We hear RESTLESS VOICES. Screaming children. The swell of a
hundred fighting languages tells us we’re stuck in line at...
INT. U.S. CUSTOMS - DAY
The place is packed. Smells like travel. Among this dizzy
mob, one very composed American commands our attention. He
approaches the window and opens his passport --
-- Meet RAYMOND “RED” REDDINGTON (55). Dignified. Worldly.
He wears a perfectly tailored suit and carries himself with
a sense of purpose.
Where you been, sir?
And where we headed?
Red smiles. His confidence is magnetic. As the agent STAMPS
his passport, Mel Torme’s driving “Comin’ Home Baby” sends us
EXT. WASHINGTON, D.C. - DAY
We dance through the capitol city. The National Mall. The
Lincoln Memorial. The pace is energetic and bright as --
-- Red is chauffeured through the city by A MAN IN A GREY
FLANNEL SUIT. Passing monuments reflect in the glass of his
limo as Red rolls down the window, drinks in his hometown.
ON PENNSYLVANIA AVENUE...
Red steps from the car. Finds himself standing in the shadow
of a daunting concrete structure. He looks up, delighted to
see the words etched in the facade: J. Edgar Hoover Building.
INSIDE F.B.I. HEADQUARTERS...
Red strides through the lobby with purpose. He’s been here
before. Belongs here. Finds his way to a FEMALE GUARD at
the security desk.
Good afternoon. I’m here to see
Assistant Director Harold Cooper.
Do you have an appointment?
Tell him it’s Raymond Reddington.
The Guard scowls and calls upstairs. Red waits. Takes in
the details around him; the bulletproof glass, the American
flag, the display of the “Ten Most Wanted” on the lobby wall.
Red takes off his jacket, folds it neatly, and places it on
the ground next to his briefcase.
The Female Guard listens to the voice on the other end of the
line, watching Red as --
-- he lowers himself to his knees over the F.B.I. seal in the
terrazzo floor. A passing AGENT sees this. Looks uneasy.
The poor Guard on the phone can hardly comprehend what she’s
hearing. She follows Red’s eyes. Sees what Red sees. He’s
staring at a picture of HIS OWN FACE among...
THE TEN MOST WANTED.
Red CLASPS HIS HANDS behind his head. Closes his eyes. The
Guard calls for backup, but before she can muster the words --
-- ALARMS SOUND. METAL CURTAINS drop over the windows.
The entire F.B.I. goes into ‘LOCKDOWN’ as F.B.I. POLICE swarm
Red, WEAPONS drawn and SCREAMING into their radios.
But Red’s calm. Proud perhaps. As he’s thrown to the ground
his expression tells us this is a day Red has anticipated for
years. We DRIFT UP, over the chaos, past the American flag.
The F.B.I.’s NUMBER FOUR MOST WANTED has just surrendered.
INT. FT. MEADE / N.S.A. - SAME
A winded STAFFER rushes into a packed boardroom. Pulls aside
ASSISTANT DIRECTOR OF COUNTERTERRORISM, HAROLD COOPER (52).
He’s worn by life. A natural cynic. The Staffer whispers.
How is that even possible?!
INT. ROOFTOP / F.B.I. HEADQUARTERS - SAME
A Sikorsky S-76 lands and delivers Cooper who is met by AGENT
DONALD RESSLER (42), square-jawed and seasoned. This job is
his life. They duck the rotors, shouting over the chopper --
Ressler. Washington Field office.
I’m the case agent on Reddington.
When did this happen?
Under an hour ago.
We confirm it’s actually him?
It’s him alright. Prints match.
Tattoos. He even volunteered
classified details about our
Brussels mission in ‘08.
What happened in Brussels?
Sir? We tried to kill him, sir.
INT. SECURITY NEST / F.B.I. - SAME
F.B.I. TECHs sit behind glowing control panels. Monitors
cover the walls. The screens depict various angles of Red
chained to the floor. Cooper nears a monitor, captivated.
Christ, it really is him.
He turns to the glass and approaches Ressler. They watch Red
like a fish in a jar. Even in captivity, Red carries himself
with unquestionable presence.
Came in with a briefcase containing
every alias he’s ever used. Most
of ‘em we’ve never heard of.
What’s he want?
Don’t know. Won’t talk. The guy’s
a goddamned stone.
Cooper watches Red, unsettled, as we hear --
Raymond “Red” Reddington grew up
the son of an army brat...
Scene 2 - Introducing the Concierge of Crime
INT. WAR ROOM - SAME
Ressler briefs a packed room of agents, analysts and legal
staffers. CLASSIFIED IMAGES fill giant monitors overhead.
...he attended West Point. Top of
his class. By thirty he was an
intelligence officer in the Army.
Made Captain. Military Liaison
Officer to the N.S.A.
It’s a life in photos, the American Dream.
Then, in 1990, Reddington’s headed
home to see his wife and daughter
for Christmas. He never arrived.
We see CRIME SCENE PHOTO of a snow covered hatchback on a
desolate mountain road.
His vehicle was discovered along a
stretch of highway thirty-three in
the Allegheny Mountains. Christmas
gifts for his wife and kid in the
back of the car.
We see snapshots of SEARCH PARTIES and NEWSPAPER HEADLINES.
There were searches. Candle light
vigils. No answers. This guy up
and disappeared from the face of
The screens go dark, then reignite with a single surveillance
photo of a GHOSTLY IMAGE; a bearded shadow of a man.
...until four years later when U.S.
military secrets started turning up
in South Asia. The leak was traced
to Reddington. Turns out he was
trading military strategies with
New Delhi; brokering arms deals for
the North Koreans. Four years
after going AWOL, this decorated
soldier re-emerges as an enigma.
We’re struck with a barrage of CLASSIFIED PHOTOS. Red in
secret meetings and exotic countries. The birth of a legend.
His military background would lead
you to believe he’s some sort of
spy, but he’s not. This guy’s an
equal opportunity offender; a
“facilitator” of sorts who’s built
an enterprise brokering deals for
fellow criminals. We know he’s
orchestrated the assassinations of
federal inmates, laundered money
for the mob, and bought judges only
to have them killed. Last year, he
personally negotiated a month long
cease-fire between the la Familia
drug cartel and the Calderon
government. He has no country. No
political agenda. Best we can tell
Reddington’s only allegiance is to
the highest bidder.
They call him something. In the
The Concierge of Crime.
We linger on an eerie photo of Red. Eyes locked on us.
INT. SECURITY NEST - DAY
Ressler and Cooper are little more than silhouettes looking
through the window, watching Red in his interrogation cell.
Call Lab Services. Have them fit
him with a VeriChip RFID tag.
You think he’s going somewhere?
Not on my watch.
Scene 3 - Red Surrenders and Offers Information
INT. INTERROGATION CELL - DAY
Red watches ARMED AGENTS escort a DOCTOR into his cell. The
Doctor loads a small CHIP, the size of a grain of rice, into
a digital syringe. Injects the device into Red’s shoulder.
IN THE SECURITY NEST...
A SCANNER lights up. Beeps twice.
As Red’s cell is vacated, the agents discuss what’s next.
Red rubs his shoulder. Turns to a SECURITY CAMERA --
(on the monitor)
It appears someone with the
authority to make decisions has
arrived. Good to see you again,
-- the control room realizes Red is speaking to them through
the security monitors. Cooper turns. The room falls silent.
We need to move quickly and I know
you have many questions, so let’s
begin with the most important one:
why I’m here.
We INTERCUT between the agents and Red, who speaks through
the camera like some Orwellian tyrant. Red stands.
I’m going to help you capture a
criminal you don’t know exists.
What’s he talking about?
Turn it up.
Of course, you’re familiar with his
crimes. Counterintelligence is
monitoring his criminal enterprise
through the Patriot Act, the Hague
wants him for war crimes, CIA calls
him the Serbian Ghost.
I can tell you his real name is
Ranko Zamani. You want him. I
want him. Let’s say that for the
moment our interests are aligned.
Cooper can’t believe what he’s hearing --
Feed this through to the Assistant
A.G. of Counterterrorism.
Get Main Justice on the phone.
With a few keystrokes, an ANALYST brings up the dossier of
RANKO ZAMANI. Classified details unfold on the monitors.
(off his computer)
...Ranko Sinisa Zamani. Serbian
National. Educated in the U.S.
Key player in the Yugoslav wars...
Zamani’s a gaunt little man. Haunting eyes. He wears a rash
of CHEMICAL BURNS on his neck and jaw. Red continues to fill
in details about Zamani as --
-- an ANALYST beckons Cooper and shows him a classified file
on his monitor. Cooper turns. Walks directly into...
