The Blacklist Declassified

Brief (Where we’re at):

Red is going on the run to escape from the same task force he has worked with as a confidential informant for 10 years. The Attorney General has left Cooper no choice. Congressman Arthur Hudson got a warrant to wiretap Ressler’s phone. The recording captured Cooper wondering out loud to the team whether they had in fact been assisting Red in treason after it was discovered that Red had bugged the Capitol and the Supreme Court as well as the governments of the major countries of the world.

The AG reasoned that, rather than assigning the hunt for Red to Agent Jordan Nixon and Hudson, it would be best to assign the task to the Reddington task because they had the best knowledge of Red’s methods and inclinations. They were given a choice: either track down and capture Red, or they themselves would be prosecuted for aiding and abetting him. So, the hunt is on.

 
🔴 Episode 10:21 Raymond Reddington Pt 1: 🎯 EW Recap ¤ 🌅 Photo Gallery ¤ 🎹 Music Videos ¤ 📒 Script

 
[ A mosque ] [ Pensive music playing ] [ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Dembe emerges from worship, retrieves his shoes from a cubby and sits on a bench to put them on ]
[ A man appears, holding out a cell phone ]
Man: Dembe Zuma! It’s for you.
[ Tense music playing ]
Dembe: Hello?
Red: [ On phone ] Dembe, that was incredibly reckless calling to warn me off.
[ Red is driving ]
Dembe: Raymond, how did you know I was at the mosque?
Red: What were you thinking?
Dembe: I was thinking about death – possibly yours or some hapless FBI agent.
Red: I see. Well, it was foolhardy, short-sighted.
Dembe: And it worked.
Red: But at what cost? You’ve done something in the last few years I never thought possible. You wiped your slate clean. You joined the FBI of all things. Don’t go throwing away your future on my account.
Dembe: Nobody knows I made the call.
Red: Good. That Congressman is looking for any excuse, especially when it comes to you. So don’t do me any more favors.
Dembe: I won’t. I’m going to bring you in, Raymond.
Red: That’s the spirit.
Dembe: I’m serious.
[ Turn signal clicking ✵✵✵✵ ]
Red: I hope so. For your sake. Be safe, Dembe.
Dembe: You, too.
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[ Tense music playing ] [ Red makes another call ]
Red: Chuck, slight change of plans. How quickly can you get ahold of our friend Bertha?
[ Dramatic music playing ]

 
[ The Post Office war room ]
[ Special Agent Jordan Nixon and Congressman Arthur Hudson are there with Cooper, Ressler, Dembe, Siya Malik and Herbie Hambright ]
Agent Jordan Nixon: Come on, people. Debrief in 20. I want to hear some good news.
[ Congressman Hudson walks over to Cooper ]
Hudson: Mr. Cooper, perhaps you can explain something to me. Reddington blew up his own jet to get away from us. Then he turns around, comes all the way back to the city just so you two can have a cozy chat in your kitchen? How does that make any sense?
Cooper: It doesn’t, but his behavior rarely does. Not from the outside, anyway.
Agent Nixon: Well, I guess we should be grateful for his lapse in judgement. Barricades went up as soon as you reported the incident.
[ A map appears on the overhead ]
Nixon: This entire area has been shut down and sealed off. He was last seen driving this, a 2018 Nissan Leaf. He disabled the GPS, but we got the plate number, so our first order of business is to find that car.
Dembe: I’m sorry, but our first order of business should be to throw out the playbook. You may want to think of Raymond as an ordinary criminal. That would be a mistake.
Nixon: I realize you all spent years with the man, and you feel like you know him better–
Cooper: It’s been over a decade, and I still don’t know him. But there are a few things we should probably explain. His personal assets are in the billions, the scope of his influence, basically unlimited.
Dembe: And those are just his external resources. It’s his mind you should be worried about. No matter where he is, the time of day, weather conditions. He has escape routes within escape routes.
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[ Red lugs a duffle in a large garage, walking past a long line of balding, middle aged men ]
[ A mechanic hands the first man in the line an envelope ]
Mechanic: Okay, keys and money are in the envelope. The car’s outside. Oh, and take this card. If you get arrested, call the number, somebody’ll bail you out. Have a nice drive.
[ The next man in line steps forward ]
Mechanic: Keys and money are in the envelope. Your car’s outside. Take this card. If you get arrested, call the number, somebody’ll bail you out.
[ Red gets in a car and drives off ]
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[ Back in the war room ]
Herbie: Have you ever heard the expression “He sleeps with one eye open”? I’ve actually seen him do that.
Siya: I think what we’re trying to say is, he’s a real tricky customer.
Hudson: The way you all build him up, it almost sounds like you admire him.
Ressler: Oh, it’s not admiration, it’s a warning.
Nixon: Well, I don’t care if he’s Lex Luthor. Reddington is not getting outside–
Agent Ishwood: MPD just flagged his plate! Heading east over Woodrow Wilson Bridge.
Hudson: Damn, he got past the police barricade?
Nixon: Let’s get choppers in the air. We need to shut all traffic heading down towards–
ND Agent #1: Sir, sir. Virginia State troopers just pulled over a Nissan Leaf moving west on I-66. The plate’s a match.
Nixon: How the hell is he–
ND Agent 2: I don’t understand this. Aviation Command says that they’re circling him on the Anacostia Freeway, same plate, same car.
Agent Nixon: I’m not gonna find him in any of these cars, am I?
Dembe: I’m afraid not.
Hudson: Within hours he’s somehow floods DC with identical cars, so we spend the day chasing our tails like a bunch of idiots?
Dembe: Confusion, misdirection – this is how he operates. It’s kept him safe for over 30 years on the run. But you do have one advantage in this case.
Nixon: What’s that?
Dembe: Us.
Ressler: I’ve gotta make a call, I’ll be back.
[ Ressler starts to walk away, but Congressman Hudson catches up ]
Hudson: Agent Ressler, I wanted to find a moment to offer my condolences. Jon Pritchard was a good man–
Ressler: You know what? Don’t, just don’t.
Hudson: Okay, I just– I hope you don’t blame yourself–
[ Ressler spins around and slugs ⚡️ Hudson in the jaw ] [{Ressler blames Hudson for Pritchard’s death}]
[ Woman gasps ]
[ Nixon and Cooper run over. Nixon gets between Ressler and Hudson ]
Cooper: Enough! That’s enough now. Take him up to my office.
[ Cooper goes over to Congressman Hudson, who’s been rubbing his jaw ]
Cooper: You all right?
Hudson: Fine. Fine. I shouldn’t’ve–
Nixon: Arthur–
Hudson: His friend died. Let it go.
[ Cooper starts to walk away ]
Hudson: Mr. Cooper.
[ Cooper looks back ]
Hudson: Don’t forget why you’re here. We all want the same thing.
Agent Nixon: [ Clapping ] All right, people, let’s focus up! The name of the game is Raymond Reddington. He’s inside that perimeter, and if he’s crawled into some rat hole, I wanna know where!

