All language subtitles for The Blacklist S01E11 (ENG) The Good Samaritan Killer.

Previously on The Blacklist...

We have credible intelligence that
you're being targeted.

Anslo Garrick got you
to bring me here

so that he could attack
this facility.

How many people are going to die
here today, Reddington?

Wait. No.

[ Siren wailing ] Aram:
Give me that damned chip!

You obviously have a mole.

- What have you told, Ray?
- Nothing.

Then what the hell
are you doing here?

I'm gonna need satellite access
to this address.

Because I think this might be
where they're holding Reddington.

There's no one you can trust
to keep you from us.

You had your talk.

Now it's my turn.

I can kill Lizzy.

[ Gasps ]

We lost Reddington.

So, dad's gonna pick you up
after the party

and take you to hockey.

He's got your equipment
in the car, so...

Michael.

Michael, are you listening?

Yes. Hockey.

Dad has the equipment.

Two slices of pizza.

That's the limit.

Okay. Can I go?

Yes.

Okay.

[ Chuckles ]

"Lord Of The Flies."

Punch?

- Excuse me?
- Would you like some punch?

Strawberry, I think.

James.
I'm Baxter's uncle.

Oh. [ Chuckles ] Sorry.

Karen.

[ Laughs ]

Crazy, right?

All that energy.

They're like puppies.

With laundry.

[ Laughing ] Right.

Would you like a slice of cake?

I'm actually late

to pick up my other puppy
from piano, so...

But thank you
for the punch, though.

Sure.

[ Classical music plays ]

Karen?

Karl: Karen?

Can you hear me?

Where am I?

What happened?

You were drugged.

Phenobarbital.

What are you feeling, Karen?

Can you tell me?

My head... hurts.

How did I get here?

Am I gonna be okay?

No, Karen.

You are not going
to be okay at all.

[ Groans ]

Who are you?

Where am I?

Wait.
W-w-what's happening to me?

Where am I?

Quite a chart here, Karen.

Quite a chart, indeed.

Where am I?!

We are going to start

by collapsing your left lung.

No!

- Now, there's going to be a sharp pain...
- No.

...followed by
an involuntary cough

causing a shortness of breath.

Please, please.

I don't even know --

- Once the lung fills with blood...
- No.

...we're going to move along
the collarbone --

more specifically the medial
end of the left clavicle.

It will cause severe pain.

[ Sobbing ] No.

Well...

let's get started.

No.

[ Screams ]

[ Coughs ]

Operator: 911.
What's your emergency?

I've done it again.

Sir?

Sir?

Hello?
Is anyone there?

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_

Hey.

You know there's
a, uh, surveillance van

parked outside all night?

Everyone at the post office
is under mandatory surveillance

till they identify the leak.

You make it sound like
they're here to protect us.

They are.

So, I applied for a job
in Lincoln.

Before you throw
that coffee cup at me,

just hear me out.

Okay?
There are great schools.

There is low crime.

There's an FBI field office.

I just want to be
a normal, boring couple --

no hidden cameras,
no fake passports,

no surveillance vans outside.

So do I.

But not in Nebraska.

[ Chuckles ]

Well, they asked me
to fly out for an interview.

Hang on.
You're leaving?

Well, the interview's tomorrow,

so I'm flying out
this afternoon.

We need to talk about us,
but --

[ Cellphone buzzes ]

_

My God.

What is it?

You're positive it's him?

Same surgical precision,
same call to 911.

This is the guy.

Mobile psych can handle it.

I rode lead on this case.

That's why they're requesting
a liaison.

Our only job right now
is finding Raymond Reddington.

This case is important to me.

It's personal.

If it's personal to me,
it's personal to Reddington.

He may reach out,
try to help...

make this his case.

[ Knock on door ]

OPR is ready.

Interrogator:
In the last three weeks,

have you had contact
with Reddington?

No.

Tell me this, Agent Keen --

is your husband cleared

to know the location
of this black site?

No.

And yet you brought him here.

As part of an investigation.

- What investigation?
- You can look into that.

All the information is here.

Are you refusing to answer?

Yes.

What happened
in that box with Reddington?

He saved my life and
then threatened to kill me.

What he said while doing that
is none of your business.

According to the report
from your therapist,

you feel guilty about
what happened during the raid.

Of course I do.
I shot a man.

