🔴 Script 10:13 Sicilian Error of Color

 

Brief (Where we’re at):

Red has been distancing himself from the task force, spending time with Agnes, and preferring to help out from the background as needed. But he hasn’t been delivering many new Blacklisters, much to Cooper’s consternation, especially since a zealous congressman, Arthur Hudson, has noticed the line item for the task force in the budget with no underlying information that he (or anyone) can access. Determined to make a name for himself by exposing corruption, he is on the hunt to find out more.

 
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[ Flashback: ]
[ Suspenseful music playing ]
[ CIA Agent (Young) Meera Malik sits in a car with her partner, MI6 Agent Nigel Sutton ]
Meera: The Chechens? Seriously, Nigel. Of all the gangsters you could be wrapped up with, you choose the criminal organization that scares the living wits out of every other criminal organization?
Nigel: Relax, all right? I-I know what I’m doing.
Meera: Remember Moscow? Two dozen Russian Mafia bosses meet with a handful of rising Chechen gang members to broker peace over dinner. No weapons allowed. By dessert, all the Russians were dead, slaughtered with their own cutlery.
Nigel: Maybe the Russians shouldn’t have picked a steakhouse for the meetup.
[ Portishead’s “Roads” plays ]
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Meera: This isn’t funny, Nige. We’re meant to be agency partners. Look, I don’t know how it works at MI6, but if my gaffer at the CIA heard even one whisper about your other – entanglements –
Nigel: And how exactly would that happen, partner?
Meera: Word always gets around, Nigel. Secrets never stay secret.
Nigel: You better hope that’s not true.

♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Can’t anybody see– ♪

[ A car pulls up. In the back seat, lying down, is a bound man. Meera helps him out ]
Meera: [ Speaking Sinhalese ] Get up, you’re going home.

♪ Never find our way ♪
♪ Regardless– ♪

Meera: [ To Nigel ] [ In English ] We’re one step closer to getting our man. Nice work, Officer Sutton.
Nigel: Wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else – Agent Malik.

♪ This woman ♪

 
[ Dramatic music playing ] [ Dog barking 🐕 ]
[ Outside the Public Bath of New York City Building where Red has taken up residence, Siya Malik sits in a parked car. She has been assigned to keep an eye on Red and let the task force know if anything develops. She watches the shadow of a man pacing back and forth inside the building ]
[ Ominous music playing ]
Siya: [ To herself ] What are you doing in there?
[ She eats from a bag of chips, drinks from a soft drink ] [ Bag crinkles ]
[ Siya sees Herbie Hambright approaching. Herbie has recently joined the Reddington task force, doing forensic analysis ]
Siya: Mm.
[ Siya opens the car door and calls out ]
Siya: Herbie! Hello! What are you doing here?
Herbie: I just came from watching Holly’s band play a gig downtown. She killed it, as usual. There were even some reviewers there. One from Punk Planet, and I think she said someone from Rolling Stone.
Siya: Impressive.
Herbie: Totally. But I-I thought I would check in on you while Holly was putting Sue to bed at the hotel. I’ll meet up with her later for some room service, maybe some kissing.
Siya: [ Laughs ] Are you wearing eyeliner?
Herbie: Yeah, it’s, um, de rigeur in the hard-core Klezmer scene.
Siya: Ah. I’m sure I wouldn’t know.
Herbie: Anyway, how is your little Reddington “Rear Window” stakeout going?
Siya: Far as I can tell he’s been inside for the last two and a half days. I keep watching his shadow walking back and forth across the windows.
Herbie: Well, at least we know where he is. That’s not nothing. Oh, before I go, I wanted to update you on the DNA research I’ve been doing since, you know, you found out that you and Meera Malik aren’t biologically related.
Siya: Did you find a match for my profile?
Herbie: Unfortunately, nothing pinged in any of the law enforcement databases that I have access to.
Siya: Even now, after I’ve had time to– digest the revelation, Meera still feels like my mother. I mean [ Scoffs ] look at me. I followed her footsteps into a career in intelligence. Why wouldn’t she tell me where I came from? Now it feels like I’m never gonna get any answers to any of it.
Herbie: Have you thought about asking Raymond for help? Knowing what I know about Red, I’d bet he knew Meera better than she knew he knew.
Siya: When I started on this task force, the first thing Agent Ressler warned me was not to get in debt to Reddington. It feels like a slippery slope I’m not sure I want to start sliding down.
Herbie: Well, all I know is that Red has been a huge help to me. On a lot of things. I should get back to the hotel. I don’t want Holly to just fall asleep with Sue.
Siya: Well, good luck with the kissing. I’ll be here – with my binoculars and BO.
Herbie: Yeah, you might want to crack a window.
[ Herbie gets out ]
Herbie: Bye.
Siya: [ Scoffs ]

 
[ Congressman Arthur Hudson‘s office ]
Congressman Hudson: Anything back from Senator Panabaker about Task Force 836?
Atkins: The Senator still isn’t returning, sir. I’ll try her office again.
Hudson: No, no. Don’t bother. Panabaker’s stonewalling. Let’s go around her. Reach out and schedule an appointment with Senator Dorf on the Appropriations Committee. Tell his aide it’s a matter of some urgency.
[ Atkins leaves ]
Hudson: [ Muttering to himself ] No task force should be operating with seemingly zero checks and balances.
[ He tries looking something up online ] [ Keyboard clacking ]
[ Buzzer 💤‼️] [ The screen reads, in flashing red, “Access Denied” ]
Hudson: [ To himself ] Where are you?
[ Atkins returns ]
Atkins: Senator Dorf wasn’t in. They’re going to call back, but they have nothing open for at least a month.
Hudson: Let’s do some research into Clayton Dorf. Maybe there’s another way to court his favor.

