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🔴 Script 6:5 Alter Ego (№ 131)

 
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Program air date: 2/1/2019 in the US (9pm Central/Chicago Time)
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Last updated: 2/3/2019 at 8:25pm CT [ Central/Chicago time ]

 

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Directed by: John Terlesky
Written by: Sean Hennen, Lukas Reiter

 
SERIES STARS:
 
Raymond ‘Red’ Reddington – James Spader
Elizabeth Keen – Megan Boone
Donald Ressler – Diego Klattenhoff
Harold Cooper – Harry Lennix
Aram Mojtabai – Amir Arison
Samar Navabi – Mozhan Marnò
Dembe Zuma – Hisham Tawfiq
 
GUEST STARS:
 
Judge Roberta Wilkins – Becky Ann Baker
Helen Litke – Kristina Cole
Deidre Mori (aka Hiraki, Jan Chuckerman) – Yoricho Hariguchi
Ashton Hirsh – Richard Hughes
Asst US Atty Michael Sima – Ken Leung
Husband by Elevator – Robert Levine
Marcus Duncan – Tom Lipinski
Harris Van Ness – Terrence Mann
Wife by Elevator – Lucy Martin
Therapist – Kelly Miller
Officer Michael Baldwin – James Rees
Jeff Gregg – John Sanders
Timothy Peterson – Tobias Segal
Roger Price – Ryan Spahn
Henry Tanaka – Kevin Yamada

 

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🔴 Script 6:5 Alter Ego (№ 131)

Brief (Where we’re at): Red has ruled the block at Colton Prison, but Liz and her half-sister Lilly (Jennifer) have taken the time of his incarceration to have a geek friend mine the contents of the file of Dr Koehler’s plastic surgery patients. They want to find out who Red was before he took on the identity of their dead father, the real Raymond Reddington. The information on Red, however, has been thoroughly erased (by Red) – except for the file names which were coded using patient-intake dates. For Red, this was October 3, 1991. They have found the file of someone who had a procedure done a couple of months later, Gerald Todd Klepper, who visited Dr. Koehler in December of 1991. They plan to track down this person to see if he crossed paths with Red.

Also outstanding is the question Red is bent on answering. He thinks someone may have tipped off the police. He was arrested for possessing an unregistered and defaced firearm (the serial number had been scratched off). This is a federal crime. If he is found guilty of this, his entire Immunity Agreement will be invalidated and he will face the death penalty. However, he maintains the arrest was an “unreasonable search and seizure,” protected under the Fourth Amendment. At face value, he was simply buying pretzels at a pretzel stand. But — did someone call in a tip? If so, Red is determined to find out who. The problem is — it was his beloved Liz.

 
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[ Billionnaire Harris Van Ness meets with Dembe ]
Van Ness: Dembe, I trust Raymond. I do. He and I go back decades. But what the hell is going on? I wake up this morning, make an espresso, open the paper–
[ Van Ness slaps down a newspaper. There is a large photo of Red being led in handcuffs, with the headline: Fugitive Criminal Sees Day In C– ]
Dembe: It’s under control.
Van Ness: We have hundreds of millions of dollars invested in Reddington.
Dembe: Which have always returned a handsome profit.
Van Ness: Your boss is looking at the death penalty. What happens if he cuts a deal?
Dembe: Do you believe that Raymond would cut a deal with the FBI?
Van Ness: My partners do. Carlo Androssani thinks we should cut ties with Reddington, insulate ourselves from any of the, uh, fallout.
Dembe: Is that a threat?
Van Ness: He called for a vote.
Dembe: Can Raymond count on your support?
Van Ness: I’m the least of his problems.
Dembe: Does he have your vote?
Van Ness: Yes. But you prepare for war. Carlo and the others are out for blood.

 
[ Harris Van Ness arrives home from work and greets his pet dog ]
[ Vera Lynn’s ♫ “We’ll Meet Again” plays on a phonograph ]
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♪ We’ll meet again
Don’t know where

Van Ness: [ To dog ] Hey! Hello, honey! Good to see I missed you all day. Let’s go see Mom.

♪ I know we’ll meet again some sunny day

[ Van Ness goes to the kitchen ]
Van Ness: [ SIGHS ] [ Loudly, to his wife who must be elsewhere ] Oh, boy, that smells good, whatever that is! Are the Clarks here yet?!
[ DOG BARKING ]
Van Ness: Daisy, be quiet! [ Loudly ] Hey, I found that Slovenian wine you wanted – this Rebula
[ CHUCKLES ] I-I had to go all the way up to, uh, the Crestview, uh, winery to find–

♪ Drive the dark clouds far away

[ Van Ness enters the dining room. Three people are seated at the table, but they are motionless, their heads thrown back, their mouths gaping. He rushes to his wife ]
Van Ness: Cyn? Cyn? Oh, my God. Cyn, can you hear me? Cynthi– Please, honey! Open your eyes! Op–
[ FLOORBOARD CREAKS ] [ Van Ness sees a man – wearing an ape mask and holding a gun ]

♪ I won’t be long
They’ll be happy to know
That as you saw me go
I was singing this song

[ Threatening with his gun, the man opens a thermos of steaming liquid, pours it in a cap and beckons Van Ness to drink it ]

♪ We’ll meet again
Don’t know where
Don’t know when
But I know we’ll meet again
Some sunny day

[ Two other people wearing identical ape masks appear ]

♪ We’ll meet again
Don’t know where
Don’t know when
But I know we’ll meet again
Some sunny day

[ Van Ness throws the cup of steaming liquid at the man in the mask with the gun and runs into the kitchen ]
Man: Aah!

