Previously on The Blacklist
COOPER : What would you do to help Elizabeth Keen?
TOM : Anything.
COOPER : Find Karakurt. The Cabal hired him to do what she’s being framed for. Figure out a way to infiltrate the crime ring thát may be protecting Karakurt.
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RUSSIAN DRIVER : They will come for you.
TOM : I’m counting on it.
Tom shoots him
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RESSLER : Marvin Gerard. Acts as a “shadow counsel” to some of the biggest players in the criminal underworld.
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RED : Yeah. We could make it work.
We only have one shot at this. I’ll be in touch.
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Solomon to the Director
SOLOMON : I’m here because people in our organization have lost confidence in you.
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Presidential Commission investigating terror events including the Orea bombing
LAUREL HITCHIN : The FBI and the CIA must communicate which means you two must work together.
DIRECTOR : I’m fine with that.
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SIR CRISPIN CRANDALL 'S PLANE
SIR CRISPIN CRANDALL : The brain is everything. Memory, consciousness, personality. Imagine if we could free the brain from the body. What then? Without that wretched carcass marching you toward death you might live forever. You’d like to live forever, wouldn’t you, Dr Kucera? I know I would.
Laughing
A man is shown in wheelchair. He looks a lot like Stephen Hawking. He cannot speak
SIR CRISPIN CRANDALL : Despite the pain and isolation of being trapped in that skin, your paper on “Twin Prime Conjecture” set the world of number theory on fire. Hats off to you, Sir. Hats off! I am in awe of your intellect. And the seminal contributions you’ve made to the field of mathematics That’s why, uh, that’s why I’ve chosen you to join us on this wonderful voyage. Soon you will be free of that broken shell. You will be able to walk and talk with ease. You may even be able to sing and dance. Does that appeal to you, Dr Kucera? I should think it would. You and I, along with the others, will free ourselves. We shall “slip the surly bonds of Earth … And touch the face of God.”
Beep
CRISPIN CRANDALL : I see the captain has turned on the seatbelt sign.
Alarm beeping
CRISPIN CRANDALL : Well, make sure that your seat back and folding tray are in their full upright position.
Rapid beeping
CRISPIN CRANDALL : We’re in for a bumpy ride.
Rumbling, shaking
RED'S JET
Liz sighs, she takes care of Dembe
LIZ : Okay. Drink. It’s Japanese matcha tea. It has 17 times the antioxidants of wild blueberries and seven more thank dark chocolate.
DEMBE : You will be fine, Elizabeth. He will make sure of it.
LIZ : I thought I was taking care of you.
Red arrives
RED : How’s the patient?
LIZ : Stubborn. Sweet. Stubborn.
RED : Lizzy, what do you know about Andras Halmi?
LIZ : The French economist?
RED : Belgian. He’s an econometrician. He develops economic models using regression analysis and game theory. One of the world’s greatest minds. And he’s been abducted.
LIZ : What does that mean to us?
RED : Andras Halmi is the Director’s most trusted advisor. And has information that is critical to our plan. At first, I thought it might be a random abduction. But thát appears not to be the case as another elite econometrician went missing in Paris 10 days ago.
LIZ : Another? How many are there?
RED : It’s a small group. Too small to be a coincidence. In the past six months, two acclaimed geneticists have gone missing, two prize-winning civil engineers. Always a man and a woman. Someone is building an ark, Lizzy, and populating it with some of the most brilliant minds of our time. But to clear your name we need to find Andras Halmi. And to find Andras Halmi, we need to find that ark.
RESSLER'S OFFICE/ RED'S JET
On conference call with Red
RESSLER : We know about the abductions.
SAMAR : The bureau believes that some kind of a brain drain. Whoever is responsible is organized and resourceful. Likely a foreign power.
RESSLER : Why force your country to learn when you can just grab the world’s experts and advance decades overnight?
RED : It’s a novel theory, Donald. But like all novels, it’s fiction, We’re not dealing with a rogue nation state here. We’re dealing with the next name on the Blacklist.
RESSLER : No, we’re not. Not unless you give me a good reason why.
RED : The Director. You’ve been ordered to work together, to share intelligence in the pursuit of Agent Keen. I imagine that’s a rather awkward and fraught relationship, one you’d be anxious to terminate.
RESSLER : I’m listening.
RED : Andras Halmi, a confidante of the Director’s, is among the missing. He has valuable information I need.