I thought what I said
in therapy was confidential.

You shot a terrorist.

Why would you
feel guilty about that?

Because he's human.

I'll ask again.

Meera: Let's just assume
I'm your mole.

Do you really believe
a little chitchat here

is gonna get you anywhere?

You're suggesting --

Controlled fear, hypothermia,
sleep deprivation.

Do the words
"Advanced interrogation"

not mean anything to you?

Where were you
when the site was taken?

I was on my way here.

I was late.

Interrogator:
That was convenient.

She's a suspect, Harold.
They all are.

Yes. And we're turning
their lives inside out.

Every bank loan,
ATM withdrawal --

Putting Keen on the street

is a mistake.

Keen is our best shot
at drawing him out.

ODNI wants to know
how a US black site

less than 5 miles from
Capitol Hill was compromised.

We have problems, Harold.

You can't even account
for all the victims.

Security cameras
knocked out --

You lost a body.

How is that even possible?

We don't know.

We think Reddington
had something to do with it.

Tell me, our guy --
what do you got on the victims?

Seven so far.
All different ages, incomes.

He always acted unpredictably.

We could never figure out
his trigger,

only that he's trying
to make a statement.

What kind of a statement?

He never kills his victims.

He always calls 911,

allows first responders
a chance to save their lives.

That's why the papers
call him The Good Samaritan.

What's happened?

Are you sure it's my wife?

That's what we need you
to confirm for us, sir.

I'm sorry.

What's your boy's name?

Michael.

Why don't you take
Mr. Brodine inside here?

And I'll hang out with Michael.
If that's okay with you.

Yeah.

[ Door opens ]

[ Groans ]

How are you doing?

My name's Don.

My dad in trouble?

I don't know.

He steal a car?

No.

Did he rob a bank?

He's a bookie.

What happened to your leg?

Oh, I tripped playing soccer.

I broke my collarbone.

Ooh!
Bet that hurt.

When's my dad coming back?

[ Sobs ]

Arrange transport
of her ashes personally.

I want it done properly.

Johnny Cash: "And I heard, as
it were, the noise of thunder...

one of the four beasts
saying, 'Come and see.'

and I saw,
and behold a white horse."

[ "The Man Comes Around" plays ]

The hell are you looking at?

Aah! Aah!

I want you to tell me
about your friend --

the man with the apple.

I don't know.

We never met before the job.

I swear.
I didn't even know his name.

How did you communicate?

By the phones.
Everything was anonymous.

Nobody knew anybody.

We all had jobs.

Tell me about these jobs.

I've never worked
with any of these people before.

I was told to be on standby
for a 48-hour window.

They said
I had under four minutes

to pull a chip from your neck.

Who told you
you had four minutes?

The people who paid me.

How were you paid?

- Cash, at a drop.
- Where?

It was always a different place,
different locations.

EMT: They picked me up
in an ambulance.

I didn't even know
where we were going.

So, you had no knowledge

of either the location
or a target?

No.
I'm surprised it was you.

I was just hired
to supply the injections

and monitor your vital signs.

How were you paid?

In cash at the site.

What denomination
were the bills?

He paid in $5s and $10s.

EMT:
Nothing larger than a $20.

I've told you everything,
I promise.

I know you have.

You have such a pretty face.

And a paramedic.

What a shame.

"And I heard a voice
in the midst of the four beasts.

And I looked,
and behold a pale horse,

and his name
that sat on him was Death,

and hell followed with him."

_

[ Cellphone buzzes ]

Hello?

Lizzy.

Where are you?

I read about that poor woman
they found in Albany.

Sounded awfully familiar.

The Good Samaritan.

Are you back on the case,
I hope?

They're going to find you.

This one's important to you,
isn't he?

Why?
What on Earth happened?

I only ask on the chance
that I may be able to help.

One of
the earliest victims --

she died in my arms.

There was nothing
I could do to stop it.

You missed something,
didn't you?

Serial killers escalate.

This one doesn't.

The victims and methods vary.

I could never see
the pattern...

the profile.
Still can't.

I don't know
about serial killers,

but I do know about torture,

and there is
no one-size-fits-all.

If you really want
to hurt someone,

you need to tailor your attack
specifically to that person.

Perhaps the killer's methods,
the injuries he inflicts

tell you less about him
and more about his victims.

I got to go.