♪ Keep smiling through
Just like you always do
Till the blue skies
Drive the dark clouds far away

[ The three disguised people wrestle him to the floor and force the liquid down. One of them has long black hair ]
[ GRUNTS, GURGLES, COUGHING ]

♪ So, will you please say hello
To the folks that I know
Tell them I won’t be long

[ Once Van Ness is unconscious, the three position him in a dining chair like the others ]

♪ They’ll be happy to know
That as you saw me go
I was singing this song

[ In the kitchen, one of the three turns on the gas burners without lighting the flame ]
[ BURNERS CLICKING ]

♪ We’ll meet again
Don’t know where
Don’t know when

[ The three leave the house, running. The little dog barks at them through the window. ] [ DOG BARKING ] [ BEEPING ]

♪ But I know we’ll meet again
Some sunny d-a-a-ay

[ There is an 🔥💥🔥 Explosion 🔥💥🔥 and flames engulf most of the house ]

 
[ Federal Courtroom, Southern District of New York ]
Judge Roberta Wilkins: This case is calendared for a 12(B) hearing. The defendant is challenging the constitutionality of a search that led to the discovery of an unregistered, defaced firearm seized from his possession. Is that correct, Mr. Reddington?
Red: Yes, Your Honor, on the grounds that the search was unreasonable and therefore a violation of the Fourth Amendment.
Judge Wilkins: So you are familiar with Fourth Amendment jurisprudence?
Red: One of my favorite Amendments. Top three. Maybe five.
Judge Wilkins: Feel free to make light, Mr. Reddington, but this is serious business. If you lose and I allow that gun to be admitted into evidence against you, the Government will consider that a violation of your immunity agreement. And without immunity, you will be facing multiple capital offenses.
Red: Your Honor, please. I’m on pins and needles as it is, and you’re not helping the matter.
Judge Wilkins: I want you to hire an attorney.
Red: And I appreciate your concern.
Judge Wilkins: It’s my obligation to let you know what you’re up against. A motion to suppress involves a complex legal analysis, one that should be done by someone with a legal education.
Red: Which I have.
Judge Wilkins: You’ll need to explain that.
Red: We’re both legal professionals. Your business is to apply the law. Mine is to break it. You studied your profession. Why would you assume I haven’t studied mine?
Judge Wilkins: So you’re familiar with the legal standard I’ll be using to evaluate Officer Baldwin’s search?
Red: If you’re referring to the reasonable-suspicion standard as articulated by Justice Warren in Terry v. Ohio, I am.
Judge Wilkins: Fair enough, Mr. Reddington. Though it may literally be your funeral, let’s proceed.
Red: A-Apologies, Your Honor. If I could request a brief recess.
Asst US Atty Michael Sima: Oh, here we go.
Red: I’m sorry. Did you say something?
Sima: Let me guess. Your suit isn’t quite pressed to your liking. Or did you prefer sparkling water instead of still?
Red: Michael, really. The process is brutal enough. I’m doing my very best despite my feelings about you. You could at least make the effort to be civil.
Judge Wilkins: Denied. I see no reason to break this early, unless it’s some kind of emergency.
Red: That it is. I need to meet with the FBI about a time-sensitive case. My immunity agreement may be in jeopardy, but while it remains intact, I intend to live up to its obligations.

 
[ The holding cell where Red stays during the court proceedings ]
Liz: You can’t just pause the legal proceedings to give me a case.
Red: I have a situation.
Liz: The judge is furious!
Red: Ever since word of my capture hit the press, certain associates are looking to kick me to the curb.
Liz: I know you’ve got a lot of enemies out there, but right now your biggest enemy is in that courtroom.
Red: Harris Van Ness.
Liz: What if you lose this hearing and they throw out your immunity agreem–
Red: Do you know who I’m talking about?
Liz: Harris Van Ness? The billionaire big in cargo freighters, died in a fire last week.
Red: Van Ness was murdered because of his business affiliations with me.
Liz: You’re being paranoid. It was an accident.
Red: [ CHUCKLES ] There are no accidents around me. Not unless they’re on purpose.

 
[ The Post Office ]
Liz: Reddington claims the explosion was a targeted hit aimed at Van Ness because he’s supporting Reddington in ongoing business dealings.
Cooper: What business?
Liz: Van Ness is one of a group of associates, some of whom want to sever ties with Reddington because of his arrest.
Ressler: A one-percenter gets knocked off for being in league with Reddington, and now he wants us to find his killer?
Samar: And Reddington has no idea who did it?
Liz: He’s got a lot of enemies who want a piece of his empire.
Ressler: Lucky for him, he’s got the FBI to protect it.
Cooper: As for protecting Reddington, he’s our C.I. Should he ever get out of prison, we’re gonna want him to be as powerful as possible.
Liz: Let’s start with the family. My guess is a man of his wealth is gonna have a lot of people coming out of the woodwork.

