All language subtitles for 2014-03-31 - The Blacklist - Milton Bobbit-eng

(Horns honking)

(Cab approaching)

LaGuardia.

Hey, honey. It's mom.
I'm on my way.

Yeah, I'll be there
before bedtime to tuck you in.

(Tires screeching) Oh, God!
What are you doing?

Hey, slow down.

Hey, slow down. What are you doing? (Gasps)

Why are you...
Let me out of the car!

Let me out!
Oh, God! Oh, God.

Just let me out!

I said slow down!

What are you doing?

I'm sorry, Miss Mitchell.

How do you know my name?

Why are you doing this to me?

Let me out!

Let me out!
(Banging on window)

[ Beeping ]

(Line ringing)

(Shredding)

Hi. I'd like to make a
wire transfer, please.

♪ Keep in the dark to stay out of the light

♪ keep in the dark to stay out of the light

♪ keep in the dark to stay out of the light

♪ just aping the sunlight

♪ turn off your light,
let's step into the dark

♪ sleep away the light that
shines from here into her

♪ save your face and keep your hands
firmly pressed into the earth ♪

[ Instrumental solo ]

[ Harp plays ]

[ Instrumental solo continues ]

[ Slurping ]

[ Sighs ]

Okay, here we are.
My world-famous pancakes.

Gluten-free.

You okay?
What's... what's wrong?

Nothing, I'm just feeling a little wonky.

Uh-huh. Some of the kids
at school have the flu.

I hope I didn't give you something.

Elizabeth.

What are you doing?

Will you marry me?

♪ I'm sorry (Chuckles)

♪ But I'm beginning to hate your face ♪

I want to renew our wedding vows.

So...

Will you marry me?

(Sighs) Yes.

Yes? (Chuckles)

I love you so much.

Okay, we will talk about this tonight.

I'm so late, but, uh...

I love you.

♪ Without a trace

♪ oh, don't you know

♪ that you, you're gonna reap what you sow

♪ oh, that sex is gonna come
back to hurt you in the ass ♪

(Knocking on door)

I come bearing gifts.

Pimento cheese sandwiches.

Toasted, with the crusts cut off.

Eartha Kitt's recipe.
It's a fantastic story.

What do you know about Tom?

Lizzy, I'm not sure if I can shed...

No, we're not doing that.

Not today.

You've been threatening
to tell me the truth

about my husband since the day we met,

and I'm ready to listen.

What do you know?

Little more than you.

Several years ago, it came to my attention

that somebody was meddling in my business.

To protect myself and my interests

I inventoried my vulnerabilities.

Me.

Among others.

Lizzy, I've been monitoring Tom
since he entered your life.

About a year ago I discovered that
he had purchased three passports

from a trusted forger I use in Warsaw.

That's it?
He bought passports.

My husband chose me,

he inserted himself into
my life because of you.

I can only assume that's the case.

Why?
How are we connected?

That is just a distraction.

No, that is all that matters!

This is my life!

Tell me!

Right now the only thing that matters

is the immediate threat, your husband,

finding out who he is and who he works for.

The rest will come, I promise you.

- What's this?
- Surveillance footage.

Taken by the people who were
hired to watch you and Tom.

"The Apple Man."

- You've watched them?
- Some.

Enough.

Perhaps you'll see
something that I could not.

He wants to renew our vows.

(Scoffs)

Things are unraveling for him.

He's desperate to keep you close.

I think you've been presented
with a unique opportunity.

The people Tom works for
are obviously very cautious.

They operate slowly, from the shadows.

I've spent years tracking them to no avail.

We now have a chance to draw them out.

Things will have to appear normal.

To Tom. To Cooper
and the others.

Which is why you'll need a case.

Yesterday in Brooklyn, a taxi
drove into the back of a truck

under the 86th street L train,

killing the driver
and his female passenger.

It's being reported as an accident,

but I suspect, in fact, it may be murder,

the work of The Undertaker.

He's a broker of death.

A man who somehow convinces ordinary
people to kill on his behalf.

Murder-suicide
is his signature.

