All language subtitles for The Blacklist S01E08 General Ludd.1080p.Bluray.x264-ROVERS

(GRUNTS)

(EXPLOSION IN DISTANCE)

You hear that?
What was it?

I don't know. We should head back.
We'll play more later.

It's almost 7:30.
Your mom's gonna be upset.

One more kick-off!

I'll return!

(♪♪♪)

Dad?

Aah! Aah!

CROWD: (CHANTING)
United! We'll never be defeated!

(CROWD YELLING)

MAN: (VOICE DISTORTED)
The storm has come.

A wave of death and destruction,

aimed at the few
who've left so little for so many.

It will wash away the greedy,

and when it does,
you can thank General Ludd.

(♪♪♪)

(WATER RUNNING)

What are you still doing here?

Hey, late start. Teacher in-service.
I'm supposed to bring donuts

as if Mrs. Wempon's ass
could use another bear claw.

(LAUGHS)

What's going on here?
You know.

Good morning.
I'm working on it.

♪ But the chillin' turn out fine
I got the pieces if you got the time ♪ ♪

...a cargo plane bound for Los Angeles.

Sources say it exploded just 90 seconds
after takeoff here in Washington.

Did you see this? Plane crash.
Hmm?

The debris and the eyewitness
accounts say it looks like a bomb.

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

It's my dad.

NEWS ANCHOR: Reports are claiming
that this could be the result...

Hey. Is everything okay?

I can't call my daughter
unless there's something wrong?

How are you feeling?
Oh, you know me. Picture of health.

Something's wrong.

This 12-year-old
who claims to be an oncologist

wants to run another series of tests.

You're in the hospital? I'm coming.
No, you're not. I'm fine.

Listen, butterball, it's under control.

I've got teams of medical people here.
Their teams have teams. I'm fine.

When are these tests happening?
As soon as the doc finishes her martini.

No jokes. If this is serious,
I wanna be there.

It's not.
Don't say that because

you don't wanna bother me.
You're allowed to bother me.

It's just a test, Lizzy.

Okay. Leave your phone on
and call me as soon as it's done, okay?

All right.

Dad, I love you.
I love you too.

Pretending doesn't make it any better.
She deserves to know the truth.

(♪♪♪)

Shut up and hand me
that Snickers bar, would you?

Absolutely not. I'm not giving you
access to the FBI's ViCAP system.

Then you have to find
another criminal

to talk to Elizabeth Keen
and make fun of Agent Ressler.

We have an agreement.
Yes, for me to bring cases to you.

It doesn't work the other way around.
I'm not your consultant.

I have no interest in cases
that I have no interest in.

Personally, I think my proposal
was incredibly fair.

You have got to give to get, Harold.

You're asking me to go beyond
the terms of our agreement.

If you want me to help you, I will.

But I need something extra
to sweeten the deal.

Rest assured,
granting me access to ViCAP

will benefit you just as much
as it does me.

Does this mean you know
who took down that plane?

You're speaking as if an individual
is responsible for this.

It's far bigger than you might think.
It's a movement.

Do we have a deal?

(♪♪♪)

LIZ: Reddington believes General
Ludd is behind the attack.

They take their name from the leader of a
19th century group called the Luddites,

a militant wing of a popular struggle
against early industrial capitalism.

1997, Davos, Switzerland.

Ludd took credit for a car bomb that hit
the Economic international Summit.

Nine people were killed, including
two European finance ministers.

2005, Ludd released the source code

protecting data
for international stockholders.

Caused a glitch that cost the market
a few hundred million.

See, that I can appreciate.
Trim the fat off the fat cats.

This group is incredibly well-educated.

They're as disciplined
as any terrorist cell.

Identifying members
has been impossible.

Reddington can ID one of these guys?

Better. Says he can identify the group's
founder, Nathaniel Wolff.

Says he's the man ultimately responsible
for taking down that plane.

This is the only known image of him
that we have.

Get out there. Find him.

I'll let the locals know you're coming.
Nobody sleeps until we have him.

AGENT: it was definitely
a bomb, not mechanical.

At the moment, we have two suspects.

The bomb was homemade, straight
from the Oklahoma City playbook.

It was driven onto the tarmac
by a cargo operator

and placed onto the plane.

We've got bomb residue inside
to confirm that.

The driver's name was Roger Gard.

Haven't found him.
What about your second suspect?

My guys just got word last night
a fertilizer plant was robbed.

One of the part-time employees stole
chemicals from the warehouse.

Have a name?
Plant manager thinks

it was taken by an employee named
Arthur Denning.