 
[ A man (Roger Price) leads Ressler and Liz down a corridor to the room where Van Ness’s will is to be read ]
Ressler: How many people were given notice?
Roger Price: 32. Mr. Van Ness had many bequests.
Liz: We understand that the reading of the will can be emotional. We’ll do what we can to respect that.
Ressler: I’m sorry. What’s your name? We might have some questions after we talk to the family.
Roger Price: I don’t know why you’d have any questions. Paper said it was an accident.
[ Roger Price opens the door ] [ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS ]
Roger Price: These are good people. You want to respect them? Let them mourn in peace.
Ashton Hirsh (officiating): [ Reading ] “$10 million each to Human Rights Watch, the NAACP, and Brown University. The remainder of my estate I leave to my son, Timothy Peterson.”
[ ATTENDEES MURMURING ]
Ressler: [ Low voice ] I didn’t think Van Ness had kids.
Liz: Uh, apparently neither did anyone else.
Ashton Hirsh: Harris wanted this letter read along with his will. “Timothy, forgive me. I loved your mother, but I didn’t have the courage to stay with her. I know this is an awkward way to introduce you to your extended family, but it’s the only way I know how to make amends. Take the fruits of my labor and do great things. Love, your father.”
[ ATTENDEES MURMURING ]
[ Ashton Hirsh walks down the center aisle and hands the letter to Timothy Peterson ]

 
[ Red’s holding cell ] [ CELL DOOR CLICKS ] [ Dembe is let in to talks to Red through the bars ]
Red: Ah! [ LAUGHS ] What a pleasant sight.
Dembe: My friend.
Red: Thank goodness for the prison chaplain.
Dembe: He said you designated me to provide spiritual advice.
Red: Oh, it had the dual benefit of getting you in here and also being true. Van Ness is dead. Without him, I don’t have the votes to prevent Androssani from cutting me off. I need you to reassure Androssani. Reason with him. And if that doesn’t work, kill him. That should scare up a vote or two.
Dembe: Then what?
Red: We’ll see.
Dembe: And then what?
Red: You do know I didn’t really ask you here to give me spiritual advice, right?
Dembe: I’m going to give you some anyway. Be honest.
Red: I need that vote.
Dembe: Tell Elizabeth the truth.
Red: Everything rests on this.
Dembe: Money rests on this. Power. Not peace of mind.
Red: Something has to be done.
Dembe: It is. You are fighting for your freedom. Every day I pray that you get it. For now, you must leave the rest to fate.
Red: I make my own fate.
Dembe: Not from here.
Red: [ BREATHES DEEPLY ] I’m asking you to do this.
Dembe: And I am trying to save your soul.

 
[ At work, Samar is watching a video of a therapist on her computer. On another screen is a Scrabble game ]
Therapist: Uh, there’s signs. The inability to recall prepositions is a common symptom of aphasia. Recommended therapies include word games, rote repetition, uh, either on your own or in a individualized, – one-on-one, or group-therapy format.
Samar: [ Softly ] Under. Above. Following.
Therapist: The important thing is to start early.
Samar: To. Unto. Despite. Without.
[ Aram comes up behind her ]
Aram: “Quetzals.” That is the national bird of Guatemala and, weirdly, one of its monetary units.
Samar: Good to know.
[ Samar closes the game ]
Aram: No, wait, wait, wait, wait. No, no. If you put the Q and the S on the triple word score, it’s worth over 300 points.
Samar: Did you find out about Timothy Peterson?
Aram: Right. Work.
[ Aram walks away ]

 
[ Aram briefs the task force ]
Aram: As of the reading of his father’s will, Tim Peterson is the 511th-richest man in America and, I’m fairly confident, the only billionaire working in a bowling alley and living in a trailer park. Ressler: Looks like that apple fell a few, uh, light-years from the tree.
Aram: Oh, that’s putting it mildly. His credit score is 580, he’s $62,000 in debt, and he has got a criminal record.
Cooped: Unpaid speeding tickets, public intoxication, a bar fight that got him thrown in jail for a week.
Liz: It seems like more of a slacker than a killer.
Samar: His inheritance came as a complete surprise. Then what motivation would he have to kill his father if he didn’t know about it?
Aram: Well, let’s say he did know. How does a kid living in a trailer park outside Arlington connect in any way to Mr. Reddington?
Ressler: And if he doesn’t, why are we even on this case?
Cooper: Because something doesn’t add up, and I want to know why. Navabi, the people in his posts, I want to know everything about them. Ressler, Keen, talk to Peterson. Find out what he knew about his old man and when he knew it.

 
[ Liz and Ressler track Tim Peterson to an elegant hotel where a large group of rowdy, casually dressed young people are gathered outside, drinking beer ]
Ressler: Well, it didn’t take him long to spend the old man’s money.
Liz: Sure beats the trailer park.
[ ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ]
Ressler: I’ve been to my share of Irish wakes, but this is ridiculous.
[ MAN cracks a beer and GRUNTS ] [ Ressler walks up to him ]
Ressler: Hate to interrupt Miller Time, but where’s Tim Peterson at?
Man: [ Yells over ] Hey, Tim! Hide your cash! The IRS is already here. [ CHUCKLES ]
Ressler: Tim Peterson. Agents Ressler, Keen. FBI.
Tim Peterson: [ Drunkenly ] FBI? Don’t worry. The hotel suite is bought and paid for.
Ressler: We just have a few questions surrounding your father’s death.
Tim: You and me both.
[ PEOPLE CHANTING “CHUG” ] [ CHEERING ]
Ressler: When was the last time you spoke with him?
Tim: Far as I can recall, I never spoke to him. I didn’t even know he was my father till the lawyer called, told me to come to the reading of the will.
Liz: What questions do you have?
Tim: Why didn’t he get in touch with me when he was alive? What kept him from wanting to get to know me? And most importantly, why’d he leave me all this dough?
Ressler: You don’t seem too upset about him dying.
Tim: It’s just DNA. Like I said, I never met the man.
[ An attractive Asian-looking woman appears and snuggles up to Tim ]
Deidre: Tim, who are the late arrivals?
Tim: Hey, princess. These are my new friends from the FBI.
Deidre: Hi, new friends from the FBI. I’m Deidre. I’m Tim’s–
Tim: She’s my shooting star.
Deidre: Aww.
[ They kiss ]
Deidre: Can I get you a drink? What would you like?
Liz: Answers to a few questions.
Deidre: [ Quickly, mockingly ] I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help me God. [ Smiles ] We met at the bowling alley.
Tim: [ LAUGHING ] It only took her three frames to get her shoe stuck in the ball return.
Deidre: I had to press the little “help” button, and he came and got my shoe back. But I’ll be damned if he didn’t steal my heart in the process. I teach second grade in Bedford. Guess I love being around kids ’cause I come from a big family. Seeing as he didn’t know much about his, I encouraged him.
Tim: I got my birth certificate, found out my mom had died. She moved to California after she had me, got married, had another kid. Deidre held my hand, I pick up the phone – Next thing, I had a sister.
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Helen Litke: I always thought I was an only child. When Mom passed, I didn’t have anyone but Marcus.
Marcus Duncan: And when we heard that Helen had a brother, I didn’t know what to think.
Helen: We flew across the country to meet him. And I gave him a big hug. Probably talk once a day on the phone now. Uh, when Tim called to tell me who his father was and what had happened–
Marcus: We were happy for him. How could you not be?
Helen: But I’m just glad I have a brother. That’s what matters to me.

