The Blacklist (2013–…): Season 4, Episode 16 - Dembe Zuma (No. 10) - full transcript

My God, don't do that!

What?

This?

No, that's fine.
I mean, how did you get in?

You left the front door
unlocked, silly.

I did? -

I swear I locked it. Wait...

I know I locked it. Really?

You're...

Hold on. You're so paranoid.

Just... I'll be right back.



Aram?

Aram?

Aram, are you okay?

My God!

Be still.

Don't make a sound.

What happened? Where's Aram?

We're still
piecing it together.

Got a 911 call, neighbors
reported pounding on the walls.

Pounding?

Yeah, we found her bound
and gagged in the closet.

Found who?

What have you done with him?
Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Easy.



She's not a suspect here.
She's a victim.

One of the victims.

They were together. Here.

Tell me everything you've
dug up on Dembe Zuma

since he vanished.

Why? What's happened?

His movements, actions, intent.

You've been hunting Dembe
for over a month.

I want to know everything
you've found,

because now Agent Mojtabai
is in danger,

and from what I can tell, you're
no closer to finding Dembe.

Aram? He was abducted
by Dembe last night.

Can you describe
what happened?

Not really.
I was in the shower.

You were in the shower when
Dembe came into the apartment?

I think so.

Where was Aram?

In the shower with me.

He thought that he'd left
the front door unlocked

and he went to check,
and that's when it happened.

Dembe has taken
a calculated risk

abducting Agent Mojtabai.

He wouldn't have done that
to harm him, but to use him.

For the time being,
Aram is perfectly safe.

You'll forgive me
if I don't take comfort

in any of your assurances
about Dembe,

a man you've so
profoundly misjudged.

Are you closer
to finding him or not?

I am now.

Aram's abduction presents
a rare opportunity.

How so?

Few can fully comprehend

the fierce tenacity
of a man like Dembe Zuma.

I taught Dembe
everything I knew

regarding the tactics
of evasion and survival.

And now...

Despite dedicating every resource
at my disposal to finding him,

he has completely
eluded detection.

Dembe's timing is impeccable.

His most deadly attribute,
his patience.

Which is why Aram's abduction
presents two trails,

and clearly two very motivated
parties to follow them.

You focus on locating Aram and
leave me free to find Dembe.

With any luck, we'll meet
where the paths converge.

No chance.

I've let you play it your way
and Aram paid the price.

Agent Keen goes with you
and she reports to me.

It's a KeyHunter.

Aram has one just like it.

What does it do?

You attach it to things
that you don't want to lose.

Car keys, laptops, pets...

No.

It uses cell phones
as a location array.

Once you activate it, it transmits
a signal that is relayed

by any live cellular device
in its proximity.

Aram's keys weren't
in his apartment.

Right, which means he probably
still has them with him.

And if he does,
we've got a shot.

'Cause I can activate that
using Aram's workstation here.

Where are we going?

To find
the Sanctum Corporation.

A refuge.

An enterprise that specializes
in relocating criminals

who are on the verge
of being arrested

or being dispatched
by an adversary.

An underground rail road
for miscreants.

You think that's how Dembe disappeared?
He hired them?

Not for himself.

Last year Matias Solomon
used Dembe's family

as leverage
against him to get to me.

Afterward, I told him to hide
his daughter and granddaughter.

Why couldn't you hide them?

I wanted Dembe to pick a
vendor I knew nothing about.

To keep his family as far
from my world as possible.

He did as I instructed so well,

in fact, I haven't been able to
identify the vendor he contracted.

Sanctum is the last on my list.

Where is this
Sanctum Corporation?

I have no idea.

But I've tracked down someone who's used them.
Richard Fickman.

A fence known for moving
uncut diamonds.

Disappeared after botching a
shipment for a Yakuza oyabun.

We share a podiatrist.
Chatty fellow.

Apparently Sanctum set him up
selling discount men's suits.

Looks like whoever
he was hiding from

finally caught up with him.

I don't believe
in coincidence.

Someone wants to
obstruct my path.

Baz. Phone!

Glen. I need an appointment.

Today.

Fickman's dead. It's done.

Then we're done.

Dembe, please. Please, don't...
Move!

Okay...
What is this?

Raymond's. He has lockers like
this all around the globe.

You want me to hack it so you
can steal from Mr. Reddington.

No.

I'm not gonna do that.

I did not bring you here
to steal from Raymond.

I brought you here to find out
who already did.

You're trying to help him?

