The Blacklist Declassified

Brief (Where we’re at):

Red’s former mentor and friend, Robert Vesco (Blacklister #8), has been approached by Wujing (Blacklister #84) who escaped from prison with help from Red’s former lawyer, Marvin Gerard (Blacklister #80). After being compelled to commit suicide or face Red’s wrath over Marvin’s masterminding the murder of Elizabeth Keen, Marvin orchestrated a final act of revenge. He told Wujing that Red was working with the FBI, and gave him a list of Blacklisters Red had betrayed. Wujing told Vesco this, assuming Vesco would want to join the effort to bring down Red. After confronting Red with Wujing’s accusations, Vesvo returned to Wujing to tell him he was ‘all in’ in his plot to take revenge on Red.

 
🔴 Episode 10:6 Dr Laken Perillos, Part 2: 🎯 EW Recap ¤ 🌅 Photo Gallery ¤ 🎹 Music Videos ¤ 📒 Script

 
[ An infirmary in a women’s penitentiary ]
[ Dr Laken Perillos (Blacklister #70), who is an inmate, is kneading the back of a female inmate named Rutherford. Perillos’ birth name is Kayla Banks ]
Rutherford: [ Moaning ] That’s it. That’s it! [ Loudly ] Oh! Oh!
Dr Laken Perillos: Easy, Rutherford. Just breathe through it.
Rutherford: Oh, I haven’t screamed like that since they let my Betty out back in ’04. You some kind of witch or something, Banks?
Dr Perillos: No, but I’ve been called much worse.
Rutherford: Oh. [ Chuckles ]
Dr Perillos: What you really need is an updated pain management regimen. When’s the next time you’ll see your oncologist?
Rutherford: Couple of months? You know how hard it is to get out here and see a doctor. I’ll give you three fried wraps if you do me again tomorrow. [ Laughs ]
Warden: Patient charts are off-limits to other inmates, Banks.
Dr Perillos: I’m a doctor.
Warden: Not anymore. And I won’t warn you again.
Dr Perillos: You wouldn’t have to if these women had decent access to care. If the prison invested in just three mobile telehealth portals, these women could meet with doctors when their conditions are still manageable. The technology allows for X-rays, family history, all with the push of a button, and without any of my former colleagues having to step foot in the scary, scary prison.
Warden: I’ve read your proposals, inmate. Report to the loading bay in B wing.
Dr Perillos: I have more to do here.
Warden: Well, that’s too bad, ’cause it’s your lucky day. Some nonprofit came through with the funding for the machines. Seeing as you were so enthusiastic about the project, I assigned you to run them. They’re being delivered now. I think the words you’re looking for are “thank you.”

 
[ The loading bay ] [ Buzzer, door opens ]
[ Techs have unloaded the mobile telehealth portals ]
Tech: Who’s going to be operating these?
Warden: She will.
Dr Perillos: [ Mouths words “Thank you” ]
Warden: How long is this going to take?
Tech: We’ll just get these switched on, then we’ll start training.
Dr Perillos: These are going to help a lot of women, Warden.
Warden: Don’t make me regret this, Banks.
Tech: All right, good to go.
[ One of the “techs” is actually Zhang Wei, right hand man of Wujing. Zhang Wei shoots the security guards and the Warden ]
[ Gunshots 💥💥💥💥 ]
— Aah!
[ The Warden is only wounded ]
Warden: [ Groaning ] No, please! [ Gunshot 💥 ] [ Body thuds ]
Zhang Wei: Dr. Perillos? My employer would like a word.

 
[ The New York City Baths building where Red has taken up residence and is trying to renovate the place ]
Red: [ On phone ] No, no, no. Antonio, I’m sorry, it’s either a rush job or it’s gonna take another six weeks. It can’t be both. And I swear, if it’s Bumblebee Yellow instead of Sunspot as agreed, then you and the entire local are going to be on your own the next negotiation. My best to Ludamilla.

 
[ The Post Office war room ]
Ressler: Hey, welcome back. You feeling better?
Dembe: Much better. Though I don’t imagine I will be having soft-shell crab again anytime soon.
Ressler: Most people blame the seafood, but, uh, 9 times out of 10, it’s the unwashed greens that get you. What? It’s true.
Dembe: Where’s Malik?
Ressler: I dunno. She’s been closing out the office, going over old case files. Maybe the late nights got her.
Cooper: Speaking of old case files, I just got off the phone with the Bureau of Prisons. Inmate Kayla Banks escaped FCI Hazelton late yesterday afternoon.
Dembe: Kayla Banks, as in – Dr. Laken Perillos.
Cooper: Two men disguised as delivery workers smuggled a weapon into the facility. Two correctional officers and the warden were killed.