 
[ Tense music playing ]
[ Someone approaches the car, where Siya has fallen asleep ]
[ Knocking on car window ✽ ✽ ]
[ Siya wakes up and lowers the window ]
Red: Any security breaches I should know about?
Siya: You almost gave me a heart attack. I-I thought you were in there. W-Where’d you come from?
[ Red holds out a drink with a straw ]
Red: For you. Carrot-apple-ginger. Extra ginger. I’m just back from Aguascalientes, Mexico.
Siya: But the lights were going on and off. I-I saw shadows.
Red: Oh, that’s just a part-time employee of mine.
[ Red is carry a large sack with the tips of animal horns sticking out ]
Siya: What’s with the antlers?
Red: Why don’t you join me inside? I’ll whip up a little something for you to eat, and I’ll tell you all about them.
 

[ Flashback: ]
[ Young Meera Malik‘s apartment ]
[ Knock on door ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ]
[ Meera opens the door. Her partner, Nigel Sutton enters ]
[ Door closes ]
[ Nigel seems flustered or fearful. He peers out of the window, careful to not be seen ]
Meera: So, thanks to our exchange the other day, we finally secured an address for that sleazebag Minkov. He hasn’t just been funding the Tamil Tigers. It looks like a second temple bombing is being planned in a couple weeks. I feel like our next step should be–
Nigel: I’m not here to talk about next steps, Meera.
[ He turns to face her; his face is bruised and he has a black eye ]
Meera: Damn it. They got to you, didn’t they? I warned you that you were playing with fire, Nigel.
Nigel: Score one for Agent Malik. Maybe when you take a break from gloating, you can hear me out. I need a favor. I just– I need some money to cover what I can’t. $100,000.
Meera: I don’t have that kind of money.
Nigel: But you can get it. You’re smart and resourceful.You see something you want, you find a way to take it. Am I right?
Meera: I can’t believe you’re doing this.
Nigel: I wish I could find another way to get the money, but– I’ve exhausted all the means available to me. My director at MI6 didn’t entirely buy the story I fed him about how I got injured. Now he’s asking questions, watching my every move like I’m a bleeding cricket match. I need your help to get the Chechens off my back so this all goes away. I’m– I’m not gonna lose my job, my house, my family over a few bad calls, Meera.
[ Baby crying ]
Nigel: Sort of the way you wouldn’t want your bad calls affecting your job and family security, either.
[ Baby crying ]
Nigel: [ Almost threateningly ] Because that– That’d be a real shame at this stage in your career.
Meera: How soon do you need the money?
Nigel: Forty-eight hours. I’ll be in touch.
[ Door opens and closes ]
⋘⋙
[ Meera walks to the room where the baby is crying ]
[ Tense music playing ]
Meera: [ Sighs ] Shh. Siya. Oh, Mommy’s sweet Siya.
[ She picks up baby Siya ]
Meera: Hi, baby. It’s okay. Hi.

 
[ Inside the Public Bath building; Red’s current encampment ]
Siya: That was the best frittata I’ve ever tasted, and you made it with a hot plate and a toaster oven.
Red: Yes, well, thank you, but you’re only saying that because it’s the first real meal you’ve had in a couple of days.
Siya: Maybe. So why are you toting around an enormous set of– Well, I guess they’re actually horns.
Red: They’re bull horns. Not just any bull. Those belong to the legendary Islero. The Miura bull that killed Manolete.
Siya: I’m not familiar.
Red: The matador? Manolete? Perhaps the most mesmerizing bullfighter of all time? Sober in approach, if not in life, the man was a long-faced, heavy-hearted hero for the ages.
Siya: What draws a person to such an incredibly dangerous pursuit?
Red: You’re no stranger to dangerous living, Agent Malik.
Siya: Perhaps, but you’ll not see me dancing with a murderous, 500-kilo beast, poking it with sharp sticks.
Red: Manolete was a stoic guardian of tradition in the bullring. His father had been a matador. His uncle. A month before he died, Manolete told an interviewer, “They’re asking for more than I can give. Always more and more.” He longed to retire from the ring. But he returned. He went again to do the thing that he did better than anyone. And in the instant that he killed Islero, balancing on his toes, arching up and over the hot, steaming breath of ferocious death, the surgically precise plunge of his blade to the hilt, in that instant – Islero thrust his massive head just centimeters to the right and gored him. The closer a matador fights to the horns, the closer he is to his grave. I suppose in the end, Manolete found it easier to risk his life than to live a life without risk.
[ Contemplative music playing ]
Siya: So he died following his father’s ambitions.
Red: Some people do that.
Siya: Yeah. Agent Zuma told me you did a deep-dive into my mother’s background when she joined the Task Force all those years ago.
Red: As I do with anybody I’m going to work with. I did one for you.
Siya: Does that mean you know more about my mother than what’s in the heavily redacted files I’ve seen?
Red: Maybe what matters most, Siya, is what you already know. That you were loved and cared for by Meera and your stepfather. Un-redacting the past won’t change any of that.
Siya: Maybe not. But I’ve learned something I can’t un-learn. Meera wasn’t my biological mother. A fact she hid from me. Why?
Red: Now look who’s dancing with a murderous beast, poking it with sharp sticks.
Siya: Are you saying you won’t help me?
Red: Is that what you want? My help?
[ Siya’s cell phone rings ✨ ]
Siya: It’s Cooper.
[ Siya steps away ]
Siya: [ Answering ] Hello, sir.
Cooper: How are things going in New York? Have you been able to glean anything about what Reddington’s been up to?
Siya: I’m with Reddington now, sir.
Cooper: Has he mentioned re-engaging with us?
Siya: Not yet. He went to Mexico to retrieve some famous bull skull. Islero? I don’t know. Maybe it means something.
Cooper: It could mean something. Or it could simply be vintage Reddington. Stay with him and report back anything we might be able to use. We need to mind every P and Q until we put this situation with Congressman Hudson to bed. Thanks.

