🔴 Season 5 Storybook: Episodes 1-15 of 22

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The Storybook tells the story of each episode using the best lines and selected scenes illustrated with enhanced screenshots. The important storylines are emphasized and may be clearer than in the full scripts. From time to time, due to length constraints, I have to omit scenes I love.

Bi-directional navigation (⇈ ⇊ or ⇇ ⇉) lets you navigate through the Storybook by episode (*click* on ❣STORYBOOK❣for the episode you want); or find the other major features for a given episode (EW recap, Photo Gallery, or the complete Script with songs, lyrics and other goodies).


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🔴 Episode 5:1 Smokey Putnam 🎯 EW recap ¤ 🌅 Photo Gallery ¤ 📚❣STORYBOOK ¤ 📒 Script

🔴 Episode 5:2 Greyson Blaise 🎯 EW recap ¤ 🌅 Photo Gallery ¤ 📚❣STORYBOOK ¤ 📒 Script

🔴 Episode 5:3 Miss Rebecca Thrall 🎯 EW recap ¤ 🌅 Photo Gallery ¤ 📚 ❣STORYBOOK ¤ 📒 Script

🔴 Episode 5:4 The Endling 🎯 EW recap ¤ 🌅 Photo Gallery ¤ 📚 ❣STORYBOOK ¤ 📒 Script

🔴 Episode 5:5 Ilyas Surkov 🎯 EW recap ¤ 🌅 Photo Gallery ¤ 📚 ❣STORYBOOK ¤ 📒 Script

🔴 Episode 5:6 The Travel Agency 🎯 EW recap ¤ 🌅 Photo Gallery ¤ 📚 ❣STORYBOOK ¤ 📒 Script

🔴 Episode 5:7 The Kilgannon Corp 🎯 EW recap ¤ 🌅 Photo Gallery ¤ 📚❣STORYBOOK ¤ 📒 Script

🔴 Episode 5:8 Ian Garvey 🎯 EW recap ¤ 🌅 Photo Gallery ¤ 📚❣STORYBOOK ¤ 📒 Script

🔴 Episode 5:9 Ruin 🎯 EW recap ¤ 🌅 Photo Gallery ¤ 📚❣STORYBOOK ¤ 📒 Script

🔴 Episode 5:10 The Informant 🎯 EW recap ¤ 🌅 Photo Gallery ¤ 📚❣STORYBOOK ¤ 📒 Script

🔴 Episode 5:11 Abraham Stern 🎯 EW recap ¤ 🌅 Photo Gallery ¤ 📚 STORYBOOK ¤ 📒 Script

🔴 Episode 5:12 The Cook 🎯 EW recap ¤ 🌅 Photo Gallery ¤ 📚STORYBOOK ¤ 📒 Script

🔴 Episode 5:13 The Invisible Hand 🎯 EW recap ¤ 🌅 Photo Gallery ¤ 📚 STORYBOOK ¤ 📒 Script

🔴 Episode 5:14 Mr Raleigh Sinclair III 🎯 EW recap ¤ 🌅 Photo Gallery ¤ 📚 STORYBOOK ¤ 📒 Script

🔴 Episode 5:15 Pattie Sue Edwards 🎯 EW recap ¤ 🌅 Photo Gallery ¤ 📚 STORYBOOK ¤ 📒 Script

🔴 Episode 5:16 The Capricorn Killer 🎯 EW recap ¤ 🌅 Photo Gallery ¤ 📚 STORYBOOK ¤ 📒 Script

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⭕ 5:16 The Capricorn Killer

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Blurb: Norman Singleton, the detective investigating Tom Keen’s murder, has been murdered by Tom Keen’s killer, Ian Garvey, his co-worker, a US marshall and “dirty cop” who runs a group of thugs aligned with the Nash drug syndicate. Singleton and Liz attempted to draw out Tom’s killer, but Garvey caught Singleton in the process. Liz has recognized Garvey among the cops at the scene of Singleton’s stabbing as “Damascus” – the man with the Damascus knife – from the night of Tom’s murder. Garvey wanted a suitcase containing a skeleton left for Liz by Mr Kaplan but intercepted by Tom. Garvey tracked the suitcase to Tom after DNA from the bones was ID’d by a government computer database. Garvey took the skeleton planning to use its identity to blackmail Red. He killed Tom after Tom refused to connect him with Red. Both Liz and Red want to retrieve the skeleton, but Liz knows of it only as an “item” that will tell her “the truth” that Red has told her has to do with him – but which must “remain a secret, even from you.”

The next episode of The Blacklist airs at 7pm ET on March 14, 2018.


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🔴 5:16 The Capricorn Killer

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Blurb: Norman Singleton, the detective investigating Tom Keen’s murder, has been murdered by Tom Keen’s killer, Ian Garvey, his co-worker, a US marshall and “dirty cop” who runs a group of thugs aligned with the Nash drug syndicate. Singleton and Liz attempted to draw out Tom’s killer, but Garvey caught Singleton in the process. Liz has recognized Garvey among the cops at the scene of Singleton’s stabbing as “Damascus” – the man with the Damascus knife – from the night of Tom’s murder. Garvey wanted a suitcase containing a skeleton left for Liz by Mr Kaplan but intercepted by Tom. Garvey tracked the suitcase to Tom after DNA from the bones was ID’d by a government computer database. Garvey took the skeleton planning to use its identity to blackmail Red. He killed Tom after Tom refused to connect him with Red. Both Liz and Red want to retrieve the skeleton, but Liz knows of it only as an “item” that will tell her “the truth” that Red has told her has to do with him – but which must “remain a secret, even from you.”

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Episode 5:2 Greyson Blaise 🎯 EW recap ¤ 🌅 Photo Gallery ¤ 📒 Script

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Blurb: Red has continued collecting talented criminals as he appeases the Task Force by delivering other killers. These include arsonist Earl Fagan and Mr Raleigh Sinclair III (“The Alibi”) who creates doppelgangers. He and Liz have learned from “The Toymaker” Cleveland Bandicott that the man who had him devise Bobby Navarro’s GPS-tracking electronic eye was likely a cop. Meanwhile, unknown to Liz and Red, that man was Ian Garvey, a US Marshall and is apparently a “dirty cop.” Ian Garvey killed Tom and is in possession the suitcase containing a skeleton that Mr Kaplan intended for Liz but which Red is desperate to claim before Liz finds out where or what it is. Singleton, the detective investigating Tom’s murder, has twice broken in to Liz’s apartment. The second time, she confronted Singleton and threatened to turn him in for burglary, but he showed her photos linking Red to her and threatened to turn her! in for working for Red. To prove she had a legitimate reason for associating with Red, she got Cooper’s permission to bring Singleton to the black site in the Post Office and inform him about the work of the Reddington Task Force.

Phoebe: Need a warm up, hon?
Pattie Sue Edwards: No.Thanks. Just the check.
Phoebe: Be right– [ Coughs] Right back. I can’t breathe– I can’t breathe–
Busboy: Hey, are you okay? Hey, Phoebe, what’s the matter?
Phoebe: I don’t know what’s wrong. I- [Coughs] I can’t breathe I- I feel dizzy, like I can’t–
Busboy: Hey. Hey.
Woman: Honey, you’re burning up. Oh, Phoebe!
Busboy: Is there a doctor here?!
Woman: Somebody call an ambulance! …

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[ Norman Singleton, the police detective working on Tom Keen’s murder, wakes up. Red is sitting at the end of his bed ]
Red: I took the liberty. Is this latex or memory foam?
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Detective Singleton: He broke into my house. I wake up in the middle of the night, the man’s sitting on the edge of my bed.
Cooper: Reddington has a flair for the dramatic.
Singleton: He threatened to kill me.
Cooper: If you divulge his relationship with the FBI. So – don’t. … You said you had a way to draw out the killer, what do you call him – Damascus. …
Singleton: I’m part of an inter-agency task force trying to bring them down. Every time we get a lead, Damascus tips them off, and we get nothing.
Liz: Which means whoever killed Tom has a line in on his task force.
Singleton: So at my next meeting, I’m gonna let it be known that we have … someone inside the syndicate who can ID Damascus. Bobby Navarro, former dealer from the syndicate who’s gone missing.
Liz: We’ll tell them where and when I’ll meet Navarro and that he’s gonna ID Damascus. And whoever shows up … will either be Damascus or someone that can lead us to him. …
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Earl Fagan: I’m sorry, I’m out.
Red: Yes. Of jail. Because of me. And in exchange for said freedom, you owe me one genuine bona fide Earl Fagen electrical-wires-somehow-got-crossed inferno. Then you’re out.
Fagan: … You’re waving coke in front of an addict.
Red: Then take a snort. This isn’t a negotiation. It’s an assignment. I have a business that’s become a liability. I need you to burn it down. …
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Red: I have a case.
Liz: And I have a request – Take it easy on Singleton. He’s on our side.
Red: For now. Because he’s afraid not to be. I find a good bedside chat to be effective and exhilarating.
Liz: He and I have a plan. And if works out, it’ll ID Tom’s killer.
Red: And then what? If it turns out to be a cop, what are you gonna do then? Let the system close ranks around one of its own? Let him lawyer up? Stand trial? Juries acquit cops even when they have video showing those cops shooting innocent victims. …
Liz: Why are you telling me this?
Red: Because you and I both know this doesn’t end in a courtroom. It ends on the street. I want you to be prepared for that. About this case–
Liz: The only case I’m interested in working on is Tom’s murder.
Red: Well, unfortunately this is an urgent one. There’s been a rather acute viral outbreak in New York City, and I’m afraid it was not a natural occurrence.
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Liz: Nine months ago, Reddington was approached by Jumbal Mazi Okoro, a South African black-market trader who was looking to secure a rare viral agent for his client. … Reddington never facilitated the trade, citing ethical issues.
Ressler: Go figure.
Liz: … Reddington believes this client may be responsible for the attacks in New York. …
Samar: What makes Reddington think there’s a connection?
Liz: Okoro was looking to obtain the same kind of pathogen ….
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Dr Hannah Moshay: Lab confirmed it’s a viral pathogen likely airborne and replicating quickly.. When we arrived, we had 26 confirmed cases …. In the last six hours, that number’s tripled.
Ressler: What about your quarantine?
Dr Moshay: Three square blocks. NYPD has another 12 in lockdown. … About the woman.
Dr Moshay: Here. With the notebook. She somehow managed to slip out before we could ID the infected …. It’s an inhaler. We suspect it may contain some kind of anti-viral agent.
Ressler: [ On phone ] Looks like we have a suspect. Aram, I’m gonna send you some CCTV images. We’re gonna need an ID right away. …
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[ Pattie Sue is carrying a metal briefcase. She gets into an elevator alone. She leaves the briefcase inside the elevator. It begins to emit vapors. The elevator doors close ]
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Aram: We just got word of NYPD responding to a call at New York General.
Cooper: Is that where they’re treating the infected?
Aram: Yes, but there may be more– Another- another outbreak. They found some kind of biological device. …
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[ New York General Hospital; a tech in a hazmat suit opens the briefcase. There are vials inside. He walks over to the observation window ]
Tech: Uh, you’re not gonna believe this, but I don’t think we’re looking at another virus here.
Woman: Why, what is it?
[ The tech holds up a label. It says “Treatment Protocol” ] …
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Ressler: We’ve confirmed it’s her. It’s the same woman who caused the infection.
Cooper: Why would she infect people only to provide them with the cure?
Aram: Okay, hang on. I got an ID. Here we go. Captain Patricia Sue Edwards. Uh, she’s a biochemist. Formerly with the United States Army Medical Research Institute of Infectious Disease.
Liz: USAMRIID. The germ-warfare guys.
Aram: Married to Lieutenant Commander Dennis Edwards. NAVY Seal.
Ressler: “All in, all the time.” The best of the best.
Aram: Yeah, well, put a pin in that. ‘Cause in March 2017, Lieutenant Commander Edwards was stationed in Manbij, Syria, tasked with securing the area to facilitate the liberation of Raqqa. His record had always been exemplary, up until another SEAL caught him stealing a truck full of confiscated opium.
Cooper: Was he court-martialed?
Aram: Killed. By the same SEAL who caught him. And Judge Advocate ruled that that SEAL was acting in self-defense.
Samar: Did they investigate the wife?
Aram: Uh, yeah, but nothing conclusive but she was stripped of her security clearance at USAMRIID before resigning her commission.
Liz: Which means she lost access to the chemical and biological weapons.
Cooper: Apparently she’s gotten over that hurdle. …
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[ The “Critter Cabin” pet grooming shop that Red uses for money laundering ]
Smokey Putnam: … [S]o what now you got this- this- this- this guy? To what? To light a match and – Boom! There goes this this sweet little deal we got going? …
Red: I want you to go to our vet and find out how he disposes of the animals he puts down. We’re gonna need about half a dozen.
Smokey: Half a dozen what?
Red: Skeletons. To make it look authentic. Couple of dogs. Cats. I think we shampoo the occasional marmot.
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Earl Fagen: In order to melt structural components, we need a High Temperature Accelerant fire. … Leave you nothing but memories. Look, I never said I didn’t love it. I just said I shouldn’t do it.
Red: Earl, you have a gift. Others create, you destroy.
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Red: Mr. Hepworth. Thomas Dekker.
Mr Hershey Hepworth: Mr. Dekker. As you know, the IRS is conducting an audit of Critter Cabin LLC–
Red: Let me ask you – How come you get to audit me and I don’t get to audit you?
Mr Hepworth: About the audit–
Red: Granted, you use my money for some worthy causes – roads, schools – but building a border wall, prosecuting people for smoking pot, building even more prisons to hold even more young men of color? Why should my money finance that?
Hepworth: There seem to be some discrepancies in your unrelated business income.
Red: Hershey. Hershey. Hershey. You’re missing the point. … The point, the essential point, is this – we’re all sinners.
Hepworth: Oh. Sinning. That’s–
Red: That’s the point. Lust. Gluttony. Sloth. Three of my favorites. But you’re here because of my greed. Tell me, what’s your sin, Mr. Hepworth?
Hepworth: I don’t–
Red: Of course you do. “For all have sinned and fall short of the Glory of God.” Testify, Brother Hershey.
Hepworth: Okay, I don’t think that–
Red: Don’t think. Flow. … Let it out. Let it out.
Hepworth: [ Groans ] I hate this job.
Red: Amen, to that.
Hepworth: My kid – he’s incredible. And he’s desperate to go to high school at Davenport Academy. But the headmaster won’t let him in because of what I do, what I did. I audited his sister.
Red: Don’t despair, Brother Hershey. Your job is what kept your son out, and now it will be what gets him in.
Hepworth: How’s it gonna do that?
Red: I’m going to do that. In exchange for services rendered by you. Or, to be more precise – not rendered by you.
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Ian Garvey: Rumor is you got a bomb to drop on the task force. … Tactical friggin’ nuke. I’m all a-tingle.
Singleton: I tailed Keen. She didn’t lead me to Reddington, but she did lead me to someone else.
Garvey: Who?
Singleton: Robert Navarro.
Garvey: Navarro? I figured he got himself whacked.
Singleton: What he got himself was a deal with the Feds. … Cut a deal. Immunity in exchange for everything he knows about Nash syndicate. Names. Suppliers. Amounts.
Garvey: He’s gonna tell all that to the Feds? …
Singleton: Navarro’s gonna meet his contact this afternoon at a Fed safe house on Water Street. The Bureau is promising transcripts.
Garvey: That’s no tactical nuke, my friend. That’s thermo-friggin’-nuclear. …
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Dr Hannah Moshay: … Naturally-occurring Nipah has one strand of RNA. Hers has two. … No idea why. We’ll know more when we hear back from Atlanta.
Digital voice: Network alert. Network alert. Access denied. Access denied.
Dr Moshay: What’s going on?
Tech: I don’t know. I’m locked out.
Dr Moshay: Atlanta’s down. Everyone’s down. … [I]t seems like the biological virus is now infecting our entire network.
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Cooper: You’re telling me a human virus infected a computer network. How is that possible?
Aram: All right, code is code – ones and zeroes. What’s changed is that we can now manipulate the human genome to implant malicious code into it. When the infected DNA from the victims was analyzed and uploaded to the CDC’s network, the computer virus was uploaded with it.
Liz: So the purpose of the outbreak was to hijack the CDC’s server.
Cooper: And lock us out. But why? …
Aram: The only way I can see for sure what she’s doing inside the system is to physically access the server farm.
Cooper: Then that’s what you’re going to do. …
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[ Pattie Sue Edwards works in a lab. She prepare a dish of green bio-goo. Pattie Sue prepares a small round white disk with pins sticking out of it and slips the disk with the pins under the white latex glove on her right hand. The pins pop through the palm the glove ]
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[ At Davenport Academy high school, the Headmaster takes leave of an elderly woman ]
Headmaster: Thank you so much, Miss Timmons. … Now, don’t forget your jersey.
[ The Headmaster hands Miss Timmons a “Davenport” jersey ]
Miss Timmons: [ Loudly ] Ooh. Isn’t it marvelous?
Red: Very sporting. …
Headmaster: Mr Dekker, is it?
Red: Yes. Very impressive. What a gymnasium – a real shrine to athleticism. I can just feel the testosterone.
Headmaster: We’ve wanted to build it for years. But one neighbor refused to sell an adjoining plot – until about five minutes ago.
Red: The charming lady who just left?
Headmaster: It’s been a very good day.
Red: Well, then allow me to make it an even better one. Every great athletic facility requires spectacular locker rooms … If you’re willing to offer enrollment at the academy to a very, very promising young man that I know, then I’d be willing to pay for those locker rooms.
Headmaster: That is very generous.
Red: His name is Charlie Hepworth. Now, I know there’s been some bad blood between you–
Headmaster: I’m afraid that’s rather an understatement. His father’s audit cost my sister her company.
Red: Yes, but to be fair, should poor Charlie really have to suffer the consequences of
his father’s doggedness and your sister’s indiscretions?
Headmaster: Thank you, Mr Dekker, but I’m going to have to turn down your generous offer.
Red: Mm. There must be something I can do to change your mind.
Headmaster: I can’t think of a thing.
Red: Well, let’s see if I can.
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Liz: Can you really intercept cell phones with that thing?
Singleton: Anyone in range makes a call, this picks up the device ID number. …
[ A car shows up at the setup site ]
Liz: There’s a barcode in his window. It’s a rental.
[ A man gets out ]
Liz: You recognize him?
Singleton: No. Maybe hired muscle.
[ The man from the car, Judson, makes a call ]
Judson: Hey. It’s me. Yeah. I don’t know, but there’s no sign of Navarro. Right. I’ll go in for a closer look.
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Dr Moshay: Once you enter the hot zone, your rebreather will have 20 minutes of air. …
Ressler: Look, we got you on comm so we can physically guide you to the servers. Once you get there, tap the terminal. Figure out what Edwards is doing in there and get out.
Samar: Okay, listen. You can do this. You’re going to be great. Okay? …
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Judson: [ On phone ] Yeah. Nobody. The place is empty. I don’t know, maybe you got bad intel, but there’s nobody here.
Liz: We’re not gonna get another shot at this.
Singleton: We won’t need one.
[ On Singleton’s computer screen: “Phone Number Intercepted” ]
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Ressler: [ On comms] Aram, when you exit the elevator, there’s gonna be a door to your immediate right. That’s the door to the server room. …
[ Aram enters server room ]
Ressler: All right. Aram, you got to listen to me. You’re looking for the server row D-52. That’s gonna be the fourth row from the east wall.
Aram: … Oh! Okay, I found it. I found it. D-52. We’re here. Okay. Okay. …
Aram: All right, I need the root password.
Ressler: It’s 12-Net-4-Hotel-Bravo.
Aram: … Okay, I’m in. I’m in. All right, now I’m, uh- scanning for unknown processes. … She’s jumped the system … Okay, government computer systems are networked, and if what I’m seeing here is right, then Edwards is using the CDC portal to launch a search in SIPRNet and the DoD.
Ressler: Those are the most classified networks in the country. …
Samar: Looking for what?
Aram: That’s just it. She’s using some kind of DNA sample in her search. It’s not a “what.” It’s “who.” I think she’s looking for somebody.
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Ressler: So the virus outbreak was all just a way to ID someone.
Aram: Yeah, she has some DNA and she’s looking to put a name to it.
Cooper: Who? Family member? Loved one?
Samar: Enemy.
Cooper: I want to know the second you find out. Whoever it is may need our protection.
[ Liz appears ]
Cooper: Agent Keen.
Liz: Bad time?
Cooper: Not at all. Come in. Did anyone take the bait?
Liz: Yes. A merc, some muscle. But he was reporting to whoever sent him, and that’s probably the person I’m looking for, which is why I need your help.
Aram: Tell me. What can I do?
Liz: The guy who showed up – Singleton intercepted his phone. A burner.
Samar: If you intercepted him, you must know who he called.
Liz: I do. One number. Also a burner.
Aram: I’ll geolocate him. …
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Headmaster: How– A quit claim? But we were in contract.
Red: As Old Man Quimby, my fencing instructor, used to say “If ifs and buts were candy and nuts, oh, what a Christmas we’d have.” My God I loved the foil.
Headmaster: That woman agreed to sell to us.
Red: Well, as it turns out you weren’t offering quite enough. [ Chuckles ] She accepted my proposal over the most delicious buckwheat blini and a tour of her surprisingly vast collection of ceramic salt-and-pepper shakers. But the funny thing is, I have absolutely no use for the place. If only there were something you could do to help me think of a constructive way to develop the property. Any good ideas?
Headmaster: No.
Red: Really?
Headmaster: Absolutely not.
Red: Maybe a massage parlor. The athletes would love it!
Headmaster: Oh, my God. Fine. I’ll admit him. The Hepworth kid. If you throw in the locker room.
Red: “If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.” Ah, Quimby. The man was a walking aphorism.
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Ressler: We found out who Edwards was looking for – Caleb James Cronin, retired Navy SEAL. She was looking up his DNA.
Cooper: That explains the extraordinary steps she’s taken. The ID of anyone in Special Ops is highly classified. What it doesn’t explain is why she cares.
Samar: Because Cronin killed her husband.
Cooper: The opium.
Samar: He’s the one who caught Edwards stealing it. JAG ruled it was self-defense. Apparently she’d like to render her own verdict. …
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Pattie Sue Edwards: Lieutenant Caleb Cronin?
[ Pattie Sue reaches out her white gloved hand. They shake. The pins sticking out of her glove puncture ⚡️Cronin’s palm ]
Cronin: Agh. What the hell was that?
[ Pattie Sue pulls out a gun ]
Pattie Sue: Invite me inside and I’ll explain.
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Smokey: … [H]ere you go. A dachshund, Husky, Chow, Pug, beagle, two Siamese, a chinchilla, and my appreciation for torching the place.
Red: Smokey, as it turns out, that won’t be necessary.
Fagen: You promised me a sure thing, gives me Viagra, and all I have to show for it is a four-hour erection. …
Smokey: Wait. You’re- you’re- you’re not burning down the place? Did you hear what I said – we’ll go to jail for this.
[ IRS Agent Hershey Hepworth enters ]
Red: Brother Hershey, behold a miracle.
[ Red holds up the a jersey labeled “Davenport” ]
Hepworth: You got Charlie into Davenport. I just I can’t thank you enough.
Red: Of course you can. That’s why I did it.
Hepworth: You know, there’s nothing I’ve wanted more than for my son to go to Davenport and, um – if it were in my power to bury this audit, I would.
Red: But it is in your power. You’re the auditor.
Hepworth: Yes. I was when we came to our understanding, but there’s been a change. I’m out, and, um, Larry Hotchkiss is in. He’ll be here tomorrow at 9:00 to examine your books. I am so sorry.
Red: So am I, Brother Hershey. [ Red snatches back the jersey ] So am I.
[ Hepworth leaves ]
Red: It appears we’re going to need that chinchilla after all.
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Aram: Okay – come on. All right, I’m geolocating now. …
Singleton: You got a location? …
Aram: Okay, okay, okay All right, it looks like there. There. 447 Skidmore.
Liz: [ On phone ] Did you get that? 447–
Singleton: Call the burner.
Liz: What? Why? What good’s that gonna do?
Singleton: It’ll tell me what member of the task force killed your husband.
Liz: That address – 447 Skidmore. That’s your office.
Singleton: Call the number.
Liz: Not until we get units there. You need backu– [ Cellphone beeps ] Singleton?
[ Liz dials ]
Aram: Is there a problem?
Liz: I hope not. …
[ Cellphone vibrating ]
[ Singleton walks down the hall at his work, pauses in front on the office with the sound of a phone vibrating. He enters, opens the drawer of a desk ] [ Cellphone vibrating loudly ]
[ Ian Garvey appears behind Singleton ]
Garvey: Your girls are in Orlando, right? You can open your mouth, but the thing is, whatever happens to me, I’ve got people, Norm. A lot of people. You do anything stupid, and those girls of yours are gonna pay. Let’s go for a ride.
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Pattie Sue Edwards: That cough is your body trying to fight the genetic material I’ve introduced into your bloodstream. … Your brain is swelling, Lieutenant. And it will continue to swell until your skull can’t accommodate its size. … There is a cure, however, and I have it. But for that, I’m gonna need something in return.
Cronin: Who are you?
Pattie Sue: Dennis Edwards, Navy SEAL. Manbij, Syria. You remember him? He was my husband.
Cronin: It wasn’t my fault, what happened. Your husband’s death, it wa– it was an accident.
Pattie Sue: You convinced JAG that he stole a truckload of opium. But I know differently. … When my husband’s effects were returned, there was blood on his uniform. I tested it. I found two sets of DNA. His and the Navy SEAL who killed him. You. … [Y]ou blamed it on my husband, then murdered him to cover your tracks. What I don’t know is who else was involved. … So, Lieutenant – who helped you kill my husband?
[ Cronin breaks the plastic bindings and attacks ] [⚡️Fight⚡️][ Cronin throws Pattie Sue to the floor, gets the gun, then accidentally steps on the inhaler, destroying it ]
Pattie Sue: Oh, God.
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Red: Earl, I’ve been thinking, who am I to stand between you and your calling? You can make disappear in one hour what it took 100 men a year to create.
Fagen: I take it the IRS wasn’t so amenable after all.
Red: There may have been a slight hiccup.
Fagen: Men plan. God laughs.
Red: The audit begins tomorrow, 9:00 a.m.
Fagen: Only there is no God. It’s just all a big chemical reaction.
Red: Can you do it by then?
Fagen: I need someone who sees the fire in my eyes and wants to play with it.
Red: Is that a yes or a no? Or is a haiku sometimes just a haiku? …
Fagen: The plan’s in my head. The supplies are in the van. Every shred of evidence will be reduced to ashes by dawn.
Red: I do see the fire in your eyes. And it’s terrifying.
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[ The FBI enters Cronin’s house ]
Samar: Ressler. … Obviously there was some kind of struggle. …
Agent: This is Jill Conway. Neighbor from across the street.
Jill Conway: I saw them. He had a gun. …
Ressler: [ On phone ]Aram, we may have a hostage situation. I need you to run a full profile on Cronin – credit cards, vehicle registration, the works. …
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Aram: Okay, guys, a traffic cam clocked Cronin’s vehicle three minutes ago, heading westbound on 495. I’ve got an NYPD unit tailing them now.
Ressler: They’re headed towards Astoria.
Samar: That’s where Edwards lives. They’re headed to her house. Aram, have NYPD set a perimeter. Have them run him onto a service road at Hell Gate Bridge.
Ressler: Call Dr. Moshay at the CDC. … We need response units on site. …
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Dr Moshay: He’s symptomatic, likely infected, which means she is, too. … Atlanta cleared the antidote. And we have doses on site ready to go. …
[ Pattie Sue and Cronin get out of Cronin’s vehicle and step forward ]
Ressler: All right, hold on. Not so fast.
Cronin: I need medicine. She infected me with some kind of– some virus. …
Pattie Sue: I only wanted to clear my husband’s name, to prove his innocence. I didn’t want anybody to get hurt.
Ressler: His innocence? Hey, hold up. What does she mean, his “innocence”?
Cronin: Are you insane?
Ressler: Officers, if this man takes another step forward you have permission to shoot. … How about we make a little trade? Your life for the truth about Dennis Edwards.
Cronin: I told the truth.
Ressler: Look, unless you want to leave here in a hazmat bag, you’re gonna tell me what really happened to this woman’s husband in Raqqa.
Cronin: [ Wheezing ] Please I’m begging you–
Pattie Sue: He’s gonna die!
Ressler: [ Sardonically ] Yeah, I guess so.
Cronin: Okay, stop! Just stop. The opium– We took it. Edwards figured it out. He was gonna turn us in.
Ressler: I want names.
Cronin: Oz Stone, Frank McGraw.
Ressler: Who pulled the trigger?
Cronin: I did, okay? Are you happy? I shot him.
Ressler: Bring ’em in. When it’s safe, arrest ’em both.
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Liz: [ On phone ] Hey. Singleton, it’s me again. Uh, you don’t seem to be home, and you don’t answer your calls, so I’m getting a little worried. Call me back when you get this. …
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Cooper: He’s not at home?
Liz: No. He’s not answering his cell either.
Cooper: That’s what I was afraid of.
Liz: Why do you say that?
Cooper: It may be nothing. I’m gonna give you an address. …
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Red: I couldn’t bring myself to burn it down. I like it here.
Smokey: Oh, well, good for you. Why don’t you stay here and pat the pets? We’ll be in jail with the animals. …
Red: Smokey, shut your mouth and look and learn. Ah, Mr. Dekker, it’s your lucky day.
Smokey: Why is that?
Mr Hotchkiss: Our field office caught fire last night. Yeah, a wire shorted in the basement. It sparked a bag of de-icing chemicals someone left down there. We, uh, store the materials we prepare for audits in the basement. As a result, yours has been indefinitely postponed.
Red: That is a bit of luck.
Hotchkiss: We’ll be in touch.
Red: I assume that you assume the fire was the work of an arsonist.
Hotchkiss: We did. But we found no evidence of it. All we do know is that the fire started inside the smoke alarm.
Red: Hah! How ironic.
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[ A military graveside service ]
Uniformed officer: Atten! Hut! Ready! Aim! Fire!
[ Rifles cock ] [ Gunshots 💥‼️ ]
Officer: Ready! Aim!
[ Rifles cock ]
Officer: Fire!
[ Gunshots 💥‼️ ]
[ Pattie Sue Edwards watches the service, tears falling ]
[ An officer walks over to Pattie Sue and places a triangularly folded flag into her cuffed hands. She clasps the flag to her heart. Ressler nods to several guards who escort her away ]
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Red: Mr. Fagen.
Fagen: I was staring at those trees, thinking how I wanted to burn them. …
[ Red gives Fagen an envelope. Fagen opens it; inside is a thick wad of $100 bills ]
Red: A retainer. For services not yet rendered. … [T]hink positive, control your urges, and I’ll put your gift to good use.
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[ A white sheet is pulled back from Singleton’s body for Liz and Cooper ]
Cooper: Stabbed multiple times. Wallet gone. They’re saying it was a robbery.
[ A muffled voice in the background becomes clearer, familiar. Liz turns to see its source ]
Ian Garvey: I want witness statements, CCTV footage, and a forensic report on my desk an hour ago. Nobody sleeps until we find the son of a bitch who did this.
Cooper: Elizabeth–

