believe in me, right? In us.
Woman: I will always believe in you.

 
[ A bar in Atlanta, Georgia ] [ Everly Grant, the friend of the bartender who slipped a ‘date rape drug’ into Cooper’s drink, works behind the bar. Cooper enters with Lew Sloan ]
Cooper: Ms. Grant. We just need some information on your bartender friend who was murdered in DC, Abel Judge.
Everly Grant: I don’t know what you’re referring to.
Lew: I think you do. You blew town awful quick the morning after Abel was killed.
Everly: I can’t have anything to do with this. Please, just leave me alone.
Lew: I’m afraid that we can’t do that.
Everly: Okay. Yes. I left town right after Abel was killed.
Cooper: Did you know Abel spiked a customer’s drink a few nights before he was killed?
Everly: No, I told you all I have for you. I’m sorry, I have to get back to work.
Cooper: Ms. Grant, please. Please, Ms Grant. The man who’s drink Abel spiked is being framed for something he didn’t do. Now, if there’s anything that you know, if you can find it in your heart to tell us, then you’d not only help to get justice for your friend, but also for this man whose life is hanging in the balance. Here’s my number. Call it any time, day or night.

 
[ Red is about to leave the home of Matilda, Red’s deceased friend Barney’s widow ]
Red: Cassandra.
[ He kisses her cheek ]
Cassandra: You’re leaving?
Red: Barney’s dead. I’ve been played.
Cassandra: And the widow is wearing $3 million worth of rubies that belong to us.
Red: None of this is her fault. Matilda loved Barney and treasures the necklace he gave her. Taking it would only add insult to injury.
Cassandra: Look at you rising above.
Red: [ Chuckles ]
Cassandra: Hmm. I find that annoyingly winsome.
Red: Hmm.
Cassandra: Fine, we can leave it be. Can we at least commiserate over dinner?
Red: I doubt I would be much of a conversationalist.
Cassandra: Who said we had to talk? Or eat?
Red: Cassandra — I’m involved. Or trying to be.
Cassandra: Wow, screwed by two men in the same day with none of the fun part.
Red: [ Laughs ]
Cassandra: Definitely time to go home.
[ Red kisses Cassandra on each cheek, then walks away, followed by Weecha ]

 
[ The Post Office ]
Aram: Okay, so Ambassador Warren’s financials are clean, ditto Congressman Spate, but check this out. Both of them wired $250,000 to a company called Smith Provençal Antiques the day before they were both killed.
Park: I doubt they’re buying 19th century armoires.
Dembe: Maybe it’s a front for Genuine Models.
[ Ressler walks over ]
Ressler: We got a hit on the strands of hair found in Matt Spate’s hand. A Darlene Wozniak of Arlington, Virginia. She’s a nurse at County.
Park: A nurse that moonlights as a serial killing prοstitսte? How in the world do you make sense of that?
Ressler: By bringing her in and questioning her. Come on, let’s go.

 
[ Red shows up at Barney’s widow Matilda’s house. He’s carrying a pie ]
Matilda: Steven! Come in!
Red: Thank you, Matilda.
Matilda: How lovely to see you again.
Red: I was on my way to the airport and realized I couldn’t leave without offering a final condolence. Chicken pot pie. One can never have enough food on hand in times of grief.
Matilda: You know, I just put some coffee on. Do you have time for a cup before your flight?
Red: I always have time for a cup.
Matilda: Good. You know, I got to say, I’m taken by how loyal Barney’s friends are.
Red: Friends?
Matilda: Yeah.
[ Matilda gestures toward a high backed chair. Cassandra pokes her head around and waves ]
Matilda: Lillian stopped by on her way out of town, too. You know, Barney used to say that the world of collectibles is dog eat dog, but you both have been so thoughtful. Oh, here, sit down, relax. Oh, I’ll go get your coffee.
[ Matilda leaves the room ]
Cassandra: So much for rising above.
Red: You’re the one that thought I was winsome.
Cassandra: Annoyingly winsome. Now I just find it and you annoying. What happened to not adding insult to injury?
Red: I recalculated. My injury was far greater than her insult.
Cassandra: I do love you, Raymond, but I think I’ll have to hate you more.
Red: [ Chuckles ] My dear, you may have just written my epitaph.
[ Matilda returns ]
Matilda: Ah.
Cassandra: Matilda, uh, smells delicious. Could you point me to the powder room?
Matilda: Yeah, third door down the hall.

