The Blacklist s10e05 Episode Script

Okay.
Ohh
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Oh, God.
[LINE RINGING]
- [CELLPHONE RINGS]
- Hello?
Detective? It's Judge Dockery.
Do you have a minute?
I just pulled into my driveway.
It's been a day. What's up?
I need to talk to you
in person right away.
- It's about a case.
- Which case?
Just come to my house.
I'll explain when you get here.
Please hurry. I'm scared.
[PHONE CLICKS]
Judge Dockery?
Front door was open!
Is every
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
Alice?
- [BABY CRYING]
- Can I give you this?
[CRYING STOPS]
[SOFTLY] Yeah.
There you go. There you go.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
Heya, Herbie!
[SOFTLY] Ah. This is for later.
Thought you were getting in later.
I caught the earlier Northeast Regional.
Oh, w-why would you take the Regional?
So much needless stopping.
There's no such thing
as a needless stop, Herbie.
Time is the ultimate luxury,
a thing to be savored,
not hoarded, nor compressed,
nor controlled,
as if any of us can control
time in the first place.
Anyway, I'm sure
you didn't invite me down here
to debate the merits
of public transportation
or to watch you housekeep.
No, yeah, no. Of course.
Man, I-I-I will never get used to
the crushing volume of stuff
required for someone so small.
And why does all of it have to
make noise? You know what I mean?
Like, I am surrounded by pink,
plastic torture devices.
It can be that way with dogs, too.
I know a miniature Dachshund, Larry.
That little guy's got tons of stuff.
Oh, uh, Holly made sure
you had clean sheets
on the spare bed and
extra towels in the bathroom.
Ah, don't worry about me.
Where is Holly, by the way?
I was hoping to catch her band.
What are they called again?
The Vegan-somethings.
The, uh Uh, no, the, uh
No. Meat Vegans!
- The Vitameatavegemins.
- Ah.
- Yeah.
- Post-punk klezmer.
She's got a gig in Charlotte tonight.
You married the Jewish Debbie Harry.
Oh, well, maybe Debbie Harry
is the Jewish Debbie Harry.
I wouldn't know.
But good for you, Herbie.
Now, tell me why I'm here.
Need your advice, Red.
I'm not sure if you know
about the murder
of Judge Alice Dockery a few weeks back.
She was killed shortly
after presiding over the trial
of the infamous mob boss Paul Bruno,
now spending his golden years
in federal prison.
Bruno's son, Paul Jr.,
was charged with the judge's murder.
His defense lawyer wants me to
consult on the forensics of the case.
Retribution is their theory.
From what I know of Paul Sr.,
retribution is a dish
he generally serves cold.
This crime is decidedly hot.
He has nothing to gain by tasking
his only son with a revenge killing.
Yeah, I mean, I agree.
But the thing is,
everybody in law enforcement
sees this as an open-and-shut case.
They're hungry to take down the whole
Bruno family,
and this is their ticket.
But if I accept this job
and go against the tide,
defying the entire NYPD
and defending the Brunos,
I'm I'm just not sure
I have it in me to be
the lone David going up against
that particular Goliath again.
Maybe you won't have to.
Give me a second.
Yeah.
So you're in town?
A quick in-and-out, Harold.
Just visiting a friend.
Does that friend have anything to
do with our Wujing predicament?
Because I've been thinking we should
I've got Wujing covered for now, Harold.
This has to do with something else.
The Judge Dockery murder in New York?
I know the one.
Bruno's son took her out after
she sentenced his father to life.
From what I hear,
they've got him dead to rights.
In my experience, things
that are that obvious
are often obvious for a reason.
Are you saying the NYPD got it wrong?
[CHUCKLES]
Y-You remember Herbie Hambright,
my associate,
the forensics whiz
who came to your aid before?
He's been approached
by Bruno's defense team.
And from what he's seen so far,
he's not inclined to believe
Junior's the culprit either.
And you're inclined to believe Herbie?
- I am.
- We'll look into it.
Judge Dockery was
a venerated legal mind.