[ Ian Garvey stabs Tom ]
TOM: [ Groaning ] Aah! Aah! [ Groaning ]

Cooper: What is it?
[ Liz turns back to face Cooper ]
Liz: [ Whispers ] That’s him. The bald man – Damascus. That’s the man who killed Tom.


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Blurb: Liz and Red are on a race against time – and each other – to locate the suitcase containing a skeleton. Liz knows it only as an “item” which will reveal to her “the truth” – a secret of Red’s – that Tom wanted her to know. Red knows that Mr Kaplan left the suitcase for Liz but Tom purloined it. Determined to identify it himself before telling Liz, Tom got killed for his trouble. It is now in the hands of Tom’s murderer, Ian Garvey, who knows its value to Red. In the search for Tom’s killer, Liz found among Tom’s things a reference to an “Oleander” who Cooper has told her was a Russian operative during the Cold War. Following the tip from Cooper leads Liz to Dominic Wilkerson. This turns out to be “Dom,” Liz’s own grandfather (and Red’s gruff, reclusive, occasional antagonist). Dom claims only a passing familiarity with former Soviet agents, but recognizes Liz when she tells him Katarina Rostova (his own daughter) was her mother. He does not tell Liz he is her grandfather – or that he himself is Oleander. He says he does not know if Katarina is still alive. Meanwhile, Red is tracking the suitcase through the Nash Syndicate, a drug operation which Red has learned is protected or run by cops. The final scene of Episode 5:13 shows that, not only does Ian Garvey himself wear a badge, but Detective Singleton, the cop working Tom’s case, is in cahoots with him.



Raleigh Sinclair: Tell me again about that day how you found her, how it felt. … Don’t tell me what you saw. Tell me what you felt, what you feel.
Brian Barrett: I felt–

Flashback: A man and woman are having sex.
Nicole: [ Moaning ]

Brian: –rage. Nothing else. I wasn’t hurt or sad or betrayed. All I felt was rage – like the only thing that mattered was that she– I wanted- I wanted to hurt her. Not him. Her.
Sinclair: That feeling you have right now – that anger – I want you to hold on to that…. Can you do that, Brian? Is your hatred big enough to sustain you?
Brian: Yes.
Sinclair: … I will contact you again when you have
gathered the items on this list.
Brian: [ Reading ] Three pairs of yellow running shoes, an iPhone, an apartment on Washington Place? … You want me to rent an apartment in Manhattan?
Sinclair: You want a perfect alibi for murdering your wife?
Brian: I’ll do it today.
Sinclair: When you’re watching your wife die, it it will be well worth the wait. …

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Red: Agent Navabi, are you familiar with the Innocence Project?
Samar: Of course. They use DNA evidence to exonerate the wrongfully convicted.
Red: The majority of the convictions they overturn are based on eyewitness testimony. People who swore they’d seen something they hadn’t.
[ Red slides a newspaper across the table to Samar ]
Samar: What does this have to do with Sam DeMarco?
Red: Mr DeMarco was brought in for questioning in connection with the untimely demise of his business partner. …
Samar: Until four eyewitnesses placed him miles from the scene of the crime.
Red: People think memory works like a video recorder. … In truth, memories are reconstructed more like putting together an ever-changing jigsaw puzzle than replaying a video.
Samar: So the witnesses are wrong?
Red: Manipulated. Into providing a killer with an airtight alibi by a master in the art of misdirection. …
A man appropriately known as “The Alibi.” …
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Cooper: How does he say this “Alibi” does it? Witness tampering? Bribery?
Ressler: Could be that he just gets someone else to commit the crime for his clients. Times it so that when it takes place they’re someone else, like out in public so other people see them. …

Samar: Apparently, The Alibi only works with people who want to commit the crimes themselves. He doesn’t offer hit men, only alibis.
Aram: That allow people to be in two places at once.
Samar: The Alibi can exonerate anyone from any crime by getting people he’s never met to swear to things they’ve never seen.
Cooper: Ressler, Navabi, find the witness that says she saw DeMarco at the time of the murder. … I want to know if she made an honest mistake or is an accessory to murder.