[ Flashback: ]
[ Dr Perillos’ specialty is “pain management,” as in torture. In Episode 8:10, she subjected both Dembe and Red to excruciating ordeals ]
Dr Perillos: Maybe you’ll feel this.
Dembe: Aah! [ Groans ]

Dembe: Surveillance?
Cooper: Not yet. BoP said the cameras went down shortly before the escape. Malik is headed to the prison to review the physical evidence now. She was still here when I got in this morning.
Ressler: The timing isn’t a coincidence. First the Freelancer, and now Perillos?
Cooper: You think Wujing is behind the escape?
Ressler: I think he’s targeting former Blacklisters, building an army to go after Reddington. I know that’s what I would do.
[ Dembe’s cell phone buzzing «»»»»; It’s a call from “Soren”; Dembe doesn’t pick up ]
Cooper: If you’re right, and Wujing did break out the most dangerous torturer on the Blacklist–
Dembe: He’s planning on using her services.
Ressler: The only question is, who’s he planning to use them on?
Cooper: I’ll coordinate with the Bureau of Prisons and local PD. You two find out everything you can about the medical supply company and the vehicle used in the escape.
Ressler: Yes, sir.
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[ Dembe’s cell phone buzzing «»»»» ]
Dembe: Hello?
Soren: Dembe?
Dembe: You’re not supposed to be calling me, Soren.
Soren: I know, I know, and I’m sorry, but this is an emergency, Dembe.
Dembe: I don’t work for Raymond anymore. Whatever this is, you need to take it up with him.
Soren: I can’t, Dembe. I– I lost the manifests for the shipments out of Corfu. I have 22 containers that have to move today and no idea where to send them.
Dembe: Reach out to Fabrizio. He should be able to get you a replacement manifest.
Soren: If I do that, he’ll tell Reddington!
Dembe: And?
Soren: And– And– I’ve had a few slipups lately. If Reddington hears about this, who knows what he’ll do. You have to help me, Dembe.
Dembe: I don’t know what I can do. It’s been years since I’ve been involved in Raymond’s operations.
Soren: You have forgotten more about Reddington’s shipping business than I ever knew. Just come to the port and look at the manifests. Please, if anyone can figure where this junk is supposed to go, it’s you. Look, I didn’t want to bring it up, but you remember that night outside Bratislava?
Dembe: The power plant?
Soren: If I hadn’t come back for you, you never would have walked out of the building, and I would’ve never caught a kilo of shrapnel in my leg.
Dembe: Soren, I–
Soren: Dembe, please. I’m begging you. Come to the port. You’ll never hear from me again.
Dembe: I’ll see what I can do.

 
[ Door opens ] [ Footsteps approach ]
[ Wujing is pouring tea. Dr Perillos walks in ]
Dr Perillos: You must be Wujing.
Wujing: Dr. Perillos.
Dr Perillos: So, is Wujing a first name, or are we dealing with a Cher, Prince, Beyonce situation?
Wujing: [ Chuckles ] Please. Join me.
Dr Perillos: I appreciate what you did to get me out, and the costume change.
Wujing: I spent 10 years in a cage, Dr. Perillos. After I escaped, the first thing I wanted was a private shower and a new suit.
Dr Perillos: You do know how to make a girl feel special. Though you should know, I’m not unaccustomed to receiving favors from strangers.
Wujing: Ah. But you and I are not strangers. Hmm. Before I was incarcerated, I studied you and your techniques. I was an admirer.
Dr Perillos: Oh, goody. A fan.
Wujing: [ Chuckles ]
Dr Perillos: Now, are you going to tell me why you brought me here or not?
Wujing: Before my escape from prison, I was briefly held with a man named Marvin Gerard, Raymond Reddington’s lawyer. According to Gerard, Raymond Reddington has spent the past decade working in partnership with the FBI. Now, before his death, Mr. Gerard provided me with a list of individuals imprisoned as a result of Reddington’s unholy union with the Bureau. I was the first. Would you like to know your number?