SAMAR : You want us to find him.
RED : Yes. Without alerting the Director, of course.
RESSLER : Well, good luck with that. His team is tapping into our systems.
RED : Be that as it may, he must not find out about this case.
RESSLER'S OFFICE
The Director enters as Ressler hangs up
RESSLER : So, getting settled in okay.
DIRECTOR : You can dispense with the pleasantries. We’re not your house guests. My team has been reviewing the activities of this task force over the past few weeks, and it appears that you have not only been communicating with Reddington and Keen but have been assisting them in some investigative capacity.
RESSLER : That’s right. That was him on the phone, giving us another case.
DIRECTOR : So you admit then to servicing Reddington’s agenda instead of hunting him down.
RESSLER : We talk to them to keep them close, increases the chances of making an arrest.
The Director scoffs
DIRECTOR : You do more than talk.
RESSLER : The Djinn, the Verdiant indictments, every case that Reddington has given us has taken down someone important to the Cabal. That okay with you?
DIRECTOR : I don’t have time for conspiracy theories, Agent Ressler, neither do you. This next case, full debriefing in 30 minutes.
CHINESE RESTAURANT
COOPER : You’re telling me you had no other choices but to kill this man.
TOM : I did what I had to do to get to Karakurt.
COOPER : They’ll be looking for you.
TOM : Yeah, I hope so.
COOPER : That was your plan. To kill a known associate of Charlie Volkens.
TOM : I don’t exactly remember you offering up a better plan.
COOPER : Do you have any idea who you’re dealing with? Let me remind you.
Cooper gives him the file ok Volkens
COOPER :Charlie Volkens isn’t just Karakurt’s brother-in-law. He’s a drug dealer, an extortionist, runs an underground fight club. He’s a sociopath, surrounded by people who fear him. The Bureau can pin three murders on Volkens but can’t get a conviction because no one in the community is willing to talk.
TOM : Which is why you couldn’t get to him. In fact, you couldn’t even find him. And now he is coming to find me.
COOPER : He’s coming to kill you. And once he has you, once you’re in his world, that’s exactly what he’s going to do.
TOM : I don’t care. He’s hiding Karakurt.
COOPER : I won’t be able to help you.
TOM : I’m going to find him. I’m going to drag Karakurt back here if I have to.
COOPER : They’ll also come for Asher Sutton. You’re going to let him die, too?
TOM : If that’s what it takes to exonerate Liz.
FBI SPECIAL OPS DIVISION
RESSLER : A biophysicist goes missing in Berlin. Another is taken in Rome. A neurologist vanishes in Johannesburg, another goes missing in San Francisco. Always a man and a woman. Reddington identified six victims, three pairs. Using his theory, we’ve been able to identify 16 matches worldwide. Thirty-two victims. Anthropology. Computer science, This may sound random but it’s not. This is a list of the key graduate degree programs at Harvard. He’s collecting leaders in each field of study.
SAMAR : Once he chooses a discipline, he completes the pair before moving on. Two days after an anthropologist was taken in Nepal, another was taken in Ankara.
ARAM : Hang on. I think I may have a lead on his next victim. This is Dr. Richard Kucera, chair of Mathematics at a university in Bacelona. Dr Kucera disappeared two days ago.
SAMAR : You expect his next victim to be a woman in the same discipline?
ARAM: Exactly. Thing is, there’s only one female Chair of Mathematics who’s at the same level as Dr Kucera, and she is here in America. Her name is Anna Neehoff. Currently on Sabbatical. Living in Arlington, 6234 Norwood Drive.
RESSLER : Contact local PD. Send all units. Samar and I are headed there now.
DIRECTOR : This is it? This is all you have? What’s Reddington’s agenda?
RESSLER : Welcome to our world.
DIRECTOR : There is something you’re not telling me. Who he’s after, for instance. I’d like a name.
RESSLER : He didn’t give me a name. Listen, if you’ve got a problem, why don’t you go take it up with Reven Wright? We got a job to do.
A BUILDING
Anna Neehoff is listening to music playing through earphones in her house
A man is watching her through binoculars from a nearby building
MAN : Got her. First floor. Second window from the right.
2nd MAN : Same play as the others?
MAN IN CAR : Yeah. Grab her. Bag her. Take her to the Cloud.
