RED'S VAN
Red and Liz listen to police radio as they ride in back of white van trying to escape
Voice: « All units, be advised. Possible sighting, eye witness report. Alleged suspects seem entering a silver Chevy minivan. DC plate number CR7... »
Liz looks at Red, alarmed
RED : It’ll be fine.
LOCATION UNKNOWN
Where Liz and Red disappeared
FBI Agents talking outside
RESSLER : When was the sighting?
AGENT : 12 minutes ago.
RESSLER : Perimeter?
AGENT : Potomac to Eastern. Full lockdown. Airports, trains, buses. They’re not going anywhere.
RESSLER : They?
AGENT : Unconfirmed reports suggest the suspect’s with someone – a man. Is it true what they say?
RESSLER : What?
AGENT : That she was your partner?
Ressler stares at him
FBI SPECIAL OPS DIVISION
SAMAR : What?
ARAM : For the record, I believe Agent Keen is innocent.
SAMAR : What did you find?
Computer beeps
IN A STREET, LOCATION UNKNOWN
Where Liz and Red disappeared
Ressler, to group of agents assembled outside
RESSLER : Suspect’s name is Special Agent Elizabeth Keen. She was my partner, but as of today, she’s a fugitive wanted in connection with the murder of 14 CIA agents, a US senator, and the Attorney General of the United States.
RED'S VAN
LIZ :They’ll set a perimeter.
RED : Yes.
LIZ : Capitol Police, Park Police, MPDC. We’ll never make it out of the city.
RED : No. That’s why we’re not gonna even try.
IN A STREET, LOCATION UNKNOWN
RESSLER : We believe she may have an accomplice. The most elusive fugitive in the history of the Bureau, Raymond Reddington. I want every camera in this city looking for these two. Every Twitter feed, every Instagram account, every Reddit thread. They get out of this city, we’re gonna be hunting ghosts. Let’s move now.
FBI SPECIAL OPS DIVISION
Samar on phone with Ressler
SAMAR : We’ve identified a silver Chevy van moving north on 395.
RESSLER : You got a visual on the suspects?
SAMAR : No. The vehicle was picked up by the NSA satellite. They confirm the plates.
RESSLER : Have they passed through the 3rd Street tunnel?
SAMAR : Two minutes out. I dispatched a chopper.
IN A STREET, LOCATION UNKNOWN
Ressler to agents
RESSLER : Okay, we got a sighting, 395 north. I want MPDC to run a traffic break and barricade all exits off the 3rd Street tunnel. Seal it up.
RED'S VAN
They hear the chopper, Red hands package to Liz
RED : You’ll need to put that on.
Takes off his suit coat
FBI SPECIAL OPS DIVISION
Samar on phone with Ressler
ARAM : Okay, chopper feed is live. We have a visual.
SAMAR : Confirm we have a tail team in place and that all exits are blocked south of 3rd.
ARAM : You agree with me, right? About Agent Keen?
SAMAR : Notify HRT and get a negotiator on site in case they take hostages.
FBI SPECIAL OPS DIVISION/ CHOPPER / RESSLER'S LOCATION/ UNIT 64
PILOT : This is Eagle 1. I’ve got a visual on the suspects entering the tunnel now.
SAMAR : Is the team in place?
ANDREEN : Unit 64 entering the tunnel.
Sirens wailing
PILOT : Eagle 1 coming around. We have eyes on the exit.
RESSLER : What do you see?
SAMAR : Nothing yet. Where is my tail car? Andreen? Andreen, do you have a visual?
ANDREEN : Negative.
Ressler looking at rewind of van entering tunnel
RESSLER : Something’s not right. Back it up to when they entered the tunnel.
SAMAR : They went in, they haven’t come out.
ANDREEN : I don’t know what to tell you. There’s no silver van in this tunnel.
SAMAR : They can’t just disappear.
ARAM : Well, it is Mr. Reddington.
RESSLER'S LOCATION
RESSLER : Pull up the exit footage.
WOMAN : There’s the exit footage.
RESSLER : Hold on, back that up.
Closer look reveals van has driven up onto back of auto-transport semi, out of sight
RESSLER : Stop. There. Son of a bitch.
