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๐Ÿ”ด Script 10:17 Morgana Logistics

 

๐Ÿ”ด Script 10:17 Morgana Logistics Corp (โ„– 167)

 
NBC’s series The Blacklist starring James Spader and Megan Boone
Series created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Program air date: 6/8/2023 in the US (9pm Central/Chicago Time)
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Directed by: Andrew McCarthy
Written by: Aiah Samba

 
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:
 
Mr Westbrook โ€“ Shaun Anthony
Andrea Athens โ€“ Krista Braun
Agnes Keen โ€“ Sami Bray
Herbie Hambright โ€“ Alex Brightman
Harold Conklin โ€“ Michael Di Liberto
Diane Atkins โ€“ Carolina Do
Raid Officer โ€“ Michael Ford
Captain Sullivan โ€“ Charlie Kevin
Mike Shaeffer โ€“ Peter Gary Lewis
Mr Kavanaugh โ€“ JC MacKenzie
Congressman Arthur Hudson โ€“ Toby Leonard Moore
Weecha Xiu โ€“ Diany Rodriguez
Special Agent Jordan Nixon โ€“ Derrick Williams

 

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๐Ÿ”ด Script 10:17 The Morgana Logistics Corporation

 

Brief (Where weโ€™re at):

The Reddington task force may have met its match, now that the corruption fighting Congressman Arthur Hudson appears likely to team up with Washington D.C. super-fixer Blair Foster. Hudson is determined to get to the bottom of the mystery behind โ€œTask Force 836.โ€ Thatโ€™s the line item in the FBI budget for the Reddington task force.

The very existence of the task force is classified Top Secret/SCI (Special Compartmented Information), meaning its very existence is shielded from all but a tiny number of people. The reason: Raymond Reddington is so high on the FBIโ€™s Wanted List and so notorious, that the fact that the government has him as a CI (Confidential Informant) would be scandalous and incomprehensible to most people, despite the good work that task force has done. Revealing the arrangement would also make Red a target for his enemies and make make it impossible for the task forceโ€™s work to continue.

 
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[ Suspenseful music playing ]
[ Red is sleeping. A slim figure approaches quietly in the dark. It is Weecha. She walks over to the bed. The blanket is bunched up at the head of the bed. Weecha snatches the blanket away. Thereโ€™s no one there ]
Red: Surprise.
[ Red stands behind Weecha ]
[ In a swift move, Weecha tosses Red onto the bed ]
Red: [ Grunts ]
Weecha: [ Sighs ] You need a bodyguard.
Red: I don’t want a bodyguard. I want a girlfriend.
[ Weecha rolls her head, but she is slipping her light jacket from her shoulders ]
[ Weecha drops onto the bed and straddles Red ]
Weecha: Yeah, well, good luck with that.
[ They kiss passionately ]
[ Fade out ]

 
[ The Coopersโ€™ kitchen ] [ Red enters through the back door, carrying a yellow shopping bag ]
[ Tchaikovskyโ€™s โ™ซ โ€œSwan Lakeโ€ (Swan Theme) plays on speaker ]
[ โบ๏ธ No Lyrics ( Instrumental ) ] [ โ™ช Tap square below to play โ™ช ]

Red: Hello!
Agnes: Hey, Pinky!
[ Big hug ]
Red: [ Chuckles ] “Swan Lake”!
Agnes: It’s the music for my recital.
Red: Yes. Speaking of thatโ€“
[ He gives Agnes the shopping bag ]
Agnes: [ Gasps ] Capezios! Oh, my gosh. They’re beautiful!
Red: Named after the Italian shoemaker Salvatore Capezio. He made shoes for Anna Pavlova.
Agnes: Oh, my gosh, Pinky. One of the greatest ballerinas of all time! These are custom, Pinky. How did you do that?
Red: Remember when you fell asleep during that movie? You know, the animated one? I measured your feet.
[ Both laugh ]
Agnes: Thank you, Pinky.
Red: It’s my pleasure, dear.
[ Agnes dashes off ]
Red: How are you, Harold?
Cooper: How are you? You sleeping alright? You look a little tired.
Red: Very perceptive, as usual. It was quite a night.
Cooper: What happened?
Red: I had an intruder at the bathhouse.
Cooper: What? Who? Were you hurt?
Red: I’m alright. It was a little bit touch and go at the beginning, but I came out on top in the end.
Cooper: And you had no security, I’m sure. Raymond, that’s a mistake. You have to prioritizeโ€“
Red: Ah! I’m way ahead of you, Harold. I realize I have been a little reckless when it comes to my personal well-being.
Cooper: Where’s Chuck?
Red: I don’t know. Something with his uncle. I haven’t spoken with him in a week or so. But here’s a thought. Maybe you could loan me Dembe, just for a day or two tops, while I secure other arrangements.
Cooper: Yes. Absolutely. I’ll inform Agent Zuma. [ Calls out ] Pancakes!
Red: [ Chuckles ]
[ Agnes dashes in and takes the plate, then dashes out ]
Cooper: [ Calling after her ] You’re welcome!
Agnes: [ From a distance ] Thank you!
Cooper: [ To Red ] By the way, I looked into that ship you told me about. The Aubergine in the Port of Baltimore. It’s owned by Transwisk International. They’re a shipping firm with a few dozen vessels. The Aubergine carries just over 11,000 40-foot containers.
Red: Did you look at the manifest?
Cooper: I did. Looks clean. A few hundred companies total, moving their goods for distribution. None of the companies were under active investigation or raised any red flags.
Red: That, Harold, is precisely the point. What no one knows is that hidden among those 11,000 containers are two that most certainly are not what they appear to be. The company is called Enteron Electronics, a so-called mid-sized tech firm headquartered in Florida.
Cooper: Enteron isn’t a real company?
Red: Well, it’s real in the sense that it was issued a certificate of incorporation by the state of Florida, it pays utilities and taxes, but it’s not manufacturing and/or selling mainframes and motherboards. It’s a phantom, a carefully curated corporate identity. I’m sure if you look, you’ll find Enteron has over 200 employees, a 25-year history, stellar reputation.
Cooper: But you’re saying all of that is โ€“ False. Who could do something on that scale?
Red: Our new Blacklister, the Morgana Logistics Corporation. A criminal concern that specializes in making companies appear legitimate. Enteron Electronics and that shipping company, Transwisk International, are just two of hundreds, maybe thousands of Morgana’s creations.
Cooper: Thousands?
Red: Morgana secures authentic documentation from the government and real vessels, trucks, ships, and aircraft with bona fide hull and tail numbers. And they manufacture exceptionally detailed identities for executives and employees.
Cooper: And no law enforcement agency’s picked up on this?
Red: Well, it’s not entirely their fault. The numbers are overwhelming, and many of the companies that Morgana stands up are real and conducting legitimate business. But enough are fictitious and camouflage for certainly the largest criminal shipping conglomerate in the United States. You take down Morgana, you’ll end one of the biggest criminal enterprises in American history.

