Épisode Le marmiton S01E04 - The Blacklist Saison 1

Un homme suspect avec un gros chien s'inscrit à l'accueil d'un motel louche. Après s'être déshabillé dans sa chambre, il se douche et  rase son corps entièrement puis se nettoie à la bétadine. Ensuite, il désinfecte la chambre, habille les murs de bâches plastique et enfile un masque à gaz. Clairement, il l'a déjà fait. Pendant ce temps, Liz se faufile dans la salle des dossiers du FBI avec juste un numéro de dossier : 12-11579. Elle trouve une boîte marquée «Angel Station» contenant des preuves datant du 23 juin 2012, mais elle est forcée de quitter les lieux les mains vides. Peut-être sait-elle que Ressler et Cooper surveillent ses moindres mouvements ?

Liz est convoquée au tribunal pour témoigner contre Hector Lorca, un baron de la drogue suspecté d'avoir tué des centaines de personnes qui ont disparu sans laisser de trace. Cooper ordonne à Ressler d'accompagner Liz mais Reddington veut la rencontrer avant, seule. Lorca est sur le point de quitter le pays : ses hommes l'ont contacté pour arranger son transport hors des Etats-Unis et pour lui fournir une nouvelle identité. Quelque chose va se produire...

Au tribunal, un juré s'évanouit alors qu'un téénmoin crucial, Luis Peña, est appelé à la barre. Liz vient juste de confier ce témoin à deux gardes pour le mettre en sécurité lorsque Ressler vient lui annoncer que le juré a été empoisonné. Liz réalise immédiatement que le juré était une diversion et que la vraie cible est Luis. Mais celui-ci a déjà disparu. Liz contacte tout de suite Red qui est en Haïti pour son business mais il nie avoir connaissance de l'affaire. Luis est certainement mort et Liz ne le retrouvera probablement jamais. De retour dans sa chambre de motel, l'homme suspect au chien ouvre une énorme housse dans laquelle se trouve le corps de Luis. L'homme le traîne jusqu'à la baignoire et commence à déverser sur lui des produits chimiques.

Chez elle, Liz continue à enquêter sur "Angel Station" et sur la date qu'elle a découverte. Remarquant celle-ci, Tom se souvient alors d'un week-end en amoureux qu'ils ont eu à Boston à ce moment là. Liz rejoint Ressler et Meera Malik au motel où ils pensent que Luis a été emmené. C'est alors que Red téléphone pour demander s'il y a de l'adhésif aux murs puis lui conseille de démonter la bonde de la baignoire. Lorsque Liz lui répond qu'il y a une forte odeur chimique, Red montre soudain de l'intérêt car le Marmiton est en ville...et ils vont avoir besoin d'un plombier...

Reddington dit au FBI que le Marmiton est un expert en produits chimiques et que c'est la personne à contacter si l'on veut faire disparaître complètement un corps. Il transforme ses victimes en ragoût chimique, ne laissant derrière lui aucun ADN. Puisqu'il est un collectionneur de trophées, le Marmiton a les réponses à des centaines de meurtres non élucidés. Bien sûr, Red n'a aucune idée de qui il est mais Liz sait que Lorca connaît son identité. Meera Malik et Liz l'interrogent mais il n'a aucun intérêt à accepter un arrangement car il n'y a aucun témoin, ni aucune preuve. La sécurité intérieure peut juste le coincer pour blanchiment d'argent. Et le Marmiton est bien plus dangereux qu'eux et il ne dira rien.

Liz accompagne Lorca jusqu'à un héliport où un hélicoptère doit le prendre mais celui-ci explose et une fusillade s'ensuit. Liz est capturée et embarquée dans une camionnette avec Lorca. Ressler et Cooper exigent des explications de Red mais il nie toute implication. En fait, il est la seule piste du FBI puisqu'il doit rencontrer Lorca pour lui fournir sa nouvelle identité. Lorsque Ressler insiste pour l'accompagner, Red se dégage de toute responsabilité pour sa sécurité et le prévient qu'il devra se débrouiller tout seul.