A PARKING
Red and Liz, dressed as police, get out of van and climb into a car marked “Metropolitan
Police”
Van engine turns over. Tires squeal
RED : Clean it and torch it. Give my regards to Chi-chi.
Siren wails. Door slams. Liz and Red take off in police car
INTERROGATION CELL
COOPER : Where’s Charlene?
Ressler referring to cuffs
RESSLER : I ordered them to take these off.
COOPER : Where is my wife?
RESSLER : Read Charlene’s statement. Is it true what Tom Connolly did to you?
COOPER : He made me think I was dying. Ordered a phony clinical trial that made me believe he was my only hope so the Cabal could manipulate me.
RESSLER : If I were you, I’d want him dead.
COOPER : You think I had something to do with it?
RESSLER : It doesn’t matter what I think.
COOPER : That I helped Agent Keen kill the Attorney General. I begged her not to do it. I ordered. Why? Because Connolly had a plan to bring down everyone. Not just Elizabeth, but Samar, Aram, you.
RESSLER : All that matters is that Keen’s a fugitive, and I’m gonna bring her in.
COOPER : You’re not holding Charlene because she leaked classified information to a reporter.
You’re holding her because it gives you leverage with me.
RESSLER : Does it?
COOPER : I told Agent Keen to run. You want to know if I’m complicit? I told her to run. You’re in charge now, Agent Ressler. And being in charge means you have to decide what to do with information like that. Now, let my wife go.
A BAR
Doorbell rings. Sirens wail in distance. Door opens.Gun cocks
RED : Who’s this?
LYLE : My sister Tiffany.
RED : Tiffany lives in Denver.
TIFFANY : I did until last month.
LYLE : Her husband passed. She needed to get out. Red, you know me.
RED : I’m sorry for your loss, Tiffany.
Wood creaks.They descend hidden stairs to large room that looks like a bomb shelter
BASEMENT OF THE BAR
LIZ : What is this place?
RED : This is where we wait for the Troll Farmer.
Door slams
LIZ : The who?
RED : We’re getting a little ahead of ourselves. He won’t be ready for at least a week.
LIZ : Ready for what?
RED : Actually, a week may be nice. I’ll finally get the time to catch up on some back issues of Bass Master.
Sighs
AN APARTMENT
A young mother, Isabella, is preparing baby food, with a baby monitor turned on when she hears:
Lullaby plays. Baby cooing
Sings
MATIAS SOLOMON : bye, bye, baby bunting daddy’s gone a-hunting bye, bye ba– hunting to get a little rabbit skin to put his baby bunting …
Isabella grabs knife, goes to living room where baby is
ISABELLA : Put her down. Who are you?
SOLOMON : What a lovely child. She is the perfect little angel, aren’t we, Elle?
ISABELLA : Put her down.
SOLOMON : Hmm? Hmm? Such fragile creatures, these tiny humans. Skulls like eggshells. Who’s her favorite friend? Should we take along Mr Panda or Mr Dinosaur?
ISABELLA : What do you want?
SOLOMON : I want your father. I’ll text instructions.
Isabella trys to hurt him with the knife but Solomon pushes her badly.
SOLOMON : Mr Panda, I think. Hmm?
Chuckles
BASEMENT OF THE BAR
On old black and white TV where Red and Liz are:
TV: «Update now to our top story, even as authorities allege Agent Keen committed these acts of terror on behalf of Russia, various papers are reporting that Russia is not responsible. Now, according to leaked documents, one of the alleged leaders of this organization is the CIA’s Director.»
LIZ : You released the contents of the Fulcrum to the press.
TV again
Announcer: «… just moments ago came forward to address these reports.
Director: Good afternoon. My name is Peter Kotsiopulos, and I am the CIA’s Director of National Clandestine Services. In the 65 years since this division has been created, the director’s identity has never been revealed during his tenure. But today, the President has agreed to let me speak openly to you so that I may address the irresponsible accusations that not only seek to defame me, but are harmful to our national security.»
LIZ : Did you expect him to just come forward?
Director on TV : «… part of a conspiracy are preposterous …»
RED : I wasn’t sure what to expect.