 
[ Red is visiting with Paula Carter, mother of Glen Carter, Red’s one-time tracker, but now deceased. Paula is pure Midwestern gold ]
[ Red reads the newspaper. A few pages inside is an article: “International Fugitive Sighted in Northwest DC / Former Naval Officer Turned “Concierge of Crime” Continues To Elude Authorties Despite Worldwide Pursuit” – with a large, if dated, photo of Red ]
Paula Carter: Last Sunday at Perkins, I put a couple of these hazelnut creamers in my purse.
Red: [ Chuckles ] Paula, did you happen to read the paper this morning?
Paula: Nope. Too much gloom and doom. Save me the obits, though. It’s a great way to find eligible men.
Red: [ Chuckles ] One woman’s widower is another woman’s gain, I suppose. I want to hear your best funeral pick-up line, but first, Paula, there’s something important we need to discuss.

 
[ Cooper’s office. He’s there with Ressler and Dembe ]
Dembe: Take a breath.
Ressler: I’m fine.
Cooper: Clearly you’re not fine. And that’s understandable. But you can’t go around punching Congressmen. Especially that one.
[ Knock on door ✽ ✽ ] [ Siya and Herbie enter ]
Siya: Just checking to see if you’re okay.
Cooper: It suddenly feels very crowded in here. You realize the investigation is happening down there?
Herbie: Yeah, I can’t with them.
Siya: At the risk of sounding unprofessional, same. I realize I haven’t known Reddington as long as you have, but it still feels weird teaming up with strangers to hunt him down.
Herbie: I don’t want to lose my dental, so don’t tell the windbreakers down there, but– part of me is rooting for Red.
Cooper: Maybe part of me is, too. But personal feelings aside, the five of us have a decision to make right here, right now. This team has always had one mission, to bring criminals to justice. When Reddington was with us, he understood that. But he’s chosen to walk away. And now those men down there have asked us to deliver him up. We could make their jobs harder if we want to. But what would that say about us? They want us to find Reddington to save our own skins. But I want us to find him because that’s who we are. Now, if you don’t agree, if you can’t commit to using everything you have to bring Reddington in to face justice head on, then you should step aside.
[ Pensive music playing ]
[ They each nod a little ]
Cooper: Okay then. Now we just have to figure out where the hell he is.
Ressler: One thing’s for sure, he’s gonna get outta DC as soon as possible.
 
[ Back in Paula Carter’s dining room, Red calls Andrea Athens, a real estate agent he works with ]
Red: Andrea? It’s Raymond. I’m curious, what homes do you have right now on the market? Something small, modest, east of Capitol Street, south of the Mall.
Andrea Athens [ On phone ] I do have one a little further west in Adams Morgan. Updated kitchen, nice hardwood floors–
Red: No, no, no. That won’t do, I’m afraid. My needs are quite specific.
Andrea: Okay. I have something on Westover Drive, bit of a fixer-upper. Actually, never mind. Too much fixer, not enough upper.
Red: Is it owner-occupied?
Andrea: No, it’s vacant.
Red: Hmm. Sounds perfect.
Andrea: It’s a total gut. I don’t even think it has a functioning toilet.
Red: Not to worry, Andrea. We’ll be taking it right down to the foundation. You understand what I’m saying?
Andrea: The foundation? Right.
Red: Excellent. How soon can you pull down the sign?