Wait.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

[ Dialing ]

[ Ringing ]

I think I've got something.

You've spoken with Reddington.

Yes. He called.

He called when?
Did you tell Cooper?

Not yet.
We talked about the case.

We're all under suspicion here.

He called,
and you didn't report it?

I will, but something
he said about the case --

We've been focused
on the killer.

We should be focused
on the victims.

The most recent victim's son,
Michael,

broke his collarbone.

Yeah.
He told me at the morgue.

I looked
through his medical records.

He broke
a lot more than that --

broken ribs, collapsed lung,

blunt trauma
to the liver and kidneys.

The boy was abused.

These are
the autopsy x-rays

of the most recent victim.

Every fracture,
every injury the son had,

the killer gave to the mother.

We should bring the boy in.

Malik.

Alone.

[ Telephone rings ]

You've been officially cleared.

That took long enough.

We still have some doubts
about the others.

We've been monitoring a variety

of offshore accounts
linked to Garrick's team.

Contact the banks.

Subpoena them if necessary.

I want to know whose name
is on what account

and where that money came from.

I'm counting
on your discretion.

I think you should know

Reddington
reached out to Agent Keen.

And said what exactly?

She won't say.

Hello, Fyodor.

- Hey!
- [ Gunshots ]

[ Screams ]

Okay! Cool out!

I can make this right!
Just talk to me!

Oh, yes, Fyodor.

- We're gonna talk, all right.
- [ Gun cocks ]

[ Screams ]

[ Groans ]

[ Hissing ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Laughing ] Honestly,
I don't understand you, Fyodor.

With all the business you do,

and you're still
funneling the money

through your nightclubs,
paying contracts in 5s and 10s

'cause you're too cheap
to pay the commission

for clean cash.

Anyway, I get sidetracked.

I've come for your banker.

Who is the banker?

I can't...

[ Choking, coughs ]

[ Coughing ]

The first time
I ever smoked a cigar

was with Marnie Petersen
in fifth grade.

Funny, little,
bat-faced girl.

I adored her.

[ Sighs ] Red...

[ Breathing heavily ]

The bank.

Please.

How about I make this
as simple as possible?

There are five bankers
on the East Coast

who were capable of financing
a mission like Garrick's.

I run money
through four of them.

Which one?

Okay! Oh, okay!

The money was wired
from Gestalten Landesbank,

the New York office.

We have a man there.

I swear that's all I know!

Thank you.

Okay.
So -- so that's it?

We're finished?

Yes, we're finished.

[ Gasps ]

[ Coughs ]

[ Whimpering ]

[ Laughing ] Oh, my God.
The suspense is killing me.

I don't like
to talk about that.

I know, Mike.
I know.

We really need to, okay?

Hey.

You're not in trouble.

I promise.

So, you broke your arm
and your wrist?

I fell... off my bike.

And last year,
you broke your collarbone

and, uh, broke your ankle?

They were accidents.

That's all I'm supposed to say.

Who told you to say that?

It's okay, Michael.

Tell him what you told me.

No one's
gonna hurt you anymore.

My mom.

[ Sobs ]

Michael's mother
was abusing him for years,

and now she ends up dead.

The same injuries

she inflicted on Michael.

Normally, the father

would be the prime suspect,
but that doesn't fit.

I mean,
even if he wanted to hurt her

for abusing their son,

what about the other victims?

Unless...

it's the same motive.

Our unsub's somebody
who targets the abusers.

Like a vigilante killer.

Let's run background checks.

We need to know
what other victims

have loved ones
with identical injuries.

Karl: Beautiful.
See, mother?

Some things do remain the same.

Okay.

I have to go to work now.

Yes, I know.

I don't want to leave you
either.

But I promise
I'll be home soon.

CNN on the...

Mrs. Wilkinson,
you have had quite a year.

Three trips to the ER
in the past 10 months.

Detached retina, concussion,

fractured jaw,
and now a broken wrist.

You can see all that?

In your file.

I'm a total space cadet.

I guess I should try
to be more careful.

I guess so.

Red: Henry.

What the hell are you...

My wife will be down here
any minute.

Great.
I'd love to meet the wife.

[ Sighs ] Mr. Reddington,
we have a dinner engagement.

Don't you think
it's best you and I

make an appointment
for another time?

There's been
a nasty bit of business --

blood spilled, lives lost...