(♪♪♪)

Here it is. We've got it. Arthur Denning
started at the Greenbow Fertilizer Plant

three months ago.

The U.S. Attorney subpoenaed
everything they have.

Personal records,
performance reviews and this.

Security footage.

He accessed a remote warehouse at 2:16 a.m.
There he is. That's our guy.

That's Arthur Denning? I just
got a company ID on Roger Gard.

Aram, can you pull up that picture?
Yeah.

Okay. What the hell is going on?

Arthur Denning and Roger Gard
are the same person.

Can you pull up the photo of Wolff?

Whoever that guy is,
he is not Nathaniel Wolff.

Then who is he?

(♪♪♪)

Who has my itinerary?
Flight 1143.

I want you all to know
what an honor this has been.

Hey. I know you don't wanna call me
because you don't wanna freak me out

but FYI, not calling me freaks me out,
so call me.

I just wanna know about the tests.
I love you.

We compared the employee files
of Gard and Denning.

They have one thing in common.
What?

We got his home address. Let's roll.

(♪♪♪)

LIZ:
We went looking for the real identity

of the man
posing as Denning and Gard.

The one thing we knew going in,

was that the man we were looking
for was not Nathaniel Wolff.

We were wrong. Reddington was right.
What proof do you have?

The items we found are basically
a love letter from Wolff to his father.

Wolff's father was a mechanic who
worked his entire life at PTB Aviation.

When Wolff was 6, a corporate raider
bought the airline and sold it off.

Wolff's father was a union man,
fought to keep the airline intact.

He lost. Started drinking, his wife left.
Six months later,

Wolff's father committed suicide.
Okay. But again, that isn't proof.

No, but we've got Nathaniel Wolff's
fingerprints all over the place.

Two different people,
both with the exact same print?

RESSLER:
He can't change his fingerprints.

He changed his face.

LULI:
Malaysia is the future, Mary.

A new world is waiting.
They're starting a production line...

I am not moving to Malaysia.

I understand but with your skills
and a market like Kuala Lumpur...

I find it so reassuring.

The movie stars, the pop singers,
they really are just like the rest of us.

Mr. Reddington, I told you,

I'm not interested
in anything outside Fairfax County.

Caleb's in school. He's 9.

I'm treasurer of the PTA, for God sakes.
I can't just leave.

Mary, darling, you would thrive
in Malaysia and Caleb would love it.

Those thieving little monkeys
near Batu Caves are absolute rascals.

(DOOR OPENS)

Molly!

What are you doing here?
You're a little early. We're not ready yet.

One of our most trusted couriers.
Please excuse us.

(♪♪♪)

You have a suburban housewife
printing fake money out of her garage.

Mary is an artist.
She has a tremendous gift.

I've been calling your people
all morning. Luli didn't pick up.

Luli didn't pick up because we're busy.

You should've dug
that chip out of your damn neck.

Well, you're here now,
so, what's on your mind?

We searched the home address
listed for both suspects

and were able to pull some prints.

They belong to Nathaniel Wolff.

(LAUGHS)

I never tire of being correct.
Someone changed his face.

I understand your father is not well.

Excuse me?
The cancer, it's come back?

My father's fine, he's just...

Who the hell told you that?

You should be there. With him.

I'm not doing this.

Guessing what you know
or how you know it.

Dr. Maltz.

What?
Abraham Maltz.

The best surgeon
for this sort of business.

Maltz.

(♪♪♪)

Before we do this,
let me be clear.

I have business that requires further
travel today.

So this needs to happen quickly,
you need to follow my lead.

Dr. Maltz is not on the Blacklist,
he's an asset I need to protect.

You want me to protect some surgeon who might
be linked to a terrorist organization?

Yes.

Abraham.

Raymond. What brings you in?
I don't know how you do it.

I had that done once,
couldn't bear the tickling. How are you?

We need to talk. In private.
Yeah, sure. Give us a minute, please?

Ray, look at you.
You look great.

I mean, the elasticity is amazing.

You've been juicing?

Beets, mostly.
Some celery, carrots, a lot of ginger.

The kale makes me dyspeptic.

And what's a beautiful young woman
like you doing with this vulture?

Trust me, it's not by choice.

So, Nathaniel Wolff, you gave him
a new face. I need to find him.

You know I would help you if I could.

I do and I thank you for that, Abraham.

Normally I wouldn't impose but this is
a personal matter of some urgency.

You know my business, the rules.
It's all about confidentiality.

Absolutely. This conversation
should never leave this office.

I just got done with six hours
of surgery and you walk in.

I mean, I don't know you or why you
think you could come in here

and ask questions about my clients.
Red, help me out.