 
[ The Post Office war room ]
Ressler: Where’s Dembe?
Cooper: With Reddington. He’s finally agreed to more security. Dembe’s filling in while Reddington finds a more permanent solution.
[ Cooper clicks on the everhead ]
Cooper: According to Reddington, Morgana Logistics uses apparently legitimate companies like Enteron Electronics as a smokescreen to move contraband around the country.
Siya: After your call, I did some research into Enteron. Their tax returns show a net income of about $14 million a year. They have a website with photos and bios of an executive team. Even a receptionist who answers the phone at their corporate offices.
Herbie: I wonder how she’d stand up to questioning.
Siya: Well, she’d be the only one, because the rest of them, they don’t exist. Well, not as flesh and blood, anyway. Their photos were generated by an AI program that uses different pieces of faces online to make an amalgamation.
Ressler: If those executives are fake, how do they have real driver’s license or tax returns?
Cooper: That’s what we need to find out. Enteron is just the first domino. Morgana’s the brains behind this. They’re our target.
Ressler: Well, according to the Enteron manifest, that ship’s carrying electronic components. The problem is, there could be anything in those containers. With over 500 million containers shipped every year, only about 2% are ever physically inspected.
Herbie: So, what is Enteron really moving? I can’t wait to hear that. Could be live reptiles, fake Louis Vuittons.
Cooper: Or weapons. Or people. The possibilities are endless and quite concerning. Ressler, Malik, get to the port. I’ll reach out to the U.S. Attorney for a search warrant.
Ressler: With Dorf and Hudson off our backs, seems like things are finally going our way.

 
[ Congressman Arthur Hudson talks with his aide Diane Atkins in his office ]
Arthur Hudson: His name’s Jordan Nixon. He’s a Special Agent working out of the Richmond field office. He should be here any minute.
Diane Atkins: Come on, Arthur. We’re investigating an FBI task force. You really think someone from the Bureau is gonna help us do that?
Hudson: You’ll see. We worked a few cases together when I was with the US Attorney’s Office.
Atkins: That was a while ago. A lot’s changed.
Hudson: I’m betting he hasn’t. One of the cases we made involved a group of FBI tactical officers lying about how much weight they seized in a handful of drีฝg raids. He went after them like a bloodhound.
[ Special Agent Jordan Nixon appears at the door ]
Jordan Nixon: Yeah, and I’m still paying for it. Made more than a few enemies in the Bureau on that one.
Hudson: Thanks for coming, Jordan.
Nixon: Yeah. I already feel like I might be sorry.
[ Both laugh ]
Hudson: This is my aide, Diane Atkins. Diane, meet Jordan Nixon.
Atkins: Hi.
Hudson: Diane was just leaving.
Atkins: Oh. Right. Very nice meeting you.
Nixon: Likewise.
[ Diane Atkins leaves ]
Nixon: So, it’s like that, huh? Even the support staff can’t stay?
Hudson: I’m circling the wagons, Jordan. Everybody’s need-to-know on this one.
Nixon: What exactly do I need to know?
Hudson: Task Force 8-3-6. It’s a covert Bureau operation. I stumbled onto it doing some budget review. From what I can see, it’s one of the biggest expenditures the agency’s ever sanctioned, and nobody, I mean nobody, will tell me why. Or how. Or who.
Nixon: Maybe there’s a good reason.
Hudson: Yeah. Or maybe it’s a corrupt op and a criminal use of government funds. All I’m asking for is a reasonable amount of transparency.
Nixon: You’re a congressman. Issue a subpoena.
Hudson: I did. And not just me. I got Senator Dorf to back my inquiry. Cynthia Panabaker and Harold Cooper convinced a judge to quash it. And when Dorf kept pushing? They leveraged him.
Nixon: That’s why Dorf stepped down?
Hudson: Mmm-hmm. I’m onto something, Jordan. Something real. And if I’m right, it’s a stain on the Bureau. I’m coming to you ’cause you’ve always been one of the good guys. Are you still?
Nixon: What would you need?
Hudson: Information. I can’t get it from the outside. Maybe you can sniff out some truth from the inside. That’s all I’m after, the truth.