SIR CRISPIN CRANDALL 'S PLANE
Operating room : Crandall wheels Dr Kucera into room
Doctors open a skull
Noise of perseceuse
CRISPIN CRANDALL: I wanted you to see this, Dr Kucera. This is the procedure we’ll be doing for you. Freeing that beautiful mind. Yeah.
Crandall's assistant whispering in his ears
ASSISTANT : We’ve located Dr Neehoff.
CRISPIN CRANDALL: Good news. We’ve found you a mate. Like you, she’s a mathematician. And I think, in the utopia I’m preparing for all of us, you will see why I chose her for you.
Drilling sound. Operation
Indistinct conversations
Evidence board with photos of abductees
FBI SPECIAL OPS DIVISION
DIRECTOR : Bradley. Can you access the FBI files relating to these abductions.
BRADLEY : Everything in the system.
DIRECTOR : Do it. I have a feeling there’s something they’re not telling us.
BRADLEY : Yes, sir.
ANNA NEEHOFF'S HOME
Listening to music through earphones
Cell phone buzzing. She does not pick up
FBI'S CAR
Siren wailing
SAMAR : No answer on her cell phone.
RESSLER : Where’s your head at?
SAMAR : With the Director in the War Room– If we find Liz, he finds Liz. And if he finds Liz, he’ll kill her.
RESSLER : We have protocols in place that will guarantee Keen’s safety.
SAMAR : You think he’ll follow the rules?
RESSLER : Laurel Hitchin put him in here. If he goes off book it blows back in her face and the President’s. No way she’s gonna let that happen.
ANNA NEEHOFF'S HOME
Cell dings. She picks up
AUTOMATED VOICE : You have one new voicemail message.
RECORDING SAMAR : Dr Neehoff, my name is Samar Navabi. I’m with the FBI. We believe you may be in danger. We’re on our way to you right now. Please lock all of your doors and do not let anyone in.
She sees men with guns coming for her through the windows. She hides under buffet
Men break in door
MAN : Back door and garage are clear.
MAN : Clear.
Cell phone twitters, man turns around
MAN : Tommy, radio Nolan and tell him to watch the front.
Cell phone buzzes
Man reaches under buffet and drags Neehoff out, she is screaming
MAN : Shut up.
Screaming continues
Man answers Neehoff’s phone
SAMAR : Anna? Anna?
Samar and Ressler hear screaming
MOVING VAN
Neehoff is now on floor of a moving van, duct tape over her mouth. One man is crouching by her
FBI'S CAR
VOICE OVER RADIO : Units in pursuit of blue Econoline van with three suspects, headed west on Lexington.
Van stops, men jump out with guns and go after police cars pulling up
Gun fight
MAN : Down!
Holding gun to Anna’s head
MAN : Stay back!
VOICE OVER LOUDSPEAKER : Get out of the vehicle. Put your weapon down.
Samar shoots. The man who has Anna has his brains blown up all over inside of car window
Anna screams
Samar gets in car with Anna
A man escape
SAMAR : Ressler, he took off toward the house.
PURSUIT
Dog barking
Man breaks into a house, we see a woman holding baby. The man empties her purse, takes car keys Barking continues
Ressler enters the house. Woman is now on floor groaning, child beside her
Ressler sees purse contents missing car keys, heads to garage
Engine turns over. Ressler points gun at Man behind wheel
RESSLER : You move, your next thought’s gonna be about a bullet.
A CONSTRUCTION SITE, MONTREAL CANADA
CEDRIC : The men are working as fast as they can.
RED : You built that awful grotto for that wedding in Tuscany in six days, complete with stalactites!
CEDRIC : Well, that was different.
RED : Yes, but infinitely more complicated. And you ripped it out in a day and a half!
CEDRIC : Yeah, and I didn’t have an inspector up my ass eight hours a day.
RED : Lives are at stake. The fate of nations. Bribe someone. Push someone around. I don’t care. Just get it done.
Cedric nods
RED : Where’s this inspector. I want to talk to this guy. Dembe, the pelican case.
Marvin is waiting Red
RED : Marvin!
MARVIN : Yelł me you found Andras Halmi.
RED : There’s been a small wrinkle.
MARVIN : Halmi is all that matters.
LIZ : The Director is working with the task force.
MARVIN : Need I remind you that without Halmi, a crucial element of our plan vanishes faster than a fart in a fan factory?
MAX : You wanted to see me?
RED : Ah … You must be …
MAX : Busy keeping track of all your code violations.