Director : «They are based upon information provided by Raymond Reddington, a traitor to our country and a fugitive who is helping ex-FBI Special Agent Elizabeth Keen avoid arrest. The daughter of a notorious KGB spy, Keen is a wanted terrorist. My accusers are criminals, the subject of one of the largest manhunts ever conducted. Who are you going to believe is telling the truth?»
LIZ : If I didn’t know any better, I’d believe him.
RED : But you do know better.
LIZ : They’re gonna believe I’m a Russian spy. My mother was a Russian spy. It doesn’t matter that I never knew her. It’s the perfect story. I’m the perfect patsy.
RED : We have to be patient.
LIZ : Patient? Do you have any idea the kind of resources they’re throwing at us right now, the manpower? This city–
RED : This city is impossible to get out of now.We have no chance of crossing the perimeter they’ve established. But Washington DC, cannot sustain a siege. The economy, the government, one week, two at the most, and the city will be back to normal. That’s when we travel.
LIZ : People will go on believing I’m a terrorist.
FBI SPECIAL OPS DIVISION
RESSLER : Check the surveillance feeds from the hotel where Connolly was shot.
SAMAR : We already have.
RESSLER : Check again. I want to know exactly what role Cooper played.
ARAM : DCFD is responding to a vehicle fire in Columbia Heights. It looks like the transport vehicle used by Mr. Reddington’s people.
RESSLER : Any signs of Keen or Reddington?
ARAM : Nope. We’ll try and recover the VIN numbers on the transport and any vehicles it may have been carrying, but right now, the fire’s too hot, so it looks like they got away. Which is, you know, terrible news.
Telephone rings. Clears throat
To Aram
RESSLER : None of us want to be in this position, but we are. Our job is to catch them. So, I need you to look me in the eye and tell me that you can do that.
ARAM : I can... Yes...
Ressler wants to leave
ARAM : ...If you can look me in the eye and promise me Agent Keen will get a fair hearing if we do.
RESSLER : I can try.
ARAM : Come on, that’s not good enough.
RESSLER : It’s the best I can do. Let me know as soon as you find out anything on Cooper. Hey.
Ressler leaves
ARAM : What a jerk. Sorry.
SAMAR : He’s simply gathering the facts.
ARAM : Yeah, well, there’s only one fact about Mr. Cooper that matters– he’s a decent man.
ANALYST : DC Field Office just called. They got a tip on Keen’s whereabouts.
DIRECTOR'S OFFICE
PETER KOTSIOPULOS/THE DIRECTOR : Matias, I didn’t expect to see you here.
SOLOMON : Peter. You said Mr. Reddington did not have the Fulcrum in his possession. You said it was a bluff.
Drops papers
SOLOMON : A ploy. You were wrong. And now our plans have been sorely compromised.
DIRECTOR : “Our” plans? They’re “my” plans.
SOLOMON :They were. Now they’re nothing.
DIRECTOR: I would advise you to think very carefully before you use that tone with me ever again.
Laughs
SOLOMON : I pine for the days when conquered generals had the sense and good taste to fall on their swords. Now they hold press conferences, negotiate advances for their memoirs while the rest of us clean up their messes.
DIRECTOR: I’m not leaving this to others. I have every agency within Homeland working around the clock to find Reddington and Keen.
SOLOMON : I don’t think you understand, Peter. I’m here because people in our organization have lost confidence in you, in your methods. There’s a history here, so I take no joy in telling you that you’re dancing on the edge of a razor blade, and that every breath that you draw is at our discretion.
THE BASEMENT OF THE BAR
RED : This reminds me of Sok Pich. We were navigating the backwaters in western Cambodia hoping to steal some sapphires from a mine foreman. Got as far as Pailin when the monsoon struck. Took shelter in a root cellar of all places. I’ve never seen so much rain. Winds like a monarch gone mad. All we could do was hunker down and wait it out. But Sok he just made a run for the village. So, there I was soaking wet, alone. Three days of absolute misery. And then on the fourth day, I was overcome by this incredible feeling of... peace. Something about being hidden there underground while the rest of the world was being torn apart outside.
LIZ : This isn’t making me feel better.
RED : You have every right to be afraid. Just don’t let it control you. Poor Sok learned that the hard way.