All of law enforcement owes it
to her to get this right.
We're wasting time
on a cut-and-dried case
because of a Reddington hunch
about his pal, a convicted mob boss?
Reddington doesn't have
a dog in this fight.
Herbie, the guy who helped us
run down that fingerprint from
the Secret Service case,
brought it to Reddington's attention.
Herbie believes the case
isn't as cut and dried
as everybody seems to think.
Look, everyone knows
that this was just payback
on the one judge
who finally had the stones
to put away the legendary Paul Bruno Sr.
That may be, but when
the stakes are this high
is precisely when details
tend to get overlooked.
Let's take a quick peek
under the hood of the case.
If the facts support Junior as
the perpetrator, no harm done.
Well, the lead detective
on the Bruno case,
Patrick Fleming, also found
the judge murdered at the scene.
Let's start there.
Have him walk us through
the investigation.
The letters B-R-U-N-O were
typed out on the keyboard.
Her bloody fingerprints on the keys.
I don't know how the FBI does it,
but where I come from,
that's what we call
irrefutable evidence.
Yeah, well, we're just curious.
- What? You think I'm not?
- Alice was my friend.
I'm starting to wonder
if I should take offense to what
you two seem to be suggesting.
Nobody's suggesting
anything here, all right?
Look, Judge called me that night,
told me to come over quick,
that she just learned
something about a case.
She was terrified.
I never heard her like that.
Paul Bruno Jr. had been tailing
and intimidating her for months
throughout his dad's entire trial.
We have video evidence of Junior
parked outside her house,
her office, her gym.
The guy's a hothead.
That's obviously what
she was spooked about.
Would you mind if we take
a look at your case files?
Knock yourself out.
You'll just come to
the same conclusion we did.
Usually when somebody appears and
says they're taking me to their boss,
I assume it's someone I screwed over.
But I'm relieved to say
I have absolutely no idea
who the hell you are.
[CHUCKLES]
I am Wujing.
I've long been a fan of the
legend that is Robert Vesco.
A man of great escapes
and even greater mystery.
I myself recently broke out of prison,
and I imagine there's a lot
I could learn from you.
Well, if you summoned me here
to give you a master class
on life on the lam,
you got the wrong guy.
Like they say,
those who can't do, teach.
So if you don't mind, maybe
we could put the hood back on
and you guys can drop me off
someplace I can get a bite to eat.
Are you aware of Raymond
Reddington's association with the FBI?
First off, it's none of your
business what I'm aware of.
And, secondly, any criminal
worth their salt
cultivates relationships with certain
amenable authorities.
Raymond Reddington has the
deepest pockets in Christendom
and the biggest reach.
Of course, he greases the wheels.
[CHUCKLES] Oh.
Reddington's doing much more than that.
I would say it's less a "friends
with benefits" arrangement
than a long-term relationship
that your pal
has gotten himself into
with the U.S. government.
Have you heard the name
Elizabeth Keen? Hm?
Of course, Reddington's
well-connected with the FBI.
Hell, his former bodyman,
Dembe Zuma, is working for them now,
with a shiny gold badge and everything!
[CHUCKLES] Mmm.
Call me when you have
an actual revelation.
The FBI has a top secret Task Force
sanctioned at the highest
levels of government
whose sole focus is
to bring down criminals like us
with the personal help
of Raymond Reddington.
In fact, that very team
was behind your last arrest.
And you got this information how?
From Reddington's own attorney,
Marvin Gerard,
now deceased, as you know
also thanks to Reddington.
I suppose you should
consider yourself lucky
- that he only sent you back to prison.
- Hm.
Reddington is working with the FBI,
using all of us, including you,
as collateral he trades on,
chits to play for his,
and only his, gain.
Ask yourself
how he's always wriggled
out of every net.
And why are you telling me this now?
Because I'm assembling a team
of talented and motivated individuals
whom, like yourself,
Reddington has betrayed.
A man like you would be
a true asset to the cause,
one I think you will find
very rewarding.
I wanted to let you know Agent
Zuma's not coming in today,
so the two of you will be on your own.