Reddington et Ressler rencontrent Lorca dans un restaurant. Ses hommes menacent Ressler, prêts à le tuer. Ressler prétend qu'il est une taupe au sein du FBI et qu'il travaille pour Red. Ce qui les calme et lui sauve la vie. La ville étant étroitement surveillée, Reddington demande à Lorca d'attendre jusqu'à ce qu'il puisse être transporté en toute sécurité. Mais Red a besoin du nom de la personne qui détient l'agent Keen. Ne sachant pas si elle est morte ou vivante, Lorca leur donne le nom d'un contact. Après des recherches, Meera Malik et Ressler pensent que le Marmiton est un dentiste du Maryland , Stanley Kornish. Red subtilise une preuve au FBI, des poils de chien et il prend la route avec Dembe. Pendant ce temps Liz est conduite dans une cabane au fin fond des bois par le Marmiton.

Sur le chemin du Maryland, Red téléphone au Contrôle des Animaux de l'Etat du Maryland en se faisant passer pour Kornish et prétextant avoir besoin d'activer la puce de localisation de son chien perdu. Au même moment, Liz continue de parler au Marmiton essayant tout pour conjurer les horreurs qu'il prépare. Commandité pour la faire souffrir, il lui injecte une toxine qui la paralysera mais qui ne l'empêchera pas de ressentir la douleur. Liz parvient à s'échapper mais elle est trop faible pour aller loin. Kornish et son chien la retrouvent rapidement dans les bois. En parallèle, Meera Malik et Ressler interrogent la femme de Kornish et apprennent ainsi la localisation approximative de la cabane. La nuit tombe et ils organisent une battue pour retrouver l'agant Keen.

Kornish traîne Liz jusqu'à la cabane où Red les attend. Après avoir occupé le chien avec un steak, il assomme Kornish avec un tuyau. Promettant à Liz qu'elle ira bien, il l'assoit dans un fauteuil roulant et la pousse dans une autre pièce. Ensuite, il précipite Kornish dans le bain d'acide que celui-ci avait prévu pour Liz. Lorsque le FBI arrive, Reddington se rend les mains sur la tête et Kornish a disparu.

Dans le brouhaha qui s'ensuit, Red trouve un album contenant des polaroïds des victimes du Marmiton et en prend une tandis que Liz sanglote dans les bras de Ressler. Plus tard, Red remet à Liz le fameux album en lui disant que cela pourra peut-être apporter la paix aux familles des victimes. Liz souhaiterait en avoir fini avec lui et le traîte de monstre : comment peut-il vivre avec ce qu'il a fait ? Par la suite, Red dit à Ressler que les photos pourraient mettre Lorca à l'ombre pour un bon moment mais qu'il se trouve être dans son jet. De retour à la maison Tom surprend Liz avec le projet d'un voyage romantique...à l' "Angel Station".

 

Traduit et adapté du résumé du site officiel par mnoandco

MOTEL

COOPER : We need to continue to keep an eye on her. She’s testifying today in a case from her time in New York with Mobile Psych. A Mexican drug dealer, Hector Lorca. I want you at the courthouse.

A few minutes later

RESSLER : Hey.
LIZ : Hey
RESSLER : What’s going on?
LIZ : I’ve got court this afternoon. Just going over some notes.
RESSLER : Mind if I come with you? Nothing would make me happier than seeing Hector Lorca being sent away for life.
LIZ :Why do I get the feeling that you’re less interested in watching Lorca than in watching me?
RESSLER : I don’t know. Are you hiding something?

MEERA : Dembe made contact. Reddington wants to see you alone.

IN A PARK

DEMBE: You’re due in Port Au Prince at noon if we’re gonna make your appointment.
RED : This won’t take long. Bring the car around.

Liz sits down next to Red on a park bench

Reading from newspaper: “It was only through the efforts of an FBI profiler that suspicion began to fall on Hector Lorca, leading to his arrest and indictment.”