 
[ The Post Office war room ]
Ressler: We’ve identified 17 different locations where Reddington might have gone to ground inside the containment zone.
Siya: Businesses connected through Morgana Logistics, underworld hideouts he frequented, and addresses of his known associates.
Hudson: Agent Zuma, you’ve been awfully quiet. Don’t you have some ideas from your history?
Cooper: What exactly are you implying, Congressman?
Dembe: Over the years, there have been a lot of keys and a lot of doors. I could draw you a map, but I’m quite sure Raymond has changed his protocol since I’ve–
Herbie: We’ve tried to explain to you that Raymond doesn’t do any–
Agent Jordan Nixon: Please, please, no more speeches about his brilliant mind. We need to get rolling. Everyone, listen up. We’ve got a list of 17 locations. Reddington could be hiding out in any one of them. I need you to break into teams and work down the list. You’re gonna be searching private homes and businesses. There may be civilians on site, they may be hostile to your efforts. So I expect you to exercise caution, but I want all these places cleared by end of day.
[ Everyone clears out, except Dembe and Siya ]
Siya: You’ve got a hunch, don’t you? And it’s not on that list, is it? So why don’t you–
Dembe: Because if I’m wrong, I would hate to cause this person any unnecessary distress.
Siya: If Reddington’s holed up with them, they must be a formidable ally?
Dembe: Not really. But Raymond really loves her Scotcheroos.
Siya: Her what?

 
[ Paula Carter’s dining room ] [ Red is on the phone ]
Red: Everyone’s clear on the timeline? It’s an awfully short window.
Chuck: [ On phone ] Our girl’s built for speed. I don’t think it’ll be a problem.
Red: How’s she look?
[ Chuck pulls the tarp off of – a fire truck ]
Chuck: Gorgeous as the day we bought her.
Red: All righty. [ Call ends ]
[ Paula pulls out a chair and sit down with Red ]
Red: Forgive me, Paula. I came to visit you, and here I am chatting away on the phone.
Paula: I assume you have a good reason. My Jellybean used to keep lines of people waiting at the DMV just to take the girls out for a tinkle. He loved those poodles.
Red: I’m glad you brought that up. I’ve been pondering Glen. I’ve been trying to think of a fitting and more permanent way to honor his memory. A trust or a foundation, a charitable something, something in his name. But what would make sense for Glen? I thought of the people he’s touched in his life, his colleagues at the DMV, his fellow bowlers. We should probably skip over what Glen loved to touch the most. But the point is, what kind of a man was he? What did he care about? What worthwhile causes did he champion?
Paula: Huh. Nothing really comes to mind. Nothing respectable, anyway.
Red: It has been an uphill battle. As you know, he had a few passionate interests, most of them quite unmentionable, in polite company at least. He gave little to charity, found most people basically insufferable, and vice versa. I thought, perhaps, his alma mater, but how do you honor his legacy of catcalling coeds and dropping out his third semester? I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just endow a Chair at Harvard, the School of Public Health or something. Not what Glen would’ve chosen, but who knows? Perhaps if he’d exhausted all other uses for his time and money, he might’ve done something good for humanity.
Paula: You never know.
Red: And Paula, I’d like to make you a part of it. How about Honorary Member of the selection committee?
Paula: I love any excuse to throw a party!
[ Both chuckle ]
Paula: You think those Harvard snobs could handle a nice big bowl of cheeseburger chowder?
Red: [ Laughs ]
[ Tense music playing ]
Paula: Raymond, you are so sweet to visit me, but you better shake a leg. It’s not safe for you to be in one place for too long.
Red: So you have been reading the paper.
Paula: Well, you just looked so cute in that picture, I wanted to cut it out and put it in my scrapbook.
Red: My dear, it’s been a pleasure. The greatest pleasure.
[ Red gets up from his chair and leans down to give Paula a little kiss on each cheek ]
[ Gentle music playing ]

 
[ Dembe and Siya walk up the steps to Paula’s door. Dembe takes out his gun, then opens the door ]
[ They enter; the door closes behind them ]
Dembe: [ Calling out ] Paula.
[ After a few moments, Paula appears ]
Paula: Dembayyyy! Oh, is this a new gal pal of yours? She’s a cutie pie.
Dembe: We need to find Raymond, Paula.
Paula: Ohhh–
Siya: I’ll check upstairs.
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[ Paula gets coffee from the kitchen. Siya returns ]
Paula: Well, here, take a load off. I’d offer you some Scotcheroos, but someone ate the last one.
Siya: I’m guessing that someone was Mr. Reddington?
Dembe: We want to keep you out of trouble, Paula, but you need to talk to us.
Paula: Okay, fine. He came knockin’ on my door, and I took him straight to bed.
[ Siya looks at Dembe ]
Dembe: Oh, take your minds out of the gutter, you two. He didn’t get any sleep last night, so I let him catch a few winks in Jelly’s old room. Now, what’s wrong with that?
Siya: Nothing, apart from aiding and abetting a fugitive.
Paula: He told me what to do about that. He said that if some pushy FBI agents were to come around here, I should tell them everything.
Dembe: Everything?
Paula: That’s what he said. Every little detail, so you can’t charge me with anything. The first thing I noticed, something was clearly weighing on his mind. And, uh, and then, he wouldn’t get off the phone.
Dembe: Who was he calling?
Paula: I don’t know.
Siya: If you expect to get out of this by trading information, you actually have to give us some information.
Paula: Well, if you’re gonna beat it outta me. It- It was a woman. I’m not the jealous type, so I didn’t eavesdrop, um, but her name was – Andrea something or other.

