RUSSIAN EMBASSY, WASHINGTON D.C.
Siren wailing. Door opens. Door closes
KOZLOV: I do apologize for keeping you waiting. Mikhail Kozlov.
LIZ : Are you the Embassy Intelligence Chief?
KOZLOV: We are not here to discuss my curriculum vitae, Agent Keen, only to ascertain why you are here and what you hope to accomplish now that the FBI has surrounded the embassy.
LIZ : I am not here to speak to a pawn without adequate clearance.
KOZLOV: Nor are we here to harbor foreign agents of the FBI, Agent Keen.
To the camera
LIZ : My name is Masha Rostova. I am a deep cover operative for the Federalnaya Sluzhba Bezopasnosti. I have successfully completed my mission and am hereby seeking asylum. I would appreciate an immediate and private audience with your Chief Intelligence Officer.
In observation room, 2 men.One of the men pick up the phone
IN FRONT OF RUSSIAN EMBASSY
RESSLER : I need to speak to whoever’s in command of security, and I need to do it now. You understand?
SAMAR : Ressler. I just got off the line with Reven Wright.
RESSLER: Did we get the go-ahead?
SAMAR: The State Department has requested that the Russians bring her out.
RESSLER: Requested? Nobody would be making a request if it was Bin Laden in there. On US soil? We’d be blasting our way in.
SAMAR : The Russian embassy isn’t US soil. That fence is a border. Crossing it is tantamount to armed invasion. It’s literally an act of war.
RESSLER : I know, but look around. The war’s already started.
RUSSIAN EMBASSY
A man turned off the camera
RASKOVICH : Agent Keen.
Mic clatters
RASKOVICH : Or do you prefer “Rostova”?
HOTEL ROOM
Rapid beeping. Shower running, man and woman laughing.Cell phone rings.Woman giggles
MAN : Oh.
WOMAN : Leave it.
Ring
CONNIE : Patience, golubushka. Duty calls.
Chimes .Exhales sharply
RED : Oh, Connie. What a delightful nod to tradition. I can’t tell you how nostalgic it is to see a Russian bureaucrat demonstrating such a time-honored absence of work ethic.
WOMAN : Connie? Is someone here?
CONNIE: No, darling. Keep the shower running. I’ll be right in.
Singsongy
CONNIE : I bought us a toy.
Door creaks
WOMAN : Mm.
Giggles
RED : She’s much prettier than she looks sitting behind the news anchor desk.
CONNIE: Get out.
RED : Plus, she’s married to a ranking member of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee. Only fair, I suppose, given the black book military aid he’s allocated to Crimea. Reciprocity’s a bitch, right Connie? Screw the Bear, the Bear screws back, batteries not included.
Connie starts to make call
RED : By all means, do call in the troops. What with your government’s implication in the Orea bombing and assassinations of the sitting Senator and the Attorney General of the United States, how much harm could a weekly game of water wiggle between their ambassador and a senator’s wife cause? Barely a blip in the news cycle. Though, I doubt the Kremlin will be nearly as jejune as I am.
Cell phone clatters
CONNIE: What do you want?
RED : That’s the spirit, Connie. Service with a smile. The reason your underlings are so rudely interrupting your weekly tryst is because Elizabeth Keen turned herself in to your embassy and has identified herself as a deep cover FSB agent in distress.
Connie scoffs
CONNIE: That’s absurd.
Red laughs
RED : Yes, quite. Nevertheless, she’s currently demanding diplomatic immunity. And I want real-time reports of everything– everything that occurs inside that building, especially the names of every drone in the decision loop between here and Moscow. That won’t present a problem, will it, Connie?
Cell phone ringing
RED : Duty calls, comrade.
RUSSIAN EMBASSY
LIZ : Who are you?
RASKOVICH : Alexander Raskovich, FSB Chief Intelligence Agent for Washington, DC, which makes me Senior Intelligence Agent for the entire Western hemisphere. I am intimately acquainted with every single Russian intelligence asset in North and South America, active and inactive. And you, dear, are not one of them. Which begs a question – why are you masquerading as such when you and I both know you are no such thing?
