The Blacklist Declassified

Brief (Where we’re at):

Cooper is furious at Red. Not only did Red abscond with a super-secret government cyber weapon (HexRoot), but he killed Wujing (Blacklister #84) and his right hand man Zhang Wei in the Post Office and left the bodies there. He also tricked the task force by constructing a duplicate of the Post Office black site and had the task force wait there while he trapped Wujing and the mercenary army Wujing had hired ~ the remnants of Henrick Fisker’s Nordic army ~ in the actual Post Office. Cooper says Red has “finally done it. Torn it all down!” Red asked Cooper to “Take some time to think about how or whether we can continue. I’ll do the same.”

But truth be told, Cooper doesn’t know the half of it. In addition to stealing Hexroot, Red not only recruited Bo Chang (The Troll Farmer, Blacklister #38) to work with him and provide the computer skills Red lacks, but he turned Fisker’s army as well. They will now be supplementing his security forces. That’s in addition to Alban Veseli (The Freelancer, Blacklister #145) whom Red stole from the task force’s grasp during a failed operation to entrap Wujing. Red did allow the task force to keep Richard Deever, former CIA, who had been Siya Malik’s partner when she was actively working for MI6.

In the give-and-take world of Red’s relationship with the FBI, Red appears to be ascendant. With Wujing out of the way, the curse that Marvin Gerard (Blacklister #80) placed on Red ~ the threat of the criminal world finding out about Red’s work with the FBI ~ seems to have abated. That is, if Red’s relationship with the FBI actually still holds.

 
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[ A prison dining room ] [ Chattering indistinctly ] [ Whispering ]
[ Three large prisoners enter the room, walking as a group ]
[ Prisoner Lu Fernan sits at a table, eating ] [ A prisoner walks up to Lu ]
Prisoner: They’re coming for you. Get out.
Lu’s Table mate: Hey, Lu. They look serious, Lu. You wanna–
[ Lu stands, takes out an automatic pistol and shoots 💥💥💥💥💥💥 💥💥💥💥💥💥]
[ Lu turns around, places his weapon on the table, and raises his hands in the air ]
[🚨Alarm blaring🚨] [ Guards shouting ]
Guard: Down on the ground!
[ Grunting ]

 
[ Ressler sits at a cafe table with recovering addict Jonathan Pritchard. Ressler has recently become Pritchard’s Narcotics Anonymous (NA) sponsor ]
Jonathan Pritchard: I’m going to meetings every day. And between that and our one-on-ones, I’m doing better.
Ressler: And work’s been good?
Pritchard Sure. You know. You work for Uncle Sam, too. Keeping the ol’ republic afloat isn’t exactly, uh, therapeutic.
Ressler: [ Chuckles softly ]
Pritchard: But my– My coworkers are supportive, keep telling me how good I look.
Ressler: You do. I wasn’t lying.
Pritchard: Ah, it just makes me realize how busted I was before.
Ressler: Hey, I was a wreck at your point in recovery. I hadn’t even shaved yet.
Pritchard: [ Chuckles ]
Ressler: There’s gonna be some tough days ahead. I’m not trying to freak you out. Just preparing you.
Pritchard No, I-I know. I know. But right now, I’m just really happy to be back in the world of the living.
[ Cellphone dings🔅]
[ Check arrives ]
Ressler: [ To waitress ] Oh. Thank you.
[ Pritchard looks at his phone ]
Pritchard: Ah, the nation calls. I’ll see you soon?
Ressler: Yeah. We’ll meet here, uh, day after tomorrow. But you call me if you need anything, okay?
Pritchard: Yeah, sure.
[ Pritchard leaves. Ressler leaves a tip ]