 
[ The Courtroom ]
Judge Wilkins: Mr. Reddington. That recess was anything but brief. Any further delays? Or might we finally get this show on the road?
Red: I’m finished serving the public good for the moment, Your Honor. So, yes, the Government may once again go about its business of trying to execute me.
Judge Wilkins: Wonderful. Mr. Sima?
Sima: Sir, please state your name for the record.
Officer Baldwin: Officer Michael Baldwin. Shield 21561. I’m a patrol officer with the 27th Precinct.
Sima: On the day in question, the 16th of this month, were you in fact on patrol – in the 27th Precinct?
Baldwin: Yes.
Sima: Did you make any arrests that afternoon?
Baldwin: One. I arrested that man there, in the navy-blue suit.
Sima: May the record reflect the witness has identified the defendant.
Red: Uh, o-objection.
Judge Wilkins: Grounds?
Red: That’s not entirely correct, Your Honor. The suit is actually a prunelle weave blue with a subtle overlay of red. So in the right light, it goes quite plum.
Judge Wilkins: Denied. So reflected.
Sima: Officer Baldwin, how did you come to arrest the defendant?
Baldwin: I received a radio run of a man with a gun on West 4th Street near the vicinity of the Red Brau Tavern. Dispatch described the individual as a white male, 50s, in a tan suit and hat. I approached the location on foot where I observed the defendant standing at a pretzel cart in a conversation with the vendor.
Sima: What drew your attention to the defendant?
Baldwin: It was the only suit in the area wearing a fedora-style hat.
Sima: I see. And did you arrest the defendant at that point?
Baldwin: No, sir. I approached Mr. Reddington in an effort to assess the situation. I requested ID, and he gave me a fake driver’s license and name.
Sima: Who did he say he was?
Baldwin: A shower curtain salesman named George Murphy.
Sima: How did he seem?
Baldwin: Nervous. His eyes were darting. I got the feeling that he was possibly being evasive. At one point, he turned and looked towards the tavern, which I interpreted to be a furtive gesture–
Red: Furtive? Is that what it was?
Judge Wilkins: You’ll get your turn, Mr. Reddington.
Baldwin: I asked him to turn around, and he refused, made a joke about it not being his good side. That’s when I noticed a bulge in his jacket, at his waistline.
Red: Objection.
Sima: Y-Your Honor.
Red: No. A bulge at my waistline? I’d prefer that the witness leave my bulges out of this entirely.
Judge Wilkins: You’ll– Mr. Reddington– That’s more than enough–
Red: I want that struck from the record. It’s embarrassing.
Judge Wilkins: Sit down, or I will have someone sit you down! Officer, please continue.
Baldwin: I had the defendant put his hands on the cart, and I conducted a pat-down of his person. That’s when I recovered a Browning semi-automatic pistol from a holster in the small of his back.
Sima: Your Honor, permission to approach the witness.
Judge Wilkins: Granted.
Sima: Do you recognize this weapon?
Baldwin: That’s the one I recovered. As you can see, the serial number’s been scratched off.
Sima: Your Honor, the Government moves to enter Exhibit 1 into evidence. Thank you, Officer. That’s all for now. Your witness.

 
[ The Post Office ]
Aram: Hey. Guys. Peterson’s story checks out. He was given up by his birth mother, raised in foster care, and has an alibi for the night Van Ness died. Cameras at the bowling alley show show him working that night.
Ressler: So this guy really is the luckiest half-wit in history.
Samar: Or the biggest mark.
Cooper: What did you learn about the company he keeps?
Samar: Helen Litke, Marcus Duncan, Deidre Mori – his sister, brother-in-law, and girlfriend. We’re still waiting on background information for Litke and Duncan, but the girlfriend told you she was a second-grade teacher in Bedford? The Virginia school system has no record of her.
Aram: Driver’s license and Social Security number registered to Deidre Mori are less than 12 months old.
Liz: She said she met Peterson a year ago.
Cooper: Keen, Ressler, time to have a little chat with Miss Mori. Or whoever she really is.

