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Last updated: 3/22/2023 at 7:00am CT [ Central/Chicago time ]
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Directed by: John Terlesky
Written by: Daniel Cerone
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SERIES STARS:
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Raymond âRedâ Reddington â James Spader
Donald Ressler â Diego Klattenhoff
Harold Cooper â Harry Lennix
Siya Malik â Anya Banerjee
Dembe Zuma â Hisham Tawfiq
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GUEST STARS:
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Alex/Cordelia/Kendall Bostwick â Molly Bernard
Robert Vesco â Stacy Keach
Zhang Wei â Kenneth Lee
Warren Bostwick â David Manis
Don Browning â Jeffrey Schecter
Tadashi Ito â Alex Shimizu
Sean Bane (âThe Hyenaâ) â Greg Yoder
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đŽ Script 10:4 The Hyena
Brief (Where weâre at):
Red has an adventure planned ~ a treasure hunt, no less ~ for Robert Vesco (Blacklister #8), his old friend and former mentor. Red broke Vesco out of prison by first delivering him in prison a rare book, an edition of âOliver Twistâ by Charles Dickens with arsenic embossed in the cover. The arsenic might have killed Vesco but, as Red planned/hoped, Vesco only landed in the hospital. Then, with help from a gang of four pickpocket/thieves called âThe Four Gunsâ (Blacklisters #199) [Episode 10:3], Vesco was squirreled out of prison into a hearse, where Red was waiting.
The thieves had been implicated in an apparent asaasination attempt against Senator Cynthia Panabaker, who was running for re-election. After the task force had apprehended but failed to hold the lead thief, Quentin Dodd, Red took over and compelled him to give up the name of the actual perpetrator of the assassination attempt, who turned out to an ex-Secret Service agent named Lucas Roth. It also turned out that Roth wasnât actually trying to hurt Panabaker at all. Rather he wanted to expose the fact that the head of Panabakerâs Secret Service detail, Special Agent Will Strickland, had betrayed her by recording her conversations and giving the recordings to Panabakerâs opponent in the upcoming election.
Once safely on Redâs plane, Red gave Vesco another book, âTreasure Islandâ by Robert Louis Stevenson. Since âOliver Twistâ had been about a group of pickpockets, Vesco guessed that he and Red would now be going on a treasure hunt.
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[ Attorney Don Browning is washing his hands in a menâs room at a restaurant. Another man, Sean Bane, hands him a towel to dry his hands ]
Don Browning: Thank you.
Sean Bane: Howâs the evening so far, sir?
Brownwick: Very good. Having a nice meal.
Bane: How many clues have you solved?
Browning: Whatâs that?
Bane: The clues. To the hidden treasure. How many have you solved?
Browning: I think you have the wrong person.
[ Browning tries to leave, but Bane stops him ]
Bane: I know exactly who you are, Mr. Browning, and as you are the executor of Warren Bostwickâs estate, I know what you have access to. How many clues have you solved?
Browning: Excuse me.
[ Again, Browning tries to get by, but Bane grabs him violently and shoves him against the sink ]
Browning: [ Grunts ]
Bane: How. Many. Clues.
Browning: None. I swear. I-I wasnât allowed in the room when the will was read! I-I tried to listen, but I didnât hear anything! Ah!
Bane: I believe you.
[ Bane swings Browning around, clanging his head against a sink ]
[ Browning grunts ] [ Body thuds ]
[ Browning lies on the floor, dead. Bane leaves ]
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[ Itâs early in the morning at the Coopersâ house. Red, wearing an apron, is in the kitchen, cutting fruit. Harold Cooper enters ]
Red: Harold.
Cooper: Excuse me. Why are you in my home at this hour? This is not okay.
Red: Youâre right. Itâs not. I understand that. And under any other circumstances, I wouldnât have imposed.
Cooper: Did you sleep here?
Red: A very quick catnap. Just on the bench over there. Truly, a half-hour at most, and then the time it took to put together breakfast.
[ Cooper notices what looks like an old British Army coat slung across the bench ]
Red: You see, I was at Mount Vernon, playing a very small part in a Revolutionary War reenactment, when I got to drinking quite late with the 1st Delaware Regiment. One thing led to another. Those Blue Hen boys really know how to hold their whiskey.
Cooper: What is going on with you? Do you even have a home anymore?
Red: Please. Sit down, Harold. Have some coffee. Weâve got business to discuss.
Cooper: Like Robert Vesco? Tell me that wasnât you that broke him out of prison.
Red: I read he escaped from a hospital. Just as well. Prisonâs no place for a man of Robert Vescoâs stature or advanced age.
Cooper: You realize that we have to track him down now and arrest him.
Red: Well, you could do that, but youâll be leaving three young women in mortal danger. The Hyena is on the hunt.
Cooper: A Blacklister?
Red: Of the lowest order. Are you familiar with Warren Bostwick?
Cooper: New York hedge fund titan. Died a couple years back. They say they never recovered his fortune.
Red: Ah. Last week, Bostwickâs attorney was found dead in the menâs room at Bennekerâs. What looked like a slip and fall was really the work of the Hyena. When professional thieves or white-collar criminals are imprisoned, their stolen goods are rarely recovered. Do you know why?
Cooper: Theyâre too well hidden. Waiting for the felonâs jail sentence to end so they can be reclaimed.
Red: And thatâs when the Hyena strikes. A scavenger by nature, he sniffs out the hidden spoils by shaking down family members and associates, torturing them, murdering them.
Cooper: Warren Bostwick may have played it fast and loose in the market, but he was not a criminal.