LIZ : What happened to him?
RED: He died. Didn’t get six steps before the wind blew a blade of lemongrass into his skull.
Banging. Indistinct conversation
RED: You’re in a storm, Lizzy. You need to find the peace below the winds.
A BAR
TIFFANY : Do you know who that woman is?
LYLE : Told you it doesn’t matter.
TIFFANY: She’s a terrorist!
LYLE : Tiff, listen! If you say a word, if you so much as whisper this to–
Door creaks. Gun cocks. Red enters
RED : What have you done?
LYLE : Red, I– I can control this.
RED : Your phone.
Cellphone beeps.Telephone rings
Man's voice on phone : «You’ve reached the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s Major Case Contact Center.»
RED : What did you tell them?
TIFFANY: You can go screw yourself, pal, okay? My husband was a soldier. He died fighting for this country, trying to protect us from people like her!
LYLE : Tiff, shut the hell up!
RED : You and I are finished.
Liz arrives
LIZ : What’s going on?
RED: We’re leaving.
Footsteps. Red stops : car arrive in front of the bar
RED: Within seconds, agents are gonna breach this building.
To Tiffany
RED : They’re gonna want to speak to you because you called in the tip. Get rid of them, or your brother dies.
To Lyle
RED : Downstairs.
Door opens. Door slams
AGENTS : – FBI! FBI!
RESSLER : Hands! Hands! Show me your hands. Raymond Reddington and Elizabeth Keen. You need to tell me where they are right now.
TIFFANY: Fugitives? The ones– the one’s on TV?
RESSLER : Tiffany Lepman, right?
TIFFANY: Yeah.
RESSLER : You think they’re here? We got an anonymous tip from your phone saying they were here.
TIFFANY: I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t called anyone.
RESSLER : Harboring a fugitive is a felony. You lie to me again, you’re going to jail. Where are they?
TIFFANY: I don’t know.
AGENT : Second floor clear!
TIFFANY: Look, if I knew something, I’d say. I’m not gonna lie to the FBI.
AGENT : Sir, we’re all clear.
Door creaks. Cellphone beeps
Ressler on phone
RESSLER : Aram. Tip call that came in, call her back. Double-check the information
Starts to leave
RESSLER : Thank you for your time.
Cellphone – which Red took – is heard ringing in the distance
TIFFANY : Look, I told you, if I knew anything, I–
RESSLER : Cuff her!
Door opens. Handle creaks
RESSLER : Look at the floor.
They pry up cover to shelter
RESSLER : Keen, I know you’re down there. Look, there’s two ways this ends. You come up hands raised or we come down guns raised. Your call.
THE BASEMENT OF THE BAR
Grenade clatters. SWAT Team descends. Lyle is on the floor, hurt
AGENTS :– Hands!
– FBI! FBI!
– Show me your hands!
– On the ground!
RESSLER : Where are they?
Sees vent with loose cover
IN A STREET
Red and Liz are perusing the key board at a car park. Red reaches for a key and wants to take one.
LIZ : No.
Liz chooses another key.Horn honks in distance. Alarm chirps
RED : Seems a bit indiscreet.
LIZ : Porsche Carrera. Two-seater suggests no family. Price tag indicates he’s wealthy enough to live alone, maybe a girlfriend. If he’s here, it’s likely his apartment is empty.
RED : Ah.
LIZ : The address will be on the registration in the glove compartment.
NEAR ISABELLA'S APARTMENT
Isabella, crying
ISABELLA : Daddy.
DEMBE : What did he look like?
ISABELLA : Black, he was tall.
DEMBE : What did he say he wants?
ISABELLA : You. He says he wants my father. Papi, he was holding her, and then he–
DEMBE : Isabella, look at me. Isabella, I will find her. I will get her back.
AN APARTMENT
LIZ : You said the plan was to wait, that it was impossible to cross the perimeter.
RED : Waiting was an option when we had somewhere to wait. Now we don’t. We need to contact the Troll Farmer.
LIZ : I don’t know who that is.
Hesitantly Liz walks in. She has dyed her hair golden blonde
RED : The Troll F–
Red sees Liz and is speechless
Liz, shyly
LIZ : What do you think?