RED : Portofino is lovely this time of year. Life’s too short to spend haggling over flex conduits and electrical chases.
MAX : My son drowned in Portofino.
Marvin looks at Red
Red to Marvin
RED : Well, who could have predicted that?
MARVIN : Forget the inspector. What about Halmi?
RED : Leave Halmi to me. You – find out whatever you can about that inspector.
GWEN'S HOUSE
Tom, pounding on door
She opens the door
TOM : Hey, Gwen. Asher around?
GWEN : We told you not to come back here, okay?
TOM : Where is he? Asher!
ASHER : Hey. What are you doing here?
TOM : Pack your bags. Do you have a safe? Open it.
ASHER: We called the police. We want nothing to do with you.
TOM : Get your passports and whatever cash you have in the house. Do it right now.
GWEN : The police–
TOM : The police aren’t gonna be here in time, Gwen.
GWEN : The others. They’re coming.
ASHER: For you, okay? We didn’t kill anyone. We did what they asked.
TOM : Do you have a safe?
GWEN : We’ll tell them what happened. We’ll just– we’ll tell them the truth.
TOM : The truth is, they sent someone to get a debt, and he’s dead. Somebody has to pay.
ASHER: So, they’re gonna kill us? Is that what you’re saying?
TOM . I’m trying to help you, all right? If you just do exactly what I say–
GWEN : You did this to us! You came into our lives. You targeted us.
TOM : Yeah.
GWEN : Why?
Threatening men are heading towards the house
TOM : Listen to me right now. These men– they are going to be armed, they are going to be very, very dangerous, and they are going to try to hurt you.
Asher puts the alarm
GWEN : Who are you?
Tom to Gwen
TOM : Listen to me– find a place to hide and do not come out, no matter what you hear. Do you understand?
Tom and Asher stay
Gwen leaves and listens fights noises
INTERROGATION CELL
Ressler has been trying to question one of the men who tried to abduct Anna Neehoff
SUSPECT : I want my lawyer.
RESSLER : He’s more afraid of whoever he’s working for than he’ll ever me of us. He’s not talking.
DIRECTOR : He’ll talk to me.
A CONSTRUCTION SITE, MONTREAL CANADA
RED : The inspector. What did you find?
MARVIN : There’s not much. Ex loves him. Taxes paid. Church on Sunday. But, he does have one weakness. Lisa Themopoulos. Aspirations of becoming a pastry chef. Flunked out of Cordon Bleu. Seems she can’t tell a baklava from a balaclava.
A KITCHEN, LOCATION UNKNOW
LISA THERMOPOULOS : Uh, I forgot the egg wash.
Boss frowns at her
LISA THERMOPOULOS :Okay, I just need to clear my head, have a cigarette. Ten minutes. Can I just take 10 minutes?
Red meets Lisa
RED : You must be Lisa. Max said your eyes were radiant, but my God! Mesmerizing. It’s very small space. We want to brighten. I love mauve, but a soft creamy yellow will just open up the entire room. We also need to land on cabinet options and millwork today. I’m already arguing with my supplier. Tell me if I’m going too fast–
LISA : I’m sorry. I have no idea what any of this means.
RED : Oh, my goodness– Max didn’t tell you.
LISA : Tell me what?
RED : About your restaurant.
LISA : I don’t have a restaurant.
RED : I think we need to take a drive.
INTERROGATION CELL
DIRECTOR : Your birth name is Michael Karpos. I understand you’ve been employed by some of our sub-contractors. Welł, on behalf of our nation, thank you for your service. I also see that you have an ex-wife and daughter who attends St Bartholomew’s Academy in Scotch Plains, New Jersey. Hmmm, pretty. Are acquainted with the Bible, Mr Karpos? I am. At one point, I even considered the priesthood. Can you imagine? There’s a passage. Exodus 20:5-6. “For I, the Lord Thy God, am a jealous God, visiting the iniquities of the fathers on the children.” We wouldn’t want that, would we, Mr Karpos?
FBI SPECIAL OPS DIVISION
DIRECTOR : The man you’re looking for is Sir Crispin Crandall.
RESSLER : The reclusive billionaire? He’s behind the abductions?
DIRECTOR : He takes them to a complex near the Boston-Manchester Regional Airport. What he does there, God only knows.
SIR CRISPIN CRANDALL 'S PLANE
CRISPIN CRANDALL: Come now, Richard! Eat! Drink! It’s not as if you have to worry about putting on weight. Soon we’ll be relieving you of that crippled body to prepare you for a brave new world.
