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๐Ÿ”ด Script 10:14 The Nowhere Bride

 

๐Ÿ”ด Script 10:14 The Nowhere Bride (โ„– 192)

 
NBC’s series The Blacklist starring James Spader and Megan Boone
Series created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Program air date: 5/28/2023 in the US (9pm Central/Chicago Time)
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Last updated: 5/30/2023 at 4:55am CT [ Central/Chicago time ]

 

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Directed by: Bethany Rooney
Written by: Cristina Boada

 
SERIES STARS:
 
Raymond ‘Red’ Reddington โ€“ James Spader
Donald Ressler โ€“ Diego Klattenhoff
Harold Cooper โ€“ Harry Lennix
Siya Malik โ€“ Anya Banerjee
Dembe Zuma โ€“ Hisham Tawfiq
 
GUEST STARS:
 
Regina Saint โ€“ Rosie Benton
Jemma Parikh โ€“ Anjali Bhimani
Aang Chen โ€“ Michael Bow
Herbie Hambright โ€“ Alex Brightman
Okello Okoro (Kel Ammons) โ€“ Daniel J Cork
Mey Chen โ€“ Anna Mikami
Duni Okoro โ€“ Sandra Okuboyeho
Charlene Cooper โ€“ Valarie Pettiford
Tomas Vicente โ€“ Al Rodrigo
Weecha Xiu โ€“ Diany Rodriguez
Adolfo Santoro โ€“ Caesar Samayoa
Edward Kyles โ€“ Jonathan Walker
Kathleen Sutton โ€“ Janet Zarish

 

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๐Ÿ”ด Script 10:14 The Nowhere Bride

 

Brief (Where weโ€™re at):

As Red flits around the globe collecting items his possessions to bring back to the States to sell at outrageously low prices, Siya Malik has been tagging along to keep tabs on him for the task force. Meanwhile, Siya engaged Herbie Hambright to to try to find out more about the discovery that Meera Malik, a former task force member now dead, was not her biological mother. When Herbie came up short, he suggested that Siya ask for help from Red, which she did.

Red took Siya to retrieve a rare stamp, a misprint named โ€œThe Sicilian Error of Colorโ€ and summoned a potential buyer named Kathleen Sutton. She could not afford the stamp worth millions but he insisted she take it because her deceased husband had longed for the stamp. He asked only $2000, which she paid with a check. Later, Red gave Siya the check and suggested it provided a key to her past. Through a series of flashbacks, we also learned that Kathleen Suttonโ€™s husband Nigel had been Meeraโ€™s partner and that their relationship had been fraught and teetered on the edge of criminality.

 
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[ A charity meal service ]
[ Charlene Cooper, wife of Harold Cooper, is helping serve meals alongside a recent immigrant to the US named Duni Okoro, who just recently gotten married ]
[ People murmuring softly ]
~ Hi.
~ Bless you.
~ Same to you.
~ Bless you.
[ Duniโ€™s cellphone ringsโœจ] [ Itโ€™s her husband, Okello Okoro, โ€œKelโ€ for short ]
Duni: [ To Charlene ] Can you take over for a second?
Charlene: Oh, of course, honey.
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[ Duni steps away from the counter to take the call ]
Duni: [ Giggling ] You miss me already?
Okello: [ Laughs ] Am I that obvious?
Duni: [ Laughs ] I don’t mind.
Okello: Good. ‘Cause I am cooking dinner for you tonight. Roasted chicken, baby carrots with honey, oh, and rice. I know it’s not much, but it’s what I know how to cook best.
Duni: I’m just happy I found a husband who can cook.
Okello: Well, you deserve a special night. I feel guilty that we haven’t been able to take our honeymoon yet.
Duni: You couldn’t make me any happier than I am right now. I’m here for another half an hour, and then I’m all yours.
Okello: Oh! Umโ€“ I am going to need a little more time than that. Um, can you make a stop on your way home? I picked up a bottle of white, but I think a nice bottle of red would be much better.
Duni: Can’t wait. Bye.

 
[ Duni arrives home. She switches the lights on ]
Duni: [ Calling out ] Hello. I’m home. [ Chuckles ] I, uh, maybe splurged a bit on a Petit Verdot.
[ She puts the bottle down ]
Duni: But you did say it was a special night. Kel? [ Chuckles ] What are you up to?
[ Suspenseful music playing ]
[ Duni looks around the apartment. It looks like an altercation took place: glas shattered, things tossed about ]
[ Duni places a call ]
Duni: Come on, Kel, pick up.
Automated voice: You’ve reached a number that has been disconnected and is no longer in service.
Duni: What the hell is happening?