RED’S INTERROGATION CELL.
Agent Cooper, you’re not trained in
I don’t know what you think is
gonna happen here, but this --
I’m giving you Zamani.
Ranko Zamani died twelve years ago.
He’s a non-existent threat.
And you believe that?
It’s a fact. Serbian courts had
him declared dead in 2008.
Then a dead man just stepped off
United 283 from Munich to Dulles.
Cooper’s expression goes flat as we SMASH CUT TO:
INT. DULLES INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - SAME
Agents are escorted through the terminal by airport police.
IN THE CONTROL ROOM...
POLICE annex flight manifests. Roll back security footage.
Agents freeze-frame an image of a man who’s little more than
a twisted shadow. His eyes just catch the camera. Ranko
Zamani. The Serbian Ghost.
...entered the country under the
name Sacha M. Chacko.
INT. WAR ROOM / F.B.I. - SAME
Images of Zamani flip across screens as STAFF LAWYERS and
ANALYSTS scramble to reconstruct what they know. Like a
buzzing newsroom, the stream of incoming intel is constant.
Cleared customs at 10:56 AM.
Counterintelligence has financial
indicators Red helped Zamani flee
Cairo in February of ‘03 --
Ressler storms into the room, voice booming.
Okay, listen up, people. The lab
just pulled a latent print off an
airline arm rest. Nine points of
comparison. Zamani’s alive.
Number Four does not surrender to
settle a score. I wanna know what
these two are planning; scour every
phone record, every bank account.
Somebody tell me what is going on.
Scene 4 - Reddington and Cooper's Interrogation
INT. INTERROGATION CELL / F.B.I. - MOMENTS LATER
Agent Cooper sits down across from Red. Every camera in the
nest is rolling.
You have my attention.
Will you admit you were wrong?
I was wrong.
Yes, you were wrong. Certainly not
the first time. Now, I’ll give you
Zamani, but first --
No ‘but firsts’. You don’t decide
anything. I’m in charge. All you
do is talk.
Agent Cooper, you’ve overestimated
your authority. I don’t trust you.
I don’t even like you. I said I’ll
help you find Zamani, and I will,
but from this point forward there’s
one very important rule:
I only speak with Elizabeth Keen.
IN THE SECURITY NEST...
The agents blink in confusion. Glances are exchanged.
Who the hell is Elizabeth Keen?
So we SMASH CUT TO:
Scene 5 - The Morning Chaos
INT. DARK BEDROOM - DAWN
A golden retriever licks the face of a SLEEPING WOMAN. She
pushes the dog away and squints at the blinking alarm clock.
Lays back down. Suddenly JOLTS OUT OF BED as --
-- her dazed HUSBAND sits up on his elbows.
Lizzy, what’s going on?
Power went out. I’M LATE.
A SERIES OF FAST CUTS ignite the day. Shower on. Toaster
loaded. Steam is wiped from the bathroom mirror and we’re
given our first good look at --
-- ELIZABETH KEEN (36). She’s worked out. The body of a
dancer. Spirit of a fighter. Shades of a rebellious gutter
punk past. Liz brushes her teeth.
I missed my bus, babe. I’m gonna
need to take the car.
IN THE KITCHEN...
Liz quickly fumbles through the fridge. Her husband, Tom
(40), stumbles into view. Tom’s easy going. The emotional
glue. Not so good at mornings. He hops into a leg of his
pants, heart racing, as --
You can’t take the car. I need the
car. Field trip committee.
We’re out of milk.
I can drive you.
Liz closes the refrigerator door to find Tom standing there
with TWO TOURISM BROCHURES, one in each hand.
Air and Space or the National Zoo?
Liz flicks the zoo brochure.
Zoo’s gender neutral.
Is this pee?! I’m standing in pee.
He’s your dog too.
IN THE BEDROOM...
Liz yanks off her socks. Checks the time.
(calling out / hurried)
I’m gonna smell like a urinary
tract infection on my first day.
-- can’t hear you. Remember, we
have the last adoption meeting
IN THE KITCHEN...
Tom scrapes the burnt char from a piece of toast and takes a
giant bite. He hands the other half to Liz who buzzes past,
takes a bite, grabbing her purse as --
You heard me, right? One-thirty?
One-thirty. Last meeting. Make or
break. Don’t worry about me, babe,
I’ll take the train from work and
meet you there.
I’m in the car.
As Tom disappears into the hall, Liz tosses the burnt toast
to the dog. She opens the fridge. Grabs an apple.
You got the keys?
In my pocket.
I got your coffee.
These two are good. In locked-sync step.
OUTSIDE THEIR BROWNSTONE...
Liz vaults down the steps, apple in her teeth. She stops
when she sees Tom standing by their car watching her.
I forget something?
Tom smiles, marveling.
We both woke up seven minutes ago.
My shirt’s on backwards and my eyes
can barely focus. You’re dressed,
composed and as beautiful as you
were the day we met.
I’m forgetting something.
Tom pulls LIZ’S F.B.I. BADGE from behind his back. Almost
forgot it. As she pockets the badge we realize LIZ IS AN
F.B.I. AGENT. She steps closer. Looks into her Tom’s eyes.
You know I’m not going to let this
job come between us and our family.
We want a family, we’re gonna have
a family. Today’s the day.
We can do this.
He holds her eyes.
I’m proud of you, Lizzy. You
worked hard for this. Nervous?
No. I’m good. I just don’t want
any more big surprises today.
Tom pulls Liz close and they KISS, but their embrace is
interrupted by a low, THUNDEROUS RUMBLE. Leaves rustle. The
rumbling SWELLS as they look overhead to see --
-- a HELICOPTER rising over their brownstone. POLICE CARS
emerge out of nowhere. JUMP the curb. Cordon off a large
area of the park across the street where the chopper lands.
Agent Ressler exits, running toward Liz.
He flashes his BADGE. Liz blinks in disbelief.
Donald Ressler. Washington Field
Office. I need you to come with me
Liz holds out her finger, dangling the keys to Tom.
I don’t think I’ll need the car.
CUT TO BLACK.
END OF TEASER
Scene 6 - The Surrender
INT. HELICOPTER (MOVING) - DAY
We drift over WASHINGTON. Liz watches in total bewilderment
as the city floats under her feet. Ressler hands her a set
of headphones which she puts on to hear --
The fugitive. Number Four. How do
you know each other?
She adjusts the headphones, confused.
I’m sorry, I woke up late. Power
went off. I’m a little... punchy.
When was your last contact?
Ressler squints. Who else?
What? No. Why would you think --
the man’s been at large since I was
in a training bra. We studied his
(re: the ground below)
Is that the White House? This is
You never met.
Of course, not. Most psychologists
could only dream of interviewing a
guy like Reddington.
Well, congratulations. Your dream
is about to come true.
Off Liz’s disbelief we JUMP TO:
INT. F.B.I. HEADQUARTERS - SAME
Liz tries to match Ressler’s stride as F.B.I. POLICE escort
them into the belly of the bureau.
This must be some sort of mistake.
I’ve never even -- I’m sorry, you
said Reddington surrendered? Why?
We’re working on that.
She stops. He turns.
You’re telling me this guy’s eluded
the F.B.I. for over twenty-five
years, and he’s suddenly decided to
give himself up to chat with me?
Consider yourself flattered.
INT. COOPER’S OFFICE / F.B.I. - SAME
Liz sits in silence with THREE AGENTS. Ressler and Cooper
enter. They’ve been talking. Cooper sits across from Liz.
Harold Cooper. Assistant Director
Yes, sir. I know who you are, sir.
Wanna tell us what’s gong on?
Nobody notices how Liz clutches her right hand into a fist;
nervously opening and closing the grip, running her fingers
against the skin of her palm.
I’ve been vetted by the agency like
everyone else. Same background
checks. Psych profiles. I’m sure
OPR’s trolling my digital footprint
right now, and I can tell you what
they’ll find. Nothing. I have no
history with Reddington.
Cooper watches Liz. Isn’t convinced.
They tell me today’s your first day
as a profiler.
Yes. Reassigned from New York.
Graduated Quantico last month.
Who are you? What does he see?
Profile Elizabeth Keen.
Oh, uhm. Well..
I’ve been with the Bureau for four
years; head of the Mobile Emergency
Psych Unit in New York. Worked
bank robberies, murder, extortion --
We’ve read your resume.
