🔴 Script 9:12 The Chairman

 

Brief (Where we’re at):

Red has determined that the only way to find out who was behind Liz’s murder is to dig up her body and find the tracking device located on or inside of it. Vandyke shot Liz but someone else was also involved, someone who is behind the next-gen tracking device discovered to have sent signals to Vandyke’s laptop. Alina Park had accompanied Liz’s body to the morgue. She was there when Liz’s clothing was sealed in an evidence bag. Hoping to find the device on Liz’s clothing, Red had Aram retrieve the evidence bag to search through the clothing for the transmitter, but he could not find anything. Park then suggested checking the last location the device had transmitted from. When Aram did so, he discovered the last signal came from Rose Hill, the cemetery where Liz’s body is buried. So Red went to Cooper to talk to him about exhuming her remains.

Park’s marriage has been on the rocks for a long time, in large part because her husband Peter does not like the fact she has to keep the nature of her work a secret from him? They both think marriage should be based on trust. But the nature of Park’s work burst into their private life when a former co-assassin (and jealous ex-lover) of Park’s, John Richter, broke into their home and tied Peter up and gagged him. Richter told Peter, “Your wife’s a natural-born killer.” When Richter pointed his gun at Peter’s head, Park’s inner Incredible Hulk took over and she killed Richter by smashing his head repeatedly with a vase. Park decided it was time to level with Peter:

Park: … Do you know who Raymond Reddington is?
Peter: Of course I do. Why?
Park: I think we better sit down.

 
Unresolved rom earlier episodes:

Cooper and his friend Lew Sloan from the ballistics lab have continued trying to figure out who is blackmailing Cooper by trying to pin on him the murder of Doug Koster. Years earlier Koster had an affair with Cooper’s wife Charlene. He was murdered on a night when Cooper had attended a retirement party. Cooper woke up the next morning in his car, unable to remember how he got there. He discovered a bullet was missing from the clip in his service weapon. Cooper had Lew run the ballistics and the bullet matched his gun. When Metro PD Detective Marcus Heber served a warrant for the gun, without telling “Coop,” Lew took it upon himself to modify the gun’s barrel so the bullet and gun would no longer match. Now, Cooper has received the results of a lab test that prove he was in fact drugged with a ‘date rape drug.’ Surveillance video from that night which Lew acquired shows a bartender slipping something into Cooper’s drink. Lew got the name of the bartender, Abel Judge. So, Cooper went to the man’s apartment. No one answered his knocks and the door was unlocked, so Cooper entered, only to find the place completely ransacked and a man (possibly Abel Judge) lying dead on the floor, his throat slashed. At that moment the landline phone in the apartment rang. Cooper answered. The digitally altered voice of the blackmailer spoke: “Congratulations, Harold. Now you have the blood of two men on your hands.”

Two other matters remain unresolved: 1) What was in the box Red gave to Dembe? And — 2) What did the letter from Katarina to Liz say about Red’s true identity?

 
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[ A man known as The Chairman sits behind a table talking to three people sitting in front of it, two men and a woman. They seem frightened ]
The Chairman: You know, the first stock exchange started in Belgium, 1531, and for the next five centuries, this flow of capital transformed the world more than politics, religion, war. And like all markets, ours depends on rules. The honest reporting of profit and loss. You failed to do that. You, uh– You lied on your disclosure forms.
[ The Chairman slaps a binder down on the table ]
The Chairman: You raised $78 million to build a tunnel under the border that you never intended to build. Five miles of road and rail, flatbeds, pallets, people, with entrances and exits located at warehouses that you control.
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[ Two men lift a cloth from a side table. On it are metal instruments ]
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The Chairman: Instead, you invested the money in Miami real estate. Now, on Wall Street, this kind of Ponzi scheme would get you a slap on the wrist and a Central Park co-op.
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[ One of the men by the table wears a plastic bib apron and plastic goggles. He pulls on a pair of black plastic gloves ]
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The Chairman: Your investors, however, the often unscrupulous people you ripped off– I think you see where I’m going with this. It’s nowhere good. They’re very emotional people, and right now, their emotions are tending towards usury and murder. Luckily for you, we have rules that we’ve all agreed to follow. [ Reading ] To wit. – You know, I have no idea what “to wit” means. I just love the way that it sounds. [ Chuckles ] – Let’s see. Section 42, subparagraph C. Punishments.
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[ The man in the apron gets out a large chef’s knife ]
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The Chairman: To wit. [ Chuckles ] Punishments are for the Chairman to decide. Now, your investors want you dead. I’m thinking more walking dead. Living, breathing examples of what happens when you break our rules. These are the consent forms you each signed, consenting to abide by my decision. And my decision is this. Repayment in full, plus 20%. And fingers. Two from you. Two from you. [ To Beth ] Three from you.
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[ The man in the apron gets our a large garden clipper ]
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The Chairman: From the hand you used to sign your consent form. You see, this is a blood oath. You broke it, so I get a piece of what you broke it with. Beth, you’re the ringleader. Lead the ring.
Beth: No. No, please don’t do this.
[ A Guard grabs Beth by the shoulders and forces her to get up ]
Guard: Too late for that.
Beth: No. Oh! [ Crying ]
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[ At the torture table ]
The Chairman: Uh, Joe, that’s, uh, three from Beth. Just, uh, work backwards from the pinkie.
Beth: No. No, please.
The Chairman: Oh, and, uh, Beth, feel free to tell anybody who asks – If they’re gonna cheat, cheat the stock market, not the night market.
Beth: No. No. [ ‼️ Screams ‼️ ]

