🔴 Season 5 Storybook: Episodes 1-3 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

 

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⭕ Next Episode 5:4 The Endling

 
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Brief: A plane and a penny (a rare Lincoln penny, worth upwards of $3 million) are Red’s first acquisitions toward rebuilding his empire. Smokey Putnam appears to be a capable logistics manager and Heddie Hawkins should work out for accounting. Ressler struggles with being fixer Henry Prescott’s new “indentured servant.” And Tom is about to learn more about the bones in the suitcase left by Mr Kaplan as Nik’s contact Pete McGee has managed to extract some DNA.
 

Promo 5:4 The Endling

 
The next episode of The Blacklist airs on Wednesday, October 18, 7pm Central/Chicago Time
 

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🔴 5:3 Miss Rebecca Thrall

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

 

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Blurb: Red has been winning, then losing, the winning Cooper over again with his madcap approach to restoring his empire. Liz has decidedly mixed feelings, having enjoyed the fun of taking down Greyson Blaise while knowing it was crazy and wrong. Tom, in the meantime, has witnessed a murder in which Red’s ruthlessness was evident – ruthlessness that it certain to be visited on him if Red finds out he is in possession of the mysterious suitcase containing a skeleton.

 

[ Two policemen break down the door of Scottie Stansbury’s apartment ]
Officer McGinnis: Baltimore PD. Come out, Stansbury. We got a warrant.
Officer Parker: We know you’re here, Scottie. …
[ The two officers separate. McGinnis finds Scottie in the kitchen ]
Scottie: Ah, please. I-If you take me in and my parole officer finds out I’ve been using–
[ Officer McGinnis is training his gun directly at Stansbury ]
Scottie: W- what’s going on?
McGinnis: I’m sorry, Scottie.
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[ A woman gets in his car with Officer McGinnis, hands him a slip of paper ]
McGinnis: You sure nobody followed you?
Miss Rebecca Thrall: Password to the account. Funds are now available.
McGinnis: [ Sighs ] I didn’t think it’d be this bad. …
Thrall: You’ve done your job. Now let me do mine.
 
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[ Returning to his room at the Terrace Vista Motor Lodge, Red sees it has been broken into. He turns around and knocks on the door of another room ]
Piper: What’s up, buttercup? You finally change your mind, decide to join me and Gary tonight in the hot tub?
Red: Yeah. Uh, tonight? Maybe. … I locked myself out of my room. I was hoping I might use your phone.
Piper: Oh, yes, of course, silly. Get in here. You coming to social hour tonight? Gonna bring Daddy’s favorite little pickle-bites. …
Red: Dariush! It’s Bruno. I’m sorry. I- I somehow locked myself out of my room.
[ Looking down on the central court Red sees three thugs walking around the pool ]
Red: I was hoping– Oh right. No. Oh, no, that’s fine. That would be gre– Wait.
I found it now! Never mind. I- Yeah, right here, in my pocket of all places. Okay. I’m sorry. Thank you.
Piper: I’ll tell Gary we’ll hot tub at 8:00.
Red: Don’t forget the pickle-bites.
 
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[ Red returns to his room, enters cautiously. On the mirror in the bathroom is written in soap “RIVERA WANTS YOU” ]
Red: [ On phone ] Dembe. Yeah. Did you get a plate number? Okay.
 
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Tom: Who is this guy anyways? I mean, what kind of “medical expert” agrees to help covertly identify human remains? …
Nik: He was the smartest kid at Harvard during my residency. Then he sort of dropped out. Today he’s plugged in to some kind of network of criminal drug activities. You two should get along swimmingly.
Pete: What up, Nikky? [ Sniffles ] … You must be –
Tom: Tom.
Pete: Cool fake name. You a cop? …
Nik: He is not a cop. And you are the smartest guy I’ve ever met … so I know you’re smart enough to run this DNA test, take the money you clearly need, and keep your mouth shut.
Pete: Look, those remains, if they’re damaged like you say – exposed to air, natural elements – then pulling DNA might be difficult. …
 
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Liz: Dembe told me you moved out of your hotel?
Red: Sadly, my time at the Terrace Vista has run out.
Liz: So, what, you’re apartment hunting?
Red: Yes. While you go on a hunt for some dirty cops. I believe the unfortunate incident with Officer McGinnis was far more than the stuff of headlines. I believe it was premeditated murder. …
Liz: McGinnis a paid-for killer. But according to this article, he has a clean record.
Red: The perfect alibi – an officer well-respected by his peers, paid by your government to carry a weapon to protect and serve the citizenry.
Liz: Killer cops for hire? Who’s hiring them? …
 
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Liz: Andrew McGinnis. He’s a rookie officer without a blemish on his record. The victim was Scott Stansbury who spent 20 years bouncing between prison cells, parole hearings, and rehab.
Samar: What about the pistol? The one Reddington said was planted?


Aram: It was registered to another owner who reported it stolen three weeks ago ….
Ressler: Look [ Sighs ] I know it’s not politically correct right now to say this, but, uh cops don’t kill people, they protect them.
Cooper: Most of them do. But the ones who let anger and emotion, prejudice and carelessness affect their behavior are every good cop’s worst nightmare. … [T]alk to McGinnis …
 

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Liz: You kicked the door down even though you got no response?
Officer McGinnis: No, ma’am, we went in because we had a warrant. The guy violated parole on a drug conviction.
Ressler: And when you got inside? …
McGinnis: Parker went one way. I went the other.
Liz: And that’s where you saw him?
McGinnis: Right. He was dumpin’ evidence – dope probably – down the drain. He saw me, pulled a gun. … He fired first. Two shots. So I returned. …
Liz: Which shot hit him?
McGinnis: Which shot?
Liz: He was hit once. You said you fired twice. I assume you remember which missed and which didn’t.
 

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Liz: He’s dirty.
Ressler: Why do you say that?
Liz: Said he shot twice and the second shot hit him.
Ressler: Well, that’s odd, it’s always the second shot that goes high, off the kick of the first.
Liz: Like I said – he’s dirty.
 
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Rebecca Thrall: Did you miss me, sweetheart?
[ The man nods, his body tenses, lurching forward against the restraints ]
Thrall: Aw, that’s nice. So nice. I missed you, too.
 
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Red: Word to the not-so-wise– When you come for someone, don’t show up in a rental car under your own name with a local address.
Chief Thug: [ Spanish accent ] You never delivered the guns. Two months Rivera is fighting BLO without them.
Red: Well, he won’t get them if I’m dead. …
Thug: Our brothers are dying – because of you. They cannot defend themselves. …
Red: He’ll have his guns within 36 hours.
 
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Dembe: A shipment of guns? You have no guns.
Red: Or money to buy them.
Dembe: Or a plane to deliver them in. This is impossible.
Red: No, Dembe – that periodontist from Tarkio? She was impossible. This is simply improbable.
 
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Miss Rebecca Thrall: I want to make my clients’ position clear – their son was unarmed when he was shot.
Ressler: Tell that to the cop that he shot at.
Mr Stansbury: A cop murdered our son!
Liz: If that’s what our investigation determines, that officer may well go to prison.
[ Ressler’s cellphone vibrates. Text: “Chrysler lhs at metro impound lot. Need you to pick up” ]
Mrs Stansbury: … When Scottie was a little boy, we
didn’t have money. We moved to this dump of a place– We didn’t know about the lead paint. It made him so sick. …
[ Ressler’s cellphone vibrates again. Text: “I need it NOW.” ]
Thrall: The lead paint in their unit left Scott cognitively impaired. We sued and were awarded a structured settlement worth a little under half a
million dollars. … The money was supposed to be disbursed over decades, almost like a paycheck that would show up every month for Scott.
Mrs Stansbury: But then Waterday showed up, waving $100,000 in front of Scottie. … 20 cents on the dollar. Of course, he didn’t see that. He just saw a check for more money than he ever dreamed of. There ain’t no way that my boy shot at that officer.
[ Ressler’s cellphone vibrates: “You got 5 seconds to call
me or I call your boss…” ] …
Ressler: I-I got to make a phone call.
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Prescott: Took you long enough.
Ressler: I’m not your errand boy.
Prescott: No. You’re my indentured servant. And you will be until you repay the debt you owe me for hiding your little mishap with the National Security Advisor’s skull. …
 
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Liz: [ Whispers ] Hey. What’s going on?
Ressler: Look, a friend of mine, uh– he did something, and instead of coming clean, he’s just digging himself a deeper hole.
Liz: And he needs you to dig himself out?
Ressler: Something like that.
Liz: [ Sighs ] Okay, go. I got this. …
 
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Glen Carter: [ Calls put ] 83? Number 83? Let’s go, lamb chop. You’re not gettin’ any younger.
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Red: I think this is the first time you’ve made it a priority to see me, and I appreciate that. Thank you, Glen. …
Glen: I like pokin’ you in the nose and watching you bristle, but after all you been through – it don’t feel right. The thrill is gone.
Red: It’s been – unpredictable.
Glen: How are the mighty fallen in the midst of battle! I knew you would show up sooner or later, hat in hand,
begging for help from ol’ Jellybean. What do you need?
Red: A million dollars.
Glen: Whoa! Are you dickin’ with me? I’m a government employee. I make 44 grand a year.
Red: Of which you don’t spend a cent. You live with your mother, and I’m confident you’ve amassed quite a nice nest egg from all your various extracurricular activities. … I need a million cash. Not to keep, to borrow. For two days. Glen, please, this is important.
Glen: [ Long pause ] Hey! Who loves ya, baby?
 