- Is he okay?
- I sent him home early yesterday,
and he's still not
feeling great this morning.
Where are we on the Dockery case?
Herbie might have had a point about
the detectives rushing to judgment,
but we can't yet determine whether any
mistakes
were made in the investigation.
On its face,
the evidence against Bruno Jr.
looks pretty solid.
Maybe someone who appeared in
her courtroom wanted to settle a score.
What about the leads
that weren't investigated?
Ressler, request files for all the cases
that the Judge has presided
over the last couple of years.
And, Agent Malik, Reddington said
that Herbie submitted
requests for discovery
in the Judge's murder case,
but there's a backlog.
That, or it's being slow-walked to him.
I'll make sure we get
everything to Herbie ASAP.
Good. Reddington seems to think
that Herbie might be able
to see things others don't.
On that note, let's play the
particulars of our relationship
with Reddington close to the vest.
[HORN HONKS]
[RHYTHMIC KNOCKING]
[HERBIE] Okay, okay.
[DOOR CREAKS]
Okay.
Uh
I'm supposed to be dropping some things
for an associate
of an associate of mine.
D Are you Herbie?
Uh, yeah.
Yeah, I believe that I'm
the associate of your associate.
- But, um
- Cute baby.
Oh, thank you. Thanks. Yeah.
She's been a howler monkey
from hell this morning.
Yeah, every morning. You have kids?
No.
Uh, yeah. Sorry. Forgive me.
Come on in. Come in.
So how old is she?
Ah, she's almost one. Whee!
[RED] Herbie,
the water pressure in that shower
could strip the hide from an elephant.
Oh, good. You've met Siya.
Siya, this is Herbie.
So the F-B-freaking-I?
Oh, Siya's just a good friend.
She has quite an in with the Bureau.
So, Herbie, are these materials
gonna work for you?
Um. Here.
I-I'm good.
- Here.
- Okay.
Here you go. Ah.
- Yes.
- Thank you.
Okay. Uh, w-what?
This is literally everything
I've been asking for.
How did you get your hands
on this so fast?
Fast hands, I guess.
Thank you for stopping by, Siya.
Tell the boss hello for me.
Will do.
[DOOR OPENS]
Okay. Well, have at it, Herbie.
- [DOOR CLOSES]
- I've got a 10 a.m. train
back to Penn Station.
Okeydokey. I'll see you later.
Perhaps I could leave this with you.
Ooh. No.
I was thinking you'd just
take that back to New York.
Okay.
No, no, no. No, no. I got her. I got
her. I got her. I got her.
Come here.
[MALE EX-CON] I despise that judge.
There wasn't a day
I didn't sit in my cell
fantasizing about all the ways
I could get to her as soon as I got out.
And it just so happens that you
were released the week she was killed.
Yeah. It's called good behavior.
I went straight to Vegas
to marry my girl.
Here.
Ain't she pretty?
[SIGHS]
Those are time- and date-stamped,
by the way.
I got a marriage certificate,
an invoice from the Flamingo.
We got up to a, uh,
lot of marital business
in that hotel room,
I can promise you that.
We're gonna need to see
hard copies of all of this.
Yeah, I bet you will.
Judge Dockery gave me my life back,
bravely defying those who wished to see
me punished for a crime
I didn't commit.
She offered me a fair trial in
what can be a very unfair world.
I was devastated
by the news of her death.
I was hoping to work with her
more in the future.
Right. You, um, intersected with
Judge Dockery
after you were acquitted?
I launched a legal justice foundation
after my acquittal and asked
Judge Dockery to join the board.
Did she accept your offer?
She couldn't, for
professional ethics reasons.
She was a brilliant legal mind.
It really is such a profound tragedy.
[RESSLER] You lost everything
when your husband got locked up.
Houses, cars, country-club memberships.
Now, who's to blame for that?
Him. My husband's to blame, the moron.
He did the insider trading.
And I thought he was watching porn
all those nights in his office.
Turns out he was being naughty
in a much less interesting way.
