The Blacklist Declassified

Brief (Where we’re at):

Red’s response to being pursued by Wujing (Blacklister #80) has been to “hide in plain sight,” riding the subway, sleeping in various locations (including at the Coopers’) and riding the rails between New York City and Washington DC. He’s also been taking time to hook up with an old friend, Robert Vesco (Blacklister #8), his mentor and occasional collaborator. He sprung Vesco from prison (Episode 10:3 The Four Guns) and shared an adventure involving a treasure hunt in which the two solved three riddles hidden in a poem left by multimillionaire Warren Bostwick for his triplet daughters. They recovered the fortune and split the money three ways between themselves and the single deserving daughter, Alex Bostwick.

But, fresh from that reaffirmation of their friendship, Vesco was contacted by a representative of Wujing, who informed him that he had been betrayed by Red. How much Vesco knows about Red’s relationship with the FBI is unclear, as is the degree to which he blames Red for his recent incarceration (which Dembe was more responsible than Red). Judging by the past, Vesco will play to win the advantage, but he knows that, especially now, he owes Red as well.

 
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[ Three weeks ago ] [ Ominous music plays ]
[ Judge Alice Dockery is in her home study. Shelves of law volumes line the wall. A large vase of calla lilies sits on her desk. She has pulled out a file drawer and frantically searches for a file. She pulls one out one and opens it ]
Judge Alice Dockery: Okay. Ohh– Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, God.
[ She makes a phone call ]
[ Line ringing✨] [ cellphone chirps 🔅] [ A police officer in a vehicle answers ]
Detective Patrick Fleming: Hello?
Judge Dockery: Detective? It’s Judge Dockery. Do you have a minute? I just pulled into my driveway. It’s been a day. What’s up?
Judge Dockery: I need to talk to you in person right away. It’s about a case.
Detective Fleming: Which case?
Judge Dockery: Just come to my house. I’ll explain when you get here. Please hurry. I’m scared.
[ Phone clicks ✽ ]
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[ Detective Fleming arrives at the Judge’s home ]
Detective Fleming: Judge Dockery? Front door was open!
[ Fleming enters the study ]
Detective Fleming: Is every– Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. … Alice?
[ Judge Dockery is at her desk, slumped forward, motionless. The vase of lilies is tipped over. Her hand is inside her laptop. Carefully, the detective uses a pen to open the laptop. A single word has been typed on the screen in all caps: BRUNO ]

 
[ The present ]
[ Baby crying❗] [ Herbie Hambright is home caring for his one year old daughter, Sue. He offers her a pacifier ]
Herbie: Can I give you this?
[ The pacifier helps ] [ Crying stops ]
Herbie: [ Softly ] Yeah. There you go. There you go.
[ Knocks on door ✽ ✽ ✽ ] [ Herbie opens the door ]
Red: Heya, Herbie!
[ Herbie motions for Red to keep his voice down ]
Red: [ Softly ] Ah.
[ Red enters and hands Herbie a paper sack ]
Red: This is for later.
Herbie: Thought you were getting in later.
Red: I caught the earlier Northeast Regional.
Herbie: Oh, w-why would you take the Regional? So much needless stopping.
Red: There’s no such thing as a needless stop, Herbie. Time is the ultimate luxury, a thing to be savored, not hoarded, nor compressed, nor controlled, as if any of us can control time in the first place.
[ Harried as usual, Herbie rushes around cleaning up after Sue ]
Red: Anyway, I’m sure you didn’t invite me down here to debate the merits of public transportation – or to watch you housekeep.
Herbie: No, yeah, no. Of course. Man, I-I-I will never get used to the crushing volume of stuff required for someone so small. And why does all of it have to make noise? You know what I mean? Like, I am surrounded by pink, plastic torture devices.
Red: It can be that way with dogs, too. I know a miniature Dachshund, Larry. That little guy’s got tons of stuff.
Herbie. Oh, uh, Holly made sure you had clean sheets on the spare bed and extra towels in the bathroom.
[ Red has been mixing up living arrangements on an almost daily basis ]
Red: Ah, don’t worry about me. Where is Holly, by the way? I was hoping to catch her band. What are they called again? The Vegan-somethings. The, uh– Uh, no, the, uh– No. Meat Vegans!
Herbie: The Vitameatavegemins.
Red: Ah.
Herbie: Yeah. Post-punk klezmer. She’s got a gig in Charlotte tonight.
Red: You married the Jewish Debbie Harry. Oh, well, maybe Debbie Harry is the Jewish Debbie Harry. I wouldn’t know. But good for you, Herbie. Now, tell me why I’m here.
Herbie: Need your advice, Red. I’m not sure if you know about the murder of Judge Alice Dockery a few weeks back. She was killed shortly after presiding over the trial of the infamous mob boss Paul Bruno, now spending his golden years in federal prison. Bruno’s son, Paul Jr., was charged with the judge’s murder. His defense lawyer wants me to consult on the forensics of the case. Retribution is their theory.
Red: From what I know of Paul Sr., retribution is a dish he generally serves cold. This crime is – decidedly hot. He has nothing to gain by tasking his only son with a revenge killing.
Herbie: Yeah, I mean, I agree. But the thing is, everybody in law enforcement sees this as an open-and-shut case. They’re hungry to take down the whole Bruno family, and this is their ticket. But if I accept this job and go against the tide, defying the entire NYPD and defending the Brunos, I’m– I’m just not sure I have it in me to be the lone David going up against that particular Goliath again.
Red: Maybe you won’t have to. Give me a second.
Herbie: Yeah.
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[ Red calls Cooper at the Post Office ]
Cooper: [ Answering ] So you’re in town?
Red: A quick in-and-out, Harold. Just visiting a friend.
Cooper: Does that friend have anything to do with our Wujing predicament? Because I’ve been thinking we should—
Red: I’ve got Wujing covered for now, Harold. This has to do with something else. The Judge Dockery murder in New York?
Cooper: I know the one. Bruno’s son took her out after she sentenced his father to life. From what I hear, they’ve got him dead to rights.
Red: In my experience, things that are that obvious are often obvious for a reason.
Cooper: Are you saying the NYPD got it wrong?
Red: [ Chuckles ] Y-You remember Herbie Hambright, my associate, the forensics whiz who came to your aid before? He’s been approached by Bruno’s defense team. And from what he’s seen so far, he’s not inclined to believe Junior’s the culprit either.
Cooper: And you’re inclined to believe Herbie?
Red: I am.
Cooper: We’ll look into it. Judge Dockery was a venerated legal mind. All of law enforcement owes it to her to get this right.