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Liz: Waterday Financial buys a ton of these structured settlements, mostly from people like Scott Stansbury.
Aram: Yeah, people without the cognitive ability to know they’re being duped. …
Samar: Reddington said someone is paying cops to commit murder. Does the financial settlement support
that theory?
Aram: … Waterday doesn’t just buy structured settlements, they also make loans. … And just last month, one of the cops [got] a loan is Officer McGinnis.
Liz: The same cop who shot Scott Stansbury.
Cooper: … That cannot be a coincidence.
 
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Mr Johnson: Of course it’s a coincidence. Look, we’re a nationwide company. We made over 1,400 home loans in the past fiscal year. 174 of them to cops. …
Liz: We’re gonna need to see the documents pertaining to your structured settlements and the loans you made to the members of the Baltimore Police Department.
Johnson: Do you have a warrant?
Liz: We can get one if you insist.
Johnson: I do insist, and you won’t get one.
Samar: And why is that?
Johnson: Well, because to get one, you’ll need to convince a judge what you think is going on here, which is as obvious as it is offensive – a payoff to a cop to get him to commit murder?
Samar: Is that what it was?
Johnson: [ Scoffs ] [T]he structured settlements that we buy only pay out as long as the victim is alive. Now, we paid Mr. Stansbury $100,000 for his settlement. At the time of his death, we had recouped $62,000. So, sure, someone may have wanted him dead, but not us. …
 
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Rebecca Thrall: Jennifer, of course you’re conflicted.
Officer Jennifer Serry: I mean, it’s just my sister is sick, but this really crosses a line.
Thrall: No. I-It isn’t only about the money or paying for an operation or even about saving your sister’s life. It’s- It’s also about the victim. His name is Robert Urwiller, and he’s suffering. Robert is cognitively impaired and no settlement amount will ever make him whole. … Statistics show it’s unlikely Robert will even ever make his 45th birthday. But you can let him go. You can end his suffering, and save your sister’s life in the process.
 
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Smokey Putnam: You busted me out to help you strategize. And I’m telling you, we need a covert landing strip where these boys can belly down a Gulfstream…that ain’t monitored by- by- by- by radar or FAA.
Heddie Hawkins: He doesn’t have the capital for a covert runway–
Smokey: Was I talking to you, gumdrop? …
Heddie: Why don’t you button your lip and figure out where to park the plane?
Smokey: Oh, I got a place.
Heddie: Is that fact? Where?
Smokey: Why don’t you bend over and I’ll show you?
Heddie: Bend over?!
Red: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Listen, you two need to find a covert
runway. I don’t care if you have to build it yourselves, just find it and try not to kill each other in the process.
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Red: Tom. Right on cue.
Tom: Liz said you wanted to see me?
Red: Yes. About a certain business venture I’m pursuing. I think you’d fit right in.
 
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Liz: The AUSA agreed we don’t have enough to get a warrant. [T]hey lost money on the deal plus, we only have one example …
Aram: … [W]e reviewed the class-action lawsuit that Stansbury was a part of. Now, out of 179 plaintiffs, four sold
their settlements to Waterday. Stansbury and these three.
[ Aram brings up photos of three people shot to death ]
Cooper: My God.
Aram: Two were shot by police after high-speed chases. The other charged an officer with a knife. Suicide by cop.
Samar: And the cops they all got loans from Waterday?
Aram: Loans that, as far as we can tell, they’ve never paid back.
Liz: We don’t know why, but Waterday appears to be financing assassinations. …
 
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Liz: FBI. Step away from your desk.
Samar: Who’s in charge of your cybersecurity?
Secretary: I am. Mr. Johnson’s secretary.
Samar: Where’s your boss?
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[ Cellphone ringing ]
Rebecca Thrall: It’s your office.
Johnson: Rhona knows not to call me unless it’s an emergency.
[ Rebecca holds up the phone for him ]
Johnson: Hey, what’s up? A-And they showed you a warrant? And what did they take? Um, you know what? Forget it. I’m on my way in.
Johnson: The FBI just raided the office. Did you hear what I said? The Feds know. They’re pulling the files, Rebecca. What? Rebecca. Come on! Let me up. We’re in trouble.
Thrall: We? They’re pulling your files from your office.
Johnson: Wha- Wait. Wait. Wait, wait, wait! Come on! What are you– Rebecca! Rebecca! Please! …
[ Rebecca pulls his mask over his face and compresses the tube which allows him to breathe ]
 
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Adika: Why should I make a deal with you, hmm? Until today, you dismissed me as a thick-necked sea lion.
Red: I believe I said walrus. I don’t remember, I was drunk at the time.
Tom: We’re here for some guns. .50 caliber, G3s, as discussed.
Adika: You brought money as discussed?
Red: The money won’t be a problem.
Adika: Money’s always a problem. I hear it may be your biggest problem. … This doesn’t feel right. You don’t feel right.
Red: On the contrary, I’ve never felt better. Now put away the gun before you do something you’ll regret. …
 
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Glen: Okay, okay, I’m here. I know I’m late. Traffic was a bitch. …
Adika: Who the hell is this?
Glen: Geynor Collins, TG&L Lending. I’m the moneyman. The one who makes the magic happen. …
[ Red opens Glen’s briefcase ]
Red: A million reasons for you to have faith in my financial fortitude. We’ll need the merchandise delivered by the end of day.
Adika: Leave the money. I will make some calls.
Red: … I’m not going to hand you a penny until Mr. Edwards has had a chance to inspect the shipment.
Adika: No deal, then. I need collateral.
Red: Then take Edwards. … Now get your merchandise in order. I’ll call you with a rendezvous site shortly. …
Adika: Take him.
Tom: [ Back at Red ] Really? …
 
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Red: Smokey, Buhari’s plane is supposed to land here in four hours. If I were throwing a picnic, it’d be lovely, but there are trees.
Smokey: The runway will be ready. …
Red: Smokey, if this doesn’t work–
Smokey: Mr. Reddington, I need you to trust me on this. We are going to belly that gunrunner’s plane in that field, so help me God, I just need 45 minutes to get Leroy and Quackers there. We’ll jive then, my friend.
Red: [ Hanging up ] Who the hell are Leroy and Quackers?
 

 
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Aram: [ On phone ] Based on the insurance records, I think maybe I figured out who the next target is.
Liz: Insurance records? Waterday’s in the insurance business, too?
Aram: Oh, no, but they take out a ton of it. Life-insurance policies on the lives of the people whose settlements they buy. … Waterday lost a few thousand on the settlement payouts, but they took out a $5 million policy on Stansbury’s life. So when he died, they made a fortune.
Liz: Let me guess they had policies on the other victims, too. …
Aram: Yes. Based on the three knowns – the recipient of a structured settlement, a preexisting medical condition, and a large insurance policy on their life – I found one name in the Waterday database – Robert Urwiller.
 
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[ Robert Urwiller walks into a convenience store. Outside, Officer Jennifer Serry sits in her squad car ]
Urwiller: Let me get two of them scratchers. Might be my lucky day.
 
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[ Elephant trumpets ]


[ At the remote construction site, Smokey has a crew of surveyors, site preppers – and Leroy and Quackers (the elephants) are clearing brush, leveling the ground, and marking off the strip with white chalk ]
Smokey: … Mikey and John, run a string line
and mow me some threshold mark- ings. Humber- to, check our compaction in the touchdown zone! Chip-chop! Chip-chop-chip, folks! Show time in 20!
Red: [ Chuckles ] My land! They don’t make men like that anymore, do they?
Heddie Hawkins: Thank the Lord.
 

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[ At the police metro car pound, Ressler finds the car Prescott told him to retrieve. It has a flat ]
Ressler: That’s it, huh?
Impound clerk: Yep.
Ressler: Was it brought in like that?
Impound clerk: No idea. Sign here. …
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[ Ressler opens the trunk of the car and retrieves the spare, opens the compartment looking for the jack and finds – a body, wrapped in plastic ]
 
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[ Jet engine whirs above as Adika Buhari’s jet appears ]
Dembe: It’s him.
Red: This ought to be interesting.
 