 
[ Dembe is in an office at the port, helping Soren figure out the destinations for the shipping containers ]
Dembe: Consumer electronics should go to Makar Wharf in the Philippines, which leaves MK Rialto?
Soren: Oh, that is fertilizer. No, no, no, the drone components.
Dembe: Are you sure?
Soren: Yes, yes, I’m sure.
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Dr Perillos: All this time, I assumed Reddington left me to die, but he didn’t. He– He fed me to the FBI.
Wujing: And now I’m offering you the opportunity to take your revenge. Reddington’s former body guard, Dembe Zuma. Or Agent Dembe Zuma, as he’s now known.
Dr Perillos: Dembe Zuma joined the FBI?
Wujing: You know him?
Dr Perillos: Apparently not as well as I thought.
Wujing: I believe Zuma to be a member of the special task force responsible for the FBI’s work with Reddington.
Dr Perillos: And you want me to help you prove it.
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Soren: That’s it. We’re finished.
Dembe: Already?
Soren: There’s one more thing. [ Laughs ] Wait. We should have a toast.
Dembe: Soren, I don’t drink. You know I don’t.
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Wujing: I need you to get Dembe Zuma to tell me everything he knows about Reddington’s relationship with the FBI, including the location of his task force.
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Dembe: Soren, what’s going on?
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Dr Perillos: Mr. Zuma is one of two men alive to have withstood my charms.
Wujing: Then I imagine you’ll be eager to take a second bite at the apple.
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Dembe: Soren?
Soren: He made me do it, Dembe. I had no choice.
Dembe: What did he make you do?
Soren: He has Mathilde. He has my girl!
⋘⋙
Dr Perillos: Do you have Dembe in custody?
Wujing: I will. Any moment.
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Dembe: Soren, what did you do?
[ Indistinct conversation ] [ Armed men are gathering outside ]
— Let’s go.
[ Dembe leaves out the back ]
Zhang Wei: Where is he?
Soren: Please. I did what you asked.
Zhang Wei: [ To the other operatives ] Go find him.
Soren: No, please. My daughter, please.
Zhang Wei: She’ll be fine.
Soren: Oh, thank you.
[ Zhang Wei 💥shoots💥 Soren ]
Soren: Oh! Oh! Aah!

 
[ Beeping 🔅🔅🔅 ] [ Dembe tries to make a call. His phone reads “Call Failed” ]
⋘⋙
[ The operatives search nearby buildings ] [ Speaking Mandarin ]
Operative: He went out the northwest alley.
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[ Dembe runs and comes to a chain link fence. He tosses his coat on the fence and climbs over it. The operatives appear ]
[ 💥💥💥 Gunfight 💥💥💥 ] [ Dembe is hit in the calf ]
⋘⋙
[ Dembe’s cell phone is still in his coat ] [ Cell phone «»»»» ]
⋘⋙
[ Dembe runs and loses his pursuers. He puts a new clip in his handgun ]
⋘⋙
Zhang Wei: [ To his operatives ] Fan out. Find him.

 
[ Dembe breaks in to a basement ] [ Glass⚡️shatters ]
[ Michael, a young boy 7 or 8 years old, is there ]
Michael: Hi.
[ Lia, Michael’s mother, comes down the stairs ]
Lia: Michael, I told you not to throw that baseball in the house.
[ Lia sees Dembe ]
Dembe: My name is Dembe Zuma. I’m a federal agent with the FBI. I need you both to listen to me very carefully.
⋘⋙
[ Zhang Wei comes across a trail of blood ]
Zhang Wei: [ In Mandarin, on walkie-talkie ] He’s bleeding.
⋘⋙
Dembe: Do you have any weapons in the house? Anything to defend yourself?
Lia: You mean like a gun? No.
Michael: What happened to your leg? Did you get shot?
Dembe: Yes.
Lia: Oh, my God.
Dembe: I want you to go in there and stay quiet until the police arrive. Do you understand?
[ Michael goes to a corner and grabs ~ a junior-size baseball bat ]
Lia: Michael.
Michael: [ To Dembe ] It’s lucky.
Dembe: Then you keep it.

 
[ Dembe follows Lia and Michael. They go into another room. Dembe finds a cell phone on a table. He dials 9-1-1 ]
Operator: 9-1-1, what is your address?
[ Bang ‼️]
Operator: 9-1-1, what is your address? Hello? Hello?
[ Dembe leaves the phone on the table ]
Operator: Is anyone there? I need your address. Hello? Is anyone there? Can anyone hear me?
[ Zhang Wei and the others have entered. Zhang Wei clicks off the phone ] [ Beep🔅 ]
[ Gunshots 💥💥]
Operative: [ In Mandarin ] Careful. They need him alive.
Operative #2: Relax. I’m empty anyway.
[ Dembe stands up ]
Operative #2: [ In English, pointing his gun at Dembe ] Hands up. Don’t move! I said, don’t move.
[ He throws handcuffs at Dembe ]
Operative #2: Put those on. I’m not going to tell you again.
Dembe: [ In Mandarin ] Or what?
[ Dembe grabs Operative #2’s gun, which he knows is empty ]
[ ⚡️‼️ Fist fight‼️⚡️]
[ Dembe is about to prevail, when Zhang Wei appears with Michael and Lia ]
Lia: Please don’t hurt him.
Zhang Wei: Put down the weapon.
Dembe: No.
[ Zhang Wei holds his gun to Michael’s head ]
Lia: [ Gasps ]
[ Dembe points his gun up under his own chin ]
Dembe: If you want me alive, let them go.
Zhang Wei: Tie them up in the bathroom. We have what we came for. Take him.