[CLEARS THROAT]
Where were you on the 8th?
A charity gala.
It was a pity invite
from my friend Talia.
She keeps saying I should
get back out there,
but how can I trust a man ever again?
Call Talia.
She'll tell you I was with her.
I was crying in
the Atherton Club ladies' room
like it was prom night or something.
And did you blame the judge
for the loss of your dental practice
after the malpractice conviction?
[CHUCKLES]
Yeah, but, honestly,
I'm glad I got stopped.
At first, it was a little
defrauding the insurers
on a bill or two,
but it spun out of control.
Unnecessary fillings. Root canals.
I couldn't stop myself.
Getting convicted
in Judge Dockery's court
changed my path for the better.
I'm on a more authentic journey now.
And on the 8th?
Oh, I-I was at an ayahuasca ceremony
led by native Shipibo healers.
An intention reset.
Highly recommend.
Right.
- [KNOCK ON DOOR]
- Hey.
That was a bust.
What is that now 11 interviews?
Nobody seems to have
had it in for the Judge
or even been in the area that night.
Right now it feels like this case
is exactly as it appears to be.
Occam's razor.
The Judge led us directly
to her killer, Bruno Jr.
[CELLPHONE BUZZES]
[MALIK] Hello.
Siya. Hey, it's Herbie.
Um, you said to call
if I needed anything.
Yeah, of course. What is it?
I just made my way through the files.
There is something you gotta see.
Be right there.
[RHYTHMIC KNOCKING]
[SOFTLY] Shh. I finally got her asleep.
Judge Dockery couldn't have
typed "Bruno" on her laptop.
What?
I said the Judge couldn't
have typed the name "Bruno"
because her spinal cord was severed.
"A cold from severe weather"?
Her spinal cord was severed.
The cause of death was strangulation,
and, of course, spinal-cord transection
from a stab wound is fairly rare,
so no one would have paid
much attention to that injury.
But after getting stabbed,
Dockery couldn't have moved a finger,
much less her whole body.
She would have been paralyzed instantly.
I'm still having trouble hearing you.
[LOUDLY] So the Judge
would have been paralyzed!
- [LAUGHS]
- Oh. Ha, ha, ha.
Oh, that's very funny. Very
- [BABY CRYING]
- Oh, God.
Oh, I can't wait till Mommy gets back
to deal with her demon spawn.
Right, cutie? Yes. Okay. Daddy's here.
- All right. Okay.
- [LINE RINGING]
- Cooper.
- Hi. It's me.
Herbie was right to be skeptical.
Turns out Judge Dockery couldn't
have typed her killer's name.
It would have been medically impossible.
So someone intentionally put
Junior in the frame for the killing.
10-4, Siya.
Let's arrange a prison visit
with Bruno Sr.,
see if he has any idea
who that somebody might be.
Ohh. Look. It's the Feds.
This must be my birthday.
Easy. I come in peace.
Here to talk about your son.
Oh, my son?
The son you got locked up
for no good reason.
Oh, like killing the judge who
finally put you away for good?
Junior didn't kill nobody.
Not that you stronzi care
about the truth.
Hmm, well, that's where you're wrong.
We think your son
might have been framed.
Oh, you don't say.
Gonna try to convince me
the Pope's Catholic next?
This is what I've been
telling these people
since they picked up my boy.
He's innocent!
Then tell me.
Who would have wanted to
set him up for this murder?
I've been trying
to figure it out myself.
Because once I do
What about your rivals?
I made peace with the Decanios
and Tortorellas before I went in.
So nobody but your son had motive?
Look, if we were gonna whack the Judge,
don't you'd think we would have done it
before she sent us up the river?
Sure, we kept eyes on her,
but only because people make mistakes.
A lady like her makes a mistake
scores some blow,
kicks a puppy in the belly
[CHUCKLES]
Whatever.
And maybe we got ourselves
grounds for a mistrial.
Did she make a mistake?
I don't know about that.
She definitely had secrets.
Such as?
Look, if your son didn't do this,
I need to be able to prove it.