 
[ Agnes is sitting alongside Red at the Coopers’ kitchec table. She is showing him an online game ]
Agnes: See? So, here, me and my friends are all little crew mates on this spaceship together, and we’re all running around–
Red: [ Chuckles softly ]
Agnes: –just completing different tasks. Except one of us is secretly an imposter.
Red: Sabotaging the mission. This is ingenious.
Agnes: Mmm-hmm. But Madison totally sold me out last game.
[ Horn 🔊honks ]
Harold Cooper: Agnes, your ride.
[ Cellphone ringing✨]
Agnes: Bye, Pinkie. [ Little kiss on the cheek ] Bye, Pops. [ Hug ]
[ Agnes leaves ]
Red: Mmm. Remember when foursquare and tetherball were the pinnacle of playtime? Now they have virtual spaceships.
[ Vehicle door closes ] [ Vehicle departs 💨 ]
Red: Oh, for goodness’ sake, Harold. You’re angry. I understand.
Cooper: You murdered Wujing and Zhang Wei in the Post Office. You brought an army there. You used a stolen NSA tool to delete government records.
Red: Well, when you put it like that–
Cooper: “Angry” doesn’t begin to cover it.
Red: I understand.
Cooper: What you’ve done, Raymond–
Red: I would do again in a heartbeat.
Cooper: We hunted Wujing for months. At a steep cost to the U.S. government. We put people’s lives on the line. And the FBI has nothing to show for it, save for a few minor arrests.
Red: Uh-huh.
Cooper: We are not a hit squad! Wujing, Zhang Wei, Alban Veseli, all dead. Perillos is gone, I assume dead. Bo Chang is in the wind.
Red: Right.
Cooper: This won’t end here. An official investigation hasn’t come down from Main Justice yet, but when it does, how do I explain to them why this task force should continue to exist?
Red: There’s never been a fixed paradigm for how we operate, Harold. What the task force was on its first day was different than what it was on its second. Or third or tenth. And different from what it is today. All I can say is – the danger that Marvin Gerard unleashed, it’s done. Criminals are dead. My connection to the FBI has been erased. As we’ve changed course many times before, we’re changing course again. It is what it is.
Cooper: That’s what I tell the Department of Justice? Cynthia Panabaker? Congress? “It is what it is”?
Red: [ Chuckling ] I don’t know what to tell you, Harold. If you choose not to continue with me, I understand. But if you wish to carry on, keep everyone working – I have a case.
Cooper: This situation will not just go away, Raymond.
Red: Okay, well, tomorrow can worry about itself. But this morning, there was a horrific shooting at the Sussex State Prison in Virginia. A leader of El Calavera crime syndicate took down three rival gang members and a couple of unlucky bystanders, one of them a guard.
Cooper: The prisoner had a gun?
Red: A Glock. Automatic. My associate Paulie Diamond was shot in the hip. Decent thief. Fantastic chess player. We played through the mail for years. Now the fate of my bishop is in limbo.
Cooper: How does a prisoner get an automatic pistol?
Red: The authorities don’t seem to know. It didn’t come in through the usual pipelines. I believe it to be the work of The Postman.
Cooper: I already regret this. But who is that?
Red: I’m thrilled you asked. He’s a smuggler of prison contraband. In a very short time, he’s almost completely dominated in the Mid-Atlantic market.
Cooper: We crossed the globe trying to stop Wujing. Now you want us to hunt down a local black-market courier? What’s the angle, Reddington?
Red: The angle is he’s rising fast, spilling blood, making headlines. If you are so anxious to prove your worth to the Department of Justice, deliver The Postman now, before he goes national.
Cooper: “The Postman.” Does he have a real name?
Red: I believe his birth name is Lawrence Nelson. I maintain we can still do good work together, Harold. And it can start with bringing Lawrence Nelson to justice.

[ Flashback: ]
[ A jury room ]
Foreperson: Today, we’ll be determining the verdict of the State of Maryland vs. Lawrence Nelson. We’ll begin by taking a preliminary, anonymous vote to see where we all stand. It’s been a long trial. Hopefully we can be efficient in our deliberation.
Male Juror: I knew kids growing up like Lawrence Nelson. I don’t think there’s much to discuss.
Female Juror: I’ve been praying. His soul will find salvation in jail. I know it.
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Foreperson: Um, we have 11 votes for “guilty” and one vote for “not guilty.”
Male Juror: Who in the hell thinks that kid’s innocent?
Foreperson: We can keep it anonymous for the time being.
Male Juror: N-No, I’d love to know ’cause they sure weren’t sitting in the same courtroom as I was. Perhaps they’re confused or asleep.
Foreperson: Sir!
Young Harold Cooper: It’s okay. I voted “not guilty.”
Foreperson: Right. Well, thank you for being for being forthcoming, um, Juror Number–
Young Cooper: Harold. My name’s Harold Cooper.
[ Jurors murmuring ]

 
[ The Post Office war room ]
Cooper: Prisoners call him “The Postman.” Served 25 years in a Maryland prison starting at 18 years old. Was released five years ago on good behavior, then he vanished. No one’s seen him, including his P.O.
Dembe: Twenty-five years. Why?
Cooper: First-degree murder. He shot his manager at their workplace, a convenience store in Baltimore.
Ressler: I’m sorry, but w-we’re gonna hunt down the local kingpin of prison contraband because what, he injured one of Reddington’s cronies? What about the people that Reddington killed in this very room just last week?
Cooper: Reddington’s actions with respect to Wujing were frustrating, I know. They will be dealt with in due time.
Siya Malik: Look, I’m not losing sleep over the loss of evil men, but Reddington told us a pack of lies. Why should we believe him that the Postman is even worthy of our attention?
Cooper: Because Larry Nelson’s a dangerous man. And that doesn’t come from Reddington. That comes from me.
[ Cooper brings up case files on Larry Nelson ]
Cooper: In Pennsylvania, Nelson outfitted an entire cellblock with Wi-Fi routers, allowing imprisoned cartel members to complete drսg deals from the comfort of their prison cell. And this morning, five men at Sussex were shot by Lu Fernan, the leader of the La Calavera crime syndicate. Not only is Nelson making life more dangerous inside prisons, that danger is spilling out to the rest of the world, and we have no–
[ Video beeping 🔅🔅🔅 ]
[ Herbie Hambright appears on the overhead display ]
Herbie: Hey, sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry. Hi. It’s me. Hello. Um, did I miss anything? What did I miss?
Cooper: Just your first morning of your trial employment period.
Siya: Is he videoconferencing from home? You can do that?
Herbie: Sue’s got some sort of stomach bug. Um, we– We gave her this new brand of peaches.
Maybe that was it, but, oh– Whatever’s coming out of her is not peach-colored.
[ Siya looks uncomfortable ]
Cooper: Herbie, I would recommend fluids and a call to your pediatrician’s office. In the meantime, Malik and Ressler are about to roll out to Sussex State Prison. Dembe will get you up to speed as to why.