 
[ Courtroom ]
Red: That radio run – According to your arrest report, it was based on an anonymous tip.
Baldwin: That’s correct.
Red: So someone called 911 and said that a white man in his 50s wearing a suit and a hat was in the vicinity of the Red Brau Tavern – and that man had a gun.
Baldwin: Yes.
Red: And this tip came from someone you never spoke to, someone who also refused to give his or her name – to the police operator.
Baldwin: Yes.
Red: Completely anonymous, not a trusted source known to have been reliable in the past.
Baldwin: That’s true, but I didn’t arrest you based only on the tip. I conducted my own investigation.
Red: What investigation was that?
Baldwin: I asked for identification.
Red: Which I provided immediately.
Baldwin: A false ID.
Red: [ CHUCKLES ] No, you didn’t know that at the time. That license was created by the preeminent document forger in the world. Not in this country. On the planet. There’s not a chance you could have known it was a fake.
Baldwin: You looked nervous. Furtive.
Red: Officer Baldwin, I’ve been evading the police and law enforcement for almost 30 years. I’m the most wanted man in the world. At the time of our encounter, I was armed with a Browning 9-millimeter semi-automatic with a round in the chamber and the hammer cocked. Do you really expect this court to believe that a marshmallow disguised as a patrol officer, a comic figure in an ill-fitting uniform, could possibly make me nervous?
Sima: Objection!
Judge Wilkins: Sustained.
Baldwin: You think this is funny?! You’re a real smart guy, huh?! Well, we’ll see how smart you are!
Red: [ LAUGHS ] There he is. There’s the real Officer Baldwin. You didn’t search me for looking nervous. The truth is I was disrespectful.
Baldwin: No.
Red: I was disrespectful, you got angry, and you decided right then and there to show me you were in charge.
Baldwin: That’s not true.
Red: I was a wise ass. You said as much to your fellow officers at the scene. Tell you what – I’ll apologize for my behavior if you apologize for the illegal pat-down that has exposed me to the death penalty. No? Think about it. No further questions, Your Honor.

 
[ HORN HONKS ] [ An outdoor wedding venue ]
Ressler: Aram, do me a favor and confirm the trace on Mori’s cell.
Aram: [ On comms ] Corner of Trenton and Willoughby. I can’t get any more specific than that, but she’s there.
Ressler: Along with 50 other people.
Liz: Now we know why she isn’t answering.
Ressler: This is gonna be a mess.
[ OFFICIANT SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ]
Ressler: Did I tell you my, uh, cousin in Idaho’s getting married next week?
Liz: You’ve got a cousin in Idaho?
Ressler: Yeah. Perp-loving cop hater. There. Now you’ve met him.
Liz: I don’t see her among the guests.
Officiant: You may kiss the bride.
Ressler: That’s ’cause she’s not one of them.
[ The bride in the ceremony is Deidre! ]
[ APPLAUSE ]
[ The groom walks Deidre to a white limo and she leaves without him ]
Ressler: Does this make any sense to you?
[ Liz picks up a wedding program ]
Liz: No. Deidre’s now “Hiraki.”
Ressler: I’m guessing Hiraki’s no more real than Deidre.
Liz: He’s got to be in on it, right? Helping her con Peterson?
Ressler: Maybe she’s conning them both.

 
[ Ressler and Liz corner the “Groom” (Henry Tanaka) inside a building ]
Henry: I told you, I don’t know where she is. She left.
Liz: She left her own wedding reception?
Henry: Can we talk about this somewhere else? My parents think that Hiraki’s back th–
Ressler: No, we know her name’s not Hiraki.
Henry: Shh! Please, not here.
Liz: Wait. You know her name’s not Hiraki?
Henry: Yes, but my family has no idea. What’s this about?
Ressler: Why don’t you tell us? Why’d she leave?
Henry: That’s all I could afford.
Liz: You paid her? To marry you?
Henry: Through a service. Well, for today – for my family. My parents, they have public lives, and they’re very traditional. And this, the wedding, Hiraki and I – it’s a dream that they want to believe – to save them from the shame.
Liz: What shame? Why on Earth would you lie to your family about your marriage?
Henry: Because I’m gay. And in their world, that remains unacceptable.
Ressler: Wait. This service. What’s it called?
Henry: Alter Ego.
Liz: What’s that?

 
Jeff Gregg: Here at Alter Ego, our artists provide clients with an immersive experience. Not a performance. An experience that is unabridged. It’s unpredictable. It’s very close to real life.
Samar: So, I’m sorry. Your firm, you rent humans?
Jeff Gregg: We fill vacancies. We provide the relationships that are missing in our clients’ lives.
Samar: For example?
Jeff Gregg: A young professional wants to take the “wife” that he doesn’t have to his high-school reunion. Or a single mother wants to introduce her young 6-year-old to the father that she never had, and so she creates a new, more healthy narrative with a “father” whose story line she can write and control.
Samar: These people are paid to lie.
[ CELLPHONE BEEPS ]
Jeff Gregg: The actors may be counterfeit, but the roles and the emotional support they provide are very real.
Samar: A billionaire dies, leaving his fortune to a son that no one knew he had, and the actress playing his loving girlfriend is conning him. Do you recognize her? Does she work for your company?
Jeff Gregg: Uh, she doesn’t look familiar, but that doesn’t mean anything. We have hundreds of artists on staff.
Samar: You’re going to have to find her.
Jeff Gregg: Our employees do not con clients. If someone has taken advantage of a role or a scenario, then Alter Ego had nothing to do with it.
Samar: You can go a long way to proving that by giving me Deidre Mori’s real name.