 
[ Port of Baltimore ]
Captain Sullivan: My problem isn’t with the warrant. My problem’s you’re holding up over 11,000 containers to search two.
Ressler: Well, we appreciate your cooperation. [ To workers ] Alright, fellas, let’s crack a few.
Sullivan: I want it on record, both these containers had high-security bolt seals that were intact when you seized them.
Siya: Already noted.
Ressler: What do you know about Enteron Electronics?
Sullivan: Nothing. I see their name on my manifests.
Siya: We have reason to believe the company’s not transporting electronic components.
Ressler: Looks like this is from Bordeaux. Wow. Huh. Got a Grand Cru here.
Siya: I’m no expert, but even I’ve seen the headlines on the tariffs being imposed on imported French wines.
Ressler: Those are pretty expensive taxes.
Siya: A shipment this size? By going under the radar, you’re probably saving a few hundred grand.
Ressler: So you had no indication that you were transporting contraband?
Sullivan: Absolutely not. I’m a captain. I just sail my ship from one place to another. The containers come pre-packed. It’s not my job to verify what’s inside.
Ressler: Well, we have your information. If we need anything, we’ll be in touch.
Sullivan: I’ve done hundreds of runs with Enteron containers.
[ Ressler and Siya walk away ]
Sullivan: [ Calling after tgem ] They sent me a Christmas card, for God’s sake!
Ressler: We need to find out who runs Enteron.

 
[ People chattering indistinctly ] [ A warehouse. People mill about. A man, Mr Kavanaugh, sits in an office with a view of the activity ]
[ Knocking on door โœฝ โœฝ โœฝ ]
Mr Kavanaugh: Come in.
Mr Westbrook: The FBI just seized the Enteron containers at the Port of Baltimore.
Kavanaugh: What? Enteron has operated without interference from law enforcement for years.
What changed?
[ Westbrook: just shakes his head ]
Kavanaugh: Okay. The boss isn’t gonna like this. Keep an eye on the FBI. I want to make sure there’s no ripple effect.
Westbrook: How much can we afford to lose?
Kavanaugh: Well, if it gets bad enough, you’ll have much bigger things to worry about than the losses.

 
[ The Post Office war room ] [ Cooper walks over to where Siya, Herbie and Ressler are working ]
Siya: Sir, we know Enteron’s been distributing contraband across the country. The entire extent of what and how much is still under question.
Ressler: We interviewed the captains of the other ships carrying Enteron containers. Same story. Nobody knew that they were smuggling illegal goods.
Cooper: So we have the shipments but no company executives.
Herbie: Um, we may not have executives, but I did find an accountant. It’s the guy that did Enteron’s taxes last year.
Cooper: Agent Malik, go talk to this accountant. I’ll contact the Tampa field office and have them send a team to Enteron’s main warehouse.

 
[ Siya meets with tax accountant Harold Conklin in his office ]
Harold Conklin: Not real? That’s absurd! I can assure you this company is very real and extremely profitable. I’ve been doing Enteron’s taxes for years.
Siya: What you’ve been doing, Mr. Conklin, is aiding and abetting a criminal enterprise. Now, if you knew or reasonably should have knownโ€“
Conklin: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop right there. My clients submit their financials. I provide my expertise based on the numbers they supply. What about the contact info I gave you?
Siya: We raided Enteron’s headquarters in Tampa. There were no employees on site. Just some dusty office equipment and a few desks.
Conklin: I know nothing about that.
Siya: Well, Mr. Conklin, the only people who could have corroborated your story don’t seem to exist. But you exist. You’re right here in front of me.
Conklin: And I’m telling you the truth. Enteron is a very respectable company with an impeccable reputation. It’s no scam. Hell, I just had a working dinner with Roger Barrett, the Vice President of East Coast operations.
Siya: Where?
Conklin: Jaspiner in Manhattan.

 
[ Mr Kavanaugh is on the phone ]
Kavanaugh: Yeah. Yeah, understood.
[ Cell phone thuds ]
Westbrook: Everything okay, sir?
Kavanaugh: Send everybody home for the rest of the day. Boss wasn’t happy about the seizure. So much so, he, uhโ€“ He wants to come into town, talk with me alone.
Westbrook: Is it that bad?
Kavanaugh: Yeah. He’s not one to disappoint.
Westbrook: Let me help, sir.
Kavanaugh: No. You can’t help, Westbrook. You can’t help. He’s coming into town for a leadership change. And I-I really don’t know what that means.