 
[ The New York City Bath House where Red has taken up residence. He pours a cup of coffee for Siya. Heโ€™s dressed up in a 3-piece suit ]
Siya: Oh, my gosh. That coffee smells good.
[ Siya puts her coat down and takes a seat ]
Siya: I didn’t sleep a wink. Every inch of this city is under construction. It’s like jackhammers are at my headboard. I slept better in my car than at the hotel.
Red: โ€˜There’s something in the New York air that makes sleep useless,โ€™ so said Simone de Beauvoir.
Siya: Agree to disagree, Simone. So where are we off to today? Bavaria for a meeting with the Illuminati? Treasure hunt in Cairo?
Red: I’m off to a meeting. You should enjoy your coffee.
[ Siya begins to rise ]
Red: No, no, no. Sit, sit, relax.
Siya: I was told to keep an eye on you.
Red: I’m willing to offer a compromise. My burner phone. Write the number down and call it whenever you want to check up on me. I promise I’ll answer.
Siya: What am I supposed to do the rest of the time?
Red: Well, perhaps you’d prefer to spend the day pursuing your own personal matters.
Siya: You’re referring to the check from the garage sale?
Red: Did you step through that door?
Siya: Not yet.
Red: Oh, well.
[ Siya unfolds the check .]
Siya: Why don’t you just tell me what Kathleen Sutton has to do with my mother’s past?
Red: Because, Agent Malik, some stories can’t just be told. They have to be discovered. Call whenever you like.
[ Red adjusts his fedora and leaves ]

 
[ Charlene and Harold Cooperโ€™s kitchen. Cooper is sitting at the table. Charlene enters ]
Charlene: Morning.
[ Charlene pats him on the back. He barely looks up. She gets herself some coffee ]
Charlene: After 30 years of marriage, I can finally tell the difference between your sexy squint and your tortured gaze.
Cooper: And what are my eyes telling you now?
Charlene: That I’m not getting lucky tonight. [ Chuckles ] What’s going on with you?
Cooper: Uh, the task force. We’re under a high level of scrutiny. If we’re gonna survive, we have to prove our worth. But we’re in a holding pattern.
Charlene: Reddington?
Cooper: Our team relies on the Blacklist cases that he brings us, but he’s been acting erratically, more so than usual.
Charlene: Anything I can do?
Cooper: Sure. Find us a case to work on.
Charlene: There’s this young woman I volunteer with at the meal center, brand-new to the country, Happiest newlywed in the world, until her husband vanished from the apartment.
Cooper: Charlene, I was joking.
Charlene: Right in the middle of cooking dinner. Poor thing, she couldn’t even get through her shift yesterday without crying.
Cooper: I’m very sorry to hear that, but, uh, it’s not exactly the kind of case is gonna help us.
Charlene: Oh, so โ€“ the goal of your team is to help yourselves. And all this time I thought it was to help people in trouble. My mistake.
[ Cooperโ€™s brow furrows ]

 
[ The Post Office war room. Cooper briefs the task force ]
Cooper: Okello Okoro. It’s been four days since his wife, Duni, came home to find him gone and their apartment ransacked. She filed a missing persons report, but so far, Montgomery County police have come up empty.
Ressler: A missing husband. Really? I mean, what’s Reddington’s angle here?
Cooper: This case didn’t come from Reddington.
Dembe: Who did it come from?
Cooper: Charlene.
Herbie Hambright: Who’s Charlene?
[ Herbieโ€™s the newest task force member ]
Dembe: His wife.
Herbie: Oohhh.
Cooper: If you got a stronger case, I’m all ears. We’re hanging by a thread here. Senator Panabaker called me at home last night to inform me that Congressman Hudson has recruited Senator Dorf to his cause.
Ressler: The head of the Intelligence Committee.
Cooper: Congressman Hudson won’t give up until he finds out who we are and what we do, and with Dorf on his side, Hudson could subpoena our case files and read everything.
Dembe: There’s nothing to read. Raymond removed all traces of himself from those files.
Cooper: Exactly. We’re a task force built around an invisible and thoroughly unreliable asset. If this team’s gonna get shut down, I’d just as soon use our final days to do some good for somebody.
Ressler: Dembe and I will go talk to the wife, get the full story. What’s her name again?
Cooper: Duni.
[ Ressler and Dembe leave ]
Cooper: [ To Herbie ] You dig into the husband. Okoro. If he was kidnapped, let’s find out why.

 
[ Ressler and Dembe sit down with Charlene and Duni in the dining room where they work ]
Charlene: This is Agent Ressler and Agent Zuma. They’re good men. And if anyone can help you, they can.
Duni: I can’t thank you enough.
Charlene: You’re welcome, dear.
Duni: I’ve never felt so scared.
Dembe: Why don’t you start by telling us more about your husband?
Ressler: Charlene tells us you’re newlyweds. How’d you two meet?
Duni: Um, on a dating app. Um, I was living in Kenya at the time. I think the distance made us feel safer to open up. So we started messaging andโ€“ [ Sniffles ] The beautiful messages he wrote. Before we knew it, we were in love.
Ressler: So you moved here for him?
Duni: Kel offered to come to Kenya, but he has a good job here, and I’ve always wanted to live in America. So I got here four weeks ago. We got married right away.
Dembe: I know you think your husband was taken, but is there any chance he left on his own? Many men get cold feet.
Duni: No, not Kel. We’re in love.
Ressler: Now, are you aware of anything he might be running from? Any debts?
Duni: Not that I know of. Like I said, he has a stable career. Why are you asking me these questions?
Dembe: We checked your husband’s financials. His bank account was emptied the same day he vanished.
Duni: Whoever abducted Kel must have known about my parents’ money.
Ressler: Your parents’ money?
Duni: The dowry. They transferred it into Kel’s account just this week. Seventy-five thousand dollars. It was all my family had. If Kel’s account is empty, then whoever took him must have taken the dowry, too.