RED : Well done, Lizzy. Very impressive.
LIZ : You are aware, then, that I’m due in court in three hours.
RED : Your case is about to go sideways.

LIZ : Why? What’s happened?
RED : Lorca’s people have reached out to me. Normally, I wouldn’t give him the time of day. He’s a vicious little drug-lord thug. Certainly nothing there to hold my interest. But their request is of great interest because it concerns you.
LIZ : What’s he asking for?
RED : Transportation out of the country, new identity, passport, bank account, credit cards, as well as the proper introductions to reestablish his operations elsewhere. And he wants it by tomorrow night. For whatever reason, Lorca is under the impression he’s about to be a free man.
LIZ : I’ve got a witness testifying today who’s got him cold. Lorca’s not going anywhere.
RED: Something is going to happen, Lizzy. I don’t think you’re going to have a very good day in court at all.

KORNISH'S MOTEL

Kornish opens pack of surgical tools. He is wearing a heavy-duty gas mask

COURTHOUSE

PROSECUTOR : Francesca Trevino was abducted from a school parking lot. Lisa Molinera was taken outside a movie theater. Bill Jackson He kissed his wife goodbye one day to go for a jog. Miguel Romero, Daniela Morales, Roberto Peña. One hundred and nine victims over the course of six years Members of U.S.and Mexican law–enforcement agencies preparing cases against the criminal cartel run by Mr.Lorca. They were witnesses prepared to testify against him. They are all presumed dead. None of them have ever been found. Mr. Peña, can you please tell the court what your connection is to this tragic situation?
PENA: That’s my son, Bobby Peña. He was a member of the U.S. border patrol when he was taken. We never saw him again. I know who did it. I saw him. I know who killed my son!

Commotion. Man in jury box seizes up and starts shaking violently

A MAN IN JURY BOX : Oh, my God! He’s not breathing!
JUDGE : Get the paramedics in here! Bailiff, secure the defendant! I want this courtroom cleared!

Liz and Peña file out of courtroom with crowd

PENA : What is that?

LIZ : It’s gonna be okay.
PENA : What is going to happen now?
LIZ : If the juror can’t continue, they’ll bring in an alternate. For now, we’re gonna keep you in a holding area.

A MARSHALL  :I’ll take it from here.
PENA : What about my wife?
LIZ : I’ll go and find her. I’ll bring her back here.
PENA : Please.

Peña enters room with man with “Marshall” on his jacket. Smiling man greets him, but Peña sees a man on the floor in a pool of blood with a bullet wound to the forehead. The “Marshall” grabs Peña from behind

RESSLER : They got Lorca secure.Just got it from the EMT. The heart attack was chemically induced. That juror was poisoned.

Liz and Ressler run upstairs, enter room where Liz left Peña. They see the dead man, but no trace of Peña.

LIZ : Stairs!

They run outside but see nothing

PORT AU PRINCE

Red is talking to a group of men near an aircraft

RED : The manufacturer has replicated the specs of the FIM–92 with a few small improvements. It’s lighter, more consistent tracking. I’m confident your client will be thrilled.
DEMBE : Put him on. Mr. Reddington is not avai– Now! It seems to be urgent.
RED : Yes, you also have a few dozen of those.
RED : Sweetheart, not really the most convenient time for me.
LIZ : I don’t give a rat’s ass. Where are you?
RED : Haiti
LIZ : Doing what?
RED : Keeping up appearances. I’m a criminal. The minute I stop being one, I become quite useless to you.
LIZ : My witness is gone. Lorca’s people contacted you. What did they say, exactly?
RED : What I told you is what I know. Beyond that, I really can’t help.
LIZ : A man’s life is at stake!
RED : A man’s life is always at stake and tragically low stakes, at that. I shouldn’t have to remind you I did not offer my services so that I could help you round up your run–of–the–mill drug lord or what have you. You all seem to be doing a perfectly mediocre job of that on your own. I’m after the big game, Lizzy, the ones that matter.
LIZ :This case matters to me, to the hundreds of families who deserve to know what happened to their loved ones. No bodies were ever recovered. They never got to say goodbye, to bury their dead.
RED: Did you say hundreds? And no bodies have ever been found.
LIZ : What? What are you thinking?