Red: No, but old Warren did leave behind a hidden fortune worth hundreds of millions, and the Hyena has caught the scent.
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[ The Post Office war room. Cooper briefs Ressler, Dembe and new task force member, Siya Malik ]
Cooper: His real name is Sean Bane. He uses extreme violence to hunt down what heâs looking for, and right now heâs hunting the lost fortune of this man.
Siya Malik: One week before his death, Warren Bostwick liquidated his portfolio and transferred his massive wealth into an unknown account. To date, those funds havenât been recovered.
Cooper: Bane is deviating from his usual MO by targeting an innocent manâs fortune. Last week, he killed Bostwickâs attorney. His next logical target would be Bostwickâs three surviving daughters.
Ressler: Triplets?
[ Photos of three identical triplets appear overhead; the young women appear to be in their late twenties or early thirties ]
Malik: Yes, and protecting them wonât be easy. Cordeliaâs in a remote village in Bolivia doing relief work, Alex went off the grid eight months ago, and Kendallâs the only one we have a location on.
Cooper: She was CFO of her fatherâs company until his death. Sheâs now living in his Westchester mansion.
Ressler: Sorry, but Wujing is amassing Blacklisters as we speak to take down Reddington. I mean, why would he divert us to babysit a bunch of rich women?
Cooper: It doesnât matter. Theyâre in danger. Ressler, Dembe, meet with Kendall. Agent Malik, I want you to reach out to some of your international contacts, see if you can track down the other two sisters.
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[ Red grabs a chair in a room with multiple shower heads and sits down across from a dozing Robert Vesco, reclining in a beach chair. Heâs wearing blackout shades over his eyes ]
Red: [ Chuckles ] Hello, Robert.
Vesco: Mmm-hmm?
Red: Comfy?
Vesco: Hmm! Iâm limper than a drunk jellyfish. Ooh. I havenât had a Turkish massage like that since that hammam in Antalya.
Red: Well, after a year in lockup, you deserve it. Lunch from Mamaâs TOO! will be here within the hour.
Vesco: Hmm.
[ Vesco lifts the shades to peer out at Red ]
Vesco: Raymond â [ Sighs ] I love the hospitality here, but I feel like Iâm being fattened up for a slaughter. When does the axe fall?
Red: Thereâs no axe.
Vesco: Hmm. So, what gives? First you bust me out of prison. Now youâre treating me like a hairy princess.
Red: Iâve lost a lot of people, Robert. If my circle of friends gets any smaller, it wonât be a circle. I just want to fill my world with people I care about.
Vesco: What a crock of crap. You need me for a job or what?
Red: I need you for a job.
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[ Ressler and Dembe talk with Kendall Bostwick, who is living in her fatherâs mansion ]
Ressler: Don Browning didnât trip and fall in that bathroom. Your fatherâs attorney was murdered.
Dembe: We have strong reason to believe thereâs a violent criminal chasing his fortune, which puts you and your sisters in danger.
Kendall Bostwick: Forgive me, gentlemen, but youâre beginning to sound like the conspiracy nuts. I mean, there are entire subreddits devoted to the mystery of why Warren Bostwick liquidated all of his holdings.
Ressler: And what can you tell us about that?
Kendall: How about I let my father tell you?
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[ Kendall Bostwick, one of Warren Bostwickâs triplet daughters, shows Dembe and Ressler the video her father made for his daughters to watch after he died ]
[ Video: ]
Warren Bostwick: In my dwindling days here on Earth, Iâve made a bleak discovery. I may be a market genius, but Iâm a lousy parent. My three adult daughters are just waiting for me to die so they can cash out. I can feel that every time you visit me. You three are strangers to me, and barely sisters to each other.Thatâs why Iâm leaving this video, in hopes that I may do in death what I failed to do in life, teach you to work hard â and to work together. Itâs the only way youâll ever see my money.
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[ Red relates the story to Robert Vesco ]
Red: As part of his effort to make them earn their inheritance, old Warren consolidated his assets into Bitcoin.
Vesco: [ Scoffs ] Some financial wizard. He took a bath there, huh?
Red: On the contrary. Even after the market crash, Warrenâs fortune has doubled since his death. But more importantly, all his crypto funds are stored in one location.
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[ Video continues: ]
Warren Bostwick: An anonymous digital wallet. Iâve created a passcode for that wallet, which Iâve split into three pieces. At the end of this message, Iâm going to read you a poem I wrote.
Red: The poem is a treasure map, its lines filled with hidden clues drawn from his personal life.
Warren Bostwick: Solve the clues to reveal the passcodes and access ungodly riches.
Dembe: Have the three of you been able to solve any of the clues together?
Kendall: [ Scoffs ] Together was never an option. No, I mean, I love my sisters, but theyâre free spirits. They donât know how to hold onto money. But when I find the funds, Iâll provide for them. As the eldest sister, itâs my job.
Ressler: Wait. The eldest? Youâre triplets.
Kendall: And Iâm the eldest by 12 minutes.
Dembe: Who knows about the existence of the clues and the hidden passcodes?
Kendall:As far as I know, now that Don Browning is dead, just myself and my sisters.
Dembe: Can we get a copy of the poem?
Kendall: Why? So you can become weekend treasure hunters? Iâm sorry, but I need to get back to work, agents. Thank you for warning me of the danger.
Ressler: Sorry, but weâve been authorized to provide you with a full-time FBI detail.
Kendall: And I appreciate that offer, I do, but Iâm sure my security team can handle any threats that find their way here. Thank you.