 
[ Ressler and Siya interrogate Lu Fernan at Sussex prison ]
Ressler: So, how did you get the weapon inside? We know it wasn’t a guard. You could grease every palm from here to Rikers, and a guard wouldn’t walk into a cellblock and hand over a gun.
Lu Fernan: It must’ve been a little bird.
Siya: Hmm. Maybe it was the Postman.
Fernan: [ Chuckles ] Didn’t think I’d hear that name.
Siya: Tell us how you two communicate.
Fernan: Or what? You gonna lock me up for a long time? I rat on that guy, and he’s gonna put a– a grenade in my soup or a rattlesnake under my pillow. He can get anything to anyone for the right price.
Ressler: So you’re afraid of him.
Fernan: Wouldn’t you be? I got a syndicate to run from inside this prison here, okay? Best of luck.

 
[ Groans ] [ Eugene Campos takes off a HAZMAT mask and makes a call ]
[ Keypad dialing ••• •••• ]
[ Cellphone ringing✨]
Eugene Campos: The compound isn’t pure enough. To get this right, I need one more delivery.
Lawrence Nelson: [ On phone ] Eugene. Ever the perfectionist. Shouldn’t you be in bed?

Man on loudspeaker: Lights out, 9:00 p.m.

[ Buzzer sounds ] [ Cell doors slam⚡️]
Campos: I need more product.
Nelson: [ On phone ] I’ll send Rudolph. Tomorrow. I’ll oversee it myself.
[ Phone snaps shut ]
[ Campos bundles up the equipment he’s been working with and puts it in a storage compartment in the wall ]
Man: [ In distance ] Let’s get a move on!
[ Campos flops onto his bed in the prison as the lights go out ]

 
[ The Post Office war room ]
Ressler: We interviewed inmates at three of the prisons where Reddington believes the Postman operates. No one will talk. So no leads on the Postman’s mysterious delivery network?
Dembe: Sussex transferred us a huge cache of security footage, but it’s gonna take manpower to get through. I’m going to assign the task to Herbie.
Cooper: Good. Do we have any other avenues to pursue?
Siya: Yeah, Lu Fernan clearly has confederates working for him on the outside, and one of them must’ve paid for that gun, so we checked his log of visitors–
Ressler: And it turns out Fernan’s brother moved $10,000 just three days before the attack.
Siya: The payment went to a shell company which has an account at Acordia Bank in New Jersey. It’s a regional outfit. We’ve contacted them, but they’ve been very – cold.
Cooper: I’ll reach out to Reddington. He may be able to warm them up.

 
[ Cooper’s office ] [ Cooper is scrolling through old newspaper articles about Lawrence Nelson ]
[ Cellphone buzzes ]
Cooper: [ Answering ] Cooper.
Red: Apologies for the missed call. I just returned to the creature comforts of the Big Apple. Anything urgent?
Cooper: Yes. Do you know anyone at Acordia Bank in New Jersey? Lawrence Nelson may have an account there.
Red: Ah. I’m glad you judged him a worthy target, Harold. I’ll darken some doorways, see what I find.
Cooper: Mmm-hmm.
Red: Is everything alright? You sound a little – distracted.
Cooper: It’s just that someone from my past has suddenly popped out of the woodwork.
Red: Ghosts like to do that, don’t they? Pop out of the woodwork. I hope it’s a friendly one.
Cooper: This one’s definitely not that. Let us know about the bank.
[ Phone beeps🔅]

[ Flashback: ]
[ The jury room for the Lawrence Nelson trial 25 years ago ]
Young Harold Cooper: I’m not saying he’s innocent. I’m just unconvinced of his guilt.
Male Juror: You’re honestly claiming reasonable doubt?
Cooper: I don’t know. That’s why we’re here.
Female Juror: Okay, fine. Can we establish the facts we all can agree on?
Cooper: Sure.
Female Juror: So, this young kid, Larry, he’s on trial for murdering his manager at the convenience store where he worked. A day before the murder, she fired him. You agree?
Cooper: Yes.
Female Juror: The following night, she was found dead in her car. She was parked outside the store. One shot to the head. Cash stolen from her wallet – and Nelson’s DNA on the purse. So we have motive, we have evidence.
Cooper: But DNA testing is still quite a new forensics technique.
Male Juror: It’s not that complicated. There’s either DNA or there’s not.
Cooper: It’s not complicated because you want to go home.
Male Juror: Okay. What about this? Two days ago, his girlfriend swore on a Bible, took the stand, and told us that Lawrence Nelson privately confessed to the murder. How do you explain that?
Cooper: He is insistent that conversation never happened with her.
Male Juror: And he’s obviously lying! We don’t need to sit around talking for hours to figure that out.
Cooper: I’m sorry, but I won’t destroy this kid’s life because I’m in a hurry. Let’s start from the beginning. Can we see the diagram of the crime scene again?