How he recruits nobody knows,

but if this accident is his work,

it gives you a rare glimpse
into the way he operates,

and a chance to find him.

Cochran: I'll be back
in DC on Thursday.

Have Senator Chapman's office set a lunch.

We can talk about it then.

Have the Committee Chairman join us as well.

Tell him it's mandatory.

Yes. Uh-huh.
(Machine beeping)

Yes, you have my word.

Nothing will happen
before then. Okay.

(Fuel pouring)

You're Bennett Cochran?

I am.

(Fuel splattering)

Hey, hey.
What the hell?

Please forgive me.
I have a brother.

Hey!

(Both screaming)

Bennett Cochran was killed by a
woman who was mentally unstable,

Dee Torres.

Local police consider
both cases accidental,

a runaway cab and a woman
suffering from a mental break,

but according to Reddington these
are assassination-by-suicide.

They call him The Undertaker,

a man who somehow turns ordinary people

into contract killers.

Reddington believes that
in all of these cases

the killer died along with the victim.

Complete strangers in different cities.

Assassins who can't talk
because they're dead.

That's what he's selling to his clients.

The perfect murder.

Who are his clients?

Who hires this guy and
who does he work for?

According to Reddington he contracts
with clients around the world,

anyone interested in hiring a killer

without the slightest possibility
of it ever tracing back to them.

Start with the killers' families.
See what they know.

Hey, Milt, one for the morgue, bro.

Wahid worked seven days a week.

I begged him, slow down, scale back.

He wouldn't have any of it.

I'm sure you have bills like everyone else,

- he probably felt...
- No.

Wahid didn't have to work.

Not since Haroon passed.

Haroon?

Wahid's uncle.
In Pakistan.

I didn't even know he had an uncle.

- He left you money?
- Yes.

We only received the
inheritance a few months ago.

He was beginning to forget things.

Maybe it was worse than I thought.

I blame myself.

He shouldn't have been behind that wheel.

(Sobs)

Ressler:
We found a connection.

The killers both had terminal illnesses.

They were gonna die.

This is Wahid Davi's brain scan.

He had a rapidly accelerating brain tumor.

And Dee Torres? Her autopsy showed
she had late stage cervical cancer.

Less than a month to live.

The Undertaker recruits the
terminally ill as assassins?

Yes. And both killers
had additional problems.

Dementia, mental instability,

conditions that made it possible for
the police to explain away the events.

Meera:
They also had motives.

Their families are now suddenly
free from financial hardship.

The cabbie received an
unexpected inheritance. And Dee Torres?

Her brother is now getting
around-the-clock care

thanks to ghost payments from an
anonymous foundation in Oregon.

Cooper: These killings
are being financed.

I don't give a damn
where the money is going.

I wanna know where it's coming from.

Get into this guy's financial life.

Cigarette?

Not supposed to smoke in here.

What are they gonna do, kill you?

(Chuckles)

Danny: I paid 21 years.

When I reapplied, they
said my rates had doubled

because I had a heart condition.

Couldn't afford it.

Well, what I wanna offer you is something
better than life insurance, Danny.

The promise that everyone you
love will be taken care of.

Your mortgage, so Claire won't
lose the house on Crestview.

Tuition, so Carolyn can afford college.

Who are you?

Total value of what I'm offering,

paid out over the lifetimes of
your wife and daughter would be...

Keep talking.

- Craig?
- Come here, brother.

What the hell are you doing here?
What is all this?

You said you wanted to renew our vows.

Yeah. There's no time like the present.

I can't believe you guys are getting
married twice before I get married once.

Yeah, hi. We just talked
about it yesterday.

So, Craig, when did you get in?

Liz called me this morning.
I got the first flight out.

Work has been insane,

and we've had to put so many things off,

and I'm not doing it anymore.

I want to marry this man!

Cheers.

Now, go get dressed.

And just make sure he shaves.

I'm not marrying George Michael.

You shouldn't be here.

Yeah, you think I didn't try?

You know what?
You should thank me.

I called you the moment I knew.

Yeah, lot of good that did.

She was asking about our parents.

The accident?