A modicum of torture

words don't fully describe.

I know who's responsible.

I know who carried it out.

Mr. Reddington,
I have no idea --

I've tied up
all the loose ends but one.

To finish the job,

I'll need all your wire
and transfer records

pertaining to the operation.

Mr. Reddington,
I have no idea who --

Please, Henry.
Stop.

You were the bank.

Henry...

You were the bank.

This puts me
in a real... situation.

Listen.
I'll do anything I can to help.

I'll need time to --

You'll hear from me tomorrow.

You need to see this.

One of the offshore accounts
was used to launder money

from Gestalten Landesbank into
this dummy account in Manhattan.

Louis Coogan.
That's our mole?

Well, that's his alias.
Turn the page.

Bring him in.

Clear!

Man: Clear.

Agent: He's not here.

Find him now.

Hello, Aram.

What -- what is this?

Where am I?

You're going to do something
for me.

Account numbers,
routing information.

You're going to steal
$5 million from that account

and place it into one of mine.

I expect the transaction
to be untraceable.

What?

I can't.

Aram...

this is a Colt .45 1911.

I can strip and reassemble
this weapon

- in well under two minutes.
- Mr. Reddington, please.

Once I have it reassembled,
I'm gonna reload the mag,

and if at that time,
your task remains incomplete,

I'm gonna empty that mag
into your head.

That's really messed up.

Don't look so stricken.

The first shot will kill you.

Wait. Wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait!

I did it. It's done.
Look.

It's untraceable,
like you asked.

How? Explain.

I used a ripple exchange
to have the Fiat currency

converted to e-cash
and then into Bitcoin.

I ran the whole transaction

through a randomized cryptographic
extension at the protocol level,

then through a two-tiered
secure laundry service

I know I can trust.

No one's gonna catch you.

I promise.

A souvenir.

You're innocent.

I am?

I mean... I am.
[ Chuckles ]

Wait. Of what?

The team that broke
into the black site

was paid through
Gestalten Landesbank.

My contact there
traced a $250,000 payment

to a covert account
belonging to Louis Coogan.

Louis who?

It's an alias, for you.

Someone is attempting
to implicate you as a mole

by creating a money trail
that leads directly to you.

You're obviously far too clever

to have accepted payment
that was so easily traceable.

You're not gonna kill me.

No.

I'm going to find
somebody else,

and I'm going to kill them.

I never want to hurt her.

I just...

There's this anger
that takes over.

It's like I'm someone else,
you know?

Jack: And we all know
that powerless feeling,

but it's our addiction
to power and control

that leads
to domestic violence.

I'd like to share something.

First time here.

My name is Victor.

- Hello, Victor. - Hello, Victor.
- Hello, Victor.

I was a victim.

My mother.

She called it tough love.

It was abuse.

I refused to see her
for nearly 10 years,

till I realized avoiding her

and pretending those things
never happened...

Took a long time.

But I figured out a way
to reconcile with her.

It has been hard on both of us,

but we've worked out a process.

Call it a home remedy...

that has allowed us
to move forward.

And now...

we're closer
than we've ever been.

[ Chuckles ]

What you said in group
really meant a lot to me.

I understand.

I'm, uh, George, by the way.

I know.

Janice: Henry?

I'm so glad you're home.
We have company.

You never told me
you rowed crew for Dartmouth.

Don't worry, Henry.

I haven't told her
all our war stories.

- Well, a few.
- [ Laughs ]

You have a lovely wife.

We've been getting
to know each other.

Come here,
you old such and such.

[ Sighs ]

I know what you've done.

I invited Bernard
to stay for dinner.

I have a Stroganoff
on the burner.

I hope
you don't mind if I stay.

I do love Stroganoff.

Let me wash up.

You're fun.

[ Laughs ]

He's here.

No! Here in my house.

Wait.

I'm gonna call the police.

Just get somebody here.

Get a car here
as soon as you can.

Would you like
rice or noodles, Bernard?

Whichever is faster.

I believe the police
are on their way.

I gave you what you asked for.

No, Henry.

You gave me the bank transfers
pointing to a patsy.

What's he talking about?

Janice, shh.

You should never have
come here into my home.

They're on their way.

Nearly everyone has been
accounted for, except one.

Who else got paid?

Red, please.