 
[ Accordia Bank in New Jersey ]
[ Banker Benny Seaver is there late, watch golf on tv ] [ Golf crowd applauding lightly ] [ Club strikes ball ]
[ Knocking on door ✽ ✽ ✽ ] [ Red walks in ]
Benny Seaver: Sorry, sir. We’re closed.
Red: Yes, Benny, I’m aware. That’s why I’m here now. I’m in search of information regarding one of your personal banking clients. Lawrence Nelson.
Seaver: And who are you exactly?
Red: Perhaps a new friend. My name is Raymond Reddington.
Seaver: Oh.
Red: Benny, your colleagues left ages ago, and you’re here, what, watching golf? Why aren’t you at home?
Seaver: I like the peace and quiet, which you are currently disturbing.
Red: I can only imagine. My heart goes out to you, Benny. You and your Erica – [ Red checks their wedding photo ] yeah – only just got married last year? I bet it hasn’t been easy with your elderly mother-in-law moving in, has it? And Laurel’s quite a piece of work, isn’t she?
Seaver: How do you know?
Red: Now, I happen to be very close associates with Rick Bruckner. Do you know Rick? Along with a hefty portfolio of rehabilitation and retirement facilities, Rick also happens to own the Golden Glen Assisted Living Home. I’m sure you’ve done your research, and you know it’s a very exclusive, very expensive place. I tell Rick all the time he’s running a racket. He and I used to bet on the horses in Dubai. Truth be told, I fronted Rick some spending money after he lost quite a bundle to the Sultan of Sharjah. But I know for a fact Rick would happily find a spot for Laurel at Golden Glen at a much reduced rate if I were to ask on your behalf. And I can assure you, Laurel will be so comfortable. ⋘⋙ Benny. Are you following?
Seaver: Laurel’s moving to Dubai?
Red: Oh, dear.
[ Red gets up and pulls out his gun ]
Seaver: Hey. Stop. What– What are you doing?
Red: Honestly, friendship has its limits. Now, give me your records pertaining to Lawrence Nelson, or I’m gonna blow out your kneecap.

 
[ Knocking on door ✽ ✽ ✽ ] [ Herbie Hambright answers his door ] [ He’s carry a tray of sandwiches ]
Herbie: Hey. Come in. Come on in.
[ Dembe enters ]
Herbie: Sue’s asleep. She’s feeling much better. Uh, PB&J, bananas and mayo, or roast beef? It’s halal.
Dembe: [ Chuckles ] Thank you, Herbie.
Herbie: Where’s the rest of the gang? I made enough for everyone.
Dembe: Raymond assessed Nelson’s financial transactions and ID’d someone who works for him, so Malik and Ressler are following up on that lead.
Herbie: Okay, well, then I guess I’ll make this snappy, if you want to just come over here. So, I’ve been eyeballs-deep analyzing the security footage from outside Lu Fernan’s prison cell. We know that Tuesday night his cell was searched, because that’s protocol, and they found zilch.
Dembe: And the shooting took place the next morning, correct?
Herbie: Right. So the question is– how’d he get the gun if he never left his cell?
Dembe: I don’t know.
Herbie: That’s the thing. It’s not what you see. It’s what you hear. Sussex records audio on their CCTV cameras, so I listened to the night leading up to the shooting over and over. I isolated and enhanced sound using a piece of audio software, and listen to this.
[ Whirring ]
Dembe: What was that? A power line? A very big fly?
Herbie: Close. Watch.
[ Herbie picks up a controller and presses a button ] [ Beeps🔅]
[ A small drone starts flying around Herbie’s living room ][ Whirring ]
Dembe: A drone. He’s using drones.
Herbie: Yep. The Postman is using drones.
Dembe: And no guards saw it?
Herbie: Based on that audio, the one he’s flying is incredibly quiet, likely custom-made. Really cool. But bad. Cool and bad. I would think that prisons have gotten wise to this type of smuggling, but a drone like the one he designed, that quiet, that would be really hard to detect. And I would bet you a roast-beef sandwich that if you went to Lu Fernan’s prison cell, you would see that his window’s been tampered with.

 
[ Meanwhile, as Herbie described what might be happening in Lu Fernan’s cell, it actually was happening, with Lawrence Nelson directing the movement of the drone using what looks like virtual reality vision ]
Nelson: Steady. Steady. This is one delivery we cannot afford to drop.
[ Whirring softly ]
Nelson: Excellent.

 
[ An interrogation room at the Post Office ]
[ Gina Abbott, who is going to be interrogated, sighs ]
[ Door opens and closes ] [ Ressler enters ]
Ressler: Thanks for coming in to speak with us, Gina.
Gina Abbott: The four federal agents who showed up on my doorstep didn’t give me the impression I had a choice.
Ressler: Hmm. So what can you tell me about Lawrence Nelson?
Gina: I never met a Lawrence Nelson.
Ressler: Two days ago, an inmate shot up a prison with an automatic pistol. Now, we traced the payment for that pistol to a bank account belonging to Nelson. Now, there are multiple payments directly from his bank account into yours.
Gina: Okay.
[ Door opens ] [ Siya enters ]
Siya: Hi, Gina.
[ Door closes ]
Siya: We actually have Nelson in custody.
[ They don’t have Nelson in custody ]
Siya: She might as well know. Nelson just told us that you run the operation, that you communicate with the prisoners and operate the drones – and that you call yourself “The Postman.”
Gina: The who? What are you talking about?
Siya: Smuggling contraband.
Gina: With drones? I don’t know the first thing about drones. Look. I wasn’t lying to you. I do business with Larry Nelson, but I’ve never met him.
Ressler: Hmm. Clever. So what kind of business do you do with Nelson? ⋘⋙ Look. You’re smart enough to know how this goes. You give us something about Nelson, we do something for you. Simple as that.
Gina: I buy stuff. He tells me, I buy it. I was sourcing counterfeit bags when he recruited me. Hermes. Louis Vuitton. But for him, the things I sourced are much more – varied. Drսgs, weapons, high-tech toys. A beautiful ukulele once. I never knew what it was all for. I never asked. I was just a middleman. I’m sure there are others.
Ressler: So how would you get it to him?
Gina: He’d send me contraband requests with drop locations. Different places every time.
Siya: And you never wondered what these items were for?
Gina: No. For what he was paying me, no, I never wondered. Or cared. He had so many requests that I started getting other people in the bag world to help me. We all agreed that it’s way more interesting to track down a gun than a Chanel quilted mini.
Ressler: [ Chuckles ]
Gina: But the items he’s been ordering recently? Strange.
Siya: Strange in what way?
Gina: Like, scientific. I’ve been getting chemistry equipment and chemicals. Things I have to go to labs for. I can’t pronounce half of it. I can show you, if you want.
Ressler: Oh, we insist.

