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NBCās series The Blacklist starring James Spader and Megan Boone
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Program air date: 4/8/2022 in the US (7pm Central/Chicago Time)
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Last updated: 4/9/2022 at 8:40pm CT [ Central/Chicago time ]
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Directed by: Mahesh Pailoor
Written by: Lukas Reiter
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SERIES STARS:
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Raymond āRedā Reddington ā James Spader
Donald Ressler ā Diego Klattenhoff
Harold Cooper ā Harry Lennix
Aram Mojtabai ā Amir Arison
Alina Park ā Laura Sohn
Dembe Zuma ā Hisham Tawfiq
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GUEST STARS:
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Diane Newton ā Jill Abromovitz
Marshal Rupert Gwynnā Jimmy Ray Bennett
Morgan ā Genson Blimline
Tyson Lacroix ā Teagle Bougere
Andrew Kennison ā Joe Carroll
Marcus Hayes ā Arash DeMaxi
Marshal One ā Dan Fenaughty
Chuck ā Jonathan Holtzman
Cynthia Panabaker ā Deirdre Lovejoy
Lew Sloan ā Danny Mastrogiorgio
Officer Ted Morrison ā Mike Menendez
Marshal Two ā Kendrick Mitchell
Reginald Cole ā Ross Partridge
Weecha Xiu ā Diany Rodriguez
Marvin Gerard ā Fisher Stevens
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š“ Script 9:15 Andrew Kennison (ā 185)
Brief (Where weāre at):
The plot thickens. Red was able to find out the name of the person who developed the tracking device that Liz ingested. (The tracker was used by Vandyke to follow Liz to the restaurant where he shot her.) The device was created by an MIT graduate student named Andrew Kennison who had developed it to monitor patients who, like his wife, were inconsistent about taking their meds. Red learned that Kennison developed the device hoping to have it tested at a Boston hospital, but the plan for a clinical trial had fallen through. The problem is: Andrew Kennison is the name of the young MIT grad student Cooper placed protective custody in response to a demand by āVoiceboxā ā the mysterious person who is blackmailing him and who he knows only as a distorted voice on the phone. āVoiceboxā is threatening to frame Cooper for the murders of two people, including Doug Foster, the man with whom Cooperās wife Charlene had an affair years ago, unless Cooper does what he says. His first āAskā was to make Kennison ādisappearā ~ Cooper has no idea why, but his friend Lew Sloan suggested complying with the demand while he worked on untangling the voice distortion. So Red is searching for a man who Cooper has under protective custody.
Unresolved from earlier episodes:
1) Redās business is under attack. Illiquid after his two-year hiatus following Liz Keenās murder, Red had incorporated on an underground stock exchange called the night market. Someone organized a group of investors to attempt a hostile takeover ā and Red canāt figure out who.
2) In an effort to be more open with her husband Peter about the nature of her work, Park appeared ready to divulge that it has to do with Raymond Reddington. This is of course very tightly-held classified information.
3) Ressler has reached a two-month milestone in his treatment for drug addiction and the task force celebrated with him, but he remains somewhat paranoid and uncharacteristically emotional. Cooper still doesnāt know Ressler cheated on his drug test to get reinstated into the FBI.
4) What was in the box Red gave to Dembe?
5) What did the letter from Katarina to Liz say about Redās true identity?
6) And what happened in Brasilia, anyway?
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[ A dorm at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT) in Cambridge MA ]
[ A grad student named Marcus Hayes is listening to loud hip hop music on headphones, nodding with the music, so he doesnāt hear Red and Weecha enter ]
[ Relayeās ā« āToo Simpleā plays ]
[ āŗ Full lyrics not available ] [ āŖ Tap square below to play āŖ ]
āŖ Yeah, ey āŖ
āŖ What it is, too simple āŖ
āŖ Too simple āŖ
āŖ Itās not hard āŖ
āŖ Not hard āŖ
āŖ No sweat, yeah, itās really no prob āŖ
āŖ No prob āŖ
āŖ Got drip, got juice, got sauce āŖ
āŖ Got sauce āŖ
āŖ Aināt nothinā to thisā on God āŖ
āŖ Yeah āŖ
āŖ Too simple āŖ
āŖ Too simple āŖ
āŖ Itās not hard āŖ
āŖ Not hard āŖ
āŖ Finna snap on them like a Nikon āŖ
āŖ Nikon āŖ
āŖ Bada-bing, bada-boom, light work when I move āŖ
āŖ Aināt nothinā to thisā on God āŖ
āŖ On Godā
Weecha: You sure this is his place?
Red: According to his student record, this is it.
Weecha: Then who is that?
Red: Iām guessing his roommate. Iāll go say hello. You check the bedrooms.
āŖ Itās all on me here, ya money no good āŖ
āŖ Everything flawless, doinā so good āŖ
āŖ Chillinā in the penthouse āŖ
[ Red taps Marcus on the shoulder with his gun ]
Marcus: Whoa! What theā
Red: [ Chuckling ] Iām sorry to startle. Weāre looking for Andrew Kennison.
Marcus: Who the hell are you? How did you get in here?
Red: Shh. I should clarify. Iām not taking questions.
[ Weecha returns, shaking her head ]
Red: [ To Weecha ] Thatās unfortunate. [ To Marcus ] Whatās your name?
Marcus: Marcus.
Red: Marcus. Relax. Our business is with Andrew.
Marcus: Andrewās not here.
Red: Youāre his roommate?
Marcus: Yes. Weāre in the same graduate program.
Red: Ah. Then you must be a smart young fellow, Marcus. Smart enough to tell us where Andrew is now.
Marcus: But I donāt know.
Red: When do you expect him back?
Marcus: I donāt know that either. Andrewās missing.
Red: Missing?
Marcus: Itās been a few weeks. He left to go to the library at 5:00 p.m.to study. We had a Phys-Chem final the next day. He never came home. Nobody knows where he is.
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[ Cooper talks to Andrew Kennison who is in a safe house ]
Cooper: Andrew, please try to understand.
Andrew Kennison: How can I understand when you havenāt given me any information?
Cooper: Iāve told you what I can.