 
[ Tense music playing ]
[ Andrea Athens takes down the “For Sale” sign in front of the house Red is buying ]
[ Andrea talks on the phone with Red ]
Andrea: I’m just about to get the key out of the lock box.
Red: [ On phone ] Then we’re right on schedule.
Rival Realtor: [ In distance ] No way! You’re a contractor.
Andrea: Um, we may have a slight problem.
[ The Rival realtor appears with a couple ]
Rival Realtor: It needs a little work, but the bones are good. Now lemme show you that AC unit you were asking about.
Andrea: [ On phone to Red ] There’s people here. They’re taking a tour.
Red: Well, you just gotta get them to leave. Andrea, come on, you’ve got this. You go, girl.
Andrea: Okay–

 
[ Dembe and Siya call in to the Post Office war room ]
Dembe: Her name is Andrea Athens. Raymond introduced us. She’s the one who found him a space to serve as a duplicate Post Office.
Agent Nixon: Wait, what duplicate–
Herbie: It’s a long story with a super boring ending.
Siya: Based on a hunch, we thought it might be wise to track Andrea down. But we couldn’t get ahold of her. She wouldn’t answer her phone.
Dembe: We tried calling her office, but, apparently, she dropped everything to attend to a VIP client’s emergency.
Herbie: That sounds like Raymond.
Hudson: Wait a minute. What are you two getting at? You think Reddington hired this woman to, what? Buy him a safe house?
Siya: That’s unclear, but before Andrea left the office, she asked for her assistant for the lockbox code at 1120 Westover Drive.
Hudson: That’s outside the containment zone. Does that mean Reddington got through the barricades?
Dembe: If he has, he may already be on site. We’re heading there now.
Cooper: Get SWAT on the line–
Nixon: Alert Metro PD– Uh, we’ll scramble units to meet you at the house.

 
[ At the house Red wants to buy ] [ Andrea Athens greets the Rival Realtor and the potential buyers ]
Andrea: You love the house, right? Who cares about the mold?
Wife: What mold?
Andrea: Exactly! That’s what I say. What mold.
Rival Realtor: No, what mold?
[ She flips through her papers ]
Wife: You didn’t tell us there was mold.
Rival Realtor: [ Scoffs ] There’s no mold in the disclosure.
Andrea: And if they didn’t disclose it, [ Winks ] then where’s the mold?
Rival Realtor: There is no mold!
Wife: Where is the mold? Is it the toxic kind–
Rival Realtor: It isn’t any kind because it doesn’t exist.
Andrea: I agree, mind over matter. In this market, you gotta be willing to overlook some of the little things. A little mold, who cares?
Wife: Is it that black mold?
Andrea: Black, green, brown, whatever! Whatever!
Wife: Okay, we’re outta here. Mike, let’s go.
[ The couple leaves ]
Rival Realtor: [ To Andrea, sarcastically ] Thanks a lot. I’m gonna remember this.
Andrea: Oh.
[ Vehicle door closes, engine starts ]
Andrea: [ Calling after ] Buh-bye, now! Happy hunting!
[ Vehicle door closes ]
[ Tense music playing ]
[ Andrea goes to the trunk of her car, lifts out a large red plastic container of flammable liquid and enters the house ]

 
[ Siya is driving ] [ Tires⚡️squealing⚡️as the car makes a turn ]
Dembe: Donald told me you were a menace behind the wheel.
Siya: Come on, Grandma, we’re trying to catch a fugitive. ⋘⋙ Are you sure you’re ready for this?
Dembe: To get out of the car?
Siya: [ Chuckles ]
Dembe: Definitely.
Siya: No, I mean– Well, I know we all agreed to take Reddington down, but now that it actually might happen, are you gonna feel okay putting him in cuffs?
Dembe: I’m not really sure. I guess we’ll have to find out when it happens.
[ Cell phone rings✨] [ It’s the war room on speaker ]
Cooper: What’s your ETA?
Siya: Uh, we’re just down the street.
Agent Nixon: Backup’s five minutes out. Hold your position.
[ Siya slams the brakes ] [ Tires⚡️screech⚡️]
Dembe: You are a menace.
Siya: Uh, look–
Nixon: If Reddington’s inside, we don’t move until we have the house surrounded.
Siya: Um, we’re pretty sure he’s not in the house.
Hudson: How do you know that?
Siya: Because it’s on fire, sir.
Hudson: I don’t get it. Why would he go to all the trouble of securing a safe house just to burn it down?

 
[ Tense music playing ]
[ Horn 🔊honks ] [ A fire truck rolls up to a police perimeter stop ] [ Chuck is driving ]
Chuck: Clear the way! We’ve got a house going up in smoke!
Police Officer: All right, let ’em through! Let ’em through!
[ The fire truck rolls through ]
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Dembe: What are we missing here?
Siya: Well, I dunno, I mean, maybe this is the wrong house? It could just be a bizarre coincidence.
[ Siren 🚨 wails in distance ]
Dembe: No, wait, listen. Raymond’s using the fire. That’s how he’s getting out. [ To war room ] You need to alert all checkpoints. Stop any fire truck from getting through the barricade.
Cooper: Reddington’s likely headed south, southeast. Know what he’s driving. Agent Nixon, would you care to–
[ Agent Nixon nods, declining ]
Cooper: Notify ground units, contact MPD. Agent Ressler, coordinate with Tactical. I want eyes in the sky. Let’s find that truck!