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Aram: [ On phone ] Agent Keen, I’ve got Urwiller’s car heading east on Irving Street. …
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[Siren of Officer Serry’s police car chirps]
[Officer Serry pulls Urwiller over]
Serry: License and registration, please. …
[ Urwiller leans over to reach the glove compartment. Officer Serry points her gun ]
Urwiller: Whoa! What are you doing?!
[ Siren wailing, Samar and Liz’s pulls up ]
Liz: FBI! Drop your weapon! Put the gun down. I’m not gonna warn you again.
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Red: Adika! How was your flight in?
Adika: Bumpy as hell. Are you trying to kill us all?
Red: Adika, I appreciate the good faith. And if your merchandise is as good as I hear, there’s no end to what you and I could–
[ Birds chirping, one call with a clear bell-like tone ]
Adika: What is it?
Red: Shh.
[The unusual bell-like bird call repeats]
Red: You hear that? There it is again.
Adika: I don’t hear anything.
[ Bird call repeats ]
Red: A piping plover. Their breeding grounds are along coastal beaches and alkali marshes, so to hear that bell-like call from a shorebird this far inland – my gosh, poor little fella must be
lost.
Adika: Do you want to talk birds or guns?
[ Tom opens crate of guns, takes out a rifle and slaps in a clip ]
[ Plover calls ] [ Tom tests the rifle 💥💥 💥💥 ] [ Chirping stops ]
Tom: Impressive.
Red: Not if you’re a lonely little plover.
Adika: The other five crates are in the jet. .50 caliber and 3Gs, as discussed. …
[ Sirens wail as vehicles approach ]
Red: Adika, what the hell have you done?
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— ATF! Everybody on the ground!
— ATF! Get on the ground!
— Let me see your hands! I said hands!
— Get on the ground now! I said don’t move!
Tom: [ To Red ] Nice work, Chief.
 
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[ Ressler pulls up in the Chrysler from the pound ]
Liz: Nice ride.
Ressler: Guy I was helping out – it belongs to him.
Liz: Okay. Why are you driving it?
Ressler: Turns out he killed a guy, stuck him in the trunk. I’m dumping the body for him.
Samar: Officer Serry won’t talk. …
Ressler: Mind if I take a run at her?
Liz: Why not – one crooked cop to the next? Maybe you can bond over the body in your trunk.
Samar: There’s a body in the trunk?
Liz: Hurry up before it gets ripe!
 
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[ Ressler walks over to Officer Serry, leans against a car ]
Serry: I told her I wanted a lawyer. I’m not answering any questions.
Ressler: A Mongolian peasant …
Officer Serry: She said the target was sick–
Ressler: She? Your contact was a woman?
Serry: –that he didn’t have long to live – that if I did it, I’d have money to take care of my sister. So I pushed the red button.
Ressler: Do you have a name? Some way to contact her?
 
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[ Cellphone ringing ]
Rebecca Thrall: Yes?
Officer Serry: I didn’t do it.


Thrall: We had an agreement.
Serry: I know. I just I couldn’t.
Thrall: Couldn’t or wouldn’t? You know what? There’s still time. … Can we meet somewhere? …
 

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[ Tom and Red are loaded into the back of an ATF wagon. Adika and his men are loaded into another. Adika and Red exchange glances ]
Tom: You know, I told Liz that I didn’t want to do this – that I wanted no part of it. But she insisted that we work things out.
Red: Women.
Tom: And now we’re going to prison. I’m going away to prison because of you. And the only saving grace is that … Liz will
finally be rid of you.
Red: And here I was thinking she had finally made peace with me.
Tom: She had – because she’s kind and decent and she sees the best in people – even when she’s being lied to.
Red: You’re certainly living proof of that.
Tom: I’m an open book compared to you. I know you swear you never lie to her, but I know better.
Red: Do you now?
Tom: Yeah. I do.
 
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[ Rebecca Thrall pulls into a garage where a police vehicle is parked. Her engine shuts off ]
Liz: It’s her. SWAT Commander, target is on site. We move on my go.
[ Thrall walks over to the police car, a gun to her side. She aims through the glass at the driver ]
[ 💥💥💥 💥💥] [ The shots do not pierce it ]
Ressler: Ah. Bulletproof glass. Good to see you again, Ms Thrall.
 
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[ Smokey, dressed in ATF gear, lets Red and Tom out of the wagon ]
Red: If you’re gonna leave me locked up with someone, perhaps it could be a redhead with a nice smile and a friendly demeanor. …
Smokey: Sorry it took so long. Once I knew Humberto had your African friend and his chums in transpo, I stopped for some Bengay ointment. Think I overdid it with
my back.
Tom: These guys work for you? I thought I was going to jail – that I was never gonna see my family again. You’re telling me this whole thing was about getting some guns?
Red: Not just guns. [ Indicates the parked plane ] A man needs to travel, and when traveling, I like to stretch out a little.
Tom: That Buhari thug could’ve killed me if this had gone wrong.
Red: Tom, if I wanted to get rid of you, I’d put the bullet in your head myself. However, you are important to Elizabeth, so, like it or not, you’re important to me.
[ Red pats Tom on the cheek ]
Red: There’s a piping plover out here somewhere. Have either of you heard it?
 
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Cooper: I understand you stumbled your way into a new jet.
Red: Yes! I can’t wait to get airborne. This is the longest I’ve been grounded in some time. But not to worry, Harold, it’s a two-for-one special this week – You not
only get Miss Rebecca Thrall, you also get that despicable African gunrunner your agency has been hunting for years. I need you to arrange for him to be taken into FBI custody directly from my people.
Cooper: You still have people?
Red: I make friends easily. …
 
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Liz: I know he can be terrible sometimes, but come on – elephants? That sounds at least amusing.
Tom: Yeah, for him, maybe. I- I was taken hostage, all right? He could’ve gotten me killed. I cannot believe that you are related to him. [ Whispering ] Because he’s a nutjob.
Liz: Nutjob or not, he is my father. And I- I appreciate you offering to help him. Means the world to me. …
Tom: Okay.
[ Liz leaves ] [ Tom’s cellphone beeps ]
Tom: Nik.
Nik: McGee just called. Said he was able to extract DNA from a tooth.
Tom: Well, that’s great. Nik – Thank you. Look, just, uh let me know the minute you know more.
[ Red looks on as Tom closes the door ]
 
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Red: You know, Donald, before I turned myself in to the FBI, I held people like you in extremely low regard.
Ressler: Right back at you.
Red: But I’ve found your determination to do the right thing, your genuine commitment to the thin blue line that separates order and innocence from the likes of me to be quite admirable.
Ressler: Why are you telling me this?
Red: I want you to know you can count on me if you ever find yourself in as difficult position as Officer McGinnis has put himself in.
Ressler: Never gonna happen.
Red: Nevertheless, my offer stands. For the day I hope will never come.
 
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Ressler: Who was he?
Prescott: Who was who? All you did was get a car out of impound. And you’ll be getting your next assignment real soon.
 
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Dembe: She’s a nice plane, Raymond.
Red: No fuel and no pilot, but a plane of our own.
Dembe: [ Sighs ] I like it out here. It’s peaceful.
[ Glen appears ]
Glen: [ Loudly ] I’m telling you the mosquitos out here are the size of birds! Agh!
Red: Glen, you came for your money, which has been returned in full and while I’m deeply grateful for what you’ve done, you’re perfectly welcome to go.
Glen: Nah, I know what it’s like to feel alone, partner. Ahh. Denbee. Want another dog?
Dembe: No, thank you.
Glen: Well, I don’t mind if I do.
[ Glen takes a hot dog, farts, groans ]
Glen: Excuse me. That’s right – mosquitos or not, I’m afraid we’ll be sleeping with the door to the jet open tonight, boys.
[ Glen sits next to Red ]
[ Red smiles wanly, gives Glen a beer. They lift their drinks to each other ]
[ Red pats Glen on the back ]
 

 
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Blurb: Red has been having a blast, relaxing poolside, collecting colorful new associates and pursuing the occasional criminal to keep Cooper happy. He and Liz are hitting it off as a father/daughter act. Aram and Samar are now a couple. Ressler is in debt to fixer Henry Prescott for helping him hide his involvement in Laurel Hitchin’s death. Tom has returned from his adventures and holds the key to Red and Liz’s future relationship – a suitcase full of bones, left to him at the suicide of Mr Kaplan – a suitcase Red is desperate to recover.

 
[ New York City ]
[ A masked man dressed in black enters a room containing an museum collection. He cuts through the case with a laser torch and removes a magnificent necklace, slipping it into a woman’s clutch. He leaves, shedding his black jacket, gloves and mask ]


 

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[ A woman, Phoebe, addresses a group of finely dressed socialites ]
Phoebe: Truly a labor of love, to be able to bring this magnificent collection to our city.
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[ Greyson Blaise enters ]
Anna Cartwright: Where have you been? They’re about to start.
Greyson Blaise: Well, you left your clutch in the car there.
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Phoebe: Mr. Greyson Blaise.
Greyson: Thank you, Phoebe. … [H]ere, and on loan from the Smithsonian [l]adies and gentlemen, it is with great pleasure that I give to you – the Napoleon Diamond Necklace.
[Applause]
[ The door of the room to the art display is opened, revealing that the necklace is gone ]
Guard: [ Into Walkie-Talkie ] Lock everything down. The necklace has been stolen.
[ Anna looks into her clutch. The necklace is there ]
Anna: You’ve been a naughty boy.
Greyson: You said you had to have it. …
 
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[ Liz and Tom’s apartment ]
Tom: You know what we need?
Liz: To have sex?
Tom: We need to get married. We never got married.
Liz: Yeah. Great. First, let’s have sex.
Tom: Okay. …
 
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Red: Myron, I’m in your debt.
Myron: Lotta good that’ll do me if the boys find out I was here.
Red: Your associates are buzzards. But you, my friend, will always be welcome at my table.
[ Myron leaves. Red hands Dembe a post-it ]
Red:This man gets us to a man named Dennison, and Dennison gets us to the suitcase.
 