Andrew: Youāve told me nothing. That my life is in danger? What does that even mean? I mean, if someoneās threatening me, I-I deserve to knowā
Cooper: And Iāve tried to explain. I canāt tell you more without compromising a federal investigation. Mr. Kennison, I came when the Marshals called because I know youāre upset.
Andrew: I didnāt get to say goodbye to anyone. My wife suffers from mental illness. Sheās in a facility in Bethesda. Iām finishing my graduate degree. Iām missing classes and exams.
Cooper: Iām aware, and Iām sorry, but keeping you safe is the Bureauās primary concern.
Andrew: How long? How long do I have to stay here?
Cooper: I donāt know. Weāre still investigating. My hope is that we can have a quick breakthrough, get you home very soon.
Andrew: Itās not good enough. Iām not under arrest. What if I want a lawyer? What if I just leave?
Cooper: We wonāt stop you. But then again, we wonāt be able to protect you. Iām asking you for more time. Believe me, I donāt want you to be here for one second longer than is absolutely necessary.
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[ Cooperās kitchen ] [ Cooperās friend Lew Sloan is visiting ]
Lew Sloan: Howād it go with Kennison?
Cooper: Not well. Heās threatening to leave protective custody.
Lew: And you think heāll do it?
Cooper: Heās understandably upset. I bought us some time, but if I donāt tell him something soon, heās gonna walk. Our conversation was consumed by confusion, anger, fear.
Lew: His or yours?
Cooper: Both. This whole thing makes me sick to my stomach. So, please tell me you found something.
Lew: You tell me. Our working theory is that whoever is blackmailing you is a New York City detective, but thatās about 5200 suspects to start with. But of those, about 2600 are white males, which is how the bartender described him.
Cooper: How many were working the night Doug Koster was killed?
Lew: 1400, which leaves about 1200 names on that list. Now, itās a lot, but odds are, one of the names on that list is behind this.
Cooper: Iāll take a look. Maybe Iāll recognize one. But if thereās an NYPD detective willing to frame me for murder, I have no idea why.
Lew: [ Grunts ]
[ Cell phone ringsāØ]
Cooper: I got Weechaās text. She said you have a case.
Red: I do.
Cooper: Fine. Tell me where and Iāll come meet you.
Red: Not this time, Harold. Assemble the troops. Iāll come to you.
Cooper: Does that mean you found something?
[ Click ā½, dial tone ~~~~~ ]
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[ The Post Office war room ]
Red: You all know weāve been tracing the origins of this device we recovered from Elizabeth.
Cooper: Have you figured out who made the tracking device?
Red: I have. But itās not just a tracking device. Thatās one of its features, but it was designed to help people, not to stalk them.
Ressler: Who exactly was that thing supposed to help?
Red: Patients. In this particular case, those with certain severe psychiatric disorders. Itās both a delivery and monitoring system. Its capsule is loaded with medication, and as Aram previously discussed, when it makes contact with the patientās stomach acid, it sends a wireless signal confirming compliance and the location of the patient.
Aram: To whom?
Red: Doctors. Loved ones. Some patients have trouble remembering if theyāve taken their medication, or even where they are or where they might be going.
Park: If weāre talking about the most severe disorders, skipping meds can cause serious problems.
Red: It can. And in this case, it did. Aram, Weecha sent you a profile.
Aram: Oh. Sent me an e-mail.
[ Keyboard clacks ] [ A photo and newspaper article about Andrew Kennison are displayed ]
Red: The designerās name is Andrew Kennison.
[ Cooper stares, has flashbacks to his meeting with Kennison ]
Red: Several years ago, his young wife, over the course of multiple days, failed to take doses of the powerful anti-psychotic medications that her doctors had prescribed. The result was horrific and tragic. She took the lives of her sister and her mother when they came to stay for a holiday visit.
Aram: Oh, my God.
Red: Afterward, Andrew Kennison went back to school, a graduate program at MIT. He designed this, hoping that it might prevent what happened to his wife and family from ever happening again.
Ressler: So, it wasnāt him? I mean, he designed the device, but it sounds like he has no connection to Liz.
Red: I donāt know, Donald, because I canāt ask him.
Aram: Why not? We can just go get him. You said heās at MIT.
Red: Heās missing.
Ressler: Since when?
Red: A few weeks. He left the school library and hasnāt been seen since.
Aram: Thatās probably not a coincidence.
Red: I agree. Which is why Andrew Kennison is the next name on the Blacklist.
Ressler: Thereās a chance heās dead.
Red: A good one, even. At this point, all we know is that someone took him, someone who didnāt want him found, and we need to know why.
Aram: So, where do we start?
Red: His roommate reported him missing to the Campus Police. Theyāve been investigating ever since. Iād start there.
[ Cooper is immersed in thought ]
Red: Harold?
Cooper: What?
Red: You okay with that?
Cooper: Yeah. I mean, yes, of course. Agent Ressler, Agent Zuma, head on up to Boston right away.
[ All leave except for Red and Cooper ]
Red: Harold. I want you to know, I realize how difficult all this must be for you.
Cooper: You do?
Red: Of course. I know how much you loved Elizabeth, how hard itās been to move forward. When I came back, I knew what it meant to go down this road. I knew what searching for the truth might do to me. But I was so focused on my own need, I didnāt think enough about what it might do to you.
Cooper: Youāre apologizing? To me?
Red: Commiserating, really. We all want the same thing. Closure. Accountability. And Iām confident that we will find whoever did this, and when we do, they will be the one who is sorry.
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[ Ressler and Dembe arrive at the MIT Campus Police Headquarters ]
Ted Morrison: Agents Ressler and Zuma? Ted Morrison. Iām the officer assigned to the Kennison case.
Dembe: Thank you for meeting with us.
Morrison: Are you kidding? Iāve been trying to get ahold of someone at the Bureau for a while. Thank you for sharing information.
Ressler: Iām not sure we follow. Weāre not here to, uh, share information with you. We were hoping you could update us on your investigation.
Morrison: Update you? Okay. W-Whatās going on? Is this some kind of joke?
Ressler: Hey, man, nobodyās joking. Weāre here to help.