 
[ Dramatic music playing ]
[ The fire truck with Chuck driving pulls into a garage ]
[ Red gets out and removes his fireman’s hat and coat ]
Chuck: [ To crew ] Clean it and leave it. We’re gone in five.
[ Red, now dressed as a cabbie, gets into a cab with his duffel ]
Red: Catch you on the flip side, Chuck.
[ Engine starts, tires⚡️squeal⚡️]

 
[ The Post Office war room, hours later ]
Siya: [ Yawns ]
[ Keyboard clacking ]
Cooper: [ Claps ] It’s time for an update. Where are we?
Herbie: Uh, same place that we were nine hours ago.
Dembe: We shifted the containment zone south. The units are going door-to-door. Still no sign of Raymond or the truck.
Ressler: Or Andrea Athens. She’s in the wind.
Siya: I don’t even care about divided loyalties anymore, I just wanna find him so I can take a nap and [ Sniffs her armpit ] oh, God, a shower.
Herbie: You gotta admit, though, that stunt with the firetruck was pretty metal. Oh, please, we’re all thinking it.
Ressler: Here’s what I’ve been thinking. I spent my rookie years chasing him, my next decade working alongside of him, only now putting him away’s gonna end my career.
Siya: What do you mean “end”? Y-You’re not retiring.
Ressler: No, but– I mean, come on. Even if we catch Reddington, you really think Hudson’s letting any of us walk away from this?

 
[ Agent Ishwood has been working in a windowed office, wearing earphones ]
[ Suddenly, Ishwood stands ]
Ishwood: We got it! We got the truck.
Cooper: Where’s Agent Nixon?
Herbie: Oh, he’s on the phone updating – someone.
Cooper: Get him in here. He needs to hear this.
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[ The Post Office war room ] [ Agent Ishwood shows maps on the overhead )
Ishwood: Firetruck was abandoned – here. In a warehouse outside Capitol Heights.
Agent Nixon: Finally, something we can use. Let’s scramble a team. Start canvassing for witnesses. Pull every traffic cam in a 20-block radius.

 
[ Hudson’s windowed office ]
[ Tense music playing ] [ Knocks on door ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ]
Nixon: Knock, knock, knock. Good news.
Hudson: Come in. Shut the door.
Nixon: We found the firetruck.
Hudson: Was Reddington–
Nixon: Nah, he cleared out. But we’re checking the cameras in the area. Should ID his getaway vehicle any minute now.
Hudson: Great, so that just puts us, oh, right, nine hours behind. That’s nine hours for Reddington to ditch whatever getaway car you’re talking about and go – pretty much anywhere in the country. Or the world, for that matter.
Nixon: Hey, look, I’m just here to help you catch your guy. If you don’t like the way I’m doing things–
Hudson: It’s not you. It’s them. What do think they’re doing out there? We should’ve taken Reddington at that airfield two days ago. But he disappears just as we arrived. Then we lock down an entire district, and he slips past us at the barricade. How many times do we have to fail before we admit there’s a reason he’s always one step ahead?
Nixon: He’s good at what he does. He’s been doing it for decades.
Hudson: Yeah, but this time it’s different, right? ‘Cause now we’ve got his team helping us–
Nixon: Unless it’s not us they’re helping.
Hudson: They’re the Reddington Task Force. It’s in their goddamn name.
Nixon: If you’re right, we’re gonna nail them to the wall.

 
[ The Post Office war room ] [ Agent Nixon leaves ]
Ressler: Where’s Nixon going?
Cooper: Who knows? Why don’t we go ahead and review what we’ve got?
Siya: Unfortunately, we couldn’t recover any of the security footage of Reddington or his crew exiting the warehouse. Our field photographer took these.
Cooper: What about this?
Ressler: It’s a red-light camera. It only activates when you go through the light. So I guess there’s some laws that Reddington does obey.
Herbie: But there are other CCTV cameras in the surrounding neighborhood. We’re isolating every car that passed by in the hours after the fire. We’re up to 30 vehicles and counting. Reddington could be in any one of them.
Cooper: I’ll talk to Agent Nixon, see if he can get some help running facial recognition and tracking. After ten hours, we’re gonna have to comb through a lot of footage to trace the trajectory of his car.
[ Dembe points at the map ]
Dembe: He breached the barricade here. He abandoned his truck here. He’s heading east. A lifetime ago at a party on the Hicacos Peninsula, Raymond exchanged some sweet nothings with the wife of our host. He was made to understand that his life would be worth nothing, or his death would be worth too much, if he spent another night in Varadero. So we stole our host’s speedboat and set out for Havana. That’s when he told me, “In times of trouble you go one of two ways, up in the sky or out to sea.” Now we know he didn’t go up, not without his jet. But what about out?
[ Dramatic music playing ]

 
[ Agent Jordan Nixon enters the office Congressman Arthur Hudson has been using at the Post Office. He pulls the door closed after him ]
Agent Nixon: Congratulations. You’re not the only one who’s paranoid anymore.
Hudson: It’s not paranoia if it’s real.
Nixon: This real enough for you? I pulled phone records for all outgoing calls made from this building, the day we lost Reddington on the tarmac.
Hudson: Mm-hmm?
Nixon: Minutes after we learned the location of the jet, there was a ten-second call to a burner phone that pinged to a tower on highway 50, right down the road from the airfield.
Hudson: Reddington’s burner phone.
Nixon: You were right. Someone did call to warn him.
Hudson, Who was it?