 
[ Cooper’s kitchen ] [ Lew Sloan sits at the table with a cellphone ] [ Beeps🔅]
Cooper: You know, MPD has nothing on the bartender. After a month. It’s like it never happened.
Lew: Well, he was hit by a pro. Finding a clue trail’s gonna take some time.
Cooper: I don’t have time. What I have is some voicebox who keeps calling to remind me he’s got a gun to my head.
Lew: Yeah, well, the next time he calls, you’ll be able to record his voice, and we’ll see if we can’t unscramble the voicebox and get an ID. What the hell are you looking for?
Cooper: Mimi’s missing. A stuffed bunny. Yea big. Charred feet.
Lew: A bunny? With charred feet?
Cooper: It’s Agnes’ transitional object.
Lew: At her age, isn’t that called a smartphone?
Cooper: It belonged to her mother. It played a key role in the breakup of the Soviet Union.
Lew: The bunny did?
Cooper: Thank you, by the way, for the phone and for reviewing the case file again.
Lew: Yeah, well, I’ve reviewed it three times.
Cooper: Then thanks for reviewing it a fourth. We have to find out what happened to the bartender, and if the cops can’t help us, we have to help ourselves.
[ Cell phone ringing✨]
Lew: Hm. “Nick’s Pizza.” Maybe they have the bunny.
[ Cell phone clicks ✽ ]

 
[ Red’s camper ] [ Birds chirping ]
[ Red is gazing at a glass of water with two raw egg yolks and whites suspended in water, a feature of the Mesoamerican shamanic rituals (oomancy) practiced by Mierce ]
[ Door opens ] [ Red rises. Cooper enters ]
Red: Harold. Please.
[ Both sit ]
Cooper: Reading your future?
Red: [ Laughs ] I don’t know. Mierce. For me, it’s just– calming.
Cooper: Is this about Elizabeth?
Red: Her body needs to be exhumed, Harold.
Cooper: Aram told me about the tracker. That whomever wanted her dead put it in her, not on her.
Red: And yet you posted guards at her grave.
Cooper: She’s resting in peace. I intend on keeping it that way.
Red: Much of my world exists right alongside yours. People and organizations in our two worlds have the same needs. Security. Medical care. Air travel. Corporate infrastructure. Financial services. Hence the night market, a stock market for criminals.
Cooper: The Sinaloa Cartel issues stocks?
Red: Cartels, gangs, crime syndicates. The Yakuza is no different than Google. They both issue stock to raise money to pay for R&D, capital expenses, to expand their operations.
Cooper: Are you in the market?
Red: Of course. Capital markets are the key to explosive growth in your world. The night market is no different in mine. I’d be a fool not to take advantage of it.
Cooper: But you want us to bring it down.
Red: The man in charge is known as the Chairman. I don’t know his real name or where exactly to find him. He moves around a lot. What I do know is that he is a one-man SEC. Judge, jury, and executioner. These unfortunates misled their investors in advance of an IPO.
[ Red shows Cooper a photo of the unfortunate investors’ severed fingers ]
Cooper: The Chairman did this?
Red: To send a message. Quite literally. They take a photo and disseminate it to the community. ⋘⋙ You’re wrong about Elizabeth. She’s not resting nor in peace. She’s dead. She can’t be disturbed because she doesn’t exist. We exist. We hurt. We are in pain. And we need answers.

 
[ The Post Office war room ] [ A stock ticker scrolls on the overhead display ]
Cooper: What you’re looking at is a black market stock market. The night market is made up of hundreds of companies raising billions in capital.
Park: But what companies? What do the initials stand for?
Cooper: According to Reddington, they’re a code that he doesn’t have the key to.
Ressler: Well, if this is an online trading platform, why don’t we just pull the plug?
Aram: Because the night market is hosted on a decentralized blockchain network, meaning it runs across 10,000 nodes all over the world. Even if we could find one and shut it down, the other 9,999 would keep humming. We’d basically have to disconnect the entire Internet to stop it.
Cooper: The only company Reddington could identify is this one. BKRC stands for Banda Korçë.
Dembe: Albanian. Specializing in extortion and money laundering. Casinos are their drug of choice.
Cooper: A fact that Gaming Enforcement got wind of. They opened up an investigation into Tremont Casinos. That’s the legitimate company that BKRC muscled in on. And as a result, Tremont’s stock on Wall Street went down 30%, and yet–
Ressler: On the night market, BKRC’s up 25%.
Park: How’s that possible?The investigation by Gaming Enforcement should be bad for both companies.
Dembe: Markets price in information. If BKRC’s stock is going up, that means the criminal market knows something that the legitimate one doesn’t.
Park: Like that? They’re gonna be able to stop the investigation?
Cooper: The night market is run by a man who does this to people who cross him.
[ A photo of the three people who had their fingers cut off is displayed, with a tray of the severed fingers lying in a tray in the foreground ]
Cooper: He’s known as the Chairman. The only way to bring down the market is to get to him. Dembe, Park, go to Gaming Enforcement, see what they know.
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[ The group disperses, except for Ressler who walks with Cooper ]
Ressler: Did Reddington say anything about the guards posted at the cemetery?
Cooper: He did. And he wasn’t happy about it. His concern is our need for closure, not hers for peace and tranquility.
Ressler: His need or ours?
Cooper: If what you’re asking is do the guards stay, the answer’s yes.
Ressler: Great. Thank you. Look, I want answers as much as Reddington, but not at the expense of disturbing Liz’s remains.

 
[ A conference room at Gaming Enforcement ] [ Ray King and Laren McVay meet with Dembe and Park ]
Ray King: Tremont’s stock is in a nose dive because our investigation is rock solid. We know they’re in business with Banda Korçë, that Banda Korçë is run by Driton Abazi, and that he is using Tremont’s casinos to launder money.
Dembe: What’s your timeline? When do you plan on arresting Abazi?
Laren McVay: He’s smart. Insulated. But we finally got someone on the inside.
Dembe: Your inside source, what’s his name?
Laren McVay: If we tell you and you approach him, he might run scared, and everything we’ve worked on could be lost.
Park: We want to make sure he’s okay.
Laren McVay: Why wouldn’t he be? What aren’t you telling us?
Dembe: It’s conventional wisdom in the criminal world that your investigation is going nowhere. Since it rests on this source, it stands to reason that his life may be in danger.
Ray King: It’s not a he. It’s a she. And we have no case without her.