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Cashier: … Look, I know what I saw. The guy comes in every morning for coffee and a paper
like clockwork. You can set your watch by him.
Samar: Every morning?
Cashier: Yeah. For coffee, paper, his lottery tickets.
Samar: He bought lottery tickets on the morning in question?
Cashier: 20 bucks worth. Right after pulling cash out of the ATM.
Ressler: We’re gonna need access to that camera. …
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Aram: And here we go. There.
Cooper: It’s him.
Aram: Yes. Except it’s not. Facial recognition software says it is only an 81% match with discrepancies…. I suspect that … you are looking at an exceptionally convincing double who helped Sam DeMarco get away with murder. …
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Cooper: This was the man eyewitnesses ID’d as Sam DeMarco. And this is DeMarco.
Red: He’s using doubles.
Cooper: A homeless man matching DeMarco’s description was picked up for public intoxication last month. Kahil Shula. Where he
is now is anyone’s guess.
Red: Some guess. Others know. May I?
[ Red takes the photo of Kahil Shula ] …
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[ Liz’s fitness-for-duty evaluation in Dr Sharon Fulton’s office ]
Dr Sharon Fulton: Let’s talk about your daughter.
Liz: She’s with her grandmother until this ends.
Dr Fulton: Until what ends?
Liz: Until I find closure.
Dr Fulton: And how do you envision that happening?
Liz: Through revenge. That’s why I need you to help me find another way.
Dr Fulton: Does the desire for revenge come naturally to you?
Liz: I think it comes naturally to anyone who’s seen her husband murdered.
Dr Fulton: Let’s talk about Raymond Reddington. …
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Marion Stamps: Oh! If it isn’t R Squared and my man Dembe. [ Hugs ]
Dembe: Hello, Marion.
Red: [ Chuckles ] It’s been too long, Marty. You look wonderful.
Marion: Well, we’re up to 700 meals a day. We got housing for another 60. Wouldn’t be half that without
your help.
Red: I give, and I get the eyes and ears of an invisible army. Speaking of which, [ Shows photo ] Kahil Shula. Homeless, in considerable trouble. I need to find him. So please circulate the photo and the word.
Marion: Done and done-r. Now, how about you two come and try some of Randy’s raisin bread pudding? …
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(Additional photos pending)
[ Brian Barrett, in running gear, steps outside his New York apartment building. He begins a recording and starts a jog as the voice of Raleigh Sinclair narrates his route ]
Raleigh Sinclair: Ritual is everything. Respect it, and, in time, it will become second nature. …
[ A vendor has Brian’s morning coffee ready; Brian slaps down his payment ]
Vendor: Double espresso, shot of milk.
[ Sinclair catches up with Brian ]
Sinclair: The falafel vendor waved when you passed. You didn’t acknowledge him. He needs to know your face. He sees hundreds every day.
Brian: Hey, I’ve been at this for months. I could care less about the falafel guy and what he needs.
Sinclair: He could be critical to our story.
Brian: Do you know who likes falafel?! Phil. Who was screwing my wife when we started this. … And now he’s moved in with her. He’s living in my house with my kids. And I’m out here waving to falafel guys!
Sinclair: This routine is not for you. It’s for them! We have to get them to remember you when it’s not you.
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[ Cellphone rings ]
Red: Marty. Any good news?
Marion: Now, we haven’t found the person you’re looking for, but we found a woman who knows him. Her name is Delores. I’ll put you on the line with her.
Delores: Hello?
Red: Delores. Hello. Thank you for agreeing to help.
Delores: You’re looking for Kahil?
Red: That’s right. Kahil Shula. What can you tell me about him?
Delores: Good person. Last time I seen him, he was talking to a man in front of the, um, West 26th Street shelter. Said something about a job. Got into his fancy car and drove off.
Red: A fancy car?
Delores: Gold with four doors. Oh, and it had an E-Z Pass in the window. …
Red: Delores, do you like veal? My chef is preparing osso buco for dinner tomorrow night. Would you care to join me? …
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Red: What? Wait. I-I’m confused. I don’t– I have nothing to do with your reinstatement.
Liz: My therapist disagrees. And it’s up to her. … If Singleton works with Tom’s killer, if they’re both on the force, we’re gonna need the Bureau’s help. And to get that, I need my badge. And to get that, you need to go to therapy. …
Red: [ Reluctantly: ] Text Dembe the time and place.
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[ From his car, Detective Singleton photographs Red after he meets with Liz ]
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Singleton: Keen’s working for Reddington. Could be her husband was, too.
Justice Dept official: The guy’s got judges, cops, and prosecutors in his pocket. Why not an FBI agent, too? …
JD official: Think he moved in, took control of the Syndicate?
DEA Agent: He takes over, uses his FBI stooge to keep us a step behind. …
Singleton: You think Keen’s working with drug dealers? A drug dealer killed her husband.
Ian Garvey: Is she in Reddington’s pocket?
Singleton: Sure looks like it.
Ian Garvey: Then how much of a Girl Scout can she be? I say we keep following her, and we tell no one outside this room. …
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Red: Dr Fulton. I understand you’d like to talk. …
Liz: I am so sorry. I tried getting him to come to your office. This is as close as he would come.
Red: Nothing personal.
Dr Fulton: May I pay you the courtesy of being blunt?
Red: Please.
Dr Fulton: You disgust me.
Red: I was told you wanted to talk about Elizabeth.
Dr Fulton: You’re a glorified serial killer. Everything I hear about Agent Keen is that she’s talented, smart, tough, resilient. Recommending reinstatement would be a no-brainer if not for her relationship with you.
Red: Remind me. Was “the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree” a psychological theory first pioneered by Piaget or Lucy in “Peanuts”? …
Dr Fulton: Some kids run from their father’s sins. She embraces them.
Red: Are we finished?
Dr Fulton: “Fidelity. Bravery. Integrity.” This is the Bureau’s motto. Do you honestly believe a child of yours can honor that?
Red: Would you honestly believe any answer I gave?
Dr Fulton: I doubt it. But Agent Keen’s future with the Bureau depends on you giving it your best shot.
Red: No. Elizabeth’s future with the Bureau depends on her giving it her best shot. And your willingness to judge her on her merits, not mine. Push her. Provoke her. Figure out a way past her grief and anger, and you’ll see her for who she really is.
Dr Fulton: And who is that?
Red: Everything that I am not. Oop! Time’s up. I’m afraid that’s all for today. Good session, though. Tough stuff.
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[ Raleigh Sinclair sits in his car turning pages in a folder. He holds up a photo, comparing it to the faces of those exiting a workplace. He gets out and approaches a man ]
Raleigh Sinclair: Mr. Eckhart? Da- Da- David?
David Eckhart: Yeah. Who’s asking?
Sinclair: My name’s Ben Rowe. Uh, I-I’d like to talk with you about a job. …
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[ Sinclair’s studio; Sinclair removes a white plaster mask from Eckhart’s face ]
Eckhart: This is– what – to make me look like someone else? Some- Some stranger?
Sinclair: I can’t tell you that.
Eckhart: You give me a makeover, you tell me to go for a jog and wave at people. Why? Who am I pretending to be?
Sinclair: It’s not important. Now stick to the script. …
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Samar: We’ve created a list of E-Z Pass users based on the description of The Alibi’s car. We cross-checked that with the toll roads closest to the 26th Street shelter.
Ressler: So, how many cars are we talking about?
Samar: 840. We contacted the Toll Road Authority and pulled the video from every license plate of every car.
Aram: And out of the 840, 582 are licensed to men. Any of whom could be our Blacklister.
Cooper: Pull their license photos from the DMV and get them to Reddington. See if his witness can make a positive I.D.
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Delores: All he does is cook for you?
Red: Yes. …
Delores: Well, it’s delicious.
Red: Delores, the man Kahil left with. Did you find his picture anywhere in the book?
Delores: You know, when I lost my apartment, it was the dead of winter, and I would have froze to death if it wasn’t for Kahil.
Red: The man Kahil left with, the one in the fancy car – I worry that he may hurt your friend. Please help me to protect Kahil.
Delores: You have a honest face.
Red: I’m an honest man.
[ Delores turns to a page in the book of photos provided by Cooper of EZ Pass users and points to the one of Raleigh Sinclair ]
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[ Red and Dembe enter Raleigh Sinclair’s studio. They look at his collections of masks, molds of teeth, sculpting tools and dossiers. Red finds the file for Brian Barrett and David Eckhart and picks it up ]
Red: You should call Harold. Tell him we have an address for the Blacklister.
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[ Ressler is at Sinclair’s studio talking on the phone to Aram at the Post Office ]
Ressler: No wonder DeMarco walked. This guy laid out every step of his alibi.
Aram: Down to the kind of lottery ticket he was supposed to buy the day of the murder.
Ressler: Proof that DeMarco killed his business partner, which makes his double an accessory if he’s still alive.
Aram: You think Sinclair’s murdering the doppelgangers?
Ressler: It’s a theory. …
Aram: We now have at least twice as many murders to charge him with.
Samar: Ressler. We have something. Sinclair’s not finished.
[ A fresh mask lies under a piece of plastic ]
Ressler: Aram, I think we found Sinclair’s next client. …
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[ In Red’s car; phone rings ]
Red: Agent Navabi, what a pleasure.
Samar: We found a plaster mold of a man presumably Sinclair’s next client but not his dossier. …
Red: Maybe you should keep looking.
Samar: Maybe you took it.
Red: I’m sure it’ll turn up somewhere, and when it does, let me know. Then we can celebrate. Your treat. …
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[ David Barrett is on his jog ]
[ Cellphone rings ]
Vendor: Double espresso, shot of milk.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Brian Barrett: Hello?
Raleigh Sinclair: Good news. I found your double.
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Dr Fulton: Why do you want to be reinstated?
Liz: To find the man who murdered my husband.
Dr Fulton: Five other men were murdered in your apartment that night. Are you interested in finding out the man who murdered them?
Liz: Not as much, no.
Dr Fulton: The police think you’re not interested at all, that you’re protecting him. A man who killed five people. … You’re the daughter of the most wanted criminal in the country.
Liz: I’m a widow, a mother, and – a good cop. …
Dr Fulton: I’m not going to reinstate you until you can honestly profile yourself. …
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Cooper: So the double’s still a mystery. …
Aram: But not the client, because, okay, I think- I think I just found him. Brian Barrett, 33. An aerospace engineer working for a defense contractor in Greenbelt, Maryland. Married to a Nicole Rose Adler. Two kids. Looks like the wife filed for divorce five months ago.
Cooper: Aram, reach out to the ex. Let her know we have a situation. …
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[ Siren wailing ] [ Samar and Ressler in vehicle ]
Samar: No answer on Nicki Adler’s phone. …
Aram: [ On phone ] Okay, I was able to access the GPS on Nicole Adler’s vehicle, and she just stopped. I’ve got her at what appears to be a parking garage off Westpark Drive and Tyson’s Corner. …
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Nicole: [ Gasps ] Brian. My God. You scared me.
Brian: Hey, Nic.
Nicole: What are you doing at my office? Why are you even here?
Brian: Oh, that’s the thing. I’m not here.
[ He takes a gun from his pocket ]
Nicole: Brian. Please. What– What is this?
Brian: Well, this isn’t even happening. Not with me, at least. See, actually, I-I’m in New York. In fact, right now I’m leaving my apartment in Manhattan about to go on my morning jog like I’ve done every morning since I found you and Phil together in my bed.
[ In New York, David Eckhart takes his morning jog ]
Brian: So I’m not here.
Nicole: Brian, please. Whatever it is that you think that you’re doing, I–
Brian: I remember that moment so vividly [ Laughs ] – Holding that champagne bottle in my fist. Wanting to crack it over your head … but knowing that if I did, I would go to jail. So I waited, and I planned. And now I’m actually about to get away with putting two bullets in that smug little face of yours.
[ Nicole screams and runs ] [ 💥 Gunshots 💥 ~ Nicole is hit in the arm. She dodges between cars, trying to get away ]
[ The street vendor hands coffee to David Eckhart ]
Vendor: Double espresso, shot of milk.
[ Nicole is crying, cowering alongside a car ] [ Brian takes aim ]
Brian: Goodbye, Nic.
[ Nicole sobs ] [ Ressler and Samar arrive ]
[ Brian spins and shoots 💥 through the window of Ressler and Samar’s vehicle; he runs ] …
[ Samar chases Brian. Ressler goes to Nicole ]
Ressler: It’s okay, it’s okay. Okay. Here we go.
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[ Samar chases Brian down a stairway ~💥 Gunshots 💥 ]
[ Brian exits the stairwell. Engine revving ~ Ressler hits Brian with his car. Brian falls, his gun clattering ] …
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Sinclair: How did it go?
Eckhart: Just like we said. … Nobody followed me. I went for the run, went to his apartment, and changed. It went just like we said.
Sinclair: Very good. About your payment– [ Takes out a gun ] …
[ Red gets in ] [ Gun cocks ]
Eckhart: What’s going on?
Red: You were about to leave. …
Eckhart: I haven’t been paid yet.
Red: Mr. Eckhart, go now, and you’ll live to die another day. … [ To Sinclair: ] I’ve been looking for you. Let’s go for a little drive.
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Sinclair: Look, whoever you are, I-I-I can assure you that confronting it with violence is no way to resolution.
Red: … My name is Raymond Reddington.
Sinclair: Should I know who you are?
Red: I know who you are. You’re obsessive-compulsive. You have a mind-numbingly patient and thoughtful attention to detail. I’ve admired your work for some time.
Sinclair: This is a strange way to show it.
Red: I’m a strange fellow. I’ve heard whispers of your work for years now – stories of your legerdemain, your ability to put a man in two places at once. The concept of bilocation is appealing …. I suspect you’re a fan of quantum theory. I’ve read quite a bit of Schrodinger myself.
Sinclair: I-I’m more a Dostoyevsky man.
Red: [ Laughing ] Yes, of course. “The Double.” I love a good doppelganger story. …
Sinclair: … I-I’m sorry. What’s your name again?
Red: It’s not important. What is important is that you and I may have much more in common than just reading.
Sinclair: Crime.
Red: Yes.
Sinclair: I thought you- you brought me here to kill me.
Red: Oh, goodness, no. I brought you here to protect you. From the FBI. I have it on good authority that they’ve taken possession of your files. Without me, they’ll take possession of you.
Sinclair: And you can keep that from happening?
Red: Yes. If you do as I ask.
Sinclair: I’m listening.
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[ Liz’s home; Liz confronts Singleton ]
Liz: Hands where I can see them. …
Singleton: I saw your surveillance cameras. I know you’re scared. You should be. But not of me. … I saw you meeting Reddington near Dupont Circle. You’re not the only one doing surveillance. You report me, I’ll report you.
Liz: Okay. You want to talk? Why don’t you start by telling me why you broke into my apartment twice?
Singleton: Our investigation into the Nash Syndicate isn’t getting anywhere. Witnesses won’t talk. Others disappear. Someone’s ahead of us. Someone on the inside. The people I work with think it’s you.
Liz: You think I’m protecting the people who killed my husband?
Singleton: I think you know Reddington killed the men we found dead inside your apartment the night your husband died. I think you killed Navarro and stole the information that could prove it out of the evidence lock-up. … [M]y instinct tells me we’re on the same side. And that we need to work together if we’re gonna get who we’re looking for.
Liz: A dirty cop. But not you.
Singleton: You can ask around about me. My reputation. I’ll check out real quick. I want to trust you, but you and Reddington – I don’t see any way you can explain that away.
Liz: There is one way. But to do it, I’d have to trust you. And if you betray my trust, I assure you, Raymond Reddington will kill you. …
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Ressler: I’m sorry. Y-You let him go? The Blacklister.
Red: I cut a deal, Donald. You do it all the time.
Ressler: In pursuit of a more just outcome. Somehow I think your goal was a little more self-serving.
Cooper: What’s this?
[ Red gives Cooper a list ]
Red: The Alibi had 51 clients that we know of. Because of his handiwork, none were ever convicted of murder. With the evidence you obtained from his place of business, you can file charges against 27 clients who never went to trial. But thanks to your justice system’s quaint notion of double jeopardy, it’s too late for the 24 who were already tried and acquitted – even though you now have proof of their guilt.
Cooper: These are the locations of where The Alibi buried the doubles.
Red: Yes, who he murdered. Murders you can accuse all the clients of conspiring to commit.
Cooper: This is good. This is very good.
Ressler: Except for one thing – The man who actually murdered the doubles is The Alibi, and you let him go.
Red: Yes. In exchange for that list.
Cooper: So, what? Case closed?
Red: Not quite. I want something from you.
Cooper: And what’s that?
Red: To give me one of the doubles when you unearth him – Kahil Shula. I want to give him a proper burial.
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[ Pall bearers carry a coffin through the rain ]
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[ Ian Garvey meets a group of men ]
Judson: What are we waiting for? We bring in Keen, she gives him to us.
Ian Garvey: “Bring in” an FBI agent?
Judson: My guys will get her to talk.
Garvey: You do that, you’ll have the entire Bureau out looking for her – and us. Why do that when we can have Singleton do our dirty work for us? He tracks Keen. We track him. He finds out how to get to Reddington, we get to him first. And the Bureau’s none the wiser.
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Liz: Detective Singleton, this is Special Agent Samar Navabi. She’s been authorized by Deputy Director Harold Cooper to inform you about this task force.
Singleton: The Reddington task force.
Samar: That’s right.
Singleton: This I gotta hear.
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[ The cemetery; Delores stands graveside as the casket is lowered; Cooper and Red are in a nearby car ]
Cooper: He was never reported missing. And no inquiry’s been made with MPDC or the medical examiner’s office. Some people are truly alone in this world.
Red: Yeah.
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Singleton: Reddington’s your CI and on your Most Wanted List?
Samar: And if anyone knew he worked with us, his intel would dry up. He’d be of no use to us at all.
Singleton: No. But he’d be in jail.
Samar: And all these criminals would be on the street.
Liz: You said I couldn’t explain my relationship to Reddington. Look around, Detective. This is my explanation.
Singleton: Yeah. It’s a pretty good one. …
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[ Red joins Delores at graveside ]
Delores: [ SNIFFLES ] Um, I just need another minute.
Red: We’ll stay as long as you like.
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[ Dr Fulton’s office ]
Liz: You’re blunt, and I’d like to return the favor. … I want to be reinstated. … I’d like to straighten you out, get a clean bill of health, and get back to work.
Dr Fulton: Please. Enlighten me.
Liz: My profile: Widow. Mom. Cop. That’s all there is.
Dr Fulton: I think there’s more, and that you’re afraid to examine it.
Liz: I know you do. Which brings me to fear. You think I’m afraid to acknowledge the weight of having Raymond Reddington as a father.
Dr Fulton: It’s an understandable point of view.
Liz: And one that I shared. ‘He’s evil. He’s my father. I must be evil, too.’
Dr Fulton: But you’re not.
Liz: See, that’s our problem. Your preconception. You see him as, um – what did you call him? – a “glorified serial killer”? He “disgusts” you.
Dr Fulton: You see him differently.
Liz: When I was little, I loved ballet. Whenever I performed, I felt a presence. At graduations, too. And my wedding. I don’t know. I just always felt I always knew someone was watching over me. Protecting me. Guiding me. [ SIGHS ] Some of what he’s done is unimaginably bad. But some of what he’s done for me – is unimaginably good. So, if you want to push me. Provoke me. Find a way past my anger and grief and see who I really am.
Dr Fulton: A widow. A mom. A cop.
Liz: And one more thing.
Dr Fulton: What’s that?
Liz: A daughter.


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Blurb: Red, with Dembe’s encouragement, has finally confessed to Liz that he was somehow implicated in Tom’s death: “I have a secret, and I need to keep it even from you.” Liz knows the secret involves an “item” but not what the item may be (i.e. a suitcase with a skeleton inside, the identity of which Tom had discovered). Red says Tom died because he disregarded Red’s warning not to pursue it. Liz has vowed to unearth “the truth” because Tom wanted her to know what he found out. She will work with Red but they are at cross-purposes. Meanwhile, Red helped the task force in order to obtain parole for a convicted arsonist whose help he plans to use in the future.


[ A restaurant in New York City ] …
Emma: Zeke! Perfect timing. Tim was just telling us how Sophia picked him up at a bar.
Stephen Altman: She used to be ­the shyest girl in school.
Tim Gorman: Well, she wasn’t shy with me.
Sophia: Can we please change the subject?
Bobby: Sure. I want to hear more about what Tim does for a living.
Tim: I told you. I make security products.
Stephen: Handguns. You make the cheapest handguns on the market today. …
Bobby: You profit off misery.
Stephen: That’s blood money, Tim.

Tim: What the hell is this? It isn’t against the law to sell guns.
Stephen: No, it isn’t. In fact, the law protects gun makers like you from being sued.
Tim: Is that why you brought me here, to insult me?
Stephen: We all brought you here. Not to insult you. To punish you.
[ Stephen hits Tim on the side of head with a beer bottle ]

[ When Tim wakes up he is in a grave with duct tape over his mouth. Five figures in hazmat suits and masks surround the grave. One by one, they take a shovel and shovel dirt into it ]

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[ Knocks on door ]
Detective Singleton: Keen, I have your husband’s personal effects.
[ Liz opens her door ]
Singleton: How’d you do it?
Liz: Excuse me?
Singleton: I know you killed Navarro, and I know you left that bloody rag behind at his apartment. What I
don’t know is how you broke into evidence lockup and stole it before it was sent to the lab.
Liz: Someone broke into the evidence lockup? …
Singleton: We’ll see how cool you are when I do come to arrest you. Because that day is coming.
Liz: Thank you for bringing Tom’s things.
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[ Liz goes through the stuff Singleton brought. She finds a key. She goes into a storage locker and pulls out a locked case. She uses the key to open it. Inside the case she finds a gun, a notebook and some other items. She opens the notebook to a page with the name OLEANDER
written across the top ]
[ Phone rings ]
Cooper: [ On phone ] Cooper here.
Liz: I need your help.

On tv:
Reporter: Here outside the upstate New York town of Harrington, locals have long told ghost stories about these abandoned fields and the walking dead who haunt them. Last night for a few teens, those stories became all too real.

[ Red and Samar watch the tv broadcast at the pet care place Red uses for money laundering ]

Reporter: Alex, can you tell us what happened?
Alex: You know, we hopped the fence and walked into the fields, you know, on a dare, and that’s when I saw the new grave.

Red: I have to say, ­I would’ve done exactly the same when I was a kid. It’s a ghost story – creepy woods, rumors of corpses walking around in the dead of night.