Yeah. The accident.
Tucson.

I think she knows.

No, she doesn't know anything.

(Scoffs)

You honestly don't see it, do you?

How far in over your head you are.

She knows exactly what she's doing.

This chick is smart.

Look, man, relax.

I know what I'm doing.
I know how to read this woman.

Why do you think I asked
her to renew our vows?

To get her bed?

Come on, give me a break.

Yeah, well, I hope your BS
is exceptional today,

because in less than five minutes

you've gotta fall in love all over again.

Thanks, brother.

(Sighs)

Tom: When I'm with you, Liz,

I feel like I don't need to pretend.

I know that you accept
me for who I really am.

And that's a gift that I
thank God for every day.

And that's all I got.

(All chuckling)

Tom.

Everyone.

Thing is, when you asked
me to renew our vows,

I thought it was... odd.

And then I realized

how much we've been through
in such a short time.

So much has changed.

But the more I thought about it,

I realized this is the beginning
of something amazing.

A new chapter.

A new us.

And I wanted to take this opportunity
to stand in front of you

and all of our friends, everyone we love,

and tell you how excited I
am about what's coming next.

Because I have a feeling

this is going to be

one hell of a ride.

(Laughs)

Craig: Okay.
By the power vested in me

by the online Universal Life Church...

(chuckles)

I once again pronounce
you husband and wife.

- This is the kissing part. You kiss.
- Yeah, yes.

(Guests applauding)

♪ So you're feeling tied up
to a sense of control

♪ and make decisions
that you think are your own

♪ you are a stranger here,
why have you come

♪ why have you come, lift me
higher, let me look at the sun

♪ look at the sun and
once I hear them clearly, say

♪ who, who are you really

♪ and where are you going

♪ I've got nothing left to prove

♪ 'cause I've got nothing left to lose

♪ see me bare my teeth for you

♪ who, who are you

(knocking on door)

Dembe: Raymond said
you needed something.

Could you have him run these prints?

Get me a name.

What?

This paint.
What color is it?

It's called
"Chicago Skyline."

(Scoffs)

Nice.

I looked into the accounts of the two suicide
killers and I found a common thread.

Both accounts are receiving funds
from a bank in the Caymans

notorious for laundering money.

The Undertaker's bank account.

Better. I think I uncovered
his payment network.

Look at this.

Dozens of accounts,
from all around the world,

all receiving some form of payment.

He's been doing this for years.

Hits in Boston, Seattle,
Tokyo, Mexico City.

There's got to be payouts
in the tens of millions.

- A network of dead assassins.
- Not all of them.

Danny Moss. 54.

Resident of Dorchester, Mass.

Twenty-one hours ago, Mr. Moss
sent wire transfer instructions

to the same Cayman bank that
funds the other accounts.

Let me guess.
Danny is dying.

Congestive heart failure.

Get a unit to his house now.

Moss isn't home. Wife said he
left the house 20 minutes ago.

Where did she say he was going?

You have my commitment to
rolling up my sleeves every day

and working for you,
and for this great city.

(Crowd applauding)

Thank you.
Thank you, everybody.

Thank you.

(Tires screeching)

(People cheering)

Mr. Wright.

- Do I know you?
- I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

Danny, stop!

Danny, stop. FBI.

Ressler: Back up! FBI!

- Danny, stop.
- Back up!

Wright: Please.

This isn't how your wife or
daughter want to remember you.

- Please.
- This is for my family.

I don't even know you.

Put the gun down.

Whatever he's paying you,
it isn't worth it.

We can help.

Liz: Don't do this.

Are you gonna take care of my family?

Is this really how you wanna die?

Woman: Professor,
someone to see you.

Cvetko, you rascal!

You wouldn't believe how hard it is

to find a Bosnian in San Salvador.

Wish it was harder.

(Chuckles)

All this looks rather ghoulish.

Vlad, I need your help
identifying somebody.

Can't help.

Of course you can.
I have a fingerprint.

Benson ran it, got a name.

Benson.
There's your problem.

She says the print belongs to a Craig Keen.