 
[ Dr Perillos torture chanber ] [ Monitors beeping 🔅🔅🔅 🔅🔅🔅]
[ Dembe is strapped to an examining table. He has electrodes fastened to his head and tubes in his arms for injecting him with anything Dr Perillos wants ]
Wujing: Welcome back, Agent Zuma. How lovely to see you again. I’ve spent quite a bit of time and effort trying to learn about you, Dembe, but I’ve found very little.
Dembe: What do you want?
Wujing: I want a lot of things, Agent Zuma, but for now, I’d most like to know how you went from being Raymond Reddington’s right hand to an agent in the FBI. On a secret task force, no less. I imagine that took some doing.
Dembe: Imagine all you want. I won’t tell you anything. Either of you.
Wujing: So you’ve heard the news about your old friend. Good. I’ll let the two of you get reacquainted.
Wujing [ In Mandarin ] Bring her in.
Dembe: [ Exhales, inhales deeply ]
[ Footsteps approach ]
Dr Perillos: Hello, Dembe. So good to see you.

 
[ Cooper’s office ]
Cooper: Anything from Malik at the prison?
Ressler: An exterior camera caught an angle of one of the attackers. Zhang Wei.
[ Ressler hands Cooper a photo ]
Cooper: So Wujing was behind Perillos’ escape.
Ressler: Yeah, but get this. We rang Zhang Wei’s photo against available CCTV cameras in the area. We got a shot of him from a few days ago. Look who we found him with.
Cooper: That’s Robert Vesco. You think Vesco is working with Wujing after Reddington broke him out and made him a fortune?
Ressler: Wouldn’t be the first time that Vesco turned on Reddington.
Cooper: I can see Vesco stealing from Reddington, but siding with a man like Wujing? Even considering everything those two have done to each other over the years, it seemed to me that, other than Dembe, Vesco was about the closest thing Reddington had to a friend.
[ Cooper’s cell phone chimes✨] [ A text says: “Ran into a complication. Little longer before I go” ]
Cooper: Put out an APB on the car from the photo. Maybe if we’re lucky, it’ll lead us to Perillos or Wujing himself.
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[ Cell phone chimes✨ ] [ Zhang Wei, who has Dembe’s phone, receives the response from Cooper: “Understood” ]
[ Zhang Wei calls Wujing ] [ Conversation in Mandarin ]
Zhang Wei: We’re clear.
Wujing: What do we know about Mr Cooper?
Zhang Wei: From their messages it appears Cooper runs the task force. It could take some doing, but we should be able to get to him in time.
Wujing: That shouldn’t be necessary. Dembe will tell us everything we need to know. Get rid of the phone before we pick up our friend. I don’t want it tracked.
[ Cell phone beeps🔅 ]

 
[ Dr Perillos’ torture chamber ]
Dembe: [ Groans ]
Perillos: It’s been over an hour. By now, the toxin has suffused every nerve ending in your body. Fortunately, I have a clever little medication to keep you from going into cardiac arrest. I suppose fortune is a matter of perspective, isn’t it? How did it work? Gerard said there was a deal, an immunity agreement. I wonder – did Reddington make sure to extend it to you? Or was he just looking out for himself?
Dembe: [ Praying in Arabic ]
Dr Perillos: So many questions to answer – and we will. Sooner or later, you’ll tell me everything Wujing wants to know about Reddington, his task force, its location. But I have to be honest, I don’t care much for the details. It’s you that interests me.
Dembe: Me?
Dr Perillos: You know, I’d never failed to break a man until you and Reddington. I have had quite some time to consider what made you so – impenetrable. Your sense of loyalty, your faith, your pride.
Dembe: You don’t know me.
Dr Perillos: Not nearly as well as I’d like to, no.
Dembe: [ Groans ]
Dr Perillos: Wujing thinks you joined the FBI at Reddington’s request. Do you want to know what I think? I think you left him because you were looking for something. Redemption? Absolution, maybe? That’s it, isn’t it? Ah. You walked away from Reddington to step into the light. My, my, my. Maybe our little chat actually had a real impact on you.
Dembe: [ Coughs ] It was a career choice. You had nothing to do with it.
Dr Perillos: Oh, I’m not looking for credit. I just want to understand. You knew you had to get away from Reddington, but you couldn’t bare to leave him entirely, so you did the next best thing – you joined the team supporting him. It’s sweet, in an utterly pathetic kind of way. Or maybe it just felt natural, leaving a corrupt, violent, White man for a corrupt, violent, White institution.
Dembe: I know the FBI’s history, thank you.
Dr Perillos: Come on, Dembe. Don’t you want to tell me all about the wonderful people on Reddington’s secret task force?
Dembe: I’m not going to tell you anything.
Dr Perillos: You love him, don’t you? Reddington. Despite all the pain he’s caused you, you love him. But here’s the thing about love, Dembe – it blinds us to the truth. Raymond Reddington can never be redeemed, and the longer you support him, the more you will allow him to inflict pain on the world. Tell me I’m wrong.
Dembe: [ Coughs ]
Dr Perillos: It’s time, Dembe. Time to end the lies, the deception, and the pain. It’s time to free yourself. To free yourself from Reddington, from the FBI, from everybody. All you have to do is tell me what I need to know. The task force – where is it?
Dembe: [ Groans ]