Red chuckles, walks away, trying to regain his composure
RED : The Troll Farmer uses social media to conduct highly coordinated disinformation campaigns on behalf of governments, lobbyists, corporations, crime syndicates, and on occasion, a humble fugitive. He’s mastered the art of information warfare by creating events, virtual hoaxes designed to piggyback on real public anxiety. He activates hundreds of fake accounts to post thousands of tweets, creating the appearance of, say, a terrorist attack in Paris that served as cover for an art heist. He doctors screenshots from news outlets to report an ebola outbreak in Atlanta in order to drive up the stock of a drug company developing a cure. The Troll Farmer is much more than a rumor monger. The events he creates appear to be real and provoke a very real response. Smoke manufactured to draw the cameras away from the real fire.
Liz approaches Red
LIZ : She was blonde. My mother. That picture in your apartment– she was blonde. I look like her, don’t I?
Grimaces. Nods slightly, then turns away from her
RED : We are out of time.
LIZ : Is she alive?
Door opens. Woman enters. Gun cocks.Door closes
RED : Hello. Raymond, Elizabeth, and you are?
MARTHA : Martha.
RED : Martha.
MARTHA : Please– please don’t hurt me.
RED : No, no, no, no. We’re not gonna hurt you, Martha. We are, however, going to take your cellphone and lock you in the bathroom, okay?
MARTHA : Okay.
RED : I must say, your hair, the way it frames your face is very becoming.
MARTHA : Gracias.
RED : De nada.
FBI SPECIAL OPS DIVISION
SAMAR : I reviewed every witness statement and the surveillance from the hotel. There’s nothing to indicate that Cooper was complicit in Connolly’s death or in Liz’s escape.
RESSLER : Thank God.
SAMAR : He wasn’t complicit, but you were. You asked me to see if Cooper helped Liz. He had two opportunities to do that – in the hotel where Connolly was shot and here in the war room where she escaped. She got out by cutting the power. We found a traffic camera that shows her exiting the building at 11:22.
RESSLER : Yeah, from the service corridor where I found her phone.
SAMAR : Cameras came back online in the war room at 11:23. That’s 60 seconds only you can account for.
RESSLER : I don’t know what you’re talking about.
SAMAR : I think you let her go. I think this way that you’re acting, this anger, it’s because you think it’s your fault. You trusted her and she turned around and murdered the Attorney General.
RESSLER : I’m angry because our country was attacked.
SAMAR : We’re all angry. But I know there’s something you’re not telling me, and whatever it is, whatever instinct is keeping you from admitting the truth, I don’t trust it.
Telephones ringing
TROLL FARMER'S HOUSE
Red and Liz show up at the house of the Troll Farmer, whose actual name is Bo Chang
CHANG : What are you doing here? I’m not supposed to see you for another seven days.
RED : There’s been a change of plans.
CHANG : I don’t change plans. Not for you, not for anybody.
LIZ : This is him? This is the Troll Farmer?
Door closes
RED : Perhaps I should’ve told you he doesn’t like that name
Red knocks again
CHANG : I need a week.
RED : You’ve got an hour...
Inside
RED : We’re out of time, Chang. You need to get us out of the city today.
CHANG : The understanding was that you were going to stay underground for a week. That was the contract.
RED : I’ve had you on retainer for over three years. Your content providers have all my pertinent files.
CHANG : You’re not the problem, Mr. Reddington. My programmers are scrambling to build content for your plus one. She’s the wrinkle here.
RED : Today.
In another room
YOUNG WOMAN : Oh, my God. You’re– They said I would be doubling. They were gonna take pictures, but I had no idea it was you.
LIZ : Who are you?
YOUNG WOMAN : I guess I’m you. Elizabeth Keen, right? Is he here, too? Reddington? Are you with him now? I don’t mean to pry, but how does it feel?
LIZ : How does what feel?
YOUNG WOMAN : To be a fugitive.
Camera shutter clicks : they take photos of Liz
MAN : 3rd Street tunnel is still shut down. News teams, camera crews, choppers overhead.
MAN #2: Anywhere near Capitol Hill, The Mall, Union Station will be flooded with cameras, too.
Camera shutter clicking
MAN #3: Capitol Hill is no fly.