 
[ Congressman Arthur Hudson’s office. Atkins has been looking for a way for Hudson to meet with Senator Dorf on the Appropriations Committee ]
Atkins: I don’t know if this is the sort of information you’re after, but I found this story in DC Monthly from last summer. It’s an interview tracking a day in the life of Clayton Dorf. Turns out he loves Korean barbecue. Who knew?
Congressman Hudson: [ Chuckles ] Atkins, you’re a genius.

 
[ Red enters a room that looks like a set-up for an auction, with tables lined up and miscellaneous items arranged on them ]
[ Red sees an older woman ]
Red: Ah! The indomitable Ms. Mallet! You’re looking particularly well. What’s your secret?
Cynthia Mallet: Oh, thank you.
[ She plants loud kisses on each side of his face ]
Ms Mallet: Mwah. Mwah. It’s the edibles.
Red: [ Laughs ]
Ms Mallet: They take all the edges off. Care to try one? I think I have a sour watermelon gummy here in my bag.
Red: No. You save that for later, love. So, what have you got for me?
Ms Mallet: I brought all of the items you requested.
Red: I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you keeping everything safe for me all these years.
Ms Mallet: Are you joking? It’s been an honor to protect these little slices of world history.
[ She holds up a wooden box ]
Ms Mallet: The Senet gaming board.
[ Both chuckle ]
Ms Mallet: Left with corpses to entertain the dead.
Red: [ Chuckles ] From Amenhotep’s tomb. Discovered in one of his wives’ side chambers. [ Chuckles ] Of course, none of his wives were actually buried with him.
Ms Mallet: [ Chuckles ] Good call. Speaking of things going missing – Why are you unloading all of these treasures now? Has something changed in your world?
Red: Everything and nothing, my dear. No cause for concern. I just feel the need to be more discerning from here on out.
Ms Mallet: Hmm. Now, that I understand. The older I get, the less I desire.
Red: And the things you desire, you can’t live without.
Ms Mallet: Ha!
[ She pulls out an acrylic case containing a fragment of papyrus ]
Ms Mallet: Sappho’s “Tithonus” poem. Oh. [ She reads: ]

“My heart grows heavy;
My knees
Too weary to stand upon;
Though once
They could lift me and dance;
And could leap
As light as a fawn”

Ms Mallet: [ Laughs ] I feel seen all the way from the 3rd century BC. It’s just exquisite!
Red: Keep it.
Ms Mallet: Wha– What?
Red: Over the decades, you’ve been nothing but unfailingly loyal and gracious and funny.
Ms Mallet: Oh, my lamb! I will cherish this. Every single day. Twice a day.
Red: I know you will.
Ms Mallet: Thank you.
Red: You’re welcome.
Ms Mallet: I’m over the moon! I may need that gummy now to calm down.
Red: Cynthia, before I forget, the item we discussed on the phone. You reached out via the appropriate channels?
Ms Mallet: Oh, yes. My connections assured me that the elusive buyer you have in mind will be alerted to the piece’s availability, and hopefully, they’ll be unable to resist coming to see it in person.
Red: From your lips to their ears.
Ms Mallet: Mm-hmm!
Red: Grab that gummy.
Ms Mallet: Oh, right away. Three for you?
Red: [ Laughs ]
 

[ Flashback: ]
[ Hip-hop music playing ]
[ Meera enters a seedy bar. She approaches the Bartender ]
Meera: Where’s the nearest tube station?
Bartender: You can walk, luv, but it’s about 15 blocks.
Meera: That’s okay. I could use the exercise.
[ The Bartender nods slightly at Meera ]
[ Tricky’s ♫ “Black Steel” plays ]
[ ⬇ Go to Full Lyrics ] or [ ♪ Tap square below to play ♪ ]

♪ I got a letter from The government The other day– ♪

[ Meera goes to a back room. A man, Johnno, is sitting at a desk reading a tabloid ]
[ Buzzer sounds ]

♪ Opened it and read it It said they were suckers ♪
♪ They wanted me For their army or whatever ♪
♪ Picture me giving a damn I said never ♪
♪ Here is a land That never gave a damn ♪
♪ About a brother like myself Because they never did ♪
♪ I wasn’t with it But just that very minute ♪
♪ It occurred to me ♪
♪ That suckers Had authority– ♪

Meera: Thanks, Johnno. Just grabbing those headsets.
[ She signs on a log sheet ]

♪ How long has it been? ♪
♪ They got me sitting In the state pen ♪
♪ I gotta get out But that thought Was thought before ♪
♪ I contemplated a plan On the cell floor ♪
♪ I’m not a fugitive On the run ♪
♪ But a brother like me Begun to be another one ♪
♪ Public enemy serving time ♪
♪ They drew the line, y’all ♪
♪ They criticize me For some crime– ♪

[ Meera goes into an archive room and roots around. She pulls out a box and it falls, spilling its contents: bundles of bills ]
Meera: Damn it!
[ She puts some of the cash back into the box, the rest she puts into the large leather purse she is carrying ]
Johnno: [ Calling out ] You all right?
Meera: Yeah. Just a bit of a bungle. It’s fine. I’ve got it sorted.