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[ Liz enters with Cooper ]
Red: Harold, Elizabeth, please sit. … Greyson Blaise. …
You want a Blacklister, I’m giving you one. …
Liz: Greyson Blaise? Isn’t he the one who circumnavigated the globe in a hot-air balloon?
Red: And raced at Le Mans and trekked across the Sahara and stole Van Gogh’s “Poppy Flowers” from a museum in Cairo.
Liz: He’s an art thief.
Red: A thrill-seeker. A Van Gogh in Cairo. A Picasso in Rio. And last night in New York, a necklace – The Napoleon necklace. …
Cooper: So how do we get to him?
Red: There’s an auction in Zagreb 36 hours from now. I’m told Blaise will be there.
Cooper: Taking down someone with Blaise’s profile is exactly what we need right now. …
 
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[ At the auction in Zagreb, Croatia ]
Auctioneer: We move on, then, to lot 348. Might I remind you that this rare collection…
Liz: [ Whispers To Red ] I don’t see him. Do you?
Auctioneer: Includes the finest known bronze cent from each mint, including the unique 1943-D bronze penny … Shall we open the bidding, then, at $1.8 million? … $1.8 million now. $1.8 million.
[ Red flips his paddle to bid ]
Liz: What are you doing?
Red: I can’t resist.
Liz: Are you insane?
Red: Elizabeth, we’re at an auction. I have to bid on something.
Liz: You don’t have any money.
Red: Harold does, and it’s important for me to keep up appearances. …
Auctioneer: $2.4 million.
Red: Anything under 3 for the bronze Lincoln penny is highway robbery. It’s a steal.
Liz: Knock it off. [ Liz takes the paddle from Red ]
Greyson Blaise: 3.
Auctioneer: … Sold to you, sir at $3 million, paddle 143.
[ Greyson Blaise looks back at Red ]
Red: Well, at least we got his attention.
 
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[ Nik Korpal, an ER MD who was once engaged to Liz, enters a parking garage ] [ Tom approaches ]
Nik: Whatever it is, the answer is no.
Tom: Two minutes. Okay, less. Please.
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Nik: Reddington’s her father? … That sucks, but what does this have to do with me?
Tom: Nothing. That mystery has been solved. But this one hasn’t.
[ Opens suitcase with bones ]
Nik: Who is that?
Tom: I don’t know. That’s why I’m here.
Nik: I can’t help you.
Tom: … Mr. Kaplan died so that Liz could find this skeleton and identify the remains.
Nik: Liz is an FBI agent. Why can’t she have the Bureau ID them?
Tom: Because she doesn’t know about them yet.
Nik: Your two minutes are up. …
 
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Greyson Blaise: Raymond Reddington. I didn’t know you were a collector.
Red: Yes! But $3 million for a book of coins is a bit rich even for my blood.
Greyson: [ To Liz ] I’m sorry. I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure. Greyson Blaise.
Liz: Colleen Williams.
Anna: Anna Cartwright.
Greyson: I’m surprised to see you here, Raymond. I heard you were, uh, struggling.
Red: If you’re struggling, you’re alive.
Greyson: They say that your associate, the woman– She, uh, she tried to destroy you.
Red: Anna, those are lovely earrings.
Anna: Mm, they were a gift from Greyson.
Red: Cheers!
Liz: Wow. Those are just exquisite. Uh, may I?
Anna: Yeah.
[ Liz touches one of Anna’s earrings, attaching a tiny tracking device ]
 
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Red: Rumor has it you may be in the mood to unload a certain waterway in the Aegean Sea.
Greyson: Oh, I suspect you know surprisingly little about my business dealings.
Red: Perhaps, or perhaps there’s a leak in the boat, Greyson– One we’d need to plug before hopping into the canoe together. … Let’s go somewhere, have a drink.
Greyson: I don’t think so. It’s getting late. …
Red: Well, if you change your mind or care to see the Rembrandt, give me a call.
Greyson: Wait. The Rembrandt?
Red: “Storm on the Sea of Galilee.”
Greyson: That painting’s been missing for nearly 30 years.
Red: [ Chuckles ] Missing? The thing’s hanging on the wall of my house on Lake Como. Oh, my gosh. That’s it. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it earlier. We’re having a get-together at the house Saturday. You should come. … Drinks in the garden. We can talk a little shop, and you can experience “Sea of Galilee” in the flesh.
Greyson: I’m busy Saturday. Mm. But if my plans change, I might try and swing by – for the Rembrandt. [ Chuckles ] Cheers, Raymond.
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Liz: I thought you were broke. I didn’t know you had a house – on Lake Como.
Red: I don’t. … I hope Harold’s still in the office. Can you call him?
Liz: And say what?
Red: That we need his checkbook. We’re throwing a party.
 
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Cooper: You want the FBI to throw you a party? Why on God’s green earth would I agree to that?
Red: Because I told Greyson Blaise I was throwing a party. I-I’m sorry, I’m just so confused, Harold. Do you not like parties?
Cooper: I’m trying to figure out why you promised Blaise he could see a painting you don’t own at a party you’re not throwing at a home on Lake Como which you don’t have.
Red: I had to say something. …
Ressler: The FBI isn’t exactly in the business of, uh, throwing criminals parties.
Red: Let me worry about the house and the party. I only need your assistance acquiring the painting.
Samar: “The Sea of Galilee” was stolen in 1990. No one
has seen it since.
Red: Amalia Hammett sees it every day. It’s sitting on an easel in the living room of her apartment in Paris.
Liz: How do you know that?
Red: I brokered the sale.
Cooper: And you want us to steal it back. …
 
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Ressler: Hey, Navabi, you got eyes?
Samar: Not yet. Any minute. Aram says her calendar indicates that she and Marius have a manicure every Thursday at 11:00.
Ressler: He sounds like a real heartthrob. Who is this guy, her boyfriend?
Samar: More like her bitch. …
[ Samar enters the apartment building ]

Ressler: You and I got a problem. … The old lady’s coming back with her hamster.
[ Samar finds the living room with the easel – but a different painting ]
Samar: The painting– It’s not where Reddington said it would be.
Ressler: What are you talking about?
Samar: “The Sea of Galilee” It’s not here. It’s gone.
Ressler: Well, Hammett’s on her way up.


[ Amalia Hammett enters her apartment ]
Samar: The Rembrandt– Where is it?
Amalia Hammett: Excuse me! What are you doing in my flat? I have no earthly idea what you’re talking about. Out! Get out! I’m calling the police.
[ Samar takes her phone ]
Samar: You’re not calling anyone.
[ Ressler steps up behind Samar ]
 

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[ Lake Como, Italy ] [ Red and Liz get out of a taxi at a large estate ]
Liz: It’s amazing. How’d you convince the owner to let you use it?
Red: I haven’t, but I will. Sometimes being notorious has its perks.
 
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Red: I know I’ve thrown a lot at you, so please, take time to discuss.
Analia Beneventi: So, you want to take our house.
Red: Ah, not take. Borrow.
Analia: Ah. …
Red: We’ll let you two talk.
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Analia: [ Loudly ] No.
Red: What?
Analia: My husband, Paolo – He says no.
Red: Analia, who plays the piano?
Analia: Paolo.
Red: I see. Please tell Paolo he’s hosting a party tomorrow afternoon. He can either drink champagne and tickle the ivories or spend the rest of the night locked in the wine
cellar.
Analia: [Italian (no subtitles)]
Paulo: Hmm.
Analia: [ Smiles; To Red ] What kind of music would you like?
 
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Red: What do you mean she sold it?
Ressler: It’s gone, out of the country.
Red: … She promised that if she ever decided to let that painting go, she’d allow me to broker the sale. Donald, we need that painting.
Ressler: It’s not here and we can’t get it, so I hope you have a plan B.
 
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Dale Pettigrew: I’m out of the game!
Red: Dale, hear me out. I’ll double your highest fee.
Dale: Raymond, I like you, I do. But this isn’t about the money. The thrill is gone.
Red: Right. You know what, never mind. It would’ve been impossible.
Dale: What’s impossible? … What are you trying to duplicate?