Samar: Is that your dog, or a customer’s?
Red: What a dear. Yes. You’re a good girl. All right, off you go. [ Laughs ] A few days ago, Tim Gorman, the owner of Ballistic-Nine, a controversial ­gun
manufacturing company based in Reading, Pennsylvania, disappeared.
Samar: That’s who’s in the shallow grave, Tim Gorman, the businessman who makes gun a fifth the price of an iPhone?
Red: Murdered, I believe, by a provocative group known as The Invisible Hand.
Samar: So, they’re vigilantes going after criminals the legal system has failed to convict. Red: The criminals
here aren’t really criminals at all. That’s the point. The Invisible Hand chooses targets who aren’t actually aren’t committing crimes under existing law.
Samar: Like Tim Gorman. Everything he did was perfectly legal.
Red: Yes, but morally reprehensible in the eyes of The Hand. “Eyes of The Hand.” What an odd turn of phrase.

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[ Members of The Invisible Hand are on a conference call ] …
Zeke: … Now, we all saw the news. As we speak, the police are digging up the entire site. We’ll be exposed–
Stephen: You don’t know that.
Sophia: Oh, my God. …
Emma: I agree with Stephen. We’ve always covered our tracks. Nothing at the site leads back to us.
Bobby: Look, let me do some sniffing around at the paper. I can call a few sources, see what the police really know. …
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Samar: Gorman’s body was found in a shallow grave in a Superfund site in a town called Brenford. He believes others ­are buried there as well.
Aram: Brenford – Okay. Uh, their biggest employer was the Atria Chemical Corporation. Whoa. They dumped so many toxins that the EPA set up the site, 10 square miles of uninhabitable land. …
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Muncie: … All right, here’s your gun-maker. …
Ressler: How many bodies have you found?
Muncie: Six so far …. Oh. I pulled this down for you. It’s a surveillance camera. The EPA monitors these sites to study terrain shifts. … It takes one photo a day. …
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Bobby: Cops don’t know anything yet. They can’t figure who most of the bodies are, let alone connect them to us.
Stephen: Look, everything we do, we do together. We choose who is deserving of punishment together. We execute sentence together, and we all equally responsible, so if you guys want to stop, we stop. But I think once you see this,
you’ll realize that isn’t possible now.
[ Stephen hands each of the others a folder ]
Emma: You found her. …
Zeke: She has to die. Don’t forget why we started this. I say we vote.
[ They raise their hands ]
Stephen: Anna Hopkins, you will know The Invisible Hand.
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Muncie: We’ve discovered nine bodies so far.
Ressler: Any idea how they were killed?
Muncie: The autopsies suggest they were buried alive, each of them put in the ground conscious, fully aware of what was happening. I’ve got four names for you so far. Gorman, the gun-maker, you know. The second body’s Ralph Ellis. He went missing two years ago. He works for Ace-Gen Pharmaceuticals.
Ressler: The ones that ­jacked up the cancer prices so high the poor couldn’t afford them.
Muncie: But the rest of them are mostly skeletons. Edward Waybur and David Flynn I’d guess they were the first ones put in the ground. Waybur was a retired judge. Flynn was a lawyer in Philly. …
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Red: Anthony Pagliaro?
Dembe: He won’t leave, Raymond. He said he’s sorry for the unexpected visit, but it’s a work-related emergency.
Red: The man works at a post office. What kind of emergency could we be talking about? Bring him in.
Tony Pagliaro: I know. Don’t even say it – unexpected drop-ins, not kosher. All I can say is I would never if it wasn’t an absolute emer–
Red: Emergency. Dembe said. In my experience, everyone has their own definition of an emergency.
Tony: Somebody’s trying to kill me.
Red: That fits my definition.
Tony: It’s my fault. I needed some money. So, there’s this guy at work, you know, he has this route, told me about this house, said it was a big drug spot. So I covered his route for a week, I found this package that I figured was loaded with, you know, whatever, something that I could sell. It’s drugs, so maybe they don’t report it. …
Red: I’m remembering now why I make the plans when we do business.
Tony: And I was dead on. Package was loaded with cocaine. So now, I’m rich, right? Boom! Next day, I get a visit from a walking refrigerator calls himself Big Willie Wilkins.
Red: Imagine the confidence a man has to have in his own genitals to take on a nickname like “Big Willie.”
Tony: Oh, yeah, he’s confident all right. He’s also cuckoo-ka-choo. … So I told him that it was stolen. By another dealer, I hear the guys at work talk about from the neighborhood – Momo, they call him, Momo Marinello.
Red: Does Momo know you’re the one who falsely accused him?
Tony: Oh, yeah. I’m his prime suspect, and he’s going to kill me for sure.
Red: What did you need the money for?
Tony: I’d rather not say. Does it matter?
Red: [ Chuckles ] It does to me.
Tony: All right, I-I’m I’m dating this girl now, okay, and, uh, you know, she’s a little bit out of my league, so I just thought I could use a little, uh, you know, a little, uh, help in the – liposculpture. …
Red: Come, let’s take a ride over and see this Large William and explain the misunderstanding.
Tony: What? No. That’s a bad idea.
Red: Relax. In a matter like this, honesty is always the best policy. Probably. …
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Assistant: Your last interview just got here. …
Bobby: Thanks for seeing me, Ms. Hopkins.
Hopkins: Take a seat. Let’s get started. Smart of you to do this story now. Once we announce this new initiative, we expect to be very busy here. …
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Ressler: I don’t know how you even got a hit. I mean, that camera takes one photo every 24 hours of that access road. …
Aram: I looked at 730 photos. No cars in the foreground on the road, but one photo had something in the background, and I enhanced it.
Samar: Why would anyone visit a contaminated site without protective gear?
Ressler: Now, who the hell is that? …
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Liz: Oleander – Tom was still researching the name when he was killed.
Cooper: It’s a person.
Liz: So you found something.
Cooper: … Oleander was the name of a Russian operative active during the Cold War.
Liz: A Russian agent?
Cooper: I’m not sure he’s even still alive. A few years ago, ­the CIA thought he might be living here in the United States under an assumed name. That was never proven. No charges were ever filed.
Liz: Thank you for this.
Cooper: Agent Keen, be very careful. If that man is the operative they call Oleander, he’s extremely dangerous.
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Liz: Dominic Wilkinson?
Dom: Who’s asking?
Liz: Eliza- beth Keen, FBI. I was hoping to ask you a few questions.
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Red: There’s something a little “on the nose” about a drug operation in the back of a candy factory. I can’t get Sammy Davis Jr. out of my head. Big Willie! I appreciate you taking the time.
Big Willie: Raymond damn Reddington. I thought somebody was pulling my chain. … He’s with you?
Red: He is. … Your package was stolen, Willie, but not by Momo Marinello. I’m afraid your first instinct was correct.
Anthony took it in an extremely misguided effort to finance a personal procedure he’d rather not discuss except amongst friends. … Anthony will pay you back in full with interest. No harm, no foul.
Big Willie: No harm?
[ Big Willie takes them into a room with a bloody chainsaw where men are cutting up a body ]
Red: Oh, Willie. You certainly work fast.
Big Willie: My guys caught up with Momo about an hour ago.


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Aram: All right, this is David Flynn, the personal injury lawyer from Philly. The other body was Judge Waybur. … Waybur spent his entire career hearing cases in the City of Brenford, and Flynn … was the general counsel of the Atria Corporation, the chemical company that poisoned Brenford.
Ressler: Sounds like a good enough reason for The Invisible Hand to want them dead.
Samar: Yes, but what about Judge Waybur? …
Aram: … Flynn appeared before Judge Waybur to defend Atria in one case.
Ressler: About what?
Aram: I can’t say. The records are sealed under court order. … Another plaintiff sought to have the case unsealed almost 15 years ago and failed … – Stephen Altman.
Samar: Oh, my God. Look who it is.
Ressler: It’s our ghost – the man from the photo walking out of the woods.
Aram: Stephen Altman was raised in Brenford. His parents died of bone cancer, supposedly as a result of Atria’s chemical spills. Stephen was a teenager when he sued Atria for wrongful death. …
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Dom: Well, what brings and FBI agent out to visit with an old, retired systems analyst?
Liz: You’re not a retired systems analyst, Mr. Wilkinson.
Dom: [ Laughs ] Then who am I?
Liz: I think you’re a former Russian operative codenamed Oleander.
Dom: Oleander? That’s why you’re here, chasing that old ghost story?
Liz: You were investigated by the CIA.
Dom: Yes, I was investigated by the CIA, and I was cleared. … What’s this all about? Be straight with me, young lady. I’ll be straight with you.
Liz: My husband was killed over a year ago, and I’m trying to understand why.
Dom: [ Exhales sharply ] I’m very sorry for your loss. I’m not Oleander. The CIA took a look at me because I used to work with Russian intelligence, but I was– I was not an apparatchik, an agent. I was an analyst ­in the civilian sector – agricultural production, sugar beets.
Liz: There had to be more to it.
Dom: After the Cold War, I came to this country to teach analytics. I was granted asylum and citizenship. I changed my name, I started over. I wish I could help you. I can see that you’re a good person, kind– Your eyes remind me of someone.
Liz: You said you worked for Russian intelligence, so you knew operatives.
Dom: Yes, but not Oleander.
Liz: What about Katarina Rostova?
Dom: Yes. Katarina. Yes, I knew Katarina quite well.
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Big Willie: Hey, I thought Momo stole from me. What else was I supposed to do?
Red: You didn’t have to kill him.
Big Willie: If I don’t respond, ­I look weak, and if I look weak, somebody’s gonna wrap me up in a plastic bag.
Red: Leadership is about more than the showing of strength, William. It’s also about knowing when to show restraint.
Big Willie: Restraint? Oh, you mean like me not putting a bullet in your man’s head [ Pulls gun and holds it to Tony’s cheek ] for lying to me?!
[ Dembe points his gun at Big Willie ]
Tony: Okay, like I said, bad idea.
Red: My associate here is the least of your concerns right now. Do you realize what you’ve
done? Momo’s guys are going to have to retaliate.
Dembe: Put the gun down.
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[ A man runs in ]
Man: Hey, we got some cars coming up. …
[ ⚡️Glass shatters⚡️in distance ] [ The electricity goes out ]
Red: William, you’ve started a drug war.
[ Gunshots 💥💥 ]
Red: Great.
[ 💥💥💥💥💥 Gunfight 💥💥💥💥💥 ]
[ Someone steps up behind Red ]
Dembe: Raymond!
[ Red spins around and shoots💥 He hits ~ Tony! ]
[ Tony GROANS ]
Red: Oh, shoot. Anthony? Anthony! Dembe!
Tony: I don’t want to die.
Red: You’re not gonna die. We’re gonna get you help right now.
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[ The Superfund site ]
Samar: Looks like the end of the world.

Ressler: This is where Altman grew up. The whole town’s dead, no power for miles. Why is
there smoke ­coming out of that chimney?
[ The agents break down the door ]
Samar: He must have heard us. It looks like he took off. What is this?
Ressler: Surveillance gear. Advanced. …
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Samar: We know Stephen Altman was tracking someone or something using the gear we found in his house. …
Cooper: The Braxton Hotel? Maybe that’s where their next target is staying? …
Aram: Yeah, I think whoever The Invisible Hand is watching is currently at this point in space 282 feet above the
ground, and I’ve been roughing out a 3-D simulation of the Braxton Hotel, and if I can superimpose it over the tracking point then that is the 17th floor.
Ressler: Ah, I know. I know. Isn’t he adorable? …
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Dom: Her daughter? Masha? Of course. T-That’s who you remind me of. Ah, there’s such a strong resemblance. … Ah, Katarina and I, we worked in the same building for a time. Ah, she was a legend already, even then. Everybody wanted to know her.
Liz: And you were friends?
Dom: I saw you with her once. She had to stop by the office for something urgent, and- and there you were, maybe 3 years old.
Liz: Did you know Reddington?
Dom: I don’t want to talk about Reddington.
Liz: Why not?
Dom: I just don’t.
Liz: Do you think she’s dead? Katarina? I know they say she committed suicide, but there was a man, Anton Velov. He was a Colonel in the Spetsnaz. He said she
might still be alive.
Dom: I never heard from Katarina after she left for America. What really happened to her I think there are some people who want to keep ­that information a secret. And I think they will do whatever is necessary even now to keep it that way.
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Aram: All right, the guest is Anna Hopkins. She’s Executive Vice President of Optimize, a European company that specializes in green energy initiatives. …
Cooper: It seems before Anna Hopkins started trying to save the planet, she was … a senior executive at Atria Chemical. Hopkins was in charge of matters related to
the chemical spill on behalf of the company.
Aram: Yeah, and apparently after Atria shut down, she accepted a job in London and has been overseas ever since. And it looks like she’s just in town to give a speech announcing a new product that her company’s working on.
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[ The Braxton Hotel ] [ Knocks on door ] [ Anna Hopkins rises to answer the door ]
Anna Hopkins: Yes?
Stephen: [ Dressed as courier ] I got a priority overnight here for an Anna Hopkins.
Hopkins: Thank you. Leave it outside.
Stephen: I can’t do that. You need to sign.
Hopkins: Hang on a sec. [ Goes to phone ] Hello? Yes, this is Anna Hopkins in 1712. There’s a courier here who says he has a delivery for me. I’m just confirming you sent him up. I see.
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[ Two men approach Stephen as Anna Hopkins watches through the peephole ]
Stephen: There’s no problem, Officers. I’m just trying to deliver a package.
Man: Not without checking in first, you’re not. Let’s go.
[One of the two men knocks. Hopkins opens the door]
Hopkins: Thank you so much.
[ The man – who is Bobby – ⚡️tases⚡️her ]
[ Hopkins collapses. The other man is Zeke ]
Stephen: 15 seconds. Get her up.
[ They carry Hopkins toward the stairs as the real hotel security arrives by a nearby elevator ]
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[ Stephen, Bobby and Zeke carrying Anna Hopkins head out the back of the hotel to a van ] [ Ressler and Samar arrive ]
Ressler: Stop! FBI! FBI! Lower your weapon!
[ 💥💥💥 GUNFIRE 💥💥💥 ] [ Zeke loads Anna Hopkins into the van and then is hit. Bobby is hit in the abdomen
but gets in the driver’s seat. The van leaves ] [ Emma shoots until she is shot. Only Sophia doesn’t have a gun ]
Ressler: … [ On phone: ] Roll an ambulance with backup to our location.
Samar: [ To Sophia ] Hands up! …
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[ Anna Hopkins groans and wakes up ]
Stephen: Hello, there.
Hopkins: What’s going on?
Stephen: When we bury you, we want you to feel as powerless as your victims did when you were at Atria and destroyed our town.
Hopkins: Brenford? That’s what this is about?
Stephen: We know what you did. One of our neighbors sued you over a year before everyone else got sick. You
ordered your lawyer to negotiate a secret settlement with them. … Your blood money bought their silence so you could go on making millions while we got to watch everyone we love get sick and suffer and die.
Hopkins: I felt horrible about what happened. I-I left the business. I’m working in alternative energy now, trying to make amends.
Stephen: Amends? ­For killing our parents? For killing me?
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Ressler: Look, we know about The Invisible Hand. We know you’re working with Stephen Altman. It’s over. ­… Whoever you’re working with, you can’t protect them–
[ Samar finds a photo of two children in Sophia’s wallet ]
Sophia: You don’t understand. They’re not people I’m working with. They’re my best friends. We grew up together.
Samar: You care about your friends, but do you care about them more than your own children? We’re giving you an opportunity here – perhaps the only chance you’ll get to see them outside of
prison. …
Sophia: Stephen’s dying. He found out almost two years ago the same bone cancer that killed his parents and mine and Zeke’s and Bobby’s–
Ressler: Sophia, where were they going?
Sophia: Back to that wasteland to bury her in the same ground she destroyed. To the Superfund site. … I can show you where they are. …
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[ Stephen and Bobby, clutching his abdomen, get out of the van ]
Bobby: What the hell was that? The FBI was waiting for us. … How did they know?
Stephen: … [T]hey raided my house in Brenford. They found all our surveillance gear.
Bobby: What? No, Stephen, no. You should’ve told us that. W-We would’ve called it off.
Stephen: That’s exactly why ­I didn’t tell you, ’cause I knew none of you would step up to the plate and finish what we started. We finally got Anna Hopkins.
Nothing else matters.
Bobby: Nothing matters to you, ’cause you’re dying. We have things to live for.
Stephen: For now, until you get sick. Don’t think that you won’t. … I’m sorry, Bobby.
Bobby: ­Yeah. [ Panting ] Go. I won’t make it to a hospital. You finish what we started.
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Red: Have a seat. [ Pause ] I’m not asking, William. … You’re here because I want some information. … I have a project that would benefit from your experience selling narcotics.
Big Willie: Which is?
Red: The Nash Syndicate. I want to go after the Nash Syndicate.
Big Willie: [ Laughing ] Nash? Come on, man. You want to go up against those guys? You’re a big enough fish?
Why risk that?
Red: I’m not a big fish, William. I’m Moby Dick.
Big Willie: Even so, those Nash guys are untouchable. … [W]hen was the last time a shipment of theirs got seized coming in at the port, hmm? Doesn’t happen.
Red: Why not?
Big Willie: Who knows? But what they say? It’s ’cause the Nash Syndicate is protected by the cops.
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Ressler: Stop! FBI!
[ Ressler catches up to Stephen, tackles him, yanking his arm behind his back ] [ Stephen screams ]
[ Samar and another agent pull Anna Hopkins out of the grave. Samar gives Anna Hopkins CPR. Hopkins gasps, inhales sharply ]