LIZ : I came here to protect myself, to get your help because our interests are aligned. Your country and I have been blamed for crimes we did not commit. It was committed by a global consortium known in some quarters as the Cabal.
RASKOVICH: What are their objectives?
LIZ : To reignite the Cold War between Russia and the United States.
RASKOVICH: And to what end?
LIZ : I will tell you everything that I know after I’ve been guaranteed, in writing, diplomatic immunity.
RASKOVICH: How do I know that you’re not working for the Cabal? How do I know that you’re not here posing as a victim to gain safe passage away from the FBI?
LIZ : The Russian assassin, the one known as Karakurt.
RASKOVICH: Never heard of him.
LIZ: He’s been turned. The Cabal framed me. Who better than the daughter of a KGB agent? RASKOVICH : Hmm. Katarina Rostova.
LIZ : A KGB agent was turned, but it wasn’t me. It was Karakurt. He’s gone. Check, and when you’ve confirmed he’s missing, draw up my immunity agreement.
IN FRONT OF RUSSIAN EMBASSY
Radio chatter
RESSLER : Did we get the breach order?
SAMAR : Negative. The Russians are denying the State Department’s request. They’re not going to turn her in.
RESSLER : Is the White House involved? Are they gonna make the call?
SAMAR : We’ve been ordered to stand down.
RESSLER : They’re harboring a terrorist.
SAMAR : The State Department has been very clear. They want this handled diplomatically.
RESSLER : Hold your positions.
Radio chatter continues
RUSSIAN EMBASSY
RASKOVICH: My superiors are willing to hear you out. If they believe you, they will do what they can to help. But not here. You’re being transferred to Moscow for debriefing.
LIZ : Don’t you see that’s playing right into the Cabal’s narrative? The minute I leave US soil, my government will interpret that as a defection.
RASKOVICH: I have delivered a decision. Choose, Agent Keen– Moscow, or you can take your chances with your compatriots outside.
HOTEL ROOM
Connie speaks Russian on the phone
CONNIE'S LADY FRIEND: Where’s my wedding ring?
RED : Bedside table, behind the Ben Wa balls.
Ring scrapes table
To Red, angry
WOMAN : You.
Red innocently
RED : Me?
Door opens – she leaves
RED : And I was so riveted …
Door closes
RED :...by her interview with those identical triplets from Milwaukee.
CONNIE : Spasiva.
Phone beeps
On phone
CONNIE :Agent Keen is leaving the embassy.
RED : She’s been arrested?
CONNIE : The Kremlin has ordered her transfer to Moscow.
RED : Who in the Kremlin?
CONNIE : It was authorized by the Federal Tariff Service, of all things.
RED : Vitsin.
RUSSIAN EMBASSY
Radio chatter.Helicopter whirring overhead, indistinct conversations
Liz is going to be transferred
To Liz, in the diplomatic car
RASKOVICH : Udachi.
Car door closes
The driver, on phone … with Solomon
DRIVER : The package is in transit.
SOLOMON: Excellent. See Agent Keen to the airport. Our people on the plane will take it from there.
Car engine starts .Buzzer .Brakes squeal
IN FRONT OF RUSSIAN EMBASSY
Ressler is blocking the car with Liz inside
SAMAR : Ressler. Ressler, don’t.
RESSLER : If you’re gonna tell me that diplomatic vehicles have the same protection as the embassy–
SAMAR : You know they do. As long as she’s inside that car, she’s on Russian soil. You can’t touch her.
RESSLER : I can’t let her go.
Brakes squeal
SAMAR : Ressler. I know you’re angry. So am I. But how we feel is not important.Taking her into custody is. We are doing everything we can.
RESSLER : Are we? Really?
SAMAR : Within the law, yes, really.
RUSSIAN EMBASSY/HOTEL ROOM
Indistinct conversations, radio chatter, siren wailing in distance. Ring
Cell phone ring : it's Red
RESSLER: Ressler.
RED : Donald, you cannot let Agent Keen leave the embassy.
RESSLER: Oh, you want a favor? How ’bout you come down here and ask him personally?