 
[ The Post Office war room ]
Herbie: Jaspiner? I have been trying to get a reservation there forever. Did you go in the kitchen? How did it look? How did it smell?
Cooper: Herbie.
Siya: Conklin’s “working dinner” was too long ago for there to be any surveillance footage. But the restaurant’s general manager was able to access the transaction records for the night. The executive, Roger Barrett, used a corporate credit card, but not from Enteron. It was from a place called Northmyer, Incorporated.
Cooper: Is this Northmyer even real?
Siya: I don’t know, but the card has a billing address here in DC.
Cooper: You and Agent Ressler get there. I’ll secure another warrant.
[ Herbie calls to Siya ]
Herbie: Did you try anything while you were there? Oh, my God. You did, didn’t you?
[ Siya leans over close, drawing out each syllable ]
Siya: Just one delicious fish dumpling.
Herbie: [ Deep sigh ]
[ Ressler and Siya leave ] [ Keys clacking ]
Herbie: Must be nice to be in the field. [ Sighs ]

 
[ Redโ€™s place ] [ Dembe comes in ]
Dembe: I checked the perimeter. We’re clear. No apparent threats. Tell me what happened last night, Raymond.
Red: Oh, let’s not ruin a perfectly nice time with all that.
Dembe: You told Harold an intruder was at the bathhouse.
Red: Yes, and I handled it.
Dembe: Who? Why were they here?
Red: You’re not gonna let this go, are you? Fine. I’ll give you three guesses. If you don’t get it right, we move on. Deal?
Dembe: Deal. Monaco?
Red: No.
Dembe: Enzo?
Red: [ Chuckles ] No. That’s two.
Dembe: Not Monaco? The chef at Gage & Truffaut?
Red: [ Laughing ] Oh, come on. There’s no way she could still be mad at me. It was ages ago. I barely remember what I did.
Dembe: You remember.
Red: In any case, no. Not the chef. You’re out of guesses.
Dembe: No, I’m done guessing. If you’re not gonna tell me what happened last night, then I’m leaving.
Red: Okay, okay, okay, okay. On one condition.
Dembe: What?
Red: You beat me in a game of Bananagrams.

 
[ The FBI raids the address listed for Northmyer, Incorporated ]
Ressler: FBI! Hands where we can see them!
Agent 1: Federal agents!
Agent 2: No way in or out.
Agent 3: Clear!
[ Only Mr Kavanaugh is there ]
Siya: This is Northmyer? A warehouse with no public access points and no loading dock? What is this place?
Ressler: Where is everyone? Why are you the only one here?

 
[ On-site at Northmeyer ]
[ Herbie enters with a file box ]
Herbie: This place is a gold mine. From what I can tell, the building was being used as a data center for creating fake American companies. Paperwork on the desk suggests that they were applying for legitimate permits and licenses.
Siya: Well, that’s what Morgana Logistics does. This must be one of their facilities.
Herbie: Yeah, okay. Look at this. Look.
[ Herbie shows Sima whatโ€™s in the box ]
Herbie: All of these are companies. It’s going to take us forever to figure out which ones are real and which aren’t. When we were debriefed about Morgana, I was thinking maybe a few hundred fake companies. But we are talking thousands. Maybe even tens of thousands. Look. Look. Birth certificates, vehicle registrations, plane registrations, travel histories, expense reports. All real. Everything you need to make a company. Just add water.
[ Agents chattering indistinctly ]
Siya: Morgana Logistics may be the biggest criminal enterprise I’ve ever seen.
[ An display shows a map of the United States with all the shipping routes plotted ]
Ressler: There’s shipping routes all throughout the country.

 
[ Mr Kavanaugh sits at a table in an interrogation room. The task force has no idea what his true identity is ]
[ Door opens ] [ Ressler enters. He puts a cup in front of Kavanaugh ]
Mr Kavanaugh: Thank you.
Ressler: You got a name?
Kavanaugh: The Fifth Amendment.
Ressler: [ Chuckles ] That’s an interesting name.
Kavanaugh: Yeah, my mother thought it would make me stand out.
Ressler: Well, whoever you are, we ran your prints, and you have no criminal record. But you were carrying a license in the name of Gerome Kavanaugh, with an address in Bethesda. Looks like there’s no such person or address. No tax returns, no Social Security numbers, no birth certificate that we were able to find. No, you’re a phantom, just like those companies you create.
Kavanaugh: Jesus. I’m sorry to make your life so difficult.
Ressler: Oh, my life is fine. You’re the one who’s in for a difficult time.
Kavanaugh: Yeah? You think?
Ressler: I don’t care what your name is. US Attorney’s gonna write you up as John Doe, and then they’re gonna charge you with thousands of counts of enterprise fraud. Yeah, I’m thinking RICO violations. You don’t need a name to go to prison.
Kavanaugh: Alright. Am I softened up enough for the pitch? Is that it? Right? You’re a fed.. That means you live for the trade-up. You catch a fish, and instead of eating what you got, you try to trade it up for some larger size. In this case, I guess, it’s what? My employer?
Ressler: I wouldn’t worry about what I want. What do you want?
Kavanaugh: What do I want? Well, I-I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in prison. Then again, I want there to be a rest of my life.
Ressler: And what? If you cross your boss, he’ll kill you? Look, he’s coming for you no matter what. With everything that you know? You need whatever deal you can get.
Kavanaugh: Wow. Look at you. You feds can’t help it. It’s part of your DNA, right? Speaking of DNA, uh, you may be able to get a sample off of that. [ He means the cup ] That’s why you left it there, right? Okay. I think we’re done. I don’t need anything further. I don’t want to talk to an attorney. So just send me out to central booking. We’ll get this show on the road. How’s that?
[ Door opens ] [ Ressler leaves ]
Kavanaugh: [ Exhales sharply ]

