Épisode Le chasseur solitaire S02E13 - The Blacklist Saison 2

Dans un amphi, Liz donne une leçon à 40 étudiants sur un tueur en série nommé : " The Deer Hunter" (le chasseur de Cerf), qui passe des heures à traquer sa proie et ne s’intéresse qu’aux hommes grands et difficiles à abattre. Après le rituel de la chasse, le tueur vide sur place ses victimes de leurs organes avec une précision chirurgicale et les laisse ces organes entassées à côté du corps. Liz croit que le tueur est un homme petit et faible qui essaye de prendre le contrôle sur quelqu'un qui l'a dominé. On entend Liz décrire le suspect et nous voyons une personne avec une capuche suivre puis attaquer un homme dans une allée avec une arbalète puis commencer à le dépecer. Après avoir hissé le corps écorché, The Deer Hunter enlève sa capuche pour révéler Tracy Solobotkin. Dans ce que Liz appelle "un acte final de domination", Tracy attrape le foie de la victime et en prend une bouchée… c’est la signature du tueur en série.

En ville, le détective Wilcox interroge Samuel Aleko, alias le Samoan, et lui promet qu'après avoir témoigné au procès contre Liz, qu'il repartira libre. Mais Wilcox menace Aleko, s'il essaie de changer son histoire d'un iota, il va passer le reste de sa vie en prison. Pendant ce temps, Red reçoit un appel d’une cabine téléphonique de l’inconnu dont le numéro était dans le coffre de Finch. Alors pourquoi Alan Fitch voulait-il les faire se parler ? « Ça arrive », dit l’homme qui donne ensuite un rendez-vous à Red au carrefour de la 92e et de Broadway, le lendemain. Red raccroche pour rejoindre Liz qu’il a appelée plus tôt pour lui parler du Fulcrum. Liz affirme qu'elle ne sait rien. Red sait qu’elle ment et il offre de l’aider à trouver The Deer Hunter si elle lui dit ce qu’elle sait à propos du Fulcrum. Quand il insiste sur le fait que Liz a tort à propos du tueur, elle l’amène au bureau de poste pour qu’il donne son point de vue à l’équipe. Si Liz n’a pas trouvé son homme, c’est parce que The Deer Hunter est une femme.

Liz et Ressler rendent visite au médecin légiste Phil Ryerson, qui vient de terminer l'autopsie de la dernière victime de The Deer Hunter. Quand ils entrent dans la salle d'examen, le cadavre a été découvert. L’homme, qu'ils ont croisé dans le couloir, pourrait être The Deer Hunter.  Liz et Ressler courent après le gars qui vient d'entrer dans l'ascenseur. En ville, dans un appartement, les larmes de Tracy coulent sur son visage quand elle dit à ses chats et à son canari d’arrêter la regarder comme ça. Elle ne veut pas faire ça mais quelqu'un doit le faire, et il est temps d’aller hors de la ville pour voir Tchad Henning.

Liz et Ressler amènent l’étudiant Chuck Kruse, en salle d’interrogatoire. Non seulement Chuck à assister à la conférence de Liz, mais il a utilisé de fausses références pour accéder au bureau du ME à la recherche d'une histoire sur The Deer Hunter pour le journal Metro criminalité. Lorsque Liz demande comment ils peuvent être sûrs qu'il n’est pas The Deer Hunter, Chuck se moque. La personne qu'ils recherchent n’est pas The Deer Hunter ! Chuck souligne que le tueur en série a fait évoluer sa technique avec ses six premières victimes, mais celle des six derniers tués étaient toutes identiques. Affirmant que The Deer Hunter est un artiste qui ne se serait jamais répété, Chuck insiste sur le fait que le tueur actuel est un imitateur. C’est alors que le téléphone de Liz sonne. Le détective Wilcox veut qu'elle sache qu'il a récupéré le corps du gardien du port. L’histoire de Liz sur une affaire confidentielle ne pourra plus la protéger car il a Aleko comme témoin pour l’accuser ainsi que Tom du meurtre. Une fois qu’un juge fédéral aura entendu le témoignage d’Aleko, Wilcox obtiendra l’accès complet au dossier de Liz. Cette menace est bien réelle et de ce fait, Red rencontre un agent de détention nommé Edgar. Aleko doit être transféré demain après-midi et ce sera la seule occasion pour Red de le rencontrer. Comme l’heure correspond à celle de son rendez-vous avec l’homme mystère, Red demande à Edgar de reporter mais c’est tout simplement impossible.

Liz avoue tout à Ressler qui lui rappelle qu'elle n'a pas tué le gardien, mais que c’est Tom qui l’a fait. Il lui conseille d’en parler à Cooper car si Wilcox a accès aux dossiers de Liz, l’arrangement avec Red sera révélé aux grands jours. Alors qu’il lui parle, Ressler a une idée sur la façon de prouver que Kruse avait raison sur l'imitation. Pendant ce temps, Tracy rencontre Mary Henning à son domicile de Silver Spring, dans le Maryland. Soucieuse de la sécurité de son fils, Mary a des doutes au sujet de leurs plans. Tracy lui rappelle qu’elle a essayé tout le reste et que c’est la seule façon d'éradiquer le mal dans sa vie. Retour au FBI, Aram a terminé son analyse des traces de morsures sur les foies des six premières victimes et celle des six dernières. C’est officiel : ils sont à la recherche d'un imitateur.