Morrison: Okay. Well, these are surveillance images from outside the campus library. Andrew Kennison finished studying at 10:00 p.m. When he exited the building, he was confronted by an unknown man. They spoke for a few minutes, and then they both got into that sedan and left.
[ Dembe looks at the photo which shows Kennison talking to a man whose back is turned to the camera ]
Dembe: You run the plates on the sedan?
Morrison: The first day. And guess what? Itās a federal vehicle. Registered to the U.S. Marshals Service. Iāve been calling them and the FBI for weeks to ask what Iām dealing with.
Ressler: No oneās gotten back to you. Bureaucracy at its finest.
Morrison: Yeah, well, now that youāre here, Iām thinking the right hand doesnāt know what the left hand is doing.
[ Ressler looks at the photo ]
Ressler: Who the hell is that?
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[ Cooper is in his office talking on the phone to his friend Lew Sloan, who is driving ]
Cooper: Youāre not hearing me. Iām saying itās connected. Itās all connected.
Lew: I hear you. Iām just trying to understand.
Cooper: Whoever killed Doug Koster, whoeverās blackmailing me, also wanted Andrew Kennison to disappear. Why? Because Kennison created the device that we found in Elizabeth Keen. He must have information on whoās responsible for her death, details the killer didnāt want us to learn.
Lew: Slow down.
Cooper: I didnāt see it. Whoever targeted me also targeted Elizabeth Keen. And I helped him. I disappeared the witness who could help us find the person or people who orchestrated her death.
Lew: Harold, take a breath. Listen to me. If you tell the truth now, there is a good chance that both of us are going to prison. Harold? Harold. Harold!
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[ Ressler and Dembe visit Marshal Rupert Gwynn of the US Marshals Service ]
Marshal Gwynn: Iām sorry. What exactly is the question?
Dembe: The vehicle. Itās registered to the Marshals Service.
Marshal Gwynn: Yeah, itās one of ours. Is there a problem?
Ressler: The problem is, weāre with a specialized Bureau Task Force and weāre looking for a man by the name of Andrew Kennison, and according to these photos, he was last seen getting into a Marshals Service vehicle on the night he disappeared.
Marshal Gwynn: Yeah, of course.
Dembe: Of course? Does that mean heās in custody?
Ressler: Because we checked. He has no criminal record. Heās not a fugitive.
Marshal Gwynn: Fellas, Iām not sure whatās happening. Andrew Kennison is in our custody because the Bureau requested it. Heās not a suspect, heās a potential victim.
Ressler: Are you saying that heās in the Witness Protection Program?
Marshal Gwynn: Yeah, because his life is in danger.
Dembe: What makes you think that?
Marshal Gwynn: Well, we didnāt make the assessment. The Bureau did. And weāre not in the business of second-guessing an Assistant Director of the FBI.
Ressler: [ Pause ] Youāre gonna have to repeat that.
Marshal Gwynn: You should talk to Harold Cooper. He arranged for WITSEC protection.
Dembe: Thatās not possible.
Marshal Gwynn: Thatās a fact. He supervised the transport. Hell, he met with Kennison yesterday in one of our safe houses.
[ Dembe and Ressler exchange looks ]
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[ A room with blinds at the Post Office ]
Aram: Youāre sayingā Wait. What exactly are you saying?
Ressler: Kennisonās in Witness Protection because Cooper ordered it. Thatās him in the photo.
Park: I donāt understand. Why would he do that?
Dembe: For the same reason you put anyone in the program, you donāt want them to be found.
Park: Found by us?
Dembe: Yes. And Raymond.
Aram: You canāt be serious. This isnāt happening.
Dembe: Itās hard to believe, but I donāt see any way around the facts.
Ressler: Look, letās just go back to the beginning. What do we know? One, we think that someone orchestrated Keenās death, someone who knew that Vandyke would kill her and used him as a way to get the job done without exposing himself.
Park: Or herself.
Ressler: Two, we think that Kennison may have information that could lead us to the real killer, and now weāve learned that Cooper made sure that Kennison disappeared.
Aram: [ Incredulously ] Because he didnāt want us to find out who killed Liz?
Park: Aram, hey, we need to take emotion out of the equation.
Aram: I cannot do this.
Park: We canāt ignore the truth. Cooper knew where Kennison was, and yet he stood there and said nothing while Reddington put his name on the Blacklist.
Ressler: He sent us to Boston to investigate. I mean, he intentionally hid the truth from us.
Aram: But there has to be an explanation. I mean, look at the timing. He put Kennison in the program long before Mr. Reddington knew who to look for.
Dembe: He did it after we found the device, because he knew once we did, weād go looking.
Aram: So, what? What, Mr. Cooper wanted Liz dead? [ Angrily ] Say it. Be clear about what you are suggesting. Mr. Cooper was working with whoever killed Liz, and now he is protecting whoever did it by lying to our faces?!
Ressler: Aram, weāre just looking at the facts here.
Park: My question is, what do we do? Go to Reddington? I mean, if Cooper really is involved, who do we tell? Panabaker?
Dembe: We could work the case ourselves, try to confirm if itās true.
Aram: You mean set a trap. For Mr. Cooper. No. I am not doing it! We are not doing it! There has to be an explanation, and I am going to go up there and ask him what it is.
Park: If he knows weāre onto him, itās gonna be a lot harder to find the truth.
Aram: I donāt care! I am not targeting Mr. Cooper behind his backā¼ļø
Ressler: You know what? Aram is right. We all love the guy, and God knows he deserves every benefit of the doubt.
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[ Cooper is in his office, talking with Red ]
Cooper: I should have told you. Iām not entirely sure why I didnāt. Iāve obstructed justice, tampered with physical evidence, lied to the policeā
Red: Those may be the least of your concerns, Harold.
Cooper: Itās no defense, but I want you to know, when I decided to put Kennison into Witness Protection, I had no idea he had any connection to Elizabethās death.
Red: You run the Reddington Task Force, and it never occurred to you that perhaps you were being targeted because of your connection to me?
Cooper: Not at first. In the beginning, I didnāt know I was being targeted at all. Doug Koster, my wifeās ex-lover, was dead. I had no memory of what happened that night. For a time, I honestly believed it was possible that Iād killed him.