 
[ Ressler meets Cooper outside the interrogation room ]
Cooper: That didn’t go well.
Ressler: Yeah, I don’t care how calm he is. That man’s afraid of someone. That’s who we need to find.
Cooper: Where does that leave us?
Ressler: He refuses to talk, and we have no way to know who he is unless he tells us, and he knows it. That man is a ghost.
[ Cooper flips open a plastic bag ]
Cooper: What are the chances we’ll get a hit on that cup?
Ressler: Based on how cool he played it? About the same as me playing first base for the Yankees.

 
[ Red and Dembe are finishing up playing Candygrams ]
Red: Agh!
Dembe: Three to 0.
Red: Best of seven?
Dembe: Mmm-hmm. Start talking.
Red: [ Chuckles ] I was half-asleep when I heard someone coming in. So I went to investigate.
Dembe: You were alone?
Red: Yes, but I felt perfectly capable of defending myself.
Dembe: From?
Red: It was Weecha.
Dembe: Weecha? You told Harold it was an intruder.
Red: And she was.
Dembe: Raymond. Clearly you led us to believe it was someone with bad intentions.
Red: I don’t know what Weecha’s intentions are, Dembe. The woman’s hard to read. She wouldn’t hurt me, but she might hurt me. It’s unclear.
[ Cell phone chimesโœจ]
Red: Oh. That’s Andrea. Have you met Andrea Athens? Lovely woman. She was the one who helped me find a suitable space for the duplicate Post Office.
Dembe: I don’t think we’ve met.
[ They get up and start walking toward the door ]
Red: Ah. Well. Jack-of-all-trades. Jack? If it’s a woman, does that make her a Jill-of-all-trades? Eh. Logistics of all types, not just real estate.
[ Red is about to open the door, but Dembe insists ]
Dembe: Whoa, Raymond. I got it.
Red: Okay. [ Chuckles ] Andrea! How are you? This is Dembe.
Andrea Athens: A pleasure, Dembe.
Dembe: Hello.
Andrea: I’m wonderful, thank you, Mr. Reddington.
Red: Andrea, I can’t tell you how marvelous that last place turned out.
Andrea: Thank you so much. It’s always nice when your work is appreciated. Please, tell me, how can I help?
Red: I’d like to throw a party. Well, not just a party, a celebration.
Andrea: A party? What are you celebrating?
Red: Beginnings and endings. The coming of spring. Not a lot of food. Lots and lots of drinks and passables. And maybe a little window dressing.
Andrea: How many guests are we talking?
Red: Somewhere between 25 and 30.
Andrea: Wonderful. Anything I need to know about them?
Red: Only that they’re an important group. To me.
[ Cell phone ringingโœจ]
Red: Oh. Excuse me.
[ Red steps aside ]
Red: Harold. I was wondering when you’d call. How did it go with Enteron and the electronics that weren’t?
Cooper: We’re way past Enteron. You were right. The company was a front. We followed the trail to a warehouse here in DC. One we believe belongs to the Morgana Logistics Corporation.
Red: That sounds like terrific progress.
Cooper: You’re half right. We seized a mountain of evidence, a mountain range. Proof that thousands of American companies that appear legitimate are actually fronts for shipping fraud.
Red: So what’s the problem?
Cooper: The problem is, is that we have only one arrest to show for it. The place was empty except for one man.
Red: Well, if he’s high-ranking enough, sometimes one is all you need.
Cooper: I don’t know how he ranks. In fact, we don’t know anything about him, including his name. He won’t talk to us.
Red: I see. That is unusual. Tell you what. Send me what you have. Photo, prints, DNA, whatever.
Cooper: Think you can find out who he is?
Red: Most criminals using aliases leave some traces somewhere. You just have to know where to look. Perhaps I can dig up something.
[ Cell phone closes๐Ÿ”…]
Red: Sorry about that, but I’m back, and I’m starving. Dembe, maybe after I make a few calls, we should go grab some of those falafel sandwiches at that Lebanese place we used to love. Andrea, will you join? The more the merrier.
Andrea: No, thank you. I’ve got a party to plan.
Red: [ Laughs ]

 
[ Congressman Arthur Hudson and Special Agent Jordan Nixon enter Hudsonโ€™s office ]
Arthur Hudson: Man, you work fast.
Jordan Nixon: Well, it’s easy to work fast when you don’t find anything. Look, the task force that Harold Cooper runs is not only a mystery to those outside of the agency, but to those within it, as well. Every agent I spoke to has no working knowledge of the task force or its operations. I mean, I’ve worked black ops that were less opaque.
Hudson: Jordan, you wouldn’t be here if that’s all you had.
Nixon: Cooper’s overseen maybe 200 criminal cases over the last 10 years. I mean, that kind of output? Makes me wonder where his intel’s coming from. Those cases are originating from somewhere.
Hudson: Or someone. You have a theory?
Nixon: No, but I may have a lead. I don’t have access to the classified archives, but I can see the file numbers and the contact info of the senior agents connected to those cases.
Hudson: And how does that help me?
Nixon: One got my attention. I don’t know anything about it, except it wasn’t a criminal investigation. It was some kind of other proceeding. But Cooper was involved. So were three other assistant directors at the Bureau.
Hudson: Four assistant directors on one file?
Nixon: Mmm-hmm. Must have been important.
Hudson: What are the chances I can get someone who was there to tell me about it?
Nixon: Well, be careful out there. You do not want to finesse a Bureau official into divulging classified data. No lying.
Hudson: You have my word. I won’t say anything I wouldn’t say on the record, under oath. I just need something, any thread that sheds some light on what Cooper’s up to.