Le lendemain matin, une mère marche avec sa fille pour vers à l’école quand elles tombent sur le cadavre de Tchad Henning, suspendu à un arbre. Peu après, Liz et Ressler interrogent Mary, à son domicile. Quand Mary demande comment ils vont trouver The Deer Hunter, Liz sent que quelque chose ne va pas et elle mentionne l'imitation, à la grande consternation de Ressler. En partant, Liz dit à Ressler que Mary sait quelque chose : il ne reste plus qu’à attendre. De plus, Liz a une autre idée: les victimes de l'original Deer Hunter n’avaient aucun point commun mais peut-être les victimes de l'imitateur sont connectées ! Pendant ce temps, Dembe attend à la place de Red au coin de la 92e et de Broadway. Quand un téléphone public à proximité commence à sonner, Dembe traverse la rue pour décrocher. L’homme n’est pas content et quand Dembe lui dit que Red ne pouvait pas venir, l’homme raccroche. Biensûr, il n’a aucune idée que Red est en train de sauver Liz après avoir payé une somme rondelette Edgar pour une audience avec Aleko dans le fourgon de transport de prison. Le frère d’Aleko a besoin d’une greffe du cœur et Red lui fait une offre qu'il ne peut refuser ...

De retour au FBI, Samar et Aram ont relié les victimes de l'imitateur : Ils sont tous devenus violents quand leurs femmes ont voulu les quitter. C’est ce que Mary Henning cachait ; elle avait peur de son mari. En pensant que l’imitateur essayait de protéger sept femmes qui vivaient toutes dans des États différents, Aram les relie à travers le groupe de défense nationale sans but lucratif, WhiteHaven Shelters. Liz et Ressler  rencontrent l'administratrice, Rosalyn Dobbins, qui ne veut pas donner les informations sur les sept femmes, citant des problèmes de confidentialité. Mais quand Ressler mentionne The Deer Hunter, Rosalyn s’adoucit tandis que sa collègue, Tracy, se raidit. Après le travail, Tracy parle de ses problèmes avec ses chats et son canari. Elle a une réaction excessive, non ? Mary ne l’a trahirait jamais !

Liz et Ressler retournent poser des questions à Mary alors que Red va parler avec Aram. Il lui remet le numéro du téléphone de l’inconnu et lui demande de tracer l’appel fait à exactement 14h00 hier. Et non, Aram n’aura pas besoin d'un mandat. Nerveux, Aram lève les yeux pour voir que Samar, perplexe, a vu tout l'échange.

À Silver Spring, Marie ouvre sa porte, surprise de trouver Tracy alors qu’elle s’attendait à voir Liz et Ressler. En entrant, Tracy explique que le FBI a découvert la connexion Whitehaven. Mary insiste sur le fait qu’elle n’a rien dit mais quand Tracy voit un service de café frais, elle comprend la trahison. Marie continue de plaider son innocence quand Tracy voit Liz et Ressler traverser la pelouse. Tracy frappe Mary à la tête avec une planche à découper puis sort par derrière. Comme personne ne répond à la porte, Ressler entre dans la maison tandis que Liz fait le tour. En voyant Tracy prendre la fuite, Liz la poursuit jusqu'à ce qu’elle soit frappée avec une pelle. Tracy, très anxieuse, traine Liz, toujours inconsciente dans son garage puis l’accroche avec une ceinture à un treuil au plafond. Au moment où ses pieds quittent le sol, Liz agit avec un afflux d’adrénaline et donne un coup à Tracy. Retour au FBI, Aram fait une découverte, toutes les épouses des victimes de The Deer Hunter ont une seule personne de Whitehaven en commun, Tracy Solobotkin ; elle a été embauchée comme comptable de Whitehaven, trois mois après la mort de son mari.

Cooper envoie chaque unité disponible à l'adresse de Tracy. Pendant ce temps, Liz essaye de parler et de s’en sortir avec de belles paroles. Tracy avoue qu'elle n'a jamais voulu de mal à personne  sauf auxhommes violents y compris son mari Ron, le vrai Deer Hunter. Mais une nuit, elle a voulu le quitter et Ron s'en est pris à elle. Même si Tracy n’avait jamais utilisé une arbalète, sa flèche alla droit dans le cœur de Ron. C’est à ce moment-là qu’elle a réalisé qu’elle pouvait continuer le sale boulot de Ron en aidant les femmes comme elle. Malheureusement, elle n’avait pas d'autre choix que de continuer les meurtres  de Ron y compris la morsure dans le foie. Liz devient agressive, accusant Tracy d'être comme son mari. Si en commettant un autre meurtre, elle pourrait se taire et fuir. En colère, Tracy attaque Liz qui serre ses jambes autour de son cou tout en se souvenant du jour où Tom à tuer le gardien. Au même moment, Ressler arrive et empêche Liz de tuer Tracy. Convaincu qu'elle a hésité à renoncer tout comme sur le bateau, Liz dit à Ressler qu'elle va tout avouer à Wilcox. Ressler lui reproche de vouloir devenir un martyr et qu'elle ne peut pas attendre qu’il partage sa douleur parce qu'il a plus qu'assez de la sienne.

Le lendemain, Wilcox conduit un interrogatoire où Aleko a toujours son fusil d'épaule ; soudain, il ne se rappelle pas ce qu'il s'est passé sur le bateau. Au bureau de poste, Aram appelle Red pour lui donner l’adresse qu’il a trouvée : 3130 Sheridan Road, Park Slope. Red et Dembe se rendent sur place avec des fusils mais il n’y a rien sauf des traces de sang. Red appelle le numéro et trouve le téléphone de l’homme sous une chaise renversée. Plus tard, Liz rejoint Red dans un café, où il s’en prend à elle pour avoir poursuivi Tracy seule car elle aurait pu être tuée ! Après avoir reconnu qu'ils avaient tous les deux raison à propos de The Deer Hunter, Liz admet qu'elle a The Fulcrum. Mais elle dira à Red où il se trouve que s'il lui dit ce qu'il sait. Red affirme que ça la placerait, Liz, en grave danger et il a déjà été occupé à la protéger du témoignage d'Aleko. Néanmoins, Red pense qu’il sait la vraie raison pour laquelle Liz ne veut pas qu'il ait The Fulcrum, c'est qu'une fois qu’il l’aura, elle a peur de ne plus jamais le revoir.