Red: And you didnāt think I could help with that?
Cooper: I was frozen. I could barely admit the truth to myself.
Red: But it wasnāt the truth, Harold. The minute you realized you were being blackmailed, I shouldāve been your first call.
Cooper: It wasnāt that simple. By then, Iād gotten Charlene involved. She lied to the assigned detective, and my good friend, Lew Sloan, had risked everything by altering my service weapon.
Red: Weāre done here. I told you the day I agreed to come back that whoever killed Elizabeth would be held accountable.
Cooper: And I want that, too.
Red: Then tell me where Kennison is. Where can I find him?
Cooper: Heās at a safe house being guarded by Federal Marshals.
Red: Where?
Cooper: I wonāt tell you that. Iāll have the Marshals bring him in. Weāll question him here.
Red: My sources run deep, Harold. With or without you, Iāll have his location by the end of the day.
Cooper: I wonāt help you hurt him.
Red: [ Chuckles ] Whether I hurt him or not has nothing to do with your help. And Iām sorry to say, Harold, youāre the one who needs help right now.
[ Red leaves ] [ Aram has been outside ]
Aram: It was you.
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[ The war room. The task force is gathered ]
Cooper: I understand. Thereās no defense. I should have trusted you all, told you everything the day I woke up in my car and realized Doug Koster was dead.
Ressler: So, this whole time, youāve been investigating who killed him on your own?
Cooper: Not just Doug Koster, but the bartender who spiked my drink that night. I wasnāt entirely alone. Lew Sloanās been with me.
Aram: Iām still trying to understand. Someone framed you for Doug Kosterās murder?
Cooper: Yes. And it could have worked. I woke up in my car with no alibi for that night.
Park: And your gun was a match for the bullet that killed him. So, whoever had you drÕ½gged must have used it to kill Koster while you were out.
Cooper: Knowing the police would find it, and they would have, if Lew Sloan hadnāt altered the barrel.
Dembe: Why would somebody do this?
Cooper: At first, I thought it was just to get me, but now we know it was more. Whoeverās blackmailing me is also connected to Elizabethās murder. I think the original plan was to frame me as a way to hurt Reddington by damaging one of his most powerful weapons, this task force.
Ressler: So, whoeverās behind this, they know we exist. And when framing me didnāt work, the plan changed to blackmail. To leverage me as a way to stay one step ahead of Reddington.
Park: By using you to do things like hide Andrew Kennison.
Aram: So Mr. Reddingtonās right. Vandyke pulled the trigger that killed Liz, but someone else was behind it.
Cooper: So, what now? I face the consequences of my actions. Iāve called Panabaker. Sheās on her way. Iāve had some low moments these last few months. Maybe the worst was asking Charlene to lie. The idea that Iāve involved her in this is almost more than I can bear. But lying to you all ā Whatever happens to me now, I
deserve it.
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[ Redās camper in the woods ] [ Red is getting ready, tying his shoes, while Weecha watches ]
Weecha: How do you feel?
Red: How do I feel? I feel a sense of inevitability. That it doesnāt matter what I want or do. The world is what it is.
[ Red picks up his gun from the bed ] [ Gun cocks ā½ ] [ He puts the gun is its holster ]
Red: The loss is permanent. Elizabeth will always be dead. What do I feel? Iām concerned that I wonāt be able to contain myself, that I still havenāt seen the worst of who I am.
Weecha: No, I donāt think you have.
[ Door opens ] [ They head out ]
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[ The safe house where Andrew Kennison is being guarded by several marshals ]
[ Door opens ] [ A sack arrives with take-out ]
Andrew: Iām just saying, when do I get to choose?
Marshal: Never.
Andrew: Never? You guys are guarding me. How is that fair?
Marshal #2: Governmentās paying, so we choose the restaurant.
[ A pin on a flash grenade is pulled ] [ Clinking ]
[ ā”ļøGlass shattersā”ļø ] [ The skylight breaks ] [ Grenades goes off šØš„šØš„šØš„šØ ]
[ Redās men enter wearing gas masks and subdue the marshals at gunpoint ]
[ Marshals shouting indistinctly ]
[ Weecha enters and pulls Andrew Kennison to his feet ]
[ Gun cocks ā½ ]
Andrew: Let go of me! What are youā [ Grunting ] What is happening?
[ Redās face appears through the smoke ]
Andrew: Who are you? What theā
[ Red points his gun at Andrewās forehead ] [ Gun cocks ā½ ]
Weecha: Remember why we are here.
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[ Cooperās office ]
Cooper: I think thatās just about everything, Cynthia.
Cynthia Panabaker: You think? You knew your weapon had been fired, and because you ran your own ballistics test, thanks to your buddy, you knew it was a match for the Koster murder?
Cooper: Yes.
Panabaker: You lied to the assigned detective. You actively concealed the match by altering the gun.
Cooper: No. No, it was my friend who did that.
Panabaker: Uh-huh. Did you turn him in?
Cooper: No, but heās aware that you and I are talking, and so is Charlene. I convinced her to provide me with an alibi. Asking her to lie for me is my greatest regret.
Panabaker: What about the bartender? You went to his home, you found him murdered, but you never called the police or told them what you knew?
Cooper: Thatās correct.
Panabaker: And Kennison? Whereās he now?
Cooper: The Marshals have him. You should know Reddingtonās looking for him. I assume that whoever is blackmailing me was also behind Agent Keenās death. They must want Kennison gone because he knows something. We should bring him in, question himā
Park: We wonāt be doing anything of the sort, Harold. You went too far. I can sell looking the other way when Reddington crosses the line. Hell, we let Dembe Zuma join the Bureau. There is a lot of stretch where this Task Force is concerned, but you? Obstruction, tampering, corruption, kidnapping, or at the very least unlawful imprisonment.
[ Telephone rings āļø ]
Cooper: Excuse me, Cynthia. This is Cooper. āā When? āā I told you there was a credible threat. Were any of the Marshals hurt? I see. Thanks for letting me know. My people will get right on it. [ To Panabaker ] That was the Marshals Service. Andrew Kennison was taken from the safe house.