♪ It occurred to me ♪
♪ The suckers had authority ♪

[ Meera leaves the archive. Johnno hasn’t looked up from the tabloid ]
Meera: See you next time. Go, Newcastle!
[ Johnno pumps his fist, still reading ]
[ Meera leaves. Door closes ]

 
[ In Red’s airplane. Red and Siya are flying somewhere ]
Red: Do you have your service weapon on you?
Siya: Always. Why?
Red: Give it to me.
Siya: There is zero chance of me being unarmed while whatever it is we’re doing.
Red: Who said anything about being unarmed?
[ Red brings out a steel-sided impact-resistant briefcase ]
[ Dramatic music playing ]
[ Inside the steel case are firearms, cushioned in foam padding ]
Red: See anything you like? Trust me, where we’re going, if things go sideways, you don’t want to discharge your government-issued firearm. By the way, on this journey your name will be Janet Grimm, like the fairy tales, if anyone asks.
[ Siya selects a firearm ]
Red: Good choice.
 

[ Flashback: ]
[ Young Meera’s apartment. Her partner, Nigel, is there again ]
Nigel: I don’t know what to say. The Chechens want more. “Interest” on the loan, apparently.
Meera: Of course they want more, Nigel. That’s how they operate. You of all people should know. This won’t be the last of it, either.
Nigel: Yes. Yes, it will. One final payment, and I’m certain all this will be behind me. Behind us.
Meera: There is no “us,” Nigel. I can’t help you anymore. You need to go to your MI6 supervisor. Come clean. End this now.
Nigel: I could do that, certainly, but it won’t just be my mess I come clean about.
Meera: [ Protesting ] You can’t prove I took that money.
Nigel: Never mind the money. Remember your little side-op in Kolkata? I do. Pretty significant breach of CIA ethics, wouldn’t you say? Put you at severe risk of compromise. The bosses would be none-too-pleased–
Meera: Enough! You’ve made your point.
[ Tense music playing ]
Nigel: Like it or not, Meera, we’re in this together. You have as much to lose as I do. Maybe more. Choose your next step wisely. My advice to you.

 
[ Edinburgh. Scotland ] [ Red and Siya are outside a stately building, with a stone edifice facing the street; black ironwork decorates the facade ]
Red: I won’t be a minute.
Siya: What am I supposed to do?
Red: Wait here. Shoot anybody who runs out.
Siya: Yeah, I’m not gonna do that.
Red: Suit yourself. Look alive!
[ Run runs up the steps into the building ]
[ Door closes ]
[ Moments later, a gunshot rings out 💥 ] [ Glass⚡️shatters ]
[ More gunshots 💥💥💥 ] [ One last 💥 and Red runs out, preposterously waving a sword ]
Red: Get a wiggle on, Janet!
[ Both run ]

 
[ Back on Red’s plane, he tosses the sword down ] [ Sword clangs ]
Siya: [ Sighs ] Are you gonna tell me how I came to be in the line of fire back there?
Red: Liam can be very disagreeable. But the fact is, he took my saber years ago. It was long past time for me to take it back.
Siya: We flew to Scotland for a sword?
Red: Saber. It belonged to Captain Lewis Nolan, who died in the Charge of the Light Brigade during the Crimean War.
Siya: [ Recites ] “Stormed at with shot and shell; Boldly they rode and well – ”
Red: [ Picks up ] “Into the jaws of death; Into the mouth of hell” — So you’re a fan of Tennyson.
Siya: My mother ⋘⋙ Meera loved him. Well, maybe she loved what knowing his work said about her.
Red: I suspect your mother came by her love of Tennyson quite sincerely.
Siya: What do you mean?
Red: I think– Meera was very familiar with the feeling of melancholy that also plagued Tennyson. She certainly felt the isolation of inhabiting a world she knew to be cruel. The lives of children in such a world. It takes tremendous fortitude to carry on when you can see what others cannot. And to find light within the shadows.
 

[ Flashback: ]
[ Young Meera Malik is meeting with her CIA supervisor, Regina Saint ]
Regina Saint: Our investigation is getting much closer to the money the Minkov crime organization is funneling into the Tamils’ terrorism in Sri Lanka. That’s in large part to your solid work. You should feel good about that.
Meera: Thank you, Ma’am.
Regina Saint: We now know where Minkov is holed up for the time being. I’d like you to set up a Black Bag job as soon as possible. Minkov has a standing massage appointment at Happy Feet in Kensington, every Tuesday at 2:00.
Meera: No problem. I’ll start putting that together now.
Regina: A quick word before you go.
Meera: Yes?
Regina: I’ve been hearing from my counterparts at MI6 that your partner Officer Sutton’s performance has been – erratic lately. Should we be concerned?
Meera: Uh– No, ma’am.
Regina: You haven’t noticed anything?
Meera: I think maybe he’s tired. Long hours and such. Even so, Nigel’s a surveillance expert. There’s no one I’d trust more on the Minkov job given our tight deadline.
Regina: Much ado about nothing then.
Meera: Seems so.
Regina: That said, it couldn’t hurt to have my MI6 counterparts do some digging.
Meera: Of course.
Regina: I’ll let you know what, if anything, we discover about Officer Sutton.