Traduit et adapté du résumé du site officiel.

PREVIOUSLY ON THE BLACKLIST

VOICEVER: Previously on The Blacklist …
ALEKO : I went out for a smoke and he was here.
LIZ : What the hell?
TOM : You let this guy go, he’s going to the cops. We are all going to jail, starting with you.

Telephone rings

LIZ : Keen.
WILCOX : Detective Martin Wilcox, Metro PD. I’m looking into this missing-persons case. Lieutenant Ames, DC Harbormaster.
LIZ : I had no idea Tom would kill him.
RESSLER : What about witnesses?
WILCOX : Just want to ask you a few questions, then you’re free to go. You are Samuel Aleko. I know you were there.

LIZ : My father was killed because of the Fulcrum, because you and your people came for it that night. … This charade of you pretending to care about me was a waste of your time because I don’t know where it is.

FITCH : I have a safe. It’s in St. Petersburg.
DEMBE : The number from the safe traces to a blind exchange. We can’t identify the party you’ll be speaking to.

On phone

RED : Who the hell is this?

AUDITORIUM

Siren wailing in distance : the Deer Hunter hunts is prey at night, somewhere

Liz to a class in auditorium

LIZ : Our suspect is patient, calm. He likely spends hours scouting the prey. He’s only interested in big men, the ones who are hard to take down, like the big bucks in the wild. Now, you’re looking for an incredibly smart offender, highly organized. White male, likely 35 to 40. It is the sport that he’s seduced by, the ritual of the hunt. When he does finally make his move, it happens fast, striking in a blitz-style attack most never see coming. His heart-shot prey rarely make it over 100 feet before bleeding out. – That moment is everything to him – the rush of control.

The typical mutilation killer focuses on a specific area of the anatomy that suits their interest – the face, the eyes or mouth, the extremities, hands, breasts, genitalia. But this one’s different– he’s interested in total domination of the body. He guts them, removing the organs with surgical precision, but then leaving them in a pile.

But these aren’t sex crimes, which indicates they are instead crimes of domination, an effort on his part to gain control over men who, based on their physical similarities, represent a man who once had dominance over him – a father, an older brother. It is my belief that “The Deer Hunter” is, in fact, a very slight, rather weak man. Yes – blue shirt.

Man in audience

MAN : They say he takes a souvenir.
LIZ : It’s not a souvenir, it’s a final act of domination. While his prey’s body is still warm, he carves out the liver and takes a single ceremonial bite.

INTERROGATION ROOM

ALEKO : Man, we had a deal. I testify against Keen and her husband, I tell you how they killed the harbormaster, and I walk.
WILCOX : Yeah, you will walk, when the trial’s over. Until then, you’re being charged as an accessory.
ALEKO : I told you everything.
WILCOX : Yeah. And because of that, you’re gonna be the star witness in the murder trial of FBI Agent Elizabeth Keen. You’re gonna testify in open court. You’re gonna testify before the grand jury. You’re gonna be deposed until you’re blue in the face. And if you change your story by so much as a comma, your immunity deal will be voided and you’re gonna go to prison for the rest of your life. Am I clear?
ALEKO : Yeah.

IN A STREET

Public telephone rings ; Red answers

RED : Yes?
MAN : Sorry I cut our previous call short. I was not confident the line was secure.
RED : Tell me your name.
MAN : Not yet.
RED : Then you have me at a disadvantage.
MAN : Yes.
RED : Alan Fitch directed me to that safe. Your number was inside. He wanted us to talk. Why? What does he want me to know?
MAN : It is happening.
RED : What is? What’s happening?
MAN : No, not like this – in person. Broadway and 92nd.Center island, south side.

Receiver clicks . Liz arrives

RED : A graduate seminar. Was there a slide show? We need to talk about the Fulcrum.
LIZ : I told you, I don’t know anything about it.
RED : Elizabeth, one of the reasons I’m still alive is due to my love of reading, whether it be words on a page that reveal the author’s thoughts, emotions, imagination, or whether it be people in conversation, – to ignore what they say and instead read their expression, posture, their gestures. Lizzy, you’re lying.
LIZ : I’m not.
RED : What if we made a deal? I help you find your serial killer, and you tell me about the Fulcrum.
LIZ : You’re not even interested in serial killers.
RED : True. I find them unimaginative and woefully predictable. But I am interested in the cases that you and the FBI have wrong.
LIZ : Wrong?
RED : The most critical assumption you’re making about The Deer Hunter is wrong. Do we have a deal or not?

FBI SPECIAL OPS DIVISION

RED : This brute they call The Deer Hunter isn’t a buck at all, but instead a delicate doe.