ASSISTANT : Sir, it’s about Ms Neehoff. It appears we have a situation.
CRISPIN CRANDALL: Hmmm. Dear, dear, dear. Keep eating, Richard. I shall return.
LOCATION UNKNOWN
DIRECTOR : Matias. I don’t appreciate being summoned.
SOLOMON : Talk to me about Andras Halmi. You thought the task force was holding something back. They were. Who is he?
DIRECTOR : How do you know what I was or was not thinking?
SOLOMON : I know everything, Peter.Almost always before you. Your analyst discovered that they deleted Halmi’s name so you wouldn’t find it. Why?
DIRECTOR : Andras Halmi is a trusted advisor,
SOLOMON : Then why haven’t I heard about him?
DIRECTOR : He’s critical to this organization and he must be found.
SOLOMON : I think you’re lying.
DIRECTOR : Fine, then, don’t help. But if you don’t and our friends in Bonn learn of your insubordination, I don’t think they’re going to be very pleased.
SOLOMON : Okay. Tell me what you know.
A CONSTRUCTION SITE, MONTREAL CANADA
MAX : Plumbing leak, missing hand rails.
MARVIN : Hand rails? Hand rails?!
MAX : Exposed wiring. Unlicensed subcontractor. You’re shut down,
MARVIN : Okay, fine. You shut us down. I’ll sue you for losses, you beer-swilling Frostback.
MAX : Lisa?
RED : I know. I know. I ruined the whole damned thing. But there were too many decisions to make without her. After all, it is her restaurant.
LISA : I can’t believe it.
RED : Max has been working night and day to get this place fixed up. Alł those classes, the hours you’ve spent perfecting your tarts, your crumpets. If he’s told me once, he’s told me a thousand times, you should be feeding all of Montreal in your own restaurant.
LISA : I don’t know what to say.
MAX : Neither do I.
She hugs Max around neck
LISA : We could do puff pastries with a little Sunday brunch! And those little tea cakes that you loooove.
Red takes Max aside
RED : I need one day working around the clock without interruptions. After that, the place is yours.
MAX : Who are you?
RED : The man who’s going to help you make her dreams come true.
Lisa grabs Max’s hand and leads him off
Liz who has been in background all along, absorbing
LIZ : Clever. But none of it’s going to matter unless we get Andras Halmi.
CRANDALL CRYONICS WAREHOUSE, BOSTON
RESSLER : Crispin Crandall.
SECURITY : Wait. You don’t have authority to go–
RESSLER : Call your boss. Tell him the FBI needs to talk to Sir Crispin Crandall.
To Samar
RESSLER : What the hell is this place?
SAMAR : We’re not going to wait to find out.
HRT smashes lock with butt of rifle. They enter. Large room with glass-doored storage units stretching back on both sides. Air hissing, mist escaping from several units indicates cold. Ressler peers inside one unit. A frozen body. Samar discovers another, then another ...
ABANDONED PLACE , LOCATION UNKNOWN
Tom comes to, badly bruised and bloody, lying on concrete, chained and dog-leashed
He talks groggily
TOM : I want to talk to Charlie Volkens.
EMCEE : You got any idea where you are, sport? You know what we do here?
TOM : Asher Sutton. He has nothing to do with this.
EMCEE : Oh, yeah, he does. Tonight he does. You two got ringside seats.
TOM : He’s innocent. You don’t have to hurt him.
EMCEE : Oh, ain’t got to hurt anybody. That, I leave to you. You boys are top of the card tonight. No Queensbury rules. Unlimited rounds. Winner takes everything.
He kicks Tom in face
Tom pulls on long chain, discovers Asher at other end of it
FBI SPECIAL OPS DIVISION
ARAM: Crandall Cryonics is a legitimate firm that specializes in cryogenic preservation. It’s more hope than science, but true believers think it’s possible to freeze the human body, suspend death and disease so that patients might be reanimated and cured when new technology is developed in the future.
SAMAR : According to the company’s records, none of the missing scientists are here. The Dewars contain patients with legally binding contracts.
RESSLER : Well, if they’re not here, where are they?
SAMAR : If the employees know, they’re not saying. And we can’t question Crandall.
RESSLER : Why? Because he’s a billionaire?
SAMAR : Because he lives on a plane. Which he refuels in the air.