 
[ Cooper visits the Warden at Pittman Correctional Institute ]
Cooper: Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, Warden. My team is deep into an investigation of a former inmate of yours.
Warden: Right. Lawrence Nelson.
Cooper: Waiting on getting his case files, but I wanted to talk to somebody who remembered him.
Warden: Couldn’t forget that kid if I tried. Lawrence Nelson was bright, hardworking. Was transferred here from a pretty tough high-security prison for good behavior.
Cooper: That must’ve helped him in front of the parole board.
Warden: Oh, yeah. So did his associate’s degree. He earned it in electrical engineering while he was here.
Cooper: Why did he choose that field? He was inspired by his cellmate, a chemist. Brilliant guy. Still here. Larry hated this place. Maintained his innocence throughout, but he used the time well.
Cooper: Do you think he was innocent?
Warden: It’s rare that a man would stick to the same story for 25 years. If they’re guilty, they usually give up the fight. But it’s easier for me to believe that he did it.
Cooper: Why?
Warden: Because either way, he’ll never get those 25 years back.

 
[ The Post Office war room ]
Ressler: So, you said you found something?
Herbie: Yes, I was looking over the list you sent over, the items that Gina Abbott purchased for Larry Nelson? When I first saw the chemistry equipment, I assumed it was some sort of drսg manufacturing operation. But then I noticed this.
[ Clicks ✽ and beeps 🔅]
Herbie: Rosaries.
Ressler: Rosaries? As in Catholicism?
Herbie: Yeah, brought me right back to Father Phillip telling me I was going straight to hell for not using a hall pass. That’s a heavy load to put on a kid with a small bladder, especially right before his bar mitzvah.
Siya: Herbie. Focus.
Herbie: Right, yeah. The- The reason that the rosaries stood out is because religious objects aren’t banned in prisons.
Ressler: So why smuggle them in?
Herbie: Well, as it turns out, these aren’t just any rosaries. They’re sourced in the Philippines with beads made from the seeds of the abrus precatorius vine. The rosary pea plant. And that is bad.
Ressler: So we’re worried about peas?
Herbie: Oh, yeah, big-time. The dried peas themselves aren’t dangerous. They’re used in jewelry all the time. But one of the most dangerous toxins ☠️ on the planet is extracted from them, abrin.
Dembe: I’ve never heard of abrin.
Herbie: You’ve heard of ricin, though, right?
Siya: Sure, an old favorite assassination tool of the KGB.
Herbie: Well, abrin is 75 times more lethal and way more rare. There’s no antidote. If you grind up these seeds and process them with sodium hydroxide and methyl ethyl ketone, which were both on the Postman’s contraband list, you get abrin.
Siya: So Nelson’s helping a prisoner make a deadly toxin ☠️?
Herbie: Yeah, and judging by the orders, whoever it is, is making a lot of it. If it were to get into a food or water supply–
Ressler: Or a prison kitchen.
Herbie: –thousands could die.
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[ Eugene Campos, Lawrence Nelson’s former cellmate who is a chemist, loads small vials of fluid into a holding container ]
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Siya: The orders don’t include any destinations. I didn’t see any indication of what prison the materials were being sent to.
Herbie: Me neither, but I did notice that some of the order numbers repeat.
Dembe: They’re not order numbers. They’re prisoner numbers. Prisoner numbers vary state by state, but all are unique.
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[ Eugene Campos pries a pane from the window of his cell. A drone flies over and he pulls it in ]
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Dembe: This one, for example, 8978/0324. That’s a federal prison number. The last four digits refer to the sentencing court’s jurisdiction. And the number assigned to the rosaries … [ Keyboard clacking ] He’s sending the rosaries to a prisoner at Pittman Correctional Institute.
Siya: That’s the prison where the Postman finished his sentence.
Ressler: And where Cooper is right now.
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[ Eugene Campos attaches the payload (the vials of liquid) to the drone and sends it on its way ]

 
[ The Warden’s Office at Pittman Correctional Institute ]
[ Cooper is just ending a phone call ]
Cooper: What’s the name of Nelson’s former cellmate, the chemist? You said he was still here.
Warden: Eugene Campos. Yes, still here. Why?
Cooper: Put the prison on lockdown now. We have to talk to him. He may be in possession of a chemical-warfare agent.
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[ Eugene Campos’ cell ]
Guard: Search his cell.
[ 🚨Alarm blaring🚨 ]
[ Guards shouting indistinctly ]
[ Campos is forced to the floor ] [ Handcuffs clicking ]
[ Cooper walks over to the window with the pane removed ]
Cooper: [ To Campos ] It’s gone, isn’t it?
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[ The drone delivers its payload to Lawrence Nelson ]