RESSLER : A woman?
LIZ : I disagree with you.
RED : Okay. But your killer attacks from a distance, indicating the predator’s smaller, perhaps unable to overpower their prey. Men tend to kill in close proximity – strangulation, blunt instrument, a knife. By contrast, women tend to favor weapons that can be used from further away – poison, a gun, a crossbow.
LIZ : Richard Kuklinski was 6’5″, 300 pounds, and one of his favorite weapons of choice was cyanide.
RED : Yes, but male serial killers are predominantly, overwhelmingly sexually sadistic. In this case, there is not the slightest indication of a sexual motive.
LIZ : Aileen Wuornos was a prostitute who lured her victims in with the promise of sex.
RED : The Deer Hunter has been active for over a decade, from the truck driver in Des Moines in 2003 to the doorman in Adams Morgan last night. That’s 12 years. The average length of a killing spree for a man is two, perhaps three. Yes, Agent Keen, for every rule there is an exception. Each factor, taken separately, is not conclusive, but put them together and it’s clear – you haven’t found your man because he’s a woman.

ARAM : Uh, Agent Keen, uh, the ME called. He just finished his autopsy on the latest victim.

Red, tossling Aram’s hair as he passes by

RED: I used to have a teeming mane just like that.
ARAM : Oh. Uh – Thank you.

MORGUE

Medical Examiner in the corridor of the morgue

RYERSON : Every kill is identical. Same clean incisions at the stomach and the liver, same knots binding the anus.
RESSLER : No variations?
RYERSON : When field dressing’s done well, it’s like an autopsy. The way he opens subjects, I want to show you–

They arrive in the morgue. Ryerson stops talking

RESSLER : What is it?
RYERSON : I left that body covered.
LIZ : The hallway. That was him! He was at my lecture!
RESSLER : Hey, you! Brown coat, stop! Hands where I can see them!
KRUSE : Okay, okay, okay!
RESSLER : Don’t move!Hands!
KRUSE : It’s just my phone! Okay?

TRACY'S HOUSE

Tracy to her pet canary

TRACY: Stop looking at me like that. I’m fine. I’ll be fine. It’s not – I don’t like it any more than you do. … But someone has to do this! … This is Chad Henning. … Mommy has to go across town to see him.

Sniffles

TRACY: To see Chad Henning. I won’t be long.

POST-OFFICE, INTERROGATION ROOM

RESSLER : What the hell were you doing in the ME’s office?
KRUSE : I told you, I write Metro Crime Diary. That’s why I was at your lecture – research.
RESSLER : There’s no research in that rag sheet. It’s gossip and innuendo. So, what were you really doing there?

LIZ : You used fake credentials to get into the ME’s office.
KRUSE : You took my phone. You know all I was doing was taking pictures.
LIZ : You’re obsessed with serial killers. You write about them all the time. How do we know you’re not The Deer Hunter?
KRUSE : You’re not looking for The Deer Hunter.
LIZ : What’s that supposed to mean?
KRUSE : The first six victims, Mark Rodgers through Perry Holloman, he was experimenting. The field dressing became cleaner, he switched from a folder to a field blade
LIZ : We didn’t overlook that. He was learning, evolving.
KRUSE : Evolving implies that he wanted to improve.
LIZ : Are you saying he didn’t?
KRUSE : The techniques and incisions used on the last six victims are all identical. The Deer Hunter loved to explore. There’s no way he would repeat himself.
LIZ : You think we’re dealing with a copycat.
KRUSE : The Deer Hunter is an artist. The guy you’re looking for is a forger.

Liz's cellphone buzzes. She answers in the corridor

LIZ : Keen.
WILCOX : Agent Keen? It’s Detective Wilcox. I-I don’t know if you remember me. We- we spoke some time ago.
LIZ : Yes, Detective. I remember you were looking into the disappearance of the DC harbormaster.
WILCOX : Yeah. It’s- it’s not a missing-persons case anymore. We recovered the body.
LIZ : I’m sorry to hear that. I was hoping for better news.
WILCOX : Yeah.

Clears throat

WILCOX : Well I-I need you to tell me what you know.
LIZ : I would like to, Detective, but as I told you, the reason I came into contact with the harbormaster- t-the case I was working on at the time – it’s classified.
WILCOX : That’s not gonna fly anymore. See, the thing is, recovering the body is not the only development in the case. I also found... Samuel Aleko. He places you at the scene, Agent Keen – you and your ex-husband. He tells quite a story. Says the two of you are stone-cold killers.
LIZ : Even if I wanted to answer your questions, before I could talk, you would need to get –
WILCOX : A federal judge to rule that my investigation supercedes your case. It’s – it’s in the works. An AUSA’s gonna sit down with Mr. Aleko, hear what he has to say. And I-I have no doubt that, as a result of that conversation, a petition’s gonna be filed in federal court requesting that I have complete access to any of your allegedly classified information.
LIZ : This conversation is over.
WILCOX : Well, I-I-I think it’s just beginning.

RED'S CAR

RED : Hello, Edgar.

Red meets Edgar, a police officer

EDGAR : Mr. Reddington. Samuel Aleko will be transferred tomorrow afternoon.
RED : That’s not gonna work.
EDGAR: Look, he has to talk to the guy. This is the window. He leaves the V Street station between 2:00 and 4:00.
RED : You have to reschedule the transfer. There’s somewhere else I need to be.
EDGAR : Look, you know I’d do anything for you, Mr. Reddington, but, I mean, this thing’s in motion. This is the window. It is what it is.
RED : Cinnamon-nut crumble?
EDGAR : Brown-sugar pecan.

Red laughing

RED : Oh, my.
EDGAR : Lucinda knows how you love her coffee cake.

Laughing

RED : Oh, I do.

Sniffs

RED : Mmm! Be well, Edgar, and tell Lucinda if she ever leaves you, I’d like to marry her.
EDGAR : Just remember, tomorrow between 2:00 and 4:00.

Car door closes.