 
[ The Post Office war room ]
Ressler: Operating off of Dembe’s theory, we ran down any ships with ties to Morgana. We figured that Reddington would want to push off somewhere nearby with minimal security.
Siya: Bluefish Pier is the closest, but it’s popular with tourists which means a lot of eyeballs with nothing better to do than call the FBI tip line.
Herbie: Can’t ya just see Red photobombing a selfie? It’s like, “Did you catch a fish on vacation?” “No, no. I caught a fugitive.”
[ No one laughs ]
Herbie: Anyway, the- the second one, Finley’s Landing, it’s just a bunch of rich boys and their toys – yachts, sailboats, that kind of thing.
Dembe: Wait– Tillman’s Wharf.
Siya: What?
Dembe: Raymond used to have an interest in some commercial fishing boats docked there. He shielded most of his investments behind various shell companies, but he enjoyed the perks of supplying the freshest seafood to restaurants and markets around the city.
Cooper: You’re thinking that fleet had a secondary purpose?
Dembe: Why risk a traffic stop on land when you can jump on a boat and be in open water within a few hours?
Cooper: It’s a good hunch. Let’s gear up and head down to the–
[ Agent Nixon enters enters, accompanied by Congressman Hudson and several agents ]
Agent Nixon: [ Loudly ] Everyone, stop what you’re doing. That’s him.
[ He nods toward Agent Ishwood ]
Cooper: What is this? What are you doing?
Nixon: Take him to interrogation.
Cooper: Hang on, now you’re dragging your own people away for questioning? What kind of an outfit are you running around here?
Hudson: I wouldn’t worry about it, Mr. Cooper. As you said, Agent Ishwood doesn’t report to you.
Cooper: Whatever he’s being questioned about, it should be conducted by either you or me. And right now, we don’t have the time to waste. Agent Zuma has a credible lead. We need to get to Tillman’s Wharf now.
Nixon: All right, Zuma, you come with me. You can explain on the way. The rest of you stay put. And Mr. Cooper, if you’d like to sit in on the conversation between Agent Ishwood and Congressman Hudson, please, feel free.
[ Dramatic music playing ]

 
[ An interrogation room ]
Hudson: Your wife completed a law degree two years ago?
Agent Ishwood: Yes, sir.
Hudson: You have a mortgage and two kids in private school. How’d you pay tuition?
Ishwood: We borrowed from her brother. Marcus. Marcus Kennedy. [ Scoffs ]
Hudson: Something wrong, Agent Ishwood?
Ishwood: No, sir. I just– I–
Cooper: I’ll tell you what’s wrong is the three of us wasting time in this room while the most wanted man in the world gets further away by the minute. Agent Ishwood is a ten-year veteran of the Bureau with a sterling record. So if you’re building to a point, Mr. Hudson, I suggest you make it now.
Hudson: Fourteen minutes before our response teams arrived at the airfield where we tracked Reddington’s jet, a call was made from your phone to a burner at the airfield. So I’d say we’re here to figure out why Agent Ishwood decided to betray his country. That number corresponds to the cell phone taken from you earlier today, does it not?
Ishwood: Yes, sir, but I didn’t make that call.
Hudson: I don’t believe you. Tell me about your first year with the Bureau.
Ishwood: Mr. Cooper, please–
Cooper: You don’t have to believe him. We have surveillance devices all over this facility. If Agent Ishwood did make that call, we’ll see it.
Ishwood: And you won’t. Sir.
Hudson: Lead the way.

 
[ An office on Tillman’s Wharf ] [ Tense music playing ]
[ Door opens ] [ The clerk, Mary, looks up ]
Dembe: Special Agent Zuma, FBI. This is Special Agent Nixon. We need the location of these five vessels. I’m afraid it’s urgent.
Mary: Okay. Let me check the logs.
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[ Cooper is showing Congressman Hudson footage from the surveillance tapes ]
Cooper: That’s Agent Ishwood at the exact moment the call was made. Doesn’t appear to be on his phone to me.
Hudson: So either he gave the phone to someone or someone took it from him. Do you mind?
[ Hudson pulls the computer keyboard over so he can scroll through the footage ]
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[ The office at the wharf ]
Mary: First three on your list set out last month. And, uh, the Amy Jo’s been in dry dock for the last two weeks.
Dembe: What about The Great Shirley?
⋘⋙
[ Tense music playing ]
[ Agent Nixon’s cell phone rings✨]
Nixon: Yeah.
⋘⋙
Mary: Huh.
Dembe: What is it?
Mary: Great Shirley got in yesterday. She was supposed to go to dry dock for some engine work, but looks like they resupplied last night and headed right back out.
[ Dembe calls the war room ] [ Line ringing •••• ]
Dembe: Raymond left on a commercial fishing boat late last night.
Siya: Are you sure he was on it?
Dembe: Yes. Call Coast Guard Base Portsmouth. We need them to use every vessel they have to track them on radar.
[ Agent Nixon enters the wharf office, with his gun pointing at Dembe ]
Mary: Oh, my God!
Nixon: Put the phone down and put your hands on your head. Now.
Ressler: [ On phone ] Dembe?
Dembe: [ To Nixon ] I’m telling you, he’s on that boat.
Ressler: Herbie, try and get Dembe back on the line. Hey, somebody get me the Commander of the Coast Guard’s fifth district, now.
Hudson: Hold on a minute, Mr. Ressler. I’m afraid we won’t be taking any more cues from Agent Zuma.
Ressler: What are you talking about? We need to find that boat.
Hudson: No, we don’t because Raymond Reddington is nowhere near that vessel.
Cooper: I understand your hesitation, Congressman—
Siya: Hesitation? Sir–
Cooper: —but if we have a lead, we need to pursue it.
Ressler: I don’t know what this is about, but Agent Zuma just–
Hudson: Dembe Zuma’s under arrest.
Siya: On what charge?
Hudson: Aiding and abetting a fugitive.
[ Using Herbie’s computer, Hudson pulls up the surveillance video ]
Hudson: At 3:55 p.m. just before our raid on Reddington’s jet at the airfield, a call was placed from Agent Ishwood’s phone to a cell phone in the vicinity. We believe that phone belonged to Raymond Reddington. Only Agent Ishwood didn’t make that call, Zuma did.
[ Keyboard clacking ]
Hudson: Here is Agent Ishwood at the time of the call. And here is Agent Zuma 90 seconds after the call ended. He was clever enough to avoid taking the phone on camera – But here he is putting it back. Hope he washed his hands.
⋘⋙
[ In the wharf office, Agent Nixon is handcuffing Dembe ]
Dembe: I’m telling you, he’s on that boat. If we don’t get him now, we never will.
[ Handcuffs click ✽ ]