They will kill me if I say
a word about any of --

[ Screams ]
God!

What on Earth?!

- Who else got paid?
- Henry!

You monster!
What have you done?!

Please, Janice.
Stop with the yelling.

It's just a flesh wound.

He shot you!

The next bullet
goes in your stomach

if you don't start talking.

I want a name.

I have to call an ambulance.

- He needs a doctor!
- Janice, if you don't stop,

- I'm gonna put you in the closet.
- Red, please.

I need to call
Dr. Wright.

He will come to the house!

No doctor --

What are you doing?!
Stop it!

Aah! No!

Aah!

[ Sobs ]

Henry, give me the name.

[ Banging on door ]

- Let me out of here!
- Janice...

if you don't stop
your yammering,

I'm gonna have to shoot
through this door,

which will be a shame,

because I won't have any idea
what I'm shooting at.

[ Sobs ]

Give me a name, Henry,

or I'm gonna drag you out,
throw you in the trunk,

fly you to Papua New Guinea,

and have your head
stuck on a pole.

Newton Phillips.

Janice, my sincerest apologies.

I'll take a rain check
on the Stroganoff.

It smells delicious.

Man: A saw is
an important piece of equipment

in this winter activity.

Mother, we have another guest.

- Neal.
Neal: - What is ice fishing?

Correct.
Fishing for $800.

I know what you're thinking.

Don't worry.

We'll be done in time
for supper.

[ Door opens ]

Mother...

[ Door closes ]

this is George Wilkinson.

George is married
to a lovely woman

by the name of Melissa.

George,
this is my mother, Louise.

Every one of
The Good Samaritan's victims

had a family member
with identical injuries --

fractured skulls,
broken bones, torn retinas.

All of them either
the victim's spouse or child.

All of them classic signs
of physical abuse.

You think your serial killer

only targets people
who hurt others?

How else do you explain this?

Every one
of these family members

was at a different hospital,

different insurance,
different doctors.

There's nothing
that ties them together.

Yes, there is.

Liz:
Nurse Karl Hoffman.

He was on call every time
one of the family members

was brought into the ER.

He's a locum tenens.

He fills in
for short-staffed hospitals,

like a substitute teacher.

We're getting warrants
for his home address

and the last hospital
he reported to.

Good. Get moving.

Hoffman's not here.

He wrapped up his shift
at 4:00.

What did you find on your end?

Nothing at his residence
either.

I already pulled
the medical records

of all the patients
he saw on his last shift.

You think he's already
identified his next victim?

I sure as hell hope not.

Okay.
So, you wanted a list

of all the patients
Hoffman saw today?

- Yeah, specifically ones
who came in with broken bones. - Right.

Well, there's only one patient
that fit that description --

Melissa Wilkinson.

She had a fractured wrist.

I think she came in
with her husband.

Karl: Okay.

April 9, 2011.

Torn retina, left eye.

How did you do that,
George? Hmm?

Blow to the head?

Accidental push
down the stairs?

See, I like to replicate
the experience as best I can.

Oh, well.
No matter.

I have plenty of tools

- that will achieve the same effect.
- [ Muffled talking ]

See, George,
I suffered my share of pain...

- [ Groans ]
- ...as a child

courtesy of the one person
in this world

who was supposed to protect me.

I found it...
inconceivable

that a person
could hurt someone

who they claim to love --

and not just hurt,

but torture...

repeatedly.

But then, one day,

I realized
she wasn't experiencing pain.

It was the opposite.

She was actually
experiencing pleasure.

See, George...

I believe that the only way
that an abuser

can truly understand
the experience of the victim

is to have
that experience themselves.

And that's what you're
doing here today, George.

And that's what mother
is here today for, too --

so she never forgets

what I experienced
all those years.

And now you will never forget

what your wife experienced
all those years.

[ Screaming ]

Is George
in some kind of trouble?

Melissa, I need to ask you
a difficult question.

Has your husband
been abusing you?

No.

Of course not.

I'm aware
of your visit to the ER.

You've been interviewed
by a caseworker in the past.

We've had some problems.

Every marriage does.

But he's getting help.

He's been going to group classes
at the church twice a week.

In fact, he went today.

He was here for the meeting.

Did he seem to be
in any kind of distress?

Not that I could tell.

Was he with anyone?

No.
He always comes alone.

