All language subtitles for The Blacklist S01E06 Gina Zanetakos.1080p.Bluray.x264-ROVERS

(POLICA'S "VIOLENT GAMES"
PLAYING)

♪ Tremble, tremble
At the taste of ♪

♪ Tremble, tremble
At the taste of innocence ♪ ♪

Ready?
Oh, yeah.

She's beautiful.

She was.

Can you make it radioactive?

What do you think that was?

Joke. Yes.

Cesium-137, just like you want.
How long before it's ready?

Forty-eight hours.
I need it in 36.

(♪♪♪)

TOM: You telling me that
you've known about this?

Yes, I found it.
When?

When I was cleaning up your blood.
That was weeks ago.

What else are you not telling me?
What am I not telling you?

What is this
and why is it in our house?

I mean, there's a gun in here, Liz,

and there's passports
with my face on it and these names.

Who is Anton Pierre Louis?

You expect me to believe that
you've never seen any of this before?

How much money is this?
This is a fortune.

Are you serious about all this?

Is this you?
Are you interrogating me now?

It's a picture of you
at the Angel Station Hotel in Boston.

Yeah. So what?
There was a murder there

that matches this gun.
Victor Fokin, a Russian agent,

who was in the process of defecting
when he was killed

before he could say anything.

Like, you think that I murdered
a KGB defector, like I'm Bond?

I'm Tom Bond and I just,
between social studies and recess,

I go around assassinating people.

I had my job interview there, Liz,
at the coffee shop.

That's enough.
Some of the dates on these passports...

I can't believe
that you're accusing me of this.

Your job is the reason that a man
came in here and cut me in half!

Now, March 12, 2011.

Your bachelor party.
In Las Vegas.

I've never seen pictures.
You never will! I was gone for 36 hours.

You can get to Paris and back in 19.
I'm not gonna sit here and...

Your job. Anything that is evil or bad,

it comes from what you do,
not what I do.

It's not my picture on these passports.
Okay.

If you think I am guilty, then why
don't you do something about it?

Why don't you call the FBI?

Fine.
Do it. Go ahead. Do it.

You think I'm kidding?
Do you think I'm kidding?

(PHONE BEEPING)

(♪♪♪)

Liz, it's, it's me.

I don't know what's going on, but I know
that this is a huge misunderstanding.

Make... Make the call.

They'll separate us.

They'll dig through your life, my life,
with a fine-tooth comb. They'll...

Our entire lives will be up for grabs.
I got nothing to hide.

Let them.

(PHONE BEEPING)

MAN: (OVER PHONE)
Identification, please.

Agent Keen, 1212-654, White Bear.

I need clearance for an incoming client.
Client?

Thomas Vincent Keen.

My husband.

(♪♪♪)

Was that necessary?

I thought we were going to the FBI.

I don't work at the FBI.

What do you mean, "Black Site"?

I don't understand. Where are we?

This is where I work, Tom.

Mr. Keen, I need you to come with me.

Wait.

Make it quick.

You're gonna be okay.

Just tell them what happened.

Tell the truth.
Okay.

Where are they taking him?

If I were you, I'd worry about myself.

RAYMOND:
I'm looking at it right now.

It's beautiful. What?
Oh, the blues?

Well, the blues look...
Blue.

Green and gray,
the gaping maw of the ocean.

It's mesmerizing. I don't know
why the hell I'm doing this.

This painting
should be hanging in Boston.

Ha, ha, ha, no, I know.

(PHONE BUZZING)

My man in the port of Dubai
says payment was sent last week.

The painting will be in hand
well before the wedding.

Yes. Hakim, remember me
to your wives. All of them.

What is it?
It's about Agent Keen and her husband.

COOPER: When this all started, when Reddington
turned himself in and asked for you,

I was skeptical, suspicious.
But I'll be honest.

You've done good work.

And I've come to believe
that you were just as surprised

as the rest of us when he picked you.
But now this.

I need you to help me understand
what's going on here.

The gun, the money and passports
were in my house.

A hatch in the floor.

The gun was used in an unsolved
homicide.

Yes.
You pulled a ballistics report.

Tom is my husband.

I brought him here, to you,
for help, to find answers.

I want to know who killed that FSB agent
as much... More than you do.

If we can solve that murder...
You're not gonna do anything.

Until this matter is resolved,
I'm putting you on leave.

What? No. Tom is here.

Agent Keen, go home.

(DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES)

Oh, thank you very much.
Meera Malik.

Tom Keen. But, uh, you
probably already know that.