Red: “Galilee.”
Dale: Impossible! Nobody can recreate Rembrandt. You’d have to be a fool to try!
Red: Uh, forget I asked. It was a mistake. You’re on to other things.
Dale: How long until you need it?
Red: 24 hours.
Dale: You’ll have it in 20. …
 

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Red: You look nice.
Liz: Thank you, you look– What is that?
Red: I only brought one suit. I had to borrow something from Paolo.
Liz: What color is that, pumpkin? It looks like a pumpkin.
Red: His wife says it’s Tuscan Sunset.
Liz: Ah.
Red: Where’s Ressler?
Liz: On his way, which is more than I can say for Blaise. According to the tracker I put on his girlfriend, they’re still at their house. …
 
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[ At Greyson Blaise’s house ]
Security Guard: The men just finished a security sweep. Found this.
[ He shows Greyson the tracking device Liz put on the back of Anna Cartwright’s earring ]
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Liz: What do you mean, you intended for the tracking device to be found?
Red: To gain his trust. I told Blaise he had a mole. The tracking device confirms it.
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Anna: Reporting what? I don’t ev–
Greyson: Get her out.
Anna: No, Greyson, baby, please! Greyson! [ To guards: ] Get off! Greyson!
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Liz: Anna Cartwright is not a spy.
Red: No, she’s a con artist and a thief.
Liz: But she’s innocent of this, and by framing her, she could be killed.
Red: She won’t be killed. She’ll be banished. To rebuild, I need Blaise. And to get to him, I need his trust. Where the bloody hell is Ressler?
 

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Security Guard: How’d you know about Anna?
Greyson: I didn’t. Raymond Reddington did. Perhaps I should attend his little party after all.
 
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Liz: Okay. The good news is Ressler is en route and the painting will be here in 20 minutes.
Red: And the bad news?
Liz: Blaise just walked in.
Red: Of course he did.
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Red: Greyson! – Welcome.
Greyson: Raymond. It seems like the rumors of your demise have been exaggerated.
Red: Fake news, curse of our times.
Greyson: So, where’s this painting?
Red: I have absolutely no idea. So many rooms, so many masterpieces. Let’s wander. I’m sure we’ll stumble upon it eventually. …
 
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Calvin: Can I help you?
Tom: Yeah. I just need to change the, uh, billing address on my account.
Calvin: Sure, I can help you with that. … Let me get your number.
Tom: It’s 202-555-0105.
Calvin: Mr Dennison?
Tom: You don’t have to call me Mr. I’m sorry, man. My wife just, uh, just left me.
Calvin: Oh, no, no. That’s fine, uh – Albert. No worries. I’ll get that billing address changed for you. Just, uh, let me get the last four of your social.
Tom: Seven years we’ve been together, you know?
Calvin: Sorry.
Tom: And she’s sleeping with her boss?
Calvin: What?
Tom: And now I’m the one who has to move out. And I
found that apartment, you know? I remodeled it myself, and now I’m sleeping on my buddy’s couch. And she’s banging a guy named Phil!
Calvin: That’s messed up. … If I could just get that new address where you want the bill sent, I’ll fix you right up.
Tom: I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s, uh, it’s 618, uh, Hillgrove.
Calvin: Great. So, uh, you want me to discontinue the copy being sent to … 319 Kinsey Street?
 
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Red: I’d be a completely silent partner. Harold Lloyd hanging from the clock tower, risking all, saying nothing.
Greyson: It’s an interesting proposal.
Red: My goods run through your ports. If I’m caught, you disavow; If I’m not, you get 5% of the profits.
Greyson: 10% and you have a deal – if you show me the painting.
Red: Yes. Of course, it looks even better if you’ve got a glass of champagne in your hand. Where is that young girl? Don’t move a muscle.
 
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Liz: Finally!
Ressler: Apparently, genius can’t be rushed.
Dale: Careful! It’s still wet.
Samar: There’s an entrance on the south side leading into the study.
 
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[ Analia offers Red and Greyson more Champagne ]
Red: Analia, just in the nick of time.
Greyson: No, enough with the champagne and the stalling. Do you have the painting or not?
Red: As a matter of fact, – I don’t. Truth be told,
I’m broke.
Greyson: I knew it. And thi – all of this, the estate?
Red: It belongs to Analia here.
Greyson: The caterer.
Red: A-And the pianist, Paolo. They lent it to me under duress.
Greyson: Is that true?
Analia: Si.
 

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Liz: Leaving so soon?
Greyson: As far as I’m concerned, sugar, it can’t be soon enough.
Liz: Oh, but you haven’t seen the painting yet.
[ Liz takes him by the arm and guides him. Red follows behind ]
 
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Greyson: What’s this?
Ressler: We were just, uh, taking it down to–
Greyson: I don’t understand. Y-You said you didn’t have it.
Red: I don’t. You do. That’s why my men were taking it down. A gift to commemorate our new partnership.
Greyson: It’s beautiful. So much more vivid than any photograph. The colors jump out, almost as if the oils on the canvas were still wet.
[ Greyson reaches to touch it. Red intervenes ]
Red: … And now it’s yours.
Greyson: No. I’m sorry, but I-I couldn’t.
Red: You could, and you will. Wrap it up and load it into his vehicle.
Greyson: I don’t know what to say. … Thank you, Raymond.
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Liz: I can’t believe it worked. …
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Red: Inspector Scutari? Yes, hello. I’m calling about the stolen painting. Si­, the Rembrandt. …
 
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[ Greyson Blaise and driver run into a police road block near his mansion ]
Driver: Sir, you seeing this?
[ The car stops and they are immediately arrested ]
 
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Ressler: It worked. The entire plan. Blaise agreed to align his operation with Reddington’s, and then, Reddington turned him in to the Italian police.
Samar: Apparently, it was all pre-planned. There was an art-crime inspector waiting for Reddington’s call. …
Cooper: This makes no sense. The whole reason to go there was to convince Blaise to do business with Reddington.
Samar: So he played us, but why?
 
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Red: I told you. The reason we’re here is to rebuild my empire.
Liz: By partnering with Blaise, by getting him to vouch for your financial situation.
Red: That is a lily I may have gilded, but it’s a lovely evening on Lake Como. Let’s not spoil it picking the sense from the nonsense.
Liz: Where are you going?
Red: Blaise’s mansion is about 15 minutes from here, and inside it is the cornerstone on which I can begin to rebuild.
Liz: Are you telling me that this entire thing– The forgery, the mansion, the 150 bottles of wine and Blaise’s arrest– Were all an extremely expensive and elaborate ruse so that you could rob him?
Red: Yes.
Liz: [ Enthusiastically ] Cool!
Red: Cool?
Liz: Maybe the wine or the fact that I have no legal jurisdiction in Italy or that Blaise called me “sugar” earlier, but yeah I think it’s really cool.
 
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[ Red and Liz pull up to Greyson Blaise’s mansion ]
Security Officer: Help you with something?
Red: What are you doing? Why aren’t you destroying everything?
Security Officer: Destroying? I’m sorry, who are you?
Red: They haven’t notified you? We’re on the brink of a Level 4 breach!
Security Officer: What is your name?
Red: My name? Caden Gard, Chief International Council for your employer. …I don’t have time for this. I-I’m only here because Blaise has been arrested less than 20 minutes ago, and within another 20, this place is going to be crawling with Carabinieri. …
Security Officer: We just got a tip from our man in Interpol. They said that–
Red: That Blaise was arrested. What do you think I’m standing here for? Miss Chloe and I are only here because this is a Single Scope SCI sweep.
Security Officer: I- I d-don’t know what that is. …
Red: All right. Radio your team – Everyone! Tell them I’m on site and we’re at Tier 3, okay? Miss Chloe, contact our man in Interpol. Find out how much time we have. If anyone shows up, the alert word is “pumpkin.” You, inside.
 
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Red: Cellphones, pagers, anything with a chip needs to go in the microwave right now!
Liz: Egidio says the police are on their way – 15 minutes, maybe less.
Red: You. Can you access the security feeds?
Man: Yes, sir.
Red: Get there and destroy them. Okay people, listen up –
Sugarfoot has been arrested, and time is of the essence. … You and you, I need you to find anything with a hard drive, get it in the bathtub. You two, you’re on paperwork. Anything with numbers gets burned. Somebody show Miss Chloe the financials. And you, show me Yankee Bob White.
Man: Sir?
Red: The safe! Where’s the safe?
 
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[ Red flips through a bunch of papers ]
Red: Oh, my God. He’s keeping financials on the entire staff. This could implicate all of us. Take it downstairs and burn it. You, get me the combination to that safe. …
Liz: [ Whispers, To Red: ] Before we get killed, you mind telling me what we’re looking for?
[ A woman runs in ]
Red: Blaise’s passports – Find them, shred them. …
[ The woman keys in the combination to the safe, takes out a thrumb drive ]
Woman: Some of the records are on paper, but Mr. Blaise – He keeps the important docs on this thumb drive. [ She gives the thumb drive to Liz ] … What about the painting? “Dance”?
Liz: The Picasso?
Red: Get it out of here, anywhere. H-Have them put it in my car.
[ The woman hurries out. Liz takes a small box from the safe and opens it ]
Liz: [ Gasps ] [ It’s the Napoleon necklace ]
Red: Take it.
Liz: What?
Red: Take it.
[ Red is paging through a collection book of coins. He takes one out ]
Liz: Uh– The Lincoln Penny? That’s what we’re here to steal, a coin?
Red: Do you have the thumb drive? …
 
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[ Red and Liz exit the mansion and get into Red’s car ]
Liz: [ Chuckles ] Is that really a Picasso in the back seat?
Red: Yes. That was a nice surprise.
[ Engine starts, revs] [ Tires screech ]
 
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[ Back in DC ]
Red: Harold, you’re obviously upset.
Cooper: No, I’m not upset. “Upset” is an emotional word. My reaction isn’t about emotion. It’s about my job. It’s about you consistently keeping me in the dark and refusing to respect my role as the head of this task force. …
Red: My mistake. I thought you might be upset. …
Cooper: So nobody gets him.
Red: Wrong. You get him, Harold. You and this Task Force.
[ Red gives Cooper the Napoleon necklace ]
Red: Because while the Carabinieri have bogus evidence, you have the genuine article. Fast, hard proof of Blaise’s criminal activities all over the globe.…
Cooper: What was in that house that was so important?