 
[ Redโ€™s talking on the phone and driving(!) with Dembe sitting nervously next to him ]
Cooper: [ On phone ] Raymond. You found something?
Dembe: [ To Red, low voice ] You should take Massachusetts Avenue to North Capitol.
Red: [ To Dembe ] Constitution’s faster.
Dembe: [ To Red ] You just started driving yourself around. How do you know which way is faster?
Cooper: Reddington?
Red: Yeah. Yes, Harold. Sorry. I had some information forwarded your way. So, according to my sources in Paris, the man in your custody is Henri Guillaume with an address in the Marais.
Cooper: You found his name.
Red: I found a name, along with the name Johannes Baard, a lifelong citizen of South Africa. And Peter Roe, a British expat. Maxwell Voll, a German national from Dusseldorf. I mean, there are others, but you get the point. Incredible.
[ The overhead displays the many identities associated with Mr Kavanaugh ]
Cooper: He’s a dozen people, and yet we still have no idea who he is.
Red: Well, it’s not unprecedented. There are 195 countries. I myself could produce a legal passport for many, if not most, if necessary.
Cooper: So, we’re no closer to identifying our mystery man.
Red: On the contrary. I think that’s exactly what you are. Closer. I’d imagine the governments who issued those passports could shed more light on the man, including comings and goings.
Cooper: We appreciate the assist. While we have you, any progress putting more permanent security in place? Do you still need Dembe?
Red: Just for a little while longer.
[ Call ends ]
Red: [ To Dembe ] See? No traffic.

 
[ A cafe ] [ Door opens ] [ People chattering indistinctly ]
[ Mike Shaeffer is having a sandwich. Arthur Hudson walks over, carrying a manila envelope ]
Mike Shaeffer: Congressman Hudson. To what do I owe this pleasure?
Shaeffer: What’s that?
[ Schaeffer is asking about the manila envelope ]
Hudson: A little surprise. Do you like surprises?
Shaeffer: I don’t. As a general rule, I like to know what I’m in for. This one I certainly never saw coming.
Hudson: A classified proceeding, attended by no fewer than four assistant directors of the FBI.
Shaeffer: I look forward to this pastrami sandwich all week. You’re ruining it.
Hudson: Fine. Maybe I should take this to Harold Cooper.
Shaeffer: What is it?
Hudson: It’s not a transcript. I’m launching an investigation.
Shaeffer: Into a classified hearing? Good luck.
Hudson: [ Chuckles ] You’ve known me a long time, Shaeffer. Would you describe me as a guy who depends on luck?
Shaeffer: What do you want, Arthur?
Hudson: I’m here to give, not to take. I’m offering my assistance.
Shaeffer: If people start asking questions about that hearing, you’re gonna need a few well-placed friends. You’re on the edge. If this is a transcript, a leaked transcript of a classified Bureau hearing, you’re the one who’s gonna need help, not me.
Hudson: Well, I can see I’ve made a mistake. I’m not asking you to tell me anything. I just want you to know what I’m working on, give you a chance to get your ducks in line before hunting season begins.
Shaeffer: I appreciate the warning. So I’ll return the favor. If you so much as whisper Zuma on the Congressional record, the first call you’ll get won’t be from me. It’ll be from the Attorney General.
Hudson: Hmm. Good to see you, Mike.
Shaeffer: Arthur. Aren’t you forgetting something?
[ Hudson left the envelope ]
Hudson: Keep it.
[ A few moments after Hudson is gone, Shaeffer opens the envelope. Inside are only blank pages ]
Shaeffer: [ Sighs ]

 
[ Cooperโ€™s office ] [ Knocking on door โœฝ โœฝ ]
Herbie: You got a second?
Cooper: Of course. Come in.
Herbie: We’ve been reaching out to the federal authorities in the countries that issued passports to our suspect.
Cooper: Any luck?
Herbie: Nothing. Looks like he doesn’t have a criminal record in any of them. And all the addresses are either fake or unoccupied. But I started thinking about something Reddington said. Maybe we can’t penetrate the aliases, but that doesn’t mean they can’t be useful. We don’t know who he is, but we do know where he went.
Cooper: The comings and goings.
Herbie: Exactly. Every time he traveled internationally, a record was stamped on those passports. And when you look at them together, they have one location in common. All of his aliases have been to Paris in the past 14 months.
Cooper: Maybe that’s his home base. Reach out to the French again. Let’s make Paris our primary focus.