 
[ Door opens ] [ Ressler and Dembe exit the building ]
Ressler: Dowries? I didn’t realize that was still a thing.
Dembe: In some African and Asian countries, they continue to be given, but they’re largely illegal.
Ressler: I imagine that would make them pretty appealing for a criminal.

 
[ A woman named Jemma Parikh sits at a workstation typing into a messaging app, reading aloud what she is typing. It sound like poetry ]
Jemma Parikh: โ€œI can’t stop it.
I can’t stop it any more than I can stop a wind from blowing or a wave from crashing.
I want to be with you.
I want to be with you now.
I’m tired of living this charade.
The me that others know has died.
I need to shed myself from this dry, scratchy skin and be reborn in you.
In us.โ€

[ The voice of a man named Ishaan interrupts ]
Ishaan: Jemma!
Jemma: What? What is it?
Ishaan: I just received an alert from the bank. The transfer came through.
Jemma: [ Laughs ]
[ Jemma places a call ]
[ Line ringing โœจ]
Jemma: I just received the dowry. Another job well done. You ready for another target?
Okello Okoro: Hell yeah. Whatever you need, I’m your guy.
Jemma: I’m just working on a new woman from Senegal who is almost ready to make real contact. I’ll send you your new ID packet this weekend. First, I just need to wrap out another case.

 
[ Apartment door opens ]
Aang Chen: Good morning, beautiful.
Mey: [ Laughs ] Morning.
Aang: I’m excited for today. I cannot wait to make you my wife.
[ Woman giggles ]
[ They kiss and hug ]

 
[ Siya pays a visit to Mrs Kathleen Sutton ]
Mrs Sutton: Hello?
Siya: Mrs. Sutton? We didn’t get a chance to meet, but I was at a garage sale you went to a few days ago.
Mrs Sutton: Oh, dear. Please tell me that nice man in the hat isn’t asking for his stamp back.
Siya: No, nothing like that. Special Agent Siya Malik with the FBI. I was wondering if I could ask you some questions.
[ Door closes ]
Mrs Sutton: Here. Please take a seat. I’m not sure how much help I’ll be. My Nigel worked for the Foreign Office, but he couldn’t get into specifics of what he did.
Siya: I’m looking for information about a woman, a CIA agent who I guess was a liaison to your husband about 25 years ago. Does that ring any bells?
Mrs Sutton: [ Chuckles ] Oh, I don’t know. Nigel was stationed overseas most of his career, and I lived stateside. That’s why we wrote so many letters. And closer to hisโ€“ Closer to the end, he was reassigned to London. I met a few of his coworkers before he died in the line of duty. But, uh, that period is such a blur for me.
Siya: I’m sorry for your loss.
Mrs Sutton: I appreciate that. Well, actually, I do remember one colleague who I met at Nigel’s service.
Siya: A woman?
Mrs Sutton: Yes. She gave me her business card, and she said if I ever needed any help to reach out.
Siya: What was her name? Was it Meera Malik?
[ Siya shows her a photo of Meera ]
Mrs Sutton: Hmm. No, that’s not her.
Siya: Ah, what was her name?
Mrs Sutton: It was, uhโ€“ Regina. That was it. Regina Saint.
Siya: Are you sure?
Mrs Sutton:[ Chuckles ] I am. I remember thinking it was a lovely name at a dreadful time.

 
[ Later, from the Post Office. Herbie talks on the phone with Siya ]
Herbie: According to her file, Regina Saint worked for the CIA for 23 years. She was your mother’s case officer at one point, and she’s now retired in St. Augustine, Florida. All right, I’m sending you all the information I have on Regina Saint right now.
[ Cellphone dings๐Ÿ”…]
Siya: Got it. Thanks so much for your help.
Herbie: Yeah, no problem. So how are things going with Reddington?
Siya: Oh, he lives in a decrepit bath house and makes great coffee. Not much else toreport.
Herbie: Uh, I gotta run. Duty calls.
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[ Cooper, Ressler and Dembe gather around Herbieโ€™s desk ]
Cooper: Where are we with the missing husband?
[ Herbie plays some surveillance footage ]
Herbie: Uh, well, based on what I found, “missing” is a relative term. Security footage from Okoro’s bank the day he was kidnapped. If there’s any question, what you’re looking at is Okello Okoro โ€“ Say that three times fast. Draining his account dry.
Cooper: If his hand’s being forced, he doesn’t look under duress to me.
Herbie: Check out the timestamp. That’s an hour before his heartbroken bride called 911. Missing husband or thieving bastard? You make the call.
Ressler: After we talked to the wife, Dembe and I did some digging. This guy’s entire identity is fabricated.
Dembe: Okello Okoro’s Social Security number belonged to an infant that died in childhood in 1982. His birth certificate lists a hospital that has no records of him, and his marriage certificate is a fake.
Cooper: So he’s a con man.
Ressler: Well, that suggests an individual. Now, given the intricacies of his scam, we believe Okoro is part of a larger operation.
Cooper: Okay. There may be other victims out there. We need to find Okoro’s real identity. I want all of you to head to Duni’s apartment. Armed with this new information, maybe we can find something local PD missed.