RED : Nothing. You should go home, Lizzy. Pour yourself a Chardonnay and move on. Your witness is most likely dead. I think you already know that. And if what you’re telling me is true, you’ll probably never find him, either.

KORNISH'S MOTEL

Stanley Kornish unzips a large black bag – It is the body of Peña. Kornish takes a photo of Peña with a self-developing camera. He is shown with the gas mask on, dragging Peña’s body, dumps him in a large, spa-style tub and begins to pour liquid chemicals into the tub

LIZ'S HOME

Liz is home looking through papers related to Angel Station when she sees Tom. She hides the ballistics report and scribbles out “Angel Station” which she had written on a legal pad. But she does not scribble out the date

TOM : How you holding up?
LIZ : Fine.
TOM : Nice try. But I always know when you’re lying.
LIZ : Really?
TOM :Yeah. I know all your tells. Right now, you’re telling me that you want to be alone. And that’s okay, but I just wanted to say what happened today is just part of your job. You know, you deal with bad people, and sometimes bad things are gonna happen, and it’s not your fault.

Tom notices the date on Liz’x legal pad 6/23/2012

TOM : [ Quizically ] What’s this? Um- It’s- I mean-, besides the best day ever, right?
LIZ : Right.
TOM : Hey, I get it. Bad day at work. Come home. Don’t want to talk to anybody. Especially someone whose stitches are officially oozing.: It’s so gross.I know.

Opens photo file from their trip

TOM : And you park yourself in here and cheer yourself up with memories of better times.
LIZ : We were in Boston that weekend. You had that job interview.
TOM : Yeah. It was a great trip.
LIZ : Yeah.
TOM : God, when was the last time that we did that, you know, that we just packed up the car and got the hell out of here? Because we need that. Like right now.
LIZ : You have no idea.
TOM : I know.
LIZ : Do I really have tells?
TOM : Lizzy, you’re an open book, which is one of the things I love about you. ‘Cause I always know exactly what you’re thinking.

Phone beeps

LIZ : Keen.
RESSLER : We found out where they took Peña.

KORNISH'S MOTEL

RESSLER : An eyewitness saw a white van leaving the courthouse. They found it abandoned. Traffic camera picked up the swap car. APB got a hit on the plate from local P.D. The desk clerk said it was a large black duffel bag.
MEERA : There’s no sign of him, Liz. I’m sorry.
LIZ : Has forensics been through?
MEERA : They’re going through now. So far, they found a hair on the bed skirt, but we don’t think it’s human. The desk clerk said he saw the suspect with a dog. We found traces of adhesive on the walls. We think he maybe used tarps or plastic sheeting. It’s a motel room. Should be latent prints all over, and there’s nothing. He’s wiped the place clean.

Phone beeps

LIZ : What do you want?
RED : I’ve been thinking about your case. What do you have so far?
LIZ: I’m at the crime scene. Or what we think is the crime scene.
RED : You didn’t find anything.
LIZ: Not much.
RED : Tape residue on the walls?
LIZ : How do you know that?
RED : Look in the tub. Run your fingers around the drain. What do you smell?
LIZ : Chemicals.
RED : You see, Lizzy. Now I’m interested.
LIZ : Why?
RED : The Stewmaker is in town. You’re going to need a plumber.