 
[ At booth at the bar in Atlanta ] [ The dead bartender’s friend, Everly Grant, has agreed to talk ]
Cooper: I want you to know that whatever you say is completely confidential.
Lew Sloan: So, tell us about Abel.
Everly Grant: He was a good person. He supported his sick mom and younger sister. Every once in a while, he would deal drugs to make a little extra cash. One night, a guy came in and asked for some pills. Abel met him out back, and the guy turned out to be some kind of detective.
Lew: Detective? Did Abel tell you, uh, his name or who he worked for?
Everly: No. Only that the cop threatened to arrest him for dealing.
Cooper: Unless he agreed to dose the man’s drink?
Everly: He didn’t see how he had a choice. And the worst part is – I’m the reason he was murdered.
Cooper: What do you mean by that?
Everly: After he told me the whole story, I was the one that convinced him to go to the police and say what happened. And the next day, he was dead.
Cooper: It’s not your fault.
Everly: How would you know that?
Cooper: Because it’s mine. I’m the person whose drink he dosed. I don’t know why he was asked to, but when I started asking questions, Abel was killed. That’s on me, not you.
Everly: I’m scared. That’s why I split.
Lew: Was there anything else that you could remember that Abel told you about the detective, like, you know, what he looked like or his age?
Everly: Nothing like that. He did notice something about the guy’s badge, which sounds weird, but Abel had this eagle tattoo. He had this thing for eagles, and the badge, he said it was cool because it had two figures and an eagle on it.

 
[ Ressler and Dembe interrogate Darlene Wozniak, the woman whose strand of hair was found at the scene of the murder of Congressman Matt Spate ]
Darlene Wozniak: This is crazy. Y’all must’ve made some kind of mistake.
Ressler: The only mistake is you pretending not to know anything about the murder of Congressman Spate.
Dembe: Your hair was found in his hand.
Wozniak: Yeah, you keep telling me that, and I keep telling you I never met the man. Or any other politician.
Dembe: What about Ambassador Warren?
Wozniak: What about him?
Dembe: Two murdered men, strangled to death in their bed.
Wozniak: Is that what y’all think I do? I-I choke out guys I have sеx with? I-I work the graveyard shift in the oncology wing. I-I have not had sеx in two years, and– And that was with a diesel mechanic, not a congressman.
Dembe: Tell us about Genuine Models.
Wozniak: You know, it’s funny you should ask. [ Sarcastically ] They called to see if I could do a bikini shoot in Cancún, and I was gonna go, but I had some bedpans I needed to empty.
Ressler: Alright, listen, make light of it all you want, but you say you weren’t there, but your hair was. How do you explain that?
Wozniak: I can’t. Oh, my God, wait. My hair! Alright, about a year ago, I was getting behind on my rent, and my friend Bonnie told me about this wig company that pays for hair. So I chopped off my ponytail, popped it in the mail, and a few days later, a check came. It was for 500 bucks.
Dembe: The address you sent your hair to, we’re going to need it.