 
[ Cooper confers with Donald Ressler and Siya Malik in the war room ]
Ressler: We’re wasting time on a cut-and-dried case because of a Reddington hunch about his pal, a convicted mob boss?
Cooper: Reddington doesn’t have a dog in this fight. Herbie, the guy who helped us run down that fingerprint from the Secret Service case, brought it to Reddington’s attention. Herbie believes the case isn’t as cut and dried as everybody seems to think.
Ressler: Look, everyone knows that this was just payback on the one judge who finally had the stones to put away the legendary Paul Bruno Sr.
Cooper: That may be, but when the stakes are this high is precisely when details tend to get overlooked. Let’s take a quick peek under the hood of the case. If the facts support Junior as the perpetrator, no harm done.
Siya: Well, the lead detective on the Bruno case, Patrick Fleming, also found the judge murdered at the scene.
Cooper: Let’s start there. Have him walk us through the investigation.

 
[ Siya and Ressler talk to Detective Patrick Fleming ]
Detective Fleming: The letters B-R-U-N-O were typed out on the keyboard. Her bloody fingerprints on the keys. I don’t know how the FBI does it, but where I come from, that’s what we call irrefutable evidence.
Siya: Yeah, well, we’re just curious.
Fleming: What? You think I’m not? Alice was my friend. I’m starting to wonder if I should take offense to what you two seem to be suggesting.
Ressler: Nobody’s suggesting anything here, all right?
Fleming: Look, Judge called me that night, told me to come over quick, that she just learned something about a case. She was terrified. I never heard her like that. Paul Bruno Jr. had been tailing and intimidating her for months throughout his dad’s entire trial. We have video evidence of Junior parked outside her house, her office, her gym. The guy’s a hothead. That’s obviously what she was spooked about.
Siya: Would you mind if we take a look at your case files?
Fleming: Knock yourself out. You’ll just come to the same conclusion we did.

 
[ Robert Vesco enters a room to meet with Red’s enemy Wujing. Vesco is accompanied by Wujing’s security man, Zhang Wei ]
Vesco: Usually when somebody appears and says they’re taking me to their boss, I assume it’s someone I screwed over. But I’m relieved to say I have absolutely no idea who the hell you are.
Wujing: [ Chuckles ] I am Wujing. I’ve long been a fan of the legend that is Robert Vesco. A man of great escapes and even greater mystery. I myself recently broke out of prison, and I imagine there’s a lot I could learn from you.
Vesco: Well, if you summoned me here to give you a master class on life on the lam, you got the wrong guy. Like they say, those who can’t do, teach. So if you don’t mind, maybe we could put the hood back on and you guys can drop me off someplace I can get a bite to eat.
Wujing: Are you aware of Raymond Reddington’s association with the FBI?
Vesco: First off, it’s none of your business what I’m aware of. And, secondly, any criminal worth their salt cultivates relationships with certain – amenable authorities. Raymond Reddington has the deepest pockets in Christendom and the biggest reach. Of course, he greases the wheels.
Wujing: [ Chuckles ] Oh. Reddington’s doing much more than that. I would say it’s less a “friends with benefits” arrangement than a long-term relationship that your pal has gotten himself into with the U.S. government.
Vesco: Have you heard the name Elizabeth Keen? Hm? Of course, Reddington’s well-connected with the FBI. Hell, his former bodyman, Dembe Zuma, is working for them now, with a shiny gold badge and everything! [ Chuckles ] Mmm. Call me when you have an actual revelation.
Vesco: The FBI has a top secret Task Force sanctioned at the highest levels of government whose sole focus is to bring down criminals like us with the personal help of Raymond Reddington. In fact, that very team was behind your last arrest.
Vesco: And you got this information how?
Wujing: From Reddington’s own attorney, Marvin Gerard, now deceased, as you know – also thanks to Reddington. I suppose you should consider yourself lucky that he only sent you back to prison.
Vesco: Hm.
Wujing: Reddington is working with the FBI, using all of us, including you, as collateral he trades on, chits to play for his, and only his, gain. Ask yourself how he’s always wriggled out of every net.
Vesco: And why are you telling me this now?
Wujing; Because I’m assembling a team of talented and motivated individuals whom, like yourself, Reddington has betrayed. A man like you would be a true asset to the cause, one I think you will find very rewarding.