 
[ Atlantic City, New Jersey ] [ A luxury hotel suite ]
[ Tsiona Stern, the woman “on the inside” for Gaming Enforcement, is talking to her lover, gambling crime boss, Driton Abazi, via a computer screen. She is wearing a short sparkling dress and is holding a glass of champagne ]
Tsiona Stern: Thanks for the Dom, baby. Lorik just gave it to me, but he didn’t tell me what it was for.
Driton Abazi: It’s a going-away present.
Tsiona: [ Gasps ] I like the sound of that. Where are we going?
Abazi: A toast. To stupidity.
Tsiona: That’s a dumb toast.
Abazi: Well, we are dumb people. I’m stupid for thinking that you loved me, and you’re stupid for thinking I wouldn’t find out what you did.
Tsiona: [ Scoffs ] What are you talking about?
Abazi: Don’t talk. Drink. If you have enough before he gets there, it might not hurt as much.
Tsiona: If this is a joke, it’s not funny.
Abazi: It’s not a joke. It’s a going-away present.
Tsiona: Okay, I don’t understand. Where are we going?
Abazi: We are not going anywhere. You are. To a very painful place. The champagne may numb it.
Tsiona: That’s it. My present. To numb the pain.
[ A man enters carrying a rolled up rug. After him is the Chairman, then a couple of guards ]
The Chairman: Oh, it’s the classic love story. Boy meets girl, girl betrays boy, boy has psychopath dismember girl. It’s so cliched, it’s almost boring.
Tsiona: I didn’t betray anybody.
The Chairman: That would be hard to prove. Gaming Enforcement encrypts all of its files. Unfortunately, someone forgot to firewall the copy machine.
[ He tosses Tsiona’s file on to the coffee table ]
Tsiona: [ To Abazi ] You don’t believe him, right, baby? Look, please, I didn’t–
[ A guard clobbers Tsiona ] [ Body thuds ]
The Chairman: You know, I love reading quarterly reports, examining financial disclosures, regulating the market. The part of my job I detest is enforcement.
[ Two guards roll Tsiona up in the rug and carry her away ]
The Chairman: Lately, it seems like all I do.

 
[ The conference room at Gaming Enforcement. Ray King and Laren McVay are talking by video call to the task force ]
Ray King: Two years. We’ve spent two years trying to turn Tsiona Stern.
Dembe: And then we show up and she disappears.
Laren McVay: Disappears? She’s dead. She didn’t miss a check-in, not one, until you started asking around.
Cooper: Ms. Stern put her life at risk to help expose Banda Korçë. That was very brave. And we can honor that bravery by carrying on with her work. You by going back to your office, reviewing your files, and seeing where the case stands without her.—
[ The yellow freight elevator opens. Lew Sloan steps out ]
Cooper: —We, by looking into her murder. We can’t do that without names. Family, friends. Who was closest to her?
Ray King: She had a sister.
Cooper: Ressler, get a name and number. Take Dembe. See what she knows.
[ Ressler and Dembe leave ]

 
[ Cooper’s office ]
Cooper: Did you find anything on the bartender?
Lew Sloan: Maybe yes, maybe no. The, uh, bartender was close with a woman he worked with.
Cooper: Did the police talk with her?
Lew: Well, they tried, but she wouldn’t return their calls. You know, the cops got busy, had other leads, and she fell through the cracks. It turned out that she didn’t return their calls because she disappeared. She left her apartment the day after the murder and hasn’t been seen since.
Cooper: Do you have a name?
Lew: I do.
[ Lew hands Cooper a slip of paper ]
Lew: That’s about all I have. Like I said, may be a lead, maybe not. Hey, uh, by the way, did you ever find the bunny that solved the Cold War? That’s a hell of a bedtime story.
Cooper: Mimi belonged to Agnes’ mother. Holding on to it is like holding on to her. And, yeah, it’s a hell of a story. One I’m not sure I should tell Agnes. Her mother’s part in it was complicated.
Lew: Agnes deserves the truth, even the parts that are complicated.
Cooper: So you think that extends to how her mother died, which might be the most complicated part of all?
Lew: Yeah, well, of all the parts of the story that you have to tell, that’s the most important one. Without it, she’ll never get closure.
Cooper: Thanks, Lew. For the advice. And for this. [ The slip of paper ]
Lew: Mm. Yeah. Hey, did voicebox ever reach out?
Cooper: Not yet, but it’s been a few weeks, so it’s only a matter of time.
Lew: Right.
[ Lew leaves ]
[ Cooper’s cell phone beeps 🔅 , dials ••• •••• ]
Cooper: Hey. I’d like to meet. ⋘⋙ No. ⋘⋙ At the cemetery.

 
[ Ressler and Dembe meet with Tsiona Stern’s sister, Tracy ]
Tracy Stern: I begged her not to cooperate with the cops. I told her just to get out. But she was stuck on the guy.
Ressler: Well, if she cared for Abazi, why’d she inform on him?
Tracy: It was volatile, passionate. Spite. Anger. Jealousy. The trifecta of the scorned lover.
Ressler: So Abazi cheated on her.
Tracy: He’s a thug. Hurting people, skimming off casino profits. She might’ve gone against him anyway, but Felicia sure helped.
Dembe: Felicia–
Tracy: Dawson. S-She’s a dealer he moved into one of the suites at the casino. Tsiona followed him there, expecting to catch him with Felicia, which she did, as well as finding him having some kind of business meeting.

 
[ The Post Office ] [ Dembe follows Aram down a hall ]
Aram: You want to bug a suite at the casino?
Dembe: The informant’s sister says that’s where Abazi conducted a lot of his business.
[ The enter the war room, where Ressler stands at a computer ]
Ressler: The suite’s rented in the name of his girlfriend. His other girlfriend. A Felicia Dawson.
[ Felicia Dawson’s photo and data appears on the large screen ]
Dembe: Former casino employee. Divorced. Five-year-old daughter.
Ressler: Who’s now consorting with criminals, which should be enough for us to pull a warrant, hear what they talk about.
Park: And hopefully hear enough from Abazi to get to the Chairman.
Aram: Getting a warrant might not be the problem, but installing the bug is. I do not envy the guy who has to slip in and out of the love nest of an Albanian mobster.