FBI SPECIAL OPS DIVISION

RED : The Stewmaker is a true blacklister. The only fellow to engage when one has a particular sort of disposal problem. He’s a chemical expert who turns his victims into chemical stew, thus the nom de guerre. No DNA. No nothing. He makes corporeal problems literally disappear. But it’s much more than the proficiency of his tradecraft that gets him on the list. He’s a trophy collector. Remembrances of his victims. Memori morti. Now, you’ve lost your witness and with him your case. But the Stewmaker is the key to so much more. He’s served the needs of international syndicates, repressive regimes, anyone with a need and the means to pay. The Stewmaker knows where all the bodies are buried. He’s got the answers to hundreds of unsolved murders.
RESSLER : So, how do we get him?
RED : He’s notoriously cautious. I don’t even know who he is or where he bases his operation. And believe me, I’ve tried to find him.
LIZ : Lorca knows. If not his name, he knows how to make contact.
RED : Yes. I suggest you encourage Mr. Lorca to share that information. The Stewmaker is obviously here now, but he won’t be for long. And if you let him slip away, he’ll be as gone as his victims and you’ll never see him again.

INTERROGATION CELL

MEERA : We know that Luis Peña is dead. We know about the Stewmaker.
LAWYER : My client has no idea what you’re talking about.
MEERA : Cooperate, help us nail this guy, and we can talk a plea agreement.
LORCA : You were responsible for Luis’ safety. I’m sure you promised him all sorts of protection to compel him to testify. This is on you. I had nothing to do with it.
MEERA : The government is dropping this case.
LAWYER : That is a surprise.
MEERA : You know, the thing about narco dollars is that they always seem to find their way into some pretty unsavory hands. We’ve got files on shell corporations, numbered accounts, all related to a mysterious Hector Lorca. But you’re not such a mystery anymore.
LAWYER : You’re bringing money-laundering charges? Based on what evidence?

LORCA :Are you dropping this case or not?

MEERA : This case, yes. But Homeland Security suspects that you may be laundering money through entities with financial ties to terrorist organizations.
LAWYER : That’s a load of crap, and you know it. Why would they think that?
LIZ : Because we told them he is.
MEERA : Homeland’s gonna stick you in a nice hole someplace while we check it out, and that could take some time, you know. Give us the Stewmaker, and we’ll set you up in a nice, cozy supermax.
LORCA : I don’t think you really understand who you’re hunting. This man, he is much more dangerous than your agents. I’ll take my chances with Homeland. I’m a survivor. I like my odds.

AIRPORT

SUV and armored vehicle arrive at airport. Helicopter also arrives

LIZ : Once I turn you over to Homeland, it’s beyond my ability to help you!
LORCA : You’ve helped me enough, Agent Keen. You’ve disrupted my business, my life. You’ve embarrassed me, my family. You think you know me, with your profiles? You have no idea.

Transport helicopter explodes . Lorca escapes. Keen is taken.

MAN ON TARMAC : Come on!

FBI SPECIAL OPS DIVISION

COOPER : We just got the surveillance footage from the airport.
RESSLER :What did you know about the transport attack? How did he know where to strike? I swear to God, if you had anything to do with –
RED : What you’re forgetting is we want the same thing, Agent Ressler.
COOPER : Why would he kidnap Agent Keen? What’s his play here?
RED : I have a contract with Lorca to personally hand him a new identity.

RESSLER : That’s never gonna happen.
RED: Your witness is dead, you lost Lorca, and he took Agent Keen. I’d say my meeting with Lorca might be the equivalent of you falling on your ass and landing in a pile of Christmas.
COOPER : We’ll need time to set up a sting.
RED: He’s been evading capture for years. He’ll be more on guard than ever. Any change of plans, and we’ll lose him. I meet with Lorca alone.
RESSLER : An FBI agent’s life is in jeopardy. There’s no bargaining here!

RED :When confronting complex equations, the simplest solution is most often the correct one. You lost her. I can find her. It’s that simple.
RESSLER : I’m coming with you.
RED : Then understand I take no responsibility for your safety. And the FBI backs off. No surveillance, no wires, or you can find what’s left of Agent Keen yourselves.