 
[ Door opens ]
[ Woman laughing ]
[ Aang Chen carries his new bride, Mey, dressed for the occasion, over the threshold of their apartment ]
Aang: Voilร !
Mey: [ Laughs ] You’re going to hurt yourself.
Aang: What do you mean? I’ve been secretly working out in preparation for this very moment.
Mey: So you think I’m heavy?
Aang: You’re perfect.
Mey: I’m going to call my parents to tell them the good news.
Aang: No! Uh, stay. I mean, they’re probably fast asleep anyways.
Mey: You clearly have never met my parents. They’re up and waiting. I guarantee it. Plus, I want them to send over my dowry so we can get out of this man cave, find a respectable place to start our lives together.
Aang: All right, fair enough. But as soon as they send the money, we’re gonna get you a ring and a proper honeymoon. I want to do this right. You should have everything you’ve ever wanted.
Mey: I do. I have you.
[ They kiss ]

 
[ At the apartment Okello and Duni Okoro shared, Duni and Dembe talk while Ressler and Herbie scour the place for evidence the police detectives might have missed ]
Duni Okoro: How could I have been so naive? I really thought we were in love. Kel was so sweet and emotional. You should read the messages he wrote me. He spoke straight to my heart.
Dembe: We need to figure out who your husband really is. The police didn’t find any of his fingerprints here. He wiped the place down clean before he left. Have you seen any of his personal items that could help us?
Duni: No.
[ Ressler holds up a vase ]
Ressler: These things still have the price tags left on them. This entire apartment is staged for your benefit. Just like they staged his kidnapping. Now, we suspect that he had accomplices. Did you ever meet any of his friends?
Duni: No, never. God, I feel like such a fool. How am I going to tell my family that I lost all of their money? They’ll disown me.
Dembe: You were victimized by a thief. Your family will come around.
[ Herbie emerges ]
Herbie: Ah-ha! The man you know as Kel did a fine job of cleaning his wayward hairs and dead skin cells, but nobody can remember everything. I just pulled a clean print.
Dembe: From where?
Herbie: The toilet.
Ressler: He didn’t clean the toilet?
Herbie: He cleaned most of the toilet. But lucky for us, Kel is a โ€˜stand-up guy.โ€™ As in he stands to pee, which means he has to lift the seat.
Dembe: You found his fingerprint underneath the toilet seat? Gross.
Herbie: Have you changed a diaper recently?
Ressler: Okay, let’s run that print, get the ID.

 
[ Red is meeting with Mr Tomas Vicente, front man for Mr Adolfo Santoro ]
Red: I confess, I’m usually the one avoiding meetings, not requesting them. Well, I’ve been following your employer’s operations, ventures in Brazil and Uruguay. And now he’s set his sights on the US. Santoro is almost as hungry as I was at his age.
Tomas Vicente: Mr. Reddington, my employer will consider that the highest compliment coming from you.
Red: Then why isn’t he here? Why did he send you?
[ Redโ€™s displeasure is evident ]
Vicente: All of Mr. Santoro’s business matters go through me. So, what are we here to discuss?
Red: Why don’t we start with the bribing of Florida’s Regional Environmental Officer? There’s currently a multibillion-dollar contract up for grabs to reinforce the Gulf coastline.
Vicente: Mr. Santoro is a businessman. He had every right to make a bid for that.
Red: [ Chuckles ] Santoro is a crook. He couldn’t care less about the effects of climate change. He’s gonna fill those jobs with all his underworld connections and rake in the kickbacks. Stop me when I’m wrong.
Vicente: My employer grew up in the favelas of Sao Paolo. Being a criminal was how he survived. [ Chuckles ] But the past is the past. This project represents a new chapter for his organization.
Red: So we’re playing pretend now. Okay, I’ll play along. Getting the contract is just the first step. If Santoro wants to milk this heifer, he’ll need to make and maintain the right connections, line the right pockets, pay out entities. It’s overwhelming. Lucky for you, I’m here to offer my assistance.
Vicente: Mr. Santoro has nothing but respect for you, Mr. Reddington. But we already have a full complement of partners on the project.
Red: Erosion is a sneaky sort. It happens slowly over time. Before you know it, something that once was thriving no longer exists.
Vicente: Is that a threat?
Red: Just a tip. That one’s free. You can see yourself out.
[ Vicente leaves ]
[ Redโ€™s cell phone dialing โ€ขโ€ขโ€ข โ€ขโ€ขโ€ข โ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ข ]
[ Line ringingโœจ]
Red: Yes, Secretary Kyle’s office, please.

 
Parole Officer: Please sit down. So, how can I help you?
Ressler: Well, we just pulled a print from a fraud case we’ve been working, and it belongs to one of your parolees.
Dembe: He was operating under the alias โ€˜Okello Okoro.โ€™ But his real name is Kel Ammons.
Parole Officer: Kel? That’s too bad. I was hoping Kel would turn a corner. I mean, he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, but he’s handsome, he’s charming. I thought he might find a way to cash in on that.
Dembe: He did, by stealing the dowry of an African woman. We need to find him.
Parole Officer: I did an apartment check last week. Nothing out of the ordinary. That address should be current.
Dembe: That’s a different address than the apartment he’s sharing with his wife.
Ressler: We’ll look into this. We’ll get back to you. Thanks for your help.