RED : Her life depends on it.
RESSLER: ‘Cause I’d be more inclined to help if I had you in cuffs.
RED : You cannot let her leave.
RESSLER: You’re preaching to the choir ’cause she’s already gone.
RED : I received direct confirmation from the Russian Ambassador that Agent Keen’s transfer was authorized by a high-level apparatchik in the Federal Tariff Service, a man named Vladimir Vitsin.
RESSLER: Vitsin?
RED : Yes, the same man who signed the paperwork facilitating Karakurt’s entry into the United States.
RESSLER: He’s an operative for the Cabal.
RED : Any move he makes is in service to their agenda. They’re not transporting Agent Keen to Moscow for debriefing.The second she gets on that plane–
RESSLER: She’s dead.
RED : You need to stop that convoy.
ROAD
Car chase and crashes, shootout : Ressler tries to stop the convoy with his car.
Helicopter blades whirring.Engine revving.Glass shatters, tires screech .Horn blares, tires screeching.Metal scraping.Gunshot.Tires screeching.Gunshot.Tires screech. Gunshots. Panting. Thud. Both grunting.Breathing heavily. Cell phone beeps
Liz shoots driver aiming at Ressler, then runs from accident scene.
RESSLER : Keen!
AN ALLEY
Stops and dials Red. Line ringing. Line clicks, phone beeps.Keypad beeping.Beep
Liz, reading : “1-4-2-5 Peabody.”
FBI SPECIAL OPS DIVISION
REVEN WRIGHT : It’s the best I could do.
COOPER : Full pension and benefits. If I resign.
WRIGHT: Yes, effective immediately. In return, all charges against you will be dropped
COOPER: Agent Keen– have you found her?
WRIGHT: I can’t discuss that with you.
COOPER: What about Karakurt? He’s the terrorist, not her.
WRIGHT: I took your case as far as the White House. I talked to Laurel Hitchin. She’s a friend. She had to pull a lot of strings to get you this deal.
COOPER: I appreciate what you’ve done, Reven. I do. But–
WRIGHT: These are serious charges, Harold. You could go to jail. Take the deal. For you and for Charlene. Take it and move on. If you accept the terms, Harold, they’ll drop the investigation. If you refuse to play ball, pending the outcome, you’ll be reassigned, paper pushing at the CJIS.
Cubicle, potted plant– a dead end, Harold. You’re better than that.
COOPER: Yes, I am.
WRIGHT: You really want to do this?
COOPER: No. What I wanna do is help.
DEL RIO DINER
Indistinct conversations
Red is seated alone at table in a restaurant
Another table
CLAYTON : You think I’m stupid, Carly? You don’t think I know what’s going on?
Indistinct conversations continue
Speaking to Red
CLAYTON : What are you looking at, old man?
Door bell jingles. Liz enters, sees Red
Indistinct conversations continue. Liz sits across from Red
Liz, exhales deeply
Red's table
RED : You all right?
LIZ : No, I’m not all right.
Inhales deeply.Whispers
LIZ : Ressler tried to kill me.
RED : Seeking asylum with the Russians was a dangerous decision.
LIZ : I was out of options. At least I would’ve been secure in Moscow right now.
RED : If by “secure” you mean “dead,” then yes, absolutely. Ressler wasn’t trying to kill you. He was trying to save you. The convoy was compromised.
CHUI : You want? We got a few specials.
RED : The best item on the menu is the pecan pie, right, Chui?
CHUI : Family recipe
LIZ : I’ll just have coffee, thanks. You know him? We’re safe here?
RED : You threw yourself in the hands of the Cabal the moment you got on that vehicle. The only question was whether they’d kill you before or after you entered Russian airspace.
Another table
CARLY : Ow! Clayton, you’re hurting me. No.
To Red
CLAYTON : You deaf, old man? I told you to mind your own business.
To Liz
CLAYTON : Turn around, bitch.
Red gets up and walks over to table
CARLY : Clayton
CLAYTON : Oh, here we go.
RED: Carly.
CLAYTON : What the hell?