Discussion between Chang's associates
– We might be able to use that to our advantage.
– What about tunnels under Dupont Circle? Be a good escape route.
– We don’t want to contend with Capitol Police.
– What do we know about the perimeter? How close can we get?
– City is blanketed with traffic cameras and CCTV.
– Very few blind spots.
CHANG : Okay, okay. Talk to me about liabilities. Twitter, Snapchat, Reddit. I want addresses, hotspots where a sighting is most likely to blow up on social.
To Red, sitting on a couch
CHANG : Give us about a 20% chance of pulling this off.
RED : Chin up, Chang. Believe in yourself and others will, too.
CHANG : What is that, another one of your dumbass literary quotes?
RED : Fortune cookie.
FBI SPECIAL OPS DIVISION
REVEN WRIGHT : You had them and they got away?
RESSLER : Chased them out of hiding. Reddington had a plan, now he doesn’t. It’s a win.
REVEN WRIGHT: Terror alert has been elevated to severe. There is no win in that.
RESSLER : Perimeter’s 200 blocks. We’re turning over 10 blocks an hour. Won’t be long now.
REVEN WRIGHT: I’ve had to brief the White House. They know you were Keen’s partner.
RESSLER : That’s an advantage.
REVEN WRIGHT: I agree. That’s why I’ve risked my career to back you. Don’t make me regret doing that
INTERROGATION CELL
Door opens, slams
RESSLER : Spoke with Main Justice.
Door closes
RESSLER : Charlene’s being released. No charges are gonna be filed at this time.
COOPER : Thank you.
RESSLER : And you’re being released, pending further investigation.
COOPER : Apparently Justice wasn’t informed that I advised Agent Keen to run.
RESSLER : Apparently not.
COOPER : Glad to know you don’t think I was complicit.
RESSLER : I do think you were complicit.
COOPER : Why didn’t you say anything? ‘
RESSLER : Cause they didn’t ask. Besides, I’m complicit, too. When Keen, uh– When she broke out of interrogation, I caught up to her. I could’ve stopped her. I mean, I should’ve stopped her, but I didn’t. I let her go. Because I did, the Attorney General is dead.
COOPER : That’s a blessing.
RESSLER : A blessing? Murder? That’s something Reddington would say, not you.
COOPER : You made a decision based on instinct. You should trust that.
RESSLER : My job isn’t to trust my gut. My job is to uphold the law. I intend to do that.
TROLL FARMER'S HOUSE
On the couch
LIZ : When I was a little girl, I used to imagine that my mother was a prima ballerina who danced fr kings and queens in London and Paris. And she only left me with Sam until she could come home again and sweep me away. I never would’ve imagined... What happened to her? My mother.
RED : There was a time in my life when I was quite sure I knew exactly what happened to Katarina Rostova. But after all these years, I’m not sure I have any real sense of how or why she disappeared.
LIZ : Everyone talks as if she was a terrible person. Was she?
Chang interrupts
CHANG : Okay, we’re as ready as we’re gonna be. Either you’ll be free within the hour or you’ll be arrested and tried for treason.
FBI SPECIAL OPS DIVISION
ARAM : I think we got something. Picked it up online. Twitter photo. Posted it two minutes ago, taken in the Shaw Neighborhood at 9th and Q.
RESSLER : Area’s controlled by the 18th Street Gang.
SAMAR : If they’re there, it’s for protection.
RESSLER : Call Vice. I want the location of all known safe houses. Roll all units. This ends now.
18 TH STREET GANG'S SAFE HOUSE
Rap music plays
FBI'S AGENTS : – FBI! – FBI!
RESSLER :Hey! Hey! Against the wall!
Indistinct yelling
GANGSTER : I got your girl. I swear I’ll kill her.
Man is holding a gun to Samar’s head
GANGSTER : I’m not playing with you.
AGENT : All clear. They’re not here.
GANGSTER : You hear me, cop? I said I got your girl.
Ressler shoots, hits gangster, walks away
TROLL FARMER'S HOUSE
Keyboard clacking
CHANG : Vans are here.
LIZ : Vans? We’re splitting up?
RED : Yes.
LIZ : Why?