Well, Craig Keen is an alias,
a very good one at that,

complete with a credit rating,
school and medical records,

passports with a long history.
All the trimmings.

No.

What do you know about touch DNA?

I said no.

I know very little, but as I understand,

it's possible to actually lift
tissue cells from a fingerprint

and run the DNA.
Is that right?

You slept with my wife.

How is Fadila?

Vlad, it was a mistake.

I can easily blame it on the hashish
and the grappa, but the truth is...

May I speak freely?

You're better off
without her. She's fickle.

I'm sorry, but...

This business with the
fingerprint, it's important.

Do you still have that
little villa in Dubrovnik?

I do.

A weekend there.
With Fadila.

She would love it.

I can't understand why you
insist on chasing that woman.

All right, the villa's yours.

And if it doesn't work out with Fadila

I know a ravishing Dane
who would adore you.

She's slightly cross-eyed,

and there's something
very hypnotic about her gaze.

(Police chatter on radio)

(Cell phone vibrating)

Keen.

How is your case developing, Lizzy?

We have one of the assassins in custody.

We're taking him in for questioning now.

Have you figured out how he selects them?
The common denominator?

They're all sick.

We know from their autopsies
they're terminally ill.

Well, there you have it.

You only know these assassins were
ill because of their autopsies,

the police reports.

You know after they're already dead.

But somehow The Undertaker knows before.

Find out how he knows that
and you'll find your man.

Where are we with Craig?

Is he still in town?

As far as I know.

Good. Find him.

Watch him.

- Did you find his name?
- Yes.

And I think it's time for the three of us

to have a little chat.

(Grunts)

(Grunting)

Hey, Craig. Can we talk?

(Grunts)

Liz: Who do you work for?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Who do you work for?

Liz, please, look, this
has got to be... (Groans)

I know who you are.

I know about the time you did at Wasco.

I know about the warrants.

I know about you, Christopher Maly.

I don't know who they are.

Somebody provided you
with an identity, a history.

Embedded you into my life.

I want to know who, and I want to know why.

This is a mistake.

(Grunts)

You have no idea who you're dealing with.

I never did like you.

(Phone buzzing)

Ressler, hey, what's up?

Yeah. Of course, no.

I'll be right there.

(Craig laughs)

You didn't exactly think
this through, did you?

(Knocking on door)

Actually, I did.

Looks like we're
a little late to the party.

You must be
the brother-in-law?

Liz: Ressler called.

I have to step out.

He isn't cooperating.

Oh, hell.

Dembe, get the hacksaw.

We're gonna have to take him
out of here in pieces.

(Laughing) I'm just kidding.

We'll get old Christopher to talk.

Who's up for a field trip?

I interviewed Danny Moss.

He can't ID the guy who put him
up to the shooting, but get this,

he offered Danny a cigarette.

So?

Reddington said this guy knows his assassins
are sick before he recruits them.

This guy knew Danny had heart failure.

This guy knew he smoked.

How did he know that?

He somehow had access to his medical file.

How? His doctors?

That's what I thought,
but Dee Torres, Danny Moss,

the assassins all had different doctors.

Insurance companies have access.

They all had different health plans.

What about life insurance?

Hold on. Okay.

Wahid Davi, Dee Torres and Danny Moss

all had life insurance
applications or policies

canceled by the same insurance
agency, Green Glades.

Hey, can I ask for a favor?

About today.
I gotta be somewhere.

Tom?

Yeah.

That what this is about?
Why you were, uh, absent?

Take all the time you need.

Terrifying.

You know, this artist
got his start with puppets.

What is it about puppets?

It's the same with clowns.

I'll never forget a puppet show I saw

when I was five, maybe six.

Hansel and Gretel.

Why are we here?

Scared me to death.

But it wasn't the witch, it was the oven.

Imagine, an oven puppet.

Ooh.

I don't think I set foot
in our kitchen for a month.

I don't know what you think
you're gonna gain from all this,

but I'm not gonna talk.

I will die before I give you anything.

If you so much as touch my mother...

God, I miss Bob Ross.