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Ressler: So, you confess to murdering all those people?
Stephen: The Invisible Hand is a corrective force. I corrected what I knew to be wrong in the world. … I’m proud of it. Long after I’m gone, the story of what we accomplished will live on.
Ressler: And, uh, what story is this?
Stephen: The story of six kids who lived on the same cul-de-sac in an idyllic town, six kids who thought the world was a beautiful place where wonderful things would happen if they just worked hard, played by the rules if they were just good people. Then one day, they watched while everyone they loved got sick and died.
Killers never held responsible. … And then one of our six heroes died of the same bone cancer that took his mom and his dad. The other five met up after years away at his funeral, and there, standing over his coffin, a plan emerged, a … plan to change the world, [by] being as ruthless with the world as it had been with them.
Ressler: And this vigilante justice You really think that that’s what this world needs?
Stephen: … Just because something’s legal doesn’t mean that it’s right or that it shouldn’t be punished.
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[ Cellphone rings ]
Red: [ On phone ] What’s wrong?
Dom: [ Laughs ] Nice greeting. How the hell do you know something’s wrong?
Red: Because you’re calling, and I don’t hear from you unless it’s urgent.
Dom: She was here – Masha.
Red: How?
Dom: … She was here looking for Oleander. Apparently, she thinks tracking him down will help solve her husband’s murder.
Red: What did she say? Be specific.
Dom: Relax. She doesn’t know Oleander’s me. I certainly didn’t tell her. And since I know ­all you care about is yourself, you can stop worrying. I didn’t say a word about you. My own granddaughter three feet away after almost 30 years, I couldn’t say a damn thing to her.
Red: I can’t talk about this now.
[ Liz and Samar walk over to Red ]
Dom: You should tell her. Enough secrets. She deserves to know.
Red: We can talk about this later.
Liz: Samar’s here to question Bobby, but I asked if you could speak with him first. …
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Red: Hello, Bobby. You know, I once knew a man who was shot 20 times in the torso and survived – 20 times. Achiko Takahashi.
Bobby: Who are you?
Red: You see, poor Achiko found himself at mortal odds with a particularly vengeful yakuza kumicho–
Tommy: Guard! ­
Red: Oh, never mind. It’s not a great story. Except for the fact that young Achiko lived. God, apparently. He was absolutely certain it was God who saved him, which may be true, but science, believe it or not, was somewhat on his side. They say over 80% of targets on the body are not fatal. What about you, Bobby? After all those people you and your friends have killed, you think God smiled down on you today?
Bobby: What do you want?
Red: I want the one they call the Toymaker. I know he did work for The Invisible Hand …
Bobby: How do you know about the Toymaker? You’re not a cop. Who are you?
Red: Answer the question, Bobby.
Bobby: Or what?
Red: Or I’m going to do to you what those 20 bullets couldn’t do to Achiko Takahashi.
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Cleveland Bandicott: Right with you, friend.
Red: I appreciate your optimism, Mr. Bandicott, but I fear we aren’t going to be friends.
Bandicott: Please, ca- call me Cleveland.
Red: You know who I am, Cleveland? [ Bandicott nods ] Good. That’s helpful, and only
fair since I also know who you are. The Toymaker. May I? I’ve always wanted a soldering gun.
Red: Here, you take mine.
[ Red places his pistol on the table ]
Bandicott: [ Stammers ] You’re not gonna need that, Mr. Reddington. I’m a lover, not a fighter. I’m- I’m guessing you didn’t drop in to pick up a used VCR?
[ Laughs ] A VCR? Gosh, I’ve got a couple of boxes of VHS’s in a storage unit somewhere. My God, I haven’t seen them in years. A bunch of Laurel and Hardy’s,
“The Conversation,” “Singin’ in the Rain.”
Liz: This is what we’re here to talk about.
Liz shows Bandicott Navarro’s artificial eye.
Liz: You custom built this for a drug dealer named Navarro.
Bandicott: I don’t know who that is, sweetheart.
[ Liz picks up the soldering gun and threatens Bandicott with it ]
Liz: Call me “Sweetheart” again.
Bandicott: Hey, I’m serious. Look, I-I-I’m cooperating here. Guy who came in, I never worked with him before, but he wasn’t the kind of dude you say no to, which I’m guessing you guys know by now. He never told me his name, and I’ve been doing this long enough not to ask. …
Red: That’s not all you know, Cleveland. He had specifications.
Bandicott: Definitely. Man knew exactly what he
wanted. And that that eye was only the beginning. I’ve built him what might be the most advanced surveillance and counter surveillance gear out there right now.
Red: And this man was familiar with the state of the art?
Bandicott: Are you kidding? … Man, you know, it was almost like the guy was–
Red: A cop? Thank you, Cleveland. You’ve been a terrific help.
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[ Tony is recuperating from surgery ] [ Red enters with a bottle of wine and a blue balloon ]
Tony: [ Reads writing on balloon ] “Get ready to party”?
Red: Best I could do. They were fresh out of “Sorry I Shot You” balloons. … Dr. Lomay says to expect some light bruising around the ribs, and don’t remove the compression garment.
Tony: Compression. You didn’t.
Red: I figured since you were going under the knife anyway, it would be a good opportunity to get it over with.
Tony: Hey, yeah – Thank you.
Red: Give my regards to your new girlfriend. …
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Cooper: I’m confused. You made it very clear that coming back to work on cases wasn’t your top priority.
Liz: It still isn’t, but I think under the circumstances, it’s what’s best for everyone.
Cooper: Under the circumstances? Meaning that whatever you learned about Tom’s death you think having a badge is necessary to get revenge. Why?
Liz: Because I think whoever killed Tom has one, too.
Cooper: He’s police? Federal or state?
Liz: I don’t know, but if he is a cop, he’s not the only one. And I’m gonna need you, everyone, if I’m gonna have any chance at taking them down.
Cooper: Welcome back, Agent Keen. We’ve missed you. I’ve missed you.
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Detective Singleton, the detective investigating Tom’s murder, enters Liz’s home. He looks at the ad hoc evidence board she has created of those she knows or suspects of being involved in the attack on her and Tom.
[ Cellphone rings, beeps ]
Detective Singleton: You got to get everybody together. Agent Keen could become a serious problem.
[ At the other end of the call is Ian Garvey, Tom’s
murderer ]
Ian Garvey: Why?
Singleton: She worked her way up to Navarro. She killed him. I’m more convinced than ever.
Garvey: We can deal with Keen. I’ll call a meeting.
[ Garvey reaches for his pocket. Fastened to his belt is a badge with a five-pointed star: “United States Marshal” ]

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Blurb: Liz hoodwinked both Red and the Cooper by using material evidence (a valuable penny) associated with Blacklister Abraham Stern to steal material evidence (a bloody rag) from police evidence files linking her to the death of Bobby Navarro, a man she believes worked for the man who killed Tom, Blacklister Ian Garvey, who she knows only as the ‘man with the Damascus knife.’ Before she killed Navarro in an altercation, Navarro told her that her ex-fiancé, ER MD Nik Korpal, was helping Tom, not the other way around. She still does not know (though Red does) that Nik was helping Tom ID bones left for Liz by Mr Kaplan, Red’s deceased long-time cleaner, to reveal a buried secret of Red’s. Tom learned whose bones they were from DNA analysis but died before he could tell Liz. Ian Garvey now has the bones, unbeknowst to either Red or Liz. To dispose of Navarro’s body, Liz used the methods employed by S1 Blacklister Stanley Kornish (The Stewmaker) ~ using chemicals to dissolve his body and flush it down a motel room’s bathtub drain. In this process, Liz discovered that Navarro had a glass eye equipped with “next gen” electronics, whose existence she has shared with Red.

[ A man with a bald head and scarred back turns on burners in a kitchen. He soaks his clothes and puts them on wet. He hangs jars of liquid from rope strung across a living room. The man sits down in a comfortable chair, cracks open a beer and lights one end of the rope with a lighter. The flame moves along
the rope,🔥igniting the liquid in the jars which fall and
set the room ablaze🔥The man smiles ]
[ A woman is heard outside the door ]
Woman: Is someone there? I’m going to call the cops.
[ The woman opens the door and is engulfed in flames ] [ Screams ]
[ The man lifts his bottle to the woman ]
[ The man gathers up his ladder and bag and leaves ]


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Liz: I got your message. You found someone who can analyze Navarro’s glass eye?
Red: He can see us this afternoon. …
Liz: … [A]ll that matters is we find out who put that in Navarro’s head and whether it can lead us to Tom’s killers – and the truth.
Red: The truth?
Liz: The last time I spoke to Tom, he told me, “I figured it out – Why Nik died, everything.” That’s why I went home – to find the truth. But they got to him first.
Red: My contact lives with his mother. She’s not particularly fond of me. … I believe she feels I’m a bad influence on her son. I thought a gesture of goodwill might smooth things over.

Liz: You think an empty terrarium is goodwill? Whoa!
Red: [ Laughs ] The mother’s family operates a pet café in Kyoto. You can enjoy the most savory tsukemen ramen in and around a variety of animals native to Japan – cormorants, katydids, the occasional tanuki.
Liz: And you thought spiders would be a welcome addition?
Red: Joro spiders. In Japanese folklore, the joro is said to be able to change its appearance to that of a beautiful woman who seduces men, binding them in her web before devouring them. Hence its name “joro-gumo,” or “whore spider.”
Liz: Oh.
Red: Here’s the mother’s work address and a note. If you could please drop them off?
Liz: No! Me?
Red: I have a time-sensitive case for the Task Force. …
Liz: Do you know what Tom was talking about? When he said he figured it out?
Red: Tom was a man of many truths. Which of those he was going to divulge, I can’t say.

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Red: My sincere apologies. I hope Paris has taken good care of you. …
Samar: He made me an egg dish I can’t even pronounce. It was divine. As is your suite, which is why in the future, I think we should meet elsewhere.
Red: And why is that?
Samar: Because being here gives me the impression that crime pays.
Red: [ Laughs ] What are the most expensive crimes in America?
Samar: Expensive?
Red: Top three.
Samar: Theft, armed robbery–
Red: Arson. 500,000 arson fires occur each year, costing over $2 billion in property loss.
Samar: [ Reading ] “Husband and wife die in house fire.”
Red: In those 500,000 fires, about 500 people die – one per thousand. Arsonists are many things, but rarely premeditating murderers.
Samar: [Reading] “An accelerant was found, but no motive or suspect.”
Red: Because they’re looking at the case the wrong way. This wasn’t arson that resulted in murder. This was a murder committed by arson.
Samar: But you said arsonists are rarely murderers.
Red: A fact which makes The Cook both rare and dangerous and the next name on the Blacklist. …
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Ressler: [H]e says this “Cook” is a serial killer posing as an arsonist.
Cooper: And yet he can’t I.D. The Cook, and the only fire he told us about is one that arson investigators don’t believe was a homicide.
Ressler: I suppose Reddington knows better.

Samar: No, but he knows someone who does. Earl Fagen.
Aram: The arson investigator slash arsonist?
Cooper: Fagen hid in plain sight for years, was lead investigator on a dozen fires that he set. No one knows more about fire or the men and women who set them. …
Ressler: What’s the catch?
Samar: Fagen is up for parole – he helps us, Reddington
would like us to help him.
Cooper: I don’t like it. But if there’s a serial killer out there– …
Ressler: Less than 15% of all arson cases are ever solved. Maybe we need the help.
Cooper: … If he helps us get The Cook, maybe, maybe, we’ll put in a good word. If not, we’ll make sure he stays put.

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[ Earl Fagen inhales and exhales deeply ]
Earl Fagen: Irregular burn patterns, use of accelerants…. Multiple points of origin. He wanted it to burn hot.
Samar: And why is that?
Fagen: He wanted to see the flashover? Stand back and watch?
Ressler: We’re gonna need a little more than “maybe he wanted to watch.” So, what floated your boat?
Fagen: I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t an element of arousal to the whole thing – a certain gratification. But for me – fire filled the vacuum within me. It gave me a sense of relief.
Ressler: What is it? …
Fagen: Might you be able to get me a blacklight?


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[ The blacklight buzzes and hums, lighting up a pattern on the wall – An upside-down star – underneath which is written – ]
Ressler: [ Reading ] “Discipline not faith.” What the hell does that mean?
Samar: Why would he leave a message we wouldn’t be able to find?
Fagen: [ Scoffs ] Boy, oh, boy. Boy, oh, boy, oh, boy. Y’all got a real humdinger of a firebug on your hands.
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Aram: All right. … [S]o far we’ve found four fires under investigation with the same inverted pentagram and inscription. …
Samar: How many deaths are we up to?
Aram: Seven. And if you’re looking for a common denominator among the victims, good luck. …
Ressler: Are there any survivors, anyone who can tell us why they were targeted?
Aram: It seems that he’s only missed once, when he burned down a small ranch house in Tenleytown. The owner is an ER doctor – Corrine Egan. …
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Red: You left them. Spiders.
Liz: She wasn’t in her office. What did you expect me to do, drive around with them? Besides, what difference does it make if his mother likes you or not? I mean, it’s not like he’s 16.
Red: No, he is not 16. [ Knocking at gate ] He’s 15.
Tadashi: And a half. Just got my learner’s permit.
Red: Elizabeth, this is Tadashi. Is your mom home? Has she said anything about the gift I sent?
Liz: I need to speak with you for a minute. [ Aside, whispering ] He’s a child.
Red: Who turned down Harvard a year ago, and a job at Face– whatever.
Liz: Face-whatever? Really?
Red: Look, I’m a technological moron. I just don’t get it, which is why I surround myself with people who do. Tadashi gets it!
Tadashi: What is thy bidding, my Master?
Liz: [ Sighs ] Apparently, he also gets “Star Wars.”
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Samar: Dr. Egan, I understand this is an unsettling development.
Dr Corrine Egan: You’re saying someone was intentionally trying to kill me? No. The investigator I spoke with said that the fire was arson – that it was set to cover up for something he stole.
Samar: Concealment is a common motive for arson. Unfortunately, there’s nothing common about this.
Dr Egan: What is that?
Religious Expert: The pentagram represents the five limbs of man – his five senses.
Samar: It was hidden on a wall in your house. Does it mean anything to you?
Dr Egan: “Discipline not faith”?
Expert: An inverted pentagram is associated with evil. It depicts the natural order turned on its head.
Ressler: The department chair said that you wrote the book on Satanism. Is there anything in there on why this would be left behind? …
Expert: I’d say the symbol is an expression of the killer’s belief
that his victims deserve to be punished. Purified by fire.
Samar: Maybe you were not the intended victim. Do you live alone?
Dr Egan: Not that night. My brother was with me. …
Talked me into going for a run at 11:15. We came back, and the place was in flames.
Ressler: You said punished. What for?
Expert: Some perceived sin. Maybe he’s saying just having faith isn’t enough. You have to live that faith every day, and that requires great discipline. …
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[ Keyboards clacking ]
Red: I sometimes feel as if I should pay more attention to pop culture. Then I see this “Star Wars,” featuring this giant in a bear costume piloting an aircraft and a little green guy swordfighting. And I say a silent prayer of thanks for Tolstoy’s moral crisis.
Liz: Oh, if he can’t figure this out–
Red: This green fellow is considerably too short to be effective in a swordfight.
Tadashi: I assumed since it was an eye it would record video, but there’s no camera. And I can’t find a mic.
Liz: So, what does it do?
Tadashi: No clue. It’s using encrypted firmware. Even the boot loader is tamper-resistant. This is gonna take a while, assuming I can crack it at all. …
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Liz: Do you not know, or you can’t say? – The truth Tom discovered. … Does that mean you don’t know, or is “can’t say” some clever turn of phrase that makes it possible for you to be honest and secretive?
Red: What is this about?
Liz: You’ve asked me to trust. All I do is trust. I trusted Tom – forgave every lie, believed every promise that he would stop keeping things from me. And then he
went off on some secret quest and got himself killed. And now I have killed someone trying to figure out what it was he was keeping from me. And you have kept so many things from me, I would have to be an idiot to believe that this is not one of them. [ Pause ] Thank you.
Red: For what?
Liz: For not pulling some Jedi mind trick.
Red: I don’t know what that is.
Liz: And yet, you’ve mastered it.
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Aram: … A neighbor told a first responder after the Chicago fire that he noticed a red Honda parked across the street from the victim’s house, which got me thinking. … I checked, and there are only two rental companies in that city using Hondas, and only one with a model in candy apple red on the streets
that night rented to a William Seavers, Baltimore address.
Samar: You’re so cute. Isn’t he so cute?
Cooper: Adorable. Now get to Baltimore and let’s put an end to this thing.
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[ Samar and Ressler enter the suspect’s apartment, finding pots and jars, a large sack of ammonium nitrate and jugs of flammable liquids ]
Samar: Seavers, federal agents!
[ Ressler flicks on a switch; it is for a blacklight. Words appear on the walls ~ ‘evil deeds ensnare’ … ‘when lust’ … ‘and our sins sweep’ … ]
Ressler: Navabi.
[ The bald man dashes across the room and flips a switch ] [ Humming ] [ Crash ] [ 🔥Fires burst around the room🔥 ]
Samar: You okay?
Ressler: Go!
Samar: Ressler! [ Coughing ] Ressler, I’m coming around the back.
[ Ressler uses a chair to break a window ]
Samar: Ressler! Ressler, grab my hand.
[ Ressler and Samar escape the flames ] …
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Ressler: Seavers or whatever his real name is had this place rigged with glass jars with some kind of an accelerant suspended by these strings.
Samar: There were also phrases written on the wall, like in the first crime scene, only visible by blacklight.
Fagen: Maybe he’s not talking to his victims. Maybe he’s also talking to himself.
Samar: What was it like, lying to everyone you worked with, acting like a hero when you were a criminal?
Fagen: You want an honest answer, or are you just trying to make a point?
Samar: Little bit of both.
Fagen: Living a lie was worse than prison. The day I confessed was the day I went to jail. That was also the day I was set free. …
[ Fagen drips liquid from a beaker onto a slip of paper on the table ]
Fagen: Narrow, rectangular, possibly thermal paper the kind commonly used for–
Ressler: Receipts.
Samar: [ Reading ] Havershim Hardware, two days ago. Ammonium nitrate, saltpeter. Looks like he paid cash, 9:17 p.m.
Fagen: Don’t say anything. Really. My freedom’s the only thanks that I need. …
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Cooper: That’s him. 9:17 was on the receipt, right, Agent Navabi?
Samar: Yes. And that’s the right height and build.
Ressler: Come on, buddy. Turn around.
Cooper: Holy Mary. Mother of God.
Ressler: A priest. You gotta be kidding me. This guy’s a
Samar: What’s that on his pocket?
Cooper: Is that some sort of cross?
Aram: It looks like the letter “T.”
Cooper: Agent Ressler, talk to someone in semiotics. Let’s see if we can figure out what that pin represents before someone else gets killed. …
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[ A bar in an airport ] [ A young woman sees a man wearing a clerical collar and approaches him ]
Claire Homan: Where you going?
Tommy Wattles: Hunh? Um, oh work trip.
Claire: But you don’t like to fly. You’re nervous, I can tell.
Wattles: No, no. Not nervous. Just praying for a friend.
Claire: Can I ask you something?
Wattles: Of course.
Claire: I’m not a church person, but my fiancé well, he is, and we’re getting married. [ Voice breaking ] And I did this thing with another guy. It only happened once and– … But now, seeing you– maybe it’s the alcohol talking or maybe it’s a sign, but I don’t wanna tell him and lose him. [ Tearfully ] If I lost him, I would just–

Wattles: Sweetheart, what’s your name?
Claire: Claire. Claire Homan.
Wattles: Claire. The lust of the flesh, the fervor of the eyes, and the pride of skin comes not from the Father, but from the world. Forgive yourself. Be honest with this man you love. His faith will help him forgive.
Claire: You really believe that?
Wattles: Not me, Claire. God.
[ They stand and hug ]
Claire: Thank you. [ Sniffles ] Oh, I am so sorry, how selfish. What about your friend? What about him? What are you gonna tell him to do?
Wattles: I’m going to tell him to find his faith …. I’m going to tell him to stay and do what, in his heart, he knows he must.
Claire: I’ll pray for him.
Wattles: Please do. [ Laughs nervously ]

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Aram: … To see what else might be written behind those walls, I had the lab run thermographic scans and found this. It’s the cross from the Traditum Church.
Samar: The “T” on his lapel.
Aram: Yep. Traditum Primarius “Tradition First.” It is an extremely fringe order. … [T]heir Temple is in Cromwell, just a few miles outside of Arlington.
Cooper: Ressler, Navabi, get there. …
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Liz: You found something?
Tadashi: A serial number on one of the chips. If I find out who makes it, I figure out what it does.
Dembe: This means everything to her.
Red: And to me.
Dembe: For a different reason. She doesn’t know what, but she knows. “Clever turn of phrase” is a polite way of saying you’re being dishonest.