RESSLER : Wait. What? He doesn’t land?
ARAM: According to the FAA, he’s landed 30 times in the last three years. Each time corresponded to the date of an abduction. He was scheduled to land today but scrubbed that less than an hour after we prevented Anna Neehoff from being taken,
RESSLER : He was coming for her, like the others.
ARAM: His plane is an ark.
SAMAR : Or a jail. It can’t be easy keeping 36 people against their will.
RESSLER : It is if they’re frozen.
ARAM: No it’s an A 380. Definitely big enough to contain a mobile lab and store multiple corpses.
SIR CRISPIN CRANDALL 'S PLANE
CRISPIN CRANDALL: Doctor. It appears we have an issue with our fuel tanker. Small change of schedule, but fear not. Once everything is under control, we’ll move ahead with your procedure post haste. Don’t go anywhere.
A CONSTRUCTION SITE, MONTREAL CANADA/RESSLER'S OFFICE
Over phone
RESSLER : We think we know what happened to the people who were abducted.
RED : You found Halmi.
RESSLER : The victims were cryogenically frozen by some nutjob billionaire named Crispin Crandall.
RED : Frozen?
RESSLER : Yeah.
RED : Where is he keeping them?
RESSLER : On his jet, some flying icebox that never touches down.
RED : He has a refueling tanker.
RESSLER : Not anymore. We grounded it.
RED : Excellent. That’s all I need.
To Dembe
RED : Ring Edward. Tell him we need the jet. We’re going to pay a little visit to Crispin Crandle.
LIZ : Crispin Crandall. I thought he was dead.
RED : No, he’s very much alive and it seems he’s responsible for our international brain drain. He has Halmi. He also has a big problem I may be able to alleviate, the FBI.
LIZ : You gave them this case.
RED : And now I’m taking it away. Crandall is flying into a trap. He needs somewhere to land his Spruce Goose.
FBI SPECIAL OPS DIVISION
RESSLER : Okay, people. We have 67 minutes before that plane drops out of the sky. I need a location now.
Computer beeps
ANALYST : Sir, take a look at this.
ARAM: We found ’em. NSA satellite picked up an A380, descending, on course for a regional airstrip outside Halifax.
SAMAR : The plane’s waiting. I’ll notify the RCMP on the way.
The Director observes the Task Force
He calls Solomon
DIRECTOR : The target is headed for Pittsburgh.
SOLOMON : And the FBI?
DIRECTOR : Headed for Halifax, based on false satellite intel, when in fact Crandall’s plane should be touching down at a former military runway near Pittsburgh in about 40 minutes.
SOLOMON : Connellesville, I know it.
DIRECTOR : I’m guessing Reddington redirected Crandall there since he wants Halmi. Probably cut a deal with him to get him. Which means Reddington will be there, as will Keen.
SOLOMON : This is fun.
DIRECTOR : Terminate them both. Secure Halmi’s body.
SOLOMON : His body? if Halmi is dead, why does Reddington still want him?
DIRECTOR : Just take care of Reddington and Keen, and we’ll be done … with loose ends.
ABANDONED PLACE , LOCATION UNKNOWN
Indistinct shouting in the crowd
EMCEE : Gentlemen!
Shouting stops
EMCEE : Gentlemen. Our final bout today is a no-holds-barred grudge match between two rank amateurs. There will be no rules. Sucker-punching, kicking, biting, and gouging is not only allowed … but encouraged.
Cheers and applause
EMCEE : The winner will be … the last man... breathing.
Laughter/Chuckles
EMCEE : Fight!
Indistinct shouting
ASHER : Come on, man. Put your hands up.
Asher hits Tom who doesn't reply
ASHER : Come on, man. If you don’t fight, they’re gonna kill us both..
Tom refuses but Asher hits him
Tom puts him down easily
TOM : I didn’t come here to fight! I came here for the Russian.
Shouting stops
EMCEE : He doesn’t want to fight.What should we do about that, gentlemen? Hmm?
Indistinct shouting .
Emcee gives a knife to Asher
TOM : Don’t make me do this.
TOM : I’m sorry.
Tom kills Asher with his knife, he wins
FBI 'S PLANE /FBI SPECIAL OPS DIVISION
RESSLER : The plane’s not going to Halifax.
ARAM: Apparently not.
RESSLER : But we’re going to Halifax.
ARAM: NSA intel indicated that’s where the plane was heading, uh. It’s not. It’s landing near Pittsburgh.