 
[ Red has landed a small fishing boat at a remote part of the bay. Weecha has been waiting for him ]
[ Red grabs his duffel and climbs the embankment ]
Red: [ Grunts, sighs ] Nice truck.
Weecha: Where’s the boat?
Red: We sunk it.
[ Brief kiss ]
Weecha: You smell like fish.
Red: Crab, actually. We’ll roll down the windows.
[ Engine starts ] [ The truck leaves ]
[ Pensive music playing ]

 
[ The Post Office war room ] [ Tense music playing ]
Herbie: I mean, he’s definitely slipping something into Ishwood’s pocket, but maybe it’s not a phone. Maybe it’s a– a small, phone-shaped thing.
Siya: Herbie, just could you–
Herbie: Sorry. [ Taps desk ]
Siya: Look, I’ve grown quite fond of Dembe, truly, but should we really be that surprised? I mean, he spent decades with Reddington. It couldn’t have been easy to sever that kind of connection.
Ressler: No one was more suspect of Dembe joining the FBI than me, but he’s proven himself time and time again to be a dedicated, thorough, honest agent.
Siya: Who called his best friend to keep him from a life in prison. Are you sure you wouldn’t have done the same if the roles were reversed?
Herbie: I’m not. I wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for Red. I love him. I mean, not as much as he loves Holly, my wife, which I guess I’ve always been strangely comfortable with. But the point is, everything about chasing him feels wrong, and I haven’t known him half as long as Dembe.
Ressler: What I can’t figure out, though, is that if Dembe did warn Reddington, why take us to the real-estate agent? Why lead us to the wharf?
[ Elevator door opens ] [ Agent Nixon steps out with Dembe in cuffs; as they walk past, glances are exchanged ]
[ Tense music playing ]

 
[ A corner off the war room ]
Hudson: He say anything on the way over?
Agent Nixon: Not a word.
Hudson: All right.
[ Cooper walks over ]
Cooper: Excuse me. I need to speak with Agent Zuma.
Hudson: Given the circumstances, I don’t think that would be appropriate.
Cooper: I appreciate the counsel, but Agent Zuma reports to me. If you have a problem with me speaking with one of my people, you can take it up with the Attorney General. Stand aside.

 
[ Red drives down a paved country road, alongside Weecha. The local news is on the radio ]

Newscaster: Traffic is slowed down on Route 264 with a tractor trailer off on the shoulder.
In other news, police have a suspect in custody after a string of burglaries targeting mobile homes outside of Fairfield, and a–

Red: At least I’m not on the news down here.
Weecha: Mm. The seaplane is fueled. You’ll need to leave as soon as we arrive.
Red: It’ll be nice to get out of the country. Where are you off to next?
Weecha: A meeting outside Bogota. Will I see you?
Red: When it’s safe. With any luck, we’ll be back on the mountain by the start of the rainy season.
Weecha: We’ll see.
[ Cell phone vibrating ]
Weecha: “Your people at the wharf. Mary was questioned by the FBI.”
Red: What is it?
Weecha: Dembe was taken away in handcuffs. It’s not your fault, Raymond. You didn’t ask him to interfere.
Red: I know.
[ Mournful music playing ]

 
[ Door opens/closes ] [ Cooper enters the interrogation room where Dembe is being held ]
Cooper: Coast Guard just called off the search. The boat’s vanished.
Dembe: Then he’s gone.
Cooper: Maybe. But not because of you. I want you to know, Dembe, you’re gonna have my full support in disputing these accusations. Whatever that tape suggests–
Dembe: I won’t be fighting any charges. I stole Agent Ishwood’s phone, and I warned Raymond about the raid.
Cooper: Why, Dembe?
Dembe: If Congressman Hudson and Agent Nixon had cornered him on the airfield, Raymond would have refused to surrender and he and any number of agents would have been killed.
Cooper: You were trying to save lives. And you spent the last 48 hours trying to find Reddington and bring him in safely. If we explain that to the Attorney General–
Dembe: It won’t matter. Raymond is gone. And someone on this Task Force will be held accountable. It should be me.
Cooper: That’s absurd. Every member of this team bears responsibility for what we’ve done here. If you think I’m gonna let you take all of that on your shoulders–
Dembe: We are not the same, Harold. You operated in a legal gray area. I spent over two decades at the right hand of the world’s greatest criminal.
Cooper: You’re not that man anymore.
Dembe: No, I’m not. And I’m grateful for my time on the Task Force, but–
[ Door opens. Agent Nixon enters ]
Agent Nixon: Mr. Cooper, please step away from the table.
Cooper: What’s going on here?
[ Nixon drops a bulletproof vest on the table in front of Dembe ]
Nixon: Put it on.
Hudson: I did what you suggested. The Attorney General agrees that Agent Zuma should be transferred to FBI headquarters for further questioning. I don’t trust you. I don’t trust him. And I certainly don’t trust this place. You won’t be pulling rank to speak to our suspect again.
Nixon: [ To Dembe ] Let’s go.
[ Dramatic music playing ]
⋘⋙
[ Ressler gets into the yellow elevator with Dembe, Agent Nixon and Congressman Hudson ]
Hudson: Where do you think you’re going, Agent Ressler?
Ressler: Oh, with you. I intend to be present for Agent Zuma’s questioning. If you don’t like it, well, you can slap some cuffs on me, as well.
[ Dramatic music playing ]