 
[ The war room at the Post Office ]
Cooper: I wanted to let you know Agent Zuma’s not coming in today, so the two of you will be on your own.
Ressler: Is he okay?
Cooper: I sent him home early yesterday, and he’s still not feeling great this morning. Where are we on the Dockery case?
Siya: Herbie might have had a point about the detectives rushing to judgment, but we can’t yet determine whether any mistakes were made in the investigation. On its face, the evidence against Bruno Jr. looks pretty solid.
Cooper: Maybe someone who appeared in her courtroom wanted to settle a score. What about the leads that weren’t investigated? Ressler, request files for all the cases that the Judge has presided over the last couple of years. And, Agent Malik, Reddington said that Herbie submitted requests for discovery in the Judge’s murder case, but there’s a backlog. That, or it’s being slow-walked to him.
Siya: I’ll make sure we get everything to Herbie ASAP.
Cooper: Good. Reddington seems to think that Herbie might be able to see things others don’t. On that note, let’s play the particulars of our relationship with Reddington close to the vest.

 
[ Herbie’s apartment ]
[ Rhythmic knocking ✽-✽ ✽ ✽-✽ ]
Herbie: Okay, okay.
[ Door creaks ] [ Herbie opens the door, bouncing baby Sue ]
Herbie: [ To Sue, whispering ] Okay.
Siya: Uh– I’m supposed to be dropping some things for an associate of an associate of mine. D– Are you Herbie?
Herbie: Uh, yeah. Yeah, I believe that I’m – the associate – of your – associate. But, um–
Siya: Cute baby.
Herbie: Oh, thank you. Thanks. Yeah. She’s been a howler monkey from hell this morning. Yeah, every morning. You have kids?
Siya: No.
Herbie: Uh, yeah. Sorry. Forgive me. Come on in. Come in.
[ Siya enters ]
Siya: So – how old is she?
Herbie: Ah, she’s almost one. [ To Sue: ] Whee! [ Closes door ]
[ Red steps out ]
Red: Herbie, the water pressure in that shower could strip the hide from an elephant. [ Sees Siya ] Oh, good. You’ve met Siya. Siya, this is Herbie.
Herbie: So the F-B-freaking-I?
Red: Oh, Siya’s just a good friend. She has quite an in with the Bureau. So, Herbie, are these materials gonna work for you?
Herbie: Um. Here.
[ Herbie offers Sue to Siya to hold ]
Siya: [ Nervously ] I-I’m good.
Red: Here.
[ Red holds out his arms ]
Red: Okay. Here you go.
[ Red takes Sue ]
Red: Ah. Yes.
Herbie: Thank you.
[ Red gives Sue a kiss on the cheek ]
Herbie: Okay. Uh, w-what? This is literally everything I’ve been asking for. How did you get your hands on this so fast?
Siya: Fast hands, I guess.
Red: Thank you for stopping by, Siya. Tell the boss hello for me.
[ Another kiss for Sue ]
Siya: Will do.
[ Door opens ]
Red: Okay. Well, have at it, Herbie.
[ Door closes ]
Red: I’ve got a 10 a.m. train back to Penn Station.
Herbie: Okeydokey. I’ll see you later.
Red: Perhaps I could leave this [ Sue ] with you.
Herbie: Ooh. No. I was thinking you’d just take that back to New York.
Red: Okay.
[ Turns toward door ]
Herbie: No, no, no. No, no. I got her. I got her. I got her. I got her.
[ Red hands off Sue to Herbie ]
Herbie: [ To Sue ] Come here.