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Vesco: For two years, Warrenâs own daughters havenât figured it out. What makes you think we can?
Red: Well, weâre men of a certain age who tippled with Warren on many a balmy night in Mustique. Robert, Iâd venture to say that you and I know far more details of Warrenâs personal life than even his own daughters.
Vesco: Well, what the hell? The girls had their chance.
Red: Shall I read the first stanza of the poem?
Vesco: You have it?
Red: [ Reading ]
âââTo find the answer that you seek youâll need to sit with Hemingway.
ââ To Have or Have Not your desire.
ââ Just stay until the sunâs last ray.â
Vesco: How did you get ahold of that?
Red: âTo Have or Have Not.â Warrenâs daughter Kendall secretly paid a cryptanalyst to comb thorough the entire book for hidden cyphers. Thatâs how this whole affair came to my attention. The cryptanalyst is one of my better-paid resources.
Vesco: Oh. Hemingway. Warren always struck me as more of a Faulkner guy.
Red: [ Chuckles ] You were struck correctly. I once heard Warren call Hemingway âa drunk Neanderthal who couldnât string six words together.â
Vesco: [ Chuckles ] So he hated Hemingway. But he loved his Arturo Fuente Hemingway cigars. Ooh. Hand-rolled in the Dominican. Always kept a box in the humidor in his study.
Red: Robert, did you just solve a clue?
Vesco: Well, maybe half a clue. To figure out the rest, we need to find a way into Warrenâs study.
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[ Kendall Bostwickâs home (her fatherâs mansion ]
[ Doorbell ringsâš] [ âȘ Classical music plays âȘ ]
[ Kendallâs Night Guard looks through a viewing label and sees an FBI badge being displayed ]
Man: FBI. For Miss Bostwick.
Night Guard: Go up and see her if you want. Miss Bostwick told you. She doesnât require any FBI protectâ
[ The Night Guard opens the door. The man holding up the badge is Sean Bane (âThe Hyenaâ). He strangles the Night Guard from behind with a strap ] [ Body thuds ]
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[ Kendall Bostwick is working by the fire ] [ âȘ Classical music plays louder âȘ ]
[ Sean Bane appears ]
Bane: Good evening, Miss Bostwick. Itâs time you and I had a friendly chat.
[ He snaps the strap ]
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[ The Bostwick mansion ] [ Police radio chattering ]
[ Kendall Bostwickâs body is being placed on a gurney ]
Guard: I arrived at 7:00 a.m. for my shift, and her body was cold when I found it hanging here, and I called you straight away.
Ressler: Was there a night guard here?
Guard: Jimmy. Heâs always here when I check in, but this morning, there was no sign of him. I guess Kendall sent him out so she could, uhâ
Ressler: Look, why donât you write down his cellphone number and address for me, huh?
Guard: Alright. [ Pen clicks ]
[ Dembe walks over ]
Dembe: M.E. says he canât determine a cause of death until after the autopsy.
Ressler: Donât need an M.E. to tell me what happened here. This wasnât a suicide.
Dembe: The Hyena is working his way through the sisters.
Ressler: Yeah, well, we need to find the other two, and their protectionâs a priority now.
Dembe: Malikâs reaching out to the relief organization that Cordelia works for. Theyâre getting word to her.
Ressler: What about Alex? The one whoâs off the grid? We have any info on her?
Guard: I know where Alex lives. Iâve driven Kendall to her building in Hoboken lots of times.
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[ Hoboken, New Jersey ]
[ Ressler and Dembe pull up to a worn-down looking residential building ]
Ressler: A rich Bostwick daughter lives here?
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[ Inside, they go to an apartment ]
Dembe: Urban off-the-grid living. Itâs a thing.
[ A surveillance camera blinks overhead ]
Ressler: Well, if sheâs here, she knows weâre here.
[ Knocking on door ✠✠✠]
Alex Bostwick: Who are you?
Ressler: Alex Bostwick?
Alex: I said, who are you?
Ressler: Agent Ressler, FBI. This is Agent Zuma. We need to speak to you about your sister Kendall.
[ Locks clicking â”â â” ] [ The door opens slightly but some chain locks remain engaged ]
Alex: They got to Kendall?
Dembe: Her body was found hanging in the study.
Alex: [ Whimpers ]
Dembe: We have cause to believe she was murdered. Iâm sorry.
Ressler: You said âthey.â Who are âtheyâ?
Alex: I donât know! I donât know! Theyâ I mean, Iâm trying to find them, too. They hide in the Internet of Things. Itâs my fatherâs fortune that they want, so they hunt me down. Just buzzing bugs in the machine and in my mics, my webcams, my brain. I thoughtâ [ Chuckles ] I thought Siri was my friend, but, no, I mean, wherever I go, they find me, and now, what, they gotâ They got to Kendall.
Dembe: We donât want to cause you alarm, but the man who got to your sister, heâs coming after you, too. We want to offer you some protection. Can we come inside?
Alex: [ Chuckles ] Ohâ Iâm sure youâd love to come inside and find out what I know, huh? Youâ You are just like them. Or maybe you even are them. Thatâs it. Thatâs it. Oh, what the Feds would love to do with Daddyâs money.
[ Door slams âŒïž] [ Locks click â”â â”â ]
Ressler: Sheâs really not well.
Dembe: We need to put surveillance on this building immediately. Whether she wants it or not.
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[ Red and Robert Vesco are at the now-empty Bostwick mansion ] [ The door has a police âDo Not Enterâ sign plastered on it. Red ignores it and works on breaking the lock ] [ Rattling ]
Red: Ah. Almost there.