SAMAR : The opposite direction. How is this possible?
RESSLER : The Director set us up.
SAMAR : Aram, are you sure about this?
ARAM: I set up an air traffic control alert for Crandall’s transponder, figuring when he moved through restricted airspace he’d have to turn it back on. The alert says Pittsburgh.
SAMAR : Where the Director will have a team waiting for them.
RESSLER : And Reddington. When I talked to him, – I think he knows where the plane is headed,
SAMAR : If he does, he and Liz are walking into a trap. I’ll tell the pilot to change our heading to Pittsburgh.
SIR CRISPIN CRANDALL 'S PLANE IN PITTSBURGH
To Crandall
TECHNICIAN : Refueling is done. We can be airborne as soon as you can complete your business with Mr Reddington.
CRISPIN CRANDALL: He’s here?
Red is waiting for Crandall in his plane with Liz
RED : Oh, there he is! Sir Crispin, I’m Raymond Reddington.
CRISPIN CRANDALL: What are you doing here? I wired payment for the fuel.
RED : And I voided it, Truth be told, I’ve decided on a different form of payment. Andras Halmi.
CRISPIN CRANDALL: I’m not giving you Halmi.
RED : Of course you are. At least the part of him I’m interested in. But first, indulge my curiosity. An ice castle in the sky. he best and the brightest frozen solid. I’m intrigued.
Crandall points out the a large fish tank
CRISPIN CRANDALL: You know what these are?
RED : They’re horseshoe crabs.
CRISPIN CRANDALL: Hmmm. Decades ago, it was discovered that their plasma contained limulus amoebocyte lysate, which can be used to detect bacterial endotoxins. I found a way to synthesize it.
RED : That’s how you made your fortune.
CRISPIN CRANDALL: But more important, they were the inspiration for my vision. They have survived four mass extinctions. We are now on the cusp of the final mass extinction, caused by a species of clever but greedy primates knows as Homo sapiens.
RED : Everyone dies, Mr Crandall.
CRISPIN CRANDALL: Death is a process. No one is really dead until the information contained in the brain is lost. Cryonic preservation prevents that loss.
RED : Are you a gambling man, Crispin?
Crandall scoffs
CRISPIN CRANDALL: No, I abhor casinos.
Red, laughing
RED : Yes. Well, I agree with you there. But perhaps you’re familiar with the old saw, “You can’t beat the house.” No matter how many how many poor souls you turn into Popsicles, the fix is in. The world in which you awaken will be one incapable of sustaining human life. And why, because at a critical turning point, one tragically quixotic megalomaniac cannibalized humanity of the very minds that might have been its salvation. You see, if you were a betting man that you would see that “now” trumps “later” every time. The future is a sucker’s bet. A maybe, a contingency, a what-if. The only thing that is real is the present and you have plundered it. Robbed it of the very geniuses that might have averted the dystopia you so fear. Indeed, maybe even the very one who might have devised a means to revive your sad, tired frozen ass. Congratulations, Crispin. You’ve doubled down on extinction.
CRISPIN CRANDALL: Life on earth is going to end. Soon. Cryonics is our only hope.
RED : It won’t work.
CRISPIN CRANDALL: I’m betting it will.
RED : Ah! So you are a gambling man. Let’s place that bet, shall we?
Red shoots him
MEDICAL : What was that? I thought I heard–
WOMAN : What happened? Is he dead?
Red, leaving
RED : Dead? Pishposh. What’s death? It’s just a process, right?
MEDICAL : Notify the lab. Tell them to gather the team. Prepare for a full-body cut-down.
Suddenly Solomon and his men enter the room
SOLOMON'S MAN : Come here.
SOLOMON : Open it.
CRYONICS ROOM IN THE PLANE
Keyboard clacking, computer beeps
Liz reads
LIZ : Andras Halmi – dewar UT-0027.
Keypad beeps
Door opens
Red opens locker with Halmi’s frozen corpse, clips off thumbs
LIZ : Someone’s here.
Liz and Red are hiding
Solomon ans his men enter the cryonics room
Gunshots
Liz and Red run away, locking Solomon and his men in the room
CRYONICS ROOMCRYONICS ROOM IN THE PLANE IN THE PLANE/WAR ROOM
DIRECTOR : You have Halmi?
SOLOMON : More or less. The thumbs appear to be missing.