OUTSIDE LORCA'S SAFE PLACE

RESSLER : As soon as you have information on Agent Keen, contact me. I’ll get backup, and we’ll take him.
RED: No. I’m gonna make him feel safe. Lorca’s gonna walk, and you’re gonna have to just trust me.
RESSLER : Lorca’s not going anywhere. And I’ll never trust you.You know why?
RED : Because after tracking me for years, you’ve come up with one undeniable truth. I only do what’s good for me. And that is a person you can trust, Donald. Now let’s go. .. Lorca will have questions about you. You’ll need breviloquent answers.

IN LORCA'S SAFE PLACE

to the guard

RED : Ready? Good evening, gentlemen. I’m Raymond Reddington.

The guard introduce Reddington and Ressler to Lorca

RED : Mr. Lorca, I’m Raymond Reddington.
LORCA : I didn’t expect two of you.
RED : Oh, this is Special Agent Donald Ressler of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Lorca’s man immediately jumps Ressler and holds a knife to his throat

LORCA : Whoa, whoa, what It must be open season on the FBI. I like it.
RED : He insisted, dying to meet you.

Lorca speaks to his man in Spanish

RESSLER : What’s he saying?
RED : He’s telling his man to be ready to cut off your head.
LORCA : You want to tell me why I shouldn’t? One chance. Make it a good one.
RED : Better start talking, Donald.
RESSLER : Red!
LORCA : Kill him.

Fight – Ressler prevails

RED : Aah! He’s also a wonderful dancer.
RESSLER : How do you think Red got you a new ID? New passports? Established Interpol data background? New history, false prints? That’s all me. I’m not the guy you kill, Hector. I’m the guy you pay. And if I don’t show up for dinner tonight, you’re dead by morning.
LORCA : Is this true?

RED : It is indeed. Crooked as a Corsican highway. He’s an asset. So if you’re gonna kill my inside man, the least you could do is thank him first. ..Your new life. I hope it’s an interesting one. I’ve also arranged a flight to take you to Venezuela. You just need to sit tight for at least 12 hours.
LORCA : No. I’m leaving now, tonight.
RED : Not with my assistance, you’re not. You’re bad for business. You’ve made a mess. You’ve abducted an FBI agent. I presume she’s dead.
LORCA : I don’t know.
RED : In any event, the city’s locked down. I can’t have you getting busted with my fingerprints all over you. When I arrange transport, it’s flawless. I won’t compromise my people.
RESSLER : Every sat tracking system, every surveillance camera, every law–enforcement officer in this town is looking for you. No way you’re getting out of here anytime soon.
RED : So just sit tight. Take your new identity, catch a ride on my plane, and let me clean up your mess.
LORCA : Full–service provider, huh?
RED : Yes. So, where is the man holding the agent?
LORCA : You have a problem with me disposing of this bitch? Agent Keen will soon disappear. That is the price for taking everything I have.
RED : See, that’s the problem right there. You let your emotions get the best of you, which is how people wind up in jail, Hector. Stupid people. I need the name and location of the man holding Elizabeth Keen.

LORCA : Are you sure it is not you who’s acting on emotion? It sounds personal.
RED : [ Laughs ] You got me. It is personal. I want your man. So let me spell it out for you. You get away. Agent Ressler here saves Agent Keen. He looks good. And everyone feels better about themselves. I need a name. Now.
LORCA : I don’t have a name. And I have no idea where he took her.
RED : Then good luck to you, Mr. Lorca.
LORCA : I have a contact. That is all.

FBI SPECIAL OPS DIVISION

Phone rings

COOPER : Tell me about the suspect.

Call is conferenced with Red listening

RESSLER : Got a contact from Lorca, but it’s through a mailbox rental place in G–Town.
MEERA: Name of the mailbox renter was an alias Bill Conners. We found his driver’s license at the DMV and matched his fingerprints to chemical purchases in Maryland. The Stewmaker has a name Stanley R. Kornish. Runs a dental practice in Kitzmiller Maryland. Not 100%, but Kornish is definitely person of interest number one.
COOPER : I hope you’re on your way to Kitzmiller.
RESSLER : We are.

Red looks over evidence board, sees item marked “K-9 hair,” takes it

RED : [ To Dembe ] Time to go.