 
Judge Wilkins: Mr. Reddington. The Government has rested. The ball’s in your court. If you intend to testify or call a witness, now would be the time.
Red: I want to hear the tape.
Judge Wilkins: Excuse me?
Red: Of the anonymous call.
Sima: We haven’t offered the tape into evidence.
Red: Exactly. How do I know it even exists? How do I know you’re not fabricating the entire call as a way to justify the search?
Sima: Should I even ask if you have any foundation for that?
Red: Oh, come on. The government pretended my immunity agreement didn’t exist. How do I know you’re not pretending the tape does?
Judge Wilkins: Under the circumstances, that’s a fair question, Mr. Sima.
Sima: This hearing is about Officer Baldwin and whether he had a reasonable suspicion that this defendant was carrying a weapon.
Red: Yes, and he relied on the information that was relayed in that call.
Sima: No. He relied on the information relayed by his dispatcher.
Red: I was targeted. I want to know why.
Sima: The why is irrelevant. What you want to know is who. You want to hear the voice on that tape.
Red: I have a Sixth Amendment right to confront my accusers.
Sima: Something tells me you’re interested in more than just confrontation. Your Honor, given this defendant’s history–
Red: What history? I haven’t made any threats. And in case you’ve forgotten, I’m in federal custody.
Sima: Oh, right, and I’m sure if you recognized the voice you’re not gonna put a bullet in that person’s head!
Judge Wilkins: Enough! Now, I agree, as a matter of law, what matters is what the officer believed at the time he conducted the pat-down, period. That said, given the government’s penchant for dishonesty where this defendant is concerned, I think it’s more than reasonable to wonder if the police are playing fair.
Red: Thank you, Your Honor.
Judge Wilkins: Oh, don’t thank me just yet. I am ordering Mr. Sima to produce the tape, but for my ears only.
Red: Objection.
Judge Wilkins: Overruled. I’m not giving you that tape, Mr. Reddington. But I will confirm that it exists and that it says what they claim. Best I can do. Back in an hour.
[ GAVEL BANGS ]

 
[ The Post Office ] [ Elevator DOOR SLIDES OPEN ]
Aram: Hey. How was Alter Ego?
Samar: Very strange. But I got copies of all of the employee files. Could tell us who the girlfriend really is.
Aram: Great. I’ll print them out. And, by the way, I downloaded Word Splurge.
Samar: Why?
Aram: So we can play against each other.
Samar: I don’t think that’s a good idea.
Aram: Okay. If you’re worried about crushing me – and my rather minuscule ego–
Samar: It’s not that.
Aram: –be warned I’m highly competitive at word games.
Samar: Aram.
Aram: And– Uh, what?
Samar: I don’t want to play.
Aram: But you do play.
Samar: On my own. And I’d like to keep it that way.
Aram: Why?
Samar: Because I do. Can you just print out the files, please?

 
Ressler: Actors being hired to play fathers, mothers, brides. How can someone lie about a thing like that?
Liz: The groom we talked to did it to please his mother.
Aram: Hiding the truth that your marriage is fake? I don’t know how long that can last. In a relationship, the truth always comes out.
Liz: [ Reading ] MaryAnn. 35. Registered nurse. [ LAUGHS ] Special skills – marijuana distributor with an intuitive understanding of supply and demand. [ To Ressler: ] This would be the perfect date for your cousin’s wedding.
Aram: Wait. What? I love weddings. Wait. If you need a plus-one, I’m totally down to go.
Liz: I’m only half-kidding. I mean, we all know how amazing you are, but you’re pushing 40 with no prospects. Why let your cousin in on that?
Ressler: Because it’s the truth, the part about me being amazing.
Liz: She’s fluent in Spanish and French.
Ressler: I’m not gonna lie about being someone I’m not.
[ Samar holds out the photo of – “Deidre” ]
Samar: Unlike our blushing bride – Jan Chuckerman.
Liz: Does it say who hired her? Sister or brother-in-law?
Aram: I highly doubt it, because they’re fake, too.
[ He lays down photos of the others ]
Samar: They’re all actors?
Ressler: This tells us the who, but not the how. Peterson was the illegitimate son no one knew about. How did they?
Liz: They had someone on the inside. [ Holds out a photo of Roger ] Recognize him?
Ressler: That’s the kid from the estate hearing, the one who didn’t give us his name.
Liz: And now we know why.
Ressler: He had all the information. Must be his op. I say we bring him in. He’s an actor. Let’s see how well he performs under pressure.

 
[ Tim Peterson stumbles through the lobby of the hotel with a bottle of champagne ]
Tim: [ SLURRING ] Thanks. Put this on the room, too. And 50% for you. Cheers.
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[ In the suite, Deidre is being beaten by Marcus ]
Deidre: [ GROANS ] Okay.
Helen: Stop!
[ ELEVATOR BELL DINGS ]
Helen: God. Stop. She’s had enough.
Deidre: No! Do it again. One more.
[ Marcus punches Deidre again ] [ SMACK ] [ GROANS ]
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[ Tim gets off the elevator ] [ DEIDRE GROANS IN DISTANCE ]
[ Tim enters the bedroom. Deidre has taken another blow and is on the floor, her face bruised ]
Marcus: Hey, Tim. You’re early.

 
[ Samar and Ressler are in an interrogation room with Roger. On the table are photos of the four people killed in the attack on the Van Ness home ]
Samar: Look familiar? They should. You killed them.
Roger: I want a lawyer.
Ressler: How ’bout we start with the senior partner at your firm? Ashton Hirsh. Want to know what he told us? That Harris Van Ness had a heart attack last year, that he amended his will after that to include his son.
Samar: He also said that you were his personal assistant and that you filed the amendment.
Roger: I was doing my job. That’s not a crime.
Ressler: What about Tim Peterson’s will? Did you have access to that, as well? See whether or not he changed it to make sure that his loved ones were taken care of?
Samar: Except they’re not his loved ones, are they, Roger?
Roger: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Samar: They’re actors. Just like you.
Ressler: We know about Alter Ego, that you’re hired out to play parts, that you figured out how these three play the part of a lifetime – the family that Tim Peterson never had.
Samar: It was a clever plan getting into Peterson’s life a year ago, making sure he trusted them before you murdered his father.
Roger: I didn’t kill anyone.
Samar: Sounds like you know who did.
Roger: No one was supposed to die. I made that clear from the beginning. Van Ness was sick. It was just a matter of time. But Marcus – He was getting antsy. He wanted his cut, and I told him to wait. He wouldn’t listen. Not about Van Ness or or about Tim.
Ressler: He’s not gonna wait to bleed Tim dry, is he?
Roger: No. He’s working, uh, much faster than that.