Red sits down next to Clayton
CLAYTON : You lookin’ to get yourself killed?
Red pulls gun and sticks it in Clayton’s abdomen. Carly gasps
RED : You haven’t the slightest clue how to speak to a woman, have you? Now, my friend there and I are having a very important discussion. So you just sit tight, enjoy your muffin, and if I hear you say anything other than “please” or “thank you” to Carly, I’m gonna drag you into the men’s room and wash your mouth out with soap. And if that doesn’t work, I’ll cut your filthy tongue out with that butter knife. Is that clear enough for you?
FBI SPECIAL OPS DIVISION
WRIGHT : Agent Ressler, what part of “stand down” don’t you understand?
RESSLER: I was ordered to let Keen go and I did. I wasn’t ordered to let her die. The transport was compromised.
WRIGHT: Says who?
RESSLER: Reddington.
WRIGHT: You spoke to him?
RESSLER : Yeah, he called. Said the Cabal had hijacked Keen.
WRIGHT: You countermanded a direct order and attacked a diplomatic transport on the word of one fugitive in order to save the life of another?
RESSLER: And I’m willing to resign from the task force if the intel that Reddington gave us is wrong.
SAMAR : The driver has been hospitalized. As soon as he can be questioned, we can confirm Reddington’s information.
Computer beeps
ARAM : Okay, we’ve got a sighting. Del Rio Diner, 1425 Peabody Street.
DEL RIO DINER
Women's room
Water running.Turns off faucet.Exhales.Exhales deeply.Whispers
To herself
LIZ : Come on, pull it together.
Door squeaks open .Indistinct conversations
Liz sees a police car
Red's table
LIZ : An MPDC cruiser just pulled up out back.
Red unzips black duffle bag, pulls out shotgun.Click
LIZ : What are you –
Man gasps.Door bells jingle
Red blasts police car.Officers shout indistinctly
OUTSIDE DEL RIO DINER
MAN : Behind the car! All right.
DEL RIO DINER
To people in restaurant
RED : Ladies and gentlemen, please remain calm and take your seats. Clayton.
LIZ : Now what?
Lowered voice
To Liz
RED : Now I apologize.
To everyone
RED : I am terribly sorry for the inconvenience, but it appears we’ll all be taking an extended lunch. However, if you remain calm and do exactly as I say, I promise you’ll leave here with a rip-roaring story to tell your friends and families. Bon appetít.
Siren wailing in distance. Phone rings
To the waitress
RED : Dear, would you mind answering that phone? No doubt it’s for me.
Ring
HOSPITAL
Monitor beeping steadily, ventilator whooshing. Driver of Russian car Liz was in is in hospital bed, not quite asleep
SOLOMON : Oh, I’m sorry. Did I disturb you? They said you were sedated.
Chuckles
SOLOMON : Well, you know what they say? Can’t keep a good man down. Unfortunately, it’s only a matter of time before the FBI pays you a visit, and we can’t have that ’cause you are what is commonly referred to as a “loose end.” Now, you should take heart, because if the Russians are furious now, imagine how irate they’ll be when they learn that there’s been another fatality as a result of Agent Ressler’s attack on your convoy.
Solomon introduces a drug into the driver’s IV
SOLOMON : If it’s any consolation, your heroic devotion to our cause has earned you my most sincere respect. Godspeed, sir.
Gasping. Thrashing. Bed rattling
SOLOMON : Godspeed.
Leaves
Grunting. Monitor beeps rapidly.Emits continuous tone
The guard is dead too
OUTSIDE DEL RIO DINER
Radio chatter, indistinct conversations .Radio chatter continues. Siren wailing in distance
The hostages are positioned as human shields
RESSLER : What do you got?
OFFICER : Cut the power to the building, commandeered the phone lines. Both suspects are still inside.
RESSLER : Both suspects?
OFFICER: Agent Keen and Raymond Reddington.
RESSLER : Keen.
OFFICER: We believe so, but he’s got the hostages positioned as human shields. Can’t get a clear view inside.
RESSLER: Well, then, let’s find out.
OFFICER: What are you doing?