Panabaker: By Reddington?
Cooper: Who else?
Panabaker: Geez Louise. So much for Witness Protection.
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[ Redās plane. He sits facing Andrew Kennison ]
Red: Do you know who I am?
Andrew: No, I donāt.
Red: My name is Raymond Reddington. Iām a criminal and a fugitive. Iām wanted in every country on Earth and at the top of the FBIās Most Wanted List. Iām armed, and Iām dangerous, and the most important person in the world to me is dead because of you. Because of your little device.
[ Red holds up the tracking device ]
Red: Do you recognize it?
[ Andrew nods slightly ]
Red: Mm. It was recovered from a former FBI agent named Elizabeth Keen.
Andrew: I donāt know who that is.
Red: Perhaps not, but you do know something. Someone wanted you hidden so that I wouldnāt discover what that is. You designed this?
Andrew: Yes. I-Itās a medication monitor and trackingā
Red: Iām past what it is and what it does. It clearly wasnāt made in a manufacturing plant.
Andrew: No, itās a prototype. My wife suffers from mental illness. I designed it for people like her.
Red: You gave it to someone. Someone who used it to track and murder Elizabeth Keen.
Andrew: Murder? [ Stammers ]
Red: Tell me who.
Andrew: Youā Youāve got it wrong. I gave that to a cop.
Red: A police officer?
Andrew: Yeah. I met him at a business forum. You know, where people who are trying to start companies set up booths to discuss their concepts. I was trying to find investors.
Red: You were supposed to run a trial in a psychiatric clinic.
Andrew: It got canceled. And I was getting desperate. And then this guy shows up, introduces himself as a detective from New York City. He says that he thinks that my idea has potential, but not for medical reasons ā As a tracking device. He says the NYPD might be interested in trying it out for a few investigations.
Red: Did he show you identification?
Andrew: Yeah. He had a badge and everything. Reggie Cole. D-Detective Reginald Cole. I thought, hey, itās not what I want, but if the cops support my company, thatās something.
Red: So, you gave this to him?
Andrew: That was a few years ago, and then I didnāt hear from him, so I just figured the top brass didnāt bite. Thatās the Godās honest truth.
Red: If it is, youāll be in class by this time tomorrow. If itās not ā You wonāt.
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[ The Post Office war room ]
Aram: Guys, I, uhā I think I have got something. I mean, I am, uh, pretty sure Iāve got something, unless I donāt, but, uh, I do. Okay, so, ultimately, the best way we can help Mr. Cooper now is to find whoever targeted him.
Ressler: Yeah, but it doesnāt change the crimes that he committed himself. But, yeah, thatās the idea.
Aram: Okay, so, check this out. Mr. Cooper recorded his last conversation with the blackmailer and sent it to me, and I have been listening nonstop.
Dembe: I thought the voice was altered.
Aram: It was, but I listened anyway, you know, for something weird about word choice or maybe the sound of a train or something in the background.
Ressler: So you heard something?
Aram: No. Nothing. But listening over and over again did give me another idea. A voice modification program is just modifying a voice. It is an algorithm that changes key variables like pitch, tone, speed, distortion.
Ressler: Okay, I actually understood that.
Aram: So I am thinking, why canāt I just invert those changes? I mean, if you knew what changes were made, you could just reverse them and get back to the original voice.
Park: But you canāt know the changes that were made.
Aram: You mean I canāt know for sure. Fortunately, this isnāt my first rodeo. Iāve, umā Iāve never actually been to a rodeo, so I ever go, it, uh, will be my, uh, first rodeo, but, fortunately, this isnāt my first time examining Fourier series and transforms.
Ressler: And Iām lost.
[ Keyboard clacks ]
Aram: Okay. The point is, I canāt know what modifications were made, but I can make a series of educated guesses, and I know the best software out there and how I would sweeten the mix. Here. Listen.
[ Computer chirps ]
Male Voice 1: Andrew Kennison. Well, I need him to go away.
Male Voice 2: Andrew Kennison. Well, I need him to go away.
Male Voice 3: Andrew Kennison. Well, I need him to go away.
Aram: Okay, so I have six different versions. I canāt know if any of them are right, but I did reverse the process a little differently on each.
Park: So, one of these recordings is the blackmailerās actual voice, but which one?
Ressler: Cooper thinks the blackmailerās a detective from New York. We could send all six to the Chief of Detectives. Maybe one sounds familiar.
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[ Footsteps approach ] [ Itās Panabaker and Cooper ]
Cynthia Panabaker: Agent Ressler. Please place Director Cooper under arrest. I understand he intends to make a full statement.
Ressler: Not a chance.
Cooper: Itās okay, Donald.
Ressler: The hell it is. I mean, how many times has Main Justice looked the other way for Reddington or even Keen? No, this is your turn.
Panabaker: That is not up for discussion. I will do my best to argue for leniency. I hope you believe that.
Aram: What if we walk? There is no Task Force without Mr. Cooper.
Cooper: That would be a mistake. Thereās still important work to do. I want justice ā For what was done to me, and, more importantly, for Elizabeth. The four of you are the best chance weāve got to get it.
[ Silence ]
[ Ressler steps forward to address Cooper ]
Ressler: Harold Cooper, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights as Iāve explained them to you?
Cooper: Yes.
Ressler: And with these rights in mind, do you wish to make a statement?
[ Cooper nods ]
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[ Red paces at his āofficeā (alongside his SUV). He talks to his lawyer Marvin Gerard, who is driving ]
Marvin Gerard: [ On phone ] Obstruction, falsifying documents, tampering with physical evidence, misappropriating federal funds. Oh, and I havenāt even gotten to the charges of depriving Andrew Kennison of his liberty.
Red: I know what he did, Marvin. What Iām asking is how we make sure a jury never does.
Marvin: Oh, Cooperās case isnāt going to a jury. Heās gonna have to plead guilty and pray that he gets a favorable sentence.
Red: It canāt come to that. I need you to go to the Post Office. Haroldās there. Talk to him.
Marvin: You want me to defend him?
Red: He canāt go to prison. For his sake or for Agnesā.