RED : Because it doubles the odds that one of us will make it out to clear your name.
CHANG : I’ll fulfill the contract, but after this, no more, you hear me? You, this, too much of a liability.
To Liz
RED : Ready?
LIZ : Yeah.
CHANG : You’re crazy, old man.
RED : You have no idea.
Red hides in a white van and Liz in a blue van
18 TH STREET GANG'S SAFE HOUSE
SAMAR : You didn’t have a shot.You could have missed.
RESSLER : Yeah, but I didn’t.
SAMAR : You were lucky. I was lucky you were lucky. I said before I didn’t trust your instincts. Now they scare me.
18 TH STREET GANG'S SAFE HOUSE/FBI SPECIAL OPS DIVISION
Cellphone rings. Cellphone beeps
On phone
ARAM : Okay, I’ve got something. A call to the tip line. A CCTV feed and three tweets all indicating Mr. Reddington and Agent Keen are moving north/northwest on Foxhall Road past Reservoir.
RESSLER : Roll a SWAT team over to Georgetown Foxhall Road.
ARAM : Hang on, I have a sighting in Adams Morgan. Wait, wait, no.
RESSLER : What? Aram, talk to me.
ARAM : Okay, MSNBC’s home page just uploaded video of them at Michigan Park. Hold on, this can’t be right.
RESSLER : What?
ARAM : All right, my screen– my screen’s blowing up here. I’ve got them in Brookmont, but the tip line has them in Palisades.
WRIGHT : What the hell is going on?
ARAM : I have no idea. I’ve got them in five different parts of the city all at the same time.
WRIGHT : Well, that’s interesting because CNN is quoting the Head of the Criminal Division saying they’ve been captured in Kalorama Heights.
ARAM : Wait, is that true?
WRIGHT : Of course it’s not true. I’m the Head of the Criminal Division.
RESSLER : Aram. Dispatch rolling units to all these sightings.
ARAM : Uh, yes, rolling all available agencies. Uh, Mr. Reddington and Agent Keen can’t be in all of these places, but they must be in one of them.
RESSLER : Or maybe they’re not. That’s what Reddington wants us to think. He wants us to divert all our manpower to the south. It’s a diversion. Redirect all the units to the checkpoints along the northern perimeter. That’s where they’re gonna be.
CHECKPOINT ALONG NORTHERN PERIMETER
Police controls the white van
RED'S DRIVER : Thought I heard on the radio they caught the two you’re looking for.
DISPATCHER : All units be advised, suspects are in custody. Repeat, suspects are in custody. All units please stand down.
The white van pass the control
Siren chirps. Fbi arrives but the blue van hasn't crossed the control yet
WHITE VAN
DRIVER : We got a problem.
Red sees the FBI
RED : Give me your phone.
Police radio chatter.Cellphone rings
WHITE VAN/BLUE VAN
On phone
RED : Lizzy. They know.
LIZ : Where are you?
RED : I made it through, but you won’t. You have to turn back right now.
LIZ : Turn back where? There’s nowhere – What are you doing?
DRIVER : Getting you out of here.
Liz to her driver
LIZ : Where are you going?
On phone
RED : Lizzy, listen to me. Take a breath. You can do this.
LIZ : What? What am I gonna do?
RED : I’m outside the perimeter, and I won’t be able to get back to you in time, so you’re on your own. You need to find a place to hide, someplace where they cannot get to you.
LIZ : I can’t.
RED : Katarina Rostova was the cleverest, most resourceful woman I have ever known.
LIZ : What are you saying?
RED : No matter how dark the moment, she could always find her way through.
LIZ : She was a Russian spy who I never knew.
RED : No, you didn’t. But that doesn’t mean your mother is gone. I see her in you every day. She’s as much a part of you as the air you breathe.
LIZ : I can’t do this.
RED : You can. You must.
Liz to driver
LIZ : 2650 Wisconsin Avenue.
RED : No. Lizzy, no, no, no.
LIZ : It’s the only chance I’ve got.
She hangs up. To driver
LIZ : 2650 Wisconsin Avenue. Get there now.
A RESTAURANT
Dembe forces his way into a restaurant, taking out the guards. Solomon is eating dinner, unperturbed.