Liz looks trapped for a moment. Uneasy silence. Then
something clicks and it’s as if another woman emerges --
My colleagues call me ‘sir’. They
think I’m a bitch. Like most kids
who raise themselves, I display
narcissistic behavior. I can be
-- she speaks with complete transparency.
Despite, or perhaps because of my
past, I have a deep yearning to
understand the criminal mind. I’m
board certified in forensic
psychology, and yet I’m under the
delusion I can erase my childhood
by having kids of my own. All this
manifests itself in the occasional,
regrettable, fit of anger.
The agents are speechless. Liz blinks. Feels naked.
Do you find it odd Reddington
surrendered himself the same day
you started working as a profiler?
It suggests he was waiting for me.
Why you specifically?
Because I’m new. He thinks I can
be easily manipulated. Obviously,
the man doesn’t know me very well.
There’s a strength within this woman that’s undeniable.
Scene 7 - Red's Deal
INT. WASHINGTON FIELD OFFICE / F.B.I. - SAME
Liz, Cooper and Ressler are escorted through a series of SCIF
checkpoints. Through the most secure areas of the Bureau and
They wind their way through a maze of monitors, techs, and
control boards. This is mission control and the room from
which Red is carefully monitored.
The techs and support staff FALL SILENT as Liz moves through
their space. We sense their collective respect; like Romans
watching a gladiator enter the Coliseum.
Cooper and Liz stop before a steel door.
If you need anything, remember,
we’re right here.
This doesn’t give Liz comfort. Suddenly, a chest-rattling
ALARM sounds. Hydraulic locks disengage. Liz steps into...
A MASSIVE AUDITORIUM.
State of the art. Impenetrable. At the center of this dark
room is a small, BULLETPROOF PRISON TUBE. Red sits alone
under the hot lights. He sees Liz and he rises. Her heart
pounds as she steps inside...
RED’S CONTAINMENT CELL.
Agent Keen. What an honor.
He extends his hand like a boy on a date. Liz keeps her arms
folded and tries to project confidence. Drags the only other
chair in the cell to Red’s side of the table --
I heard you wanna talk.
-- she sits. Red is captivated. We INTERCUT with the Hive
as everyone watches the monitors in silence.
Red can’t take his eyes off of Liz.
You’re the one who surrendered.
Made all the demands. Asked me
here. I’m here.
You got rid of your highlights.
Much less Baltimore. Do you get
back home much?
She tries not to look surprised by this.
Tell me about Zamani.
I haven’t been home in years.
Liz feigns a smile. Takes a moment. She needs to establish
she’s the alpha dog here.
Your wife, Ellen, you know she
lights a candle every Christmas
Eve. Still mourns the day you
disappeared even though she knows
No way you’d come back after twenty-
five years, face the life you left,
everyone you betrayed, in order to
settle some grudge.
Perhaps it’s a sizable grudge.
Why involve me? I’m nobody. First
day. Nothing special about me.
Oh, I think you’re very special.
He says it in an weirdly erotic way. Liz flicks a glance at
the agents behind the glass. Her discomfort betrays her.
Within the hour, Ranko Zamani will
abduct the daughter of U.S. General
David Ryker. His team will use an
EM pulse bomb to create a diversion
and grab the girl. If you don’t
move quickly she will die. That’s
what I know.
And how do you know this?
Because I’m the one who got Zamani
into the country.
I should believe you?
Of course not. I’m a criminal.
Criminals are liars. Everything
about me is a lie.
But if anyone can give me a second
chance, it’s you. The two of us
have overcome so much.
Liz leans back. Doesn’t like this.
I mean, look at you. Abandoned by
a father who was a career criminal.
A mother who worked two jobs,
despite her addiction, to keep you
in school, out of juvenile court.
You practically raised yourself.
And yet here you are, about to make
a name for yourself, about to catch
I’m gonna make you famous, Lizzy.
Don’t call me Lizzy.
She says it with force, but she’s screaming inside.
We both know the past does not
equal the future. You’ve learned
from your experiences, they’ve
given you tremendous insight.
That’s why you’re gonna believe me.
Off Red’s lewd smile we SLAM CUT TO:
THE HIVE - SECONDS LATER
Liz BURSTS through the door. Shoulders past Cooper and goes
directly to Ressler.
What did you tell him?
Then how did he know those things?
Private things? About my family?!
Why didn’t your father’s criminal
record show up in your background
report? You told us he --
She turns to Cooper.
I think we should contact the SWAT
commander at Quantico; roll a team
to the girl’s school.
Nonsense. He’s bluffing.
He’s establishing his value.
I’ve been the field agent on this
guy for eight years, trust me --
-- and eight years got you what?
You asked me here. You asked my
opinion. So here it is: that girl
is gonna be taken.
Cooper considers this. Wheels turning.
Roll HRT to the school. Call
Bolling AFB Command, patch us
through to General Ryker.
Scene 8 - The Calm Before the Storm
INT. WOMEN’S RESTROOM - SAME
Liz steps into a stall and closes the door. Needs a minute
to gather herself. She takes a few calming breaths before --
BAMM... BAMM... BAMM...
-- she SLAMS HER FIST into the wall of the stall repeatedly.
Raw unchecked energy. Liz falls back. Making that habitual
rolling fist; running her fingers against her palm until she
grabs her phone. Dials her husband.
Lizzy, hey, What’s going on? I’ve
been wanting to call, but --
I need to hear your voice.
What’s with the helicopter?
The helicopter was nothing. I just
had an interview with -- I can’t
even tell you. Classified. This
entire day is classified. I flew
over the White House!
Over the what?!
I’m telling you, they gave me Level
Four clearance. Insane. I just
interviewed the number four... I
met with the Assistant Director...
Okay. Breathe. Just breathe.
If you knew half the things --
I can’t. Remember? Classified.
Those things, they don’t matter
because you’re gonna be amazing.
Tell me I can do this.
Lizzy, when have you ever failed?
This lands with her. Calms her.
I don’t deserve you. I promise
I’ll make this up to you, let’s
take tonight and --
The stall door flies open and Liz finds herself standing face
to face with Ressler, chest heaving --
What are you doing with that phone?
We’re on a SCIF floor. You can’t --
Gotta go, babe.
-- she clicks the phone off.
You put on a great show in there.
Sounded real smart. But you better
pull yourself together because you
just called in the calvary. HRT.
SWAT. This is your show now. Your
neck on the line.
He yanks a strip of toilet paper. Puts it in Liz’s hand.
Wipe your nose. We’re all waiting.
CUT TO BLACK.
END OF ACT ONE
INT. PENTAGON - DAY
A MARINE in dress blues moves through the Defense Department
headquarters, past security, and into a room full of GENERALS
gathered around a table. The men turn as --
-- GENERAL DAVID RYKER stands. Ryker (50’s) is a Four Star
General. Distinguished. Fierce. The Marine salutes.
Sir. We have a situation, Sir.
It’s about your daughter.
INT. HOLTON-ARMS PRIVATE SCHOOL - SAME
SWAT teams storm the hallways as classrooms are evacuated.
Children everywhere. Teachers direct kids into --
THE PARKING LOT
-- where AGENTS pile out of suburbans and into the SEA OF
CHILDREN. Pandemonium. A thousand little girls in plaid
skirts and sweaters.
What the hell happened?
Campus security freaked, saw SWAT
and activated the emergency plan.
Where’s the girl?
Agents sort through the faces as Liz searches for --
Beth?! I’m looking for Beth Ryker!
-- a teacher rushes BETH RYKER (8) toward Liz. Beth is an
angel with two missing teeth. Bright eyes. Heart pounding.
Liz takes her hand. Races toward the closest SUBURBAN. She
can’t find Ressler, but there’s no time. A SWAT AGENT lifts
the girl into the suburban and Liz dives in behind. Motions
Scene 9 - The Bridge Attack
EXT. WASHINGTON - SAME
Liz’s suburban rolls through the city. We INTERCUT between
the vehicles. Ressler and Liz are now separated. It wasn’t
planned this way, but the girl’s safe. SWAT teams trail in
IN LIZ’S SUBURBAN...
The little girl stares at the fully armed SWAT Agent seated
across from her. His radio crackles.
Target onboard. Notify McNair.
Copy. You have an HRT escort.
Beth’s eyes well with tears as --
Can you turn that thing off?
-- the little girl starts CRYING.
Hey. You’re okay.
Is my Daddy hurt?
Oh, no. Your Daddy’s fine. We’re
on our way to see him right now.