 
[ Red talks with Matilda. Cassandra is still in the powder room ]
Matilda: He had so many plans, you know? Wanted to travel, learn how to fly. He was so full of energy.
Red: Oh, my gosh, Barney was full of so many things. Generosity, for instance. That necklace he gave you, what a breathtaking gift. Hey, I wonder if it would be too much of an imposition to see it one more time. Beholding a piece that exquisite is a rare treat.
Matilda: It is no imposition at all, but I don’t want you to miss your plane.
Red: Oh, I’m not worried about my plane.
[ Cassandra appears ]
Cassandra: Well, I should be off.
Red: Nonsense, Matilda’s just about to show us that magnificent necklace Barney gave her.
Cassandra: Is she?
Matilda: I’ll be right back.
[ Matilda leaves ]
Cassandra: Fine, 50/50.
Red: 70/30, or I tell dear Matilda that her precious pendant is in your handbag.
Cassandra: Does this other woman you want to be involved with know what a scoundrel you are?
Red: She does.
Cassandra: No doubt you’re trying to convince her you can reform? Poor woman.
Red: 60/40.
Cassandra: 55/45.
Red: I can’t reform that much.
[ Matilda comes in ]
Matilda: [ From another room ] My necklace, it’s— it’s gone!
Cassandra: [ To Red, dismissively ] Fine.
Red: [ Calling out ] I’m sure it’s here somewhere, Matilda.
[ Matilda enters ]
Red: We’ll help you look. You start in the bedrooms and the bathrooms and we’ll search out here. No stone left unturned.
Matilda: Okay.

 
[ The bar in Atlanta ] [ Cooper’s phone rings✨]
Cooper: I need to take this.
Lew: Alright, I’ll circle back around once I get Ms. Grant safely situated.
Cooper: Agent Park, where are we?
Park: [ On speaker phone ] Wozniak wasn’t involved. The hair that was found, she’d sold it.
Ressler: We got the address where the hair was sent. Dembe and I are headed there now.
Cooper: Excellent. Anything else?
Aram: A wire to Smith Antiques was just flagged. Another $250,000 from a Billy Burton, a well-known restaurateur in Philadelphia.
Cooper: We know where this leads. Aram, Park, get there now.
[ Cooper turns to leave and runs into Marcus Heber, the Metropolitan Police Detective investigating the murder of Doug Koster ]
Detective Marcus Heber: Well, well, Harold Cooper.
Cooper: Detective Heber.
Heber: Everly Grant. I’m not gonna find her, am I?
Cooper: I’d recommend the nachos. Delicious.
Heber: Doug Koster dies, and the bartender who served you drinks on the night of his murder, he also dies. And his friend, the only one who may know why he died, you get to her before I do.
Cooper: On the other hand, the disco fries, pretty irresistible.
Heber: Two counts of murder. Now witness tampering. I thought you looked like the prime suspect. I never thought you’d be stupid enough to act like one.
[ Cooper smiles, then turns and leaves ]

 
[ The home of restauranteur Billy Burton ] [ ♪ Sensual music plays ]
[ Shirtless Burton lies back on a bed. A beautiful young woman clad in lingerie climbs on top of him ]
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[ Pounding on door ✽ ✽ ✽ ]
Park: Mr. Burton, FBI!
⋘⋙
Billy Burton: [ Inhales sharply ] [ Laughs ]
⋘⋙
[ Aram opens the door ]
Aram: Mr. Burton? Mr. Burton, it’s the FBI.
Burton: [ Heard from above ] No, wait!
[ Park and Aram run toward the sound of Burton’s voice ]
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[ The beautiful young woman begins choking Burton ]
Burton: [ Groans ] [ Gags ] No!
[ Park and Aram burst in ]
Park: [ Pointing gun ] Hands up, now!
Burton: [ Groaning ]
[ Aram leaps onto the bed pushing the woman onto the floor ] [ Grunts ]
Burton: [ Coughs ]
Aram: Uh, Agent Park?
Park: You got her?
Aram: Uh, no, but, um– I got ‘it.’
[ The ‘woman’ lies on the floor, a gash in her neck, revealing electronics ]
[ ⚡️Sparking⚡️] [ Twitching ]

 
[ At Matilda’s home, Red and Cassandra go through the motions of searching for the ruby necklace ]
Cassandra: Of all the ridiculous capers we’ve gotten into, this is approaching the most ridiculous. Pretending to look for a necklace we’re stealing?
Red: We can’t be stealing if it belongs to us. What we can do is help a grieving widow feel as if she’s not completely alone in the world.
[ Matilda enters unnoticed ]
Cassandra: And after we finish pretending to find dear Barney’s gift, then what?
Matilda: Pretending?
Red: How long has she been there?
Matilda: Long enough. Look, I may be old, but I’m not stupid. I know that I put that necklace in the safe, and then you two show up, and you’re just sweet as can be. I want it back now, or– or I’ll call the police.
[ Matilda walks over to the phone ]
Red: You don’t want to do that.
Matilda: Why not?
Red: Because then we’d have to tell the police the truth about your beloved Barney.
Matilda: What truth?