DEMBE : Where is she?
Silverware clatters
IN A STREET
Cellphone rings. Cellphone beeps
Liz’s driver is apprehended. Liz is gone
On phone
RED : Kudos, Donald. I’m impressed.
RESSLER : What do you want?
RED : To give you a blacklister.
RESSLER : I’ll pass.
RED : The diversion that allowed me to slip past your perimeter, the man who orchestrated that cooked it up in under an hour. He’s an illusionist essential to criminals such as myself, and I am giving him to you.
RESSLER : Where’s Keen? You said you got past the perimeter. You wouldn’t be calling unless she didn’t.
RED : No, she didn’t. But I’m not telling you anything you don’t know already, Donald. I’m sure by now you found the vehicle that was transporting her.
RESSLER : So, that’s what this is about? You knowing that I’ll find her and giving me a blacklister in exchange for when I do.
RED : No. It’s not a trade or a bribe or an offer of payment in kind to entice you to look away. I admire your probity too much for that.
RESSLER : So, what do you want? ‘Cause you only give to get.
RED : All I want is your word as a man of honor.
RESSLER : My word.
RED : You know Elizabeth. You know she’s not a Russian spy or a traitor or a terrorist. You know that’s not who she is.
RESSLER : Doesn’t matter what I know.
RED : If you catch her, it will. It will matter a great deal.What you know about her, what you feel about her could make all the difference. So, my offer. One blacklister in exchange for your word that you will give her the benefit of every doubt. Can you do that, Donald? Can you give me your word?
RESSLER : Yes.
RED : His name is Bo Chang. 65 East Goethe.
RESSLER : Bo Chang. Got it. Hey, Reddington. I will find you.
Red chuckles
RED : You know, as my father used to say to me, just because you’ve been bumped up to first chair in the orchestra doesn’t mean you can compose a symphony.
ISABELLA'S APARTMENT
Cellphone beeps ; on phone
ISABELLA : Hello?
SOLOMON : Open the door. Dear, your daughter’s life depends on it.
Baby crying
ISABELLA : Oh, my God! No, no, no, no, no.
SOLOMON : Don’t touch her. Not yet.
Isabella gasps
SOLOMON : Take a picture of her with your phone.
ISABELLA : What?
SOLOMON : Take a picture of your daughter and send it to this number, please. Chop, chop.
Camera shutter clicks.Cellphone chimes
SOLOMON : Very good, dear. Thank you for your cooperation.
Solomon shows photo of baby to Dembe
DEMBE : You returned her. Why?
SOLOMON : Because your reputation precedes you, Mr. Zuma. There was no doubt you would do whatever was necessary to affect your granddaughter’s release. You are a man of your word.
Solomon chuckles
DEMBE: Give me one reason why I should not kill you.
SOLOMON : Because if you do kill me, then your granddaughter will not receive the antidote to the time-released nerve agent we introduced into her digestive track. And inside of three weeks, will suffer an agonizing death.
DEMBE : What do you want?
SOLOMON : I want you to breathe very deeply.
Gives Dembe an aerosol mask
Dembe, Breathing deeply : he falls asleep
FBI arrest Bo Chang and his men
FBI'S CAR
SAMAR : All checkpoints just reported in. There’s no sign of her.
RESSLER : She didn’t get out. She’s gonna need a place to stay. Who’s gonna harbor an international spy?
SAMAR : That’s it. A spy. Her mother was a Russian spy.
RESSLER : Son of–
Engine turns over, tires squeal
OUTSIDE COOPER'S HOUSE
Charlene is waiting Harold who arrives in a cab
CHARLENE COOPER : Harold. Harold! Honey! You all right? Are you all right?
COOPER : I’m fine. Me. My health.
CHARLENE : You’re not sick?
COOPER : It’s a long story.
Sighs. Laughs
IN FRONT OF THE RUSSIAN EMBASSY
Ressler chases Liz down street. At Russian embassy, she scales fence. Guards come to confront her
Sirens wailing
Liz to guards
LIZ : Help! My name is Masha Rostova. I’m a Russian agent. I work for the FSB, and I’m seeking diplomatic immunity.
Adapté du site «The Blacklist Classified», mise en page par mnoandco