 
[ Jemma Parikh, who runs the dowry theft ring, walks over. She works in the Parole Office as well ]
Jemma: Who were the stiffs?
Parole Officer: FBI agents looking into Kel Ammons. Something about a love scam.

 
[ Redโ€™s plane is parked. US Interior Secretary Edward Kyles boards to meet with Red ]
Red: Mr. Secretary, welcome. Please have a seat. We haven’t caught up for some time. How are those gray wolves of yours doing?
Secretary Kyles: You want to hear something great? Their population grew by 3.5% over the last 12 months alone. And, hey, we even spotted a new den. It’s near Glacier National Park.
Red: That’s what I love about you, Eddie. You truly care about the puppies. Puts a smile on my face.
Secretary Kyles: It also gave the Department of the Interior a win to take back to the President. But we’re not here to talk about wolves, now, are we?
Red: We are not. I’ve run into some trouble with a coastal protection project in Florida. The contract is about to go to a new erosion control company. What you don’t know is that the company is backed by a Brazilian entrepreneur named Adolfo Santoro, who also has ties with certain crime syndicates. No biggie, but they include one particularly ghastly drีฝg cartel that’s been terrorizing the Yucatan. It’s a sensitive matter that only you can help me with.
Secretary Kyles: How long do you need?
Red: Long enough for you and I to push a few pieces around the game board.

 
[ Jemma Parikh calls Okello Okoro/Kel Ammons ]
Jemma: You screwed up.
Kel: No, I didn’t. Duni has no idea who I am. I scrubbed the apartment like I always do, and I closed the bank account. It was seamless.
Jemma: Well, you must have screwed up somewhere. The FBI knows your real identity.
Kel: The FBI?
Jemma: Yeah, they were just here questioning my boss. You’re burned, and now we’re both at risk.
Kel: Jemma, what do I do? I can’t go back to jail.
Jemma: First, you go to your apartment. Get rid of anything that connects you to me. And then you need to disappear, somewhere no one knows who you are. Go now.
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[ Jemma calls over to her boss ]
Jemma: Hey, I’ll be back soon. I need to run a personal errand. I’ll be on my cell, yeah?
[ On her way out, she ditches her cell phone in the trash ]

 
[ Dembe and Ressler get out of their vehicle near the new address they have for Kel Ammons ]
Dembe: Ugh. It’s astonishing how much work and preparation went into this terrible con.
Ressler: Well, imagine what they could have accomplished if they just applied themselves to something constructive.
[ In front of the building is someone packing the trunk of a car ]
Ressler: Wait. Isn’t that our guy? [ Loudly ] Kel Ammons! FBI! Keep your hands where I can see them!
[ Suspenseful music playing ]
[ Kel takes off with Ressler in pursuit, but Dembe drives the car around and blocks his way ]
Ressler: Kel Ammons, you’re under arrest.

 
[ Aang Chen is at home ] [ Cellphone rings โœจ]
Aang: Jemma, I’m glad you’re calling. Listen, I want to talk to you about something.
Jemma: Yeah, where are you? Are you alone?
Aang: Yeah. Mey’s at the cafe on the corner, grabbing us something to eat. What’s going on?
Jemma: We’re moving up the timeline. I need you to withdraw Mey’s dowry today.
Aang: Actually, that’s what I want to talk to you about.
Jemma: The FBI is onto us. One of my husbands got made. I’m shutting down the operation. I’m not sure how long. Maybe for good.
Aang: Whoa, whoa, whoa. The Feds?
Jemma: Don’t worry. They don’t have any idea you exist, and I’m going to keep it that way, you have my word. But for now, I need Mey’s dowry in my account today.
Aang: Look, Jemma, I can’t do it. I can’t rob Mey.
Jemma: Why not?
Aang: Iโ€“ I love her.
Jemma: Mey did not fall in love with you. I’m the one who seduced her online. Me. She fell in love with my words, my passion. What are you going to do when she figures out you have nothing meaningful to say?
Aang: Look, I’m not stealing her money.
Jemma: More than half of that dowry belongs to me, and it may be my last one. There’s no way in hell I’m giving that up.
Aang: Jemma, don’t call again.
Jemma: Don’t youโ€“
[ Line disconnects ]
Jemma: Ugh. [ Exhales ]

 
[ A fast food place ]
Customer: Thanks. Bye-bye.
[ Mey Chen has placed her order when Jemma Parikh appears at the door ]
Jemma: Excuse me. Are you Mey Chen?
Mey: I am. I’m sorry. Do I know you?
Jemma: No, but I-I just witnessed a terrible accident on Dale and Fifth. A pedestrian was hit by a motorcycle. He said his name was Aang, Aang Chen. Do you know him?
Mey: He’s my husband.
Jemma: Well, uh, he was pretty banged up. I don’t know how badly, but when the paramedics put him in the ambulance, he asked me to come find you. He said that he didn’t have his phone and that you were new to the country. You’d have no way of getting a hold of him.
Mey: Thank you. Wait, uh, what hospital was he taken to?
Jemma: Uh, Overbrook General. You know where that is?
Mey: I don’t know where anything is yet.
Jemma: Well, I could drop you off. The hospital’s right on my way. It’d be no problem.
Mey: Thank you. Yes. I really appreciate it.
Jemma: Okay.