 
[ The Post Office war room ]
Herbie: Okay, we know our suspect flew to Paris repeatedly. So where did he go when he landed?
Siya: The French police contacted the rental car companies that service Charles de Gaulle. Turns out, every alias used by our mystery man rented a car, each one from a different company.
Herbie: We cross-referenced the GPS data from all of them.
Ressler: And you’ve got a hit?
[ A map of Paris shows vehicles converging at one point ]
Siya: Look at the overlap. At some point, every car was driven to this one location, a building owned by a company called LT&Z Unlimited.
[ The display zooms in to the building ]
Siya: I’m not sure what the space is. Maybe some kind of liquor warehouse?
[ Red dots appear on the diagram ]
Siya: Those are armed guards patrolling the perimeter.
Herbie: Their prosecutors are requesting a search warrant as we speak.
Cooper: Ressler, Malik, I want you to be there when the raid happens. We may finally be getting somewhere.

 
[ Paris, France ]
[ Up-tempo jazz music plays ]
Raid Leader: [ French accent ] Two units. One flanks from the right, and we hit from the left. We’ll be inside before they know we are here.
[ Police Raid begins ]
[ Woman singing in French ] [ Shouting in French ]
[ Grunting ] [ Agent shouts in French ]
[ Dramatic music plays ]
[ Police chattering indistinctly ]
[ Ressler and Siya enter a room with multiple visual displays and workstations. But no one was there except the guards ]
[ Siya feels a piece of equipment ]
Siya: It’s still warm.
Ressler: Where did they go? How did they know to leave?
Siya: Someone warned them?
Ressler: Well, they didn’t have time to take or destroy anything.
[ Siya picks up a remote, points it at a large screen and clicks it. A map appears ]
Siya: Look at this. These are just like Kavanaugh’s office.
[ The map is stylistically like the one in Kavanaughโ€™s office, but that map was of the United States. This map shows shipping routes for the entire world ]
Siya: Oh, my God. Look at how huge it is.
[ Siya and Ressler stare in astonishment ]

 
[ Cooper talks to Red on the phone ]
Cooper: The raid outside Paris was bigger than anything we could have imagined. In fact, this may be the biggest case you’ve ever given us, Red.
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[ Police photograph and document the findings at the site: IDs, personal identifying information, organizational documents, equipment etc ]
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Cooper: There’s a network of thousands of corporations with legitimate documentation, employees operating with government-issued IDs and using legitimately purchased equipment to move illicit goods around the world. And this warehouse in Paris seems to be the hub, the headquarters where fake companies are developed, managed, and tracked by the larger organization.
Red: Was there anything else?
Cooper: We didn’t get any arrests to speak of, but the digital maps we found revealed the locations for dozens of satellite regional outposts. Those outposts develop the intel being fed to the Paris headquarters. With this information, we’ll be able to shut down the biggest criminal shipping operation in the world. And we did it without any cooperation from our suspect.
Red: Ah, yes, your mystery man. Whatever happened to him?
Cooper: He got his wish. He was taken to central booking and arraigned. Given the flight risk, the judge set an obscene amount of bail. He’ll be in jail until his trial.
Red: Well, thanks for the update. And congratulations, Harold.
[ Receiver clicks โœฝ ]

 
[ Redโ€™s car pulls in to the curb ]
Red: Here we are, Dembe. Home in time for mocktails.
Dembe: [ Chuckles ] That was quite the day.
Red: [ Chuckles ] Just like old times.
Dembe: Why did you really want me to tag along?
Red: Well, Harold was worried about me. It seemed like a good opportunity to make him feel better and for you and I to spend a little time.
[ Dembe gets out ]
[ Knocking on window โœฝ โœฝ ] [ Red rolls down the window ]
Dembe: I miss you too, Raymond.
[ Dembe leaves ]
[ Red places a call ] [ Cell phone dialing โ€ขโ€ขโ€ข โ€ขโ€ขโ€ข โ€ขโ€ขโ€ขโ€ข ] [ Line ringing โœจ ]
Red: Helen Swinton, please. โ‹˜โ‹™ Counselor! I need your services. Yes, you have a new client. He was just arraigned in federal court. I want him out. Today. Oh, and, by the way, I hear we’re going to need an obscene amount of money for bail.

 
[ The Post Office war room ] [ Cooper walks out of his office. Ressler jogs up the yellow metal staircase ]
Ressler: We just hit Morgana’s regional hub in Hong Kong. Locals say it was completely shut down.
[ Siya appears ]
Siya: Morocco and Greece are the same. They’ve apprehended a few suspects, but they appear to be low-level employees. They can’t shed any light on Morgana itself.
Ressler: Main Justice is gonna have to give us our due for taking down an operation of this size.
Cooper: I agree, even without convictions to show for it.
[ Cell phone ringing โœจ ] [ Cooper answers ]
Cooper: Harold Cooper. โ‹˜โ‹™ What? When?!
[ Call ends ]
Cooper: Apparently, our suspect made bail.
Herbie: Geez, that was quick. What did it cost him?
Cooper: His attorney just posted $3 million in cash. He’s out.

 
[ Horn ๐Ÿ”Š honks] [ People chattering indistinctly ] [ Siren ๐Ÿšจ wailing in distance ]
[ Mr Kavanaugh exits the federal courthouse, slightly disoriented. He begins to walk. Redโ€™s car is parked nearby. He rolls down his window ]
Red: Mr. Kavanaugh. Please get in.
[ Mr Kavanaugh hesitates ]
Red:[ Firmly ] I said get in.
[ Kavanaugh peers in the window ]
Kavanaugh: Are you gonna kill me?