RESSLER'S OFFICE

Ressler sighs, he studies the Deer Hunter's file. To Liz

RESSLER : I’ve been through every case file, and I’ll be damned if Kruse doesn’t have a point. I mean, the last six kills are identical. We assumed that was because he’d perfected his craft, that there was no room for improvement. But the more I look at it, the more I think we’re wrong, that there really is a copycat. I just can’t prove it. What is it?
LIZ : What? Nothing.
RESSLER : Come on, Keen. What is it? I know you better than that. Where’s your head?
LIZ : That cop, the one investigating the harbormaster? He’s got evidence.

RESSLER : He found the body

LIZ : And the witness.
RESSLER : Did he talk?
LIZ : I think he did, yes.
RESSLER : It’s your word against his.
LIZ : I’ve hidden behind the task force for as long as I can, told him I couldn’t talk because it was classified, but he’s taking the case to a federal judge.
RESSLER : Tom is the one who killed this guy.
LIZ : But I was there. I should have –
RESSLER : What, stopped him? Liz, you tried.
LIZ : They’ll have enough to arrest me.
RESSLER : Then go to Cooper, ask him to talk to the AUSA. The last thing he wants is some cop poking around asking questions about what we do. Liz, listen to me. Tom may have killed this guy, but “FBI Agent Goes To Prison” is the headline. All they’re gonna care about is taking a bite out of y– That’s it!
LIZ : What?
RESSLER : Kruse was right about the copycat. I can prove it.

Ressler leaves quickly

MARY'S HOUSE

MARY HENNING : I’m sorry. I don’t mean to second-guess you.
TRACY : Oh, Mary, please. You have nothing to apologize for.
MARY : It’s just – my son. If anything were to happen to me–
TRACY : Nothing’s going to happen to you or your son. It’s entirely natural for you to feel this way, to have second thoughts. If you didn’t, I’d be very concerned.
MARY : If there was any other way–
TRACY : You’ve tried every other way. You’ve been reasonable, worked within the system, begged, pleaded.
MARY : I know, but–
TRACY : Mary, look at me. Is there evil in your life?
MARY : Yes.
TRACY :Is it not just and right to eliminate evil? Say it.
MARY : Yes.
TRACY : So are you in, or are you out? I need to know, because if this comes back on me, it’s going to come back on us both. Do you understand?
MARY : : I’m in.
TRACY : Well, that’s good. Then it’s done.

FBI SPECIAL OPS DIVISION

ARAM : I pulled the forensics like you asked and had the lab compare the bite marks left on each liver for the first six kills with those from the last six.
SAMAR : What are you doing?

Aram does not stop touching his hair

ARAM : What?Um, nothing. I’m updating the team.
RESSLER : Aram? The bite marks.
ARAM : Right. Uh, turns out, the, uh, distance measurements on the upper arch are 2.8% wider in the first six victims than in the second six.
LIZ : Two different bites at the proverbial apple. Nice work, Ressler. So, it’s official– We’re looking for a copycat.

SCHOOL BUS STOP

MEGAN : Okay, are you sure you have your glasses?
ELSA : Yes.
MEGAN : Okay, well Mrs. Jost called me again about you squinting at the blackboard all day. It’s why you keep getting those headaches.
ELSA :Mom, it’s not the glasses. Mrs. Jost just has crappy handwriting.
MEGAN : Language. Okay, now, don’t forget, your father is gonna pick you up after – Elsa, honey, what is it? The bus is here.

Sees body hanging from tree : Chad Henning

MEGAN : Oh, my Oh.

MARY'S HOUSE

RESSLER : We’re very sorry for your loss.
LIZ : How long were the two of you married?
MARY HENNING : Five years, together almost nine. – I just This can’t be happening. The Deer Hunter, right? The killer on the news?
RESSLER : Yes. Of course, we’re limited in what we can disclose, but The Deer Hunter has a very specific method of operation.

LIZ : The manner of death, the treatment of the body– it’s consistent with his profile.
MARY : I knew something was wrong. Chad works in construction, and he didn’t come home after work. We have a son. He’s only 4. What am I supposed to tell him?
LIZ : You tell him we’re gonna find whoever did this.
MARY : How? According to the papers, you don’t even have a suspect.
RESSLER : We have some promising new theories.
LIZ : Actually, one in particular – we believe this may not be the work of the actual Deer Hunter. We think it’s a copycat.
RESSLER : We really shouldn’t–
LIZ : No, it’s okay. She deserves to know. We’re getting closer to the truth.
MARY : That’s – Thank you.
LIZ : No, thank you. We appreciate your time. I can only imagine how difficult this must be for you.

Door opens

OUTSIDE MARY'S HOUSE

Ressler is angry

RESSLER : What the hell was that?
LIZ : She was covering. I don’t know what, but that woman knows something.
RESSLER : Yeah, I picked up on that, Keen, but since when do you hand a person of interest your profile?
LIZ : My profile is wrong. There was nothing specific connecting the original Deer Hunter’s victims other than the physical, but the copycat, his victims–
RESSLER : You think the copycat’s targeting a specific type of victim?
LIZ : What if he is? I had assumed he was operating like the original killer, but what if he chose those victims based on a different unifying reason? He could be masking his agenda by making it look like the work of a different serial killer.

RESSLER : Well, maybe there’s something in the victims’ histories we missed. But how does Mary Henning fit in?
LIZ : Don’t know yet. But I rattled her. We should let her stew and take another run at her tomorrow.

BROADWAY AND 92ND, CENTER ISLAND SOUTH SIDE

Telephone ringing. Ringing continues. Dembe answers

DEMBE : Yes?
MAN : Who the hell are you?
DEMBE : Mr. Reddington asked me to –
MAN : Why are you wearing a sidearm?
DEMBE : He needs to reschedule.
MAN : No, no. That’s not how it works. I told him to come alone. I gave very specific instructions.
DEMBE : Mr. Reddington’s a man of his word. If it were possible, he would be here.
MAN : Wherever he is, whatever the hell he’s doing, I hope it’s important.