 
[ The hotel suite ] [ Dressed as a food service worker and pushing a cart, Aram ‘slips into the love nest of Albanian mobster’ Driton Abazi. Abazi’s business associate and lover, Felicia Dawson, is on the phone with him ]
[ In the anteroom ]
Aram: Room service.
Guard: Hands out.
[ The guard pats Aram down ]
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Felicia: I’m not doing it.
Abazi: [ On phone ] Doing what? I’m asking you to meet some people.
Felicia Dawson: I know what you’re asking me to do, and the answer is no.
Abazi: Call me back when you’re alone.
[ Aram rolls the cart in ]
Felicia: What are you looking at?
[ Guard leaves ] [ Door closes ]
Aram: Oh. Uh, nothing. I will just put things out. Very good.
[ Felicia goes into another room ]
[ Aram reaches under a tablecloth and applies a 🔆 blinking 🔆 bug under the table ]
Lily Dawson: [ Sniffling ]
[ Aram lifts the tablecloth. Under the table is Felicia’s 5-year-old daughter ]
Aram: Oh. Hello. I’m guessing the hot dog is for you. You wanna eat it down here?
[ Lily nods ]
Aram: Okay. One hot dog coming up. There you go. Voilá. What’s wrong? Parents fighting?
Lily: They’re not my parents. He’s not. What’s that? I saw you put it there.
[ The light on the bug blinks 🔆 🔆 🔆 ]
Aram: That? Oh, um, that’s part of a magic trick. And if it’s done right, Mr. Abazi will disappear.
Lily: People can’t disappear.
Aram: Not normally, no. But, uh, this– This is a very special trick. But for it to work, you can’t tell anyone. Not even your mom. Think you can do that?
Lily: But if he goes, will he ever come back?
Aram: Of course not. It’s magic.
[ Lily smiles ]

 
[ Cooper puts down a pot of flowers and kneels at Liz’s grave ]
Cooper: Agnes is doing well. At school, she’s getting mostly A’s. A B+ in math. She doesn’t really like math. Neither do I. [ Chuckling ] She’s got lots of friends. At the moment, her biggest concern is that we have misplaced Mimi.
[ Red walks quietly behind Cooper, pausing some distance away ]
Cooper: I’m sure she’ll turn up, but for now, the house is being turned upside down.
Red: When my father died—
[ Cooper turns his head, then gets up ]
Red: —I kept a little painting of his. He always wished he’d been a real painter. But at least there was the one. He took terrible care of it, so it’s faded and torn. But it reminded me of him, so I kept it in the bathroom. Every morning, he and I would have a little [ Chuckling ] chat. ⋘⋙ Why do we do that, talk to the dead? They’re gone. Why do we talk to them?
Cooper: But they’re not gone. As long as we’re here, they’re here with us.
Red: Where are the guards?
Cooper: I dismissed them. If Elizabeth is watching over us, I think she’d want Agnes to know the truth, at least as much of it as we can give her.
Red: Thank you.
Cooper: I’ll get a court order. If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it the right way.
[ Cooper leaves. Red approaches the grave ]
Red: Hello, Elizabeth.

 
[ Liz’s coffin is rolled by ] [ Parked nearby, Cooper and Red sit in an SUV. Cooper holds up Mimi, the stuffed bunny with the scorched feet ]
Cooper: Where did you find it?
Red: It was under the seat. Agnes fell asleep on the way back from the opera. She must’ve dropped it.
Cooper: I’ve been looking everywhere. You have no idea what a relief this is.
Red: [ Chuckling ] Of course I do. Elizabeth couldn’t sleep. Colicky. But more often than not, when she scrunched that bunny against her cheek, she was calm, quiet.
Cooper: You should’ve taken her to the opera.
Red: [ Chuckles ]
Cooper: That’ll put anyone to sleep.
Red: [ Chuckles ]
[ The workers slide Liz’s coffin into a hearse ]
Red: Harold, please instruct the medical examiner to be as respectful as possible.

 
[ The hotel suite ] [ Felicia Dawson is on the phone ]
Felicia: Why? Because I’m terrified for my daughter. Yes, names, dates. [ Sighs ] That’s fine.
Roger’s Park, 3:00.
[ Cell phone beeps🔅]
[ Felicia turns to talk to Driton Abazi via the video display on the wall ]
Felicia: The meeting’s set with King and McVay.
Abazi: You did good. Even I believed you betrayed me.
[ The bug in the room transmits the audio to the Post Office ]
Aram: When I was there, I heard Abazi and Felicia arguing. This could be why. He’s using her to set up King and McVay.
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[ The conversation continues, overheard by the task force ]
Abazi: This is how it’s gonna go. Lorik drives. You get out, enter the park. When they approach, you drop your sunglasses, bend down to pick them up. Lorik does the rest.
Felicia: Meaning he kills them.
Abazi: Meaning that whatever it is, you don’t have to worry about it.
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Ressler: All right, Dembe and I will go to the park. You let King and McVay know they’re walking into a trap.
[ Dembe starts to head out, but Park catches up with him ]
Park: [ Sighs ] Does Abazi actually think killing the two people investigating him will stop the investigation?
Dembe: He’s not thinking. He’s reacting. Like a cornered animal lashing out.
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[ The hotel suite; Aram listens in ]
Lily: Mommy!
Felicia: Mommy’s gonna go run an errand. Driton’s coming over to be with you while I’m gone, okay?
Driton Abazi: [ Via the video screen ] Don’t worry, kid. We’ll have a good time.
[ Lily ducks under the table where the audio bug is and talks to it ] [ Beep🔅]
Lily: Please make him disappear. Please make him disappear. Please make him disappear.
[ Aram can hear her, but it’s a one-way connection ]

 
[ Cooper gets off the yellow freight elevator. Aram runs up ]
Aram: Oh, sir, sir, about, uh, Driton Abazi–
Cooper: Not now, okay?
Aram: Is everything all right?
Cooper: I’m sure it will be. It’s just– The exhumation. I ordered it.