 
[ The Post Office war room ]
Cooper: We were wrong. We thought Larry Nelson was sending materials into the prison so abrin could be manufactured and used inside.
Siya: But he sent the materials in so he could smuggle the finished toxin ☠️ out.
Ressler: Did Nelson’s chemist friend indicate where it was going?
Cooper: I questioned him. Eugene confirmed that he made abrin using materials Nelson supplied, but he refused to say for whom or why.
Herbie: And we don’t have time for him to change his mind. I took a peek at the evidence from Eugene’s cell. From the residue, it looks like he was grinding the abrin down into a very fine powder, which you would really only do if you wanted to aerosolize it. And with this guy’s engineering ability–
Siya: He could create a chemical ☠️ weapon.
Herbie: Abrin is bad enough when ingested, but if it’s inhaled, that’s a whole different story. It’s bleeding from the nose, fluid in the lungs, respiratory failure, death.
Ressler: So the only question is, where is it headed?
Dembe: Maybe he’s selling it.
Cooper: I’ll see what Reddington has to offer. In the meantime, put out an APB for Nelson. Coordinate with local PD and set up a perimeter.

 
[ Red’s swank bathhouse digs in New York City ]
Red: He’s using drones? Honestly, Harold, the things people think of and what they do with the things.
Cooper: Wish drones were the end of it. Have you heard of anyone in your circles looking to buy a chemical ☠️ weapon? Aerosolized abrin, to be specific.
[ Knocking on door ✽ ✽ ] [ Cooper waves Siya in ]
Red: Abrin? [ Chuckles ] Oh, my. I knew some Sri Lankan separatists who dabbled with the stuff years ago. But, well, they’re dead.
[ Siya leaves a bankers of files on Cooper’s desk ]
Red: Abrin? You’re sure he’s selling it?
Cooper: Do you think he would use it for his own means?
Red: You tell me, Harold. You know Mr. Nelson much better than I do.
Cooper: You’ve known this whole time that I served on his jury.
Red: It came to my attention.
Cooper: You know, serving on Larry Nelson’s jury, that was the first time I ever sent anyone to prison.
Red: It must’ve been difficult.
Cooper: It was. I was never sure we made the right decision, but I guess I don’t have to wonder anymore. He’s unmistakably criminal.
Red: As a man with some criminal experience, I can assure you that sometimes forces much greater than ourselves help to lead us to those waters.
Cooper: Well, regardless of how he got there, he’s now in possession of a chemical weapon that could kill hundreds. I’ll keep you updated.

[ Flashback: ]
Young Harold Cooper: I recognize that it’s improbable, but maybe there’s a reason his girlfriend would’ve lied about his confession.
Female Juror: Oh, here we go again.
Cooper: She was already at the police station for some other reason when she made the accusation. And before we send a man to prison, I think we should know why.
Foreperson: That information was struck from the record by the judge. We’re not to consider it.
Cooper: Then what about his alibi?
Male Juror: [ Stands up ] You really want this kid to be innocent. But guess what. Sometimes people do bad things! Especially kids from his neck of the woods. Trust me. I grew up there.
Cooper: It’s not fair to throw this kid’s life away because he reminds you of kids from your high school.
Male Juror: You’re putting words in my mouth.
Cooper: Larry said he was at a family cabin near Tuckahoe State Park. A neighbor saw him there.
Male Juror: But no one can confirm that he was there at the time of the murder. And running away to a remote cabin doesn’t really scream “not guilty.”
Cooper: He said he went there to be alone, to think. So that’s why he was there, alone.
Foreperson: Okay. Okay, okay. Why don’t we take a breather? And when we get back, we’ll take another vote.
[ Male Juror leave angrily ] [ Door slams⚡️]
Foreperson: Okay.

 
[ Cooper’s office ] [ Knocks on door ✽ ✽ ]
Ressler: Hey. You called?
Cooper: I’ve been reading Lawrence Nelson’s old case files. I found a possible location to his whereabouts. Buried in his past. It’s a long shot, but it’s a cabin located at 1414 Tuckahoe Road.
Ressler: Alright. Malik and I are on it.

 
[ The cabin on Tuckahoe Road ] [ Lawrence Nelson is there. He has a cylindrical holder holding 8-10 vial of the poison ☠️ liquid. He packs it into a duffel bag along with a face mask and zips the duffel shut ]
[ He looks at a monitor ] [ Beeps🔅]
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[ Soon after, the FBI breaks ⚡️the door in ]
Ressler: Clear.
[ Lab equipment is arrayed on tables around the room ]
Siya: Herbie was right. This guy is quite an engineer. Hey. Come here. Look at this.
[ On the wall is a detailed floor map of a building ]
Ressler: These are schematics for an HVAC system.
Siya: He’s gonna take out a whole office building.
Ressler: It says Baltimore, Maryland, but there’s no address. So, which building?
 