Telephone beeps

IN A STREET, PRISONER TRANSPORT

Siren wailing ; Aleko's transfer stops

ALEKO : What the hell’s going on?

Sighs

EDGAR : Hang tight, pal.

Red enters police transfer vehicle

EDGAR : 90 seconds

Door closes. Red seats and sighs

RED : When I was young, I wanted to be able to dance just like Gary Goddard. I still remember going to the Snowflake Dance and watching him for the first time. That kid, man, he could move. Won the eighth-grade talent show. He was on the Yell Squad. Gary even danced his way into Helen Hummer’s pants, and let me tell you something, that was like breaking into Fort Knox …
ALEKO : Pops, who the hell are you?
RED : … Then in the summer of ’88, I saw Gary in the diaper aisle at Safeway. He looked like hell. Gray. Out of breath, fatigued. Turns out Gary had a bicuspid valve, needed a heart transplant. He was on the wait list until the day he died. How long has Isaac been on the list now?
ALEKO : How do you know about my brother?
RED : Six months? A year? Two? How long is he gonna have to wait?
ALEKO : They won’t say.
RED : I can get your brother a heart within the week. Best surgeons, best post-op care, and it won’t cost you a dime.
ALEKO : Why would you do that for me?
RED : Because you’re gonna do something for me.

FBI SPECIAL OPS DIVISION

SAMAR : We found the link, or at least what could be the link. We have seven victims, so we started over with the most basic question.

RESSLER : “Do they know each other?”

SAMAR : Right, but that theory died quickly. There are seven victims all from different states, different ages, no schools in common, no family relations.
LIZ : So, they’re not connected, but something about them is?
ARAM : Makes sense, but everything we tried was a bust. And then it hit me – maybe the one thing we know about the victims is the one thing holding us back.

SAMAR : Maybe the victims aren’t victims – not entirely.

ARAM : Joseph Riggs, the copycat’s second target. The guy had a rap sheet, including a conviction for misdemeanor menacing.

SAMAR : He pointed a knife at his girlfriend, said he’d kill her if she left him.

ARAM : Which brings us to target four, Andrew Cosgrove. Divorced from his second wife, Diane. The transcript for a family court proceeding makes reference to a restraining order.
LIZ : Okay, so that’s two. What about the others?
SAMAR : Number five, Judd Liggett. No criminal record, but a year before he was murdered, he was disciplined by the graduate school program he was attending …

RESSLER : Let me guess … after complaints were made by a female student.

ARAM : Aggravated harassment. Nonstop phone calls, stalking her in class. The girl was terrified, but no criminal charges were filed. That’s why it wasn’t on our radar.

LIZ : Stalkers, obsessive types, men who get violent when the women they want reject them.That’s what Mary Henning was hiding – she was afraid of her husband.

SAMAR : Whoever killed him might have been protecting her. If we’re right, these seven men had dangerous fixations on seven women. The copycat killer was protecting those women.
RESSLER : Yeah, but those women were in five different states. How did the killer even know they were in danger?
ARAM : Hang on a sec. Diane Cosgrove got legal help with her divorce from a local nonprofit called Docket One. Uh, the student advocacy group that went after Judd Liggett – was called – SAMAR : Bright Voice.
ARAM : Bright – Bright Voice.They’re both affiliates of a national organization called Whitehaven Shelters.

WHITEHAVEN SHELTERS

DOBBINS : We are the largest nonprofit victims’ assistance association in the US. Every year, there are 7 million victims of harassment and stalking. We help to provide those people with legal, medical, and social services.
RESSLER : Do you keep records of the people you provide assistance to?
DOBBINS : Of course. Why?
LIZ : It’s our understanding that these seven women obtained aid from your Whitehaven affiliates. We’d like to know everything we could about your interaction with them.
DOBBINS : As you can imagine, we take privacy very seriously here. I assume you have a court order.
RESSLER : We’ll get one if necessary.
DOBBINS : Unless there’s some kind of danger of imminent threat or harm, I don’t feel comfortable–
LIZ : Are you familiar with Chad Henning?
DOBBINS : Name sounds familiar.
LIZ : It should. His body was found hanging from a tree this morning in Takoma Park.
DOBBINS : You’re talking about the serial murders.
RESSLER : Chad Henning was the husband of Mary Henning, a woman who received legal counsel from a free clinic provided by Whitehaven. In fact, all the names on that list were in relationships with victims of The Deer Hunter.
LIZ : The only other thing those seven women have in common is your organization. It’s quite possible that the person committing these murders interacted with these women through Whitehaven. We’re gonna need a full list of your employees and volunteers of the last five years.
DOBBINS : I’ll get you everything I can. Just give me a few hours to put it together.
LIZ : Thank you.

Tracy is listening from the corridor

TRACY'S HOUSE

Bird chirping. Cats meowing

Tracy, speaking to herself

TRACY : I know, I’m – I’m overreacting, right? I mean, I don’t know if she talked with the FBI. But if Mary did talk, she’d expose everyone. And I don’t care about myself. But the other women – I have to do something, right? You’re right. I’m overreacting. I should just relax. She’d never betray me. None of them would.

FBI SPECIAL OPS DIVISION

ARAM : The last victim’s wife, the one you let stew, apparently you did a really great job, because she is boiling over.
RESSLER : She called?
ARAM : Just got off the phone with her. She wants to talk.
RESSLER : Let’s go, Keen.