Look, I came here voluntarily, so...

Where should we start?

I just want to know the truth.

Tell me about the murder.

RAYMOND:
People think it matters

who occupies that house.

It doesn't. Multinational corporations
and criminals run the world.

I thought we were here
to talk about Tom.

You've obviously heard
of corporate espionage.

Companies trying
to beat other companies

to be the first hand on the dollar.

But what if it were taken
a few steps further?

In 1982, seven people in Chicago
were killed

by an over-the-counter drug
laced with potassium cyanide.

The company's market share
went from 35 to 8.

It was never determined
how the drug was poisoned,

but I will tell you,

someone was hired to do that.

Remember those tire recalls?
Chernobyl?

Deliberate and malevolent actions
taken by corporations

to protect their vital interests.
Nothing happens by chance.

That's why I'm here, Lizzy.

Because there's a woman.

Gina Zanetakos.
I don't know who that is.

Gina Zanetakos
is a corporate terrorist.

And frankly,
she's the best of the bunch.

Lizzy, if you want to find the truth
about your husband,

then you need to find Gina.
Why? Does she know Tom?

Because she's Tom's lover.

I fail to see how suspicions about
her husband affect our arrangement.

COOPER:
Agent Keen is on leave.

Well, then, lives will be lost.

What if I were to deliver to you
a terrorist,

not your run-of-the-mill ideologue
answering to bearded men in caves,

but someone entirely different?

Less predictable
and far more dangerous.

I'd say delivering criminals to me
is your job.

My job is my business, Harold.

Delivering criminals to you
is a hobby, a diversion,

one that may become tiresome,

in which case
we could always reminisce

about that unfortunate incident
in Kuwait.

Are you threatening me, Red?
I am.

Hardly the time to let morals
stand in the way

of your upward mobility,
Agent Cooper.

I had a job interview.
I am a teacher.

Fourth grade. I got a call from
the Rothwell School in Cambridge.

Who called you?
Uh, Walter Burris. He's the headmaster.

He said he saw my application
and he was impressed,

and would I mind coming in
for a meeting.

Lizzy and I made a weekend of it.
We got a room at the Tellamy Cove Inn.

We got in Friday night,
had dinner at the restaurant next door.

You can verify
because I used my credit card.

Then the next day, I met with Burris
at the Angel Station Hotel.

Not the school?
No, he called me that morning.

He was already downtown
on some other business

and would I mind meeting him
at the hotel.

It's bad luck, right?
Excuse me?

Your meeting gets changed to the exact
location a man is assassinated.

What would you call it?

Yesterday, I would have called it
a coincidence.

Look, I don't belong here.
Just call Walter Burris, okay?

He'll verify everything I'm telling you.

Where are we on the contents
of the box?

Still working on those passports
and tracing the money,

but ballistics did confirm that
it was the gun used to kill Victor Fokin.

The good news:
We actually did find a partial

on one of the casings
in the magazine.

But it's not Tom Keen's and there
were no hits on it through AFIS.

Give me updates
as soon as you have them.

Meanwhile, there's been a development.
Reddington's brought us a case.

It's about time he realizes
that he has to talk directly to us.

He won't.

Sir, I think it's entirely inappropriate
that Keen is on the case,

when her husband's
being investigated.

There's been a change of plans.

(AUTO ENGINE STARTS)

According to Reddington,
her real name is Gina Zanetakos.

A year ago, she reached out to him
as Shubie Hartwell.

She wanted Red to broker a deal
to assassinate a supreme-court judge

who was the swing vote in a case
that could've cost her clients billions.

ARAM:
Custom documents indicate

Shubie Hartwell
entered the country yesterday.

We've got a credit card in her name
that was last used under an hour ago.

Purchased two cocktails at the bar
in the Key Hotel.

Call the hotel manager.
Have him start pulling security tape.

See who she was having drinks with.
Agent Keen?

Um...

I feel like... I've seen her before.

(POLICA'S "VERY CRUEL" PLAYING)

♪ That's the song that I knew
When I was young ♪

♪ About the tall trees
In Georgia ♪

(PANTING)

♪ If you love all men ♪

Show me.
Come on. I already told you I have it.

I have to pick up my son
from piano in an hour.

I'll show you mine
if you show me yours.

(MOANING AND CHUCKLING)

Got confirmation yesterday.
On its way. It's official.

It's official.

♪ What it'd be like
In the willows with you ♪

♪ We'd be free
Like we used to ♪

♪ What does that even mean ♪

♪ It means we'd want nothing ♪

♪ But to be a good choice
To choose ♪ ♪

(MOANING)

Ouch!