My name is Special Agent
Elizabeth Keen. I'm with the FBI.

Mr. Reddington is working with us,
helping us to capture high-value targets

and Nathaniel Wolff is one of them.
I need to find Wolff. I know you can help.

Wait a minute.
You're an informant now?

How dare you come...?
LIZ: Did you hear me?

I need his new name. Give it to me
or I'll have the Miami Field Office

tear your practice apart
faster than you can say "tummy tuck."

Bradley Holland, okay?
That's the name he goes under now.

Bradley Holland.

Abraham.

I refer important clients to you,
people who are vital to my business.

People whose livelihood
depends on your confidentiality,

and you roll over like a cockapoo
wanting his belly scratched?

You said this guy was solid.
RAYMOND: Some woman

Wait.
who claims to be an FBI agent

makes a few ham-fisted threats,

and you hand over one of your own clients?
That's dirty pool.

God forbid this ever gets back
to poor Nathaniel Wolff.

I don't know what's... Nothing.
What other secrets have you given away?

Who knows about the work I had done?
Nobody, truthfully. You know me.

I brought Christina to you specifically
for your discretion and expertise.

I assured her you were trustworthy.

I'm sorry. I was wrong.

Shame on you, Abraham.

I know another doctor.
No. Red.

We could make this right.
You know me.

I would never give out
a name of any client.

(♪♪♪)

LIZ: We believe Wolff is now
using the name, Bradley Holland,

a pilot for Innova Air.

I buy him as a cargo operator,
but a pilot?

That would require licenses,
documentation, a background check.

Anonymity is a cornerstone of this
group's decentralized command structure.

Wolff has given up his identity
for this cause.

Wall Street destroyed the airline
that Wolff's father devoted his life to

so Wolff is now using the airlines
in his efforts to destroy Wall Street.

Holland swiped through security
at Reagan international.

Get the TSA on the line. Tell them to pull
the feeds. Backtrack the swipe.

He's gonna bring down another plane.

(♪♪♪)

Sophie, hi.

If it's okay with you,
I'm deadheading to Denver.

Let me check what seats are available.

I appreciate that. I'm Bradley.

(WHISPERS)
There's an empty seat in first.

Must be my lucky day.

Yes, sir, the attack is imminent.
We need to contact Homeland,

move the threat level
to Code Red.

All planes need to be rerouted.

Nothing should be taking off
or landing at Reagan.

MAN:
How about that?

Nuts, right?

They're saying a father and son
were killed on the ground.

It's terrible. That group?

The ones that took credit?
Oh, yeah, General something.

General... General Ludd.

Within an hour
of that plane dropping out of the sky,

that company lost 30 percent
of its market share.

Bunch of wackos, right?
Oh, you said it.

Out of work, sexually frustrated,
living-at-home losers, if you ask me.

Mm-hm.

What line of work are you in?

Hedge funds. Dolus Capital.

Oh, heh-heh.

So this General Ludd group,
you're, like,

the poster child
for everything they hate.

Ha-ha-ha.
How does that feel? You worried?

Not in the Gold Club, I'm not.
Ha-ha. Know what I'm saying?

Mm-hm.

(♪♪♪)

Sophie? Do me a favor?
Whatever you need.

I left my logbook six gates away.
Would you watch my stuff?

I'll put it in first class.
We're boarding any minute.

You're the best.

Tom.
TOM: Liz, Aunt June called.

Now's not a good time.

She said your dad hasn't exactly been
telling you the truth.

He's a little sicker
than he's been letting on.

Aunt June gets indigestion
and thinks she's having a stroke.

The cancer spread to his liver.

What?

No, he was just going in for a few tests.

Apparently it's a little more serious
than that,

and Aunt June thinks that
we need to be there, like, now.

I can't, I...

Oh, my God, I've gotta call him.

No, he's in surgery. Listen,
I'm on the next flight out of Dulles,

and I got Ellie to watch Hudson...

Surgery? Have you talked to
his oncologist?

No, I talked to June and you're right. She's
probably overreacting but if you can't go now...

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Yeah, what do you got?

...let me book you the 6:15,

and you'll be in Nebraska
by noon. Okay?

Lizzy, okay?
Okay.

You all right?

Got him. Deadheading to Denver.
Flight 1143.

Block off this runway. Clear that terminal.
I want everyone out of here now.

We need emergency vehicles
on standby.

Bomb squad's en route.
I want every bag...

(COUGHS)

(♪♪♪)

Hello, Sam.

It's been far too long.

LIZ:
Sir?

I have a family emergency.
My father's sick. I need to catch a flight.