Marvin: Well, youāre the boss. I-I just have this one appointment, then I can cancel the rest of my afternoon and meet you there.
Red: Actually, Iāve got plans. I spoke with the man who designed the tracking device we recovered from Elizabeth.
Marvin: Good news. Whatād he say?
Red: Enough. I know who Iām looking for and where to find him. Iāll take care of business, you take care of Harold.
[ Cell phone beepsš
]
[ Red has a team waiting in the siting area ]
Red: Okay, guys, letās do this.
[ All murmuring indistinctly ]
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[ Ressler is with Cooper in an interrogation room ]
[ Tape recorder beepsš
]
Ressler: You really wanna do this? Make a full confession?
Cooper: Strange how things happen, isnāt it? I wouldnāt let Reddington see Agnes because I thought I should protect her from him. She finally had a good home, a stable family. And now Iām the one whoā
[ Ressler turns off the tape recorder ] [ Tape recorder beepsš
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Ressler: You could fight it, force the U.S. Attorney to make their case beyond a reasonable doubt.
Cooper: You know I wonāt. Iāve spent my life holding others accountable for their crimes. Iām glad itās you. Letās get it over with.
[ Door opens ]
Aram: Yeah, um, thatās gonna have to wait. Sorry, not sorry to interrupt, but we have got a suspect, and Mr. Cooper was right. Almost. The person blackmailing you was a New York City detective.
Cooper: Was?
[ Ressler leaves with Aram ]
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[ The war room ]
Aram: We just heard from the office of the New York Chief of Detectives, and apparently, a precinct captain in Brooklyn recognized one of the voices we sent as a Reginald Cole. Reggie. Spent 25 years in the NYPD, 17 as a Brooklyn detective.
Dembe: Does that mean heās retired?
Aram: I thought so at first, but then I took a closer look. At the time he left the force, Cole was the subject of multiple I.A.B. investigations. A Grand Jury was deliberating on an indictment for multiple counts of official corruption ā drÕ½g money seized and unaccounted for, allegations of excessive force, witness intimidation. In the end, the cases against him fell apart. A key witness was found murdered.
Ressler: Clearly, weāre dealing with somebody with a malfunctioning ethical compass.
Aram: When he left the department, he left New York. Now, he works here in D.C. as a private investigator, and his website says he handles highly sensitive matters, both personal and professional.
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[ Reginald Coleās office ] [ Cole is meeting with a client, a politician named Diane Newton ]
Diane Newton: What do you have? Iām in a hell of a rush. My campaign wonāt wait.
Reginald Cole: Yeah, I know youāre busy, but you hired me to find quality dirt, the kind that āends careersā?
Newton: Mm-hmm.
Cole: So I thought you might want to see this right away.
[ Cole hands Newton an envelope ]
Newton: Oh, you did it. What did he do? Infidelity? Oh, please let it be a sеx scandal, that pious son of a bitch. [ Laughs ]
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Aram: He has an office in Logan Circle. I ghost-called him a few minutes ago, and he picked up. If we roll out now, we can be there in 15.
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Diane Newton: [ Reading ] Oh, my God. How did you get this?
Reginald Cole: Does it matter?
Newton: Matter? I hired you to do oppo research, to get damaging intel on my opponent.
Cole: And I tried. But turns out heās squeaky clean. You, on the other hand, not so much. Youāve been misappropriating campaign funds. Ooh. [ Clicks tongue ] Bad Congresswoman [ Chuckles ]
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Park: I donāt get it. Who is this guy? Why would a shady former detective be connected to killing Keen?
Ressler: Weāre about to find out. Letās pull a warrant and bring him in.
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Newton: What do you want?
Cole: Well, Iām a simple guy, Ms. Newton. A hundred thousand should be good for now.
Newton: Youāre shaking me down? Iām your client.
Cole: I know. Itās a thing of beauty, isnāt it? See, this way, you get to pay me twice, once to check out your opponent, and once to keep my mouth shut.
[ Diane Newton gets up and heads toward the door ]
Cole: You have 24 hours, Di. See you tomorrow.
[ Cell phone ringsāØ] [ Door closes ]
Cole: [ On phone ] Yeah? What? Okay. Okay!
[ Cole opens a drawer. Thereās a bottle of whiskey inside. The takes a swig, then pours the rest into the wastepaper basket and sets the contents on fire. He removes a picture from the wall. Behind it is a safe. He turns the dial ] [ Lock clacks ] [ He takes the valuables, including a thick wad of cash, from the safe, stuffs them into his pockets and leaves ]
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[ Red and his team arrive at Reginald Coleās office. The fire in the wastepaper basket has is still smoking ]
Red: [ To Chuck ] Get outside, see if you can find him. Damn it.
[ Red and Morgan look around. Red sticks his finger into the cup of coffee on the desk ]
Red: Still hot.
[ Red leaves the office with Morgan ]
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[ Reginald Cole runs until he comes to a chain link fence. He climbs over it ] [ Fence clanks ]
[ Chuck spots him ]
Chuck: [ Over comms ] Iāve got eyes. Heās a runner.
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[ Ressler drives an FBI vehicle on the way to Reginald Coleās office. Dembe and Park are with him ]
Dembe: So, Reggie Coleās retired, but he still has his detective shield?
Park: Every department is different. NYPD makes you turn it in, but they donāt always enforce the rule.
Ressler: Well, maybe itās a replica. Most people donāt realize, but lot of cops carry dupe shields so they donāt have to risk losing the real thing.
[ Ahead of them, a man is runs toward them in the middle of the street ]
Park: What theā Are you guys seeing this?
[ā”ļøTires screechā”ļø ]
Park: Thatās Cole!
[ They jump out ]
Ressler: FBI! Drop the weapon! On the ground!
Park: Federal agents!
Cole: Okay, okay! Itās down! Itās down. [ Gun clanks ]
[ Morgan and Chuck run out from the alley ]
Ressler: I shouldāve known. Hey, sorry, fellas. Too little too late.