 
[ Two FBI minivans head out. Ressler and Agent Ishwood are in the lead, with Agent Nixon and Congressman Hudson following. Dembe is in the back seat ]
Hudson: [ On phone ] No, no, I won’t make the vote. Tell the whip I’ll explain when I can. Believe me, this is more important. [ Call ends ]
Hudson: [ To Nixon ] You know, I almost have to hand it to him. Getting his man inside the FBI – It’s ballsy.
Dembe: Whatever you may think, Congressman, I didn’t join the Task Force for Raymond.
Hudson: Whatever you say.
[ Engine revs, tires⚡️squeal⚡️] [ Two red tow trucks 💥crash💥 into the FBI vehicles ]
[ Pearl Jam’s ♫ “Pendulum” plays ]
[ ⬇ Go to Full Lyrics ] or [ ♪ Tap square below to play ♪ ]

♪ Can’t know what’s high ♪

[ Ressler and Ishwood are knocked out ]
[ In the second vehicle, Dembe is dazed ]
[ A black van arrives ] [ Tires⚡️screech⚡️]
[ Red gets out, along with Chuck and Santiago armed with assault rifles ]

♪ Till you been down so low ♪
♪ The future’s bright– ♪

[ Red helps Dembe get out of the minivan ]
Red: Dembe. I got you. I got you. Okay. [ To Chuck ] Keys.
[ Chuck hands Red keys and Red unlocks Dembe’s cuffs ]

♪ Lit up with nowhere to go ♪
♪ To and fro The pendulum throws ♪

[ In Ressler’s car, both men groan ]

♪ We are here– ♪

Ressler: You okay?
Ishwood: My leg’s pinned.
Ressler: All right. You stay here.
[ Ressler gets out ]
⋘⋙
Red: You all right?
Dembe: [ Coughs ]
Red: We’ll get you patched up. But we’ve gotta keep moving.
⋘⋙
[ Congressman Hudson comes to. He grabs Agent Nixon’s arm and shakes him, but Nixon is out cold. Hudson sees Nixon’s service weapon. He takes it and gets out ]

♪ Understand What we don’t know– ♪

Red: Let’s load up.
Dembe: Raymond – I’m not going with you.
Red: They’ll put you in a cell for years.
Dembe: It’s my choice.
[ Hudson points his gun ]
Hudson: Don’t– [ Gun clicks ✽ ] Don’t move.
[ Chuck points his rifle at Hudson ]
Dembe: Congressman, please, lower your weapon. It’s not what you think.
[ Ressler points his gun at Chuck ]
Ressler: Put the gun down, Chuck.
Dembe: Everyone, calm down.
Ressler: Put the gun down, Chuck!
[ No one lowers their weapons ]
Red: Shooting a man is rather different than convicting him of a capital offense, Congressman.
Dembe: Congressman Hudson, please.
Hudson: Stay away from me.
Dembe: No is going to hurt you. Please, lower your weapon.
Hudson: I don’t trust you. You’re his guy.
Dembe: No, I’m not.
Hudson: I don’t trust any of you.
Dembe: I’m on your side here. I’m not going anywhere. But I’m asking you, please, lower your weapon.
Hudson: Stay back! Stay back!
[ Glass crunches✨] [ Hudson looks in the direction of the sound ]
Hudson: What the hell?
[ Hudson looks back and shoots 💥 Dembe in the neck ]
[ Red draws his gun and shoots 💥 Hudson in the forehead, killing him. Then he trains his gun on Ressler, shooting five 💥💥💥💥💥 times into his bulletproof vest; Ressler falls ]
[ Music continues ]

♪ To and fro– ♪

Chuck: Red–
Red: In the van. In the van.
[ They lift Dembe, bleeding profusely, and get him into the van ]
[ Dembe coughs ]

♪ To and fro– ♪

[ Ressler grunts, holding his chest ]
[ The van speeds off, tires⚡️squealing⚡️]
[ Ressler struggles to his feet ]

♪ To and fro ♪
♪ Ah ♪
♪ To and fro ♪
♪ Ah ♪
♪ To and fro ♪

[ Ressler walks over to where to where Hudson lies, shot squarely in the forehead; he also sees the large pool of blood left by Dembe ]
[ Dramatic music playing ]
[ Siren 🚨 wails in distance ]

 
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The future’s bright,
Lit up with nowhere to go,
To and fro the pendulum throws

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My shadow left me long ago

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This might pass
This might last
This may grow
Easy come and easy go
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♪ Ah ah ah ah ah
To and fro the pendulum throws
To and fro the pendulum throws

♪ To and fro
To and fro

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