Ressler holds up gun, places it on car hood, holds hands up and walks toward restaurant
Cell phone beeps
OFFICER: Hold fire.
RESSLER: Keen!
Siren continues wailing
RESSLER : Keen!
RED : Ah. Agent Ressler, excellent. Do you have a pen? Because I’m ready to dictate a list of my RESSLER : I owe you, Keen. You saved my life back at that convoy. Now let me return the favor. Come out before this gets bad.
LIZ : It’s already gone bad, and you’re making it worse. If you wanna repay me, do what Reddington says before somebody else gets hurt.
RESSLER : That’s not gonna happen, and you know it. The scene’s locked down. Nowhere to go, and you got zero leverage because I know you. I know what you’re capable of, and you’re not gonna hurt these people.
Red grabs one of the male hostages, points gun at his neck
RED : She won’t, but I will. Ready? My demands are as follows– One, I want the immediate restoration of power to this building. Two, an armored vehicle to transport us safely and unmolested from this door to a runway of my choosing. Three, bring me Marvin Gerard. You have 90 minutes.
RESSLER : That’s it?
RED : After that, a hostage dies every half-hour. That’s it, Agent Ressler.
Later
RESSLER : Marvin Gerard. Graduated magna cum laude from Harvard where, at the tender age of 31, he was appointed the third youngest full professor in the institution’s history. He served as a prosecutor for three years, State of New York. Later, he joined his father-in-law’s criminal defense firm as a full partner. He was on the short list for an appointment to the Federal Bench when his marriage to the boss’s daughter hit the skids. Serves a year for attempting to kidnap their son, gets disbarred. Currently, he’s incarcerated for 7 to 10 in the Cumberland FCI. Although he’s been disbarred, Gerard acts as shadow counsel to some of the biggest players in the criminal underworld – politicians, CEOs and one Raymond Reddington.
Marvin Gerard arrives
SAMAR : Marvin Gerard?
MARVIN : Who are you? What am I doing here?
SAMAR: I’m Special Agent Samar Navabi. You’ve been briefed?
MARVIN : Rousted out of bed, cavity-searched, shackled, transported like livestock? Yes.
Briefed? No.
SAMAR: One of your former clients is holding 17 civilians hostage in that diner. He’s demanded that we bring you here.
MARVIN: Which one?
SAMAR: Raymond Reddington.
MARVIN: I have nothing to do with this. I don’t know what he wants from me. I am not going in there.
SAMAR: Well, you are going in.
RESSLER: If you could please disrobe?
MARVIN: Like hell! Call my lawyer. Who is your OIC?
RESSLER: That would be me.
SAMAR: Gentlemen, help Mr. Gerard out of his, uh, jumpsuit.
MARVIN: This will never work. If he asks me, I’m gonna have to tell him that I’m wearing a wire. It will be unethical for me to lie to my client. Let the record reflect that I am complying under duress and that my Fourth Amendment right to privacy is being violated.
SAMAR : As is my right not to be nauseated. Per Reddington’s demands.
She gives him a suit
SAMAR: Unbelievable.
DEL RIO DINER
RED : I’ll get that, dear.
WAITRESS : The first table over there.
Liquid pouring . Whispers
LIZ : This is not working.
Lowered voice
RED : Lizzy, please. Take a seat. I’ll have Chui bring you a piece of pie. I promise you’ll thank me.
LIZ : Cut it out. A lawyer? How is that gonna help us with this?
RED : Lawyers find and exploit loopholes. It’s what makes them so loathsome. And Marvin Gerard is the most loathsome of them all. That’s what makes him so invaluable.
Knock on door
RED : Speak of the devil.
At the door
RED : Hello, Marvin.
MARVIN : My parole hearing is next week.
RED : Christmas came early.
Unlocks door
MARVIN : You think this is a gift? They’ll probably tack on five more years just seeing you breathe in my direction.
RED : Are you wired?
MARVIN : Of course I’m wired.
Red laughs
MARVIN : I told them not to bother.
Loudly, into microphone
MARVIN : I told you not to bother.