Actually,
come to think of it, though,

he was chatting with
a new member after the session.

New member?

Is this the man he was with?

Yeah. He introduced himself
to the group,

told us his story.

Told us about his mother,
the abuse.

Thank you.

He's taking back control

in the place where it was
taken away from him --

his childhood home.

Karl: Okay. Let's see.

What's next?

A concussion.

Do you know what a concussion
technically is, George?

It is a blow with
significant enough blunt force

that it literally causes
the brain

- to rattle around inside of your skull.
- [ Groans ]

This won't do,

'cause there was also
a vertical laceration

along with the concussion.

What did you do, George?

- Huh?
- [ Groans ]

What did you throw at her?
Huh?

[ Whimpers, screams ]

[ Muffled ] A bottle!

Huh?

- A bottle of beer!
- What's that, George?

A bottle of beer!
[ Screams ]

A bottle of beer!

[ Moans ]
[ Whimpers ]

Of course it was.

[ Hammer thuds ]

Keep an eye on him, mother.
I need to run to the kitchen.

[ Door opens ]

[ George sobbing ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Sobbing ]

[ Tires screech ]

I'm afraid we've run
out of time, mother.

We're going to have
to expedite the procedure.

Step away from him!

Why should I?

Do you have any idea
what this man has done?

This man is a monster!

That may be, but killing him

isn't gonna solve anything.

Tell that to his wife.

We don't have the luxury
of your simple morality.

Talk to me
when you've been a victim.

Drop the hammer!

One more body
isn't gonna make a difference.

I think it will...

especially
if it's the right body.

[ Monitor beeping ]

Agent Keen.

Mrs. Wilkinson,
I'm gonna need

to speak with your husband
alone for a moment.

Of course.

Actually, wait.

Metro PD is looking
into charges against you,

but without
Melissa's cooperation,

I don't know what will stick.

What I do know is this --

if you ever touch her again...

if you so much
as look at her sideways,

I will find you.

And I will do to you myself

what I probably
should have let Karl Hoffman

do to you in that garage.

Do you understand?

He surrendered himself
in the parking lot.

He's unarmed.

Before I call OPR,
let's hear it.

It's from Mr. Reddington.

It's evidence.

Reddington reached out to you?

Well, yes. He...

Uh, yes.

Uh, we had a chat --
at gunpoint, actually.

Long story long,
he identified the leak.

Who the hell
is Newton Phillips?

[ Junip's "Line Of Fire" plays ]

Newton.

So...

it's finished?

If you had come to me,
I could have helped you.

We could have avoided
all of this.

But now we can't.

They threatened my family.

Of course they did.

Newton, I'll take care
of your family,

whatever they need.

My wife...

she has no idea.

If you could make it look
like an accident, for her.

Look out at the water.

Just look out at the water.

[ Choking ]

The assassination attempt
failed.

- Our asset survived.
- What asset?

You still haven't given us
a name.

What I can confirm
is that the person responsible

for the breach of security
has been eliminated.

And who was that?

In accordance
with NSPD --

Cut the crap, Diane.

The Senate Subcommittee briefing
is in under an hour,

and I am not walking
into Congress

without the name of that mole.

Well, that's too bad, because
I'm not giving it to you.

To do so would compromise
the identity of our asset.

What I can tell you
is that this particular threat

to our national security
died with him.

Based on what?

Your word?
Scout's honor?

For all we know, your asset

is the threat
to national security,

and the effort to eliminate him
was the work of a patriot.

I can assure you it wasn't.

And I can assure you

that your assurances

make you sound
incredibly naive.

[ Door closes ]

Thank you for coming back.

I don't want to fight, Tom.
Let's just talk.

Tom's at the airport.

What the hell
are you doing here?

How did things go
with your case?

Congratulations.
I'm proud of you.

Does this mean you're back?

I don't know.

My house is clean.

But yours...

is not.

What does that mean?

The deficit that I found
in my organization

could not have supplied
all the knowledge

required for the incursion
to take place.

That would have been supplied

by someone
with far greater access.

Someone on the inside.

It would seem so.

[ Sighs ]

Therefore, we're back
where we began...

Me speaking with you.

Well, then.

Welcome back.

Where have you been, anyway?

[ Chuckles ]
Out and about.

Did you bring me anything?

[ Laughs ]

Yes.

The next name on the blacklist.

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