Tadashi: It’s made by Wandtech.
Liz: And what does that tell you?
Tadashi: Wandtech, Wandtech, Wandtech. Yikes.
Liz: Yikes? Why yikes?
Tadashi: They make GPS devices. [ Beeping ] Oh, crap. Uh, guys?! Mr. Reddington? I think we have a situation. This thing’s transmitting.
Red: What is it trans- mitting?
Tadashi: Our location!
[ Door opens ] [ They point their guns at the door. It is Tadashi’s mother ]
Mrs Mariko Ito: You!
Red: Mrs Ito.
Mrs Ito: Get out!
Red: Did you get my gift?
Mrs Ito: Four spiders no gift.
Tadashi: You gave her four spiders?
Red: Venomous members of the golden orb-weaver genus. For your sister’s pet cafe.
Tadashi: In Japanese, four is a homonym for death.
Mrs Ito: First you turn down Harvard. Now you work with a criminal. I am through with you. Finished!
[ Thud, glass breaking ]
Red: Out the back …
Liz: Tom’s killer?
Red: Yes, and he could have the advantage.
Liz: We don’t know that.
Red: Which is why we have to go. Because we don’t know.
[ Footsteps nearing ] [ They leave. Ian Garvey and goons enter but no one is left ]
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[ Bells tolling ]
Ressler: Excuse me. Father? Agents Ressler and Navabi, FBI. …
Spiritual Director: FBI? What’s this about?
Samar: We’re looking for this man. This is from three days ago.
Spiritual Director: No. That’s not possible.
Ressler: So you know him? …
Spiritual Director: His name is Thomas Wattles. He goes by Tommy. He was a priest in our Order, but he was stripped of his clerical title about a year ago.
Ressler: You mind telling us why?
Spiritual Director: Mr. Wattles violated his oath of celibacy. Our leadership felt he wasn’t worthy of such an exalted position in the eyes of our Lord. …
Ressler: We believe he’s setting fires, burning men and women alive.
Spiritual Director: Men? He’s killing men, not just women?
Samar: Why would you say that? If there’s something that you know–
Spiritual Director: I can’t. I’m sorry.
Ressler: As Spiritual Director, it’s your responsibility to hear the confessions of your priests.
Spiritual Director: Yes, but anything Tommy says would be privileged. …
Samar: He’s murdering people. … The privilege can be violated if you believe he intends to commit future acts of violence. Look at these.
[ Shows photos ]
Spiritual Director: My God! They were just fantasies. Visions – That’s what he said. Tommy was having visions of hurting women women he found attractive. … He believed he had a calling as a priest. And yet, he found himself having these lustful urges he couldn’t suppress.
He was consumed with self-loathing. These women were temptresses, he said, sent by the Devil himself. He said he had dreams of destroying them – burning them. Purification by fire.
Samar: They weren’t dreams, Father. You should’ve said something. I wonder if your God will forgive you for not doing that.
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Ressler: [ On phone ] Aram, we got a name – Tommy Wattles. … The church thinks he’s got some kind of a vendetta out against women he believes are out to “tempt” him.
Samar: Which means he’s had personal encounters with his victims.
Aram: All right. Oh, okay. I’ve got a Thomas Owen Wattles on Fisher Drive in Pimmit Hills.
Cooper: That’s him. Aram, notify
Virginia State Police. …
Ressler: Look, this guy was willing to torch his own safe house to keep us one step behind. If he hasn’t fled, he will. He knows we’re onto him.
Cooper: Check out the address in Pimmit Hills. Reach out to the two survivors you interviewed – the ER doctor and her brother. Show them Wattles’ photo. Let’s hope that shakes something loose before this guy finds another victim.
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Red: I feel terrible, Mariko. I know it’s a small consolation, but I’ve made arrangements for you and Tadashi to stay in the hotel. …
Red: [ To Tadashi ] She terrifies me.
Tadashi: She has that effect on people.
Liz: Can they still track us?
Tadashi: I disabled the locator signal. They were using the signal to find us. If I can reverse it, figure out where it came from, I could use it to find them.
Red: What makes her happy? Does she like a good foot massage?
Liz: We should have stayed.

Red: I do know, by the way. … What Tom figured out. The truth he uncovered has to do with me.
Liz: I knew it. I knew you were lying.
Red: I told Tom not to pursue it.
Liz: What? Pursue what? What is it?
Red: An item Mr. Kaplan unearthed that I wish to keep
Liz: An item? What item?
Red: I can’t say.
Liz: Tom died because of it.
Red: Tom ignored my warning. That is why he died.
Liz: And this item – Did Tom have it?
Red: Yes.
Liz: And now his killers do. That’s why you’re here. That’s– Not to help me, not to avenge Tom’s death, but to help yourself and get your precious secret back.
Red: We want the same thing.
Liz: I gave Agnes up until this is over. If I miss even one more day with her than is absolutely necessary because you’re not being completely honest with–
Red: But I am being honest. I do know, but I can’t say. I’m not trying to be clever. It’s not an ambiguity. It’s the truth. I have a secret, and I need to keep it even from you.

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Ressler: His name’s Tommy Wattles. He purchased an airline ticket to Heathrow, and he never boarded. His last credit card charge was a purchase here last night.
Bartender: Yeah, the priest. He was here.
Dr Corrine Egan: Corner booth. … That’s where he sits at the deli on Riverside. I see him at lunch there all the
time. …
Bartender: No, he was with a woman. She moved over, joined him at the table. I assumed they knew each other.
Ressler: Tell me about her. …
Bartender: Young, pretty, maybe 30. …
Dr Egan: I’d seen him place a to-go order a few days earlier. He walked out and gave it to a man living on the street. The next time I saw him, I told him I’d seen what he did, that I thought it was nice, that I wanted to pay it forward, so I paid for his lunch. …
Ressler: All right. I’m gonna need to see your receipts, surveillance footage, anything that might help identify
Bartender: You really think she’s in trouble?
Dr Egan: Why?! Because I paid for his lunch? Because I-I somehow “tempted” him? He tried to kill me for that? …
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Ressler: And far as we can tell, none of the victims have had a relationship with Wattles, let alone a sexual one. … We are still working on an ID for her.
Aram: Wait a second. Hang on here. I think the Bureau’s
facial recog- nition software may have just found a match with the CCTV footage from the airport hotel. Okay, Claire Anne Homan, 26, graphic designer at a boutique firm in Arlington.
Ressler: If he’s still in the city, she’s the reason why. …
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[Claire Homan’s home. She is wearing only a bra and panties] [Phone ringing]
[Tommy Wattles appears and grabs Claire. Claire gasps] [Ringing stops]

Tommy Wattles: Hello, Claire. … I need you to come
with me, love.
Claire: [Screams]
Wattles: Come on, Claire! Claire, Claire, Claire, please. Sweetheart oh, why do you dress like this, hmm? Let’s find you some clothes, okay?

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Aram: So, I’ve been trying the woman from the hotel bar, Claire Homan.
Cooper: You told her what’s going on?
Aram: I can’t get through. Sir, I, uh I have a bad feeling about this. I think Wattles may already be there.
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Wattles has Claire wrapped to a chair with plastic wrap.
Wattles: It’s ironic you found me the way you did, in that bar, in a moment of weakness. Trying to offer your flesh. It felt more like a sign than a test, really. Through
you, I could feel my calling to God was solidified.
Claire: [ Muffled speech ] I don’t– Why are you doing this? What did I do to you?
[ He kisses her then slaps her ] [ Sobs ]
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Ressler: We’re five minutes out. Talk to me.
Aram: Trying to make contact. Still no answer on her cell. VSP and Fire are en route. …
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[ Samar and Ressler arrive at Claire Homan’s home ]
Ressler: Take the girl. I got him. He’s outside!
Samar: [ To Claire ] Are you okay? I’ll come back.
Ressler: Tommy, stop! Stop! Put it down, Tommy.
Wattles: That woman inside, Claire, she taunted me with her sex! Do you know about the ritual of
the auto-da-fé?
Ressler: Put that down and we can talk about it.
Wattles: The burning of the fallible human form, cleansing those that may yet achieve salvation, giving the irredeemable sinner their first foretaste of Hell. And, for the observer, the chance to confront one’s own transgressions.
Ressler: Tommy, I know you’re hurting. I know you think you’re
doing the right thing, but this doesn’t end well. Trust me! …
Samar: Tommy, no.
Wattles: It’s the road to salvation.
[ Glass shatters ] [ The flammable liquid pours over him ]
Wattles: To redemption and purity, and I’m not afraid! Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned! – [ Lighter clicks. 🔥He bursts into flames 🔥 ]
Ressler: Tommy, no!
[ Gasps ]
Ressler: Jesus Christ.
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[ Doorbell rings ] [ Knock on door ]
Red: Samar, any news?
Samar: We caught the Blacklister. …
Red: And Fagen?
Samar: He’s having his parole hearing later today. Why
is that woman staring at you?
Red: Apparently the number four is bad luck in Japan. Who knew?
[ Beeping ]
Tadashi: Yes, yes, yes!
Liz: You traced the signal.
Tadashi: Not only that, I Waze’d the location …
Samar: Do I even want to know what’s happening here?
Liz: It’s about Tom. We think we found who killed him.
Samar: That’s great. …
[ Doorbell rings ]
Liz: We gotta go.
Samar: Liz, you shouldn’t do this on your own.
[ Door opens ]
Woman: You called for a spa treatment?
Red: Ah, yes! Please, do come in. I ordered an avocado/cucumber scrub. [ To Mrs Ito ] I guarantee you’ll feel like a new woman.
[ Mrs Ito’s scowl softens slightly ]
Red: Or not.
Tadashi: May the force be with you.
Red: I have no idea what you’re talking about.
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[ Red, Dembe and Liz break in a door ]
Liz: This place is staged. This is my fault. We had him. Damascus was right outside the door. We had him and we let him go. That eye was our last lead.
[ They enter a room with wires cut, machine racks empty ]
Red: We need to get this thing analyzed.We need the person who built
it. It’s … custom-built by someone who does business with Damascus. I want a name and a–
Liz: What? What is it?
[ On a white table top is written: “WE KNOW THE TRUTH” ]
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Ressler: Mr. Fagen’s help was instrumental in helping us close the case. Because of his cooperation, we took a very dangerous criminal off the streets, saved a lot of lives in the process. … I don’t know Mr. Fagen or whether he’s remorseful for what he’s done. …
Parole Board Member: Thank you, Agent Ressler. We’ll take your testimony int–
Ressler: I-I used to think in terms of black and white. You were either a bad guy or you weren’t. I’m not sure about that anymore. Under the right circumstances, I’ve come to believe that even the best of us are capable of – almost anything. I only mention that because, well, I figure everyone deserves a second chance.
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[ Fagen is released. He exits. Red’s Mercedes pulls up to him ]
Red: Hello, Mr. Fagen.
Fagen: Reddington. How did you know I was getting out?
Red: You owe me your freedom. …
Fagen: Look, if this is about that fire at Fritzles, I had no idea you were–
Red: I expect two things in return. First, you won’t so much as light a match. Second, when you do, it’ll be at my instruction.
Fagen: You want me to set a fire?
Red: I’ll be in touch.
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[ Liz and Red are watching Agnes at her daycare ]
Red: I know how hard this is.
Liz: I need your help to find Tom’s killer. I need it, but I don’t know if I can trust it.
Red: You won’t miss a day more with her than is absolutely necessary. You have my word.
Liz: And you have mine. That I’m gonna honor Tom’s dying wish.
Red: Which was?
Liz: For me to know your truth. Before this is over, I’m going to find out what it is.

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Brief: With a new sense of self-confidence, Liz is driven by the single-minded determination to find Tom’s killers. Working outside of the Task Force, she has none-the-less gained access to the case files on the attack and, also relying on her memories of the attack, has set up her apartment as a crime scene with an ad hoc evidence board. Following a tip given her by a police detective assigned to the case, she found her way to Bobby Navarro, Ian Garvey’s lead henchman, who refused to identify Garvey whom Liz has dubbed “Damascus” based on her memory of the type of knife Garvey used to kill Tom. Navarro did tell Liz “Your man wasn’t helping Nik. Nik was helping your man.” When Liz asked “With what?” Navarro attacked her and Liz ended up killing him. Meanwhile, Red has freed Ressler from Henry Prescott, the dirty “fixer” who had blackmailed Ressler over his knowledge that Ressler was involved in the altercation that led to the death of former National Security Advisor Laurel Hitchin. Ressler tried to turn over a signed confession to Cooper about the incident, but Cooper refused to read it. Instead, he put it in a drawer and handed a similar envelope to Ressler, declaring they should pass on their contents to The Powers That Be – but only after the work of the Task Force was completed: “None of us ­are the people that we were before this task force started – before Reddington.”

[ As Dembe drives, Red holds the rare 1943 Lincoln penny he got from Greyson Blaise ]
Red: I haven’t felt this giddy since Herbie Hunnicutt and I pooled our box tops and sent away for the decoder ring and periscope. Why is that? What is this feeling?
Dembe: You love treasures, Raymond.
Red: … Everyone loves hidden treasures … Edgar Allan Poe. “The Gold Bug.” Oh, what a story. It has everything – a delirious search for treasure, the descent into madness, along with ciphers and bugs, a skull nailed to a tree. What a yarn! If he actually has the locations of the other coins, this could be a massive discovery.
[ Tires screech 💥‼️💥 ] [ Abraham Stern gets out. He retrieves the penny from the pavement ]

Abraham Stern: Thank you, gentlemen. You may go. We got what I came for.
[ He tosses the penny up in the air, catches it ]

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[ Liz is at Bobby Navarro’s apartment. She groans, removes a shard of glass from her abdomen, stanching the blood with a rag. She zips Navarro’s body into a black bag, sweeps up broken glass, scrubs the blood from the carpet ]
[ Pounding on door ]
Officer: Robert Navarro, MPD. We need you to open the door, please. …
[ Liz stuffs the bloody rag into the sink, then ducks into a closet ] [ Police enter ]
Officer: Apartment’s clear. 8637 to Central. Domestic disturbance on Fernwick. Mark it unfounded. …
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Cooper: You were robbed? [ Laughs ] You?
Red: I’m glad my misfortune amuses you.
Copper: It’s just the, uh – irony caught me by surprise. Okay. So –
Red: The very rare 1943 Lincoln penny that I liberated from Grayson Blaise was stolen. The thief knew where to find me. … Now he has it.
And I need a little help to get it back.
Cooper: You fooled us once into helping you acquire that penny. …
Red: The man we’re looking for – this man is on a quest. … He has killed in service of it, and unless we stop him, he will kill again. Care to hear more? …
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Ressler: [ Reads from bill projected above ] “The United States of America will pay to the bearer on demand $100,000”! How many of these notes are floating around?
Red: None, according to your government. It denies issuing any such notes and insists the few that have turned up are counterfeit.
Samar: I thought this was about your penny.
Red: It is because without the pennies, we will never find the notes or the man who’s killing to get them.
Aram: “Pennies” – wasn’t there only one?

Red: No, there are four. Bronze, minted in 1943.
Cooper: Before stealing it, you were willing to spend $3 million of our money to buy one of the pennies at auction.
Red: Collectors value them because they believe they were minted in error – bronze one-offs when every other penny was made of copper. But what collectors don’t know, what makes them truly valuable, is not that they were a mistake, but that there is a code put there by the man who minted them – a map to a vast fortune.
Aram: The lost Federal Reserve Notes that Treasury claims it never made.

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Red: Finding the long-lost notes is a quest for the financial holy grail. Hundreds of millions of dollars, redeemable upon request.
Ressler: And the man who attacked you knew this?
Red: Aram, if you would.
Aram: Three security guards murdered at the Sharjah Museum in Dubai, an Italian art collector dies when his home is consumed by a fire set by an unknown arsonist,
and just last night, an antiques dealer murdered in Georgetown.
Red: After informing our Blacklister that I’d arranged to meet with him. … [H]e used that intel to ambush me.
Cooper: Three incidents, presumably only three pennies That leaves him one short.
Samar: Any indication he knows where this last penny
Red: No, and if he gets it, he gets the code and the treasure, which means we need to locate that penny before he does.
Cooper: Our only interest is in stopping this guy. The treasure’s not our concern.
Red: Oh, don’t be such a spoilsport. This could be such fun! Where’s your sense of adventure?
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Abraham Stern: This is never easy but your P&L statements are not promising. I’m afraid we have no choice but to foreclose.
Frank Dobbs: Please. I’ll do anything.
Abraham Stern: You were once an insurance investigator. Funny I have a personal situation involving a rare coin. Perhaps we could help each other.

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[ The Gabor Museum ]
Woman: Mr Church, these are the men I was telling you about from the insurance company.
Frank Dobbs: We underwrite rare collectibles. And, uh, this is our num uh, numis- numistatic–
Abraham Stern: [ British accent ] Numismatic expert, Ben Farber. … It’s about the Lincoln penny you have on display. …
Abraham Stern: … We have reason to believe that [a] forger duplicated the 1943 coin you have on loan. …
Church: If what you’re saying is true, should we be filing a fraud claim?
Stern: Let’s take this one step at a time. Is the coin here? Might I be able to see it? …
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Aram: … I think I may have located the fourth penny. All right, after the coins were minted, they disappeared for about 30 years. … But then, in 1975, they started to appear at auctions. The missing penny was last sold in 1984 … [T]wo
years ago … it was included in an extensive art collection … left to the University of Pennsylvania. … [T]he coin is on loan at the Gabor Museum.
Cooper: Ressler and Navabi, get to the museum. Find out what they know.
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Officer: Like I said, we got the call, … no sign of any problems.
Detective Singleton: And it was clean? Just like this? … It’s too clean. [ Cellphone dialing ] [ Ringing ] Wyman, hey. … I need a team here now. I want you to tear this
place apart.
Singleton: … If this place was cleaned, I wanna know how. … [S]omeone was here and I wanna know who. … Hey, what’s that?
[ A tech holds up a bloody rag ]
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Aram: Agent Keen. Please, uh– Please tell me you’re back. Obviously, you’re here, so you’re back, but are you back or just here?
Liz: I’ve missed you, too.
Aram: Mr. Reddington has us working on this insane treasure hunt … [D]o you remember that penny that he got in that elaborate scheme–
Liz: I’m actually just here to get something out of the files.
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[ Liz goes through the case files, pulls out the file for Stanley Kornish “The Stewmaker” and begins photographing pages from the file, including those describing the chemicals he used to dissolve bodies ]
[ Aram startles Liz ]
Aram: You need to come back.
Liz: [ Gasps ] [ Drops the file ] I got it.
Aram: I, uh– Okay. You know, it’d be a distraction.
Liz: Distraction?
Aram: From looking for Tom’s killers.
Liz: I don’t really see hunting Blacklisters lightening my emotional load. … I’m here. Not back.
[ Liz’s cellphone vibrates ]
Liz: Detective Singleton. What do I owe the pleasure?
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Singleton: … There was a report of a domestic disturbance at Navarro’s place. By the time we got there, his apartment was cleaned, Navarro was gone. … Last we spoke, I was under the distinct impression that you were looking for him.
Liz: You think I murdered the one person who could ID my husband’s killer?
Singleton: Did you?
Liz: I’m the last person in the world who would want Navarro dead. Now if there is nothing more–
Singleton: There isn’t. Not until we receive results back from the lab.
Liz: Results?
Singleton: From the bloody rag we found in Navarro’s apartment. …

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Church: … You don’t think it’s a fake?
Stern: I’d want Chandler at the INA to look at this, run some tests.
Church: So, it’s a fake. Amber, have security take the piece to the safe. …
[ Museum officials leave ] [ Sirens wailing ]
[ Police vehicles converge outside ]
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Ressler: Excuse me. Agents Ressler and Navabi, FBI. What’s going on?
Amber: Well, it seems we have a situation – about a piece in our collection.
Samar: The Lincoln penny? …
Church: We were notified by our insurance company, their investigator. His numismatic expert is in my office. …
Samar: [C]an you take us to him?
[ Abraham Stern pulls an Emergency Alarm ] [ Alarm ringing ]
[ People begin to leave the building. Stern and Dobbs blend into the crowd and escape ]
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[ Liz evokes her inner Stewmaker and preps a motel room as Stanley Kornish had done. She drags the body inside, covers the motel room with plastic sheeting, washes in Betadine. She loads Navarro’s body into a heart-shaped tub then, wearing a gas mask, pours gallons of chemicals into the tub ]