The Judge had a lover.
She was real wrapped up when she died.
My son and his crew said they saw her
go into the Sussex Hotel
a couple of times a week.
Come out later with a smile on her face.
Wasn't because of the lunch special,
if you catch my drift.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]
[RADIO CHATTER]
We processed this scene
already thoroughly!
Don't you guys have anything
better to do with your time
than undermine me and my team?
Catch some criminals maybe?
Look, we're on
the same side here, buddy.
Right, "buddy"
the side that has Bruno Jr.
in jail awaiting trial
for the murder he committed.
[MALIK] We believe Judge Dockery
may have been in a relationship
at the time of her death.
Nope. We worked that angle.
There was no relationship.
- Did you actually find any evidence?
- Not yet.
That's because if there was anything,
we'd have found it.
[AGENT] Agent Ressler,
I think you should see this.
I guess you didn't find that.
- Tell me those are personal letters.
- Unfortunately, no.
Seems like standard work-related
correspondence
and financial documents.
Except for this.
"You're going to pay
for what you allowed
to happen in your courtroom,
letting a murderer walk free
while our Emma,
with all that promise,
is all but forgotten.
Her disappearance will not go
unanswered, nor will your part in it.
I will not rest until
you get what you deserve.
Watch yourself."
So, not a love letter, then?
He sounds like an angry guy.
Signed by a Frederick Moody.
Just a couple weeks
before the Judge was killed.
Emma Moody. That was one of
the Judge's cases we looked at.
I spoke to the accused myself,
Anton Johnston.
He was exonerated
and started a legal fund.
Maybe Moody was overwhelmed with grief
and decided it was time
to punish somebody.
I worked with Judge Dockery a lot.
She got threats all the time.
Par for the course.
I doubt that means anything.
Either way, we're gonna
pay Mr. Moody a visit.
[RED] Like I said,
I don't care what it costs.
[VESCO] Raymond! Where are you?
I'm in here!
We need that equipment to
finish construction on schedule.
No more delays.
Am I making myself clear?
Good. Thank you.
I was just headed out.
Uh, we need to talk.
Okay.
I had a meeting
with a man who calls himself Wujing.
And?
And he had some curious things
to say about you.
Most people do.
He said you were working with the Feds.
No. Wait. It sounded more like
you were working for the Feds,
that you were hand-delivering
our colleagues to them
like cheese puffs on a silver platter
and that I was one of those puffs
and that you had had me
hand-delivered to prison.
And what did you have to say to that?
Well, I told him I didn't buy it.
But he seemed pretty convinced.
So convinced, in fact,
that he's spending every waking moment
searching for evidence
of your supposed arrangement
with the government.
And when he has it, he will come for you
with the gleeful assistance
of all the criminals
you've served up to the FBI
over the years.
That's crazy, right?
Hm. Please.
Yep. I sent that letter. So what?
You wrote that Judge Dockery
was going to pay for what she did.
He didn't mean it like that.
He was just blowing off steam.
You ever lose someone, Agent?
You threatened a judge.
Judge Dockery didn't care about justice.
She let that spoiled rich monster
who took our daughter walk.
You're referring to Anton Johnston?
Emma's hair and DNA
were found in his car.
He claimed he just gave her a ride
to meet a friend at a bar,
but we know he was lying.
Because Emma never
showed up at that bar.
Because he did something to her.
In his testimony,
Mr. Johnston didn't deny
that your daughter was in his car.
They had offices in the same building,
and he offered Emma a ride so
she didn't have to walk in a downpour.
All of which can be confirmed
by a text she sent to her friend.
So where is she then?
[SCOFFS]
You're just like every other
tool of the injustice system.
"Reasonable doubt." Ha!
What about common sense?
She was in his car and now she's gone!
It's no wonder people
feel they're better off
taking things into their own hands.
Is that what you did, Mr. Moody?
Where were you the night the
Judge Dockery was murdered?
He was with me.
Can anyone else verify that?
[SIGHS]
I wore this necklace
throughout the trial.