 
[ Red is on his plane in flight. Heโ€™s talking on the phone with his minder, Siya ]
Siya: You staying out of trouble?
Red: For the moment, but things could take a turn. The day’s not over. How about you?
Siya: I’ve got a lead on my mother’s former case officer with the CIA.
Red: Wonderful.
Siya: Not wonderful. The woman’s retired in St. Augustine, Florida. I left her a voicemail, but I think I’m gonna have to wait until I can take some personal time to fly down there.
Red: Nonsense. I’ll take you there first thing tomorrow on the jet.
Siya: Really? Are you planning to fly tomorrow?
Red: I’m planning to fly you to St. Augustine tomorrow. Oldest city in America I’ve never been. I’d love to go.

 
[ Aang is at home, unhurt of course, trying to reach Mey ]
[ Line ringingโœจ]
Mey: [ On phone ] Hello?
Aang: Mey! Why haven’t you been picking up? I’ve been calling for the past hour. Where are you? You okay?
Jemma: I’m afraid Mey’s unable to come to the phone at the moment.
[ Jemma has Mey bound and gagged in a warehouse ]
Aang: Jemma. What did you do? If you hurt Mey, I swear that I’m gonnaโ€“
Jemma: Before you swear to anything you might regret, I want you to understand that I am the one in control. And if you don’t bring me Mey’s dowry in the next 24 hours, you will never see your wife again.

 
[ Red and Siya are in the bathhouse apartment, getting ready to leave for Florida ]
[ Cell phone ringing โœจ ]
Red: Sorry. Hello.
Vicente: Mr. Reddington, this is Tomas Vicente. I just learned of an interesting development in the Gulf coastline bid. Florida’s Regional Environmental Officer has just resigned, completely out of the blue. And Mr. Santoro’s government contract is now delayed.
Red: I’m confused. Why are you calling me? I already offered my help and you declined.
Vicente: Please. Mr. Santoro would very much like a face-to-face. Can you get to Cuba in six hours?
Red: Maybe. Text me the address and I’ll see.
[ Call ends ]
Red: I’m afraid we have a detour.
Siya: Detour? Detour to where?
Red: To Cuba. Have you been?
Siya: What about St. Augustine?
Red: Don’t you worry one bit. We will definitely get you there, too. What a whirlwind.

 
[ The Post Office ] [ Ressler and Dembe sit down to interrogate Kel Ammons alias Okello Okoro ]
Ressler: How was your first night back in a cell? You ready to talk now?
Kel: It was Jemma Parikh.
Ressler: Who’s Jemma Parikh?
Kel: She works in my parole office.
Dembe: The woman with the coffee.
Kel: That’s where we met. Jemma noticed how I was struggling to find a job. She promised the con would be a good way to make a living. She was right.
Dembe: So Parikh runs the operation?
Kel: She’s the one you’re looking for.
Ressler: How’s her operation work?
Kel: Jemma looks for โ€“ I don’t know. Good-looking ex-cons, I guess. [ Chuckles ] Ethnic types. She creates an ID for them and then uses their profiles to phish online. That’s where she finds her marks.
Dembe: From countries where families still pay dowries.
Ressler: I take it Duni wasn’t your first victim.
Kel: That’s right. Once Jemma got a woman on the hook, she’d coach me on whatever I needed to know. Then I’d swoop in and do what I do best.
Ressler: Don’t flatter yourself, Romeo.
Dembe: So you split the dowries with Parikh?
Kel: She took 70%, but she keeps me working.
Ressler: Well, how many husbands does she have working?
Kel: I don’t know. Jemma’s a pro. Sheโ€“ She keeps us all separate.
Dembe: What about the brides? The other women she’s still conning? We need their names.
Kel: I don’t have any.
Ressler: It looks like we’re done here.
[ Ressler and Dembe get up and leave ]
Kel: [ Calling after them ] Wait! Please don’t go. I want to help you! I-I just can’t tell you what I don’t know!

 
[ Ressler walks with Cooper ]
Ressler: Jemma Parikh, born in Ahmedabad, India. She emigrated to America in her 20s. Currently, Parikh works as a local office manager for the US Parole Commission.
[ The team has gathered around Herbieโ€™s desk ]
Ressler: I called her boss, but she ditched work this afternoon. Nobody’s heard from her since.
Dembe: Because she knows we’re on to her. I searched the state of Maryland’s police records and found 12 foreign brides who reported their husbands missing in the last five years. All of those cases are still active.
Ressler: It’s a smart con. Without proof of foul play, missing persons cases aren’t a high priority.
Dembe: Even less so when it involves immigrants.
Cooper: They’re a priority now. This is no longer a case about one woman’s stolen dowry. I suspect Parikh has been running an international fraud ring for years. We need to find Parikh before she skips town. Do we have any leads?
Herbie: I do. I looked into Parikh’s offshore account where Duni’s husband transferred his dowry. I traced monthly payments from that account to a leased sedan here in DC. It’s a BMW registered under the same false ID on the bank account.
Cooper: Contact the manufacturer. Let’s see if we can get a GPS location on that vehicle.
Herbie: I already did. BMW is currently in a parking lot outside of a bank on Hamilton and 13th.
Cooper: Agents Ressler and Zuma, get there now. Let’s end this once and for all.