DIRECTOR : His thumbs?
SOLOMON : Peter, is this a problem?
SIR CRISPIN CRANDALL 'S PLANE , CRYONICS ROOM
Air hissing
Radio chatter
SAMAR : Ressler.
Beckons him to view a frozen corpse
Reads
RESSLER : Sir Crispin Crandall.
DIRECTOR'S CAR
On phone
DIRECTOR : Banque Canadienne Du Nord. I’m with the United States Department Of Justice. Your courts have, uh, issued a warrant authorizing us to seize the safety-deposit box of a Mr. Andras Halmi. It is critical that no third party interfere and that the safety-deposit box be kept absolutely secure– by any means.
A CONSTRUCTION SITE, MONTREAL CANADA / THE BANK
Elaborate bank break-in using Red’s construction site in Montreal to get access to bank’s vault. Red comes in through the ceiling fixture, gets out a safe deposit box and uses the two thumbs he cut off of Andras Halmi’s corpse to release the biometric lock , revealing a large ‘cache of cash’
Red laughs
Soon after, the Director enters the bank vault and accesses the same safe deposit box. When he opens it, however, he finds inside only Halmi’s two thumbs
RESSLER'S OFFICE
Door opens
RESSLER : Close it. The Director gave his attack dogs the real address so they could get Halmi and kill Reddington and Keen.
Ressler shows to Samar photos of Solomon in Crandall's plane
SAMAR : Do you still think our protocols will keep them safe?
RESSLER : They survived.
SAMAR ; This time– but as long as he’s here, as long as we’re sharing information–
RESSLER : I said he wouldn’t go off book. I was wrong. But thanks to these feeds that we got off of Crandall’s jet, I can prove it now, and when I do, Laurel Hitchin will have no choice but to boot him out. Today was a win, Navabi.
SAMAR : How do you figure?
RESSLER : Reddington said Halmi had information he needed. My guess is he used his thumbs to get it– to get past some kind of a biometric lock or a safe.
SAMAR : What kind of information?
RESSLER : I don’t know. But the Director didn’t want him to get it, and he did. Son of a bitch can’t be happy about that.
RED'S JET/DIRECTOR'S OFFICE
On phone
RED : Hello, Peter. I hope I’m not interrupting cocktails with Lynda.
DIRECTOR : Congratulations on getting to Halmi before I did.
RED : Yes, it certainly is celebratory drinks here, so I’ll be brief. I think it’s about time to exonerate Elizabeth Keen.
DIRECTOR : That is not going to happen.
RED : Oh, but it is. The only question is whether you’ll live to see the day. If I continue to dismantle the Cabal, they’ll put a bullet in your head just to mitigate their losses. Everything is working according to plan, Peter.
DIRECTOR : You overestimate your influence, Raymond. Your plan is of no concern to us.
RED : Peter. You’ve been skimming from the company till, stealing millions in anticipation of running away. When you were linked to the Cabal, you reached out to Halmi – put your golden parachute in a secret account only he could access. Except now I’ve got it. You have no money to escape the inevitable. Your colleagues will abandon you. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but soon enough, because I’m not going to stop until they do.
DIRECTOR : Unless I exonerate Keen.
RED : It’s one small chance to save your life.
DIRECTOR ; Such a generous offer. I’ll have to decline.
RED : I’m going to bring this whole damn thing down on you, Peter. And when I do, your own people will beg me to kill you to stop the bleeding.
ABANDONED PLACE , LOCATION UNKNOWN
Tom meets Volkens, Karakurt and two men
VOLKENS : Whew! Takes a hard heart to kill a man with a knife. So… you wanted to see me?
TOM : Not you. Him.
KARAKURT : Who the hell are you?
TOM : I’m the guy who’s taking you back to DC to admit that you framed my wife for murder.
Karakurt chuckles, Tom Chuckles too
TOM : Here’s how it’s gonna play out. I’ll take Tiny Tim out first because he’s the biggest threat. Then Russian Guyavitch goes for his gun, right? But I’m betting that he shoots one of you instead of me. And Volkens is already pissing his pants, so I don’t think he’s gonna be a problem. And that would leave… me and you ...Karakurt.
Gunshots : Tom kills everyone excepts Karakurt
KARAKURT : Don’t kill me.
TOM : Not yet.
Tom knocks out Karakurt and leaves with him
Adapté du site «The Blacklist Classified», mise en page par mnoandco