[ Redās SUV drives over and picks up Morgan and Chuck ] [ Car door opens, closes ]
[ Redās vehicle drives slowly away ]
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[ Cynthia Panabaker enters the interrogation room where Cooper is waiting; she sits down ]
Cooper: Iām okay, Cynthia. Really. In fact, for the first time in a while, Iām hopeful.
Panabaker: Hopeful?
Cooper: We got a lead. The man blackmailing me is named Reginald Cole. Heās a private investigator and a former NYPD detective.
Panabaker: Thatās good news, Harold. Iām afraid Iām here to deliver the opposite.
Cooper: You spoke to the Attorney General.
Panabaker: And he spoke to the President and the Senate Oversight Committee. Itās what we were afraid of. As it is, they donāt love our arrangement with Reddington.
Cooper: Then theyāre wrong. Weāre approaching 200 Blacklisters. The manās done more for law enforcement in this country than anyone.
Panabaker: Preaching to the choir. Remember, Iām the one that went to bat for reconstituting the Task Force? But theyāre not stupid. They know Reddington continues to commit crimes. And Keenās death was ā an embarrassment. Itās proof that things had gotten way beyond my control. How do you think we got back here? I made promises. I had to assure people weād have a very tight leash. How the hell was I supposed to go back now and say the man in charge, the Assistant Director of the FBI, committed, oh, I donāt know, maybe a dozen felonies, but, hey, we should look the other way?
Cooper: So they want to indict me?
Panabaker: Iām not giving up. You know how it works, Harold. Law enforcement is politics. If we can make some cases, big ones, that expose whatever conspiracy is really going onā
Cooper: Theyāll be too busy touting the victory to focus on me.
Panabaker: Itās your best chance. If the story has the right ending, they might forget this entire chapter.
Cooper: Thank you, Cynthia. I appreciate you shooting straight.
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[ Ressler, Park and Dembe get off the elevator with Reginald Cole. Ressler stays as the others take Cole away ]
Aram: You got him.
Ressler: Barely. Reddington almost beat us there. Any news on Cooper?
Aram: Heās in with Ms. Panabaker.
Panabaker: [ Calls out ] Agent Ressler? Iām afraid you wonāt be happy with the decision on Harold.
Ressler: The AG wants to charge him?
Panabaker: For now. But if we can make a solid case against whoeverās responsible, we may be able to change that. Whoās running point?
Ressler: I am.
Panabaker: Well, then, you should know the pressureās on. It is critically important that your suspect talks. If he doesnāt, we may not have enough to hold him.
[ Elevator doors open. Itās Red and Weecha ]
Red: [ To Panabaker ] I need a word.
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[ Red and Panabaker go to Cooperās office ] [ Door closes ]
Red: Youāre making a mistake. Agent Ressler is making a mistake.
Panabaker: I imagine heās trying to do whatās best for Harold.
Red: So am I. And whatās best for Harold is to find the person who orchestrated this insanity. Iām in a considerably better position to accomplish that quickly. There are times to handle things by the book, and then there are times like this.
Panabaker: So all you care about is answers.
Red: What I care about is accountability.
Panabaker: And I respect that. Hell, after what weāve been through lately, Iām hardly one to get up on a high horse about the right way to do things.
Red: Then let me handle this in the way I know is best.
Panabaker: If you do, anything you learn will be inadmissible in any prosecution. I need to hand the AG solid cases, solid evidence.
Red: Listen to me. Weāre losing time. Reggie Cole knew I was coming. That means whoever heās working with knew as well. They will not let you interrogate him.
[ Telephone rings āļø ]
Panabaker: What does that mean? We have him in custody. [ Answers phone ] Director Cooperās office. What? What are you talking about? How is that even possible?
Red: Itās too late, isnāt it?
Panabaker: Uh, bring him in. Iāll talk to him myself.
[ Receiver clicks ]
Panabaker: Security says Reggie Coleās lawyer is here.
[ Panabaker leaves ]
[ Redās cell phone dials ā¢ā¢ā¢ ā¢ā¢ā¢ ā¢ā¢ā¢ā¢, ring toneš
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Red: Marvin. Change of plan. Iām at the Post Office. Donāt come in. Iāll meet you out back.
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[ Reginald Coleās lawyer, Tyson Lacroix, gets off of elevator ]
Tyson Lacroix: Senator Panabaker. Tyson Lacroix.
Panabaker: Youāre an attorney?
Lacroix: Iām Reginald Coleās attorney.
[ Ressler walks over ]
Ressler: What is this? How did you know about Coleās arrest? How the hell did you even get down here?
Panabaker: More to the point, how did you know this building even existed?
Lacroix: There seems to be some misunderstanding. Iām not here to answer questions. Iām here to stop you from asking them. Mr. Cole is my client. As of this moment, you are precluded from questioning him under any circumstances.
Panabaker: I donāt know who you are, Mr. Lacroix, but I can tell you this, you are now squarely on the Justice Departmentās radar. You donāt want to answer our questions? Weāll get the answers anyway.
Lacroix: Good luck with that. Iād like to see my client now.
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[ Cooper waits in an interrogation room ]
[ Cole waits in another interrogation room, watching the clock on the wall ]
[ Clock ticking ⢠⢠⢠⢠⢠⢠⢠⢠⢠⢠]
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[ By this time, the rest of the team have gathered at the elevator around Tyson Lacroix, Reginald Coleās lawyer ]
Panabaker: You think itād be that easy, Mr. Lacroix? Did you really think you could just waltz in to a federal black site and just start making demands?
Tyson Lacroix: I have a right to see my client.
Panabaker: And you will. At his arraignment.
Lacroix: Oh, please. You donāt have enough to charge him.
Ressler: He murdered a man named Doug Koster.
Lacroix: That would concern me if you had a single shred of evidence proving that it was actually true.
Ressler: He targeted Harold Cooper, the Assistant Director of the FBI, tried to frame him.
Lacroix: Mere accusations.
Ressler: And the bartender that he forced into helping him was also killed.
Lacroix: How sad. Not that some bartender was killed, but that you canāt seem to accept reality.
Ressler: Yeah? And whatās that?
Lacroix: You have nothing. You canāt connect my client to either murder. This frame-up sounds like total fiction.