What the...?
Too much?

Be careful. No, be careful.

If Melinda sees any more marks
on my neck, she's gonna...

(GASPING AND PANTING)

Gonna what?

Mr. Burris, thank you again
for meeting with me.

Tell me, is this the man you interviewed
for a position here at Rothwell?

Did the two of you meet in the coffee
shop of the Angel Station Hotel?

(♪♪♪)

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

Meera, it's Liz. Give me a call as soon
as you speak with the headmaster.

I'd like to know how things are going.

She's not calling you back.
This is the door?

I'll take the key. Step back, please.

She shouldn't have told you
what she told you.

Why is that?

Because you could be an accessory
for all we know.

FBI.

Check him.

(♪♪♪)

RESSLER:
Clear. I'm headed down to Security.

Call an ambulance.

Girls, come on. Hold on, hold on.
Come on. Everybody in.

(GIRLS GIGGLING)

GIRL: Wait up.
MAN: Christina, come on.

Move your can, please.
RESSLER: Mobilize D.C. Metro.

Have teams lock down the hotel
in a two-block radius.

No, no, no.

I'm headed down to the security desk
to pull footage.

It's gonna be Room 1232.

Make sure that ambulance
shows up now.

Let's go. Let's go.

(GIGGLING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(♪♪♪)

(PANTING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Gina?
Hardly.

Ressler? Why do you have her phone?
Did you find her? Did you stop her?

Not exactly.

(PANTING)

ARAM: We're working on a
current address for Zanetakos.

Her phone provided a treasure trove
of messages.

She was in contact with a multinational
company called the Hanar Group.

But more worrisome is a message that
came in today around three hours ago.

A call that originated from Berlin.

MAN: (OVER SPEAKER)
Change of plans. Had to use cobalt-60.

Still good to go.
Best guess: 4 p.m. central.

Cobalt-60?
They're talking about a dirty bomb here.

But what's the target?

We believe Zanetakos is planning
to detonate a dirty bomb

somewhere in the central time zone
of the United States.

Why would she want to do that, Lizzy?
Somebody hired this woman.

She killed a man today, Nadeem Idris.

He was an attaché
at the Turkish embassy.

Looks like they were having an affair.
We suspect it was a means to an end.

Have you found the connection
to your husband?

We have looked through all of
Zanetakos' phone messages,

all her records.

There wasn't a single message
from Tom.

Perhaps they exchanged letters.
There's nothing between them.

My husband is innocent.

(♪♪♪)

Did you talk to Burris?
Please take a seat.

Heh, okay.

He backed me up, though, right?

Okay, who is this?
You don't know?

No.

That's Walter Burris,
the headmaster at the Rothwell School.

Wh... What is this,
some kind of trick?

Did this guy say he met with me?
I didn't.

If he says that he met with me,
then he's lying. He is lying to you.

I've never seen this guy
before in my life.

He's being set up.

Look, I... I met with a man
who claimed to be Walter Burris.

For 45 minutes, he interviewed me.

Is Lizzy back there?
MEERA: I need you to stay seated.

TOM: I didn't do anything.
You have to believe me.

All I did was walk out of a hotel
and someone took a picture, okay?

Someone is doing this to me.

The picture.

I don't know what you think I did
or who you think I...

(♪♪♪)

(CHATTERING)

FBI!

MAN:
Clear.

(DISPATCH RADIO CHATTERING)

(♪♪♪)

Ressler.

Victor Fokin, the FSB agent.

She was watching him.
So she could kill him, not Tom.

She's an assassin.

Guys, you might wanna check this out.

Found this by her bed.

RESSLER:
Give us a minute.

This is evidence.

Listen, Keen,
whatever you think this may mean,

I admire what you're doing,
standing up for your husband,

but I think we both know
it's time for you to protect yourself.

LIZ:
I didn't know where else to go.

We found a picture of Tom
in her house.

He said he doesn't know her,
but clearly he does.

So much is happening and I just
don't know how to process it all.

A part of me thinks that
you're manipulating this whole thing

and you're trying to ruin my life.

But that's just a part of...

But if I'm wrong about Tom...

if he isn't who...

I don't think I can handle
any of it without him.

I feel like I'm drowning.

Like I don't know what's real
or who I can trust.

You can trust me.

(♪♪♪)

I needed you to be wrong about him.

Your husband may have been
connected to our primary suspect.

If I let you into the field and you discover
some incriminating information on him,

I have no reason to believe
you won't suppress it.