 
[ Wujing sits at a table in a room adjacent to Dr Perillos’ torture room. He is working on a jigsaw puzzle of a cat ]
[ Door opens ] [ Robert Vesco enters ]
Wujing: Thank you for coming, Robert. Please, have a seat.
Robert Vesco: So you like cats, huh?
Wujing: I like puzzles. I picked up the habit during my incarceration. It helps clear the mind.
Vesco: Eh, good for you. I’m still making wine in my toilet, myself.
Wujing: [ Chuckles ]
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Dr Perillos: How many others on the Reddington team?
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Vesco: So the breakout went according to plan?
Wujing: Yes, it did. Thanks to you. If you hadn’t gotten to that young man in prison IT, we never would have had a chance.
Vesco: You know, flattery will get you everywhere with me. Casualties?
Wujing: A few. I’m told it couldn’t be helped.
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Dr Perillos: There’s no point fighting, Dembe. Just tell me what I want to know, and I’ll let you rest.
[ Beeping 🔅🔅🔅 ]
Dembe: [ Gurgles ]
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Wujing: I’ve worked with many spies all my life, Mr. Vesco, but I’ve never met someone more capable of building and manipulating trust than you.
Vesco: I’m a con man. It’s what I do.
Wujing: It’s a gift. One that I’ll need again if we’re to succeed in bringing down Reddington.
Vesco: What do you have in mind?
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Dr Perillos: This could all end, Dembe. Just tell me, where can we find the task force?
[ Monitor beeping rapidly 🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅 ]
Dr Perillos: [ Sighs ]
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[ Dr Perillos walks into the room with Wujing and Vesco ]
Vesco: Hello, gorgeous.
Wujing: Dr. Perillos, how’s our guest?
Dr Perillos: [ Growls ] Unconscious. Not as strong as I remember, but still stubborn as a mule. [ Nods at Vesco ] Who’s he?
Wujing: The man who broke you out of prison. Robert Vesco.
Vesco: Charmed. Dembe Zuma? He’s your target?
Dr Perillos: You know him?
Vesco: I do. Wujing, it’s poetry. The man who arrested me is the same man who will help us finish Reddington once and for all.
[ Dembe glares at Vesco ]
[ Line ringing✨]

 
Dembe: [ On recording ] You’ve reached Dembe Zuma. I’m sorry I’m not available to take your call.
[ Red’s phone rings ☎️ ]
Red: Harold, what news of the good doctor?
Cooper: Nothing yet, though it would appear Wujing has partnered with Robert Vesco.
Red: Yes, I’m aware of Robert’s latest turn. I’ll deal with him in time.
Cooper: Deal with him whenever you like. At the moment, I have more pressing concerns. Have you heard from Dembe?
Red: No. Why do you ask?
Cooper: He asked for an hour this morning. Said he needed to help an associate of yours with a problem at the Port of Baltimore. He didn’t get into details, but it sounded like an emergency.
Red: If there was a problem at the port, the very last person any of my associates would turn to is Dembe. And if the problem was an emergency, I’d already know about it. When did you last hear from him?
Cooper: A text message, about an hour ago.
Red: Read it.
Cooper: “Ran into a complication. Little longer before I go.” Something about the message bothered me, and Dembe isn’t answering his phone.
Red: It’s the grammar. That’s what bothered you. Dembe hasn’t written an incomplete sentence since he learned to write.
Cooper: So someone else sent the message?
Red: It would seem so. Dr. Perillos was hired to extract information from Dembe before. It seems Wujing has offered her the chance to finish the job. Get your people to the port, Harold. We have to find Dembe, now.