 
[ The Medical Examiner preps for the procedure and dictates a recording ]
Medical Examiner: Pursuant to an order issued by Superior Court Judge Victoria Shapiro, we are conducting an exhumation autopsy on Elizabeth Keen. The purpose of the autopsy is to determine whether Agent Keen ingested a tracking device which remains inside her postmortem.

 
[ Ressler and Dembe walks along a path in Rogers Park ] [ Ressler is ending a call ]
Ressler: All right. Thank you. [ Cell phone beeps🔅]
Dembe: Where are we on King and McVay?
Ressler: That was their supervisor. They’re not picking up his calls or mine.
Dembe: I’m not surprised. After what happened to their last informant, they don’t trust anybody, especially us.
[ Vehicle approaching ]
Ressler: Okay. All right. This could be the agents arriving. ⋘⋙ Here comes King and McVay.
Dembe: I’ll keep eyes on the driver.
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[ Some distance away, meet with Felicia Dawson meets with Ray King and Laren McVay ]
Ray King: Thanks for coming. We want to start by saying we will protect you.
Felicia Dawson: I wish you could, but you can’t even protect yourselves.
[ A sniper aims his rifle out the window of a car ]
[ Felicia drops her sunglasses and leans over to pick them up ]
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Ressler: It’s a hit.
[ Dembe steps forward and shoots💥the sniper ]
[ They run over to the trio ]
Ressler: FBI! Stand back!
Laren: [ To Felicia ] Are you all right?
Dembe: Get away from the car!
Ressler: Donald Ressler, FBI. You need to come with us.
Felicia: No, I can’t. My daughter–
Ressler: We know about your daughter.
Felicia: Is she all right?
Ressler: She will be. If you come with us, now.

 
[ Felicia talks to Driton Abazi. Ressler stands nearby. Dembe checks the sniper who is shot in the forehead ]
Felicia: It’s done. But Lorik was shot. ⋘⋙ I don’t know. One of the agents, I think, before they were killed. [ Sighs ] ⋘⋙ I-I don’t know. It all happened so fast. I just– [ Inhales sharply ] Baby, I’m scared. I need you to come and get me. And I need you to bring Lily. ⋘⋙ Okay. Yeah, yeah. I know where that is. ⋘⋙ Okay. [ Cell phone beeps🔅]
Felicia: [ To Ressler ] He’s coming for me. [ Breathes deeply ] But you can’t do anything until I have my daughter.
Dembe: Where did Abazi tell you to meet?

 
[ A car pulls up. In the back seat are Driton Abazi and young Lily Dawson, Abazi’s arm draped over Lily. Lily’s mother opens the car door ]
Felicia Dawson: Hi, baby!
Lily: Mommy!
Felicia: [ To Abazi ] I did what you asked me to do. What else would I do?You had Lily. Driton, please.
[ Abazi allows Lily to go to Felicia ]
Felicia: You’re okay. Mm! [ Hug ]
[ Felicia puts her sunglasses on the roof of the car ]
[ Agents, including Ressler, Dembe, Park and Aram run out and surround the car ]
— FBI! Hands! Hands!
[ Indistinct shouting ]
Dembe: FBI! yYou’re under arrest.
— Hands! Let’s see ’em!
— Turn around.
— And clear. Everyone, stand down.
Aram: [ To Lily ] Told you he’d disappear. Good job. [ Winks ]
Felicia: [ Sighs ] [ Hugs Lily ]
[ Handcuffs ✽ click ✽ ]

 
[ Aram and Ressler get off of the yellow freight elevator ]
Ressler: I’ll update Cooper on Abazi’s arrest.
Aram: Has he talked to you about Elizabeth yet?
Ressler: No. Why? What about her?

 
[ Cooper’s office ] [ Cooper holds a plastic envelope containing a small capsule ]
Cooper: The ME found the tracker.
Reddington: I’ll get there as soon as we can. We should discuss what comes next.
[ Cell phone beeps🔅]
[ Door opens ] [ Ressler enters ]
Ressler: Is it true about Liz? That you pulled the guards? That you dug her up?
Cooper: I know you feel, but I decided it was the right thing to do.
Ressler: You decided?
Cooper: Yes.
Ressler: Reddington put you up to this.
Cooper: They found the tracker.
Ressler: All you did was desecrate her grave.
Cooper: Elizabeth would’ve wanted us to do this. She would want us to know who’s responsible for her death.
Ressler: You wanna know who’s responsible for killing her? It was Reddington.
[ Door slams❗]

 
[ The hotel suite in Atlantic City ]
[ Door opens ] [ The Chairman enters. A guard motions him, indicating the table. The Chairman sits down and reaches underneath and finds the FBI bug. He drops it on the floors and crushes it ] [ Foot stomps⚡️] [ Grunts ]
The Chairman: Contact Pilken. Tell him we’re done with Abazi, have him de-list Banda Korçë.
Guard: The stockholders won’t be happy.
The Chairman: We have rules. When a company is in legal trouble, they’re sacrificed to protect the market. I want you to clean the place. Collect every flash drive, every file, every Post-it Note. If it so much as mentions the night market, I want it destroyed.
Guard: What about Abazi? Will he talk?
The Chairman: Oh, he’s seen how we deal with informants. He won’t say a word.

 
[ The Post Office ] [ Cooper’s office; Dembe and Park enter ]
Dembe: He won’t talk.
Cooper: Did he lawyer up?
Park: No. He’s terrified of the Chairman. We said we’d protect him. He laughed.
Cooper: What about Felicia?
Dembe: I think she would cooperate if it meant protecting her daughter. But I don’t think she knows anything.
Cooper: So we’re nowhere on connecting Abazi to the night market.