[ Door opens ]
Red: Now, if I recall, Warrenâs lair is to the right here.
Vesco: [ Chuckles ] Yeah.
[ The enter the smoking room. Red sees a box of cigars ]
Red: Ah. Hemingways. Robert, you called it. [ Chuckles ]
Vesco: So, now what?
Red: âTo find the answer that you seek, youâll need to sit with Hemingway.â Donât have to ask me twice.
[ Lighter clicks € đ„] [ They light the Hemingway cigars ]
Vesco: Mmm. Well, itâs kind of batty, isnât it? I mean, sending your own kids on a scavenger hunt to claim their inheritance.
Red: I donât know, Robert. Whoâs to say how one might feel at the time of their death? Warren may have felt amused, mischievous, or maybe just hopeful. Better that than fear or pain or regret. At the moment of my death, I just want to feel alive.
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[ Bolivia ]
Cordelia: [ On phone ] Agent Malik. Hi. This is Cordelia Bostwick.
Siya Malik: Thank you for getting back to me, Ms. Bostwick. First of all, Iâm so sorry about your sister. They told me you got the news this morning?
Cordelia: Yeah. Itâs been a challenging day, thatâs for sure. But, uh, you know, this is just gonna take some time to process.
Siya: Of course, and I donât want to make that any harder, but I need to let you know that your safety is in jeopardy. Thereâs a dangerous man after you and your sister, and he will find his way to you.
Cordelia: Inâ In Bolivia?
Siya: Heâs chasing your fatherâs money.
Cordelia: So, youâ You want me to come to where a killer is?
Siya: We have no way to keep you safe if you donât. If youâre here, we can assign you a full-time protective detail in an FBI safe house.
Cordelia: Okay. Um, yeah, I mean, Iâmâ Iâm planning to come back for the funeral, anyway, so justâ Just give me the details.
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[ Vesco and Red are finishing up their cigars. Itâs getting close to dark ]
Vesco: Hmm. Well, the Hemingwayâs almost dead. Iâm nubbing it here, bud. How is this supposed to solve a clue?
Red: Trust the poem. âTo Have or Have Not your desire, just stay until the sunâs last ray.â Itâs still light out.
Vesco: Yeah. Barely. If weâre gonna do more cigars, I need better light to see.
[ Vesco leans over ] [ Grunts ] [ He switches on a table lamp ] [ Click ✠]
Vesco: Ah.
[ The lamp is Tiffany-style, with horizontal hues of red, ivory, and orange ]
Vesco: Raymond. Does that look like âthe sunâs last rayâ to you?
Red: Iâll bet thatâs a Handel lamp. Hand-painted. Take a look under the rim.
Vesco: âH-A-N-D-E-L.â Ah. Oh, thereâs a model number, too. â6160. W.R.â Whatâs that?
Red: Thatâs the craftsmanâs initials.
Vesco: Oh.
Red: Put it all togetherâ
Vesco: Itâs a hidden passcode!
[ Both laugh ]
Red: Iâll be damned. So, you sit with the Hemingway cigar until the sun goes down, prompting you to turn on the lamp, revealing the hidden passcode. Not bad.
Vesco: Not bad? Come on. Read the next clue. Iâm feeling lucky!
Red: [ Chuckles ] Alright. [ Reading: ]
âââYou canât define its radiance.
ââYou love it irresistibly.
ââSo find the stone I speak of.
ââAnd whisper to it softly.â
Vesco: A radiant stone. Irresistible. Uh â Like a gemstone?
Red: No. Warren wasnât impressed by precious gems. Terrible investments. Too easy to lose or steal. In fact, he once told me the only diamond he ever bought was the one he put on Marilynâs finger. [ Points ] Right there! And immediately after buying it, Warren had the diamond itself laser-engraved with a miniature code so small, it can only be seen by microscope, so if the ring were ever stolen, he could prove it was hers.
Vesco: Thatâs vintage Warren.
Red: He engraved everything he owned. Remember? Fountain pens. Golf clubs. Even his racehorse. Tattooed its ear.
Vesco: [ Chuckles ] What are the chances that invisible engraving in Marilynâs diamond ring is the next piece of the passcode?
Red: Fits the clue. But whereâs the stone? Marilyn died in childbirth. Hope he didnât bury it with her.
Vesco: He didnât. Look here.
[ Vesco points to a photo of one of the triplets wearing her motherâs ring ]
Red: Iâll be. I believe thatâs Alex, the oddest duck in the brood. Warren must have passed the ring down to her.
Vesco: Mmm-hmm.
Red: This young woman is wearing the answer to our next clue.
Vesco: I love a diamond heist.
[ Both chuckle ]
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[ Ressler sits in the back of a parked van ]
Siya: [ On phone ] We got a hit from one of the area motels where I circulated photos of Bane. He checked out 40 minutes ago, driving a white Chevy van with stolen tags, carrying what looked like a tool belt.
Ressler: Was that the only sighting?
Siya: For the moment.
Cooper: We just issued a BOLO and added the plate to the ALPR hot list. If we get an alert, weâll let you know.
Siya: Iâm leaving for JFK now to meet the third sister and escort her to the safe house.
Cooper: Be careful out there. All of you.
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[ Tadashi Ito is working at a laptop when Red enters with Vesco ]
Red:Tadashi, any luck finding her address?