Hey, your name’s Beth, right? I’m
Beth. Elizabeth. My friends call
My Daddy has a pin like that.
She’s looking at the AMERICAN FLAG PIN on Liz’s lapel --
I bet Daddy has lots of medals.
-- Liz sees the caravan is crossing the Potomac. They pass
over the massive WOODROW WILSON BRIDGE, escaping Washington.
To get a pin like this you gotta be
really brave, like your Dad. Like
you were back there.
Liz removes the pin from her lapel and pins it on Beth’s
sweater. Beth touches the pin. It reflects the sunlight.
She forgets her tears as --
-- Beth looks at her own CHARM BRACELET. Kiddie jewelry. A
trinket from a gum ball machine. She takes it off and starts
to clip it around Liz’s wrist.
Oh, you don’t have to give me...
Thank you. It’s beautiful.
It’s a charm bracelet. It’s got
Beth leans into Liz. Feeling safe now. Liz puts her arm
around the girl. She’s got a way of putting kids at ease.
You’re safe with me.
Liz spots a few tail lights ahead --
(into her radio)
What’s going on up ahead?
Accident. Dispatch is re-routing.
Liz eyes the accident as their suburban slows. Ressler gets
out, talks with an officer, but Liz senses something. Eerie
silence. She considers their stalled caravan as she looks in
the rearview mirror to see --
-- the bridge lights and traffic signals FLICKERING OUT. One
by one, the power outage races toward them like a tidal wave.
(into her radio)
The entire bridge LURCHES. Cars SHAKE. Ressler looks down
to see the steel plates between his feet open up --
The bridge. Turn around. GO!
-- THE DRAWBRIDGE HAS BEEN ACTIVATED.
We INTERCUT among the caravan. Vehicles jockeying to perform
three point turns as the bridge begins to incline. Liz’s
suburban is sideways in the road when she looks up to see --
-- A GARBAGE TRUCK barreling toward them.
Liz covers Beth with her body as the garbage truck SLAMS into
the driver-side of their suburban. GLASS SPRAYS. The driver
is killed on impact as the suburban is SHOVED toward --
-- THE RISING GAP IN THE BRIDGE and across the interlocking
seam. Gears turn. The traffic decks RISE UP to a FIFTEEN
PERCENT INCLINE. A man leaps from his car before it falls
through the widening gap into the Potomac below.
Now TWENTY PERCENT. Rising. Liz realizes her suburban is
now on the OTHER SIDE of the traffic deck. The gap in the
drawbridge has effectively separated Liz and Beth from the
rest of the caravan. At TWENTY-FIVE PERCENT --
-- cars begin to scoot. SLIDING downward. Liz looks to see
a TEAM OF MASKED KIDNAPPERS racing up the traffic deck toward
her. Past her car. They race to the apex of the bridge and
anchor GRAPPLING HOOKS into the steel decking.
THIRTY PERCENT. Pedestrians tumble down the traffic deck.
Agents scramble to no avail. The Kidnappers drop back down
toward Liz on RAPPELLING LINES, scooting with the car. One
Kidnapper takes out a gun and --
-- SHOOTS THROUGH THE WINDOW. Kills Liz’s SWAT Agent. Blood
spray hits Liz. Beth SCREAMS. Liz tumbles and lands against
the windshield. Loses her gun. The door above them opens to
reveal a MASKED KIDNAPPER.
Take my hand, Beth. Stay with me.
The Kidnapper climbs into the car. Reaching for Beth. Liz
swats at him as he GRABS THE LITTLE GIRL. She reaches out --
BETH. TAKE MY HAND.
-- they lock eyes. FORTY PERCENT. The girl grabs Liz’s hand
but suddenly the suburban falls. Liz goes with it. As the
car falls away, the Kidnapper’s left holding Beth, dangling
from the rappelling line as --
-- Liz’s car ROLLS TWICE. Lands hard. The Kidnappers
holding Beth climb up toward the apex of the bridge which is
now fully open. Below --
ON THE POTOMAC
-- a SPEEDBOAT arrives. The Kidnappers rappel down, girl in
hand, into the boat. As they speed away Liz opens her eyes.
Her world slips into focus. She reaches out. Lying among
the splintered glass she finds... BETH’S CHARM BRACELET.
Scene 10 - Personal Demons
INT. F.B.I. HEADQUARTERS - DAY
Liz sits on a bench in a hallway. A small bandage covering
a split in her brow. She holds Beth’s charm bracelet like a
rosary. Stares ahead, unblinking, eyes locked on the silent
image of --
-- General Ryker who can be seen through the glass wall of
Cooper’s office. Ryker is SCREAMING at Cooper and Ressler.
Eviscerating the agents. Tears well in Liz’s eyes as she
watches, heavy with guilt. She knows she may have cost the
General’s daughter her life.
Liz is watching this verbal brawl when her phone vibrates.
She looks down. Six missed calls. Realizing the time as --
Tom. My God. I meant to call.
-- we INTERCUT with Tom. Pacing nervously. Sneaking a call
in the hallway outside their ADOPTION AGENCY.
Are you close? What’s going on?
I’m stuck here.
Stuck?! You’re kidding, right?
I’m the worst. I’m so sorry. It’s
just, Tom, this crazy day --
Ressler KNOCKS on the glass. Waves Liz into the office for
her ass chewing. She holds up a finger, asking the General
and the others wait, juggling Tom as --
(soft / compassionate)
Lizzy, babe, if this is too much...
we don’t have to do this. We can
start a family next year -- I can
tell these people right now. But
if we’re gonna go through with this
we gotta do it together. I can’t
do it alone, Lizzy. I need to know
you’re one-hundred percent.
Liz looks at the waiting General. Turns her back on him.
Her priorities suddenly slip into focus.
I’m one hundred percent.
You say that, but...
Tom. Our family. It’s all that
She’s speaking from the heart. He smiles.
I believe you.
CASE AGENT (O.S.)
Mr. Keen? Is your wife coming?
Tom whips around. Greets the CASE AGENT with a big, warm
smile and an extended hand as --
(to Liz / tender)
Let me handle this.
Good luck, babe. Love you.
-- Liz hangs up. Smiles to herself. She loses herself in
the warmth of Tom when General Ryker comes storming out of
the office. Moving down the hallway.
The General turns to Liz.
I want to personally tell you how
sorry I am for your daughter’s --
You’re not just out of a job. I’m
gonna see to it the D.O.J. files
charges. Criminal negligence. You
better beg God my girl comes home
alive because this thing’s coming
down on you, sweetheart.
Ryker marches off down the hallway.
I’m gonna get her back.
As the General disappears, Liz plops down onto the bench.
Feeling helpless. She looks at BETH’S CHARM BRACELET and
clips it back around her wrist. Considers the tiny animals.
She then opens her hand and we reveal --
-- a BURN SCAR on the inside of Liz’s palm. It crawls up her
wrist and into her sleeve like a some twisted, blooming vine.
Liz makes a loose fist. Runs her fingertips over the uneven
SCAR TISSUE; that habitual rolling motion.
We leave Liz there. Wrestling with some distant memory.
CUT TO BLACK.
END OF ACT TWO
INT. RED’S HOLDING CHAMBER - SAME
An Interrogator from the High-Value Interrogation Team sits
across from Red. They’ve been at this for hours.
Is the girl dead?
Red’s silent. Eyes locked on the Interrogator.
Is that why we haven’t heard from
the abductors? No demands? What
other reason would there be?
It’s been four hours. You think
we’re gonna overlook the fact you
turned yourself in the exact same
day this thing went down?
IN THE HIVE...
Cooper sees they’re getting nowhere. Knocks on the glass.
Kill the cameras. Everyone out.
GENERAL RYKER. Chest full of medals. He sits down before
Red who is not intimidated whatsoever.
The US Government doesn’t negotiate
with terrorists. But I’m not the
government. I’m here as a father.
Red blinks at the General’s medals as if they’re meaningless.
Is this about immunity? You want
your crimes forgiven? I’m personal
friends with the Attorney General.
There are things you’ve done that I
can make people forget.
Silence. The General EXPLODES.
ANSWER ME! This is a my baby’s
life we’re talking about. Your
people haven’t made one demand!
I already told you people how this
works. You wanna talk? Go get
The General stares daggers.
Scene 11 - Trading Secrets
INT. THE HIVE - DAY
Liz does a walk of shame. Past Cooper. Past Ryker. All
eyes are on Red’s ‘chosen one’ as she makes her way into...
RED’S HOLDING CHAMBER.