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Red: [ On phone ] You don’t have the penny?
Cooper: Nor the Blacklister.
Red: But it was there?
Cooper: MPD booked the penny into evidence. They won’t let us check it out without a court order.
Red: MPD was there before you?
Cooper: They received a tip that the coin was going to be stolen.
Red: A tip from whom?
Cooper: Anonymous. MPD pulled a print off the coin book. With luck, it will help us get an ID on the thief.
Red: The thief is your concern, Harold. Retrieving that penny is mine.
Cooper: The FBI is not going to help you break into a police evidence vault.
Red: No, I wouldn’t think so, Harold. [ Hangs up. To Dembe: ] Let’s go to Elizabeth’s.
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[ Liz’s phone vibrates ]
Red: I’ve been looking for you.
Liz: Aram told me the penny from Lake Como is actually a treasure map. …
Red: As a result of an anonymous tip, the MPD has the penny. I could use your help to get it back.
Liz: Well, if it’s evidence from a crime scene, they keep it downtown in the evidence vault.
Red: Which Harold has shown no inclination to access
on my behalf.
Liz: They also keep evidence from class 3 felonies – rape, robbery, and homicide.
Red: Tom’s evidence.
Liz: Yes. Now, I don’t have my badge anymore, so maybe the best way to get your penny out is for me to put evidence from that case in.
Red: Do you have any?
Liz: No, but I can make some.
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Liz: Any word from the lab? …
Singleton: The rag wasn’t booked into evidence until after the morning pickup. Lab won’t get it until tomorrow.
Liz: I, uh, found this in [ Tom’s ] jacket
pocket. [ Liz hands Singleton a digital phone ] It’s locked, and I don’t have the passcode, but maybe one of your techs can pull the records …
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Red: Remind me again what it is that we think we’re doing here.
Liz: The phone acts as a passive packet sniffer. It’s a trick Tom taught me.
Red: Packet sniffer? Ugh.
Liz: … It can intercept and log traffic that passes over a digital network.
Red: It is an absolute mystery to me how these gadgets work – the Dick Tracey phones, these blueteeth connections. Quite frankly, I miss the rotary phone. Except for that zero. Watching that zero crawl back. Oh, my God. It was painful.
Dembe: We have the code.
Liz: Great. Now all we have to do is figure out how to get inside.
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Cooper: The lab got an ID from the print on the coin book. Abraham Stern.
Aram: Stern, Abraham J. He’s a loan officer at the Republic Commerce Bank in Manhattan. If you’re upside down on your loan, Stern tries to
work out a new payment schedule. The linen truck that hit Mr. Reddington’s car that company is a client of Stern’s bank, and the insurance investigator that paid a visit to the Gabor Museum, he’s also a client risking foreclosure.
Samar: So, he threatens bankruptcy unless you help him commit crimes? …
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Frank Dobbs: I don’t understand. I did everything you asked.
Stern: Yes, and you did marvelously. But sadly, now the police are involved.
Dobbs: I won’t say anything.
Stern: I’m terribly sorry. I couldn’t possibly take that chance.
[ Stern shoots 💥 Dobbs ]
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[ Metro Police Station ] …
Glen Carter: Okay, let’s just be clear about one thing. This is no favor. This is a J-O-B. The check, as they say, better be in the mail.
Liz: Yes, I told you twice already. Why are you stalling?
Glen: I don’t like pills. [ He takes a pill ]
Liz: You’ll be fine. You got your ID on you, right? Okay, I will meet you at the hospital.
Glen: Tell you the truth, I’m sort of looking forward to getting out of the house. I need some time away from Mom. That hospital’s gonna be like a five-star
resort – three squares and a remote, juice with a bendy straw. Between you, me, and the vending machine, I’ve also had a fantasy about a nurse handling my – [ Groans ]
Liz: Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Something’s wrong! He came up to me at the vending machine. He said he was short of breath. Is he gonna be okay?
— He’s having a heart attack. Call an ambulance.
— You have any aspirin? Isn’t he supposed to take aspirin?
Liz: [ Stammers ] Maybe in my purse!
[ Liz ducks out ] [ Keypad beeping ] [ Keypad chirps ]
[ Liz gets into the evidence rooms, finds the right box and takes out the
plastic envelope with the penny. She stuffs it in her pocket ]
[ Glen groans ]
— You’re gonna be all right.
[ Liz reappears ]
Liz: I found the aspirin. Does he need it? Is he gonna be okay?
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Cooper: [ On phone ] You stole the penny.
Red: We discussed this. Your interest is in Stern. My interest is in this treasure.
Cooper: Which you can’t get to without the pennies in his possession, which means you’re looking for him, too. … Stern’s in the wind, but he’ll come out for that penny. …
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[ Red and Dembe arrive at a large garage. Abraham Stern is there with several armed guards ]
Red: Okay. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.
Stern: Mr. Reddington. Once the Professor decodes the cipher, what guarantee do I have you won’t double-
cross me?
Red: … Sentiment. This is your inheritance. I wouldn’t dream of taking more than 50%.
Stern: You have one penny. I have three. 75%/25%. … So, how do you know about my father? …
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Red: Other than secreting away a fortune and hiding its whereabouts in the pennies he minted, I know curiously little about your father. Usually the person who creates a legend becomes legendary. Why not him?
Stern: My father was a little man with big dreams. He worked for the Treasury Department in Denver, started out as an apprentice. His goal was to become a master engraver. But then–
Red: Then the Federal Reserve Notes went missing.
Stern: He had access, so he was a suspect, but was never charged. They punished him anyway. Demoted him to the maintenance staff, gave him a little office in the boiler room. … Then, in ’43, the Mint made security upgrades.

Red: The same year he put the cipher on the coins.
Stern: Within the year, he was let go. … He died a broken man. Penniless. …
Red: If the pennies hold the secret to your inheritance, why didn’t your father give them to you?
Stern: He did, in his will. But at the time, I was a snot-nosed 16-year-old, and to me, he was a failure who’d been accused of a crime he had nothing to show for. So I spent them on candy – four fireballs.
Red: – Whoops.
Stern: The next month, his executor gave me a letter my father had left for me. That’s when I learned that the
pennies were the key to a great treasure.
Red: And you spent the past 40 years looking for it.
Stern: I’ve lied, I’ve cheated. I’ve killed in pursuit of it. I believe my father was a criminal, and I assume he left me the pennies so I wouldn’t become one.
Red: And yet, here you are.
Stern: The apple never falls very far. Does it?

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[ Liz uses a plunger to force the remnants of Bobby Navarro down the bathtub drain. She encounters a solid object which she removes
and examines – an artificial eye. She finds a way to open it. Inside are blinking electronics ]
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[ Stern has brought an expert with him. He shows projected images of the four coins ]
Professor: Coins are a topographical map depicting a specific set of geoinformatics. Look at this. Lincoln’s face isn’t a face at all, but a topographical representation of a mountain range. … The front range of the Rocky Mountains. … And these cross-hatchings they’re not random imperfections, but intentionally placed etchings. One set is meaningless, but when you begin to layer the images, the map begins to depict a grid system.
Stern: [ Rises to his feet ] Denver.
Professor: Circa 1943. And look at this. The motto of the United States.
Red: “E pluribus unum” Out of many, one.
Professor: The letters on each coin have imperfections, but when you layer them–
Stern: The “Boiler Room,” where he used
to work. He did steal the money. He just couldn’t get it out. So he hid it right under their noses.
Red: I’ve imagined robbing the Mint of the money they make, but never of a fortune they don’t even know they have. … What do you know about the Denver Mint?
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Stern: The Mint was built in 1897. The boiler room’s in the basement. It hasn’t been used since renovations were done in ’43, abandoning the old boiler room.
Professor: … A new vault blocks the only entrance.
Red: What about the air-duct system?
Stern: The ducts could give us access if we were pencil
thin and weighed under 50 pounds. We’re not getting in through the ducting. …
Professor: … [T]he only thing they let in there is cash.
Red: Not just any cash. Random, untraceable – the kind you find in a money-laundering operation. [ Dialing, Ringing ] Hey. I need a tally of our current cash reserves.
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Heddie Hawkins: Are you frickin’ nuts? That’s everything we have. …
Stern: My old client at the bank says IDs are in the works. …
Red: My associate thinks you might betray me. What do you think?
Stern: I think you’re the reason I’m finally going to realize my lifelong dream. I would never betray you. On my father’s grave. …
Hawkins: Don’t do this.
Red: Heddie, please, just get the cash.
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Guard at Mint: You’re not on the list.
Red: We just drove straight from the Reserve Bank. … Run the badge. We’re on the list.
Stern: He thinks we’re here to rob the place. [ Chuckling ] Hey, you got us. We’re here to rob you. That’s why we’re bringing 8 million bucks into the Mint. …
[ Badge reader beeps ]
Guard: There it is. Yeah.
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[ Red is unloading bags of cash. Stern comes up behind him, gun drawn ]
Stern: I’m afraid your associate was right.
Red: So much for your father’s grave.
Stern: Your gun belt, please. I’m sorry, Raymond. I’ve come to like you. I really have. But this is my birthright, not yours. … [P]lease, get in the truck.
[ Red uses a screwdriver to remove a panel from inside the truck ] …
Red: Morning, boys.
[ Red’s crew loads ventilation tubing and air pumps into vans ]
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[ Stern uses a forged ID to let the Professor and his other crew, dressed as guards, into the command center of the Mint ]
— Don’t move!
[ Stern’s fake guards commandeer the real guards ]
[ One of Stern’s men unzips a large duffel, pushes aside some of Red’s laundered cash, and takes out a large drill. Stern pats a spot on the wall ] [ Whirring ] [ Stern’s man drills through the wall ]
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[ Stern’s men have opened a large square hole in the wall to the boiler room. They enter with flashlights. Inside is the old boiler. One of the men opens the door and out pour the hidden $100,000 bills ]
Stern: Get the bags.


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[ Red’s men hook up the HVAC tubing to the air pumps. They have run the tubing into the Mint’s ventilation system ]
Morgan: You should’ve seen the look on the boys’ faces at the shop when I told them I was gonna run two of
these jacked into the V8 of this bad boy.
Red: I’m sure it’ll work.
Morgan: Oh, it’s gonna suck.
Stern’s men start loading the banknotes into duffel bags.
Red’s men turn on the air pump [ WHIRRING ]
Inside, the bills starts to blow around.
Stern’s man: What is that? What’s happening? Ugh!
Morgan: I don’t know, Red.
Red: It’ll work. Turn it up.
[ The bills are being sucked out of the vault room, through the HVAC tubing and into Red’s van ]
Red: [ Laughs ] We’re in business.


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[ On phone ] Hello, Harold. Excuse the rush. I’m on a clock. But I wanted to let you know, I discovered what our friend Abraham Stern is up to.
Cooper: Oh, and what is that?
Red: He’s robbing the Denver Mint. …
Cooper: Are you telling me that Stern’s father’s treasure – is in the Mint?
Red: He’s certainly convinced so. But the more I think about it, I’m not so sure there’s any treasure at all. … I’m afraid I can’t chat. I’ve got my hands full with a bit of a plumbing problem. Good luck with Stern. I have faith in you, Harold. You always get your man.
[ Red’s van is filling up with bills ]
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Cooper: Reddington says Stern’s robbing the Denver Mint.
Ressler: The Mint?
Cooper: And something tells me Reddington’s not far behind. Notify the Denver field office and get there. Find out what the hell’s going on. …
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[ Stern jumps up against the vent, vainly trying to retrieve some bills, then slumps against the wall ]
Red: Morgan, how long?
Morgan: I have no idea. But I think we’re gonna need more vans.
Red: We’re out of time. Shut it down. …
[ Inside the Mint, the door of the new vault closes, trapping Stern inside ]
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Red: Congratulations, Harold. You got your man.
Cooper: And you got your treasure. I don’t know how, but I know you did.
Red: And the pennies?
Cooper: Returned to their rightful owners. All except the one that you lifted from Grayson Blaise.
[ Cooper holds out the penny ]
Red: Name your price, Harold.
Cooper: It’s too high for you.
Red: Try me.
Cooper: The truth.
Red: Abraham Stern’s father committed the crime of
the 20th century. I just committed the crime of the 21st. Except it isn’t a crime. Hundreds of millions in Federal Reserve Notes payable on demand, which the Treasury says don’t exist.
Cooper: The Mint said nothing was stolen.
Red: And so the treasure myth lives on.
[ Red reaches for the penny. Cooper pulls it back ]
Cooper: I appreciate you telling me that truth but it isn’t the one I was looking for. The evidence locker.
Red: What about it?
Cooper: What you took, aside from the penny.
Red: I didn’t take anything else.
Cooper: Evidence was logged in material to the
disappearance of Robert Navarro a person of interest in the death of Tom Keen. You didn’t take it?
Red: No, I did not.
Cooper holds out the penny. Red snatches it and leaves.

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[ Liz arrives at Red’s suite ]
Liz: Is everything okay? Dembe said it was urgent.
Red: You’re to be congratulated. I may be old, but I’m not an old fool, and you completely hoodwinked me and Harold. He thinks I stole a bloody rag from evidence.
Liz: Right. About that–
Red: You were the anonymous tip. You told the MPD that the penny was about to be stolen. You knew if they stopped the robbery in progress, they’d book the penny into evidence. … You called me to help me help you retrieve a rag covered in your blood
evidence that might have convicted you of murdering Robert Navarro.
Liz: I did not intend to kill him. I intended to get him to identify Tom’s killer. He got the upper hand. There was a fight.
Red: … Cooper says it’s a missing-persons case, but if they find that corpse–
Liz: That’s not gonna happen.
Red: I’d like to make sure of that.
Liz: I already have. And in the process, I discovered
Navarro had a glass eye.
Red: Look at that.
Liz: Wait till you see this. Some kind of next-gen technology. I’m sorry I tricked you. …
[ Red squints and reaches behind Liz’s ear ]
Liz: What? Your penny! Wait. Does this mean you found your treasure or no? …


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Red: Oh, Bernard!
Bernard: You look – incomplete.
Red: [ Chuckles ] [ Laughs ] I just can’t believe that’s it.
Bernard: Found in a trunk gathering dust in Surrey.
Red: Hidden treasure, indeed.
Bernard: Authentication papers are inside.
Red: Ah. [ Hands Bernard the penny ] As promised.
Liz: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. You’re gonna use your penny to buy that?
Red: A bargain at twice the price.
Liz: [ Whispers ] That penny’s worth $3 million.
Bernard: And this is Winston Churchill’s hat.
Red: [ Solemnly ] The Homburg he wore during The Blitz. Under its brim, he beat back Hitler with style and
grace and unwavering confidence. I’m an eager, if unworthy, heir.
[ Red puts on the hat ]
Red: What do you think? Be brutal.
Liz: It’s kind of amazing.
Red: [ Laughs ] I’ll take amazing.


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Brief: Liz has returned from self-imposed exile in remote Alaska, where she single-handedly eliminated a group of criminals working for the Carlucci Crime Family who had been sent there to track down a former member who had ratted on the Family and had been placed in Alaska under witness protection. On her return from Alaska, Red finds her looking “strong” but cautions her against her expressed lack of remorse. Her sole aim now: to seek revenge against the people who killed Tom and who put her into a 10-month-long coma and through a painful stint in rehab. She has acquired the case files for the attack against her and Tom. During her time in Alaska she left Agnes in the care of Tom’s mother, Susan (“Scottie”) Hargrave, a move which disappointed Red. In keeping with her request, Red agreed not to follow her and, for the first time, she was able to step outside of his protection, which she has found liberating.


[ Toronto, Ontario (Canada) ] [ People dance at a night spot ]
[ Air hisses. Sprays of vapor descend on the dancers ] [ Cheering ]
[ A young man groans, throws up and collapses ]
[ Throughout the venue dozens of people are sick, dying or dead ]

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[ Red’s fancy new digs indicate he’s been doing well financially ]
Liz: The police are wrong. They think some ex-con named Navarro killed Tom. He didn’t. …
Red: I wish I knew more. All I know for certain is that the men who died in your home were members of the
Nash drug syndicate. …
[ Dembe escorts Samar inside ]
Samar: Liz. I didn’t know you were back. It’s good to see you.
Liz: It’s good to be seen. … I should go.
Samar: Wait. I’m- I’m here about a case. You don’t want to hear it? …
Liz: I’ll let you handle the case.
[ Liz leaves ]
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Red: What do you know about the nerve-gas attack in Toronto?
Samar: 57 people died. Members of the terrorist cell claiming responsibility have been taken into custody.
Red: On Monday, the US Treasury will most likely attempt to freeze the bank accounts which financed the attack.
Samar: Liz isn’t coming back, is she?
Red: 12 hours ago, a man known as The Informant accessed a list of those accounts on the classified computers used by the Senate Intelligence Committee.
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Cooper: And the list of bank accounts he stole?
Samar: Reddington believes he plans to ransom them back to the account holders themselves, giving them a chance to transfer their assets before the Treasury freeze goes into effect. …
Aram: [T]he list was apparently on the classified computers at the Senate Intelligence Committee.

Now, Senator Cooligan insists he was at dinner last night when his badge and password were used to access the classified computers.
Ressler: So, we’re looking for someone who had access to the senator’s credentials.
Cooper: What do we know about his staff?

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Aram: All right. 11 members. All with some level of restricted access. Two are out of the country, and six others have solid alibis with Capitol Police.
Cooper: And the remaining three?
Aram: Two of them are waiting to be cleared for questioning because they are also working for the
Ressler: And this guy Bishop.
Aram: Right. Howard Ray Bishop. Political aide who has held positions with State, Treasury, FDA–
Samar: All of which have suffered leaks from The Informant. …
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[ Howard Ray Bishop walks down a sidewalk. Samar and Ressler have been watching from their vehicle ] [ Samar gets out ]
Ressler: [ Over comms ] Hey, Navabi. What makes you so certain Keen’s not coming back?
Samar: Just a feeling. … If I were her, I’d do whatever it takes to find my husband’s killer.
Ressler: What do you mean, “whatever it takes”?
Samar: I mean breaking the rules, ignoring the law – whatever it takes.
Aram: To find your husband’s killer? That’s actually sort of sweet.
Ressler: There’s nothing sweet about a cop who breaks the rules.
Samar: Says the man who never jaywalked.
Aram: Or had a hair out of place or even a wrinkle in his suit. Agent Ressler, you know you’d make an amazing criminal. If you were a crooked cop, no one would ever know.
Ressler: I would. …
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[ Howard Bishop enters a police station ]
Bishop: Excuse me. I need to talk to somebody. I have information about a crime. …
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[ Samar and Ressler question Bishop ]
Samar: You’re lying.
Bishop: No, I’m bearing witness.
Samar: To a hit-and-run that happened just as the sanctions list was being stolen. It’s convenient. …
Ressler: If you did see this hit-and-run, why wait 24 hours to report it?
Bishop: Because I was with a married woman when I saw it, and my coming forward would expose her.
Samar: Does your friend have a name?
Bishop: Sonia Fisher. Judge Sonia Fisher.
Judge Sonia Fisher: I reported the crime, just not who I was with when I saw it. …
Bishop: She told the truth about the crime. She lied about the affair. We lied. … I’m not proud of the affair, but it proves that I’m not a thief. I did not steal the sanctions list.
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[ Cooper enters Red’s suite ]
Cooper: The Informant’s name is Howard Bishop – a staffer in Senator Cooligan’s office.
Red: Quick work, Harold. …
Cooper: We didn’t catch Bishop. He turned himself in, claiming to be a witness to a hit-and-run.
Red: Do you know if he’s sold the list yet?
Cooper: No. Nor who the buyer may be. We think he’s selling it to an account holder, but we can’t ID them. I’m hoping you can.