 
[ Wujing raises a toast ]
Wujing: To Mr. Zuma.
Vesco: I’ll drink to almost anything, but I don’t feel quite right drinking to him.
Wujing: I believe Dembe Zuma is part of the FBI team collaborating with Reddington, and soon enough, Perillos will get him to reveal all the details of Reddington’s arrangement with the FBI. Most importantly, where they’re headquartered.
Vesco: And then?
Wujing: We raid it.
Vesco: A secure FBI facility?
Wujing: A necessary risk. If we are to finish Reddington, we’ll need powerful partners. And before they will agree to destroy a man who’s made them all very rich, we’ll need–
Vesco: Proof.
Wujing: Their documents will be heavily encrypted. But if we were to access them, we’ll require the assistance of a skilled computer engineer.
Vesco: Let me guess, you know a guy.
Wujing: Thanks to Marvin Gerard, yes. Bo Chang, or as he’s professionally known, the Troll Farmer.
Vesco: [ Chuckling ] The what?
Wujing: Another unfortunate victim of Reddington’s betrayal. He was released from prison 18 months ago. To date, Mr. Chang has rebuffed my overtures, which is why I need your powers of persuasion to convince him to join us.
Vesco: I just need to quickly attend to some obligations. It won’t take more than an hour, and then I’m all yours.
Wujing: My men have tracked him to a data center in Manilla. If we lose him there, it might be months before he resurfaces again, so I’m afraid your obligations will have to wait. We’re leaving now.
Vesco: So be it. I just hope you have an extra toothbrush and underwear. I prefer briefs.
Wujing: [ Chuckles ]

 
[ Wujing and Vesco walk toward a parked SUV. Wujing gets in ]
Vesco: [ Coughing ]
[ Vesco doubles over coughing. His hand slips into his coat pocket ]
Wujing: Are you all right, Robert?
[ Vesco gets into the SUB ]
Vesco: I’m fine. [ Coughs ]
[ Vesco holds up a cigar ]
Vesco: You mind?
Wujing: [ Frowning slightly ] Mm. [ To Zhang Wei ] Let’s go.

 
Dembe: [ Gasps, coughs ]
Dr Perillos: It’s amazing the things the body will do to move us away from our pain, but it always comes back. You remember why I started this line of work, don’t you, Dembe?
Dembe: Your mother?
Dr Perillos: A racist medical establishment doomed her to a life of pain. I spent every moment since trying to master it. I always assumed it’d take decades to end human suffering for good, but somewhere in the back of my head, I always hoped I could find a way to help ease her suffering. But thanks to you and Reddington, I’ll never get that chance. She died a year and a half after I went to prison, alone and hurting. [ Voice breaking ] And I– I wasn’t there to help because I was in a cage that you put me in.
Dembe: Ow–
Dr Perillos: I always assumed that hurting you would bring me comfort, but it doesn’t. You want to know why? Because every time I look into those big, brown eyes, I see that Reddington’s taken more from you than the both of you could ever take from me. How much have you lost because of him? How much suffering have you endured because of him? I don’t know if we’ll live long enough to see humanity free from the plague of pain, but I know that together, today, in this moment, we can end the pain that Raymond Reddington causes all over this world. All you have to do is tell me what I want–
Dembe: No.
Dr Perillos: –to know. Tell me.
Dembe: I’m sorry about your mother.
Dr Perillos: Tell me how much.
[ Dr Perillos angrily pushes drugs into the IV ]
Dembe: Argh!

 
[ Ressler and Siya Malik are driving fast, siren🚨blaring ]
Cooper: [ On comms ] Agent Ressler, what’s your location?
Ressler: We’re on our way to the Eastern District Police Precinct in Baltimore.
Siya Malik: BPD just took a statement from a woman claiming a wounded FBI agent was abducted from her home less than a mile from the port.
Cooper: Turn around. Reddington called. He thinks he knows where Wujing is holding Dembe.
Siya: Reddington knows where Dembe is? How?
Cooper: He didn’t say. I’m sending you the address now.

 
[ In the SUV with Wujing, Vesco and Zhang Wei ]
Vesco: So there we were, about to buy half of the former Soviet Union’s nuclear submarines in Sevastopol, when this little pip-squeak of a KGB agent, Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin, starts objecting to the deal.
Wujing: You met Putin?
[ Cell phone rings✨]
Vesco: Met him? I had his superiors kick him out of the room while we finished the sale.
Zhang Wei: [ Answering call ] Wei.
Vesco: And by the time anybody knew what was what, I was half way to Athens.
[ Wujing and Zhang Wei conversing in Mandarin (no translation or subtitles) ]

 
[ Monitors beeping rapidly 🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅 ]
Dr Perillos: Not so fast, Dembe. You’re not getting out of this that easily.
[ She begins to add the drug to prevent cardiac arrest ]
[ An operative appears ]
Dr Perillos: What do you want? I told Wujing I was not to be interrupted.
Operative: I’m sorry, but we have a situation.
Dr Perillos: More pressing than our subject going into cardiac arrest?
Operative: The FBI was just spotted on our perimeter. We have to leave. Now.
Dembe: [ Groans ]
[ Dr Perillos leaves, dropping the vial of the life-saving drug on the floor ] [ Vial⚡️clatters ]
Dembe: [ Groans ]