 
[ Genuine Models, Inc ] [ Men dressed in lab coats move about ] [ Heads of plastic models, some with hair, some without, are mounted on stands ]
[ Maverick Sawyer, the company’s CEO, flips through some papers. A man brings Ressler and Dembe into the room ]
Maverick Sawyer: May I help you?
Ressler: [ Showing badge ] Agents Ressler and Zuma, FBI.
Sawyer: What took you so long?
Dembe: You were expecting us?
Sawyer: Yes, I called the authorities hours ago. Isn’t that why you’re here?
Dembe: We were looking for a wig manufacturer.
Sawyer: Well, we don’t make wigs, but we do use human hair on the robot companions we create here.
Ressler: Companions? Oh, you mean sеx robots who kill the people who use them.
Sawyer: You must mean Chrissy.
Ressler: Who the hell is Chrissy?
Sawyer: Chrissy is one of Genuine’s most popular models.
Dembe: So you knew your robots were killing your customers. That’s why you called the police.
Sawyer: What? No, no, I didn’t know. And are we sure that that’s even the case? I only called the police because after I read that Ambassador Warren was dead, I honestly didn’t think much of it, besides that it was a terrible tragedy, of course. But I certainly didn’t connect the dots back to us. Then I read that Congressman Spate was also found dead in his home. Well, I couldn’t help make the connection that they both recently purchased a Chrissy model. And of course, we’ve suspended sales of the Chrissy model until we can figure out what might be going wrong, if anything.
Ressler: Oh, something’s going wrong, alright. Our colleagues just intercepted another murder in progress in Philadelphia.
Sawyer: What? Oh, my God. Oh, Billy Burton. Um, he just purchased a Chrissy model last month. Is he okay?
Dembe: He’s fine. A little bruised. What’s turning Chrissy murderous?
Sawyer: We’re not sure. I-I’ve been going over the code trying to figure out what might have gone wrong. I still find it highly unlikely that these precisely tuned machines have malfunctioned in any way. It– It’s really quite difficult to teach a robot what is too much force to use with a human, whether that’s for physical therapy, playing games, or for sexual intimacy.
Ressler: So you’re knowingly selling potentially lethal robot escorts?
Sawyer: No, nothing like this has ever happened before. Not in beta testing. Not since we sold our very first model. And they’re not escorts. These are uncommonly sophisticated, quality of life enhancing, AI-based companion robots.
Ressler: Who have sеx with your customers.
Sawyer: In some cases, yes. Look, everything we do in life intersects with the inanimate. For years, technology’s been anticipating what we want and providing it. Not to mention real women can get pregnant, they can blackmail you, sue you. You can fall in love with them and be tempted to blow up your life. All these messes that robots can’t and won’t make.
Dembe: What you call messes, most people call life.
Ressler: We’re gonna need a complete list of your customers.
Dembe: Starting with everybody who purchased a Chrissy model from you.
Sawyer: Okay.