 
Tim: Deidre, what is he doing to you?
Marcus: [ To Helen ] Go get the pills.
Helen: They’re in my room.
Marcus: Then don’t just stand there like a post! Go get ’em!
Tim: Talk to me! Hey! No one’s going anywhere! – Just –
[ Tim grab’s Helen’s arm ]
[ GUN COCKS ] [ Marcus points the gun at Tim ]
Marcus: Helen, go get the damn pills.
[ Helen leaves ]
Tim: What is this? Why are you doing this?
Marcus: For the money.

 
[ Liz and Ressler arrive at the hotel ]
Bellhop: Peterson’s on the 16th floor, in the penthouse suite.
Ressler: I’ll go up. You secure the building.
Liz: [ To the Bellhop ] I’m gonna need you to take me to your head of security.

 
Marcus: Tell him.
Tim: Tell him what?
Marcus: Tell him.
Deidre: I’m pregnant.
Marcus: It’s yours, Tim-bo. A real-life bun in the oven. Congratulations.
Deidre: Sorry, babe, but how else do you think we’re gonna get that cash? Here’s how it works.
You found out about the baby–
Marcus: You didn’t take the news so well. Of course you’ve been drinking. And along with the pills–
Deidre: We fought, you got violent.
Tim: No.
Marcus: No choice but to defend herself. She got her hands on that gun of yours you’ve been traveling with ever since you got rich and paranoid.
Tim: Nobody’s gonna believe you.
Deidre: Honestly? Tim – A kid from a trailer park – drunk and high on pills is killed by his pregnant girlfriend who’s only trying to defend herself?
[ Helen returns ]
Helen: Got ’em. Here you go.
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[ ELEVATOR BELL DINGS ] [ Ressler exits the elevator ]
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Tim: You’ll never get the money. I don’t have a will, an estate plan.
Deidre: But you have a kid, and with you dead, the inheritance goes to your only living next of kin – your child. And guess who gets sole custody of our child, hmm? [ CHUCKLES ] Tim?
Marcus: How’s that for a plan?
[ Tim lunges at Marcus. They struggle for the gun ] [ GRUNTING ] [ The gun goes off GUNSHOT 💥 but no one is hit ] [ GRUNTING ]
[ Ressler arrives ]
Ressler: FBI! Hands. Show me your hands!
[ Helen glances at the gun on the floor ]
Ressler: Don’t even think about it.
[ Deidre slips out ]
Ressler: Damn it.
[ CELLPHONE BEEPS ] [ CELLPHONE BEEPS ]
Liz: Keen.
Ressler: I got Peterson and two of the preps, but Deidre’s on the move.

 
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[ An elderly couple waits for the elevator ]
Wife: We should’ve called the bellhop, told him to bring the cart.
Husband: We don’t need the cart.
Wife: You say we don’t need the cart, then I carry the bags! We need the cart!
Husband: Okay, next time, I’ll get the cart.
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[ ELEVATOR BELL DINGS ] [ The doors open and Deidre tumbles out ]
[ Liz points her gun at Deidre ]
Liz: Don’t move! I said don’t move! Not you, sir. Ma’am, can you please hold the door? – [ To Deidre: ] You. Get up! [ Liz grabs Deidre and throws her back into the elevator ) [ GRUNTS ]
[ The elevator doors close ]
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Husband: This place doesn’t get our business anymore.
Wife: [ GASPS ]

 
Judge Wilkins: Uh, welcome back.I want to make a brief record. First to establish my findings, but also to preserve the facts for Mr. Reddington’s inevitable appeal. I have listened to the recording provided by the prosecution. The call is in sum and substance exactly as the resulting radio run describes. I find no compelling justification for forcing the Government to put the recording in evidence at this proceeding. Mr. Reddington, if you have any final argument, I’m ready to hear it.
[ Red stands ]
Red: What did he have, Your Honor?
Judge Wilkins: What did who have?
Red: Officer Baldwin. A tip from a source who refused to give their name. No explanation as to how their information was acquired, no prior history of reliability, no compelling reason to believe the tip was even credible. And the details? A white man in his 50s wearing a suit and hat? On a busy street in New York City? I couldn’t possibly have been the only one.
  And how did the caller know I was carrying a concealed weapon? It was concealed, for God’s sake. In what stretch of the imagination could this kind of tip justify this search? Officer Baldwin obviously knew that when he got there, which is why he didn’t just throw me up against a wall. He knew that what he had didn’t amount to reasonable suspicion under the law. So what did he do? He investigated. Please excuse my drip of sarcasm, but Officer Baldwin asked for some identification, and I gave him a false ID so magnificent, even I started to believe my name was George Murphy.
  He said I looked around nervously. The truth is, I made fun of the man. I refused to give him the respect he somehow believed he deserved. It happens. I get impatient. I make a comment I might regret. It’s one of my biggest issues in therapy, along with some residual anxiety from childhood and a sexual fascination I’d prefer to discuss in chambers.
  But the point is the tip gave him next to nothing, and his own observations didn’t change things one iota. I know it, you know it, and even he knows it, which is saying a lot since I’m pretty sure all he cares about is reading his name in the papers and the whiff of his boss’s backside. Ah! You see? There I go again. I promise I will work on this with my therapist just as soon as you kick the gun and let me get the hell out of here. Thank you.