Red extends his hand. Liz keeps her arms folded. He sees
Liz is wearing the CHARM BRACELET Beth gave her; the one with
the tiny plastic animals.
Nice bobble. Reminds me of my
daughter. She loved jewelry --
Where’s the girl?
-- you women and your jewelry.
It’s been four hours.
I told you Zamani would take her.
Told you that’s all I knew. It’s
in your hands now.
He notices the way Liz is nervously opening and closing her
fist, running her fingers against the skin of her palm --
Why do you do that?
-- she places her hand in her lap.
I need your help with Zamani.
How about we trade. You tell me, I
tell you. Tell me about that scar
on your palm. I’ve noticed how you
Liz swallows. Reluctant.
There was a fire. I was fourteen.
Someone tried to hurt you.
But the scar, what does it remind
you of? When you touch it?
Liz reluctantly extends her hand. Red takes her palm, runs
his fingertips over the scar tissue as if he might see into
her past. It’s uncomfortable. Red’s thumb follows the scar
up her arm, under her sleeve. He looks into her eyes.
Is a child really what you want?
Liz pulls away. Stunned.
How on earth do you know --
I know it’s exciting, that you’ve
waited, but a baby can’t fix what
happened in the past.
She stands, indignant.
How dare you. You lost the
privilege of speaking about
parenthood when you abandoned your
wife and daughter on Christmas Eve.
Addy, right? How old would she be
now? Thirty? You don’t know
because you walked away, so keep
the Fatherly advice to yourself.
You won’t find the girl until you
learn to look at this differently.
And how should I look at this?
Like a criminal. It may come
easier to you than you think.
Shall I show you?
Scene 12 - The War Room
INT. F.B.I. / THE WAR ROOM - SAME
Liz and the other agents watch as Red walks the room eyeing
the MASSIVE WALL OF CLUES. He moves with a sense of pride
and curiosity. Takes in the details.
Red steps back. Considers the collage of PHOTOS and POLICE
REPORTS. Silence. Then with complete confidence --
-- he TEARS DOWN A MUG SHOT. Rips down a surveillance photo.
Waste of time.
Hey, you can’t just --
Red continues down the wall, pulling down precious documents,
moving pieces. The analysts watch in disbelief as Red weeds
out the unimportant. He grabs a surveillance photo and rips
it in half; holds up the half with the image of a YOUNG SERB.
Miroslav. He’s more than a driver.
They call him The Chemist. Weapons
expert. Turned down MIT to work
for al-Qaeda in South Africa.
Red pins THE CHEMIST to the wall, then grabs a photo of a
GROUP OF MEN outside of bank --
The German? Reinhardt? You’re
right that if money was involved he
laundered it, but his Swiss account
is a dead end. He runs everything
through a former IRS man named
Kagel. Works through the Caymans.
What about the girl? What do you
have on the girl and her father?
An analyst works keyboard. Images of BETH fill the screens.
Beth’s school portrait. Beth and her father, General Ryker.
What do you see, Lizzy?
She blinks at Red. Only Tom calls her Lizzy.
Well, the timeline would suggest a
singular event. Something in DC.
Not sure how the girl fits.
What about the Chemist?
Important. Well paid. What he’s
planning is expensive, maybe some
kind of attack.
You’re thinking like a cop. What
does a criminal see?
Okay, this is nonsense.
Taking the general’s daughter was
risky. She’s a well protected --
-- she’s critical to the mission.
Cooper and Ressler exchange a suspect glance as Liz scans the
photos. She finds a picture of Zamani reaching into a pocket-
sized CONTAINER OF PILLS.
Zamani’s sick. C.I.A. says he
carries Nipah virus. Dying makes
him dangerous. Nothing to lose.
And the General’s daughter?
Her father, the General, spent time
in Bosnia supporting NATO troops --
Zamani’s home turf.
-- he came under public scrutiny
when U.S. led forces bombed a
suspected chemical weapons facility
in the Bihac pocket region.
Never did find proof of the
weapons, but the bombing released
unknown chemical agents. Poisoned
the village and...
Jesus. His family.
Liz sees a photo of Zamani with his YOUNG SONS.
Follow that pit in your stomach.
Zamani’s wife and sons were made
sick in the bombing orchestrated by
General Ryker. They died. Zamani
survived. He wants revenge.
He hired the Chemist to build a
bomb. Detonate it in DC. Has a
return flight tomorrow at 10:00 AM
which means it’s gonna happen soon.
Tomorrow morning. His dying wish.
Red guides Liz. Exhilarated. The teacher and the pupil.
Why no offer to trade the girl?
Because he needs her. Zamani lost
his family, he’s gonna use the
General’s daughter to even the
score. Deliver the bomb.
The room ERUPTS into a hive of activity. Red quietly turns
to Liz, an olive branch.
I have an acquaintance. They call
him the Innkeeper; runs a series of
safe-houses. Lean on him. He’ll
know where to find the Chemist.
Find the Chemist, you find Zamani.
Where is this Innkeeper?
If I tell you, you have to give me
something in return. I need to be
moved. Higher security.
You’re inside the F.B.I.
My point exactly. It’s not safe.
EXT. FT. MCNAIR ARMY BASE - DAY
An F.B.I. convoy escorts RED’S ARMORED TRUCK past uniformed
guards and onto the historic U.S. military base on Greenleaf
Point. Majestic views of the Potomac. Sprawling lawns.
INT. SUN-DIAL MOTEL - DAY
Agents pour into the tiny motel near Reagan National. They
throw “THE INNKEEPER” to the ground. Hands behind his head.
Boots on his neck. As the Innkeeper begs, we JUMP BACK TO:
EXT. GENERAL’S ROW / FORT MCNAIR - DAY
Red steps from his armored vehicle and takes in his new home;
a breathtaking COLONIAL MANSION overlooking the Potomac. The
Army owned home is not only historic, but one of the most
well protected estates in all of Washington.
INSIDE RED’S HOUSE...
Agents remove the mirrors and silverware. Cameras are
installed. Red admires the beautiful coffered ceilings.
It’s a fitting home for a military man.
Scene 13 - The Capture and the Attack
INT. NEGLECTED APARTMENT / IVY CITY - DAY
SWAT TEAMS burst down the door and the inhabitants scramble.
Some sort of lab. The agents push through a door into a room
filled with elaborate BOMB MAKING SUPPLIES. They pull a
FIGURE down from the fire escape. Hands behind the head.
EXT. SHORELINE / FT. MCNAIR - DAY
Ressler finds Liz looking out at the boat yard, drinking in
the beauty of the water. A rare moment of peace.
They found the lab. Interrogating
the Chemist as we speak.
We have the Chemist?
Big fish, right? Based on what we
pulled from his lab we think we’ve
caught it in time. Shut down his
operation. We’re making progress.
What about the bomb?
HDS is running samples. We’ll have
results within hours.
Liz stares out at the water. He lights a cigarette.
I didn’t choose any of this.
He doesn’t believe her.
Of course not. He chose you.
There’s a bigger picture we’re not
seeing, but we will. Give it time.
I gotta clear my head. Get out of
here for a bit. Grab a shower.
Don’t go too far.
As she walks away, he watches her go. There’s not a bone in
Ressler’s body that trusts this woman.
INT. LIZ’S BROWNSTONE - DUSK
Liz returns home. It’s like entering another world. Soft
music. Candlelight. In the entry, she finds a small PINK
WICKER ROCKING CHAIR stuffed with pink blankets, books and
bibs. Mylar balloons proclaim, ‘IT’S A GIRL!’ --
Oh, my God. Did they say yes?!
-- in the arms of a stuffed animal Liz finds the ADOPTION
PAPERWORK. Opens it. Tears standing in her eyes.
It’s OFFICIAL? How did you -- I
Liz rounds the corner to find Tom, his back to her, seated at
a beautiful candlelight dinner. There’s Champagne. Flowers.
Her shoulders drop as Liz sits down and looks to Tom to see --
We’re gonna have a baby!
-- TOM IS DUCT TAPED TO THE CHAIR.
He’s been BEATEN and TORTURED. Zip-ties on his wrists. Tape
over his mouth. Pure fucking horror in his eyes.
Liz’s heart stops as a DARK FIGURE reaches past her breast,
into her jacket, and delicately removes her WEAPON. He’s a
colorless TWIG OF A MAN, chemical burns on his neck and jaw.
As he sits at the table between Liz and Tom we meet --
-- RANKO ZAMANI. An anemic little ghost. Looks like he was
raised in a veal cage. Zamani speaks with a thick SERBIAN
ACCENT. His lungs rattle with each breath.