Not an option.

I know the timing is terrible.
All flights are grounded.

What? Why?

General Ludd.
FBI Headquarters received a manifesto.

MAN: (IN DISTORTED VOICE) We are General Ludd.
Our uprising against the undue influence

of corporations on our government
has begun.

Today marks the beginning of a war.

Our enemy?
The oligarchs of corporate America

who have destroyed the middle class
on whose backs this country was built.

Our fight is for the soul of this country.

There will be protests,
violent uprisings,

planes will fall from the skies.

The corrupt corporate giants
will be brought to their knees.

So, as it begins, ask yourself,
are you General Ludd?

FAA has implemented 9/11 protocol.
Planes are grounded until further notice.

This was their plan. They wanted us to
ground those planes, cripple the economy.

I've got an address on Bradley Holland.
RESSLER: Same as Denning and Gard?

AMIR: Yes, but I've also
traced a credit card payment

to a storage facility.
Brooklyn, St. Marks Ave.

Let's roll.

(LAUGHS) Oh, my God.

I've never been more scared of a woman
in my life.

She was thrilling in bed.
What a pair of legs.

I think she played field hockey
in college.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(COUGHING)

I've missed that laugh.

(CLEARS THROAT)

You look like hell.

I finally had a chance
to see her, Sam.

There's a fire inside
she got from you.

She's volatile...

unpredictable.

Soft, then hard, then...

Ha-ha-ha, soft again.

(LAUGHS)

Stronger than she knows.

You gave her an incredible gift, Sam.

Taking her in...

and loving her as your own.

They've given me six weeks.

For what? So I can lay here
and watch them take me apart.

I wish they'd said six hours.

And I told them, I said:

"You can get rid of those
damn machines.

Go monitor somebody
who's actually got vital signs."

(BOTH LAUGH)

(COUGHING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(♪♪♪)

I need to tell Lizzy.

No.
I know what we agreed,

but before I go, I have to tell her.

I can't let you do that.

She deserves the truth.

(♪♪♪)

They've created entire lives.

As if they were real people.

So who the hell is John Horlbeck?

His whole plan rested on becoming John
Horlbeck, a 45-year-old truck driver.

Trucking company he works for
has contracts

with the Bureau of Engraving
and Printing.

Every day, BEP moves
billions of dollars in currency

from the U.S. Mint and Federal Reserve
banks all over the country.

They move it by plane.

But with the planes grounded,
they move...

By truck. Today.

This is all an elaborate heist.

How much is Horlbeck moving
by his trucking company?

Five hundred million.

(♪♪♪)

(ENGINE STARTS)

I just got the transponder frequency
from American Secure Transport.

Target vehicle is crossing
over the Queensboro Bridge.

Delaware plates,
six-Alpha-seven-seven-Bravo.

Daddy, thank God. I was so worried.

What's going on?
Tom just spoke with Aunt June.

Aunt June talks too much.
Tom said you're in surgery.

Look, I'm sorry to bring you
so late to the party,

but about three months ago,
I wasn't feeling so great.

So I went to the doc.

And, uh...

she said the cancer came back.
And it spread everywhere.

They're doing what they can
but it ain't good.

But obviously they think
they can do something. They think...

I should have told you the truth.

I should have been honest
with you from the get-go

but I couldn't.
I was trying to protect you.

I'm on my way,
as soon as I can get on a plane.

You're gonna be fine,
Daddy. I know that.

Of course I am. Heh.

(♪♪♪)

I love you.

I love you too, butterball.

Thank you.

You will always be her father, Sam.

I can only hope to...

love her and protect her...

as you have.

(MUFFLED GRUNTING)

(♪♪♪)

Excuse me.
I'm here to see Samuel Howen.

Know what room he's in?
Are you family?

Yeah, I'm his son-in-law, Tom Keen.
I...

(♪♪♪)

I'm so sorry.

Thank you.

Okay, turning south.

Take the Midtown Tunnel.
You can get ahead of him.

(♪♪♪)

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Keen.
Lizzy, how are you?

LIZ:
Not a good time.

Sorry. I was just thinking about you.

Wanted to see
if you needed anything.

With the case?
No.

With your father.

Are you gonna make it home
to Nebraska?

All planes are grounded.
Not mine.

Lizzy, are you sure
there's nothing I can do for you?

I can't talk right now.

Mind if I sit?

No, go right ahead.

Visiting someone?
A friend.

He died today. Yourself?
Mm.

I came here to see my father-in-law.

But I...

I didn't get here in time.

Oh, my.

I'm terribly sorry.

It's hard to...

not say goodbye.