 
[ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS ] [ Liz sits with Tim ] [ Deidre, Marcus and Helen are led past them by police ]
Tim: How could I have been so stupid?
Liz: [ SIGHS ] You wanted the fantasy to be real. You wanted a family.
Tim: All that time. All those lies.
Liz: I know what it’s like to be fooled by people who you think are family. I know how painful that is.
[ Dembe enters ]
Liz: What are you doing here?
Dembe: I need to speak with him.
Liz: Why? This doesn’t have anything to do with Reddington.
Dembe: I only need a minute.
[ Liz steps aside ]
Dembe: Mr. Peterson.
Tim: Who are you?
Dembe: I work for the man who saved your life. I’m here to ask you to do him a favor in return.

 
[ Dembe visits Red in the holding cell ]
Dembe: Harris Van Ness was murdered for his money. His death had nothing to do with you.
Red: He’s still dead. When he expired, so did his vote.
Dembe: It didn’t expire. It was transferred to his heir.
Red: Van Ness doesn’t have an heir.
Dembe: As fate would have it, he does.
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[ A board room ]
Tim: My father would have voted with Reddington. In his absence, I vote with Reddington.
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Dembe: You tasked the FBI to find an enemy, and in doing so, you found a friend.
Red: What a pleasant surprise.
Dembe: Sometimes you make your own fate. Sometimes fate makes you.
Red: Mm.

 
[ The Courtroom ]
[ DOOR OPENS. Judge Wilkins enters ]
Judge Wilkins: All rise. Let me be clear. Reasonable suspicion can be based upon a tip given to the police, but only if the information provided has what the Supreme Court calls “an indicia of reliability.” Now, to make that judgment, the courts look at the source’s veracity, reliability, and basis of knowledge. The officer knew none of those things. All he had was a small amount of predictive detail. White male, right age, wearing the right suit and hat. Mr. Reddington is correct. Alone, it’s not nearly enough.
  But there’s more. The officer made his own observations. In his view, the defendant seemed nervous. Whatever looks the defendant gave, he interpreted as furtive. The defendant resisted his instruction to turn around. Is that enough? It probably wouldn’t have been for me. But the issue is not whether I would have patted Mr. Reddington down. The issue is, was the decision to do so manifestly unreasonable? I find that it wasn’t. Accordingly, the defendant’s motion to suppress the gun seized from his possession is hereby denied.
Sima: Your Honor, in light of your ruling, it’s our position that the defendant violated his immunity agreement.
Judge Wilkins: Upon conviction for the gun possession at trial, that agreement will be nullified.
Sima: We intend to pursue all of the outstanding indictments against the defendant and seek the death penalty.
Judge Wilkins: One step at a time, Mr. Sima. Mr. Reddington, you made a good case. For what it’s worth, it wasn’t an easy decision.
Red: So, I guess I’ve got that going for me.

 
[ Samar practices prepositions ]
[ Radical Face’s ♫ “Summer Skeletons” plays ]
[ ⬇ Go to Full Lyrics ] or [ ♪ Tap square below twice to play ♪ ]

♪ We were sun-burned and shoeless kids

Samar: [ Mutters ] With. For.

♪ We were skipping stones –

Samar: Into. Of. To. Despite.

♪ In the failing light I smelled the fireplace
Although we were miles away
We were infinite
There was no time in those days

[ Samar sends a message from Aram inviting him to play a word game ]
[ CELLPHONE BEEPS ]
[ Seated at a desk nearby, Aram receives the message and smiles ]

♪ When all we knew wasn’t stolen
There was nothing real to lose

 
[ Ressler visits Alter Ego ]
Receptionist: Welcome to Alter Ego. What is it that you wish for?
Ressler: I have a wedding to go to, and, uh–
Receptionist: You’d like to bring someone.
Ressler: Yeah. I mean, yes. I’d like to bring someone. I hear you guys can help with that.
 

♪ When regrets were nowhere

[ DOOR of the holding area OPENS ]
Liz: I came as soon as I heard. Can you appeal the ruling, get it overturned?
Red: I was wrong about Van Ness. I was so sure my enemy was out there when he was in here all the time. I must be getting old. Either that, or I’m facing a particularly worthy adversary.
Liz: The gun’s been admitted. They’ll throw out your immunity.
Red: I was set up.
Liz: What are you talking about?
Red: There’s a recording of the person who tipped off the cops.
Liz: Have you heard it?
Red: What goes on in court – yeah, there are rules, people play their parts. Your enemies are known. It’s a fair fight. And despite losing today, it’s only just begun.
Liz: Have you heard the recording?
Red: No.

♪ You barely talked, and I didn’t mind

Red: [ INHALES DEEPLY ] – But I intend to. And when I do, I’ll know who betrayed me. And at that moment, no matter where I am – on the street, in solitary confinement, or on the receiving end of a firing squad – at that moment, whoever set me up – his fate will be sealed.

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♪ We were sun-burned and shoeless kids
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Although we were miles away
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♪ When all we knew wasn’t stolen
There was nothing real to lose
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While carving bad words in the wood
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We were down by the shore
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And all the stars fell into the lake
When the water was warm
Walked in over my head
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You barely talked and I didn’t mind

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