But circumstances require
your continued involvement.

We found something
on Zanetakos' hard drive.

Money she wired to a dummy corp
in Berlin.

Interpol says the funds are linked
to a man named Maxwell Ruddiger,

a bomb expert operating
out of Europe.

And you need me
because you need Red to find this guy.

Ruddiger's our best connection, not
only to Zanetakos, but your husband.

Find him.

RAYMOND:
No, Hakim, that is not the problem.

Listen to me. Shipping is my business.

Once I receive payment,
the merchandise ships. That's the deal.

According to my man in Houston,
the payment's not there.

It's been diverted to New Orleans,
which is entirely unacceptable.

Well, I don't care
if the wedding is Saturday.

All I care about is my payment.

Hakim, this conversation is over.

Hello, Lizzy.

What can I do for you?

Maxwell Ruddiger.
Tremendous bomb maker.

Haphazard as hell, terrible drinker,
but he gets the job done.

Zanetakos made a wire payment
to him a few weeks ago.

So he's the link.

Ruddiger can get you to Zanetakos
and she'll get you to Tom.

Can you help me find him?

(♪♪♪)

RAYMOND: I hear you're using
cobalt-60 in the device

and you know as well as I there's only
one reputable supplier on the market,

and that's our friend Yuri.
Now, I like Yuri.

I floated in the Dead Sea with Yuri,
climbed Masada with his wife.

But if your device goes off,
they'll be looking to him.

And if they look to him,
they'll look to me.

Because Yuri
talks faster than a cheerleader

after a nooner under the grandstands.

Probably not a metaphor
you understand.

But you do understand my position.

So I need your help, Max.

I need to know about this device
you've made for Gina.

Red, I'm sorry. I can't.

Just like I wouldn't do the betray to you,
I can't do that to her.

That's unfortunate.
I'm in the middle of negotiating

something very interesting,
something unique in Syria.

I'll be playing all sides.

Ah, I thought there might be a place
for you at the table.

Another day.

(♪♪♪)

(SIGHS)

I know that you're in there.

I know you're in there.

I know you're watching
and I didn't do anything.

Lizzy.

(WHISPERING)
Honey, please. I didn't do anything.

It's a sedan. The car is the bomb.

Contamination radius
of over five miles.

When will it detonate?

Nineteen hours.

Don't know where.

Then we'll have to ask Gina.

Call her.

I just need to know where she is.

This will never come back on you.

I know you wanna get your hands
around her neck.

Don't kill her.
Kill her? I wanna talk to her.

MAN: Let's go. Huddle up.
All right, let's make this quick and clean.

Once you get a visual I.D.
on Zanetakos, call it.

We'll move in. We'll take her.
No shots fired.

Let's not make the 6:00 news,
all right?

(♪♪♪)

She's moving north.
RESSLER: Copy that.

All units converge on my go.

I've got her. East Green, moving.

She's making a break for it.

(♪♪♪)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(LIZ YELLS)

Keen, talk to me.
No.

Call medevac.

RESSLER:
We need someone in here now.

LIZ:
Don't die.

(♪♪♪)

What the hell did you do?
Excuse me?

Calm down.
Don't tell me to calm down.

Agent Keen.
That woman was the link.

She was the only proof
that my husband is innocent.

And now she's what? Dying?

Lying unconscious in some hospital?
She's in surgery.

Have we forgotten
that there's a bomb?

I haven't forgotten anything.
I've been here for seven years.

You've been here for seven weeks.
We have less than four hours.

You think we don't know that?

Is Zanetakos gonna
come out of surgery by then?

Because that was the only lead we had.
I told you to calm down.

(SIGHS)

The bomb. What do you know?
RESSLER: We know what you know.

It's built into a car, German-made.
It's dirty.

Do you know why Zanetakos
killed Nadeem Idris,

or how the Hanar Group is connected,
who their enemies are?

The investors.
What do you mean, investors?

The company stock
is at an all-time low.

They're in trouble,
dragged down by a 48 percent drop

in the market share
of their largest division.

What division?
Shipping.

They operate a port in New Orleans.

LIZ: New Orleans. What
do you know about it?

Heh, heh, quite a lot.

What do you have in mind?
LIZ: You were on the phone.

Someone was getting married.

Something about New Orleans
and the ports.

Yes.
LIZ: You told the man

your payment was diverted. Why?

It happens every once in a while,
but this was unprecedented.

An associate of mine in New Orleans
was advising illicit traffic

in the Gulf to be rerouted
to New Orleans.