 
[ Dembe and Ressler come across Aang Chen loading a duffle bag containing the dowry money into the trunk of the BMW ]
Dembe: FBI! Keep your hands where we can see them.
Aang: [ Desperately ] Please, you can’t arrest me. She’ll kill her.
Ressler: Who are you talking about? Who’s gonna kill who?
Aang: Jemma Parikh. The woman I work for. If I don’t get Jemma this money today, she’s going to kill my wife.
[ Suspenseful music playing ]

 
[ Havana, Cuba ]
[ Red and Siya pause in the entrance of the restaurant where the meeting will take place ]
Red: Siya, I’m not exactly sure how this is going to go. Would you be a dear and stand by me and look tough?
Siya: How tough we talking?
Red: Like you shot a man in Reno just to watch him die.
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[ Adolfo Santoro enters, followed by Tomas Vicente and two body guards ~ one of which is Redโ€™s former bodyguard, Weecha Xiu. Redโ€™s lover at the time was Weechaโ€™s sister Mierce ]
Adolfo Santoro: I always hoped we would meet, just not under these circumstances. I made promises to my friends in the States that I won’t be able to keep now because of you.
Red: I learned the hard way to avoid promises. Stick to probabilities, likelihoods. You’ll find the collateral damage is much less.
Santoro: You screwed me over in Florida.
Red: No, I leaned into resources that I told your associate about. Nothing more, nothing less. You, on the other hand, decided to play in my sandbox without inviting me to make castles with you.
Santoro: You have my attention now.
Red: I’m reminded of a time at the Hipodromo Independencia in Rosario. There was a young colt, perfectly bred, aggressive, energetic. Everyone knew he was a sure thing. I’m embarrassed to say I bought into the hype and bet a whole lot of money on him, and he lost to a horse who had seen better days but had the heart and soul of a winner. And that night he made sure everyone knew it. I’m giving you one last chance to accept the offer of my services.
Santoro: I’m not alone on the Florida project. I have partners, and before I can sign off on anything, I need to reach out and consult with them first.
Red: I have a few minutes. I’ll wait.
[ Santoro and Vicente leave along with the male bodyguard. Red speaks to Siya ]
Red: Would you be so kind as to give us a minute, Siya?
Siya: I’ll see myself out.
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[ Red is left alone with Weecha ]
Red: You look the same.
Weecha: You too.
Red: I wish you had come back.
Weecha: I’ve been busy with work.
Red: I’m not surprised, what with you being such a tough guy and all. But I’m getting too old to search the jungle for you.
[ Weecha steps closer with a slight knowing smile on her face ]
Weecha: You’re saying Santoro caught your attention, But I know you don’t care about him or his business. That’s not why you’re here, is it?
Red: I missed you. Miss you.
[ Weecha lays her hands on Redโ€™s cheeks and the side of his neck ]
[ They kiss passionately and long ]
Weecha: [ Whispers ] I miss you, too.
[ Weecha steps back quickly ]
Weecha: [ Quietly ] But I gotta get back to work.
[ Santoro enters ]
Santoro: My partners agreed. They look forward to working with you.
Red: Excellent news. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have somewhere else to be.
[ Red doffs his fedora and leaves ]

 
[ At Regina Saintโ€™s home in St. Augustine, Florida ]
Siya: Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, Ms Saint.
Regina Saint: Oh, please, call me Regina. Meera Malik’s daughter. My goodness. I never expected to see you again.
Siya: Wait. Uh, we’ve met before? I-I’m sorry. I don’t remember.
Regina: Oh, of course you don’t. You were still in a crib, dear. And now you work for the FBI. Following in your mother’s footsteps?
Siya: Something like that.
Regina: I didn’t work with Meera long. Just the one case. But I considered her a friend. I was sorry to hear of her passing.
Siya: Well, I’m here because of the case you just mentioned. I was hoping you could tell me more about it.
Regina: I remember it well. You always do when you lose an agent, even one working for a different team.
Siya: Nigel Sutton.
Regina: Yes. Your mother’s partner.
Siya: What happened?
Regina: There’s only so much I’m authorized to say. Most of the information surrounding that case is still classified. What I can tell you is an inquiry into cause of death was opened, but your mother bore no responsibility in Nigel’s death. He simply died in the line of duty.
Siya: There was an inquiry?
Regina: Inquiries are protocol. But Nigel was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. In fact, Meera took it the hardest. They were close, you know, ever since that first case they worked together in Kolkata.
[ Siya scribbles the word โ€œKolkataโ€ on her note pad ]
Siya: I didn’t know any of this. There’s a lot I’m still learning about my mother.

 
[ Aang Chen arrives at the warehouse where Mey is being held by Jemma ]
Aang: Hello? I’m here. I have your money.
Jemma: Ah, I’m glad you came to your senses. The money, please.
Aang: Not until I know Mey is unharmed.
[ A man with a gun steps forward with Mey ]
Aang: Mey. Thank God you’re not hurt.
[ Aang tries to go to Mey ]
Armed Man: Don’t even think about it.
Jemma: If Mey loves you like you believe, then she’ll forgive you. A happy ending will be waiting on the other side. The money, now.
[ Aang tosses the duffle. It lands near Jemma. She unzips it, then nods at the Arrmed Man. He releases Mey, who runs to Aang. They embrace ]
Mey: [ Crying ]
Aang: Hey, don’t cry. You’re safe now. I got you.
[ Suddenly, Ressler, Dembe and other agents burst it ]
Ressler: FBI! Show me your hands!
โ€” Turn around.
โ€” All right, move in.
Dembe: Jemma Parikh, you’re under arrest.