Tadashi: Luck? No. Skill? Ya boy! Before Alex Bostwick went off the grid, she was a heavy social-media user, but last year, she went full digital detox, with one exception. Two weeks ago, she accidentally posted to one of her dormant accounts. She wrote to a user named MadIRC. I located him in an obscure chat room, where I lurked until Alex joined under the user name OptimisticPanda. That gave me her IP address, and from there, it was a hop skip to her geodata.
Vesco: Whatâd he just say?
Red: [ Chuckles ] We have her address. But Alex wonât just open her door for us. If we want to get inside and find her motherâs diamond ring, we need an angle.
Tadashi: Hmm. Thatâs easy. Alex has devolved into a conspiracy freak. Based on her discussions in the chat room, sheâs convinced that sheâs being monitored by ultrasonic listening devices.
Vesco: Sheâs just paranoid. Sheâs been chasing that fortune for two years!
Tadashi: Alex contacted MadIRC because he claims to have invented an Exotic Modulation Detector to sniff out ultrasonic surveillance.
Red: Did he?
Tadashi:[ Laughs ] No way!
Red: Well, whether heâs invented anything real or not, MadIRC has invented an alter ego. Perhaps we can employ the ingenious MadIRC for our purposes anyway.
Vesco: Yes. MadIRC is just an archetype for a character, waiting for the right actor to step inside and breathe life into the role.
Red: You donât know anything about ultrasonic surveillance.
Vesco: I have Tadashi here to coach me.
Red: Weâll see. Tadashi, can you send a private message to Alex and make it look like itâs from MadIRC? We should set up a meeting.
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[ Siya is driving Cordelia Bostwick from the airport to the FBI safe house ]
Cordelia: Ugh. Yeah. I was afraid something like this would happen. Eventually. I mean, with all that hidden money out there, you know, it was only a matter of time before word got out that we were given clues to find it.
Siya: What about you? Did you try finding it?
Cordelia: Sure. I mean, after we watched his video, I wanted the three of us to work together. Itâs what my father intended by writing that stupid poem, and I thought it would give us the best shot at solving it.
Siya: I gather thatâs not what happened.
Cordelia: Oh, no. The claws came out. Like always. Kendall tried to take control of us. I guess, I donât know. She thought it was her role as CFO in the company. Poor Alex just started showing strain under the pressure of it all right away and justâ crawled into her own shell.
Siya: So you walked away?
Cordelia: Thatâs right. My father left each of us modest trust funds, and it was enough to get by on. But I really donât want any part of his wealth now. Iâve just seen what it does to people.
Siya: Well, weâve got a couple leads on our target, so hopefully we can get you back to your relief work soon. Weâre driving to a safe house in Flatbush, where two agents will provide full-time protection.
Cordelia: Okay.
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[ While Ressler waited in the van outside Alexâs building, Dembe went out to get some fast food. Now heâs back ]
Ressler: Oh. Iâm starving. What took so long?
Dembe: Eh, long lines, long lines.
[ Dembe gets in ] [ Grunts softly ]
Dembe: Here you go.
Ressler: Wait. These are French fries. I ordered onion rings.
Dembe: Well, I told them onion rings. They mustâve made a mistake on the order.
Ressler: Yeah, but you have onion rings.
Dembe: Yes. They got my order right.
Ressler: Hey. Somebodyâs coming.
[ Red and Vesco are walking along the sidewalk by the building ]
Ressler: I knew it! Reddington just gave us this case to take out the competition. Iâm not standing by this time. Iâm going to arrest Vesco.
Dembe: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. If the Hyena is out there right now, watching this building, youâll just alert him to our presence. Keeping the sisters safe is what matters.
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[ Someone else is watching Red and Vesco: Sean Bane, âThe Hyena.â Heâs watching them through binoculars. He makes a phone call ]
Bane: [ On phone ] I have some bad news for you. The Feds are sitting on Alexâs building. We have a new player in the game. Raymond Reddington, the FBIâs Most Wanted man, just walked inside.
Cordelia: [ On phone with Bane ] Ah. Okay. [ To the two FBi agents who have just been assigned to protect Cordelia ~ from Bane ] Um, excuse me, gentlemen.
[ Cordelia moves into another room, the kitchen ]
Cordelia: Yeah. How did this happen?
Bane: I donât know.
Cordelia: Okay, well, um, we only have two parts of the passcode, so we need to find out what Alex knows. Can you, um â Can you get her out of there?
Bane: Iâll figure something out.
Cordelia: Uh, without killing her this time?
Bane: Hey! I did you a favor by taking out Kendall. She suspected you.
Cordelia: Just get Alex out and bring her to me.
[ She walks back into the living room, where the agents have been watching tv ]
[ TV playing indistinctly ]
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[ Inside Alexâs building, Red and Vesco walk to her apartment ]
Red: You keep Alex interested, and Iâll look for her motherâs diamond ring. Hopefully itâs still on Alexâs finger.
Vesco: Have you stopped to consider that if we find this fortune, weâll be robbing two young ladies of their inheritance?
Red: Pish posh. I told you, Warren thought his daughters were a disaster.
Vesco: Mmm.
Red: Hey. Do you remember the password exchange?
Vesco: I wrote the password exchange.
[ Vesco knocks ✠✠✠✠]
Alex: Hello?
Vesco: I have no mouth and I must scream.
Alex: Great souls suffer in silence.
[ Locks clicking â”â â” ] [ Door opens ] [ Alex is carrying a fluffy white Maltese dog with black button eyes ]
Alex: MadIRC. Hi. Hi. Uh, come in. Come in. Come in.
[ She re-locks the numerous locks â”â â”â ]
Alex: Hi. Um, Iâmâ Iâm Alexâ
Vesco: Oh, shh, child. No birth names. Itâs safer that way.