Kornish drives car to remote cabin, gets out and opens trunk. Liz is inside, tied with duct tape over her mouth and blindfolded

KORNISH'S REMOTE CABIN

LIZ : My name is Elizabeth. I have a name. I’m a person. I have a husband. I want you to know who I am.

Dembe and Red are in car with Luli

RED : Dogs are not our whole life, but they do make some lives whole. Dembe, would you dial the Maryland State Office of Animal Control, please?
RED : (Impatient:) Come on.
MARYLAND STATE OFFICE OF ANIMAL CONTROL: Maryland Animal Control. This is Diana. Can I help you?
RED : Yes. H–Hello, Diana. This is Stanley Kornish. I’m in a bit of a panic. My dog has gotten out, and I’ve lost my cellphone with the tracking code. I was wondering if I might bother you for the code and if you could reboot the application for this mobile device. He’s an emotional support dog. Please hurry. My heart, it’s pounding, and I’m having trouble breathing.

KORNISH'S REMOTE CABIN

LIZ : Who are you? I deserve that at least, since you’re gonna kill me. I mean, you understand decency, don’t you? At the very least, I should know the name of the person who’s gonna take my life... I know the name they call you out there. It’s disparaging, disrespectful. But it’s not who you are, is it? It’s not how you feel about yourself.

The cabin has rows of shelves with mostly small jars – baby food jars – containing liquids.

Kornish examines one which contains a fluid and what appears to be a rock

KORNISH : What name are you referring to?
LIZ : You don’t know?

Kornish lowers Liz’s blindfold

KORNISH : What name?
LIZ : They call you the Stewmaker because of the chemicals you use to dissolve human bodies.
KORNISH : Nature.
LIZ ; What about nature?
KORNISH : It’s the transference of energy. Energy cannot die. It can only be transformed.
LIZ : Is that what you do? Transform energy?
KORNISH : That’s what nature does when the body dies.
LIZ : But you do it very differently.
KORNISH : Yes. Faster. Cleaner. Better.

KORNISH'S HOME

FBI breaks down door of home

ELEANORE KORNISH : [ To son, about 9 years old ] Go! Go! Go! Run!
FBI 'S AGENTS : FBI! Hands where we can see them!
ELEANORE : [ Panicky ] Oh, my God! What?! What?!
FBI 'S AGENTS : Let’s see your hands!
ELEANORE : What? What?
RESSLER : Everything’s okay –
ELEANORE : No! No!
RESSLER : We’re FBI.

ELEANORE : No! No! Where- Where are you taking my son?!
RESSLER : He’s gonna be fine, ma’am.
MEERA : You’re gonna be okay. All right?
RESSLER : He’ll be fine, ma’am. Are you Eleanore Kornish?
ELEANORE : Yes.
RESSLER : Is your husband Stanley Kornish?
ELEANORE : Yes.
RESSLER : Where is he now, ma’am?
ELEANORE: I don’t know. He isn’t here. W- w- what’s happening?! Why do you want to talk to Stanley?! Where is my boy?!
RESSLER : Easy. Easy. He’s gonna be fine, ma’am. He’ll be fine.

KORNISH'S REMOTE CABIN

LIZ : What about family? You seem like a father. You have kids? A son? A son, then. How old is he? How old is your son?
KORNISH : He’s 11. My son. He’s 11. I married late. She’s a nice woman.
LIZ : I knew it. A caring father.
KORNISH : What about you? Are you a mother?
LIZ : No.
KORNISH : That’s good. I was- I was asked to make you suffer. I’m I’m sorry. It’s my job.
LIZ : It’s my job to read people. And you’re not a killer.
KORNISH : I’m a lot of things, Liz. There’s a nerve cluster just under the shoulder muscle. Just wait. The pain should be quite intense.
Kornish sticks a long needle down Liz’s shoulder. She gives out a blood-curdling scream