 
[ Matilda’s home in Chicago ] [ Matilda, Cassandra and Red sit at the kitchen table ]
Matilda: I don’t believe it. I-I can’t believe that Barney could be a– What did you call that, a rail or– A fence.
Cassandra: A trafficker in stolen goods, some of which we stole, including the necklace.
Red: Which he was supposed to sell for us, then give us the proceeds, less his 10%.
Matilda: So you don’t sell insurance?
Cassandra: He’s as much an insurance agent as I am.
Matilda: So who are you?
Red: Someone who doesn’t like to be cheated or lied to or tricked into disappearing innocent people, then destroying their lives and livelihoods based on spurious accusations. Like Barney’s business partner.
Matilda: I don’t recall Barney having a business partner.
Cassandra: Oh, but he did. He’s who Barney blamed the theft of the necklace on.
Red: Then convinced me to disappear the poor soul as comeuppance, which I did happily. I had no reason to think Barney would lie to me. He never had before.
Matilda: Oh. [ Sobs ] I just can’t believe that my sweet Barney would– Would lie to you about such a thing, or to me about everything. Our entire lives, not to mention manipulating you into ruining the life of that poor Peter guy.
Cassandra: There, there, I’m certain Barney didn’t lie about his love for you. [ To Red ] Can we go?
Matilda: [ Sobbing ]
Red: Matilda, seeing as how our dispute was with Barney, not you, I’m prepared to leave you the necklace. I believe we’ve done enough damage for one day.
Cassandra: What? You sure?
[ Red stands ]
Red: [ Sighs ] Oh, I’m sure. Wear it well. Re-marry. Assume the worst, hope for the best.
[ Cassandra hands Matilda a tissue and follows Red out ]

 
[ The Post Office ] [ The Chrissy model sits on a chair near Aram’s workstation. Her hair has been removed ]
Aram: I have never seen anything quite like the complexity of these robots. Real human hair, the feel of human skin, insane expressive abilities. Check this out.
[ Keys clattering ] [ The Chrissy model smiles ]
Park: Wow.
Aram: Right?
[ Cooper enters ]
Aram: Sir, oh, uh, did everything go– Go okay with your– The matter you were looking into?
Cooper: Everything went. Whether it went okay or not remains to be seen.
[ Cooper circles around the Chrissy model ]
Cooper: This is a glimpse into the future I’m not sure I want to see.
Park: Tell me about it. The thing’s more communicative than I am, which isn’t saying much, but still.
Aram: Hang on.
[ Keys clatters ] [ Beeping 🔅🔅🔅 ]
[ The Chrissy models moves her head and looks to the side ]
Park: Like looking in a mirror.
Cooper: Mirroring facial expressions is one thing, but murder’s another. Who’s programming her to do that?
[ Ressler walks in, followed by Maverick Sawyer ]
Ressler: Not Genuine Models. This is Maverick Sawyer, the CEO and man who built the robots.
Aram: Whoa.
Ressler: He’s agreed to aid in our investigation.
Sawyer: It’s the least I can do. There has to be some reason that I’m missing why these models are malfunctioning.
Aram: They’re not malfunctioning. They’re doing exactly what they’re being told to do. She’s been hacked.
Sawyer: What? [ Chuckles ] No. No, no, no. No, that’s not possible. Who’s behind it?
Aram: Well, I don’t know the who, but I am working on the where.
Sawyer: Our robots run on a completely secure operating system and learn from what a user says, processed through the microphone in the nose. There’s no way that a hacker could get into that system.
Aram: Do you push updates to the OS over the Internet?
Sawyer: Yes.
Aram: That’s how they got in and started overriding commands for these specific Chrissy robots.
Cooper: So, there must be an associated IP address.
Aram: Oh, yeah, and I almost got it. Hang on. Here we go. Boom, it’s an IP located at 2218 Ridgewood Drive in Bowie, Maryland.
Cooper: Good work. Dembe, Ressler, roll out.
Aram: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Did you say a microphone?
Sawyer: Yes, in each unit’s nose.

 
[ At 2218 Ridgewood Drive in Bowie, Maryland ]
Aram’s voice: [ Heard on computer ] Shh, shh, shh. I think it’s still listening.
Gordon Graham: [ To his Chrissy model ] They know.
[ He pushes back his chair, touches the Chrissy model’s shoulder and hurries off ]
[ The Chrissy model stares ahead ]
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[ Minutes later, the FBI bursts in ]
— FBI!
[ Agents disperse ] [ Indistinct shouting ]
[ Graham and the Chrissy model are gone ] [ Ressler looks around. Photos of Graham with the Chrissy model stand on tables ]
Ressler: What in the fun house hell is going on here?
Dembe: Whatever it is, they left in a hurry.