I've lost so many people.

Never seems to get any easier.

I don't know what I'm gonna say
to my wife.

I've been sitting here for
I don't know how long trying

to figure out how to tell her.

My wife and her dad,
they had something...

He took her in when
she was 4 years old. Adopted her.

And raised her as a single parent.

She's gonna be heartbroken.

Yes.

It'll undoubtedly take some time.

But I'm sure she'll be fine.

He'll always be there with her.

Standing in the shadows
to keep her safe.

Laughing with her in the light.

Watching through her eyes,
all those who get close.

He'll always be there.

She will be fine.

(♪♪♪)

I hope you're right.

I know I am.

We got him.

(SIRENS WAILING)

(CROWD CHANTING INDISTINCTLY)

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

(BEEPS)

(CROWD CHEERING)

(GUNSHOTS)

(CROWD SHOUTING)

(CROWD CHEERING AND SHOUTING)

This was never about the money.

Wolff's people hit that truck for
something more valuable than the cash.

There was a safe on the truck.
In it was a hard drive

containing software
for the new $100 bill.

Proprietary algorithms, plate design,
watermarks, encoding techniques,

every last hair on
Ben Franklin's eyelash is on that drive.

Luckily, we got to him
before he could access the safe.

Any indication where Wolff may be?
MEERA: We put out an APB.

Major roads and ports
have been secured.

With planes still grounded,
flying out isn't an option.

That's not exactly true.

(♪♪♪)

Lizzy.
You said you could still fly?

If you know what corners to cut,
yes, everything is possible.

Wolff wanted us to ground planes

so he could steal blueprints
for the $100 bill.

He's escaping by plane.
Nobody's watching the skies.

My guess is you're half-right.
If you were him,

where would you fly from?
Where was Wolff last seen?

Wall Street.
How fitting.

Let me look into the matter.
I'll see what I can find.

Dembe, tell Edward
we're making an unscheduled stop.

Hey.

Ready to go?
Oh, I'm not your pilot.

He went for a stroll.
Well, get him back.

Years ago,
I used to smuggle small shipments

of Oaxaca Highland Gold
into this airstrip.

Beautiful space. Bumpy as hell.

You know, Mr. Wolff,
I admire your commitment.

Others may doubt you,
may think your revolutionary talk

is just that, talk to cover your greed,
but I think not.

You really do want this country's
financial system to fail.

And if I'm not mistaken,

you've come up with an ingenious way
to make that happen.

Who are you?
No doubt the feds are congratulating

themselves this very minute

for recovering the blueprint
they assume is real

but you and I know it's not. it's a fake.

How do you know that?
You swapped the drives.

Gave the feds a counterfeit.
If the Mint uses it,

billions of dollars of counterfeit
currency would be circulated,

bankrupting this country.

And you're gonna what?
Stop me, turn me in?

(LAUGHS)

I'm gonna rob you.

Because unlike you,
I happen to believe in capitalism.

I like money.
I like the lifestyle it affords me.

I like the things that happen
when you give it away.

What becomes of you
and General Ludd

once you board that plane
is none of my concern,

though it is worth noting
that a true Luddite

would burn the plane
rather than fly in it.

But whatever, your irony.
At any rate, have a safe flight

and buckle up.
This runway is a bitch.

You got the tail number?
Yes, sir.

Send it to Agent Keen.

(♪♪♪)

Nathaniel Wolff? You're under arrest.

Call this in to Cooper.
Get the flight ban lifted.

I'll look after this one.
You go see your father.

Thank you.

Is it really worth it, this job?
Risking your life?

For what? The privilege of living
in some crappy studio apartment?

They own you.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(♪♪♪)

(RADICAL FACE'S "WELCOME HOME"
PLAYING)

(INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE)

♪ Sleep don't visit ♪

♪ So I choke on sun ♪

♪ And the days blur into one ♪

♪ And the backs of my eyes ♪

♪ Hum with things I've never done ♪

♪ Sheets are swaying
From an old clothesline ♪

♪Like a row of captured ghosts
Over old dead grass ♪

♪ Was never much
But we've made the most ♪

♪ Welcome home ♪ ♪

(INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE)

You get one bite of the apple.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Should have known when you agreed
to help us

that you would take something
for yourself.

We didn't think he could access
the safe on the truck but he did.

He swapped the original drive
for a counterfeit,

and when we arrested him,
he didn't have it.

I'm sorry about your father.

How was the funeral?

This is going to be a difficult time.

The best way to keep the memory
of your father alive is to talk about him.

Tell me some stories.

(INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE)

(♪♪♪)