Alex: Ah, yes. No, yes. Youâre right. Of course. Ourâ Our personal data is all we have. It must be protected at all costs.
Vesco: Precisely why I invented the EMD.
Alex: The Exotic Modulation Detector. Yeah. I know. Andâ Hereâ Here, come in. Um, you know, I need additional security solutions. The standard sweep tools arenât enough. And now that they can turn all of our technology, even our lights, into audio transmitters, itâs just, nobodyâs safe.
Vesco: Slow down, OptimisticPanda. Uh, one step at a time. First, Iâd like you to meet my associate.
Red: Oh. Yes. Uh, CosmicMuffin.
Vesco: To determine whether my EMD can detect emanating light fields here, CosmicMuffin needs to conduct a search first.
Alex: Sorry. Whatâ
Vesco: Eh, purely visual.
Alex: Okay. Okay. Uh, yeah, whatâ Whatâs he looking for?
Vesco: Oh, any objects that might interfere with the EMDâs signal reception.
Alex: Like what? Certain metals. Alloys. But the worst are crystals. You canât have any crystals with a mineral base inside your home, like rubies, emeralds, diamonds.
[ Dog đ¶ barks ] [ Growls ]
Alex: I donâtâ I donât own any gemstones.
Red: You sure about that? Most women have at least one piece of jewelry lying around. An old necklace. A diamond ring.
[ Dog đ¶ barks ] [ Alex pets her dog ]
Alex: Yeah, I mean, I used to own jewelry, but, yeah, I sold it all to finance a personal project. I even had to sell my motherâs wedding ring.
Vesco: So no diamonds?
[ Dog đ¶ barks đ¶ ]
Alex: [ Chuckles ]
Red: [ To the dog ] Hello, you.
Alex: Yeah, Diamond was, um, my fatherâs best friend, and he knew how much I loved her. I can get a little, um, activated sometimes, and so my shrink says that a service animal can help. She used to say that, but I fired her because she had something pretty suspicious hiding in her Prada glasses.
Red: Iâm just gonna finish my search.
[ Red walks toward a side room. He snaps his fingers and Diamond the dog follows ]
Vesco: So, as I was saying, the EMD is a very special thing because without it âŠ
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[ In the side room, Red sits and picks up the dog ]
Red: [ Softly ] We were looking for the wrong Diamond, werenât we? Yes â Old Warren tagged his racehorse. Why not you, too? Iâm supposed to âwhisper to you softly.â
[ Red looks in Diamondâs ears and, indeed, finds a tattoo inside Diamondâs left ear ]
Red: Look at that. [ Chuckles ]
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[ Cordelia carries a pot of coffee into the living room at the safe house ]
Man on TV: âentitlements are nothing more than socialism in action.
Cordelia: Uh, anyone want more coffee?
We all live in America. We allâ
FBI Agent: We rely on a steady flow of coffee for this job.
Cordelia: [ Chuckles ] Yeah. I bet you do.
FBI Agent: Thank you.
Cordelia: Youâre welcome!
[ TV playing indistinctly ]
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[ Outside Alex Bostwickâs apartment building, Sean Bane peers around a corner ]
[ Suspenseful music playing ] [ Sean Bane walks over to a power box and drops a heavy bag of tools on the concrete floor ] [ He pulls a chain from the screen panel protecting the power box ]
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[ Inside Alexâs apartment ]
Red: Well, Iâd say after a cursory glance around that weâre done here. Iâve seen everything I need to see.
Alex: Ah. Uh, okay. Whatâ Whatâ What does that mean? C-Can you still sell me the EMD? I have money. I wanted to pay you for it.
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[ The power boxâĄïžsparksâĄïžand blows đ„]
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[ In Alexâs apartment, the lights go out ]
Red: [ Low voice, to Vesco ]Thereâs something Iâve been keeping from you. Weâre not the only ones hunting this fortune.
Alex: What?! Youâre looâ Youâre looking for the money? Ugh! I cannot believe I let you in. I mean, whoâ Who are you? How did you even find me?
Red: Sheâll be okay, but we canât be here. Iâll meet you downstairs.
Vesco: Okay.
[ Vesco leaves ]
Red: [ Speed-dialing ] Powerâs been cut. The Hyena is here. She needs protection. Hurry.
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[ Ressler and Dembe jump out of the back of the van and run into the building ]
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[ Ressler and Dembe enter Alexâs apartment ]
[ đ¶ Dog đ¶ barking đ¶ ]
[ They find no one (besides Diamond the dog) ]
Ressler: Did Bane get here first?
Dembe: I donât believe so. Take a look at this. Looks like an old garbage chute.
[ Inside the large garbage chute is a rope ladder ]
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[ Alex emerges from the garbage chute at the ground level. Sean Dane is waiting for her there ]
Sean Dane: Your sister Cordelia told me about your little escape route. Very eager to hear what youâve learned about the treasure.
[ He grabs her and pulls her toward his vehicle ]
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[ Ressler calls the Post Office from Alexâs apartment ]
Ressler: We lost Alex. We think the Hyena has her. Unless Reddington has her.
Cooper: Reddington?
Ressler: Yeah, he was here, along with Vesco, too. You know those two frauds are chasing the missing fortune, too?
Siya: Sir!
Cooper: Hold on, Agent Ressler.
Siya: NYC DOT just got a traffic-cam hit on Baneâs white van. Itâs moving east on Avenue D toward Flatbush. Thatâs the neighborhood where I dropped off Cordelia. Itâs where the safe house is.