 

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Red: Penny for your thoughts.
Liz: Why’d you do it?
Red: Why’d you let me? It wasn’t the wine.
Liz: I’m scared of you. Now more than ever. Of who you
are, because you might be who I am, too. I let you do it because it felt like the right thing to do. It wasn’t. But it certainly felt that way because–
Red: Because you’re my daughter?
Liz: In more ways than I care to admit.
 
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[ Door creaks ] [ Tom enter warily ]
Tom: Are you Dennison? Who did this to you?
[ Tom pulls down the gag ]
Dennison: [ Coughs ]
Tom: What happened? You okay? Who did this to you?
[ Elevator bell dings ] [ Elevator doors slide open] [ Tom pulls Dennison’s gag back up ]
Tom: I’m sorry.
[ Tom goes into the closet, pulling shut the louvered doors ]
[ Door creaks ] [ Red and Dembe enter ]
Red: Albert? Albert, look at me. Do you know who I am?
[Dennison nods]
Red: You’re a tough son of a bitch. Your loyalty to Kate is admirable. But you will die, Albert here and now, if you don’t tell me where that suitcase is. Who has it? I won’t ask you again.
Dennson: [ Laughs ] [ Crying ]
[ Red shoots Dennison in the chest 💥💥💥 ]
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[ After Red and Dembe leave, Tom comes out, pulls down Dennison’s gag ]
Dennison: [ Grunts ]
Tom: Hey, hey. Who– Why did I pick up the suitcase?
Dennison: Ole–
Tom: What?!
Dennison: Oleander. Find him. … [ Loses consciousness ]
 
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Nik: [ On phone ] Hey, it’s me.
Tom: Nik, what’s up?
Nik: I’ve been thinking about this, what you said. I have no interest in getting involved with Reddington, but if what you said If you think Liz is in some kind of danger, just tell me what you need me to do, okay? …
 
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Liz: Wow, smells amazing!
Tom: Yeah, well, hold your judgment until you’ve tried it, because I might end up killing us all.
Liz: “Us all”? What’s going on?
[ Doorbell rings ] [ Liz runs to the door and opens it ]
Red: Elizabeth, good evening.
Liz: Hello! What’s going on?
Red: Tom didn’t tell you? I was invited to dinner.
Tom: I set four place settings. Every time I see you, you’re with Dembe, so I just thought …
Red: Thank you, Tom. I regret I can’t stay. I have another engagement, … but at least you’ll have plenty of leftovers. Before I go, let’s have a toast.
Liz: What exactly are we celebrating?
Red: Tom’s return, of course! Your family must be very happy to have you back. I remember warning you not to embark on that silly adventure. But nothing ventured, nothing gained. Welcome home.
Tom: Cheers. So, what have you been up to?


 

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Blurb: Season 5 Premiere. Red’s assets have been decimated by the now dead-by-suicide Mr Kaplan. Liz has shared with Red a DNA report showing him to be her father. National Security Advisor Laurel Hitchin disbanded the grand jury investigating the Task Force – but then was inadvertently killed by Ressler who has taken steps to secretly dispose of her body. Tom has a suitcase full of bones which Mr Kaplan ordered released to Liz in the event of her death. Oh! – and Samar and Aram have kissed.

 

 

[ Outside a small restaurant Red is sitting at a table outside a restaurant ]
[ A man in a vintage red Corvette convertible pulls up to the Valet Parking and revs his engine ]
[ Red grabs a ticket from the valet stand unnoticed and approaches the Lead Valet. He shows the ticket to him ]
Red: It’s not here yet?
Lead Valet: Sir?
Red: I had the maitre d’ call for my car about 20 minutes ago. …
Lead Valet: Sir, so sorry. … The car’s been picked up.
Red: [ Scoffs ] The hell it has! … I haven’t picked my car up. I’ve been in your restaurant eating lunch.
[I]f my Range Rover is gone– … I need to speak to your manager, okay?
[ The Lead Valet goes into the restaurant ] [ Red walks up to the man in the Corvette ]
Red: I am so sorry. We’re having a little employee situation.
Man in Corvette: I don’t want to hear it, boss. Just do your job and park the car.
[ Red gets in the Corvette. Engine revs. He takes off, tossing the ticket ] …


 

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Red’s car guy: My God, Raymond. She’s a beauty.
Red: Yes. Yes, she is.
Car guy: How’d she do?
Red: Like Bergita Olofson in her parents’ rumpus room on a Saturday night.
 
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[ At the Terrace Vista Motor Lodge, Red pays his bill ]
Red: [ Laughs ] This should cover my outstanding debt, along with the rest of the month. And, Dariush, if it’s not too presumptuous, I’d like pay for drinks at tonight’s social hour.
I’m feeling flush. …
 
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Cooper: The new FBI director got sworn in today. And his first order of business is a Bureau-wide review of all special operations. …
Samar: What they’ll find is that Reddington gives us more high-level targets than anyone else in the Bureau.
Cooper: I’m not worried about his ability to provide us cases. I’m worried we may have a perception problem. …
Ressler: “Perception,” sir?
Cooper: There was a DNA test between Reddington and Keen. And it’s only a matter of time before I have to disclose the results of that test.
Ressler: Which were?
Cooper: Raymond Reddington’s her father.
 
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[ At the motel; Muzak playing ] [ Footsteps approach ]
Liz: Reddington?
Red: Elizabeth. … Soda pop?
Liz: You’re living here.
Red: I make my bed where I lay my head. … I got to tell you, I’m thinking about making it permanent. …
Liz: I thought you’d be a little bit more proactive, trying
to find ways to rebuild, crawl your way back to the top. Where’s Dembe?
Red: Dip your toes in. I swear Dariush keeps the pool at body temperature. You can’t even feel the water.
Liz: [ Chuckles ] I’m glad you’re having a nice time. But Cooper actually sent me to see if you might have a case.
Red: Then I suppose I’ll need my pants.
 
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Red: Good afternoon. … I’ve always wanted to hunt for bounty.
Maurice: You’re Raymond Reddington.
Red: And you’re a bail bondsman, which means you’re likely looking for a fugitive. I believe I can help. … Your biggest case. Who is it? …
Maurice: You’re offering to help me find a fugitive? You’re a fugitive.

Red: And as much as it pains me to hunt one of my own, it pains me more to admit I need the cash. So, a name.
Maurice: Smokey Putnum, wanted for embezzling over $2 million from Davis and Fox Entertainment.
Liz: The movie company?
Maurice: No, the carnival.
Red: How fun. Even better. I love a good carnival. …
Maurice: Putnum went dark about two days ago. He’s due in DC for a trial in 36 hours. Now, if he doesn’t show up, I forfeit my $80,000, all-cash bond. …
Red: I couldn’t sleep right if I took a penny over 50%. $40,000, and I’ll have Smokey to court on time. …
 
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Red: [ On phone ] Tell me you have news.
Dembe: I was able to trace the suitcase to a bus station in Columbia Heights. But it’s gone. No witnesses, no surveillance.
Red: Dembe, one of Kaplan’s associates has to have it.
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[ Tom is home. He looks in the suitcase at the mangled bones inside ]
 

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[ A carnival near Russell Spring, Kentucky ]
Liz: [ On phone ] Yes, sir, I told him the situation. …
[ Liz hands the phone to Red ]
Liz: It’s Cooper. He’s been happier. …
Cooper: You’re a bounty hunter now?
Red: Have you ever had deep-fried butter? … Clogs more arteries than a car accident during rush hour, and, yet, people out here can’t get enough of it.
Cooper: Keen told you we’re under review. We have a new director. I need Blacklisters.
Red: And you’ll have one soon, after we do a little
rebuilding. … The criminal underworld is not static, Harold. It consists of constantly shifting alliances and leadership which can only be discerned by a few key players. I was one of those players, and with your help, I intend to be one again. Because, like deep-fried butter, I am unhealthy and yet irresistible. …
 

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Ressler: Hey. Just got word from Main Justice. Laurel Hitchin was found dead. … Medical examiner and Mobile Crime are on scene now.
Cooper: You and Navabi, get there. … We both know Reddington’s behind this. If it points back to him, it points to us. Go. Find out what’s going on. …
 
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[ Two carnies are watching a Mr Magoo cartoon. Red and Liz enter ]
Red: We’re looking for Joe Putnum, or “Smokey,” as they call him.
Other Carny: US Marshals come and gone. …
Big Boy: We’ll tell you same as we told them. Don’t know where he’s at. Wouldn’t say even if we did.
Red: Why not? Putnum stole from you.
Big Boy: [ Scoffs ] Says Hawkins. She handled the books. Always got first count. Total cake-cutter. Got caught, cut a deal to testify against
Putnum. That’s why he skipped. …
[ Liz finds a photo of Smokey Putnam (smoking a cigar) and a young woman ]
Liz: Who’s TL?
Red: The lady asked you a question. TL? Who’s TL?
Carny: Tammy Lynn Thompson.
Red: And where might we find Tammy Lynn?