Emma had an identical one.
It was our thing.
A little joke between us.
We bought them at a street fair.
Emma always said I should
have gotten my own name,
but there wasn't a "Janice"
necklace on the rack,
so I picked her name.
Just like I did when she was a baby.
[CRYING] Oh, God. My baby.
[FREDERICK] You both happy now?
I'm sorry. Where did you
get that flower from?
It's from a bouquet I found
on the nightstand
in Emma's apartment
after she disappeared.
It reminds me of when
she wasn't missing.
When she was full of life,
had a huge career ahead of her.
She wanted to be a public defender.
It's ironic, isn't it?
She believed in the power of
the law to change people's lives.
Weren't flowers similar to this
found at the Judge's murder scene?
Mr. Moody, don't leave town.
In the meantime, though,
we're gonna need to borrow this.
These are definitely calla lilies.
This one looks the same,
but I'm not absolutely sure.
Why don't we ask Herbie to examine it?
He seems to have a wide range
of forensic expertise.
Give him a call.
[MALIK] Hello, Herbie. This is Siya.
Hey! Siya. This is Herbie.
I know. I just said, "Hello, Herbie."
Hold on. I'm putting you on speaker
so the rest of the team can join.
Team? What team?
Hello, Herbie. This is Harold.
I'm an associate of Siya's.
We're here with another member
of our team, Donald.
Wow. You guys are all
working the Dockery case?
- We are.
- Cool. Wow.
Thank you for that analysis
of Judge Dockery's injuries.
There have been some other
developments in the case
we'd like your expertise on if possible.
Yeah, sure thing.
Um, I'm headed out
to practice right now.
Finally getting a little break
from the kid.
A little foosball.
I'm [CHUCKLES]
I'm sorry. Uh, foosball?
It's something you need to practice?
When you're preparing
for a tournament, you do.
So there's foosball tournaments, huh?
Yes, it's not just fraternity
parties and sports bars.
You know what?
I'm getting a little tired
of the constant dismissal
of the sport, quite frankly.
I'd imagine you are.
Anyway, Herbie, we've zeroed in
on a case Judge Dockery
was presiding over a few months
before she was killed
the disappearance and
presumed murder of Emma Moody.
Emma's father, Frederick Moody,
threatened the Judge
for letting the defendant,
Anton Johnston, go free.
Moody's alibi isn't rock-solid,
but, more importantly, we found a
flower in his daughter's possession
that she had
right before she disappeared.
And this flower looks
very much like those
that we found
at the Dockery murder scene.
Do you think you can confirm
that they're the same?
Can you send me a photo
of the new flower?
[MALIK] Okay. Photo on the way.
When we spoke with Anton Johnston,
did he mention any threats
after the acquittal?
Maybe Moody also tried
to intimidate him.
He didn't mention it.
Johnston credited the Judge
with giving him his life back
after being wrongly accused.
They crossed paths at a
charity event after the trial.
He seemed genuinely dismayed
by her murder,
offered to help in any way he could.
Let's take him up on that offer.
[HERBIE] Hey, these are
definitely the same species of lily
as the ones from the crime scene.
But there's more than that.
They're weird.
Siya, did you take that
photograph using a filter?
No. Why?
I mean, obviously,
you can get calla lilies
from most grocery stores or florists,
but these have, like, a unique shimmer.
It's like they were
sprayed with something
or some chemical process
interfered with their development,
which that would be super unusual.
And I I need to run
some tests to be sure,
but they definitely seem
to come from the same source.
Can I physically examine
the lily from the Moodys?
Not right now, of course.
Oh. Because of foosball.
Victory never sleeps.
We'll have the specimen ready
for you after your return.
[SIGHS] A forensics nerd
who plays competitive foosball.
Who also happens to be happily married
to a super-hot punk-rock singer.
[CHUCKLES] Well, that confirms it.
I'm definitely doing it wrong.
How about you two drop that
flower sample off at Herbie's
on your way to
Anton Johnston's residence?
Maybe Moody also sent him
some poison-pen letters.