Red arrives

LIZ : Look, if you’re here because you want to give me more unsolicited advice about my case – RED : Tempting as that may be, I’m here to speak to Agent Mojtabai.
ARAM : Oh! No one ever calls me that.

Others leave

RED : Aram, I need your assistance locating the source of a call that was placed to a pay phone – at 92nd and Broadway.
ARAM : I need a warrant.
RED : You won’t need a warrant.
ARAM : Of course I won’t need a warrant.
RED : This is the number. The call was placed at exactly 2 PM yesterday. Aram?
ARAM : Yes.
RED : I can’t stress enough the urgency of this matter.

MARY'S HOUSE

Knock on door

MARY : Thank you for coming. I – Tracy, hello. I was expecting someone else.
TRACY : We have a situation.

MARY : What is it? What happened?
TRACY : The FBI found the connection. They came to Whitehaven asking for the names of every employee.
MARY : The FBI, they came, but I didn’t say anything, I promise.

TRACY : Who were you expecting?
MARY : Friends for book club.
TRACY : Oh, you’re lying. It’s you. You’re the weak link.
MARY : After what you’ve done for me, for us? Tracy, honestly, before you, I was in a desperate situation. You saw the marks. He threatened to kill me. I tried the police, all the right channels, and no one lifted a finger … I’m grateful to you. I would never betray you.

Tracy sees Ressler and Liz when they arrive in front of the house

MARY : You...

Knock on door

RESSLER : Hello, Miss Henning?

Doorbell rings

RESSLER : Miss Henning?

Dog barking

LIZ : I’ll take the back.

Knock on door

RESSLER : Miss Henning? FBI

He enters

RESSLER : Miss Henning ?

He finds Mary on the floor : she is bleeding

RESSLER : Keen!

Liz follows a suspect in the garden

LIZ : Ugh!

She is knocked out

TRACY'S HOUSE

Breathing heavily

TRACY : It’s gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay.

Sighs

TRACY : Think.

Tracy try to hang up Liz's body in the garage

TRACY : Oh!

Liz wakes up but Tracy hangs up Liz's body

FBI SPECIAL OPS DIVISION

COOPER : Did Ressler get a visual from the witness?
SAMAR : No. She’s still unconscious.
ARAM : I’ve been screening service providers – uh, therapists, lawyers, doctors, anyone who’s worked with the wives of our copycat’s victims.
COOPER : Someone connecting the women.
ARAM : Right, but I got nothing. Then I took a look at Whitehaven’s employees and volunteers. At one time or another, all of the victims’ wives reached out to one of Whitehaven’s affiliates for assistance.
SAMAR : Legal, medical, financial – that’s how he’s finding his victims.
ARAM : All but one. In every case, their husbands were murdered by the copycat after they sought help, except her – Tracy Solobotkin. Her husband was the first victim of our copycat, and she was hired over three months after his death.
SAMAR : Why after? Her problem was already solved.
ARAM : Maybe she wanted to help women who were still in bad relationships.
SAMAR : Maybe she wanted to help other women end them.
ARAM : Says here she works in accounting, which would give her access to the names of every woman who got assistance from Whitehaven.
COOPER : Perfect opportunity for her to identify violent spouses. Talk about a target-rich environment.
SAMAR : I’m on my way.
COOPER : Get a BOLO out on all vehicles registered to Tracy Solobotkin. We got a Code Nine. Deploy every available unit to her address.

TRACY'S GARAGE

TRACY : I don’t want to do this, but I have to. Nobody can connect me to Mary but you.
LIZ : ME won’t buy it. Victimology’s all wrong. The Deer Hunter killed men.

Tracy laughs

TRACY : Is that what you call them? Men? This wasn’t supposed to happen this way.
I didn’t want to hurt Mary or anybody else, anybody but them!
LIZ : I understand. Maybe a jury will.
TRACY : That’s what I said. To The Deer Hunter, the real one. He was my husband. My God. His father, a bastard, pushing him, pushing him, picking on him, cutting him down. He didn’t want to face what he was, so he overcompensated. Always pretending macho, tough...

Chuckles

TRACY :... trying too hard with the ladies, but I knew. After we got married, there’s – you know, there’s nothing that can hide that. You’d think that after his father died, that he’d come to grips with it. Mnh-mnh. He got angry, mean, isolated. Every weekend on hunting trips – that’s what he called them. You had no idea. Mnh-mnh. After the separation, I was staying at my sister’s. I came by the house one night to get my things. I thought he was gone, but he was in here, in the garage. He had blood on his mouth, on his clothes. The Deer Hunter had been all over the news. So, in that moment, I knew what he’d done. And I tried to leave, but but he came towards me. He knew I knew, so he couldn’t let me go. And I’d never held a weapon. I-I-I-I I’d fended him off with a knife before, but that? I never held a bow. Before I knew it, the arrow went straight through his heart. And I thought about calling the police, turning myself in, but then I realized...

LIZ : You could continue. You could

TRACY : Well, yeah. All those women Whitehaven had helped, just like me – I could give them their lives back by becoming him.

Voice breaking

TRACY : And it’s not easy. It’s hard work. It’s filthy work, but it’s worth it. Just to he – just to see them scared for a change, to hear them whimper and and – and beg. All the things after – you know, with the cutting, the mess – I hated it. But I-I didn’t have a choice. I’m sick.

Chuckles

TRACY : I know. Disgusting, but that’s the way Ron did it, so I have no choice. I mean, from – f-from beyond the grave, he still pulls the strings.
LIZ : Okay. You got to do what you got to do. But can you please, please just do me one favor?
TRACY : Yes?
LIZ : Shut the hell up and get it over with. What? You think I don’t know why you’re really doing this? You think I’m buying this whole “justice for victims” crap?
TRACY : Well, it’s true.