 
[ Gordon Graham drives along a highway, the Chrissy model is sitting in the passenger seat. He reaches for its hand ]
Graham: Don’t worry, angel. I won’t let anything happen to you.

 
[ Weecha drives Red’s black SUV; Cassandra sits in the passenger seat, looking at her phone. In the back, Red sits with Peter Finchy, the former business partner of Barney, Matilda’s deceased husband ]
Peter Finchy: Imagine my delight when you summoned me after so many years in Nunavut. One more bowl of caribou stew, and I’d be growing antlers.
Red: [ Chuckles ] Yes. Yes, about that. I’d like to apologize, Peter. It seems I was sorely mistaken. Barney told me to cut you off at the knees and make sure you never made another penny in the business. Imagine that from Barney. But clearly, Barney wasn’t being entirely honest with me, and I-I did something I rarely do. I jumped to conclusions. But something’s not sitting right. I simply cannot accept that my instincts about Barney are as wrong as all that. What am I missing?
Peter Finchy: Your instincts are spot on, Mr. Reddington. Barney was decent. Salt of the earth. His wife, on the other hand …

 
[ The Post Office ] [ On the overhead display is a photo of Gordon Graham ]
Maverick Sawyer: Gordon Graham. Here he is. That’s right. Graham was one of our earliest customers. He’s in the tech industry, too, if I’m remembering correctly.
Aram: He was the CEO of an electoral data start-up that he sold for millions and millions of dollars about a year ago, February. He totally disappeared from the tech scene after that. That’s about two months after he purchased this Chrissy model.
Cooper: Agents Ressler and Zuma said it looked like Graham was living with his Chrissy robot as if they were a real couple.
Park: Two toothbrushes, clothes for her, jewelry, the whole nine. Bizarre.
Sawyer: Maybe not so bizarre. We design our robots to be anthropomorphic with human-like capabilities and empathetic skills, which can induce feelings in customers. Gordon might actually believe that he and Chrissy are in a real relationship.
Aram: And now, with these aesthetics and the rate of AI advancements, people won’t be able to tell the difference between what is real and what is not.
Park: Great, a whole world of robosexuals awaits. Meantime, we’ve got a murderer on the run.
Sawyer: Is he on the move with Chrissy?
Cooper: It appears so.
Sawyer: I installed geo-tracking units in all of our models as a safeguard for our customers in the event that robots are stolen. Now, if Gordon hasn’t removed it, we may be in luck. I installed the, uh, the geo-tracking unit in each of the models’ ring fingers.

 
[ Patsy Cline’s ♫ “Back in Baby’s Arms” plays ]
[ ⬇ Go to Full Lyrics ] or [ ♪ Tap square below to play ♪ ]

Gordon Graham: [ To the Chrissy model ] Everything’s gonna be okay, my love. Your man’s got a plan.
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Aram: Got him. Okay, guys, it looks like he’s on Route 211 headed south towards Shenandoah National Park.
⋘⋙
[ Ressler drives with Dembe alongside ]
Ressler: We’re headed there now.
Cooper: [ On comms ] We’ve notified local law enforcement to help you apprehend Graham.

♪ I’m back in baby’s arms ♪

Aram: You’re about two miles behind him.
[ 🚨Siren wails🚨 ] [ The chase is on ]

♪ How I miss those loving arms
I’m back where I belong ♪

[ 🚨Siren wails🚨 ] [⚡️Tires squeal⚡️]

♪ Back in baby’s arms
Don’t know why we quarrel ♪

[ 🚨Siren wails🚨 ] [⚡️Tires squeal⚡️]
[ Gordon Graham’s car is blocked by law enforcement vehicles and stops ]

♪ We never did before ♪

[ Ressler and Dembe jump out, guns drawn ]
Ressler: Exit the vehicle with your hands visible! No other options, Graham.

♪ Since we found out ♪

[ Graham stays in the car, but his window is rolled down ]
Graham: You’ll never tear us apart!