Cooper: The Hyenaâs got one sister. Now heâs going after the other. Did you call her protective detail?
Siya: Yes, and no oneâs answering.
Cooper: [ On phone ] Agent Ressler, you and Agent Zuma get to that safe house. Iâll try and reach Reddington.
Ressler: Copy.
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[ Red is driving Vesco ]
Vesco: You didnât think that I might want to know that thereâs a homicidal maniac on the same treasure hunt as us?
Red: I didnât want to make you anxious.
Vesco: Well, Iâm anxious now.
Red: [ Scoffs ]
Vesco: What about Alex? You think she got away?
[ Cellphone ringsâš] [ Itâs Cooper. Red ignores the call ]
Red: I sent in reinforcements. And since when are you worried about a mark, anyway? Youâve made a life of preying on impressionable minds.
Vesco: Yeah, sure, when theyâre functional minds. But Alexâ I donât know. I mean, this poor kid. Sheâs not dealing from a full deck.
[ Red hands Warren Bostwickâs treasure hunt poem to Vesco ]
Red: Here. Read this. The last stanza. Letâs stay focused here.
Vesco: [ Reading ]
âââEvery story much reach an end.
ââSuch sadness that it doth impart.
ââTo finish mine, drop to a knee and read whatâs carved upon my heart.â
Vesco: Well, thatâs grim.
Red: Indeed.
Vesco: âRead whatâs carved upon my heartâ? You donât think Warren literally, you knowâ
Red: What, carved the passcode onto his heart? Robert, please stay with me here. Though I wouldnât be survived if one of those sisters had exhumed his body by now to check. No, I have a feeling the true hint lies in the first half of the stanza. Iâm certain of it. We need to locate Warrenâs grave.
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[ The Bostwick mansion, where Cordelia lives ] [ Sean Bane pushes Alex inside ]
Alex: What is happening? Whyâ Why are we here?
[ Alex sees one of the FBI agents assigned to protect Cordelia lying motionless on the floor ]
Alex: Oh, my God.
[ Cordelia walks in ]
Cordelia: Ah. Itâs been a while, sis. Iâm, umâ Iâm really sorry we pulled you out of your shelter. I know how safe you feel there, but, umâ [ Chuckles ] Forces are closing in around us. I need to know if youâve solved any of the clues.
Alex: You? Did you kill Kendall?
Cordelia: That wasnât supposed to happen.
Alex: Okay, b-b-but it did.
Cordelia: I tried, okay? I-I am the one who wanted us all to work together to do this the way that our father asked, but Kendall insisted on doing it her way, and you justâ Alex, you just crawled into a hole. Okay, well, now weâre doing it my way.
Sean Bane: Youâll want to leave the room in this next part.
Alex: [ Chuckles ] Okay. Well, if you want it so badly that youâd kill Kendall, whatâs the point?
[ Alex goes to her bag and gets out a slip of paper, which she hands to Cordelia ]
Alex: It was tattooed inside Diamondâs ear.
Cordelia: [ Chuckles ] The stone was the dog.
Alex: Of course.
âââYou canât define its radiance.
ââYou love it irresistibly.â
Thatâs exactly how Daddy felt about that dumb animal.
Alex: Sheâs not dumb.
Cordelia: I know. I know, Alex. I know you love her as much as Daddy did. And Daddy tailored each of these clues to each one of us. I mean, our best chance at solving the poem was for us to work together.
Alex: Yeah, well, thatâs a little hard to do with a dead sister.
Cordelia: [ Scoffs ]
Bane: Weâre done here, right? We have all three clues. Time to cash out.
Cordelia: No. No, no, no. Not yet. If Raymond Reddington is as much of a threat as you say he is, then I need to destroy the answer to the third clue before he finds it.
[ Cordelia goes over to motionless FBI agent and retrieves his gun ]
Cordelia: Oh, and, um, you knowâ Iâm, uh, coming around to what you said about Kendall. We justâ We really canât afford to leave any witnesses behind.
[ Cordelia points the gun at Alex ]
Alex: Cordelia. Donât. Cordelia.
[ From outside the mansion, a shot đ„ is heard ]
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[ In a cemetery, Cordelia is smashing the monument above her fatherâs grave when Red and Vesco appear ]
Cordelia: Which, uhâ Which one of you is Reddington?
[ Simultaneously, pointing ]
Red and Vesco: He is.
Cordelia: [ Chuckles ] It doesnât matter. Youâre too late. I destroyed the answer to the third clue.
Red: It would appear you and the Hyena make quite a formidable pair. You know heâs still going to kill you, right? The moment you withdraw those funds.
Cordelia: I wouldnât count on that.
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[ At the mansion, Ressler and Dembe have arrived. Ressler checks the FBI agent ]
Ressler: Heâs still alive.
Dembe: But Baneâs not.
[ Bane is slumped against a wall, shot in the neck ]
[ Alex is in the kitchen ]
Alex: [ Whimpering ]
Dembe: Are you okay?
Alex: Yeah.
[ Ressler checks for a pulse on the second FBI guard, who lies on the kitchen floor ]
Dembe: Whereâs your sister?
Alex: I-I donât know. Sheâ She told me to wait here until she gets back. She says weâre gonna be a family again.
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[ The cemetery ]
Cordelia: You, uh, figured it out, huh? The epitaph on my fatherâs grave. The final piece of the passcode. I mean, I knew the answer because he ordered his tomb before he died and I paid all of his bills. The final stanza said:
âââDrop to a knee and read whatâs carved upon my heart.â
This inlay on his monument is made of rose quartz. Itâs one of the heart chakras.