That television painter,

with the little squirrel on his shoulder,

and the happy little trees.

(Laughs)

Few strokes of the palette knife

and an entire mountain range
would emerge through the clouds.

Absolutely mesmerizing.

Well, let's go back to the hotel.

I think I saw some yogurt
pretzels in your mini-bar.

Ressler: So we're specifically
looking for the policy files

for a Wahid Davi, a Dee
Torres, and a Danny Moss.

I looked up those names after you called,

and thing is, we don't have any
active files on any of those names.

When you say these people don't
have "active" files with you

what does that mean?

I mean, these people have life
insurance policies with you.

Man: Well, I mean,
if they were dropped,

then they would've been
purged from the system.

Ressler: Dropped
and purged, why?

(Sighs) Good God, any number of reasons.

Medical conditions, change of lifestyle.

It's... it's like
a whole formula.

I mean, if you guys wanna
talk actuarial tables

then Milton's your man.

- Milton?
- Bobbit.

He's where all policies go to die.

(Chuckles)

What do you mean,
"go to die?"

No, it's nothing.
It's just, we...

We like to joke about Milton.

He's... he's kind of
obsessed with death.

He actually volunteers to deliver
flowers to the westport cemetery.

Hey, Milton?

Fredrick Osborn.
Who's he?

Our next victim.

Help if I could.
Don't have any change.

You don't remember me, do you?

I'm sorry, uh...

Patient 4-2-1. Male.

Presenting with diabetes.

(Chuckles)

(Reddington and Dembe laughing)

Man on TV:
Raise your right hand.

Wait...

Now, put your left hand here.

Take off your hat.

What are you doing?

Shh. Watch the hat.

Raise your right hand.

Will you get rid of that hat?

(Laughing)

Raise your right hand.

Unlike someone who shall remain
nameless, we waited for you.

Shall we get started?

Craig: I get a phone call.

They tell me where to go and I go.

Liz: Who tells you?

Different people. It's never
the same person twice.

Jolene Parker?

I'm telling you that
I don't know any names.

(Phone vibrating)

My husband hides a key in the house.
What's it for?

A safe deposit box?
A storage unit?

It's your husband.

Tell me about Tom.

I don't know his real name.

He's got a brother in Chicago.

Heard him talk
about a woman. Niki.

Niki.
(Vibration continues)

Is that some woman he sees?

Do you think we sit around
and we chat about it?

There's a reason his cover is that we're
estranged and our parents are dead.

There's a reason that there
are no people in his life.

Because none of it is real.

(Phone ringing)

We were supposed to meet.

He wants to talk about you.

He knows where I'm staying.

It's only a matter of time
before he's here.

We gotta get out of here.

(Ringing continues)

Cooper:
Where the hell is Keen?

Ressler said she had
some personal business.

Where are we on this next target, Osborn?

Have we located him?

Units are at Osborn's house.

Wife and co-workers
can't reach him.

We found his car at a parking structure
near the hospital where he works.

I've been questioning Ian Wright.

I think I found something.

Bobbit's MO has shifted.

None of his other victims were connected.

All murders-for-hire,

but the last three?
They're different.

Personal. Look at this.
Excuse me.

Fifteen years ago
Dr. Fredrick Osborn chaired

the Department of Endocrinology
at City Memorial.

He supervised a clinical trial

for a DD4 classification drug
to treat Type 2 diabetes.

The early safety trials were funded by a
Vermont Venture Capitalist named Ian Wright.

And fast-tracked through
the FDA approval process

by a lobbyist for the
pharmaceutical industry

named Bennett Cochran.

And Mitchell?

Ressler: Fifteen years ago she
was Osborn's research assistant.

She reviewed applicants
for the clinical trial.

Personally identified participants.

Including Milton Bobbit.

Bobbit was patient zero.

Everything's fine. Tom: Yeah?
Then why didn't you pick up?

There's a situation.
I'm handling it.

I just need time.

- Time for what?
- What are you, my wife, Tom?

Listen up.
I just need...

Two hours.

I'll explain everything then.

Just sit tight.
Don't panic.

Easy for you to say.