 
[ Interrogation room. Ressler talks to an Ex-con ]
Ex-con: I despise that judge. There wasn’t a day I didn’t sit in my cell fantasizing about all the ways I could get to her as soon as I got out.
Ressler: And it just so happens that you were released the week she was killed.
Ex-con: Yeah. It’s called good behavior. I went straight to Vegas to marry my girl. Here.
[ Shows some photos on his phone ]
Ex-con: Ain’t she pretty? [ Sighs ] Those are time- and date-stamped, by the way. I got a marriage certificate, an invoice from the Flamingo. We got up to a, uh, lot of marital business in that hotel room, I can promise you that.
Ressler: We’re gonna need to see hard copies of – all of this.
Ex-con: Yeah, I bet you will.
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[ In a different interrogation room, Siya interviews Anton Johnston ]
Anton Johnston: Judge Dockery gave me my life back, bravely defying those who wished to see me punished for a crime I didn’t commit. She offered me a fair trial in what can be a very unfair world. I was devastated by the news of her death. I was hoping to work with her more in the future.
Siya: Right. You, um, intersected with Judge Dockery after you were acquitted?
Anton Johnston: I launched a legal justice foundation after my acquittal and asked Judge Dockery to join the board.
Siya: Did she accept your offer?
Anton: She couldn’t, for professional ethics reasons. She was a brilliant legal mind. It really is such a profound tragedy.
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[ Ressler next interviews a Trophy Wife ]
Ressler: You lost everything when your husband got locked up. Houses, cars, country-club memberships. Now, who’s to blame for that?
Trophy Wife: Him. My husband’s to blame, the moron. He did the insider trading. And I thought he was watching pοrn all those nights in his office. Turns out he was being naughty in a much less interesting way.
Ressler: [ Clears throat ] Where were you on the 8th?
Trophy Wife: A charity gala. It was a pity invite from my friend Talia. She keeps saying I should get back out there, but how can I trust a man ever again? Call Talia. She’ll tell you I was with her. I was crying in the Atherton Club ladies’ room like it was prom night or something.
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[ Siya next interviews a Dentist ]
Siya: And did you blame the judge for the loss of your dental practice after the malpractice conviction?
Dentist: [ Chuckles ] Yeah, but, honestly, I’m glad I got stopped. At first, it was a little defrauding the insurers on a bill or two, but it spun out of control. Unnecessary fillings. Root canals. I couldn’t stop myself. Getting convicted in Judge Dockery’s court changed my path for the better. I’m on a more – authentic journey now.
Siya: And on the 8th?
Dentist: Oh, I-I was at an ayahuasca ceremony led by native Shipibo healers. An intention reset. Highly recommend.
Siya: Right.

 
[ Siya knocks on Ressler’s door ✽✽ ]
Siya: Hey.
Ressler: That was a bust. What is that now – 11 interviews? Nobody seems to have had it in for the Judge or even been in the area that night.
Siya: Right now it feels like this case is exactly as it appears to be.
Ressler: Occam’s razor.
Siya: The Judge led us directly to her killer, Bruno Jr.
[ Siya’s cellphone buzzes «»»»» ]
Siya: [ Answering ] Hello.
Herbie: Siya. Hey, it’s Herbie. Um, you said to call if I needed anything.
Siya: Yeah, of course. What is it?
Herbie: I just made my way through the files. There is something you gotta see.
Siya: Be right there.

 
[ Herbie’s apartment ] [ Rhythmic knocking ✽-✽✽-✽ ] [ Herbie lets Siya in ]
Herbie: [ Softly ] Shh. I finally got her asleep. Judge Dockery couldn’t have typed “Bruno” on her laptop.
Siya: What?
Herbie: [ Whispering ] I said the Judge couldn’t have typed the name “Bruno” because her spinal cord was severed.
Siya: [ Mishearing ] “A cold from severe weather”?
Herbie: Her spinal cord was severed. The cause of death was strangulation, and, of course, spinal-cord transection from a stab wound is fairly rare, so no one would have paid much attention to that injury. But after getting stabbed, Dockery couldn’t have moved a finger, much less her whole body. She would have been paralyzed instantly.
Siya: I’m still having trouble hearing you.
Herbie: [ Loudly ] So the Judge would have been paralyzed!
Siya: [ Laughs ]
Herbie: Oh. Ha, ha, ha. Oh, that’s very funny. Very–
[ Baby crying❗]
Herbie: Oh, God. Oh, I can’t wait till Mommy gets back to deal with her demon spawn. Right, cutie? Yes. Okay. Daddy’s here. All right. Okay.
[ Siya makes a call ] [ Line ringing ✨]
Cooper: [ Answers on speakerphone ] Cooper.
Siya: Hi. It’s me. Herbie was right to be skeptical. Turns out Judge Dockery couldn’t have typed her killer’s name. It would have been medically impossible.
[ Sue cries❗in background ]
Ressler: So someone intentionally put Junior in the frame for the killing.
Cooper: 10-4, Siya. Let’s arrange a prison visit with Bruno Sr., see if he has any idea who that somebody might be.

 
[ A federal prison ] [ Paul Bruno, Sr is brought in wearing handcuffs ]
Paul Bruno, Sr: Ohh. Look. It’s the Feds. This must be my birthday.
Ressler: Easy. I come in peace. Here to talk about your son.
Bruno, Sr: Oh, my son? The son you got locked up for no good reason.
Ressler: Oh, like killing the judge who finally put you away for good?
Bruno, Sr: Junior didn’t kill nobody. Not that you stronzi care about the truth.
Ressler: Hmm, well, that’s where you’re wrong. We think your son might have been framed.
Bruno, Sr: Oh, you don’t say. Gonna try to convince me the Pope’s Catholic next? This is what I’ve been telling these people since they picked up my boy. He’s innocent!
Ressler: Then tell me. Who would have wanted to set him up for this murder?
Bruno, Sr: I’ve been trying to figure it out myself. Because once I do–
Ressler: What about your rivals?
Bruno, Sr: I made peace with the Decanios and Tortorellas before I went in.
Ressler: So nobody but your son had motive?
Bruno, Sr: Look, if we were gonna whack the Judge, don’t you’d think we would have done it before she sent us up the river? Sure, we kept eyes on her, but only because people make mistakes. A lady like her makes a mistake – Scores some blow, kicks a puppy in the belly – [ chuckles ] Whatever. And maybe we got ourselves grounds for a mistrial.
Ressler: Did she make a mistake?
Bruno, Sr: I don’t know about that. She definitely had secrets.
Ressler: Such as? Look, if your son didn’t do this, I need to be able to prove it.
Bruno, Sr: The Judge had a lover. She was real wrapped up when she died. My son and his crew said they saw her go into the Sussex Hotel a couple of times a week. Come out later with a smile on her face. Wasn’t because of the lunch special, if you catch my drift.