 
[ At the Post Office, Dembe interrogates Jemma Parikh ]
Dembe: We ran your background. Do you know what we found? A criminal complaint you filed in your 20s, after you arrived in the States from India to marry an American. But he disappeared after your parents paid the dowry.
Jemma: In my country, I’m what’s called a โ€œnowhere bride.โ€
Dembe: So you were a victim and now you are victimizing other women. How does that happen?
Jemma: When my husband vanished, I had nothing. I tried to go back home, but my family was too ashamed to take me back. I was heartbroken and on my own in a foreign land.
Dembe: So it was done to you, so you thought, why not do it to others?
Jemma: [ Sarcastically ] This is the land of opportunity. Haven’t you heard?
Dembe: Sounds like a convenient way to justify robbery.
Jemma: No, no, you are wrong. I steal dowries. They’re antiquated. They are patriarchal. They maintain gender inequality, prevent women from going to school, and keep them from economic independence. Not to mention the violence that surrounds them.
Dembe: You’re right. Dowries are dehumanizing. But you could have really helped those brides. Instead, you preyed on them. [ Angrily ] At the end of the day, you’re no better than a run-of-the-mill thief. Just like the man who stole from you.
[ Dembe leaves ]

 
[ Ressler interrogates Aang ]
Aang: I did what you asked me to do. Please, you have to let me see Mey.
Ressler: Come on. You know that’s not possible.
Aang: I need to explain everything. I need her to know I was telling her the truth. I really do love her.
Ressler: Yeah? Sure have a funny way of showing it.
[ Ressler leaves the interrogation room and enter the observation room. Mey has been watching ]
Mey: [ Sighs ] Do you think he’s telling the truth?
Ressler: Does it matter?
Mey: [ Crying ] I guess not. He’s not the person I left my home and family for. What am I going to do in this country now? He’s the only person Iโ€“ thought I knew here.
Ressler: Well, it just so happens I know a young woman from Kenya who I think you might really hit it off with. Come on. Let’s get out of here.

 
[ The Coopersโ€™ home ] [ Duni, the woman from Kenya, is visiting ]
Cooper: Parikh kept a ledger, so we were able to arrest her ring of conmen and get some of the stolen dowries back. The money will be disbursed to all the women who were defrauded by her operation.
Duni: Thank you. I would have never known what really happened without your help.
Charlene: So, what’s next?
Duni: I have a lot to think about, but I want to take some time for myself. Maybe try a college course. Thank you again.
Charlene: You’re so welcome.
[ Duni leaves ]
Cooper: I don’t know if this case is high-profile enough to get the DOJ off our backs, but I’m happy we were able to help someone.
Charlene: Me too, honey. Thank you.
[ Hug ]
Charlene: Mmm. [ Kiss ]

 
[ Red sits across from Siya on their flight back from St Augustine ]
Red: How was your chat with Regina Saint? Have you discovered something?
Siya: Nigel Sutton and my mother began working together in Kolkata, where my birth certificate and adoption papers were forged. Less than two years later, Nigel was killed during an operation, and Meera was investigated. There’s just too many coincidences too close together. I think it’s all connected, but I don’t know how.
Red: Not every answer is worth knowing.
Siya: To me, this one is. [ Sighs ] Would you justโ€“ Please, tell me what you know?
Red: Kolkata. In 1997, Meera was a young intelligence officer working an operation in one of the deepest, darkest holes that humanity has to offer, guns and drีฝgs, sะตxual slavery. One night she met the head of a trafficking ring in Bowbazar, a red-light district that’s said to employ almost 12,000 prostitutes. While Meera was trying to work the asset, she noticed the crying baby alone in the corner. At that moment, members of a rival gang came in and the place turned into a free-for-all. As the chaos ensued around her, Meera suddenly just scooped up that baby girl and ran. She ran all the way to London and never let go.
Siya: Uhโ€“ The parents. Who were my parents?
Red: I don’t know. You had been abandoned.
Siya: What about Officer Sutton? What happened to him?
Red: Before Kolkata, there was no baby. And afterwards there was you. Meera had fabricated your birth and adoption. And Officer Sutton, being her close colleague, knew the truth and tried to use that against your mother, extorting her and putting you in danger. Meera wasn’t going to let anything bad happen to her new family. [ Solemnly ] I know how far a parent will go to protect their child. [ Normal voice ] Well, she didn’t kill him. She didn’t precipitate or participate. She let him die. โ‹˜โ‹™ Meera gave you a chance at life. And from what I’ve seen, your mother would be very proud.
Siya: [ Tears flowing ] Thank you.
Red: Why don’t I get us something to drink?
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๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฉ ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฟ ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡พ ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฟ ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ผ ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฟ ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฌ ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฒ ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ช ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ผ

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