[ Flashback: ]
[ The foreperson, a short-haired Black woman, approaches Cooper at the break table ]
Young Cooper: [ Sighs ]
Foreperson: Did you serve?
Cooper: I did. Navy. Finished my service a little over a year ago.
Foreperson: Ah. I knew it when I spotted you. I-It’s in the shoulders, how we carry ourselves. I myself had the distinct honor of pushing paper at Fort Shafter.
Cooper: No kidding. Oahu?
Foreperson: Yeah, yeah, tough gig.
[ Both chuckle ]
Foreperson: Now I work over at the Baltimore VA now.
Cooper: Now, that is a tough gig.
Foreperson: Yes. The system leaves a lot to be desired. Boy, is that an understatement. Hmm. Listen, Cooper. I can tell you want him to be innocent, and I understand. But we both know that decisions can’t be made based on emotion.
Cooper: I’m just trying to do right by him.
Foreperson: Oh, come on, though. If he didn’t do it with the evidence as is, he’s got to be the unluckiest SOB in Baltimore.
Cooper: Unlucky isn’t a crime.
Foreperson: You want to do right by him. What about her?
Cooper: Who?
Foreperson: The victim. Carrie Baker. If you really don’t believe, based on evidence, that he killed that woman beyond a reasonable doubt, I respect that. But we never have enough information in life. You consider all the facts that you have, and you make the best choice you can. That’s how you do right by people.
Cooper: Hmm.
Foreperson: You want to save him. You have it in your eyes. But you can’t save Larry Nelson from what he’s done. You can’t save him from himself. You served. And you know you can’t save ’em all.
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[ The jurors are back in their seats ]
Foreperson: Please raise your hand if you believe the defendant is guilty.
[ Eleven hands go up, then, reluctantly, young Harold Cooper raises his as well ]

 
[ Cooper’s office ]
Herbie: Hey. Mr. Cooper? Here are the rest of the files the courthouse sent over. They were sitting outside.
Cooper: Thank you. Any update on Malik and Ressler?
Herbie: Uh, they’re still at the cabin. They sent me scans of his schematics. It appears he’s targeting a government building in Baltimore, but I haven’t narrowed it down from there.
Cooper: Thanks, Herbie. Stay on it.
Herbie: Yeah.
[ Herbie leaves ]
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[ Cooper opens the file box that Herbie brought. He opens a file and reads ]
Cooper: What the hell?
[ Ressler’s cellphone rings✨]
Ressler: Ressler.
Cooper: I think I know the building that Nelson’s targeting. It’s the Attorney General’s office in downtown Baltimore. It’s where the state’s Attorney General, Christopher Jay, is based.
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[ Lawrence Nelson is giving instructions to his assistants. He stands alongside a large wooden crate ]
Nelson: You’re gonna drive directly to the loading dock of 200 Saint Peter Place.

 
[ Ressler and Siya are still at the cabin. Cooper talks to them by phone ]
Cooper: Before Christopher Jay was Maryland Attorney General, he was a city prosecutor who sent an innocent man away for 25 years.
Siya: An innocent man? You’re talking about Nelson? The Postman?
Cooper: It’s too much to get into right now, but I believe that the star witness in his murder case all those years ago was compromised and that Christopher Jay let it happen. If Nelson knows this, too, then he has a motive to go after Jay and the people who work for him.
Ressler: So it’s a revenge play.
⋘⋙
[ Nelson gets inside the crate. He puts his mask on and has his duffel bag ]
⋘⋙
Cooper: Confirm that the Baltimore AG’s office building matches Nelson’s schematics, and if they do, call the state police and pray we’re not too late.
⋘⋙
Nelson: Seal it up!
[ The two men fasten the lid to the crate with Nelson inside ]

 
[ Cooper calls Red ]
Cooper: You were right. Larry Nelson is using the chemical weapon himself. He’s going after the Maryland Attorney General, targeting the HVAC system.
Red: Was the Maryland Attorney General once his prosecutor?
Cooper: Yes, we’ve evacuating the building now, but we still have a madman moving through the city with a bioweapon. And we have no idea where he is or what he’ll do if he’s cornered.
Red: So you have to figure out how he plans to get the weapon inside.
Cooper: He can’t walk right into the AG’s office.
Red: The only people who work on the city’s pipes and vents are Local 4809.
Cooper: A union?
Red: Plumbers and Steamfitters Union. Who knows? Maybe one of them might help a madman for a buck.
Cooper: I’ll give their offices a call.
Red: I can do you one better. I happen to know a few of them, and they cheat at bowling. I don’t know how they do that, but they do.

 
[ Lawrence Nelson is experiencing a bumpy ride inside the wooden crate ]
[ Metal ‼️ thudding ] [ Wheels 🌀 rolling ] [ Thudding ‼️]
[ Finally, someone removes the top of the crate ]
[ Nelson stands ] [ Guns are pointing at him ]
SWAT officer: Hands up! On your knees!
[ Nelson gets on his knees ]
Nelson: Where the hell am I?
[ The SWAT takes the contraption with the vials of poison ☠️ ]
Cooper: You’re in federal custody, Mr. Nelson. I’m Harold Cooper. You may not remember me, but we’ve met before.

 
[ Nelson sits quietly alone at a table; The task force (except Cooper) stands by the yellow staircase ]
Siya: So, Reddington made a call, huh?
Dembe: Raymond knows Fred Alonso, boss of Local 4809. They repair the HVAC systems in the city of Baltimore. Alonso tipped off Raymond as to who might be delivering the crate to the building. Raymond’s guys grabbed the vehicle and had it delivered here.
Ressler: What about the weapon?
Herbie: It’s being disassembled now. They wouldn’t let me watch, but hopefully I can sneak into evidence before they get rid of the aerosolization tank ’cause, boy, that has got to be a beautiful piece of engineering.
Dembe: Well, maybe evidence will let you keep one of the drones, at least.
Herbie: Wait. Really?
Dembe: No.
Ressler: [ Chuckles ]