Aram: That we can prove. He was blackmailing Mr. Cooper. We have your clientās voice on a recording.
Lacroix: No, you have an altered voice on a recording. You made assumptions when you descrambled the voice, but you canāt be sure if you accurately reversed the process.
Ressler: The NYPD confirmed that it was Cole.
Lacroix: It sounds like Cole. Sounds like.
Ressler: Iāve heard enough. Get him the hell out of here.
Lacroix: Already? Iām just getting started. Hell, Iāve not said a word yet about Agent Keen.
Panabaker: And there it is. The motive. I assume you know about the tracking device recovered from Agent Keen?
Lacroix: I may have heard something, yes.
Panabaker: Then maybe you want to tell us why your client acquired a tracking device that was then used to stalk and murder one of our agents?
Lacroix: He bought the tracker. Thatās not a crime. You canāt prove he caused Keen to ingest it, and you canāt prove he had any contact with Vandyke.
Aram: How do you know that name?
Panabaker: Enough. Agent Park, take Mr. Lacroix to Interrogation Two. Give him two minutes with his client, no more, understood?
Lacroix: Thank you. Iāll leave you folks to talk amongst yourselves.
[ Park leaves with Lacroix ]
Ressler: Donāt even say it.
Panabaker: I have to. Heās right. I warned you, we didnāt have enough without a confession.
Ressler: Donāt tell me weāre cutting this guy loose.
Panabaker: What do you want to do, Donald? Charge him? And then what? Watch our case just fall apart? No. Weāre gonna do this, we do it once and we make it stick.
Aram: So thatās a yes? Weāre just gonna let Cole walk out of here?
Dembe: Raymond was right.
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[ Peter Gabrielās ā« āMercy Streetā plays ]
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[ Interrogation room door opens ]
Park: Mr. Cole, your lawyerās here.
Reginald Cole: Took you long enough.
[ Park leaves, closing the door ]
Cole: Have a seat.
Tyson Lacroix: Iād rather not. I have a feeling we wonāt be staying here much longer.
Cole: Theyāre releasing me?
Lacroix: Letās not talk here. My car is outside. Iāll explain when we get back to my office.
āŖ Looking down on empty streets āŖ
āŖ All she can see āŖ
āŖ Are the dreams all made solid āŖ
āŖ Are the dreams made real āŖ
āŖ All of the buildings and all of the carsā āŖ
[ Panabaker and the team watch as Reginald Cole and his lawyer Tyson Lacroix walk by ]
Aram: Iāll say it. This job can be confusing, and Iāve been lost plenty of times before, but I have no idea who those guys are or what the heck it is weāre dealing with.
[ Cole and Lacroix get into the yellow elevator ]
Park: Letās get a wiretap warrant for Coleās phone. Iāll ask around on the Hill, see if anyone knows Lacroix.
Ressler: Iāll tell Cooper the bad news.
Dembe: Itās not over yet. Raymond will know what to do.
[ The elevator doorā”ļøclangsā”ļøshut ]
āŖ Wait until darkness comesā āŖ
[ Red sits in the back of his black SUV with Marvin Gerard; Weecha is at the wheel ]
Marvin: Whatās his name?
Red: Reginald Cole. Heās a former New York police detective.
Marvin: And theyāre releasing him?
Red: Not happily. But they know the Justice Department is watching their every move, so they wonāt charge if thereās a possibility the case wonāt hold up.
Marvin: Guess itās his lucky day.
Red: Hardly. If Cole wants to live, his best chance is to stay inside that building. Heās burned, and whoever he works for knows it.
[ Cole and Lacroix are let out through a garage door ]
Marvin: Well, heās not the only one. Now the lawyerās burned, too.
[ Cell phone dialing ā¢ā¢ā¢ ā¢ā¢ā¢ ā¢ā¢ā¢ā¢ , ring tone š
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Red: [ On phone ] Chuck. I want them as soon as theyāre on the road.
āŖ In your daddyās armsā
Red: Thatās them.
Marvin: You want to hit them in transit? Donāt you want to find out where theyāre going?
Red: [ On phone to Chuck ]Theyāre leaving now. Intercept in five minutes.
[ EnginešØrevving ] [ A motorcycle speeds up ]
[ Rapid pistol fire š„š„š„ š„š„š„ š„š„š„ ] [ Shells clatter āØāØ ]
[ Cole and Lacroix are mowed down alongside their car ] [ Red pushes Marvin down; Weecha ducks ]
[ EnginešØrevs, car horn š£honks ]
Red: Weecha, get us out of here. [ā”ļøTires screechā”ļø]
[ Red gazes on the scene of sudden death ]
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āŖ Is out in the boat (Is out in the boat) āŖ
āŖ Riding the water (Riding the water) āŖ
āŖ Riding the waves āŖ
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āŖ Looking down on empty streets, all she can see
Are the dreams all made solid
Are the dreams made real
All of the buildings, all of the cars
Were once just a dream
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She pictures the broken glass, pictures the steam
She pictures a soul
With no leak at the seams[Bridge]
āŖ Letās take the boat out
Wait until darkness
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Wait until darkness comes[Verse 2]
āŖ Nowhere in the corridors of pale green and grey
Nowhere in the suburbs
In the cold light of day
There in the midst of it, so alive and alone
Words support like bone[Chorus]
āŖ Dreaming of Mercy Street
Wear your inside out
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddyās arms again
Dreaming of Mercy Street
I swear they moved that sign
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddyās arms[Verse 3]
āŖ Pulling out the papers from drawers that slide smooth
Tugging at the darkness
Word upon word
Confessing all the secret things in the warm velvet box
To the priest, heās the doctor
He can handle the shocks
Dreaming of the tenderness, the tremble in the hips
Of kissing Maryās lips[Chorus]
āŖ Dreaming of Mercy Street
Wear your inside out
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddyās arms again
Dreaming of Mercy Street
I swear they moved that sign
Looking for mercy
In your daddyās arms[Interlude]
[Outro]
āŖ Mercy, mercy, looking for mercy
Looking for mercy
Mercy, looking for mercy
Looking for mercy, looking for mercy
Looking for mercy, looking for mercy
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