 
[ Zurich, Switzerland ]
[ Red and Siya enter the Office of Heinrich Wittelsbach. They walk past a large black dog, barking in a cage. Wittelsbach is an overweight man who is wearing a white lab coat ]
[ Dog 🐕 barking ]
[ Door opens ]
[ Tense music playing ]
Wittelsbach: Raymond Reddington. It’s been such a long time. I thought I’d never hear from you again.
Red: You won’t. Not after today.
[ Wittelsbach speaks German with a young woman named Liesl ]
Wittelsbach: Get the round ones with the jelly in the middle.
Liesl: Okay. Anything for the dog?
Wittelsbach: Like what?
Liesl: I don’t know. A biscuit?
Wittelsbach: Whatever. But hurry back, dear. The medication is going to take effect quickly …
[ He snaps his fingers loudly on either side of her head ]
Wittelsbach: … If it hasn’t already.
[ Liesl leaves ]
Wittelsbach: So, Raymond, it’s not like you to travel with a side dish. [ Referring to Siya ] Raymond, who is this sublime specimen?
Red: Never mind who she is. Do you have what I came for?
Wittelsbach: Yeah. Yeah, of course.
[ Drawer slides ] [ Wittelsbach hands Red an envelope ] [ Red holds out an envelope to Wittelsbach ]
Wittelsbach: On second thought, perhaps I accept her instead, if that suits?
Red: It doesn’t.
Wittelsbach: What a shame. I would kill to get my hands on that bone structu–
Red: –Careful.
[ Wittelsbach takes the envelope ] [ Dog 🐕 barking ]
Red: We have to get back to New York now. Heinrich, when I leave here, I’m going to give Freddy a call, and he’s gonna come by and get that dog. It should be in a proper home. I’m sure Freddy will be here within the hour. And if you or the dog aren’t here at that time, Freddy will go to the house and sit with your mother until you return. Now, considering there is nothing on Earth badder than Freddy, certainly not you, and not that poor dog, not even your miserable, horrible mother, Heinrich – please, please – don’t make Freddy lose his patience.
Wittelsbach: Don’t worry about me. Though I can’t speak for my mother.
[ Tense music playing ]
[ Dog 🐕 barking ] [ Door closes ]

 
[ Red and Siya are back in New York. They’re at the auction location where Red had earlier met with Cynthia Mallet (and gifted her the Sappho poem ) ]
Red: All right. Ah! Look! First customer of the day. Welcome! Is there anything in particular you’re looking for?
Early-Bird: I love that lamp!
Red: [ Laughs ]
Early-Bird: My Gran had one just like it! Is it expensive?
Red: Make me an offer.
Early-Bird: I can do $75 if it’s cash, or, at most, $125 if it’s a check.
[ Siya looks down, shakes her head ]
Red: Hmm. [ Inhales sharply ] I don’t think I can let it go at that, especially this early in the day. Can you bring it up a little, say, another hundred bucks?
Early-Bird: That’s a lot of money for a table lamp. I’m just looking for a little extra light in my crafting room.
Red: This lamp would be perfect for that.
Early-Bird: Yeah, but I could get a really nice, practical one at Cost Cutters for a quarter of the price.
Red: Right. Not stained glass, though.
Early-Bird: Well, yeah. Probably not. Yeah. And it works, right?
[ Red tugs the two pulls and voilà! ]
Early-Bird: Um. Hmm. Will you do – $200?
Red: Sold!
Early-Bird: Can I, uh, pick it up at the end of the day?
Red: Absolutely. Happy crafting!
[ Door opens and closes ]
Siya: You just sold an authentic Tiffany lamp for $200?
Red: I did.
Siya: Even $20,000 is a steal. Why didn’t you tell her what it is?
Red: Maybe she’ll discover it on her own. Imagine her delight then. The story she’ll tell for the rest of her life about finding a Tiffany lamp in some dusty garage sale in Bushwick, snagging it for a song.
Siya: Yeah, but what if she never learns where it came from? Its true provenance?
Red: What if—

 
[ A Korean barbeque restaurant. Congressman Arthur Hudson has tracked down Senator Clayton Dorf ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Congressman Hudson: [ Clears throat ] Senator Dorf.
Senator Dorf: Ah. Congressman–
Hudson: Hudson, sir.
Dorf: Right, right. Are you meeting someone here for lunch, Hudson? This place is well off the beaten path. I mean, it’s private. I’m surprised you even know it.
Hudson: [ Laughs ] I did my research. I was hoping to have a quick word on a matter of some importance. It’s about FBI Task Force number 836. May I sit?
Dorf: I sure wish you wouldn’t.
[ Hudson sits down anyway ]
Hudson: This Task Force is burning through budget, but I-I can’t seem to find anybody who knows anything about it. Who’s on it, what they’re doing, what their practices are. I mean, are you familiar with it?
Dorf: I don’t know, Hudson. I mean, I trust the FBI knows what they need better than you or I do. I mean, people don’t give a pig’s poke about budgets. People care about safety. And they’re happy to pay for the- the perception of being kept safe, whether they realize it not.
Hudson: Oh, I believe the taxpayer would care. It’s not part of ATF, DEA. Their numbers are astronomical and only getting bigger. Frankly, I’d like to find out what the hell we’re paying for, sir.
Dorf: A-Are you married, Hudson?
Hudson: Mm.
Dorf: Well, I am. And on advice of my wife, I don’t sweat the small stuff. And this sounds to me to be very, very small. So if you feel you must, set up something with my office, and we’ll talk about it then. But right now, I need to get back to this bulgogi before it goes cold.
Hudson: I’ve tried your office. You’re booked pretty tight. Look, nobody wins when power’s abused in the shadows.
Dorf: Good Lord. I– Why don’t we just cut the crap? Okay, what you’re really after are headlines. You want me to help you make a lot of noise about diddly-squat in a hearing so that you can suddenly come in and be the Boy Scout who rescues the Republic.
Hudson: I can assure you this isn’t about optics, sir. It’s purely accountability I’m after.
Dorf: Well, haven’t you heard? Accountability went out with The Macarena.
Hudson: Aren’t you even a little curious about where all that money is going, Senator?
Dorf: Huh? [ Sighs ]