[PAIGE] Wow! [CHUCKLES]
What a gorgeous piece
of property you have here!
Again, I'm so sorry my meeting went long
and we had to sit in traffic,
but I am certain I will find a way
to make it up to you later.
[CHUCKLES]
I don't care how we spend
the time as long as it's together.
[GASPS] Oh, this is gorgeous.
[GASPS] Ohh.
This place really is magnificent.
[ANTON] Thank you. It was my father's.
I spent my formative years at a
boarding school in New Hampshire,
so I've only recently
become reacquainted
with the property
since my inheritance of it.
Is it strange to be
back here as an adult?
It's what my father would have wanted.
And what about your mother?
Passed away, as well.
Oh. I'm sorry.
Don't be.
She was rarely in the picture.
Very much a career type.
[BOTH CHUCKLE NERVOUSLY]
Uh, what I mean is
she put her job first.
My mother was a true workaholic.
It's what led to her untimely death,
I'm certain of it.
[SNIFFS]
I'm just grateful you managed
to get some time off to be with me now.
Mm
- A toast.
- [CHUCKLES]
To
stolen moments.
Mm
Mmm
[BOTH CHUCKLE]
Mmm.
Waxed leather.
- Musk.
- Hm?
Mushrooms.
Perhaps a note of blue cheese?
I like a woman who doesn't mind
a little decay in her single malt.
This is old. Very old.
Seventy-five years.
It's Macdonell.
Ohh! [LAUGHS]
I never thought I would have
the opportunity to try some.
What, at a paltry $30,000 a bottle?
Mm. To thrill you,
so it's worth every penny.
[SIGHS]
What a beautiful garden.
Do you have help with
Do you have
[DOORBELL RINGS]
Oh. What a surprise.
Nice to see you again.
Agent Malik. I believe it was?
- And, uh?
- Agent Ressler. You mind if we come in?
Now's not a great time, to be honest.
We only need a few minutes.
[DOORS CLOSE]
Somebody here with you?
N-No, no. Those are from last night.
I've neglected to tidy up. Forgive me.
So how can I be of service?
Some new evidence has come to light
regarding the murder of Judge Dockery.
About the Bruno son?
We'd actually like to ask you
about the father of Emma Moody.
Ah. Frederick Moody.
Terrifying individual.
I-I feel for him, of course, but
- You two crossed paths?
- More than cross.
It may not be noted in trial coverage,
but Moody savagely attacked me
after the not-guilty verdict.
Took three bailiffs to pull him off.
He seemed to have a serious
problem controlling his rage.
Has he threatened you since the trial?
[ANTON] I think there were one or
two angry letters.
I just ignored them.
Wait.
Do we think he killed Ali?
I didn't realize you were on such
intimate terms with Judge Dockery.
- [ANTON] Uh, w-what do you mean?
- "Ali"?
Nicknames are usually reserved
for people in one's inner circle.
How close exactly were the two of you?
Hey, hey! Where's
Where are you going?
How close were you and Judge Dockery?
Okay. Fine.
[SIGHS]
For a brief time,
Ali and I were romantically involved.
Why didn't you tell me this before?
I kept quiet about it
after her death because she
She would have hated anyone finding out.
It would cast a salacious pall
over what was a storied judgeship.
A judge and a former defendant?
Protecting her reputation was the least
I could do after
all she had done for me.
- [WOMAN GROANS]
- [THUD]
I thought you said you were alone.
[CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY]
Go.
Let's go.
- [LINE RINGING]
- [RESSLER] Agent Ressler.
Hey. It's Herbie.
Siya wasn't picking up,
so I asked Red
if I could get your number.
Not a good time, Herbie.
Wait. I-I have information
on your flowers. The shimmer.
It's unique because the
nitrogen content is off the charts.
Nitrogen alters
leaf reflectance and color,
so much so that you could
spot it from above a tree canopy
if you had a drone or if you had
Still not a good ti
The really important part
is that nitrogen content
that high can only come from one source.
One probable source anyway.