KORNISH'S HOME

ELEANORE : My husband’s a dentist. He would never do anything wrong.
RESSLER : Where do you think he might be now, Mrs. Kornish?
ELEANORE : Oh, it’s the weekend. H-he likes to get away. He goes fishing.
MEERA : Where does he fish?
ELEANORE : We have a little cabin up in – I don’t go there. I-it’s his place.
RESSLER : Tell us about the cabin.
ELEANORE : It’s not far. Up at Backbone Mountain. Kind of in the middle of nowhere. Near Lamb Knolls, I think.
RESSLER : What’s the name of the road?
ELEANORE : Up there, they don’t have names. Some of the roads aren’t even roads. They’re just dirt paths to the woods. Please, I have to know. What has Stanley done?

RESSLER : [ On phone ]I need a chopper now. I want tact ops on site within the hour. And call ahead to forestry. We’re gonna need guys that know those woods.

RED'S CAR

RED : We’re getting very close, Dembe. Pull in at the next shop. We’re gonna need meat.

KORNISH'S REMOTE CABIN

Kornish appears to be naked now

LIZ : Tell me, how does it work? How do you make them disappear so perfectly?
KORNISH : It is perfect, isn’t it? [ He injects her ]
LIZ : What did you give me?
KORNISH : A sedative. It’ll eventually cause paralysis, yet maintain your sensitivity to pain. [To dog:] Hey, you don’t have to watch this. Go on. Why don’t you go play? Go.
LIZ : Why are you doing this?! You don’t take life. You clean up death.

KORNISH : Everything changes. Everything evolves. This is my evolution.
LIZ : You know what I think? I think this idea of you vanishing people to aid nature is a lie. I think you’re trying to dissolve something else. Your past, maybe? Whatever the horrible thing was that twisted you up inside and made you into the freak that you are!

Liz has gotten out of her bindings. Kornish has his back to her, putting on his gas mask. Liz whollops him and takes off into the woods. Eventually, it is Kornish’s dog that finds her. Kornish knocks Liz out and drags her back to the cabin

IN THE WOOD NEAR KORNISH'S REMOTE CABIN

The FBI rescue team is assembling

RESSLER : We’re gonna run two team lines here. One from Lamb Knolls to the southwest road, the other from the fire road back to the lake. Let’s move!

KORNISH'S REMOTE CABIN

LIZ : You know, I was wrong about you. You’re not perfect.

Red appears & clobbers The Stewmaker

RED : [ Smiles at her ] Hello, Lizzy. The effects will dissipate soon. You’re gonna be fine.

Red strokes Liz’s hair. He pushes the wheel chair the is in into the next room. Her eyes droop closed. Red returns to The Stewmaker

Ressler and Liz walk through the woods together to the parked vehicles. She clings to him

RESSLER (to Liz) : It’s all over now. It’s over now. It’s okay. Everything’s okay.

LIZ IN AN AMBULANCE

RED : Here. [ Hands Liz the Stewmaker’s book of photos ] It’s horrifying. But at least you can give peace of mind to some of the families.
LIZ : You’re no better than him.
RED : You gonna tell on me, Lizzy? Tell Harold how bad I’ve been?
LIZ : You’re a monster.
RED : Yes.

LIZ : How can you live with that?
RED : By saving your life.

A few minutes later Red speak with Ressler, the ambulance is gone

RED: The book I just gave agent Keen should help to put Lorca or many of his kind away for a nice long time.
RESSLER : Yeah, but Lorca got away.
RED : Cost of doing business.
RESSLER : No, you’re not just gonna let him go. He was offensive. You didn’t like that.
RED : He is on my jet.

LIZ AND TOM'S HOUSE

TOM : I–I know things have been a little weird between us lately. I think what we were taking about, getting out of town for a few days I think we could really use it. So I booked it. It’s just three nights back at that place we loved, the, uh, Tellamy Cove Inn. You know, it has that restaurant that you like and it might be fun.
LIZ : Yeah?
TOM : You’re gonna get through this. I promise.

 

Adapté du site «The Blacklist Declassified» et mise en page par mnoandco.