Then why not just tell him?
He thinks you poisoned him.

Yes, I handed him the drink
that nearly killed him.

But I did not poison it.

So tell him.

Not without proof.

That's why you're here.

You think whoever accessed
this locker is the person

who tried to kill
Mr. Reddington?

Yes.

Okay... Fine.

Okay, okay... These scanners
usually use a syslog-d.

That's a program that stores
a list of previous users.

I'll try to access
that log, but.

I, really don't think
we should be doing this

behind Mr. Reddington's back.

Do you really to still point that at me?
I'm gonna help.

Absolutely not.

We just collared her three months
ago for hacking our system,

and now you want to
let her do it again?

She doesn't want
to hack our system.

She wants to hack
Aram's password

in order to activate
the KeyHunter.

I can't believe I'm the one saying
this, but she is on our side.

And right now, she is the only
chance we have at finding him.

Agent Navabi.

Sit on her and don't blink,
you understand?

Come on, Aram. Password only
has 44 bits of entropy...

Too easy.

Got it. You found him?

Not until someone with a
live cell phone or tablet

happens to come into range
of the KeyHunter.

What can we do in the meantime?

We could be mature and

talk about the fact that
we're both into the same guy.

Or, you know, we could just
stew in silence about it.

So, Dembe finally
went off the deep end?

Can't say I'm surprised,

what with the whole package,
you know,

strong silent type,
all stoic with the eyes

and the phony African accent.

I, for one, never bought it.
Good riddance, you ask me.

Besides, I didn't want to say
anything before,

but a big black fella waiting
on you hand and foot?

Very Edgar Rice Burroughs.

I'm in no mood, Glen.

Did you access the footage
I asked for?

Yeah, I rolled back the DOT
camera you called about.

Those cameras are live feeds.
You can't rewind them.

Maybe you can't rewind them, toots,
but I've got a team of Hindus

running a server farm
in Adams-Morgan

recording every second of every
traffic cam in this burg.

You'd be surprised how often
that comes in handy.

Only one other car was at that
warehouse before you guys showed up.

Registered to Chuck Shaw.
Info's all there.

Good afternoon, Chuck. Yo.

Who the hell are you?

Someone with a schedule
that leaves demonstrably

less time to hit
the gym than you.

Let's see if it's
been worth it.

What do you want?

Richard Fickman. He's dead.

That's unfortunate.
Who put you up to it?

It wasn't my idea.

Was it the Sanctum Corporation?

What is Sanctum?

How did you find him?

Over there.
The folder.

It's a full dossier on Fickman.
His movements, past addresses.

Who hired you to kill him?

We made a deal. Who?

Dr. Sofia Gallup.

Please go on.

I was locked up.

She was my therapist.
She got me paroled.

Dr. Gallup said all I had to do
was kill a guy she wanted dead.

She gave me that folder
when I was leavin' Otisville.

She must have given you a way

to contact her
to confirm the job was done.

A burner.

I destroyed it.

We're done here. Wait a minute.
He's a murderer.

We don't have time
for this. Baz.

Yeah, this is
Agent Elizabeth Keen.

I got a case for DCPD.
I'm gonna give you an address.

I did it, okay? Here's the
data you wanted, but...

Who was it? I don't know.

This scanner uses
proprietary encryption.

I'm sorry, but it would
take me days

to crack this and figure out

who accessed this locker.

I'm so sorry.

You can go.

I can go. Just like that?

Please forgive me.

Well, there might be one way to
get past the proprietary encryption.

Are you really trying to help
Mr. Reddington?

I have three people in my life.

My daughter, my granddaughter
and Raymond.

I have an idea.

Thank you.

The Bureau of Prisons confirmed.

Dr. Sofia Gallup
consults for them.

She covers
the entire northeast.

No home office
is listed and her license

is registered at a PO box.

How about the last parolee for
whom the good doctor testified?

A felon named Dennis Cauley.

And he was released?

To an address in Richmond.

This looks like a dossier on
Dr. Gallup's next victim. Alex Sato.

Except his name isn't
Alex Sato, it's Daniel Nakamoto,

a master forger of antiquities.

Thirteen years ago,
he was paid a pile of money

for a cuneiform
tablet by the boss

of the Sacriponti crime family.

Daniel claimed the tablet was
part of the Sippar library.

What Daniel didn't know,

and what Mr. Sacriponti was
rather upset to learn, was that

two weeks earlier,
looters had broken into.

Iraq's museum of antiquities

and destroyed the entire collection.
Oops.