If the field tests
in the Amazon are correct
and I have no reason to believe
they aren't
Cut to the chase!
Decomposing bodies.
W-What?
Vegetation with this unique iridescence
is grown on or near remains
human remains.
[ANTON] This, uh
It's not what it looks like.
- [PAIGE BREATHING SHARPLY]
- Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Are you okay?
Back against the wall!
Hey You're okay.
[MALIK GRUNTING]
Ressler!
Not another step.
[MALIK] We're digging up the plot
under that flower garden of yours.
Three women's bodies so far.
Emma Moody
a television executive who
went missing eight months ago
and another body that appears
to be that of your mother.
She was overseas frequently,
and my father wasn't exactly
the "throw the ball
around the yard" type,
so she decided to send me
away to boarding school,
which left him alone, abandoned,
spiraling into depression
until he eventually took his own life.
And you blamed your mother
for that, didn't you?
"Mother"?
She doesn't merit the honorific.
She only ever cared about herself.
She didn't even come home
when my father passed.
She had "business" in England.
Business that was tall
and dark and handsome.
Is that why you killed her?
Buried her body on the property?
Decomposing in that garden
was the only time
that woman ever nurtured anything.
But killing your mother,
it didn't stop your pain or your anger.
So you began to target other
women who reminded you of her,
women you courted with the very flowers
you grew in your morbid
little death plot.
Women like Emma Moody.
And Judge Dockery.
No! No.
Ali was different.
Different how?
Ali was the first woman who ever saw me
for who I am
and loved me unconditionally,
the polar opposite of my mother.
She She was my c-cure, my salvation.
She
She was my person.
And yet you murdered her.
I had no choice.
I'm gonna rinse off and
then I'm going to make you
the best shrimp scampi
you have ever had.
[LAUGHS]
I love you.
Mm. I love you.
Hm.
[CHUCKLES]
Ahh
[CHUCKLES]
[CELLPHONE BUZZES]
This better be important. I'm
[SHOWER RUNNING]
Oh. It got moved up to tomorrow?
Okay. Yeah. Hold on.
I just want to write this down.
Yeah, okay. I'm just
I'm looking for a pen.
I was thinking we could open
the Montrachet Grand Cru.
Ali?
Where'd you go?
[JUDGE DOCKERY] Oh, no. [GASPS] Oh, no.
At that point,
there was nothing I could say.
[GASPS] Stay away from me!
Don't come any closer!
You were in a relationship
with Emma Moody!
What did you do to that poor girl?
[ANTON] Even at the end
I could see it in her eyes.
She still loved me.
But once you lose trust
in a relationship
you can never get it back.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
Agent Malik is transferring
Johnston to be arraigned now.
- Good work on this one.
- Herbie, too.
Without his help,
we may never have found all those bodies
that Johnston creep
buried in his garden.
Reddington was right about
Herbie's forensic know-how.
He's a weird guy,
but he's good at what he does.
Now, speaking of Reddington,
we still don't know why the Freelancer
was broken out of prison.
And Wujing what's up with him?
He's a seriously bad guy,
and he's still out there, by the way.
Reddington says
he's got something brewing.
So, for now, we take him at his word.
It's not his word I'm worried about.
[VESCO] All right.
I confronted Reddington
with the information you shared with me.
And do you know what that
snake weasel reprobate did?
Instead of denying it,
he actually confessed.
He has been working
with the Feds for years.
Just like you said.
A secret task force just for him.
Hm. It's even named after him,
that preening egomaniac.
Ahh
When I pressed him for the truth,
the floodgates flew open.
He's sitting there,
calm as Kool-Aid, saying,
"Robert, my dear friend,
certainly you understand."
Blah, blah, blah, blah,
blah, blah, blah.
I said, "No, I don't."
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
"No, I don't understand at all."
[SIGHS]
And to think
I trusted that man with my life.
Well, fool me once
Betrayal is a sin
that shouldn't go unpunished.
Don't you agree?
As much as it pains me to say it, yes.
But it doesn't pain me.
It doesn't pain me at all!
When do we start?
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