 
[ Siya is still at the antique sale when Herbie calls ]
Herbie: Where in the world are you now?
Siya: Watching Reddington unload centuries of invaluable history at his own personal Antiques Roadshow.
Herbie: Just promise me you’ll tell me if he’s selling a Rocket-Firing Boba Fett.
[ Whimsical music playing ]
Siya: It’s not that kind of garage sale. Cooper sends me to keep tabs on Reddington, and what happens? I find myself on an impromptu world tour, intersecting with some truly dodgy characters. Have you ever heard of Heinrich Wittelsbach?
Herbie: Mm, no. What did Red want with him?
Siya: No clue. They swapped envelopes.
Herbie: Well, I know Red wouldn’t involve some dodgy guy unless there was some good reason. And, as for you, you’re doing the best you can. You’re supposed to stick with him, and you are. What happens while you do is no fault of yours.
Siya: Anyway, got to go.
Herbie: See ya, Siya.
 

[ Flashback: ]
[ Tense music playing ]
[ Nigel Sutton and Young Meera Malik are parked near the address for the head of the Minkov crime organization, which has been funneling money to support Tamil Tigers terrorism in Sri Lanka. The plan is to wiretap Minkov’s home while he is at his foot massage appointment ]
[ They watch as Minkov comes out the door, gets into his car and the chauffeur drives him away ]
Nigel: Hard to believe a guy like that likes foot massages.
Meera: Everybody likes foot massages, Nige.
Nigel: [ Chuckles ]
[ Nigel grabs his work bag ]
Meera: I’ll be on comms. Anything happens, I’ll send up the usual flare. You do the same.
[ Car door closes ]
[ Nigel enters the building ]

 
[ Red appears to be enjoying the auction. He hands an item to a customer ]
Red: $30. And here’s the $5. Enjoy.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Kathleen Sutton: Excuse me, sir. I was told to say that Ms. Mallet sent me.
Red: Yes! I– I have something I believe you’re looking for.
[ Red takes out an envelope, likely containing the item he bought from Heinrich Wittelsbach. Inside is a small item in an acrylic case ]
Mrs Sutton: Oh. Oh. “The Sicilian Error of Color.”
Red: [ Chuckles ]
Mrs Sutton: [ Chuckling ] I almost can’t believe my eyes. You know, I was stunned when my collector friend called to tell me the stamp had surfaced. Here it is before my very eyes. One of only two in the world.
Red: Imagine the Italian printer, 1859, who runs off a couple of postage stamps in blue ink instead of orange, and, boom, 160-something years later, one of the most lucrative printing errors in history.
Mrs Sutton: Yeah. Oh, my husband was obsessed with this stamp. It was his white whale. Or I suppose his blue whale.
[ Both laugh ]
Mrs Sutton: God rest his soul.
Red: I’m sorry for your loss.
Mrs Sutton: Oh, it was a while back now, but it still feels like yesterday that I lost him. My husband always said that stamps were humble and everyday – but then also these tiny works of art that could last forever. Kind of like marriages. ⋘⋙ Oh. Forgive me. You didn’t ask to hear our life story.
Red: Not at all. N-Not at all.
Mrs Sutton: Anyway, I, uh– I know I can’t afford what this stamp is worth. I just really wanted to see it in person after all this time. Oh. Perhaps I could take a photo of it?
Red: Oh, no, you should have more than a photograph of this. I’m prepared to offer it to you for a fraction of what it’s worth.
Mrs Sutton: Oh, no, don’t. I-I couldn’t even afford a fraction of a fraction.
Red: Could you afford, say, two?
Mrs Sutton: $2 million? Ha! No.
Red: How about $2,000?
Mrs Sutton: Last time it transacted, this stamp went for over a thousand times that.
Red: Did it. Well, I can’t imagine anybody else appreciating this stamp more than you. Buy it. Buy it. In honor of your husband.
 