[ Cooper gives Red the list ]
Red: Elizabeth is back.
Cooper: So I hear. How is she?
Red: Determined to find Tom’s killers.
Cooper: That’s understandable.
Red: I’m the devil on one shoulder, and you’re the angel on her other. She’s in troubled waters, Harold. Please help her to navigate them.

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[ Grand Cayman, Cayman Islands ]
Red: Herman! … Oh, my God! [ Hugs him ] I’ve missed your tightly wound officiousness all clenched and pink and puckered. … It’s true I had a setback. But I’m flush now, and my assets are seeking shelter from the storm.
Herman: Nine figures? … It will be a pleasure doing business with you again. …
[ Red hands him the list Cooper gave him ]
Herman: What’s this?
Red: Account numbers. I need the names behind the numbers.
Herman: Th-These are not our accounts. I couldn’t possibly–
Red: This is an opportunity. The US government is about to freeze those funds. … If you can help me identify those account holders, I’d be only too happy to refer them to you. You must have some means of identifying such promising new clientele.
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Liz: Detective Singleton, right?
Detective Singleton: You remember. Last time we spoke, you were just getting out of the hospital. … Then you vanished …
Liz: I went away. I just got back. … Would you like a cup of coffee?
Singleton: Read my mind. …
[ Steps inside ]
[ Liz shows Detective Singleton the wall in her almost
empty living room on which she has set up an ad hoc evidence board of photos with notes and the relationships of the intruders who had attacked her and Tom ]
Liz: [ Pointing ] He stabbed my husband.
Singleton: The man with the Damascus knife?
Liz: Navarro worked for him.
Singleton: These three worked for Navarro. Part of the Nash syndicate. Used to run drugs outside of the Kaufman Food and Liquor.
Liz: And Damascus. Who is he?
Singleton: I have no idea. Look we questioned Navarro. Nothing stuck, so we had to kick him loose. … The bullets pulled from these bodies didn’t match any of the weapons found at the scene. Someone killed your attackers. Any idea who?
Liz: I was unconscious at that point. …
Singleton: How’d you and your husband get to the hospital? …
Liz: I don’t know.
Singleton: I know you already know this so consider this a friendly reminder. You’re an accessory if you help someone get away with a crime. … If you think of anything, give me a call.
[ Singleton leaves ]
[ Liz adds a Post-It to Navarro’s profile on the wall: “Kaufman Food and Liquor” ]
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Herman: … The Monetary Authority caught Miss Isaacson trying to hack into our accounts.
A judge reduced her sentence to nine months in exchange for her agreeing to help identify vulnerabilities in our own system. … If anyone can put names to the numbers you gave me, it’s Miss Isaacson.
Isaacson: I’m not going to.
Red: Name your price.
Isaacson: I don’t want your money.
Red: What do you want?
Isaacson: Bite me.
Red: Hmm. A woman after my own heart. … Oh well, Herman. We tried. Perhaps next time. Wait a minute. What about Sogi-san?
Isaacson: The tattoo artist?
Red: I helped him secure a very rare dye several years ago.
Herman: I’m sorry – a tattoo artist?
Red: A reclusive but visionary artist, which is all the more impressive considering he does his best work after drinking himself half-blind. Otaru, Hokkaido Prefecture. You get me those names, I’ll get you an appointment within the week. … Perhaps Tweety Bird or Yosemite Sam. Or a lady riding a monkey wrench.
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Samar: Reddington identified the names on the list.
Aram: We believe the buyer is Rosmin Hamzah, a Bruneian national with extremist ties in SE Asia. …
TSA flagged Hamzah 12 hours ago at Dulles under an assumed name, and Bureau agents have since tracked him to a hotel in Dupont Circle.
Cooper: Have Ressler stay with Bishop. Take a team and follow Hamzah. If Reddington’s right, we walk away with The Informant and a major sponsor of terrorism.
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[ Liz pulls up to a group of guys outside Kaufman Food and Liquor. One man, Vasilis, approaches her vehicle ]
Liz: I’m looking for Navarro. … This corner is run by the Nash Syndicate. Navarro’s your boss, and I need to speak with him.
Vasilis: You in the wrong place, lady. … Now start to
drive off, and we gonna–
[ Liz slaps a handcuff on Vasilis. The other cuff is anchored inside the car ]
Liz: You want me to drive? [ Hitting the gas ] Okay.
Vasilis: Whoa, whoa! Hey, hey! Stop! … Stop! Stop, please! … Crisanto! He’ll know who you’re looking for.
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[ Crisanto gets in the car. Liz throws a thin chain around Crisanto’s neck, tightens it ]
Liz: If you panic, you’ll run out of air. If you run out of air, you’ll pass out. And if you pass out, you can’t answer my questions. And if you don’t answer my questions, I’ll kill you. Got it? Navarro. Where is he?
Crisanto: Never met him, but I know a guy. Pee-Wee. Runs things for Navarro. He’ll know. Pee-Wee will know. …
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[ Ressler is trailing Bishop, who is carrying a briefcase, on foot ]
Samar: Hamzah’s driver dropped him off at Union Station.
Ressler: [ Over comms ] Bishop’s heading south on 6th. … If Bishop’s The Informant, his alibi with the judge was a lie, which means she’s in on it, too. …
[ Ressler’s cellphone rings ]
Ressler: I’m busy.
Henry Prescott: Mr Sturgeon. The man you’re tailing is a client. … Tell your team to back off. … Bishop’s the informant. He stole the list. You nudged in, and then I gave him an alibi.
Ressler: The hit-and-run.
Prescott: … The hit-and-run was a murder.
Ressler: The judge swore it was an accident because the judge does what you tell her to do.
Prescott: Yep, just like you. Which is why when I told her to say that Bishop was with her when she saw it, that’s what she did. How’s that for power? I got a judge to admit to an affair she wasn’t having.
Ressler: There’s nothing I can do. We already got teams on the buyer.
Prescott: … Tell you team to stand down, or I will leak the dirt I have on you and you will be put away for life.
Ressler: [ On comms ] Something’s wrong. Bishop’s turning away from the station.
Samar: What do you mean? His buyer is here.
Ressler: He’s made you. If you don’t reposition, we risk
losing him. I need you to divert all units to the west parking lot. Suspect moving south, southwest.
[ Hamzah remains still seated on the bench in Union Station. He checks his watch ]
Samar: Reposition. Target’s on the move. Cover all southerly entrances. …
[ Bishop enters Union Station. When he passes Hamzah, Hamzah gets up and follows him ] [ Ressler watches as Bishop gets in line at a food stand. Bishop puts down his briefcase. Hamzah gets in line behind Bishop. He puts down his briefcase, picks up Bishop’s and walks away ] [ Bishop picks up the briefcase Hamzah left and leaves the line. Ressler follows him ]
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 [ Ressler walks up to Bishop, gun drawn ]
Ressler: Howard Bishop? FBI. You’re under arrest. Hands in the air. Navabi, I got Bishop in custody. Hamzah’s headed your way now.
Bishop: You’ve just made a horrible mistake.
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[ Ressler is in a large room. A file envelope lies on a table ] [ Henry Prescott enters ]
Prescott: You’re not my first client to grow a conscience. Go on. Open it.
Ressler: I paid my debt. I’m done.
Prescott: You disobeyed me.
[ Prescott slaps him ] [ Ressler draws his gun, sticks it under Prescott’s chin ]
Ressler: I said I’m through.
Prescott: What are you gonna do? Arrest me? On what charge? Murder? Of who? A cover-up? Of what? You have no evidence against me. You don’t even know my name.
But I know everything about you–
[ Prescott opens the envelope, takes out a set of incriminating photos and slaps them on the table ]
Prescott: –Starting with you pretending to be Frank Sturgeon and hiring me to dispose of the National Security Advisor. You’re a crooked cop, Agent Ressler. You know what they do to crooked cops in prison? One with such a pretty face?
Ressler: You’re right. I can’t arrest you but I can kill you. Which is what I’m gonna do if you ever ever get in touch with me again.
Prescott: Oh, I’ll be in touch.
Ressler: It’s your funeral.

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[ The Post Office ] [ Elevator door opens ] [ Samar enters ]
Samar: Do you remember Henry Prescott?
Ressler: Prescott?
Samar: The guy responsible for covering up Reven Wright’s murder.
Ressler: Yeah, I know who he is. I just, uh– Why
are you asking me?
Samar: Bishop is his client.
Ressler: Who told you that?
Samar: Bishop. I’ve been interrogating him for the last hour. …
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Cooper: Because of your arrest, Bishop and Hamzah are in custody, the sanctions list was recovered, and assets that would have been in the hands of terrorists have been frozen.
Samar: Bishop wasn’t across town when the list was stolen. The judge said they were together because Prescott told her to.
Ressler: Why would she do that?
Samar: Bishop doesn’t know, but the hit-and-run was planned. Prescott planted the judge there in advance as a witness, so it wasn’t an accident.
Ressler: It was murder.
Aram: The victim was Jasmine Perez, an MPDC Internal Affairs Investigator. …
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[ Pee-Wee is grilling meat in the kitchen on a restaurant. Liz enters ]
Liz: Pee-Wee. … Crisanto told me you could bring me to Navarro.
Pee-Wee: I just work the grill.
Liz: And launder money for Navarro.
[ Pee-Wee makes a move for his gun – Liz shoots 💥 him in the leg ]
Pee-Wee: Ah! Ahh.
Liz: Where’s he keep the money?
[ Another employee signals Liz. A cabinet contains bundles of bills ]
Pee-Wee: Who the hell are you?
Liz: I’m the woman you’re taking to Navarro. Now, you can either bring him a stranger–
[ Liz takes a bundle of bills and sticks it into the flame of the grill setting it ablaze ]
Liz: –Or you can bring him a stranger who you let burn all his money. What’s it gonna be? …
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Detective Farwell: Past month, Detective Perez had a few investigations go south on her. Evidence went missing, cops walked back testimony. … I think she was on to a dirty cop,
and he killed her to keep her quiet. … I told the investigating officers about them, but they showed no interest, which is why
I’m relieved to see you guys. Someone’s got to police the police.
Samar: We’d appreciate you letting us into her apartment so we can access her personal server.
Farwell: I’ll do one better. I’ll tell you her password. She shared it with me so I could keep up to date. It’s “Frank Sturgeon”.
Samar: Who’s Frank Sturgeon?
Farwell: She never said. Maybe the one who got away.
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[ Ressler and Samar are in their vehicle ]
Samar: There’s no record of a Frank Sturgeon on file. Do you think it’s an alias? Ressler? …


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[ At Detective Perez’s Apartment ]
Samar: Ressler. … What’s going on? You didn’t say a word on the way over here.
Ressler: We’re looking for a cop-killer. … Can you check the bedroom? Please?
[ Samar leaves ]
[ Ressler opens Perez’s desk. He finds a tablet and keys in the password ]
[ There are a number of file names listed, including “Donald Ressler.” He selects the file, then selects a recording ]

Audio recording:
Look, this is Detective Perez with Internal Affairs.
Whoever this is–
Ressler: I can’t arrest you, but I can kill you. Which is what I’m gonna do if you ever ever get in touch with me again.

[ Cellphone rings ]
Ressler: Yeah?
Red: Hello, Donald. I think it’s time for us to have a little chat.

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Ressler: How did you know about Prescott?
Red: I made it my business to know.
Ressler: Did you make it your business to know his real name? ‘Cause that would come in real handy right about now.
Red: Why, so you can kill him?
Ressler: How does The Informant fit into this?
Red: The Informant is a client of Prescott’s. You’re
Prescott’s fixer. I put you on to The Informant so Prescott would ask you to get off.
Ressler: Why would you do that?
Red: As a test. See how far down the rabbit hole you’d fallen. Good news is, you passed. Prescott asked you to look the other way, and you didn’t.
Ressler: Because of that, he’s going to destroy me.
Thanks for nothing.
Red: I thought we’d pay Bishop’s make-believe girlfriend a visit.
Ressler: The judge? Well, she knows I’m an agent. We can’t go in together.
Red: As long as you play dirty cop, we’ll be fine. Under the circumstances, I think you can manage that, can’t you?
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[ Knock on door ]
Judge Sonia Fisher: Who is it?
Ressler: Agent Donald Ressler. …
Judge Fisher: I have nothing else to say to you.
Red: Judge Fisher, I’m Raymond Reddington. Let me begin by saying I’m a great fan. You incarcerated three of my fiercest competitors. …
Judge Fisher: What is this all about, Agent Ressler?
Ressler: Well, Reddington and I, we, uh have an arrangement, like you and Prescott.
Judge Fisher: I-I don’t know anything about– …
Ressler: We know Detective Perez was murdered to cover up police corruption and that Prescott got you to lie about what you saw in order to protect her killer.
Judge Fisher: That’s ridiculous.
Ressler: The FBI is on its way right now to arrest you as an accessory after the fact of the murder of a cop. … Bishop’s already in custody. See, he
confessed. Cut a deal to testify against you.
Red: Speaking of deals, here’s mine. I need to talk to Prescott, and given my relationship with Donald, he’s no longer taking my calls. Tell me how to find him, and I’ll arrange safe passage for you out of the country to the city of your choosing. …
Judge Fisher: Were you honest once?
Red: I’m almost always honest.
Judge Fisher: Decent, then? Moral? I was all of those things once. Then, my 17-year-old son assaulted a
woman and suddenly, I wasn’t. A parent from his class – he was an attorney – called to say my son was in custody,
and the young woman was on the way to the hospital
to have a rape kit administered, and – did I want the whole thing to disappear?
Ressler: The attorney said that?
Judge Fisher: The next day, the rape kit vanished. I
didn’t ask him to do it, but I didn’t make him put it back. Without it, the charges were withdrawn.
Ressler: And you were in his debt.
Judge Fisher: Six months alter, he made his first request.
Ressler: The attorney did? What’s his name?
Judge Fisher: Mitchell Hatley. I suppressed evidence, I let the guilty walk free. How can I forgive myself?
Ressler: I don’t know.
Judge Fisher: I’m gonna get my coat.

Red: Forgiveness doesn’t mean accepting what you’ve done, Donald. It means understanding that the line dividing good and evil cuts through the hearts of all of us.

[ Woman screams at a distance ]
[ Ressler runs into the bedroom. The window is open. Stories below, Judge Fisher’s body is splayed out on the concrete ]

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[ A group of parents and kids are playing touch football. Henry Prescott (real name Mitchell Hatley) is among them. Red is in his car with Ressler, parked some distance away ]
Ressler: I never thanked you for what you did after Audrey died.
Red: You were preoccupied.
Ressler: I was crazed. And convinced I should kill the man who shot her. Do you remember what you told me to do? … You
said that once you cross over, there are things in the darkness that can keep your heart from ever feeling the light again. I didn’t go home, but I never crossed over. I never thanked you for that.
Red: Nor should you. Your circumspection afforded me the opportunity to take care of Audrey’s killer myself. It
was a win-win.
Ressler: I didn’t want Prescott’s real name so that I could kill him. I wanted it so I could arrest him.
Red: He goes to prison, so will you.
Ressler: I know, but I’m in the darkness, and doing the right thing is the only way I’ll ever feel the light again.
[ Ressler gets out ]
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Ressler: [ Walking up ] Hey, there. Wow. Looks like a fun time. Sorry to interrupt. …
Henry Prescott (Mitchell Hatley): What are you doing here, Frank? …
Janet: Do you know this man, Mitchell? …
Ressler: Special Agent Donald Ressler, FBI. Mitchell Hatley, I’m here to place you under arrest.
Prescott/Hatley: Arrest for what? This is insane. That is
a terrible, terrible idea.
Ressler: I know it is.
[ Prescott/Hatley pushes Ressler down, then runs. Ressler chases after him, dodging cars ] [ Tires screech ] [ Red’s car drives up; Red opens the back door knocking Prescott/Hatley down. Red & Dembe get out. Prescott/Hatley is on his back on the street. Ressler
stands over him with his gun pointing ]
Prescott/Hatley: [ Panting ] Go ahead, Agent Ressler. Pull the trigger. If you don’t, we both go to jail. Come on! [ Taunting ] Do it! [ Laughing ]
Red: [ Sternly ] Donald.
[ Donald puts away his gun and handcuffs Prescott/Hatley ] [ Red gets in the car with Dembe and it leaves the scene ]
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[ Bobby Navarro sits at a table drinking beer and running bills through a bundling machine ]
[ Knock on door ] [ Navarro looks out, sees Pee-Wee ]
Navarro: What the hell are you doing here?
Pee-Wee: Open up.
[ Lock clicks ] [ Door opens. Liz was holding up her cell phone with a video of Pee-Wee to the peephole ] [ Liz points her gun at Navarro ]
Liz: Remember me? Pee-Wee sends his regards. …
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[ Cooper’s Office ] [ Ressler taps on the door, then enters ]
Ressler: Got a minute?
Cooper: Agent Ressler, please sit.
Ressler: There’s something I need to talk to you about.
Cooper: It’ll have to wait. … There’s been an incident. I got a call from the Bureau of Prisons. There was an accident involving the transport vehicle moving Prescott. The transport was struck by an unknown assailant. We assume one of Prescott’s many friends felt he’d been compromised and didn’t want to see him make it to court. …

[ Prescott is chained inside an overturned prison transport vehicle. Gasoline is dripping on him ]
[ Red peers inside the the vehicle ]
Red: My good friend Donald Ressler sends his regards.
[ Red lights a match, tosses it into the van ~ 💥🔥💥 EXPLOSION 💥🔥💥 ]
Prescott/Hatley: Aah, aah! [ SCREAMING ]


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Cooper: As much as it pains me that Prescott won’t have his day in court, the records we’ve recovered will help us prosecute dozens of his clients.
[ Ressler hands Cooper an envelope ]
Cooper: What’s this?
Ressler: A signed confession.
Cooper: I don’t accept.
Ressler: Why not?
Cooper: When Prescott’s files came in, I thought maybe your name would be inside. It wasn’t.
Ressler: Well, it should have been. What happened with Prescott, the missing file – Reddington did that to protect me. … I think that you deserve truth.
Cooper: I know what’s inside this letter. Maybe not all the details, but I can guess. … I’m not interested in your feelings, Agent Ressler. I’m not interested in what you want. None of us ­are the people that we were before this task force started – before Reddington. …
[ Cooper puts Ressler’s envelope inside his suit pocket ]
Cooper: So, I’m going to hold on to this letter with the expectation that I’ll find you at your desk ­first thing tomorrow morning and every morning after that, ready to do your job until the work of this task force is finished. Then, and only then, will I send this letter through the proper channels.
[ Cooper reaches into a drawer and pulls out an envelope which he hands to Ressler ]
Cooper: And I expect you to do the same for me.