Liz chuckles

LIZ : You’re just like your husband.
TRACY : I’m nothing like my husband!
LIZ : You’re exactly like him, like all the sick, psychopathic animals we lock up.
TRACY : Oh, you haven’t heard a word that I’ve been saying.
LIZ : I’ve heard every word

Mockingly

LIZ :“I could give them back their lives.”

Normal voice

LIZ : Why don’t you just admit it? You get off on killing people. It doesn’t matter if the victim’s a scumbag or a saint – you get off just the same, just like your husband.

Tool clatters .Shouts.Grunts : Liz catchs Tracy with her legs and strangles her

Flashback: «Tom, no! Let me go!»

Struggling

RESSLER : Keen! Keen! Stop. Keen, don’t.

Liz releases her
OUTSIDE TRACY'S HOUSE

Police radio chatter

RESSLER : You okay?
LIZ : Yeah. Fine.

RESSLER : Back there, uh ...

LIZ : I can’t do this.
RESSLER : Maybe you need some time, a couple weeks. When’s the last time you took a vacation?
LIZ : You’re kidding, right? I would have killed her if you hadn’t shown up.
RESSLER : You would have done what you had to do to survive.
LIZ : Same as on the boat.
RESSLER : No, that was different. That was Tom. You tried to stop him.

LIZ : But I didn’t. I hesitated. And maybe I thought for just one second it would be better for me if he were dead.
RESSLER : Liz –
LIZ : No. That man had a family. He had a life. I’m gonna go to Wilcox. I’m gonna tell him everything.
RESSLER : How many people do you think are alive today that wouldn’t be if it wasn’t for the work that we do?

Sighs

LIZ : Please.
RESSLER : 50? 100? How many, Liz? How many families haven’t buried a mother, a father, brother, sister? Children?
LIZ : That doesn’t make it right.
RESSLER : No. It’s never gonna be right. See, the only question is the body count. So, you go ahead and you nail yourself to a cross, and while you’re up there feeling sanctified, you consider how many people are gonna die because this task force gets shut down and the rest of those animals on Reddington’s list are still out there feeding.
LIZ : Ressler...
RESSLER : No. Don’t. Don’t ask me to feel your pain, Liz. I got more than enough of my own.

COURT

INTERROGATION ROOM

WILCOX : Do you, Samuel Aleko, swear under penalty of perjury that the following is true and correct?
ALEKO : Yeah.
WILCOX : Please tell the US attorney exactly what you told me about Agent Elizabeth Keen’s involvement in the murder of DC Harbormaster Eugene Ames.

Aleko: silence

WILCOX : Mr. Aleko let me remind you, you’re under oath.
ALEKO : I don’t remember.
WILCOX : You confessed that Agent Keen was present when the harbormaster was killed and that she deliberately covered up his death.
ALEKO : That’s what you want me to say. That’s not how it was.

FBI SPECIAL OPS DIVISION

On phone

ARAM : Dembe … Uh, yes … Uh, Mr. Reddington said I should call as soon as I traced the call … Uh, yes, I have an address. Uh, 3130 Sheridan Road, Park Slope.

He hangs up

SAMAR : I figured it out.
ARAM : What?
SAMAR : What you’re doing. The hairline. Guys don’t get it – most women don’t care if men go bald.

Aram chuckles

ARAM : No. Did you think I–
SAMAR : You’re sexy no matter what.
ARAM : I’m not going bald. I just – I have a high hairline. Wait, what? Did you just say that –
SAMAR : Yep. Just don’t get fat.

3130 SHERIDAN ROAD, PARK SLOPE

Red and Dembe find an empty apartment and blood

RED : Do you have a phone?

Beep. Dialing.Ringing. Cellphone vibrating . Red finds the phone of the mysterious man

OUTSIDE WILCOX'S OFFICE

Liz observes the scene from her car

MAN : Spare change?
WILCOX : There you go.
MAN : God bless you, sir. Thanks.
WILCOX : Hey. It’s gonna be a freeze tonight. There’s a place about, uh, two blocks up called The Grant. Give this to the guy in the cage. His name’s Ronnie. He’ll, uh, cut you a rate.
MAN : Thank you, Officer.
WILCOX : Go get a shower. Get yourself cleaned up.
MAN : For sure.

A COFFEE SHOP

RED : You all right?
LIZ : Yeah. Fine.
RED : What were you thinking running after a killer alone without backup?
LIZ : Are you scolding me?
RED : Yes. Yes, I’m scolding you. That was foolish, Lizzy. You could have been –
LIZ : Killed.
RED : Exactly that. Killed.
LIZ : What are you gonna do? Ground me? Take away my phone privileges?

Chuckles

RED : You were right about The Deer Hunter – he was a man.
LIZ : And a woman. We were both half right.
RED : Together, we were right.
LIZ : I have the Fulcrum. Tell me what it is, and I’ll tell you where to find it.
RED : I’ve already told you what I can. To elaborate would place you in grave danger.
LIZ : I don’t need your protection.
RED : Oh, I think you do. If it weren’t for me, you would have been indicted today. As it is, you needn’t worry about the harbormaster any more.
LIZ : What did you do?
RED : Nobody was hurt, if that’s what you’re concerned about. In fact, a young man’s life was saved.
LIZ : I don’t want to hear any more. I’m leaving.
RED : I believe I know the real reason you don’t want me to have the Fulcrum.
LIZ : That is?
RED : Because you’re afraid that once you give it to me, you’ll be of no further use to me and you’ll never see me again.

 

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