I'm the one who is accountable to Berlin.

I'm coming to your hotel now.
(Disconnects call)

Tell me about Berlin.

Berlin.

I can't.

What's in Berlin?

Is the bank in Berlin?

Christopher, who is in Berlin?

Dembe, we're moving this conversation now.

Let's wipe down the room.

Tell me about the building.

South elevator has no cameras.

Empties into the basement.

Two doors past the mechanical
room lead to the alleyway.

(Crashing)

(Tires screeching) (Horns honking)

Okay, then.

What now?

- What are you doing?
- Putting on my coat.

A man just jumped through the window.

- There's a body on the sidewalk.
- Yes.

And your husband, the police and all
the king's men will be here soon.

If you care to stick around
and explain, feel free,

but I for one will not be in attendance.

Dembe, I'll get her downstairs.

After you're finished, grab the pretzels.

Every morning when I wake
up, I read the obituaries.

Every aspect of death

fascinates me.

I don't wanna die.

I've done everything in my power not to.

Western medicine.
Alternative therapies.

Pills.

Herbs.

But I've come to accept

that I will die.

Oh, God. Please, no.

No, no, no.

Hey, doctor, I'm not angry.

Not anymore.

I was, but I'm not now.

If anything, I wanna thank you

for this incredible journey

you've sent me on.

(Sighs)

Who would have ever thought
that anything good

would come of what you did to me.

Metro still has no sign of Osborn.

No activity on the Cayman account.

The man didn't just quit.

Someone is paying him to do this.

Meera: Or maybe they're not.

Maybe there's no activity
in the Cayman account

because he wants to do
the last one himself.

What if Bobbit is terminally ill?

His last murder-suicide.

What else do we know about this guy?
About his life?

- Who is he?
- Nobody. Single.

He has no family or friends to speak of.

Cares about something.

Westport.

It's the cemetery where he volunteers.

Well, maybe that's where
he wants to go and die.

Milton: Before you made me sick,
I had no purpose in life.

Helped no one.

Left no mark.

Thanks to you I was transformed.

I no longer see death as a
burden, but an opportunity

to take the rejects that nobody cares about

and give them tremendous power.

And as a result,
hundreds of widows, orphans,

broken families,
they're being taken care of.

Their houses are being paid for.
Their education.

I put food on their table.

If I have helped you,

why are you doing this to me?

Because the good things I have done

don't justify the terrible
things you've done.

(Siren wailing)

(Tires screeching)

Negotiator's en route.

- We have snipers in place.
- No.

He's not gonna let us take him
in, the man has a death wish.

How do you plan on recovering the hostage?

- What are you doing?
- Ressler.

Stop.

Not one more step further.

Don't come any closer.

I swear to God, you take one more step.

Stay calm, Mr. Bobbit.

Fredrick Osborn, you're under arrest.

What?

Ressler: You have
the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and
will be used against you.

What is happening?

You're under arrest for evidence tampering,

for murder in the furtherance of
a corrupt criminal enterprise.

You can't arrest me.

We know about the clinical trials.

The people who died.

What about him?
You should arrest him.

I'm not leaving.

I don't think Milton has any
intention of being arrested today.

(Explosion)

(Groans)

(Camera clicking)

Time's up.

Is that what this was about?

You getting access to Bobbit's client list?

Yes.

Find what you were looking for?

Goodnight, Harold.

I can't do this anymore.

Can't look at him let alone touch him.

Reddington: Be patient.

With Craig, things have been set in motion.

How Tom reacts will tell us a great deal.

You need to stay the course.

Liz: I don't think I can.

What is it?

What does it mean?

I don't know yet.

Hey.

Hey, babe.

You know, I was thinking, it was
so good to see your brother again.

So I left him a message.

I thought maybe we could
have dinner before he left.

And I never heard back.

Oh, you know what?
He called.

Actually said he had
to catch the red-eye back.

I think work, I guess.

He just left?

Never even said goodbye?

Yeah, classic Craig, right?

(Chuckles)

Honestly, could the two
of you be any less alike?

Stop.

We're newlyweds.