 
[ Indistinct conversations ] [ Radio chatter ]
[ Ressler is with an evidence team working at Judge Dockery’s home. Detective Patrick Fleming shows up ]
Detective Fleming: We processed this scene already – thoroughly! Don’t you guys have anything better to do with your time than undermine me and my team? Catch some criminals maybe?
Ressler: Look, we’re on the same side here, buddy.
Fleming: Right, “buddy”– The side that has Bruno Jr. In jail awaiting trial for the murder he committed.
Siya: We believe Judge Dockery may have been in a relationship at the time of her death.
Fleming: Nope. We worked that angle. There was no relationship. Did you actually find any evidence?
Siya: Not yet.
Fleming: That’s because if there was anything, we’d have found it.
Female Agent: Ressler, I think you should see this.
Ressler: I guess you didn’t find that. Tell me those are personal letters.
Female Agent: Unfortunately, no. Seems like standard work-related correspondence and financial documents. Except for this.
Siya: [ Reading ] “You’re going to pay for what you allowed to happen in your courtroom, letting a murderer walk free while our Emma, with all that promise, is all but forgotten. Her disappearance will not go unanswered, nor will your part in it. I will not rest until you get what you deserve. Watch yourself.” So, not a love letter, then?
Ressler: He sounds like an angry guy. Signed by a Frederick Moody. Just a couple weeks before the Judge was killed.
Siya: Emma Moody. That was one of the Judge’s cases we looked at. I spoke to the accused myself, Anton Johnston. He was exonerated and started a legal fund. Maybe Moody was overwhelmed with grief and decided it was time to punish somebody.
Detective Fleming: I worked with Judge Dockery a lot. She got threats all the time. Par for the course. I doubt that means anything.
Ressler: Either way, we’re gonna pay Mr. Moody a visit.

 
[ At the New York City Public Bath where Red has been staying on-and-off, he is on the phone ]
Red: [ On phone ] Like I said, I don’t care what it costs.
Robert Vesco: [ Calling out ] Raymond! Where are you?
Red: [ To Vesco ] I’m in here! [ To person on phone ] We need that equipment to finish construction on schedule. No more delays. Am I making myself clear? Good. Thank you. [ To Vesco ] I was just headed out.
Vesco: Uh, we need to talk.
Red: Okay.
Vesco: I had a meeting with a man who calls himself Wujing.
Red: And?
Vesco: And he had some curious things to say about you.
Red: Most people do.
Vesco: He said you were working with the Feds. No. Wait. It sounded more like– you were working for the Feds, that you were hand-delivering our colleagues to them like cheese puffs on a silver platter – and that I was one of those puffs and that you had had me hand-delivered to prison.
Red: And what did you have to say to that?
Vesco: Well, I told him I didn’t buy it. But he seemed pretty convinced. So convinced, in fact, that he’s spending every waking moment searching for evidence of your supposed arrangement with the government. And when he has it, he will come for you with the gleeful assistance of all the criminals you’ve served up to the FBI over the years. That’s crazy, right?
Red: Hm. Please.
[ Red motions to Vesco to sit down ]

 
[ Siya and Ressler sit at the kitchen table of Frederick and Janice Moody, the parents of Emma Moody. Anton Johnston, who was interviewed by Siya, was acquitted of Emma’s murder with Judge Dockery presiding ]
Frederick Moody: Yep. I sent that letter. So what?
Ressler: You wrote that Judge Dockery was going to pay for what she did.
Janice Moody: He didn’t mean it like that. He was just blowing off steam.
Frederick: You ever lose someone, Agent?
Siya: You threatened a judge.
Frederick: Judge Dockery didn’t care about justice. She let that spoiled rich monster who took our daughter walk.
Siya: You’re referring to Anton Johnston?
Frederick: Emma’s hair and DNA were found in his car. He claimed he just gave her a ride to meet a friend at a bar, but we know he was lying.
Janice: Because Emma never showed up at that bar. Because he did something to her.
Siya: In his testimony, Mr. Johnston didn’t deny that your daughter was in his car. They had offices in the same building, and he offered Emma a ride so she didn’t have to walk in a downpour.
Ressler: All of which can be confirmed by a text she sent to her friend.
Frederick: So where is she then? [ Scoffs ] You’re just like every other tool of the injustice system. “Reasonable doubt.” Ha! What about common sense? She was in his car and now she’s gone! It’s no wonder people feel they’re better off taking things into their own hands.
Siya: Is that what you did, Mr. Moody?
Ressler: Where were you the night the Judge Dockery was murdered?
Janice: He was with me.
Ressler: Can anyone else verify that?
Janice: [ Sighs ] I wore this necklace throughout the trial. Emma had an identical one. It was our thing. A little joke between us. We bought them at a street fair. Emma always said I should have gotten my own name, but there wasn’t a “Janice” necklace on the rack, so I picked her name. Just like I did when she was a baby. [ Crying ] Oh, God. My baby.
[ Frederick puts his arm around his wife ]
Frederick: You both happy now?
[ On a sideboard there is a photo of the bloom of a calla lily ]
Ressler: I’m sorry. Where did you get that flower from?
Janice: It’s from a bouquet I found on the nightstand in Emma’s apartment after she disappeared. It reminds me of when she wasn’t missing. When she was full of life, had a huge career ahead of her. She wanted to be a public defender.
[ Ressler picks up the framed photo ]
Janice: It’s ironic, isn’t it? She believed in the power of the law to change people’s lives.
[ Siya walks over and looks at the photo ]
Siya: Weren’t flowers similar to this found at the Judge’s murder scene?
Ressler: Mr. Moody, don’t leave town. In the meantime, though, we’re gonna need to borrow this.