 
[ Chattering indistinctly ] [ Redโ€™s warehouse apartment has been transformed for the party. People mill about, drinking, eating, talking and laughing ]
[ Red enters with Mr Kavanaugh ]
Kavanaugh: Wow. What’s all this?
Red: This is the Morgana Logistics Corporation. At least, the key principals from the regional outposts around the world. I had them flown in.
Kavanaugh: Why?
Red: Why don’t you grab yourself a drink, Charlie?
Kavanaugh: Yeah, yeah. Sure.
[ Red steps forward to address the group ]

Red: Everyone? Thank you for coming. I know you weren’t given a choice, but still, I’m glad you’re here. First, some difficult news. As we speak, the FBI and a legion of international law enforcement agencies are shutting down all of Morgana’s operational facilities. It’s hard to imagine. I know. But don’t worry. All your employees are safe. Fortunately, I knew of the raids in advance and made provisions. For them and for all of you.

What can I say to you about Morgana? Of all the enterprises I’ve designed and maintained as part of my organization, it stands as one of the crowning achievements. If you’ll forgive a moment of braggadocio, I must say it’s a logistical marvel to rival the pyramids. A wonder of the world, but one designed to be hidden, wondrous precisely because it exists unseen in plain sight. The most complex and sophisticated shipping network in history. Every year, moving goods of more value than the GDP of some first-world countries. A monumental effort, accomplished, as the greatest things are, with singular vision and collective action. We did that. All of us.

It’s hard to believe it’s over. All these years. This was more than an enterprise, it was our lives, and we lived them together. I’m so proud โ€“ That word doesn’t really suffice โ€“ I’m honored to have stood beside you all as we discovered this creation of ours together. And together, we made a fortune. A fortune that I have grown and will now be sharing with you, my partners. Our work together may be done, but none of you will ever have to work again.

John Singer Sargent once painted a portrait of Henry James that was immediately deemed a masterpiece. But in 1914, at the Royal Academy, a political activist took a meat cleaver to the face of the painting. And when a reporter asked James how he felt about the vandalism, he said, “I naturally feel very scalped and disfigured, but you will be glad to know that I seem to be pronounced curable.”

[ Guests laughing ]
Red: And that’s where we are now. Our masterpiece has been scalped and disfigured. But all of us will live. And all of us will share in the cure. So, let’s celebrate. Please, enjoy the food. Enjoy the drinks. Mmm. And enjoy the entertainment.
[ Whistles ๐Ÿ’จ ] [ A New Orleans Jazz Band enters ]
[ Band playing up-tempo jazz music ]
[ โ™ซ โ€œWhen the Saints Go Marchinโ€™ Inโ€ plays ]
[ โบ๏ธ No Lyrics (Instrumental) ] [ โ™ช Tap square below to play โ™ช ]

 
[ Congressman Arthur Hudsonโ€™s office. He is meeting with his aide, Diane Atkins ]
Diane Atkins: Zuma?
Arthur Hudson: One word. One word and it was enough to break this whole thing wide open. And I got Shaeffer to say it without making a single misrepresentation.
Atkins: What does it mean?
Hudson: Mmm. Not what. Who. Apparently, the FBI brought on a new agent a few years ago. An agent named Dembe Zuma.
Atkins: What does Zuma have to do with the classified hearing?
Hudson: I don’t know, and I don’t have the clearance to find out. But I don’t need clearance to make an educated guess. Nixon got a copy of Zuma’s official FBI photo. We ran an image search, with the help of a source he uses for that kind of thing. You ever seen that photo?
Atkins: Never.
Hudson: Mmm. A photojournalist snapped it almost six years ago. Ran on a Wednesday in a local rag. The man in the back of the car. The paper said it was Raymond Reddington.
[ This is the same photo Red was so concerned about in Episode 10:7 The Freelancer, Part 2 ]
Atkins: Is it?
Hudson: I think so. Now look past him to the man standing by the car.
Atkins: Is that Zuma?
Hudson: An associate of Raymond Reddington becomes a Special Agent for the FBI. That sounds like something that might require a classified hearing.
Atkins: The kind attended by four assistant directors of the FBI. Boom.
Hudson: [ Claps ] Boom. The minute I saw the name Raymond Reddington, everything started to fall right into place.
[ Hudson gets up and pins a police line-up photo of Red to his bulletin board. Beneath it, he pins Dembeโ€™s FBI photo ]
Hudson: Harold Cooper adopted the daughter of another former FBI agent, Elizabeth Keen.
[ Hudson pins up his photo to the left ]
Atkins: Keen. Why do I know that name?
Hudson: Because she went on the run with Reddington about 10 years ago. It was national news. And then Donald Ressler. Blair Foster told me about him.
[ Hudson pins up Resslerโ€™s photo to the right ]
Hudson: He’s connected to Cooper and his task force. For years, in the early 2000s, Ressler was the Special Agent in charge of the hunt for Reddington.
Atkins: All roads lead to Reddington.
Hudson: Yeah. He’s the key. They’re all connected to him. All these years, we’ve never been able to catch him. This is why. Raymond Reddington has corrupted a task force within the FBI. And I’m gonna tear it apart at the joints.

 
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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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