 
[ Ressler’s office ] [ Ressler takes out a bottle of pills ] [ Drawer closes ]
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[ Elevator doors open. Aram gets out. Ressler gets in ]
Aram: Oh, hey. Uh, so I, uh, I’ve been looking into the tracker. And I-I don’t suppose you’re interested in an update.
Ressler: You supposed right.
[ Elevator doors shut ]

 
[ The war room; Cooper and Red look at Aram’s computer screen where an animation of the tracker appears ]
Aram: It is incredibly cool. I mean, uh, well, not the way it was used, of course, but big picture, this thing is insane. It has a power supply and a microprocessor that is only activated to transmit data when it comes into contact with the target’s digestive enzymes. I must say, I’ve, uh, had my fill of analyzing the contents of people’s stomachs of late.
Red: [ Chuckling ] Oh, that’s understandable. Is there a signature of any kind, something to identify where it was made or by whom?
Aram: I don’t know yet. Maybe. I need to keep looking.
Cooper: Then that’s what I want you to do. There can’t be that many people in the world capable of making something this advanced. I’m confident we’ll find him, more confident than I am that we’ll find the Chairman. Abazi won’t talk.
Red: Of course not. But you don’t really need him to.
Cooper: He’s our connection to the Chairman. A connection we can’t make unless he talks.
Red: So just say that he talked. Tell the world that you’ve been investigating the night market and are preparing to shut it down.
Cooper: None of which is true.
Red: Well, what is true, Harold, is that rumor can drive the market. That’s why Banda Korçë‘s stock went up, on the rumor that they’d found the government informant. You want to flush out the Chairman? Spread the rumor that Abazi sang like a canary.
Aram: Which no one can contradict because he’s in custody.
Cooper: You want me to lie through my teeth at a press conference?
Red: I want you to apply situational ethics. Which I find to be immensely enjoyable and ruthlessly effective. And would make for a fantastic board game.

 
[ The hotel suite ] [ Guard enters ]
Guard: We got everything. Notebooks. Tablets. There’s nothing left that can hurt us.
The Chairman: Yeah, it’s me. We need a circuit breaker. Level Three. Yes, now. Before the market drops another 20%. [ Sighs ]
Guard: What’s going on?
The Chairman: That’s what I’m trying to find out.
[ The Chairman scrolls through the news on his cellphone ] [ Beeps🔅]

[ Cooper’s press conference ]
Cooper: Mr. Abazi is wanted in connection with extortion and money laundering. His company also trades on a criminal stock market known as the night market. Mr. Abazi has agreed to cooperate fully.

The Chairman: Call a meeting. All the board members.
Guard: I can’t believe he talked.
The Chairman: Because he didn’t. It’s a trick. I need to make sure nobody else falls for it.

 
[ Cooper enters his office ]
Red: [ On phone ] Chum’s in the water. Our shark won’t be able to resist.
Cooper: I hope you’re right.
Red: Take the win, Harold. You did well. [ Chuckles ]
[ Cell phone clicks shut ✽ ] [ Cell phone buzzes «»«» ] [ Cell phone beeps🔅]
Voice on phone (Distorted): Andrew Kennison.
Cooper: I don’t know who that is.
Voice on phone (Distorted): I need him to go away.
Cooper: “Go away”?
Voice on phone (Distorted): Disappear. New identity. New life.
Cooper: Why?
Voice on phone (Distorted): Because I said so.
[ Cell phone beeps🔅 ]

 
[ Cooper walks down the yellow metal staircase from his office ]
Cooper: [ On phone ] Yes. Lew, I’m glad you got a lead, but the bartender’s friend’s gonna have to wait. He called with a demand. I can’t talk about it now. Just get here as soon as you can.
[ Park walks over ]
Park: Any word from Ressler?
Cooper: No. I reached out to him, but he didn’t answer.
Park: I’m worried about him.
Cooper: He’s upset. Understandable. But he’ll be fine.
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[ Trading on the night market scrolls on the overhead screen ]
Aram: Sir, your bluff worked. Check it out. It is a huge sell-off. The rumor you spread about Abazi telling us about the night market spooked investors. The market was down 20% before trading was halted.
[ All task force members except Ressler gather around ]
Park: Hang on. Can you stop it? Every other stock is down except that one.
Cooper: An interesting anomaly, but I don’t see how one company bucking the market is relevant to our case.
Aram: Maybe not, but that is a company I wish I could invest in.
Dembe: In a way you do. COC stands for Concierge of Crime.
Park: Reddington. It’s his company.

 
[ Cooper’s office ]
Cooper: [ On phone ] You told your investors it was a bluff. That’s why your stock’s going up and everybody else’s is tanking. You traded on insider information.
Red: I didn’t. But not on principle, mind you. I’d do it if it were in my interest, but in this case, it’s not.
Cooper: You didn’t bring us this case to take down the night market. You brought it us to drive up your share price.
Red: Actually, I was aiming for bankruptcy. And all the freedom that that implies.
Cooper: You know what? Between the exhumation and other things I’m dealing with, I don’t have the bandwidth for your nonsense.
Red: Other things? Do tell.
Cooper: Why? You never do.
Red: Harold, the market is teetering, but it will recover, unless you move on the Chairman. Thanks to your bluff, I know how you can do that.
Cooper: How?
Red: He’s called a meeting. I’m on my way to it now.
Cooper: Where?
Red: I’ll tell you, but first, you’ll have to give me time to say my piece and go.
[ Cell phone beeps🔅]

 
[ About 15 investors are gathered with The Chairman, including Red ]
The Chairman: Some of you are new to the market. Others have been listed for years. But this is the first time any of us have met in person. That should give you an idea of how important I feel this meeting is. Now, together, your companies represent 15% of our market cap. What you do matters. You panic, others panic. If you don’t, we can weather any storm.
Investor: Yeah, but can we weather the FBI?
The Chairman: Well, if they have something on us, maybe not. But they don’t. Abazi didn’t talk. Now, the FBI said that he did because they want to scare investors, get them to panic. If they could hurt us, they would, but they can’t. So they started a rumor hoping we’ll hurt ourselves, and that is exactly what we’re doing.
Red: $25 million. I’ll put that in the market by close of business tomorrow, a leadership investment to calm some obviously frayed nerves.
The Chairman: Mr. Reddington. Thank you. See, that’s exactly what we need. Send a signal to the other investors that the FBI is all sizzle, no steak.
Red: I do have one condition.
The Chairman: Which is?
Red: The name of the lead investor in my company.
The Chairman: Well, I’m afraid I can’t do that.
Red: $30 million.
The Chairman: Mr. Reddington, I talked about privacy. We have rules.
Red: Bend them. 35. Give me a number. You must have one.
The Chairman: But I don’t.
Red: You’re willing to risk the market to protect the identity of a single investor?
The Chairman: I designed the market interface to protect against this kind of bribe, or was that a threat? I anticipated the need to keep men like you from hanging me off the side of a building every time they felt cheated by a short sale. So I made sure the identity of each and every investor was shielded, even from me.
Red: Well, I’m sure you all have more to discuss, but I’ve said what I came to say and heard what I care to hear. So please excuse me.
[ Red and Weecha leave ] [ Door opens, closes ]