Daniel Nakamoto disappeared
shortly after.

So the Sanctum Corporation
helped him vanish.

And now they want him dead.

Why? I don't know.

But if Sanctum
helped him disappear,

only they can
make him reappear.

And Dr. Gallup?
How is she connected?

I have no idea.

But she certainly understands
the dynamics of leverage.

She gives these prisoners
freedom in exchange for murder.

I'm sure many of them would
feel it's a small price to pay.

This guy's been tracking
Nakamoto, tracing his movements.

Circling his prey.

Looks like Nakamoto is at the
Gabor Museum every afternoon.

Afternoon, Daniel.

I think you've mistaken me
for someone else.

I assure you I have not.

In fact, I'm something
of a fan of your work.

I saw a Xuande Ming urn
you fabricated

fetch quite a price at the
King family's final auction.

It was near-perfect.

Raymond Reddington?

Now that we're
speaking plainly,

I'm afraid your cover
has been blown.

I suppose that's fairly
obvious at this point,

but nonetheless,
I'm here to tell you

that an assassin is coming
to kill you.

No sign of Cauley.

Why would he pick
such a crowded place?

It's like a prison yard.

The Sanctum Corporation
has given you up.

But I'm willing to help you
vanish again, in exchange for...

You're lying.

There is no way Sanctum
could betray me.

Impossible.

Baz, I've got eyes on him.

Bald. Brown leather jacket.

Baz, tell me you see him.
He's getting close.

I'm warning you, Daniel,
your life is in grave danger.

If you're right and the Sanctum
Corporation has failed me,

then no one can keep me safe.

Not even you.

FBI!

Hands on your head.

What do you wanna know?

Everything you can tell me
about the Sanctum Corporation.

It was run by
Tony and Maria Lopez.

They owned
a honey company in Ohio.

They used bee colonies
around the world

as safe houses
and way stations.

But when I said
it wasn't possible

for them to give
me up, I meant it.

The Lopezes died months ago.

Thank you, Daniel.

I suggest you return home
and pack your things.

I'll be in touch.

Glen, I need information
on a deceased couple.

Tony and Maria Lopez of Ohio.

They were apiarists.

What? Ape fairies?

Apiarists. Bees.

When I first met Aram,
he was so uptight.

I mean, with the
strict Muslim upbringing

with a healthy
dose of Jewish guilt.

He hadn't had a sip of alcohol
until he was post-grad at MIT.

He really needed to cut loose.

And you helped him.

You say that like I'm some
sort of enabler or something.

Yeah, okay. Fine.
I enable him to have fun.

I enable him to blow off steam.

I enable him to laugh.

Do you have
a problem with that?

I do if it interferes with
the work that he does here.

Right.

What's that supposed to mean?

You know exactly what
that's supposed to mean.

You're upset
because I know Aram.

And you don't.

Got him.

RBM Digital Security.
Bureau data site.

Agents Mojtabai and Zuma, FBI.

We got a warrant to run
a confiscated device

through your
proprietary decryption.

We don't allow access to this
facility for outside requests.

Yeah, we're on a time crunch. It's
a matter of national security.

The warrant.

Zuma, give the man the warrant.

Don't tell me you didn't
grab it off the desk.

Zuma, you're killing me.

I'm sorry. You're sorry?
He's sorry.

Sorry, sir. Sorry, sir.

That's right, that's right.
Okay.

You got somewhere we can
sit and call this in?

Court should be able to
messenger a new one ASAP.

This is...
This is great.

An agent will have a
warrant here in no time.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

All right. Okay, that bought
us maybe, like, 15 minutes.

If I'm lucky, I can
find the encryption key

before he gets back.

Thank you, Aram. Well, it's...

For Mr. Reddington.

Right?

Right. Okay.
All right, here we go.

You gotta be kidding me.

You're the one in such a damn rush.
Get in.

This lacks even a modicum
of discretion.

We can speak freely.

Senora Vazquez doesn't know
a lick of English.

What did you find?

The Lopezes ran
Sanctum for decades.

Nine months ago they got
burnt to a crisp.

Fire started
in the middle of the night.

Police report says arson,
no suspects though.

It's a car, sweet cheeks,
not a roller coaster.

They had a daughter
named Vanessa.

Apple fell far from the tree.

She was on the up and up.
A therapist.

A therapist? Like Dr. Gallup.

Gallup and Lopez could be
one and the same.

I don't know no Gallup.

But Vanessa was there
during the fire.