 

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Ressler: You think it was an accident?
Investigator: No sign of forced entry. … We just got here. Give me a little time.
Ressler: We’re talking about the National Security Advisor dead in her own home. I want real-time intel on this. When you know, I know.


Samar: This was no accident.
 

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Tammy Lynn Thompson: Didn’t know Smokey had no sister.
Red: I’m sure you didn’t. Smokey still doesn’t know. Loretta spent her last five years trying to find him.
Tammy Lynn: And when’d she die?
Red: Just under a year ago, which is why we must find Mr. Putnum soon. If I can’t conclude the paperwork by week’s end, the entire inheritance will be forfeited to the state. …
[ Liz finds a half-smoked cigar ]
Liz: Putnum smokes Hartswicks. We saw a picture of him at Russell Springs. This one’s still warm.
Red: Oh, dear. [ Stands up ] Where is he? [ Gun cocks ]
Tammy Lynn: What the hell are you doing?
Red: [ Loudly ] Mr. Putnum, you need to come out right now, or we’re gonna make a mess in Tammy Lynn’s living room. … Mr. Putnum? I’m gonna count to three. 1, 2, 3. [ Gunshot 💥 Red shoots into the ceiling ] No? Let’s try again, shall we? [ Gunshot 💥 ] …
[ Ceiling creaking ] [ Suddenly 💥CRASH💥 Smokey falls through the ceiling ]


Smokey: Oh!
Red: Now, there’s an entrance.
 

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Smokey: You can’t take me back. They got Hawkins. She cut a deal. …
Liz: Maybe you should’ve thought of that before you stole the money.
Red: Tell me it’s true. The file says you were a gaffer with the Ringling Brothers. I’ve always been fascinated by your line of work.
Liz: His “work”? Running the bumper cars?
Red: Elizabeth, this man was responsible for moving the greatest show on earth from city to city. … the trains, all the performers, their equipment, the crew …. An entire city moved at night. Not to mention the lions and tigers and bears, oh, my. …
Smokey: I forgot my insulin at the house. We got to– We– We– We got to turn around. … You want money? … It’s yours if you let me go. … It’s in Richmond. 5052 West Graham Road. It’s yours.
Red: Fine. I’ll take it.
Liz: No, no deal!
Smokey: Yes! Thank you.
Red: After I surrender you to the court and collect my bounty.
 
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[ A black van pulls up alongside them ]
Man in van: US Marshals! Pull over!
Smokey: Oh, God. Don’t stop. No, no, you– you can’t pull over. …
Red: If you do stop, they’ll search this car, and while it may be Mr. Putnum they’re after, they’ll be thrilled at their unexpected discovery.
Liz: Let me handle it.
[ Liz walks up to the vehicle, showing her badge ]
FBI. I’m transporting a fugitive.
Smokey: What is it?
Red: Trouble. These aren’t Marshals. [ Gets out of car ] Elizabeth!
💥💥💥 Gunfire 💥💥💥
Liz: Reddington! …
Red: [ To Liz ] Get in!
[ Man unleashes his automatic rifle 💥💥💥 💥💥💥 at Liz’s car as Red guns the gas ]
Liz: [ To Smokey ] I got a lot of questions! But first, who the hell were those guys?
 
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Red: … What the hell do you mean, skinheads? …
Smokey: They run a massive drug cartel that launders profits through Davis and Fox Entertainment. … It’s a cash-heavy business. The profits are … worked into the proceeds of each city.
Red: So, your brilliant criminal enterprise was founded on the concept that you steal money from the most
ruthless, bass-ackwards groups of racists you could possibly find? …
Liz: [ Coughs ] This car’s shot. …
Smokey: Hey. … Your smoking car’s like the Bat-Signal. Those goons’ll find us any minute.
[ Red shoots 💥 in Smokey’s direction ]
Red: Next one goes in your leg.
Smokey: I’m not afraid of you, Bub. Do you even know why you’re turning me in, hmm? To stand trial for embezzling from my employer– not the cartel– from the carnival. The Feds have no clue the cartel’s even
involved. … [B]ut the truth is gonna come out in court, and I’m gonna be killed in jail. So how about you let me go, I stay alive, and when I’m home safe, I’ll write you a check for the 40 grand? Think that’s a lot smarter than whatever you two geniuses have planned.
Red: “Planned”? [ Laughs ] I don’t have the foggiest idea how to get you back. That’s what makes it fun …
 
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Liz: [ To Red, whispering ] Mind telling me what’s going on? …
Red: I feel alive. Zipping off in that car, bullets flying. What a thrill. …
Liz: You can pretend to be loving this all you want, but I know the truth. The truth is you’re scared. Scared because you’ve lost everything and you don’t know how to get it back.
[ The lady next to Red wakes up, ]
Red: Good morning.
Old Woman: Hmm. Cincinnati?
Red: No, not yet. I do have a funny joke about Cincinnati, though. A priest, a rabbi, and Pete Rose walk into a casino and …
 
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Red: [ On phone ] Maurice, great news. We have Putnum is custody.
Maurice: Fantastic. Where are you?
Red: … We’ll be taking the 2:00 PM Cardinal out of Cincinnati.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
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[ The skinheads have been listening in ] [ Cellphone speed-dialing ]
Tad: [ On phone ] Just got a location on Putnum. …
 
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Red: Train’s delayed again. … We’re gonna miss the cut-off. I’m gonna find us a car.
Liz: To steal? No. No, you’re not.
Red: I’m sorry, my dear, were you about to suggest something else?
Liz: Don’t speak to me like I’m a child.
Red: Elizabeth, please keep an eye on our fugitive.
 
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Smokey: He’s your dad. That’s why you’re helping him, because he’s your father. …
Liz: I’m not helping him. I’m bringing a fugitive to justice.
Smokey: I see. You won’t steal a car, but you’ll take me to prison, where I’m gonna get killed?
Liz: I’m just doing this by the book. …
Smokey: I got to use the can.
Liz: No.
Smokey: You think I’m gonna try and run? I’m not stupid. I– I just got to take a leak.
Liz: Okay. I’ll hold it for you.
 
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[ Liz enters the Men’s Room with Smokey ]
[ Reluctantly, Liz gives Smokey a moment of privacy ] [ Toilet flushes ] [ Water running ]
[ When Liz finally goes looking for him, Smokey is gone, after knocking out a guy and stealing his shirt. Liz rushes out ]
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[ Smokey tries to disappear into the crowd but the skinheads grab him ]
Liz: Hey! FBI!
[ Engine revs ] [ Tires screech ]
 
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[ Liz finds Red, who has broken into a Wagoneer ]
Liz: They got him! He’s gone! Putnum’s gone!
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Liz: [ On cellphone ] The truck had Texas plates.
Aram: I’m sending you everything I got from the database matching that criteria– 6’1″, tattooed neck, white supremacist with known ties to the Lone Star State.
Liz: He has a “warrior rune” tattoo. That could indicate he did some time – in federal prison. … Wait, this is the guy.
Aram: Okay. Odin Neiland. … Okay, this guy has ties to Roman LeMarc. LeMarc runs a neo-Nazi outfit called the Friedrich Brigade. …
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Liz: LeMarc had to have his people listening in on us. … It’s the only way they could have found us. And as for Putnum, if he’s not dead yet, he will be soon.
Red: Let’s go.
Liz: Go where? What about Putnum?
Red: I doubt he’s dead, and I think I know where to find him. Get in.
 
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[ Ressler gives Prescott the money he owes him in a paper bag ]
Henry Prescott: It’s been a pleasure.
Ressler: You’re not going anywhere, not until you tell me what’s going on. You left Hitchin’s body at the scene. There’s cops crawling all over that place.
Prescott: They’ll discover she slipped and fell and hit her head.
Ressler: You’re supposed to be a fixer! You were supposed to make this go away! …
Prescott: Mr. Sturgeon, I don’t care what kind of scrutiny it draws, because I’m very good at what I do. … So unless you go home and suddenly grow a conscience, this thing is over. You’re welcome. Now, goodbye.
 