 
[ On the landing outside Cooper’s office, Lew Sloan sits at a table with a laptop ]
Lew Sloan: Andrew Kennison. Who is he?
Cooper: An MIT grad student. What his connection is to any of this, I have no idea.
Lew: And voicebox wants him disappeared.
Cooper: A new ID. A new life.
Lew: Okay. So that’s what you do.
Cooper: Kidnap a grad student?
Lew: Buy time. Keep voicebox happy until we’ve had a chance to talk to the bartender’s friend. I’ve got a line on her. I know that she headed down south. Maybe she could tell us who put him up to doping you, which would prove your innocence.
[ Cell phone ringing✨]
Cooper: Not a good time.
Red: [ On phone ] Then I’ll be brief. 3726 Sheridan Road. They have backup. So come heavy.
Cooper: [ To Lew ] What can we tell Kennison to convince him to come with me?
Lew: My vote, the truth.
Cooper: I need to speak with my team, give them an assignment. Then I’ll pay Mr. Kennison a visit.

 
The Chairman: So, yes, while a leveraged buyback will increase the debit on your balance sheet, we have a number of offshore–
[ Suddenly, the FBI bursts in ]
— FBI!
— Hands!
— Hands!
— Hands!
[ 💥 Guards fall 💥 ]
[ Indistinct shouting ]
Man: All right, all right.
The Chairman: [ Sighs ] Abazi did talk.
Park: Sang like a bird. And the melody—
[ Handcuffs clicking ✽ ✽ ]
Park: —it was all about you.

 
[ It’s dark. Lights shine from a building at MIT. Andrew Kennison exits ]
Woman: [ Laughs ]
— Yeah.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Cooper gets out of a vehicle ] [ Vehicle door closes ]
Cooper: [ Showing badge ] Andrew Kennison? Harold Cooper, FBI.
Kennison: Whoa. What’s this about?
Cooper: We have reason to believe your life is in danger. An agent with the Bureau has been compromised. He’s being blackmailed, and for some reason, the blackmailer wants him to abduct you.
Kennison: That’s insane. Why?
Cooper: I was hoping you could tell me.
Kennison: I have no idea what you’re talking about. It this some kind of joke?
Cooper: I can assure you, this is deadly serious. I’ve contacted the Marshal Service. They’re prepared to move you somewhere safe until the danger’s passed.
Kennison: Move– Move me? Move me where?
Cooper: I’ll explain it all in the car.

 
[ An interrogation room ] [ Dembe pushes the list of company codes toward The Chairman ]
Dembe: The codes. How do you decrypt them?
The Chairman: We have rules. I don’t break them.
Dembe: Name the companies that trade on the night market and you can help yourself. Perhaps save yourself.
The Chairman: I’m here because you lied. Now you want me to break my word? And you’re the good guys?
Dembe: You created a market that channeled billions into criminal enterprises.
The Chairman: Enron. Tyco. AIG. Freddie Mac. Who channeled billions to them? Have you arrested anyone on Wall Street who financed their crimes? Hey, how about credit default swaps? Sub-prime lending. In 2008, those markets crashed the world economy, wiped out over $10 trillion worth of wealth, cost 8 million people their jobs. Did you arrest anyone for that? Oh, yeah. One guy. [ Clicks tongue ] One. I may lose my freedom. But if it’s all the same to you–
[ Chair scrapes ] [ Sniffles ]
The Chairman: –I’ll keep my integrity.

 
[ Red’s camper ] [ Two raw eggs are suspended in water in a glass on the table ]
Red: Harold, come in. Have a seat. Can I get you anything?
Cooper: No, I’m fine.
Red: After Elizabeth died, I– [ Sighs ] –let things go. Lot of things. People, businesses, trade routes, landing rights. Streams of income. When I came back, I was – illiquid. So I incorporated and sold stock on the night market and got what I needed. And something I didn’t. Greenmail. A hostile takeover. By whom, I don’t know. But someone courted my shareholders in secret and bought a controlling interest in my – uh, Company.
Cooper: That’s why you wanted to drive down the share price. To force them out.
Red: Yes. But they refused to sell. Whoever it is has a stranglehold on me and they won’t let go.
Cooper: That’s what you wanted from the Chairman – A name.
Red: [ Sighs ] The tracking device. Where are we on it?
Cooper: According to Aram, there’s nothing in DARPA’s files or the NSF. He’s still looking, but we haven’t traced it to anyone yet. ⋘⋙ You think they’re connected.
Red: Maybe. Or had someone give it to her.
Cooper: [ Referring to the eggs ] Does it work? To calm you down. And if so, can you teach me how to do it?
[ Red slides the glass with the eggs over to Cooper ]
Red: The “other things” you’re dealing with.
Cooper: [ Pause ] I’m down a path. It’s dark and taking me to places I don’t want to go. I wanna turn back, but I don’t know how.
Red: I was born to a dark path. It’s the only path I know. I’ve learned how to recognize light when I see it. To stop and stare. I reach for it. In the hope that it’ll – Shed its light on me. And every once in a while, I’m able to bask in its warmth for a moment before – moving on in the dark. ⋘⋙ That’s my life.
[ Red reaches across the table and pulls the glass back ]
Red: [ Sighs ] Don’t make it yours. Go home to your wife and kid.
[ Red forces a smile ]
[ Cooper leaves ]