 
[ The war room at the Post Office ]
Siya: These are definitely calla lilies. This one looks the same, but I’m not absolutely sure. Why don’t we ask Herbie to examine it? He seems to have a wide range of forensic expertise.
Cooper: Give him a call.
Siya: [ On phone ] Hello, Herbie. This is Siya.
[ Herbie is wearing a headband and doing specialized exercises ]
Herbie: [ Loudly ] Hey! Siya. This is Herbie.
Siya: I know. I just said, “Hello, Herbie.” Hold on. I’m putting you on speaker so the rest of the team can join.
Herbie: Team? What team?
Cooper: Hello, Herbie. This is Harold. I’m an associate of Siya’s. We’re here with another member of our team, Donald.
Herbie: Wow. You guys are all working the Dockery case?
Cooper: We are.
Herbie: Cool. Wow.
Cooper: Thank you for that analysis of Judge Dockery’s injuries. There have been some other developments in the case we’d like your expertise on if possible.
Herbie: Yeah, sure thing. Um, I’m headed out to practice right now. Finally getting a little break from the kid. A little foosball.
Ressler: I’m– [ Chuckles ] I’m sorry. Uh, foosball? It’s something you need to practice?
Herbie: When you’re preparing for a tournament, you do.
Ressler: So there’s foosball tournaments, huh?
Herbie: Yes, it’s not just fraternity parties and sports bars. You know what? I’m getting a little tired of the constant dismissal of the sport, quite frankly.
Siya: I’d imagine you are.
Cooper: Anyway, Herbie, we’ve zeroed in on a case Judge Dockery was presiding over a few months before she was killed – The disappearance and presumed murder of Emma Moody. Emma’s father, Frederick Moody, threatened the Judge for letting the defendant, Anton Johnston, go free. Moody’s alibi isn’t rock-solid, but, more importantly, we found a flower in his daughter’s possession that she had right before she disappeared. And this flower looks very much like those that we found at the Dockery murder scene. Do you think you can confirm that they’re the same?
Herbie: Can you send me a photo of the new flower?
Siya: Okay. Photo on the way.
Cooper: When we spoke with Anton Johnston, did he mention any threats after the acquittal? Maybe Moody also tried to intimidate him.
Siya: He didn’t mention it. Johnston credited the Judge with giving him his life back after being wrongly accused. They crossed paths at a charity event after the trial. He seemed genuinely dismayed by her murder, offered to help in any way he could.
Cooper: Let’s take him up on that offer.
Herbie: Hey, these are definitely the same species of lily as the ones from the crime scene. But there’s more than that. They’re – weird. Siya, did you take that photograph using a filter?
Siya: No. Why?
Herbie: I mean, obviously, you can get calla lilies from most grocery stores or florists, but these have, like, a unique shimmer. It’s like they were sprayed with something or some chemical process interfered with their development, which that would be super unusual. And I– I need to run some tests to be sure, but they definitely seem to come from the same source. Can I physically examine the lily from the Moodys? Not right now, of course.
Ressler: Oh. Because of foosball.
Herbie: Victory never sleeps.
Siya: We’ll have the specimen ready for you after your return.
[ Call ends ]
Ressler: [ Sighs ] A forensics nerd who plays competitive foosball.
Siya: Who also happens to be happily married to a super-hot punk-rock singer.
Ressler: [ Chuckles ] Well, that confirms it. I’m definitely doing it wrong.
Cooper: How about you two drop that flower sample off at Herbie’s on your way to Anton Johnston’s residence? Maybe Moody also sent him some poison-pen letters.