Tom and I already have met. Been
talking. Trying to figure out how
you knew I was in town.
Liz looks to Tom. There’s blood matted in his hair. The
vessels of one eye have ruptured.
I tell him you took the General’s
daughter minutes before I was going
to. Forced me to re-think things,
which I did quite well, I think.
Zamani serves himself a slice of fish --
But then your people come for my
-- pours himself a glass of Champagne and takes a drink.
I was finished with the Chemist, so
you save me a payment for services.
For that, I thank you. But it did
make me wonder what else you know.
What else do you know?
I don’t -- Tom, please...
Zamani takes a bite, chewing through heavy, hoarse breaths.
Over here. I ask question. What
else do you know about my plan?
An attack... uhm, a bomb maybe.
We’re not sure, we don’t know --
Zamani stands. Pours Liz a glass of Champagne.
-- we only knew about the girl.
Everything else... speculation.
Tom, babe, it’s gonna be okay --
SPLOOSH -- Zamani buries his STEAK KNIFE in the meat of Tom’s
thigh. Tom let’s out a MUFFLED SCREAM.
What. Else. Do you know?
(frantic / sobbing)
I swear... nothing...
Zamani holds his chest. Removes a POCKET-SIZED CONTAINER of
pills from his jacket and puts one on his tongue. Chases it
with Champagne. As he does, we see --
-- a penny-sized TATTOO on the back of Zamani’s hand. It’s
the SILHOUETTE OF A SUNBURST; jagged rays reaching out from
the center, violently whipping about.
You are not as smart as Reddington
says. My friend, he was always so
obsessed with you. Not sure why.
What I have planned will make for
many casualties. Chemical agents,
no? What you call... biblical. So
now you have choice: stop me now
and save many Americans... or save
only one. What do you choose?
Zamani yanks the knife from Tom’s thigh and PLUNGES IT INTO
TOM’S ABDOMEN. He turns the knife, DRAGS IT to his sternum.
Liz SCREAMS. She LEAPS UP as --
-- Zamani leaves. Liz chases, but stutter-steps back to Tom.
Can’t have both. She runs to Tom. Holds him. Dials 911 as
Zamani vanishes. Blood everywhere. Phone ringing.
Hold on, babe. You’re gonna be
fine. We’re gonna get you help.
EMERGENCY OPERATOR (O.S.)
911. What’s your emergency?
CUT TO BLACK.
END OF ACT THREE
Scene 14 - Betrayal and Desperation
INT. AMBULANCE - NIGHT
Doors FLY OPEN. Medics swarm. Hospital staffers rush to
transport Tom out of the ambulance as --
-- we BURST THROUGH emergency room doors. Down a hall. Liz
runs alongside Tom’s gurney, covered in smeared blood. Tom’s
drifting in and out of consciousness. Voices fading until...
INT. HOSPITAL / WAITING ROOM - LATER
POLICE interview Liz. There’s no sound. All she can hear is
their surreal murmur, as if underwater. Liz looks up to find
Ressler entering the ER. He approaches, arms open, and Liz
collapses into him.
Liz sits with Ressler. Trying to process. Still numb.
The Chemist. We lost him. Hung
himself just over an hour ago.
I totally understand, and we don’t
have to talk about this if you
can’t, but it’s critical that you
tell me anything Zamani may have
said. Did you learn anything?
The bomb? He said that?
He said it’s gonna be biblical.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT
Tom lies in a hospital bed. Tubes and wires protruding from
his chest. Liz sits beside Tom. Holding his hand. Watching
machines breathe for the man she loves.
Babe... if you can hear me... you
can’t let this happen. Not today.
This was supposed to be a happy
day. The beginning...
(scared / searching)
You’re the one good thing in my
life. I don’t know how it works
without you. Don’t leave me alone.
We leave her, praying over her dying husband.
EXT. LIZ’S CAR (PARKED) - NIGHT
It’s raining now. Liz sits in her car. Hiding from the
world and sobbing. Her emotions swelling inside until --
-- Liz repeatedly POUNDS THE STEERING WHEEL in a violent
outburst. The surge of pure rage CATAPULTS us to:
INT. RED’S HOUSE / FT. MCNAIR - NIGHT
We follow Liz down a corridor. Fueled by anger. Fearless.
IN THE STUDY...
Red stands. Liz is on fire. A boiling pot of crazy.
Did you send him? Are you the one
who did this?
Lizzy, what’s [wrong] --
Don’t call me Lizzy, goddamnit. He
was in my house. My husband’s on a
ventilator because Zamani came --
Red face goes blank.
Tell me what happened.
Don’t play stupid. You’re the only
thing connecting us. He told me
that you’ve talked to him about me.
Liz, you have to tell me what
happened. What did you see?
What did I... I saw the love of my
life being tortured. Disemboweled.
No, what did you see?
Stop acting like we’re some kind of
team. I don’t know you. I didn’t
ask for any of --
This is bigger than us, Liz. We’re
at the center of something that you
can’t possibly understand.
Goddamnit, I want the truth!
Honestly?! The truth? The truth
is Zamani did you a favor, Lizzy.
Suddenly, Liz pulls THE PEN from her pocket --
STABS RED IN THE NECK
-- spins around and traps him in a military choke-hold.
I told you not to call me Lizzy.
She holds her thumb over the bloody PUNCTURE WOUND in Red’s
neck. His breathing quickens. His eyes bulge.
Now, you were in the army, so you
know from training I just punched a
hole in your carotid. The artery
will likely vasospasm; reduce its
own flow. Best chance, one minute
before you pass out. So here’s how
it works, asshole...
You tell me how I find Zamani and
make this right, or I let you die
right here. Understand?
Red gasps for breath, clinging to life.
...if you let me die, you’ll never
learn the truth about your husband.
You know nothing about my husband.
Red allows a faint little smile. Strangely, Liz is the one
who now looks trapped. Wheels turning. She has no choice
but to call --
GUARD, I NEED A MEDIC!
Red falls to the floor. Guards rush in as Liz collapses next
to Red trying to stop the bleeding. She barks orders. Blood
everywhere. We jump from the chaotic frenzy to:
Scene 15 - Betrayal and Escape
EXT. FT. MCNAIR - LATER
It’s quiet. The silence is jarring. Liz stands with Ressler
and Cooper outside the house. Liz is still shaky.
Why would he try to kill himself?
Why’s he doing any of this? It
happened. I can’t explain.
Your back was conveniently toward
the camera, so the footage is
inconclusive, but you know what I
think? I think you’re lying.
You’ve lost your objectivity --
Objectivity? What do you expect?
Liz, calm down.
My husband was stabbed. He’s on
life support. I have a house full
of beat cops waiting for my
Liz, this is about your safety.
The last thing I want is you in the
same room with this guy.
Don’t push me out of this.
Liz. It’s not a request. Go home.
Liz turns, defeated. As she walks away they watch her go.
Liz sits in a fog, doing another round of interviews with the
POLICE. There’s no sound. Only a dull BUZZING SOUND. Liz
watches the detectives comb through her life. They collect
samples. Take pictures. But Liz can’t take her eyes off of
Tom’s DRIED-BLACK BLOOD in the carpet.
After the police are gone. Liz is on her hands and knees
scrubbing the blood out of the carpet with a bucket and
brush. As she does the BUZZING SOUND swells, mimicking her
The harder she scrubs the more helpless Liz feels. She is
completely powerless. Finally, Liz THROWS the brush across
the room. Bloody water splatters the wall as we CUT TO:
INT. WALTER REED MEDICAL CENTER - DAWN
We follow Liz down a long, narrow hallway. She flashes her
badge. Moves past security. Finds Ressler who is speaking
with another agent outside Red’s room.
Can’t go in. He’s with the Nurse.
You shouldn’t even be here.
I know. I was out of line before,
but I can’t just sit at home and
wait while there’s a chemical...
Liz trails off as the MALE NURSE exits Red’s room. Pushes
his cart past. She waits until the Nurse is out of earshot.
This isn’t just about me and Tom.
That weapon is going to detonate.
We still don’t know where. Red is
willing to talk to me. Please.
Give me ten minutes.
Reluctant, Ressler nods. Allows Liz past. But as Liz steps
into RED’S ROOM she sees the bed is EMPTY. The window OPEN.
Her entire world seems to slow down and Liz realizes...
Red is GONE.