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[ The skinheads enter a large room with Smokey. Liz comes up behind the leader Roman LeMarc and holds a gun to his neck ]
Red: Mr. Putnum, go find your money. [ To LeMarc ] You, sit.
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Red: Mr. LeMarc, I understand you’re upset. You trusted a man to launder your criminal nastiness, and instead, he absconded with it. I’m here to make things right– a proposal. You get your money, and I get the man who took your money.
LeMarc: [ Laughing ] Now, why would I agree to that?
Red: Because I have the guns.
[ Smokey returns with a heavy satchel ]
Red: Take your money and go.
Liz: What? No. No, no, no, no, no.
Red: I don’t want to get involved in your affairs, so if you take your money and leave, you’ll never see me again. And Mr. Putnum will not be telling anyone – the courts or otherwise – about the intricacies of your business operations. I’m his rabbi now. You’re free to go.
[ Liz points her gun at LeMarc ]
Liz: No, you’re not. …
Red: Mr. LeMarc, she won’t shoot you, but trust that I will. On three. 1, 2–
Liz: Don’t touch that money!
Red: [ Chuckles; To LeMarc ] Now, that’s a nasty look that takes practice. You must have sisters.
Liz: You walk out that door, I fire.
[ The skinheads walk out of the door, but Liz can’t bring herself to fire )
Liz: [ Frustrated ] Uhh!
 
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[ Liz is driving at night with Smokey in the passenger seat. Red is in the back, nodding off ]
Smokey: Want to know why I took the money?
Liz: No.
Smokey: It’s in my nature. … My daddy, he was a gambler like his daddy, so, um, I had to be careful. It was four years ago, I-I got into a game with a few of LeMarc’s boys. Lost a lot of money that night. … That’s how they got me. LeMarc wanted me to pay off my note, asked me to find a way to launder his money for him, so I– I did it …. I should’ve known all those years ago, but just like my daddy, I was a gambler. No way to avoid the family curse. It’s nature vs. nurture. And nature wins every time. Our DNA is what it is.
[ Red has been listening ]
 
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[ Red pulls up to the courthouse in DC, shifts gear and stops ]
Smokey: [ Chuckles nervously ] I’ll– I’ll– I’ll die in there. Don’t do this.
Red: Mr. Putnum, I believe turning you in is the right thing ….
Liz: Yes, it’s the right thing to do.
Smokey: … C-Can you at least let me call Tammy Lynn and say goodbye?
[ Red hands Smokey Liz’s cell phone and points to where he wants Smokey to make the call from ]
Red: Right there.
 
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Red: For a moment there, I didn’t think we were gonna make it.
Liz: I never should’ve let LeMarc go.
Red: You weren’t willing to shoot an unarmed man in the back. I think that’s something to admire, not regret.
Liz: LeMarc’s the real bad guy in this. If we had him, Putnum could agree to testify against LeMarc, get leniency, stand a chance. [H]e’s only in this situation because–
Red: Because of his father? Perhaps. Or perhaps it’s the dumb luck of a gambler.
Liz: He just wanted to get away from the criminal in his life. Can’t blame him for that.
Red: [ Laughs ]
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[ Outside, people stream by. Smokey is gone. Red and Liz jump out ]
Red: What the hell? What happened? What’s going on?
Woman: A bomb– They’re saying there’s a bomb in the building.
[ Liz runs through the crowd, sees Smokey going down a concrete staircase ]
Liz: FBI! FBI! Federal agent!
[ Liz catches up to Smokey at the bottom of the stairs and tackles him ]
[ Two policemen come up to Liz ]
Liz: There’s no threat. This genius here called in a 10-89 as a diversion – to avoid a court hearing.
[ Handcuffs click ]
Liz: I need you to escort him. He’s got an appointment with a judge in 40 minutes.
[ Red looks on, makes eye contact with Liz, who sighs ]
 
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Liz: Got your bail money?
Red: I did. Thank you.
Liz: There’s something you should know. You may be my father, and I am going to help you rebuild your empire, because it will enable us to catch criminals. But I’m not gonna lose sight of who I am in the process.
Red: Please don’t make me return the car. I’ve always secretly wanted a Wagoneer. … Elizabeth, if it helps to salve the wound, we did bring a fugitive to justice.
Liz: And a neo-Nazi is walking free, and his cartel is thriving. And as for Putnum, … his former partner, Hawkins, is being transported from jail to the courthouse and is going to testify against Putnum, and he will be found guilty, and he will go to prison. And there is no guarantee LeMarc won’t have him killed.
[ Tires hiss ] [ A Bureau of Prisons transport van pulls up ] [ Red gets out of the car ]
Red: Hey, Morgan. Chuck. You have the package? Any trouble?
Morgan: Close call. We passed the real transport van on the highway.
[ Chuck peels the “Bureau of Prisons” label from the side of the van ]
Red: Make sure the guard gets his money. And thank you, guys. I’m in your debt.
[ Hawkins, the woman who was going to testify against Smokey, gets out of the van ]
Hawkins: Who are you?
Red: Your Fairy Godmother. Your deal with the prosecutor got your sentence reduced to four years. With me, it’s reduced to none. Care to hear more?
Hawkins: [ Happily ] Yeah.
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Liz: That’s what this whole thing was about? You had to get Putnum back in order to draw Hawkins out …. This whole thing was about getting to the accountant.
Red: That’s half of it. …
 
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Judge: I’ve given the prosecution several continuances. And now your star witness is nowhere to be found–
Lead Prosecutor: Your Honor, if I may, it was contin–
Judge: No, you have no witness. The charges against the defendant are dismissed. Mr.
Putnum, you are free to go.
[ Gavel bangs ] [ Smokey, amazed and happy, hops up and leaves ]
 
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Ressler: Hey. You wanted to see us?
Cooper: … I heard from the medical examiner. He’s concluded Laurel Hitchin’s death was an accident. … Evidently, it was as simple as it sounds– slipped and hit her head.
Ressler: So that’s it. Case closed.
Cooper: Case closed.
 
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Red: … Smokey!
Hawkins: What the hell is he doing here?
Smokey: Nope. No way in hell. No way. …
Red: Let’s celebrate. Can a diabetic drink wine? …
Hawkins: Who has diabetes?
Smokey: Well, you can’t blame a guy for trying.
Red: Earlier today, you two were both on your way to trial, to prison, and now, thanks to us, you’re both free. Free to greet opportunity knocking at your door. … Imagine owning 2% in a multi-national conglomerate with interests in travel, beverage, technology, cyber, defense, revolution, with gross profits that would be the envy of most companies in the Fortune 500.
Smokey: Which– Which– Which conglomerate is that?
Red: Mine.
Hawkins: You live in a motel. …
Smokey: Well, We– We– We– We don’t know anything about your line of work.
Red: Hawkins here knows money laundering like the Pope knows the Bible. And you, Smokey– You know everything there is to know about logistics and tactics. … [I]f you’re as smart as I know you two are, you’ll agree to this proposal. And together, we’ll take a wild ride. Yes? More wine! Help yourself to the pretzels and the cheeses. We’re all family here.
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Liz: I was wrong. You’re not at all scared of the future. … You’re actually loving this.
[ Red and Liz dance to the swing music ]
 
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[ Ressler gets into his car. Henry Prescott gets in on the other side ]
Ressler: What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here.
Henry Prescott: I was careful not to be followed.
Ressler: [ Sighs ] The official report came back. ME ruled the death an accident.
Henry Prescott: … Yeah, I couldn’t help but wonder how Reddington’s security man, Mr. Sturgeon, knew details only the police should know. So I … ran your prints. Turns out you’re not Mr. Sturgeon after all, but rather Special Agent Donald Ressler with the FBI.
Ressler: What do you want?
Henry Prescott: I want you to know you’re gonna be doing me some favors in the very near future. … We’ll be in touch.
 
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Liz: That was Cooper. He’s got a beat on LeMarc and his crew, and they should be in custody within the hour.
Red: So you get your bad guys, and I get mine.
[ Dembe enters ]
Liz: Dembe. Where have you been? Do you want a drink?
Dembe: Yes. Thank you, Elizabeth.
[ Liz leaves ]
Red: How’d you do?
Dembe: I couldn’t find it.
Red: Dembe, that suitcase We need to find that suitcase.
 
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[ Liz enters her apartment, senses someone’s presence and spins around, pointing her gun ]
Tom: Hey. Don’t shoot.
Liz: [ Gasps ] You’re back! [ Laughs ] Oh!
Liz: How you doing? Are you really here?
Tom: I really am. God, I missed you. I have some news.
Liz: You’ve got news? I’ve got news. It’s about Reddington.
Tom: What about him?
Liz: He’s my father.
Tom: He’s your father?
Liz: I know, it’s crazy. Uh, but it explains so much. I mean, of course, I’m confused about why he took so long to tell me and how I feel about everything, but–
[ Tom discretely slides the suitcase out of Liz’s sight ]
Liz: Wait a minute. You’re here. [ Laughs ] So, do you have something to tell me?
Tom: I – wanted to tell you that I love you, Liz, and that I’m never gonna leave you, ever again.
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[ A surrealistic scene of horror flashes in glimpses as loud music pounds ~ a preview, a premonition, a vision? ~ In it, Red breaks through a door 💥💥💥 Gunfire 💥💥💥 A pink doll lies on the floor; a shell casing clinks next to it. Tom lies on the floor, his face white but battered and slashed. He holds his bloody hand up to stop the assault. Red points his gun and blasts 💥💥 Tom’s blue eyes stare ]
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Liz: [ Smiling happily ] You better not leave. I’ll kill you.

 

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