 
[ Lawrence Nelson sits in an interrogation room ]
[ Door opens ] [ Cooper enters with a file folder ]
Nelson: I’m not signing a confession.
Cooper: It’s not a confession. It’s a 30-year-old transcript of your old girlfriend’s first conversation with the police on the night of Carrie Baker’s murder, the same conversation that made her the star witness against you in court. That transcript should’ve been given to your counsel. It wasn’t.
[ Nelson reads ]
Nelson: She doesn’t mention me. [ Looking up at Cooper ] At all.
Cooper: The BPD was investigating her for drսg charges. The fact that she gave them a story about you less than 24 hours after the murder and that the prosecution withheld this information at trial suggests that she may have testified against you as part of a quid-pro-quo deal orchestrated by the prosecutor.
Nelson: Hmm. She was scared to go to prison. So she sent me instead.
Cooper: The prosecutor, Christopher Jay, he had political ambitions, wanted to improve the homicide clearance rate, so he did what he could.
Nelson: How are you so familiar with my case?
Cooper: I was on your jury.
Nelson: Oh. So you fell for her story, too.
Cooper: I voted to convict because the evidence was overwhelmingly against you.
Nelson: Unlawfully so, it seems.
Cooper: I’m sorry. I remember. You were so adamant then that you were innocent.
Nelson: Well, I was telling the truth.
Cooper: We have to hold you accountable for your new crimes. Still, I’m gonna do everything I can to have the original crime expunged from your record. And I’m going to try to hold Christopher Jay accountable, too.
Nelson: What difference does it make now?
Cooper: It makes all the difference.

 
[ The war room ]
Siya: Hey, congrats on your first case, Herbie.
Herbie: Thank you. Anyone want to go out, celebrate?
Dembe: What were you thinking?
Herbie: I know a great bar nearby. I mean, I’m not drinking right now. I have to stay sharp for a tournament, but this place has a really good table. Maybe you guys would be down for a little casual game?
Ressler: I’m sorry. Are you talking about–
Herbie: Foosball, yes. Yes, I am.
Ressler: I’m sorry. I got a phone call I got to deal with.
Siya: Thank you so much, but I got, like, laundry to do.
Herbie: Alright. No. I totally get it. It’s not for everybody. Don’t worry about it.
Dembe: I’ll go with you, Herbie.
Herbie: What? Really?
Dembe: Yes. Why not? I like soccer. Why not soccer on a table?
Herbie: Exactly. Yes.
[ They head toward the elevator ]
Herbie: And just like soccer, it is deeply technical and has a growing fan base in America. Also, by the way, it dates back to the 1890s.

 
[ Ressler walks over to a cafe table and sits down across from Jonathan Pritchard, whom he is sponsoring for NA ]
Ressler: Hey. I just got your message. What’s, uh– What’s going on?
Pritchard: Yeah, yeah, it’s- It’s- It’s been, um – Not good.
Ressler: It’s okay. It’s all part of it.
Pritchard: You know, the thing about, um, being back in the world is that, um, people are watching you. You may be doing better, but everybody’s expecting you to mess up, so– Why not get it over with?
[ Pritchard takes out a pill bottle with pills in it and puts it on the table ]
Pritchard: My dealer called. I blocked his number, but he got a new phone, and, um – Just hearing his voice, it brought me back. Figured it was gonna happen anyway, so–
Ressler: Hmm.
[ Ressler takes the top off the bottle and dumps all the pills into a half-full coffee cup ]
Pritchard: Don, you realize you just destroyed $400?
Ressler: And I’ll do it again the next time you call. And the time after that. So stop wasting your money.
[ Ressler beckons to a waitress ]
Ressler: Excuse me. Would you mind clearing these and getting us another round of coffee? Thank you.
[ Then Ressler addresses Pritchard ]
Ressler: We’re gonna wait here until the meeting tonight, okay? I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you.

 
[ Agnes is studying at the kitchen table with her laptop open ] [ Suddenly, her screen lights up ]
[ Video call ringing✨] [ Beeps🔅] [ Red’s face appears, smiling ]
Agnes: Whoa! I didn’t know you knew how to video call!
Red: [ Chuckles ] No. My friend Herbie walked me through it. Did you open the gift?
Agnes: What gift?
Red: Well, there should be a delivery man on your porch right now.
Agnes: Hold on!
[ Door opens ]
[ Agnes comes back with a box, which she begins to open ]
Red: Now, I know that a lot of people today are partial to games with animation, lights, colors, and sounds. But this will make you better at all of them. Madison doesn’t stand a chance.
Agnes: [ Gasps ] Oh, my gosh! It’s so cute!
[ It’s a chess board with pieces ]
Red: [ Laughs ] Yeah. I thought it was cute.
Agnes: But, Pinkie – I have no idea how to play.
Red: Well, I’m down a chess partner, and I thought I could teach you.
Agnes: But you’ll beat me.
Red: Yes, I’ll trounce you.
[ Door closes ] [ Cooper is home ]
Red: It’ll be very dispiriting, but not for me, of course. But here’s the thing about chess. You and your opponent have the exact same information. No one is hiding anything. Everything is right there on the board and in your head.
Cooper: I don’t know, Agnes. Even when you think it’s all laid out for you, Pinkie can be very tricky. You’ll not just have to think several steps ahead. You’ll be replaying every move you made since you began the game. Playing against him will make you sharper, and since this is practically math homework, you can play for a little.
Red: Excellent! Okay. So, let’s get you set up. Now, smoke before fire. That means the white pieces move before the black. …

 
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