Liz steps back into the hall. Sees the MALE NURSE who just
left Red’s room. He steps into the elevator. As he locks
eyes with Liz, we recognize the Nurse as Red’s chauffeur from
the opening scene: THE MAN IN THE GREY FLANNEL SUIT. Liz
steps toward him, dizzy with fear, but the elevator doors
close and we JUMP TO:
INT. PUBLIC BATHROOM - UNKNOWN
Red cuts into his shoulder with a surgical scalpel. He opens
the muscle with the tip of the blade. Digs out the tiny RFID
microchip. He uses the tip of the knife to hold the chip up
to the light. Admires the device. The sound of an oncoming
whistle tells us we’re...
INT. UNION STATION - SAME
Red shoulders his way through the Rotunda. He’s now wearing
a stolen topcoat and fedora. He finds a table outside a busy
coffee shop and sits down next to a thin, HUNCHED FIGURE. As
the man turns, we reveal it’s Zamani. The two men hug.
It’s good to see you, old friend.
CUT TO BLACK.
END OF ACT FOUR
INT. UNION STATION - SAME
Zamani sits with Red, genuinely humbled.
Face to face. What an honor.
I felt it was important to handle
these final details myself.
Red hands Zamani a PASSPORT and TRAVEL DOCUMENTS.
How did things go with Agent Keen?
Paid her a visit like you asked.
And Tom? The Husband?
Like you asked. Small price to pay
for getting me out of the country.
INT. WALTER REED MEDICAL CENTER - SAME
The hospital is in lock-down. F.B.I. response teams are in
full force. Ressler hangs up his phone, turns to Cooper.
You do realize this is exactly what
he wanted?! To get here. Where
security’s weak. We played right
into his hand.
Why escape? He just surrendered?
Who knows?! This guy has a plan
and he’s played us at every turn.
A breathless TECH bursts into the room, chest heaving.
We were able to remotely reactivate
the chip. He’s at Columbus Circle.
My God. Union Station.
Wait. No. If Red pulled the chip
he would have destroyed --
I need you to stay here.
Red is smarter than this.
The agents race out, leaving Liz, as we JUMP BACK TO:
Scene 16 - The National Zoo
INT. UNION STATION - SAME
Red sits with Zamani, inspecting his eyes.
Word is you have big plans.
Tell me one thing: the General’s
daughter. Why take such a risk?
This is about so much more than one
girl; it’s about the children. All
of them. The ones who will grow up
with my memory living inside them,
as I’ve lived with the memory your
country gave me...
Zamani holds his chest. Shallow breaths. He reaches into
his jacket and removes his pocket-sized CONTAINER OF PILLS.
As he takes one out. Places it on his tongue.
I’m giving their plague back to
them. Giving it to their children.
In sixty years they’ll be talking
about this day, about my legacy.
We should all be so fortunate.
Red stands as F.B.I. AGENTS STORM THE ROTUNDA --
-- RESSLER leads the charge, pushing through the crowd. In
his earpiece, he’s guided by a TECH in a surveillance van,
but when he arrives at the table Red and Zamani are gone.
Up ahead. Fifty yards.
Ressler moves toward Red. Toward the trains. Red quickly
opens his phone and dials as we INTERCUT with Liz inside --
RED’S HOSPITAL ROOM
-- her CELL RINGS. Liz answers.
There’s a wrinkle. Zamani wants
more than the General’s daughter.
Red?! Where are -- how did you...
She steps away from the room. Away from the police.
He’s after children.
You son of a bitch, if you think
I’m not gonna hunt you down and --
We don’t have time. I need you to
set aside your anger. Listen to
me. I think between the two of us
there may be an answer.
Liz bursts through the doors and steps --
OUTSIDE THE HOSPITAL.
-- scans the parking lot. Eyes searching. Halfway expecting
to find Red watching her.
I need you to tell me what Zamani
said. Think back. What happened
in your house? What did you see?
Liz tries to remember, her world SPINNING.
He, uhm, he asked about the girl...
and about the Chemist...
IMAGES FLIP THROUGH LIZ’S MEMORY. We see FLASHES of the
confrontation. Of Zamani torturing Tom --
What did you see? At your house?
-- the dizzy assault of MEMORIES take Liz to:
INT. LIZ’S BROWNSTONE - (FLASHBACK)
We remember Zamani standing over Tom. He opens his container
of pills and places one on his tongue. As he does we see the
penny-sized TATTOO on the back of Zamani’s hand --
There was a tattoo.
-- it’s the SILHOUETTE OF A SUNBURST; jagged rays reaching
out from the center, violently whipping about.
Zamani’s Serbian Orthodox. He
wouldn’t tattoo himself. Body
modification is a desecration.
I know what I saw. This mark, I’ve
seen it before --
It wasn’t a tattoo.
ON LIZ (PRESENT)
As she wrestles with a memory. Thinking back.
Where did you see it, Lizzy?
INT. LIZ’S BROWNSTONE (FLASHBACK)
Liz remembers her frantic morning. Being late. Tom holding
the TWO TOURISM BROCHURES for his field trip.
Air and Space or the National Zoo?
Liz flicks the zoo brochure. We see the same SUNBURST IMAGE
in the brochure. The logo for the Smithsonian National Zoo.
It wasn’t a tattoo...
...it was a stamp.
BACK TO LIZ (PRESENT)
He’s gonna bomb the National Zoo.
INT. UNION STATION - SAME
Ressler shadows Red through the station. But as the train
pulls away, Ressler sees the platform is empty.
Where did he go?
In front of you. Twenty yards.
Ressler sees the TUNNEL and jumps down onto THE TRACKS.
INT. LIZ’S CAR (MOVING) - SAME
Liz weaves through traffic. Cell phone to her ear.
(on the phone)
Assistant Director Harold Cooper.
What’s your clearance code?
I don’t... I’m not sure... it’s my
first day and they haven’t issued --
Without a clearance code I can’t --
Liz hangs up. Dials Ressler. She’s sent to voice mail.
(on the phone)
Ressler, call me. The zoo.
Zamani’s gonna hit the zoo.
Scene 17 - The Bomb
INT. UNION STATION - SAME
Agents shove through the station. Searching for the bomb.
Cooper grabs a little girl with a backpack and turns her
around. It’s not Beth. He searches the crowd as --
-- another agent sees a GIRL. Whips her around. Again, not
Beth. It’s a frantic search. Backpacks. Dark haired little
girls. A needle in a haystack.
EXT. THE NATIONAL ZOO - SAME
The hand of a child is STAMPED at the entry. The same PENNY-
SIZED TATTOO Liz saw on Zamani’s hand: an ADMISSION STAMP.
INSIDE THE ZOO...
Liz pushes past families. Children everywhere. She spots
BETH SITTING ON A BENCH. The little girl looks terrified.
Beth, remember me? Are you alone?
He said to wait here for my Daddy.
Liz sees Beth’s BACKPACK and carefully unzips it to reveal --
It’s a marvel of molded plastic and parallel circuitry. A
digital countdown reads “00:03 MIN / 00:13 SEC”. Liz takes a
heart pounding breath. Reaches for the shoulder strap.
He said not to take it off...
Beth unzips her sweater to reveal a TANGLE OF WIRES wrapped
around her torso. The backpack is booby trapped. Slowly,
Liz reaches out. Her phone RINGS. She JUMPS. Answers.
Whatever you do, don’t touch it.
There’s less than three minutes. I
gotta evacuate... call the bomb --
Your people will never be there in
time. My friend. He’s on his way.
Your friend? What [friend] --
The call disconnects as we’re HURLED BACK TO:
INT. SUBWAY TUNNELS - SAME
A flashlight beam dances in the dark as Ressler chases Red
INTO THE TUNNELS. Something falls from Red’s pocket before
Red slows down. Slump shouldered. Out of breath.
Hands in the air.
Ressler trains his WEAPON on Red. Picks up the small tin
canister Red dropped as THE LIGHT OF A TRAIN illuminates the
tunnel. Reveals it’s not Red he’s been chasing but Zamani.
He clutches his chest. Lungs failing.
GET OFF THE TRACK.
Ressler steps closer. The TRAIN is almost upon them.
Tell the General his girl was an
“unfortunate civilian casualty”.
He opens his arms as --
THE TRAIN EVISCERATES ZAMANI.
Ressler ducks into the nearby alcove. Inches from the train.
As it passes, he opens Zamani’s medicine canister and dumps
the contents into his palm. Among the pills he finds --
Son of a bitch.
-- the blood crusted RFID CHIP Red carved from his shoulder.