[ Flashback: ]
Meera: Radio check?
Nigel: Read you loud and clear.
Meera: Copy. You already in?
Nigel: Affirmative.
[ Gentle music playing ]
[ Suddenly, Minkov’s car returns ]
Meera: Nigel, do you copy? Nigel!
Nigel: Copy. I’m here. Meera? Did you say something? Meera? Am I still clear? Meera?
[ She does not respond. She just looks on as the Minkov’s bodyguard goes inside ]
Nigel: All right. Well, one more turn of the screw.
[ Clattering ]
[ Man speaking Russian ]
[ Meera’s eyes tear up ]
Nigel, in English: Oh. Uh, pardon me.
[ Man shouting ‼️ in Russian ]
Nigel: Meera!
[ Gunshots 💥💥💥 ]

 
[ The Lumineers’ ♫ “My Cell” plays ]
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♪ My pretty little cell ♪
♪ My cell ♪
♪ My pretty little cell– ♪

[ Mrs Kathleen Sutton writes out a check and hands it to Red. Then she shows Red a photo of her husband, Nigel Sutton ]
Mrs Sutton: That’s him there.
Red: Handsome fellow.
Mrs Sutton: Oh. A true rogue.
Red: [ Chuckles ]
Mrs Sutton: Gave me a lot of grief with the stunts he pulled over the years. But– I wouldn’t have traded him for a dozen Gregory Pecks.
Red: [ Chuckles ]

♪ My cell ♪
♪ My pretty little cell– ♪

 

[ Flashback: ]
[ Meera is still in her car. She places a call ]
[ Line ringing stars✨]
Woman: Dispatch. What’s your status?
Meera: We have an emergency at 24 Grand Regent Circle. MI6 Officer Nigel Sutton is down, presumed gunshot wound. I repeat, my partner Nigel Sutton is down, and I’ve lost communication.
Woman: Copy. Code 471. Assistance on the way.

♪ All alone, all alone All alone, all alone ♪

 
[ Agnes has arrived with Cooper at the auction ]
Red: Hey! What a wonderful, if somewhat expected, surprise!
[ Big hug ]
Cooper: Agnes and I have a date with the Natural History Museum. And while we’re in New York, it only made sense to stop by and pay you a visit.
Red: Agent Malik no doubt providing the address. [ To Agnes ] Hi. I have something. So, this is the ball that Pelé used to score his very first World Cup goal. For you.
Agnes: Wow! Cool! Thanks, Pinky! Want to play?
Red: Siya, you’re up.
[ Siya and Agnes leave together ]
Red: Maybe a little of the Pelé magic will rub off on Agnes in her next game.
Cooper: We need to talk.
Red: Hold on. I almost forgot.
Cooper: I hope this has something to do with a new case.
Red: Far better than that, Harold. This has to do with your history as a Naval officer. I thought this might speak to you.
[ Red takes out a blueprint ]
Red: An original plan for the USS Constellation, one of the six original frigates commissioned for the US Navy, 1794.
Cooper: Are you okay, Raymond?
Red: You don’t like the gift?
Cooper: Oh, I like the gift. Very much. Thank you. But Agent Malik says that you’ve been traipsing around the globe collecting and then practically giving away some of your irreplaceable possessions. Is there something I should know?
Red: Just having a little fun, Harold. Remember fun? You get older, and you realize we make life so complicated when it doesn’t need to be. We complicate ourselves to death.
Cooper: That may be, but right now my world, the world of the Blacklist, is complicated. Made more so by your absence.
Red: Fret not, Harold. We’ll get back to business soon enough, I promise. In the meantime, rest easy. Agent Malik is here to keep watch.

 
[ Gentle music playing ]
[ Congressman Hudson’s office ]
Atkins: Senator Dorf is here. Should I show him in?
Hudson: Thank you, young lady.
[ Senator Dorf enters. Hudson is about to stand ]
Senator Dorf: No, don’t get up. Don’t get up. I-I’m not gonna be here long. I just dropped by to say I kind of like your style, Hudson.
Hudson: Sir?
Dorf: Unlike you, I am interested in optics. And hearings that expose government waste, they tend to play well in the media. They poll well, too, I’m told.
Hudson: Does this mean you’re going to raise my concerns to your committee?
Dorf: Oh, it means I’m gonna think about partnering with you and your little abacus of justice. So just send over everything you think I need to take a gander at, and we’ll get started.
Hudson: Thank you. Thank you, sir.
Dorf: All right.
Hudson: There’s no doubt something rotten’s going on around that Task Force. We’re gonna root it out.
Dorf: Yeah.

 
[ The Verve’s ♫ “Lucky Man” plays ]
[ ⬇ Go to Full Lyrics ] or [ ♪ Tap square below to play ♪ ]

♪ Happiness, more or less ♪
♪ It’s just a change in me Something in my liberty ♪
♪ Oh, my, my– ♪

[ Red has just completed a sale ]
Red: [ To customer ] And here you go.

♪ Happiness Coming and going– ♪

Red: Siya?

♪ And watch my fever grow ♪
♪ And I know Just where I am– ♪

[ Siya walks over to Red who gives her a check ]
Red: Here’s your percentage of today’s sales.
Siya: $2,000? You know I can’t accept this. I’m here doing a job. My job.
Red: Consider it a bonus for putting up with me. A bonus in more ways than one.
Siya: What do you mean?
Red: From what I’ve gathered, you’re dead set on pursuing this search into Meera Malik’s past and your own beginnings. Come what may, that check you’re holding in your hand will help open the door, should you choose to step through it.
[ On to the next thing, Red picks up a lamp with a green shade ]
Red: I can’t believe this didn’t sell. [ Chuckles ]

[ Flashback: ]
Regina Saint: We spent months isolating Minkov, and now we’re blown and he’s in the wind again. We have no idea when the attack on the temple will be. All because a simple surveillance plant went off the rails?
Meera: As soon as I saw the car, I tried to alert Officer Sutton that Minkov’s bodyguard had returned unexpectedly. I thought he heard me. H-He had to have. [ Sighs ] But he didn’t answer. Or maybe you were right. Maybe he was too distracted for the job. It’s my fault for insisting he could handle it. I should have done more. I should have gone in. I’m so sorry. His poor wife.