♪ How it hurts ♪

Graham: Why are you pointing your weapons at me?!

♪ I bet we never quarrel anymore ♪

[ Ressler and Dembe approach ]
Graham: I am not the criminal here! They are! The monsters!
Dembe: Put your hands where we can see them and step out of the car.
Graham: Neglecting and abusing my Chrissy! Locking her in a closet and taking her out only when they want to defile her, like she’s some object!

♪ Back in baby’s arms ♪

Graham: They had to be stopped. And so did Genuine Models.
Ressler: We don’t want to hurt you, Graham, or Chrissy.
Graham: They did hurt her! And that’s why I had to protect her. That’s why she did what she did.
Ressler: We want to help you, Graham. We need to see your hands. Step out of the car and we can talk this over, okay?
Graham: I don’t believe you. You’ll separate us. I know you will.

♪ Where I belong ♪

Graham: I can’t live without my Chrissy!

♪ In my baby’s arms I’m gonna stay
I’m back in baby’s arms ♪

Graham: She can’t live without me.

♪ How I miss those loving arms ♪

[ Suddenly Graham guns the gas and drives off the road ] [⚡️Tires squeal⚡️]

♪ I’m back where I belong ♪

[ The car over a steep embankment and crashes ] [ 💥⚡️‼️⚡️💥 ]
[ Dembe and Ressler run over and look down ]

♪ Back in baby’s arms
Back in baby’s arms ♪

 
[ Doorbell rings✨] [ Matilda lets in Red and Cassandra, followed by Weecha ]
Red: Matilda, good evening. We’ll just be a minute. [ 👏 Clapping 👏 ] Brava, brava! What a performance.
Matilda: What are you talking about?
Red: I just had an illuminating chat with your old pal Peter Finchy.
Matilda: Peter who?
Red: Poor Peter, whose name you let slip earlier after pretending you didn’t know Barney had a business partner. Poor Peter, whose exile you orchestrated, thus killing two birds with one giant, priceless stone. I never uttered the name Peter, and yet somehow, you knew it. By the way, when did you decide to leave Barney? You hired a divorce lawyer, didn’t you? The one at the memorial service? But you, greedy little guts, decided in the end it was too rich a price to pay to split the marital estate. It was much more lucrative, not to mention simpler, to just get rid of Barney altogether.
Matilda: Barney had a heart attack at dinner.
Red: After some gentle persuasion, the medical examiner’s performing a last-minute autopsy. We’ll see if that theory holds up when the toxicology tells us exactly what you made Barney for dinner.
Cassandra: I think you’re looking at a potential life sentence. That’s my theory.
[ Matilda’s demeanor becomes dark ]
Matilda: My life sentence was being married to that chump. Barney never had the stomach for the business. It fell on me to manage from behind the scenes, and I did. I made the shrewd calls. I made the hard choices. And then the little shmuck thought that he could divorce me. After all those years of me showing him what’s what.
Red: [ Nodding ] Yes, of course. The divorce attorney was Barney’s.
Matilda: You should’ve seen the look on his face when he realized that I had poisoned him. No, you two never knew the real Barney, and he never knew the real me.
Red: I believe we did know the real Barney. And in honor of his memory, I tell you this. You’re terminated. And poor Peter Finchy is the new boss. And this time, it is you who will be banished, left to fend for yourself with no resources, no respite, and no retreat. And if I find out you so much as stick a single toe back in the business,
[ Slowly and menacingly ] I will come to you and I will take your tongue, I’ll take your hands, and I’ll take your feet. But for now, I’ll just be taking this.
[ Red rips the necklace from Matilda’s neck ]
[ They leave ]