 
[ Anton Johnston’s mansion ] [ A beautiful young woman named Paige is being shown around by Anton ]
Paige: Wow! [ Chuckles ] What a gorgeous piece of property you have here! Again, I’m so sorry my meeting went long and we had to sit in traffic, but I am certain I will find a way to make it up to you later. [ She kisses him lightly on the cheek ][ Chuckles ]
Anton: I don’t care how we spend the time as long as it’s together.
Paige: [ Gasps ] Oh, this is gorgeous.
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[ A short while later ]
Paige: [ Gasps ] Ohh. This place really is magnificent.
Anton: Thank you. It was my father’s. I spent my formative years at a boarding school in New Hampshire, so I’ve only recently become reacquainted with the property since my inheritance of it.
Paige: Is it strange to be back here as an adult?
Anton: It’s what my father would have wanted.
Paige: And what about your mother?
Anton: Passed away, as well.
Paige: Oh. I’m sorry.
Anton: Don’t be. She was rarely in the picture. Very much a career type.
[ Both chuckle nervously ]
Anton: Uh, what I mean is she put her job first. My mother was a true workaholic. It’s what led to her untimely death, I’m certain of it.
[ Anton removes the cork from a bottle of whiskey, sniffs it, pours the liquid into tumblers ]
Anton: I’m just grateful you managed to get some time off to be with me now.
Paige: Mm–
Anton: A toast.
Paige: [ Chuckles ]
Anton: To – stolen moments.
[ Glasses click ] [ They kiss ]
Both: Mm– Mmm–
[ Both chuckle ]
Both: Mmm.
[ Paige tastes the liquor ]
Paige: Mmm. Waxed leather. Musk.
Anton: Hm?
Paige: [ Giggles ] Mushrooms. Perhaps a note of blue cheese?
Anton: I like a woman who doesn’t mind a little decay in her single malt.
Paige: This is old. Very old.
Anton: Seventy-five years. It’s Macdonell.
Paige: Ohh! [ Laughs ] I never thought I would have the opportunity to try some. What, at a paltry $30,000 a bottle?
Anton: Mm. To thrill you, so it’s worth every penny.
Paige: [ Sighs ] What a beautiful garden. Do you have help with– Do you have–
[ Anton takes the glass from her and places it on the bar as she passes out into his arms. He scoops up her unconscious body and carries her into the bedroom, placing her on the bed ]
[ Doorbell rings✨]

 
[ Anton answers the door. It’s Ressler and Siya ]
Anton: Oh. What a surprise. Nice to see you again. Agent – Malik. I believe it was? And, uh?
Ressler: Agent Ressler. You mind if we come in?
Anton: Now’s not a great time, to be honest.
Siya: We only need a few minutes.
[ Doors close ]
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[ When they get to the bar, Siya notices the unfinished drinks ]
Siya: Somebody here with you?
Anton: N-No, no. Those are from last night. I’ve neglected to tidy up. Forgive me. So– how can I be of service?
Siya: Some new evidence has come to light regarding the murder of Judge Dockery.
Anton: About the Bruno son?
Ressler: We’d actually like to ask you about the father of Emma Moody.
Anton: Ah. Frederick Moody. Terrifying individual. I-I feel for him, of course, but–
Siya: You two crossed paths?
Anton: More than cross. It may not be noted in trial coverage, but Moody savagely attacked me after the not-guilty verdict. Took three bailiffs to pull him off. He seemed to have a serious problem controlling his rage.
Siya: Has he threatened you since the trial?
Anton: I think there were one or two angry letters. I just ignored them. Wait. Do we think he killed Ali?
Siya: I didn’t realize you were on such intimate terms with Judge Dockery.
Anton: Uh, w-what do you mean?
Siya: “Ali”? Nicknames are usually reserved for people in one’s inner circle. How close exactly were the two of you?
[ Ressler looks out the glass panels to the outside and sees a lawn bordered by rows of calla lilies. He heads outside ]
Anton: Hey, hey! Where’s– Where are you going?
Siya: How close were you and Judge Dockery?
Anton: Okay. Fine. [ Sighs ] For a brief time, Ali and I were – romantically involved.
Siya: Why didn’t you tell me this before?
Anton: I kept quiet about it after her death because she– She would have hated anyone finding out. It would cast a salacious pall over what was a storied judgeship. A judge and a former defendant? Protecting her reputation was the least I could do after all she had done for me.
[ Woman groans ] [ Thud ]
Siya: I thought you said you were alone.
Anton: [ Chuckles nervously ]
Siya: Go. Let’s go.

 
[ Ressler’s line ringing 🔆🔆]
Ressler: [ Answers ] Agent Ressler.
Herbie: Hey. It’s Herbie. Siya wasn’t picking up, so I asked Red if I could get your number.
Ressler: Not a good time, Herbie.
Herbie: Wait. I-I have information on your flowers. The shimmer. It’s unique because the nitrogen content is off the charts. Nitrogen alters leaf reflectance and color, so much so that you could spot it from above a tree canopy if you had a drone or if you had–
Ressler: Still not a good ti–
Herbie: The really important part is that nitrogen content that high can only come from one source. One probable source anyway. If the field tests in the Amazon are correct – and I have no reason to believe they aren’t–
Ressler: Cut to the chase!
Herbie: Decomposing bodies.
Ressler: W-What?
Herbie: Vegetation with this unique iridescence is grown on or near remains – Human remains.

 
[ Anton and Siya enter the bedroom ]
Anton: This, uh– It’s not what it looks like.
[ Paige breathing sharply ]
Siya: [ To Paige ] Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Are you okay? [ To Anton ] Back against the wall!
[ Siya holds her gun with one hand but reaches to check Paige with the other ]
Siya: Hey– You’re okay.
[ Anton jumps Siya ] [ Siya grunting ] [ He tries to choke her, but she elbows him; he breaks away and runs ]
Siya: Ressler!
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[ Anton runs downstairs toward the door. Ressler steps out, pointing his gun ]
Ressler: Not another step.