 
[ The FBI crashes into Wujing’s safe house, guns blazing ]
— FBI!
[ 💥💥💥 Gunfire 💥💥💥 ]
— FBI!
— Sure, move in!
[ Siya finds Dembe ]
Siya: Oh, my God. Dembe!
Ressler: [ To agents ] We’re clear!
[ Cell phone beeps🔅]
Ressler: [ On phone ] This is Agent Ressler. We’re going to need immediate medical support at my location, now!
[ Dembe flatlines 🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅]

 
[ Wujing’s SUV ]
[ Wujing and Zhang Wei conversing in Mandarin (no subtitles) ]
Vesco: What, uh– What’s going on?
Zhang Wei: [ Speaks Mandarin on phone, then to Wujing ]
Vesco: Will someone please tell me what the hell is happening?
Wujing: [ In English ] It seems the FBI has located the safe house and recovered Agent Zuma.
Vesco: What? How?
Wujing: That’s what I’m trying to determine, Robert.
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[ Siren🚨wailing ]
[ In the FBI SUV, Siya is giving Dembe chest compressions ]
Cooper: [ On phone ] Status?
Ressler: Dembe’s in trouble. The ambulance was too far out, but we’re still 20 minutes to the nearest hospital. I don’t think he has that long.
Cooper: Understood. There’s a feed store less than four miles from your current position. Corner of Falston Road and Route 68.
Siya: A feed store? He needs a doctor!
Ressler: I’ll explain later, just hold on.
[ Siren🚨wailing ] [ The SUV makes a U-turn ]
⋘⋙
Vesco: I thought you said that site was secure.
[ Conversation in Mandarin ]
Vesco: What kind of an outfit are you running here?
[ Continues in Mandarin ]
Wujing: [ In English ] This is an unfortunate mistake, Robert, but I assure you, I will hold whoever is responsible to account.
Vesco: Good, because I’m not going back to prison. No, not for you, and not for Reddington.
[ Cell phone rings✨]
Wujing: I understand if you want to go, Robert, but I hope you won’t.
Zhang Wei: [ Answers phone ] Wei.
[ He hands the phone to Wujing ]
Wujing: I can’t do this without you.
Wujing [ On phone, speaking Mandarin ]

 
[ Ressler and Siya have brought Dembe to one of Red’s mobile hospital. Doctors are working on him as Siya and Ressler stand nearby ]
Doctor #1: Fourteen, fifteen.
Doctor #2: He’s in v-fib–
Siya: Who are these people?
Doctor #2: Charging paddles.
Ressler: Reddington has medical teams on 24-hour standby.
Doctor #2: Clear! [⚡️‼️TWUMP‼️⚡️]
[ Flatline beep 🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅]
Doctor #1: Unresponsive.
Doctor #2: Still in v-fib, charging again.
Doctor #1: Charging 200 joules.
Doctor #2: Clear! [⚡️‼️TWUMP‼️⚡️]
Doctor #1: Still no response.

 
[ Wujing’s SUV ]
Vesco: I thought we were going to an airstrip?
Wujing: I’m afraid there’s been a change of plans, Robert.
[ Wujing holds up a handgun ]

 
[ Wujing’s new safe house ]
Vesco: I don’t know what you’re playing at, but if you don’t stop pointing that thing at me–
Wujing: You asked how the FBI found the safe house earlier. But you already knew, didn’t you, Robert?

[ Flashback: ]
Vesco: [ Coughing ]
[ Vesco takes out his phone and types a number, then drops the phone on the grass ]
Wujing: Are you all right, Robert?
Vesco: Yeah, I’m fine.

Wujing: My men found something unusual. Where is your phone, Robert?

 
[ Dembe is in a hospital bed. Red sits alongside the bed, reading ]
[ Monitor beeping🔅🔅🔅]
[ Dembe stirs ] [ Red looks up ]
Red: No, no, no. Easy. Easy. Easy.
Dembe: What happened?
Red: Ressler and Malik rescued you from Wujing’s place. You were in cardiac arrest, and they brought you here.
Dembe: How did they find me?
Red: It was Robert.
Dembe: Vesco? I saw him. He was working with Wujing.
Red: He was.

[ Flashback: ]
[ Red removes a hood from Vesco’s head ]
Vesco: You had them put me in a trunk, you son of a bitch.
Red: You deserve a lot worse. What do you have to say for yourself?
Vesco: I’m in! [ Laughing ]
Red: No! [ Laughs ]
Vesco: Poor bastard bought the whole thing.
[ Both laugh ]
Red: We’ve got to celebrate. I have a bottle of something here.
Vesco: Oh, I can do one drink. Okay, two.