 
[ It’s dark. Ressler is at the cemetery, sitting across from Liz’s grave ] [ Park walks up ]
Park: [ Sighs ] Hey.
Ressler: Hey.
Park: You okay?
Ressler: I’m told they’re bringing her back.
Park: Are you okay?
Ressler: I didn’t fall off the wagon, if that’s what you’re asking. I thought about it. These last few weeks, I felt so good. But this – I’m not gonna lie. This was a real gut punch.
Park: Of course it was. But you need to find a way to take life’s punches without slipping. And we’re here to help you do that.
Ressler: We?
Park: I was worried. I didn’t know where you’d gone, so I told them.
[ Dembe and Aram step out from the dark ]
Ressler: Told them what?
Park: Everything. Back to the pee test. I get it if you’re mad, but they care for you and wanna help.
Aram: It’s all good. None of us are perfect.
Ressler: [ Sniffles ] Look, I appreciate what you’re doing, but we’re not in the same boat.
Aram: Okay, I walked away from a multimillion-dollar start-up, after blowing my life savings and the life savings of one of my closest friend’s parents.
Park: I lied to my husband about being a field agent.
Dembe: You also lied about being a paid assassin.
Park: He offered blind loyalty to the most wanted fugitive in the world.
Ressler: I wake up in strange rooms. Naked. Covered in vomit.
Aram: You’re right. That’s a – That’s a different boat.
Ressler: It’s a different ocean.
Park: Which is why we’re here. You can’t slay demons alone. None of us can.
[ Ressler hands his bottle of pills to Park ]
Aram: Look, if you don’t want to do this for us, then let us do it for her.
[ The hearse bearing Liz’s remains pulls in ]
[ Brakes squeal⚡️ ] [ Engine rumbling ] [ Engine shuts off ]
Aram: It’s what she’d expect us to do.
[ Vehicle doors open ] [ Vehicle doors close ]

 
[ Cooper has just arrived home ]
Cooper: Look who I found.
Agnes: Meems!
Cooper: [ Chuckles ]
Agnes: Where was she?
Cooper: In Pinky’s car. You left her there after the opera.
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[ Cooper and Agnes sit at the table ]
Cooper: You know you can ask me anything – About your mom, your grandparents. Whatever questions you have, I’ll tell you what I know.
Agnes: Okay.
Cooper: About Mimi, too.
Agnes: Mimi?
Cooper: She’s a very special bunny. You see this scar? [ The scorch marks ] She got it after your grandfather hid a flash drive inside of her that contained a very important secret.
Agnes: What kind of secret?
Cooper: A secret that changed the course of world history. The entire world is the way it is because of a secret hidden inside that bunny.
Agnes: By my grandfather?
Cooper: Yes. Raymond Reddington.
Agnes: That’s Pinky’s name.
Cooper: Yes, well, it’s a long story.
Agnes: But it’s my story.
Cooper: Yes, I guess it is.
Agnes: Tell it.
[ Frankie Miller’s ♫ “After All (I Live My Life)” plays ]
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Cooper: Once upon a time, a woman named Katarina met a man named Raymond. One was Russian, one was American.
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[ At the cemetery, Red sits in a darkened car watching as Park, Aram, Dembe and Ressler carry Liz’s casket to her grave ]
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Cooper: And they spied for their countries and on each other, and they didn’t agree on anything except that they loved their daughter–

♪ But I’m not the simple-minded boy ♪

Cooper: –your mother–

♪ I used to be ♪

Cooper: –more than life itself.
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[ In the car, Red watches, inhales, then exhales shakily ]

♪ No, I’ve learned to picture life ♪

Cooper: They weren’t alone in that, by the way.

♪ In its reality ♪

Cooper: A lot of people loved your mother.
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[ Liz’s friends turn to face her grave, arms around each others’ shoulders ]

♪ And I found after all the searching
Life was only how you take it
After all the searching for a new game to play
I live my life away ♪

 
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♫ After All (I Live My Life) [2011 Remaster]
By Frankie Miller

♪ Always think about the days gone by
When my childhood eyes saw only hills & sky
But I’m not the simple minded boy I used to be
No I learned to picture life in it’s reality

♪ I found after all the searching life was only what I made it
After all the searching for new games to play
I found after all the searching life was only what I made it
After all the searching for a new game to play

♪ I live my life away

♪ Saw a dragon shake cathedral walls
While a steeple bell rang out in anguish calls
And I turned my eyes to see a bird fly over head
And I dreamt it’s wings of freedom could be mine instead

♪ I found after all the dreaming life was only what I made it
After all the dreaming for new games to play
I found after all the dreaming life was only what I made it
After all the dreaming of new games to play

♪ I drink my life away

♪ Even after all the searching life was only what I made it
After all the searching for a new game to play
After all the searching life was only how you take it
After all the searching for a new game to play

♪ I live my life away
Live it all
Live it all
Live that life away

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By Alabama 3

⋙ Red’s musing “I was born to a dark path” reminded me of this song:

♪ You woke up this morning
Got yourself a gun,
Mama always said you’d be
The Chosen One.

♪ She said: You’re one in a million
You’ve got to burn to shine,
But you were born under a bad sign,
With a blue moon in your eyes.

♪ You woke up this morning
All the love has gone,
Your Papa never told you
About right and wrong.

♪ But you’re looking good, baby,
I believe you’re feeling fine, (shame about it)
Born under a bad sign
With a blue moon in your eyes.

♪ So sing it now
Woke up this morning
Got a blue moon
Got a blue moon in your eyes, yeah
Woke up this morning

♪ You woke up this morning
The world turned upside down (lord above)
Thing’s ain’t been the same
Since the Blues walked into town.

♪ But you’re one in a million
You’ve got that shotgun shine (shame about it)
Born under a bad sign,
With a blue moon in your eyes.

♪ When you woke up this morning,
You got yourself a gun.
You got yourself a gun.
You got yourself a gun.

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