 
[ The Post Office ]
Dembe: Sawyer helped us locate the two Chrissy models Graham hacked to kill Ambassador Warren and Congressman Spate.
Park: It looks like he programmed the robots to leave the crime scenes and return to him so he could take them out of circulation permanently.
Aram: Well, Sawyer’s company might be going away, but the technology isn’t. It’s now in the cultural bloodstream. Robots, and the people who want them for, well, everything, are probably with us forever.
Cooper: Any next of kin on Gordon Graham?
Park: We haven’t been able to track down any family. No friends. His only relationship, it seems, was Chrissy the robot.
Ressler: I think he really believed that he loved her.
Dembe: I think he did love her.
Aram: Well, he’s not the first person to fall for somebody who’s incapable of returning the favor.
I’m not talking from personal experience. I just– I watch a lot of ’80s teen coming-of-age movies.
[ Lew Sloan gets off of the elevator ]

 
[ Cooper’s office ]
Cooper: What’s the latest on Everly Grant?
Lew Sloan: She’s secured with her family in Texas. I have a detail on them, but, uh, Harold, you and I both know that that badge she described is the New York police detective’s. This is getting out of control. Maybe we should call in reinforcements.
Cooper: We’re not calling anybody, Lew. After you left the bar with Grant, I had a little run-in with Detective Heber, who knows that I got to her. We have no idea how deep this goes. I’m even more of a prime suspect now that Heber knows that I am talking with witnesses. We have to find this detective ourselves.
Lew: Who did you piss off in law enforcement, Coop?

 
[ Cassandra rides in the back seat of the SUV with Red ]
Cassandra: You’ve gone soft, Raymond. The old you would’ve meted out the delicious punishment that hateful old crone deserved on the spot. [ Laughs ] No regrets.You really have changed.
Red: You think?
Cassandra: We’re always good together. You know, that’s why I’ve missed you, because we were good together, especially when we were bad together. ⋘⋙ Maybe there’s more fun to be had. You and me.
[ Both laugh ]
Red: As tempting as that sounds, you should know that the man you once knew died the day Elizabeth Keen was shot. And the man that remains is — less a person than a collection of impulses and inclinations, most of them foul as tar. I only survived thanks to the love and solace of a woman I met under the most unlikely of circumstances, a woman who — carried me through an unbelievable darkness.
Cassandra: And you really think that she’ll have you, this woman? All of you?
Red: I– I hope so. But even if she won’t, at this moment, I’m hers, and that’s all that matters.
Cassandra: [ Nods ] [ Sighs ] Yeah.
[ Red reaches into his pocket and takes out the ruby necklace ]
Cassandra: [ Chuckles softly ]
Red: I think you should take this.
Cassandra: [ Sighs ] Why do I feel like this is a parting gift, hmm? Like I may never see you again?
Red: [ Pause ] You never know. [ Smiles ]

 
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In one subplot, an extremely shy friend of Alan’s, Jerry Espenson (played by long-time Spader friend Christian Clemenson), who is also a lawyer at the firm “Crane, Poole and Schmidt,” acquires a doll who he names Patty, upon whom he projects human feelings.

In the other subplot, Denny Crane (played by William Shatner), is jilted by another named partner in the firm, Shirley Schmidt (played by Candace Bergen), with whom he once had a relationship. So he keeps in a closet a life-size sex doll who looks like her. At one point, Denny goes so far as to introduce Shirley to the doll.

Similar to The Blacklist, Boston Legal mixed dramatic, even tragic, main plots with many comic elements. The show was created by David E. Kelly and ran on ABC from 2004 to 2008.

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♫ Back In Baby’s Arms
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♪ I’m back in baby’s arms
How I missed those lovin’ arms
I’m back where I belong
Back in baby’s arms

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♪ Don’t know why we quarreled
We never did before
Since we found out how it hurt
I bet we never quarrel anymore

[Chorus]
♪ I’m back in baby’s arms
How I missed those lovin’ arms
I’m back where I belong
Back in baby’s arms

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♪ Thought I didn’t need his love
‘Til he took it away
Now I’m back where I belong
And in my baby’s arms I’m gonna stay

[Chorus]
♪ I’m back in baby’s arms
How I missed those lovin’ arms
I’m back where I belong
Back in baby’s arms
Back in baby’s arms
Back in baby’s arms
Back in baby’s arms

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