The Hanar Group hired Zanetakos.

They're a majority owner
of a port in New Orleans.

Where was your payment diverted from?
Houston.

That's the target.

New Orleans and Houston
are the two biggest ports in the Gulf.

If Houston were to close...
Because of radioactive contamination.

All traffic would have to be diverted
to New Orleans.

Hanar's profits would soar.
They'd be the only game in the Gulf.

That's my girl.

(PHONE DIALING)

The port of Houston.

You need to halt all cargo traffic
headed there. That's the destination.

The Hanar Group hired Zanetakos
to bomb the port.

(♪♪♪)

It could be anywhere.

Your girlfriend's been shot.
What are you talking about?

Her, Gina Zanetakos.
TOM: Who?

MEERA:
The one who helped you kill Fokin.

I didn't kill anyone.
What do you know about the bomb?

What do you know about the ship?
I don't know what you're talking about.

How about a manifest, a crate number?
Help me, Tom.

Why don't you help me?
I didn't do anything.

I don't know who this woman is.

I don't know anything about a bomb
or a boat.

I don't know why there was a gun
in my house or money or passports.

All I know about is this.
You think I faked this?

You think I invited a psychopath
into my house to gut me? This is real.

In less than an hour, a bomb is gonna
go off and people are gonna die.

We've been through five sections
and found nothing.

This port is 25 miles long.
It'll take us weeks to inspect it.

We've got less than an hour.
We're missing something.

The Hanar Group.
They hire Zanetakos.

She contracted Ruddiger
to build a bomb.

But something's missing.

Nadeem Idris.

What ships have been in or out of here
in the last week from Turkey?

None.

Why would Zanetakos need
a low-level Turkish diplomat

to get a car bomb into the country?

Because it's illegal
to search diplomatic cargo.

With his help, Zanetakos was able
to get the car in without inspection.

It's on one of these ships.

Check the manifests
for all incoming ships

for any items signed
by Nadeem Idris.

Security, check all the shipping logs.

It's re-fabricated.
I've never seen anything like it.

The bomb's not just inside the car.
It is the car.

Well, we've got minutes here.
What we've got is a big-ass problem.

There's over 2000 people
who work in this harbor.

It will take hours to evacuate.
LIZ: We've only got ten minutes.

Can I explain something?
This thing is radiological.

When it detonates, it will go airborne

and everything within a five-mile radius
will be contaminated.

My suggestion is you take the last
10 minutes and get out of here.

What if we put it in the water?

The radiation
can be contained underwater.

How do we get this off the ship?
We crane it off.

This isn't gonna work.
It'll work.

It's not gonna work.
We got less than a minute.

We're running out of time.

Move. Come on. Get out.

RESSLER: Because there was
no airborne exposure,

the NRC is saying that contamination
was contained, which is the only reason

why the U.S. attorney
is considering a plea agreement

in exchange for your cooperation.

Your full cooperation. Is that clear?
Yes.

Your prints are on a nine-millimeter
used to assassinate

Victor Fokin in Boston last June.
Did you kill him?

Yes.
Why?

Someone didn't want him to talk.

Go on.

He was a Russian agent defecting
to the U.S.

Somebody didn't want him
spilling secrets.

What secrets?

Fokin had information
about the route Chechen guerrillas

were using to move their supplies
to their soldiers on the Russian border.

The guy who hired me was making
millions providing those supplies.

His name is Raymond Reddington.

(♪♪♪)

Do you know Tom Keen?

We found this picture of him
in your apartment.

Never seen him before.

(♪♪♪)

(SIGHS)

Tom?

That's him, who I met with.

That's the guy who interviewed me
for the job.

(DOOR OPENS)

Please, do come in.
You and I, we're done.

I heard about Tom.
Yeah. Zanetakos confessed.

Or took the fall.
The passports? Forged.

The money in the box?
Traced to an offshore account of yours.

I can only lead you to the truth.
I can't make you believe it.

The truth is that you're a sick,
twisted man.

This, your obsession with me...

You put Tom's picture
in Zanetakos' apartment.

No.
You hired her to kill Victor Fokin.

You set my husband up by having
your errand boy lure him to Boston.

Is that what Tom said?

I don't understand
why you would do this, any of it.

Go to hell.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(DOOR OPENS)

Oh, the one night you're on time.

I was really looking forward
to the make-up sex.

Do you believe he's innocent?

It can't be that simple, right?

MAN:
The only thing that's clear to me

is that he doesn't work
for Reddington.

Well, then,
who the hell does he work for?

(♪♪♪)