RED : Elizabeth, Marvin Gerard, – criminal attorney –
In the van
ARAM : « One down ».
RED : Not necessarily in that order.
MARVIN : Finally. I am in the presence of greatness. You’re the one. You’re the one who made him throw away his freedom.
RED : Good God, Marv, let it go.
MARVIN : What? You asked for my advice.
RED : I was simply giving you, as a friend, a heads up regarding my plans. You were a wonderful attorney.
MARVIN : And you were a terrible client.
Mic thuds. Static hisses
In the van
ARAM : «Two.»
MARVIN : Not that you’re interested, but, uh I just got engaged. Becky Weinberg.
Bug clatters .Static hisses. Third wire
RED : Becky from the old firm? The paralegal.
Laughing
RED : Oh, my God. You old dog. Oh!
MARVIN : Getting older by the minute. You just extended my engagement about a decade with this stunt. Now I’m never gonna make parole. Becky and I– She’s not gonna wait around.
RED : All right, counselor, let’s get down to business. I have a situation that requires your undivided attention.
MARVIN : No, it doesn’t. Turn yourselves in.
RED : Marvin, hear me out. You don’t have all the facts.
MARVIN : No? But I have eyes. And I can see that you’re in here, and they are out there. And now you’re gonna start in with me about how, oh, with you, there’s always more than meets the eye.
Liz’s pistol is tucked in the back of her pants. Clayton tries to get it. They get into a fist fight. She is more than a match for him
CARLY : No, stop!
RED : Elizabeth!
Grunting
CARLY : Uhh! Uhh! – Stop! – Uhh!
RED : That’s enough!
Panting . Liz has her pistol, spins around and points it at Red. Close-ups of their faces. Their looks at each other are full of dark questions. Red reaches for the gun, takes it from her
Gasps. Woman panting and whimpering.Patrons murmuring. Mouthing words.Clayton groaning and gasping
RED : You broke his ribs. Sounds like his lung is punctured.
Grunting. Liz tries to provide medical assistance to Clayton on the floor
CARLY : You’re hurting him.
LIZ : That’s the only way to stop the swelling.
CARLY : What do you care?
LIZ : I didn’t want anybody to get hurt.
CARLY : Really? Seemed to me like you wanted to hurt him bad.
RED : She didn’t have a choice. What if he’d gotten her gun? What then, Carly? Do you think any of us would be safer if he were armed? You think you’d be safe?
Marvin is working on a computer
LIZ : What is he working on? A plea agreement? Why else bring a lawyer in here other than to cut a deal? If you think for one second that I am interested–
RED : There will be no deal.
LIZ : Then why go to all the trouble to bring him in here? Doesn’t make any sense.
RED : Marvin Gerard was one of the most respected defense attorneys on the Eastern seaboard. Perfect wife, perfect job, perfect, all of it. Save for his son Timothy. Quiet boy. Fell in with some bad eggs, it seems. Disciplinary issues, troubles at school, drug abuse. Timothy was getting a steady supply of amphetamines from his mother’s shrink– Ritalin, Adderall. She constantly bullied the boy. Marvin and his wife separated. He fought for custody, contacted police, social services. But his wife was the princess in a very prominent and powerful legal dynasty, so no action was ever taken. Timothy remained in her sole custody. Her abuse worsened. Convinced he had no other option, Marvin kidnapped the boy. They tracked him down, of course. Returned the child to his mother. Marvin was disbarred, convicted, and incarcerated.
LIZ : And what happened to his son?
RED : A year later, Timothy hung himself. He was 15.
OUTSIDE DEL RIO DINER
Giving instructions
AGENT : Snipers in position for cover. Teams make simultaneous entries here and here.Flashbangs and smoke. Secure and contain the scenario. Counter minimal risk of collateral damage. We’re all set on my mark.
ARAM : He can’t do that, can he? Can you do that?
SAMAR : No. We don’t have eyes inside. Even a minimal risk of collateral damage is too much.
RESSLER : We wait. Reddington’s not gonna hurt anybody in that building. Keen won’t let him.
AGENT : Same girl who shot the Attorney General?
RESSLER : That was different.