Red: After Wujing approached him, Robert confronted me with Wujing’s allegations. So I told him the truth, and he loved it. You know Robert. He said I’d achieved what every criminal dreams of.
Dembe: So Robert went back to Wujing as a mole.
Red: He was supposed to gather information and – He called from the place where you were being held. Didn’t say anything, but he managed to keep the call going long enough for Chuck to run a trace.
Dembe: Have you heard from him since?

Vesco: Oh, well, I’d better get back. His minion’s picking me up in an hour.
Red: As soon as you know anything–
Vesco: You’re my first call.
[ Vesco stumbles slightly ]
Red: Robert, if you’re not up to this–
Vesco: I’m only going to say this once, Raymond, so I want you to listen very carefully. If you ever try to toss me a parachute like that again, it’ll be the last thing you ever do. You understand?
[ Red approaches Vesco, kisses his cheek and embraces him ]

Dembe: Raymond, if you haven’t heard from him —
Red: He’ll reach out when it’s safe. You rest, Dembe.
Dembe: [ Sighs ]

 
Wujing: I couldn’t stop praising you for your deceptive gifts, could I? And all this while you were using it on me.
Vesco: Well, don’t be too hard on yourself, Wu-wu. I’m just that good.
Wujing: I wonder, if you hadn’t acted so foolishly trying to save Agent Zuma, how long this little charade would have continued. And now, we’ll never know.
Vesco: Shame. And to think poor Doctor Psychopath won’t get to finish her comeback tour.
Dr Perillos: Oh, I wouldn’t say I’m finished.
Vesco: Easy, darling. I’ll save you the trouble. I’ve never been to any task force headquarters, I don’t know about any other FBI agent other than Dembe, and Raymond never said a word to me about, uh, an immunity agreement.
Dr Perillos: He’s lying.
Vesco: But one thing I do know, it’s just a matter of time before Reddington puts a bullet in the lot of you.
Wujing: And what makes you so sure of that?
Vesco: Because he’s Raymond Reddington.

 
[ Siya and Ressler visit Dr Perillos’ torture chamber and the site of the FBI raid ]
[ Chris Garneau’s ♫ “Ballard” plays ]
[ ⬇ Go to Full Lyrics ] or [ ♪ Tap square below to play ♪ ]

♪ I do right ♪
♪ I notice the wrong ♪

Ressler: Siya?
Siya: Any word on Wujing or Perillos?
Ressler: Not yet, but Cooper called. Dembe’s recovering, thanks to you.
Siya: You mean thanks to Reddington.
Ressler: Him, too.
Siya: I’ve spent my entire career digging through secrets, confronting dangerous people capable of despicable things, but I-I had no idea such people, such places, existed.
Ressler: Well, that’s the point. The Blacklist exists so that we can go after criminals that we never would have heard of without Reddington.
Siya: That sounds great in theory. Until your partner’s kidnapped by a sadistic pain specialist and nearly tortured to death. I’ve spent weeks elbow deep in your case files, but still–
Ressler: No one’s ready for this kind of thing. I don’t care who you are or how much you’ve read. Nothing prepares you for this. Look, don’t worry. It won’t get any easier.
Siya: [ Chuckles ] That’s very comforting, thank you.
Ressler: I mean it. There’s a cost.
Siya: I don’t think you need to lecture me about the cost of The Blacklist, Agent Ressler.
Ressler: I’m not talking about the people you lose. I’m talking about what happens to the ones who survive. This work changes people. It changed me, and I’m not sure if it was for the best. You wanted to know about what your mother did? Well, this is it, and believe me, Dr. Perillos is just the tip of the iceberg.

♪ I knew light ♪
♪ I met you in the dawn ♪

[ Door bangs open ] [ Two of Red’s men enter. Robert Vesco is seated in the dark corner of a room, quiet, slumped forward ]
— Clear!
[ Indistinct conversation ]

♪ Now all the night. . . ♪

⋘⋙
[ Wujing and Zhang Wei ride in an SUV ] [ Speaking Mandarin ]
Zhang Wei: What should be done with Perillos?
Wujing: She is of no more use to us. Get rid of her.
 

♪ Can you unravel that? ♪
♪ Mystery is loud ♪

[ Red enters the room where Vesco sits. He hurries to the chair, gets down and looks up hopefully. Red takes in that Vesco is dead. He gets up and kisses Vesco’s forehead. He sweeps Vesco’s hair back and takes in his scent. He kisses his forehead again, lingering ]

♪ How can you un-feel it? ♪
♪ It’s crawling up the wall ♪

[ Red steps back, steadies himself, then turns and hurries out ]
Red: [ To his men ] Cut him loose. Bring the body.

 
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