Red: Your interpretation of the clueâ [ Inhales sharply ] A bit simplistic, donât you think?
Cordelia: Why? Whatâ Whatâ What are you talking about?
Red: Youâre conveniently neglecting the first half of the stanza.
âââEvery story must reach an end.
ââSuch sadness that it doth impart.â
Do you know what made your father sad?
Cordelia: [ Scoffs ] My father was not a feeling man.
Red: On the contrary. One afternoon, he and I were anchored off Carriacou, sitting on the bow of his yacht, when he shared with me the key to his financial success. It was the sadness he felt over the loss of your mother. What drove him to make all that money youâre so desperate for was a desire to dull the pain deep inside. But all the riches in the world couldnât fill the hole that your mother left in his life. She was his heart, not some silly chakra. Your motherâs body lies right here beside your father, beneath a simple grave marker, because he wasnât a wealthy man when she passed. Ah! Look. What do you know? Thereâs an epitaph. The answer to your fatherâs clue.
Cordelia: What does it say?
[ Cordelia lunges toward the grave marker ]
[ Gun fires đ„ ]
Cordelia: Ow! You shot me in the foot!
Red: [ To Vesco ] Weâve got what we need here. You ready to go?
Vesco: Hold on. We canât just leave her here with the final piece of the puzzle.
Red: Donât worry. I have a cleanup crew on standby to pick up the trash.
Vesco: Oh.
Cordelia: [ Whimpers ]
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[ Red and Vesco visit Tadashi Ito ]
Tadashi: Okay, Iâve strung together the three passcodes and entered them into the login page for Bostwickâs digital wallet.
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Tadashi: Ta-da! Shi.
Red: Well done, Tadashi.
Vesco: Thatâs a healthy balance.
Tadashi: Wait. Thereâs something else in his wallet. Itâs an NFT. Non-fungible token. This oneâs a video file.
Red: Is that what the kids call a TikTok?
Vesco: I think thatâs a Chatsnap.
Red: Huh.
Tadashi: Stop. I-Iâm gonna open the file. [ Key clacks ✠]
[ Video recording: ]
Warren Bostwick: Congratulations, girls. In solving all three clues, youâve taken a journey into your old manâs heart. A fine cigar. A faithful pet. And the love of a good woman. Your mother. Thatâs what sustained me in life, even after her death. Iâm sorry I wasnât there more for you girls. Itâs a great failing, and I do regret it.[ Flashforward: ] Alex Bostwick, reunited with her dog, Diamond, is waiting on the landing at the Post Office when her sister Cordelia is brought in under guard and on crutches on the yellow elevator to be interrogated. The two sisters exchange looks.
[ Video continuing: ]
Warren Bostwick: But in earning your inheritance, you overcame your differences and pulled together, just as I knew you would. Hopefully, if this experience has taught you one thing, itâs whatâs really important. The meaning of family. Enjoy your money, girls. You deserve everything you got.
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Red: A tragic tale, no doubt.
Vesco: Hmm.
Red: But at least it brought us together, my friend.
Vesco: Yeah. Iâm still waiting for that axe to fall.
Red: There is no axe, Robert. Tadashi, transfer half of Warrenâs cryptocurrency into Robertâs account.
Vesco: Eh, actually, I was thinking that one-third might be more appropriate for the situation.
Red: Why, Robert, you do have a heartbeat after all.
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[ The landing at the Post Office ]
[ The doors of the yellow elevator clang open in the distance ] [ Alex cuddles Diamond ]
[ Cellphone chimesâš] [ Itâs a text from Alexâs bank announcing a digital transfer ]
[ Alex opens the link. Millions and millions of dollars are pouring into her account ]
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[ Cooperâs house ] [ Door opens, closes; itâs late ] [ Cooper enters ]
[ Red is sitting at the kitchen table ]
[ Cork pops. Red pours two glasses on Scotch ]
Cooper: Do I need to buy a blow-up mattress?
Red: [ Chuckles ] I know you have questions, Harold, about jailbreaks and Robert Vesco, hidden fortunes. Fire away.
Cooper: Actually, no. I donât have any questions.
[ Cooper sits at the table ]
Cooper: At this point in our relationship, after 200-some-odd Blacklisters, Iâm aware of your games, and nothing you do surprises me anymore.
Red: If thatâs the case, perhaps youâll honor my request to stay away from Robert Vesco.
Cooper: Whyâs that?
Red: I canât be certain, but I may need some⊠help. The sort of help the task force cannot provide.
Cooper: Iâll consider the request. By the way, who walked away the winner?
Red: Whatâs that?
Cooper: Bostwickâs riches. You and Vesco. Who screwed over who this time?
Red: Oh, thatâs all behind us, Harold. Weâve had our ups and downs, Robert and I, but heâs an old friend, and our days of betrayal are thankfully a thing of the past.
Cooper: Hmm.
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[ An underground garage. Robert Vesco gets out of a taxi ]
Chang Wei: [ Calls out ] Robert Vesco.
Vesco: I already placed my annual order for Girl Scout cookies. Tell your story walking.
Chang Wei: I represent Mr. Wujing. He was given your information by Marvin Gerard, the late attorney for Raymond Reddington. What if I told you your arrest by the FBI last year wasnât bad luck? It was a plan. Formulated and orchestrated by Raymond Reddington. You walked into his trap.
Vesco: Why would Reddington do that?
Chang Wei: If you want to learn more, call this number when youâre ready, and weâll send a car. Mr. Wujing looks forward to discussing your shared interests.
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