AGENT : She’s in over her head.
SAMAR: It’s probably why they got spotted.
AGENT : It wasn’t her that was spotted. Anonymous tip came in on Reddington, not Keen.
Ressler, suspicious, to Aram
RESSLER : Get me that 911 call
DEL RIO DINER
Typing
MARVIN : Raymond. Did you read this?
RED : Yes. It’s the voice transcripts we recovered from the Fulcrum.
MARVIN : No, I didn’t ask you if you recognize it. I asked you if you read it– specifically section 39C, pages 216 to 217, lines 5 through 19. Here.
RED : This can’t be right.
MARVIN : God, no. It’s all kinds of wrong.
RED : This is a perilously fast run down a slippery road.
MARVIN: Granted, you’d have to hit all green lights, but yeah, we could make it work.
Clayton on the floor
CARLY : He– he can’t breathe! Somebody help him!
To Liz
CARLY : No, not you! Get away from him!
Gasping
RED : His chest cavity is filling with blood.
Liz lowered voice
LIZ : His lungs are gonna collapse if we don’t get him medical attention in the next 20 to 30 minutes tops.
RED : Fine. He’ll be in Agent Ressler’s capable care by then. We’re leaving.
LIZ : Leaving?
RED: Attention, everyone. We’re done here, so if you could all be so kind as to gather up your belongings and step into the kitchen.
To Carly and Clayton
RED: Except you two. You stay right there. Lucinda? Chui, be a pal. Wrap up two slices of that delicious pecan pie.
OUTSIDE DEL RIO DINER
RESSLER: I spent five years tracking Reddington and can count on one hand the number of times we got a credible sighting.
ARAM : I found the 9-1-1 call.
Cell phone rings. Beep .Whispers
RESSLER : Wait a second.
RED : I’m very disappointed, Donald. I would’ve expected you of all people would’ve understood that when I make a demand, it’s just that. Stalling is not tolerated.
RESSLER: We’re doing the best we can, all right?
RED : Why isn’t the power back on? Where’s my armored vehicle?
RESSLER : We’re working on it.
RED : Work harder. If the power isn’t back in 60 seconds, I’m gonna start shooting people. Your time starts now.
Receiver clatters
AGENT : Give him the power.
RESSLER: He’s bluffing.
AGENT: I can’t take that chance.
Beep
AGENT: Restore the power.
DEL RIO DINER
Static hisses. Loud clank.Electricity surges and whirs
The hostages are locked into a cold room
Red, Liz, Chui and Lucinda go to another one
RED: Counselor?
Directs him into hallway.Red laughs Chui gives him two slices of that delicious pecan pie.
RED: The least of your many talents, my friend.
Keypad to secret escape beeping. Whirring
OUTSIDE DEL RIO DINER
Red’s voice on 911 call : « He just looked right at me.
– It’s him.
– It’s Reddington.»
RESSLER :That’s Reddington.
ARAM : He called the tip in on himself.
RESSLER :This whole thing, he wanted us to – Breach! Breach now!
DEL RIO DINER
Door whooshes in a secret room
CHUI : Okay, everyone, let’s pack it up.
RED : I’m sorry you have to burn this operation on our account, Chui. It was a beautiful thing.
CHUI : If only it lasted. They’ll be packed and long gone before the FBI ever gets down here. This way.
Loud bang
FBI'S AGENT :
– Let’s go!
– Go!
Men shouting indistinctly
FBI'S AGENT :
– Kitchen!
– Kitchen!
Indistinct shouting continues
Ressler finds the hostages
SAMAR : They’re not here.
RESSLER: Hell.
Loud clank in distance
AGENT : Get these people out of here.
RESSLER : They didn’t just disappear. There’s gotta be a way out. Break down every wall if you have to. Find them.
OUTSIDE DEL RIO DINER
MARVIN: This is a bad situation, Red. They will hunt me, and they will find me. And when they do, do you know where I am going? – In a hole.
RED : Do you like Tahiti?
MARVIN : Solitary. 23 hours a day. There will be no parole and no chance of seeing Becky again, that’s for sure.