♪ Happiness Coming and going– ♪

Regina Saint: I’m recommending you take a leave for 21 days. Spend some quality time with that sweet baby, Siya. Talk to someone. The department will launch the requisite inquiry, but as far as I can tell, I doubt we will find anything you could have done to prevent the death of Nigel Sutton.

 
Cooper: I’m gonna need to keep you on Reddington detail a bit longer.
Siya: I figured.
Cooper: You don’t necessarily have to go through every door he goes through. But you do have to be there when he comes out. For what it’s worth, he seems to have a genuine respect for you. It feels – protective almost.
Siya: Can’t say I felt especially protected in Edinburgh.
Cooper: Well, like I said, your safety comes first. Just do what you can to keep eyes on him.
Siya: I will. Give my best to the team.

♪ Oh, my, my ♪
♪ It’s just a change in me Something in my liberty ♪
♪ Oh, my, my, my, my ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Oh, my, my, my, my, my ♪

[ Siya looks at the $2000 check. It is the check Red got from Mrs Sutton ]
Siya: Who are you, Mrs Kathleen Sutton? And what on earth do you have to do with me?
[ Dramatic music playing ]

 
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♫ Roads
By Portishead

[Verse 1]
♪ Oh
Can’t anybody see
We’ve got a war to fight
Never find our way
Regardless of what they say

[Chorus]
♪ How can it feel this wrong?
From this moment
How can it feel this wrong?

[Verse 2]
♪ Storm in the morning light
I feel, no more can I say
Frozen to myself
I got nobody on my side
And surely that ain’t right
Surely that ain’t right

[Verse 1]
♪ Oh
Can’t anybody see
We’ve got a war to fight
Never find our way
Regardless of what they say

[Chorus]
♪ How can it feel this wrong?
From this moment
How can it feel this wrong?

[Chorus]
♪ How can it feel this wrong?
From this moment
How can it feel this wrong?

[Verse 1]
♪ Oh
Can’t anybody see
We’ve got a war to fight
Never find our way
Regardless of what they say

[Chorus]
♪ How can it feel this wrong?
From this moment
How can it feel this wrong?

🎹 Return to where this song occurs in script above
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♫ Black Steel (variation of Black Steel in the Hour of Chaos)
Orig by Public Enemy (Sung by Tricky)

♪ I got a letter from the government the other day
Opened and read it, it said they were suckers
They wanted me for their army or whatever
Picture me giving a damn, I said never

♪ Here is a land that never gave a damn
About a brother like myself because they never did
I wasn’t with it, but just that very minute
It occured to me the suckers had authority

♪ Cold sweatin’ as I dwell in my cell, how long has it been?
They got me sittin’ in the state pen
I gotta get out but that thought was thought before
I contemplated a plan on the cell floor

♪ I’m not a fugitive on the run
But a brother like me began to be another one
Public enemy servin’ time, they drew the line y’all
They criticize me for some crime

♪ I got a letter
I got a letter
I got a letter
Picture me giving a damn, I said never

♪ It occured to me the suckers had authority

♪ Cold sweatin’ as I dwell in my cell, how long has it been?
They got me sittin’ in the state pen
I gotta get out but that thought was thought before

♪ I got a letter from the government the other day
Opened and read it, it said they were suckers
They wanted me for their army or whatever
Picture me giving a damn, I said never

♪ Here is a land that never gave a damn
‘Bout a brother like me and myself because they never did
I wasn’t with it, but just that very minute
It occured to me the suckers had authority

♪ Cold sweatin’ as I dwell in my cell, how long has it been?
They got me sittin’ in the state pen
I gotta get out but that thought was thought before
I contemplated a plan on the cell floor

♪ I’m not a fugitive on the run
I’m not a fugitive on the run

♪ Many switch in
Switch on, switch off
Many switch in
Switch on, switch off
Many switch in
Switch on, switch off
Many switch in
Switch on, switch off
Many switch in
Switch on, switch off

♪ Nevertheless they cannot understand that I’m a black man
And I could never be a veteran
On the strength, the situation’s unreal
I got a raw deal, so I’m lookin’ for the steel
Lookin’ for the steel

♪ I got a letter from the government the other day
Opened and read it, it said they were suckers
They wanted me for their army or whatever
Picture me giving a damn, I said never

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YouTube: https://youtu.be/9ZJTM03UByU

 


 

♫ My Cell
By The Lumineers

♪ Falling in love is wonderful
Falling in love is so alone
My cell
My pretty little cell

♪ Painted windows there for me
Painted windows so I can see

♪ Falling in love is wonderful
Falling in love is so alone
My cell
My pretty little cell

♪ Painted windows so I see
Painted windows are for me

♪ My cell
My pretty little cell
My cell
My pretty little cell
My cell
My pretty little cell
My cell
My pretty little cell

♪ All alone, all alone, all alone, all alone
All alone, all alone, all alone, all alone

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♫ Lucky Man
By The Verve

[Verse 1]
♪ Happiness, more or less
It’s just a change in me, something in my liberty
Oh, my, my
Happiness, coming and going
I watch you look at me, watch my fever growing
I know just where I am

[Pre-Chorus]
♪ But how many corners do I have to turn?
How many times do I have to learn
All the love I have is in my mind?
[Chorus 1]
Well, I’m a lucky man
With fire in my hands

[Verse 2]
♪ Happiness, something in my own place
I’m stood here naked, smiling, I feel no disgrace
With who I am
Happiness, coming and going
I watch you look at me, watch my fever growing
I know just who I am

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