Scene 18 - Desperate Measures
EXT. NATIONAL ZOO - SAME
Liz is on the phone, calling for backup, when she glances at
the timer on the bomb. “01 MIN / 00:16 SEC”. Their fate is
all but sealed. Liz looks to Beth. Behind her, she sees --
-- a UKRAINIAN MAN WITH A DUFFLE BAG emerge through the sea
of kids. He’s bald. Blond eyebrows. Looks like a thumb.
The Ukrainian sits on the bench next to Beth and removes a
TOOL KIT from his bag.
Who are you? What are you doing?
The Ukrainian barks at Liz in Slavic as he cuts open Beth’s
backpack with a pair of surgical scissors.
I don’t know what you’re saying.
He motions for them to be still. Liz holds Beth. Watches in
disbelief as the Ukrainian works to dismantle the bomb. Beth
tries not to move, but she can’t help it. The Ukrainian is
frantic. Screaming. Confusion in a foreign language. Beth
cries as Liz sees --
-- “00:32 SEC”. This is it. She finds Beth’s eyes.
You know, I was really scared once,
too. I was all alone, but I had a
secret weapon to help me. My Daddy
gave it to me. You wanna see my
Beth quivers. Nods yes. Liz slowly, gently, opens her palm
to reveal her BURN SCAR.
I never show this to anybody. It’s
super special. Like magic.
What does it do?
Liz is soft and calm. Pure motherly instinct.
Any time I feel scared or afraid I
touch it... and it makes all the
bad things go away, makes me brave.
Do you want to see if it can make
Beth nods. Places her palm in Liz’s palm. As she does, Liz
wraps her free arm around the girl and closes her eyes. The
SOUND EVAPORATES. Tranquil silence. It’s as if the entire
world falls away, nothing else matters, until --
-- Liz’s eyes POP OPEN. The Ukrainian throws his arms around
Liz, talking a mile a minute. Kiss her square on the mouth.
Did you stop it?
He removes the bomb from the backpack. The countdown clock
is stopped at “00:12 SEC”. A collective exhale as --
HE STOPPED IT.
-- the Ukrainian places the device in his duffle bag.
What? Wait. What are you...
Consider the device his payment.
The Ukrainian turns to see RED approaching through the crowd.
They embrace. The Ukrainian picks Red up in a full-on bear
hug. He then turns and zips his bag, blows Liz a kiss, and
saunters off into the zoo with a bomb in his duffle bag.
What the -- WAIT! He can’t...
that’s a biological weapon.
He’s fascinated with the things.
Has more use for it than I do.
Run along, now. Daddy’s here.
Beth whips around to see GENERAL RYKER running toward them.
With RESSLER. Surrounded by agents. Beth grabs Liz’s hand.
Looks at the scar. It really is magic. As the AGENTS rush
in, Red lowers himself to his knees, hands behind his head.
I’m gonna ask you again. I deserve
the truth. Did you send Zamani to
kill my husband?
We’re going to make a great team.
F.B.I. AGENTS storm Red. Guns drawn. Ressler takes him down
but Red’s eyes never leave Liz. He smiles as if she has just
passed some strange, perverted test.
General Ryker lowers himself to his knee and Beth jumps into
her father’s arms. As they embrace, Ryker smiles to Liz.
A weight is lifted. Liz’s shoulder’s drop. We HEAR:
Who. Is. The Ukrainian?
His name slips my memory.
Scene 19 - Betrayed
INT. CONFERENCE ROOM / F.B.I. - DAY
A review is underway. Red sits across from Liz, Cooper,
Ressler and a team of D.O.J. LIAISONS. Tempers run hot.
You gave away a biological weapon.
So the bomb is gone. It didn’t
detonate. The girl’s safe. Zamani
is dead. Frankly, I think all this
worked out swimmingly.
This was never about Zamani. You
surrendered and infiltrated the
F.B.I. to get at our intelligence.
To get that weapon.
Agent Ressler, are you suggesting I
would surrender myself and use your
resources to hunt down Zamani and
settle a score? Steal a biological
weapon? That all of this is part
of a some larger plot?
I think it’s more likely I tried to
help in good faith, but had to
finish the job on my own because
you were too goddamned stupid.
Ressler stands, livid.
I think we’re finished.
This was fun. Let’s do it again.
Cooper closes his notebook. Meeting over. But as the agents
begin to gather their things, Red remains seated.
No, really. Let’s do it again.
You do understand, Zamani was only
Name. On the Blacklist.
Cooper looks confused. Throws Liz a glance.
What’s... the Blacklist?
It’s why we’re all here, of course.
My wish list. A list of names I’ve
been cultivating for over twenty-
five years; politicians, mobsters,
hackers and spies.
We have our own list.
Please, Agent Ressler, we all know
your “Top Ten” is little more than
a publicity campaign. Junior high
bullies at best. I’m talking about
the criminals who matter. The men
I’ve spent my life protecting --
ones you can’t find because you
don’t know they exist. Zamani was
a small fish. I’m Ahab. But if
you want the whales on my list, you
gotta play by my rules.
Cooper sits, intrigued. Liz lingers.
One: I never stay in the same
location two nights in a row. Two:
I want security. I’ve already
vetted a list of twenty-four Secret
Service agents, pick two from my
list. Three: I want an RFID tag
imbedded in my neck -- not that
garbage from VeriChip you stuck in
my arm, I want the DARPA tested,
fully encrypted, 8-millimeter tag.
Four: whatever I tell you falls
under an immunity package that I
negotiate myself. And finally...
I speak only with Elizabeth Keen.
The room turns to Liz in the doorway, but she is gone.
INT. HOSPITAL HALLWAY - DAY
Cooper stands with Liz outside Tom’s room.
...do you understand? We have one
of the most dangerous criminals in
the history of this agency in our
Imagine what he could provide --
the kind of access the F.B.I.,
C.I.A., N.S.A. could only dream of.
Liz the deal’s in place, but he’ll
only talk to you.
Then maybe you should have checked
with me before you cut the deal.
Liz walks off. Has a dying husband to tend too.
INT. LIZ AND TOM’S BROWNSTONE - SAME
Liz is on her hands and knees trying to scrub Tom’s blood out
of the carpet. She sits back. Looks at the mess. She wants
this hideous reminder out of her life for good so we CUT TO:
The furniture is shoved aside and Liz is ripping back the
carpet with a claw hammer. Going mad. She pulls back a
swath, but stops when she sees --
-- a series of CUTS IN THE SUB-FLOOR. Boards that have been
removed and replaced. It’s a HIDING PLACE. She uses the
hammer to pry up the boards to reveal a LARGE DUFFLE BAG.
AT THE KITCHEN TABLE...
Liz sits in silence staring at the bag. Heart in her throat.
She finally finds the courage to unzip the bag to discover --
-- BUNDLES OF CASH. Lots of them. Several hundred thousand
dollars worth. Liz sits thunderstruck. She reaches into the
side pocket of the duffle bag where she finds --
-- a BUL M-5 PISTOL. She holds the gun in her fist. A sick,
drunken feeling washes over Liz as she reaches back into the
pocket and removes a bundle of --
-- PASSPORTS. Twelve of them. Each with a different name
and nationality. Each one with a PHOTO OF HER HUSBAND TOM.
Liz trembles. Red was right. The man she has come to love
is an imposter. That eerie, drunken feeling carries us to:
INT. HOSPITAL - DAY
The tubes are gone, but Tom is still unconscious. Liz sits
at his side. Betrayed. Considering the man she thought she
Was I dreaming?
Liz blinks up. Sees Tom staring up at her. She looks into
the gaze of this imposter, totally paralyzed.
Dreaming about what?
Are we really gonna have a baby?
Everything Liz is holding inside begins to crumble. The
tears come fast. Her world spinning. She fakes a smile and
clutches her right hand into a fist; nervously running her
fingers against the skin of her palm until we JUMP TO:
Scene 20 - The Truth Revealed
INT. BLACK-SITE PRISON - UNKNOWN
ARMED SOLDIERS escort Liz through a series of security check
points. Into a the bowels of an anonymous ship. She carries
herself with a sense of purpose. A fire in her belly. Liz
is shown through a doorway and into...
A PRISON CELL.
Red steps forward. Out of the shadows. That soft smile.
You’ve discovered something about
your beloved husband, haven’t you
She SNAPS back --
My name’s Liz, not Lizzy. To you
I’m Agent Keen. Now, let me tell
you how this is gonna work: I ask
the questions. You answer. Screw
with me and I walk. Starting right
now, there are no more games, no
I want the truth.