RED : You’re a free man, Marvin. Instead of facing a notoriously unpredictable parole board and the showering with the boys, you’ll be unwinding on a small banana plantation I have outside of Papeete.
Laughs, a car arrives
MARVIN : Becky.
She’s in the car
RED : Get in the car, Marvin. Have a mai tai, soak up some sun because I’ll be contacting you soon, and when I do, I want this plan of yours to be thoroughly mapped out. We only have one shot at this. I’ll be in touch. Make sure you have Heia air dry your sheets! You’ll sleep like a baby!
LIZ : This whole thing, the diner, it wasn’t a hostage situation. It was a jail break.
RED: Yes. We’re not gonna be able to fight our way out of this, Lizzy. We’re gonna have to think our way out.
LIZ : You really think he can help?
RED : I do.
LIZ : Where do we go from here?
FBI SPECIAL OPS DIVISION
Telephone rings
RESSLER : The owner’s gone, the lawyer’s gone, and Red and Liz are gone.
SAMAR : Why would he go to all this trouble, risk everything, just to free Marvin Gerard?
RESSLER : Put the word out. They’re in the wind, and we’re back to square one.
SHIPPING CONTAINER
RED : Mmm.
Chewing .Light jazz playing
RED : You have no idea what I’ve offered Chui to divulge the secret of this recipe.
Mouth full
RED : He won’t say. I suspect it has something to do with how he beats his eggs.
LIZ . I cannot stop thinking about that man from the diner.
RED : I wonder if he uses a whisk.
LIZ : His wife, the way she looked at me. No one’s ever looked at me like that before. How do you do it?
RED : Do what?
LIZ : How do you deal with people looking at you that way? The fear? How do you go on knowing that people are terrified of you?
RED : From as early as I can remember, I dreamed of someday being captain of a ship. To be out there on the ocean in the middle of the night, navigating by the stars. I always thought it would be the greatest life on earth. The people you’re talking about ...
Sighs
RED : ...The ones who think they know you they really don’t know anything about you at all. I’ve never told anyone that before.
Laughs
RED : About a life at sea.
LIZ : Why didn’t you do it? You went into Naval Intelligence instead.
RED : It was the Cold War. There were spies to run.
LIZ : The Cabal – they blamed you for something you hadn’t done.
RED : Sailors have been navigating by the stars for thousands of years. Odysseus spent a decade at war.
Pouring liquor
RED :But his biggest battle was finding his way home.
Cap clinks.Thud
LIZ : I think you would’ve made a terrific captain.
Laughs
RED : I don’t know.
Chuckles
RED : You can’t do every silly thing you want to in life. You have to make your choices. You have to try to be happy with them. I think we’ve done pretty well. I’m not saying it’s easy to ignore the way people look at you. But I hope you can find some solace in the fact that when I look at you...
Red smiles to Liz
Red goes over to a keypad on the wall and enters a code. Keypad beeps: A large double door to the outside opens Red touches Liz’s elbow to guide her outside, Liz’s hair is blown about by the wind.
Pointing
RED : That’s Polaris, the North Star...sailors used to find their way home... When I look at you, that’s what I see. I see my way home.
Camera looks ahead to show they are on a ship plowing forward into the waves. The stars shine above. Camera angle changes to in front of ship. We see it is a large cargo ship. Red and Liz have stepped out onto a second story platform. It's a shipping containers, with the doors open on the central, upper deck unit, warm light flooding out into the night
POST-OFFICE
Cooper takes his fonction in a small office
ABANDONED HOUSE
To Dembe
SOLOMON : I’m a man of my word. Your granddaughter got the antidote.
Gloves snapping
SOLOMON : Now it’s your turn. We lost your boss, and no one seems to know where he’s gone.
Clatters
SOLOMON : But I have the sneaking suspicion that you do. So where is Raymond Reddington?
Smacks Dembe with weighted cloth tube
HALLWAY
Ressler in hallway. He is followed. Gun cocks
Hoodie pulled up : it's Tom
TOM: We need to talk.
Adapté du site «The Blacklist Classified», mise en page par mnoandco