 
[ An interrogation room ]
Siya: We’re digging up the plot under that flower garden of yours. Three women’s bodies so far. Emma Moody, a television executive who went missing eight months ago, and another body that appears to be that of your mother.
Anton Johnston: She was overseas frequently, and my father wasn’t exactly the “throw the ball around the yard” type, so she decided to send me away to boarding school, which left him alone, abandoned, spiraling into depression until he eventually took his own life.
Ressler: And you blamed your mother for that, didn’t you?
Anton: “Mother”? She doesn’t merit the honorific. She only ever cared about herself. She didn’t even come home when my father passed. She had – “business” in England. Business that was tall and dark and handsome.
Siya: Is that why you killed her? Buried her body on the property?
Anton: Decomposing in that garden was the only time that woman ever nurtured anything.
Ressler: But killing your mother, it didn’t stop your pain or your anger.
Siya: So you began to target other women who reminded you of her, women you courted with the very flowers you grew in your morbid little death plot. Women like Emma Moody.
Ressler: And Judge Dockery.
Anton: No! No. Ali was different.
Ressler: Different how?
Anton: Ali was the first woman who ever saw me for who I am and loved me unconditionally, the polar opposite of my mother. She– She was my c-cure, my salvation. She– She was my person.
Siya: And yet– you murdered her.
Anton: I had no choice.

[ Flashback: ]
[ Anton Johnston is in bed with Judge Alice Dockery ]
Anton: I’m gonna rinse off and then I’m going to make you the best shrimp scampi you have ever had.
Alice Dockery: [ Laughs ]
[ Kiss ]
Anton: I love you.
Dockery: Mm. I love you.
[ Kiss ]
Dockery: Hm.
Anton: [ Chuckles ]
[ Anton gets up ]
Anton: Ahh– [ Looks back at her ] [ Chuckles ]
[ Anton leaves ]
[ Judge Dockerty’s cellphone buzzes «»» beep🔅]
Dockery: [ On phone ] This better be important. I’m–
[ Shower heard running in distance ]
Dockery: Oh. It got moved up to tomorrow? Okay. Yeah. Hold on. I just want to write this down. Yeah, okay. I’m just– I’m looking for a pen.
[ Dockery can’t find a pen. She opens the drawer of the nightstand and reaches inside, but instead of finding a pen, she finds a necklace with a nameplate that says “Emma” ~ just like the one that Janice Moody said she wore that matched her daughter’s ]
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[ Anton returns to the bedroom from his shower ]
Anton: I was thinking we could open the Montrachet Grand Cru. Ali? Where’d you go?
[ Anton walks over to the open drawer of the nightstand and sees the “Emma” necklace lying inside and realizes Dockery must have seen it ]
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[ Back in her study, Dockery looks frantically for the file about the Emma Moody murder; she finds it and opens it. She sees a photo of Emma wearing the same very necklace ]
Judge Dockery: Oh, no. [ Gasps ] Oh, no.

Anton: At that point, there was nothing I could say.

[ Dockery turns around in her study to see Anton ]
Dockery: [ Gasps ] Stay away from me! Don’t come any closer! You were in a relationship with Emma Moody! What did you do to that poor girl?
[ Anton grabs Dockery by the neck, choking her, and then lifts and plunges a knife into the back of her neck ] [ Dockery falls to the floor ]

Anton: Even at the end – I could see it in her eyes. She still loved me.

[ Dockery lies on the floor, her blank eyes staring ]

Anton: [ Sadly ] But once you lose trust in a relationship – you can never get it back.

[ Anton lifts Dockery’s hand and presses her finger to type “BRUNO” on her laptop ]

 
[ Cooper’s office ] [ Knock on door ✽ ✽ ]
Ressler: Agent Malik is transferring Johnston to be arraigned now.
Cooper: Good work on this one.
Ressler: Herbie, too. Without his help, we may never have found all those bodies that Johnston creep buried in his garden.
Cooper: Reddington was right about Herbie’s forensic know-how.
Ressler: He’s a weird guy, but he’s good at what he does. Now, speaking of Reddington, we still don’t know why the Freelancer was broken out of prison. And Wujing – what’s up with him? He’s a seriously bad guy, and he’s still out there, by the way.
Cooper: Reddington says he’s got something brewing. So, for now, we take him at his word.
Ressler: It’s not his word I’m worried about.

 
[ Vesco meets again with Wujing ]
Vesco: All right. I confronted Reddington with the information you shared with me. And do you know what that snake weasel reprobate did? Instead of denying it, he actually confessed. He has been working with the Feds for years. Just like you said. A secret task force just for him. Hm. It’s even named after him, that preening egomaniac. Ahh – When I pressed him for the truth, the floodgates flew open. He’s sitting there, calm as Kool-Aid, saying, “Robert, my dear friend, certainly you understand.” Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I said, “No, I don’t.” Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. “No, I don’t understand at all.” [ Sighs ] And to think – I trusted that man with my life. Well, fool me once–
Wujing: [ Leaning forward ] Betrayal is a sin that shouldn’t go unpunished. Don’t you agree?
Vesco: As much as it pains me to say it, yes. But it doesn’t pain me. It doesn’t pain me at all! When do we start?

 
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