Got burnt pretty bad,
but survived.

Says here all the Lopez
family bee farms

were foreclosed by the bank.

All but the one
that burned down.

It's still owned
by Vanessa Lopez.

Then that's where we're headed.

Gracias.

Okay, about 10 seconds.

Samar and Ressler are here.

Hurry.

Downloading...

All right. Here we are.

Kathryn Nemec.

Who's Kathryn Nemec?

Whoa, is this bad?
This seems bad.

I cannot go back yet.

I need proof.

There is one
last thing I must do.

Okay. Go. You better go.

Do what you got to do to help
Mr. Reddington, but do it fast.

Locking down.

Aram, open the door.

I'm sorry. I can't.

Can't or won't?

Dembe, stop!

Gotta get open that door.
Yes, okay.

Closing now!

Dembe, don't make me shoot you!

I didn't do anything.

Then come in. Prove it!

That's my plan.

But I need the proof.

Dembe!

No, no. Ressler, no.

Fascinating.

I hope you don't mind me
diving right in.

I've been looking
for you for quite a while,

and time is of the essence.

What were you thinking?

He needed my help. You didn't
have to help him escape.

If he's on the level,
we all could've helped.

We're on
the Reddington task force.

And the one person Dembe
can't get near right now

is Mr. Reddington.

I don't believe Reddington
would ever hurt Dembe.

He might if he felt Dembe
betrayed him.

I don't think Dembe did, but
everything is pointing towards that.

So, there's no telling
what Mr. Reddington might do.

Did you find anything that
would exonerate Dembe?

Honestly, I don't know.
We found a name.

Kathryn Nemec.

Run her down and find
out what you can.

And, Aram...

You better be
right about Dembe,

because whatever happens next
is on you.

Hey. Are you okay?
Were you hurt?

No. You?

No.

I can't leave right now.
Can we talk later?

Of course. I'll walk you out.

It's hypnotic.

I suppose it was only
a matter of time

before one of you figured
it out and showed up.

You knew I'd get
to you eventually.

I'm not one of your
parents' clients.

But we do know
what you're doing to them.

Richard Fickman.
Daniel Nakamoto.

We know you made deals
with some of your prison

therapy patients.

We just don't know why.

When I was a child,

this place was the backbone
of our honey business.

My father knew a guy that
needed a hideout,

and he helped.

And then another one showed up.

And another one.

And soon my parents
were making more money

from their Sanctum Corporation
than they were from the bees.

The fortune my parents made

hiding criminals was in a
Vulcan safe in our basement.

The only people that knew
that were the criminals

that passed through.

Someone came back and
tried to steal the money.

But while cutting through the
lock with an acetylene torch,

they set the house on fire.

I was the only one
that survived.

Apitherapy is the only thing
I've found effective

in fighting the infection.

Pheromones from the queen
attract the swarm,

and their stings and enzymes
heal the scars.

You have no idea which client did
this, so you're killing them all.

If their file is in
my parents' ledger,

they deserve punishment
for one thing or the other.

There's an entry in that
ledger I need to see.

For your sake,
I hope it's not crossed off.

Kathryn Nemec is missing?

Yeah, she disappeared in 1991.
Just dropped off the grid.

Lived at a few addresses
in the Midwest in her 30s.

Worked at an exclusive
domestic staffing agency.

But then, one day,
she's just gone.

And there is no more records.

You say this Nemec, she's the
one who's attacking Reddington?

Dembe seemed to think so.

But she's been
missing for 25 years.

Yeah, I cannot explain it,

but had you seen Dembe's
face when he saw her name...

It was like he'd seen a ghost.

Cooper's sending a team
to pick up Dr. Gallup.

He says Aram is safe.

Aram insists Dembe is innocent.

I need to be the judge of that.

He's not the one hurting you.

He was using Aram to find
that person.

People run when they're scared
and when they're guilty.

You can afford
to hope for the best.

But to survive in my world,
I assume the worst.

Mr. Reddington,
how did you find me?

Hello, Isabella.

I'm sorry. Please come in.

Please sit.

Mummy.

I need to speak
with your father, Isabella.

Speak with him?

What do you mean? Where is he?

I don't know.

Is he safe?

We don't know.

- But something's happened.
- I hope not.

But I won't know
until I find him.

Does he want you
to find him?

He does not. But I have to.

And I must insist on your help
to do so.

Sometimes he sends me packages.

Pre-paid cellphones
with one number saved.

For emergencies.

When my father told me he
moved us here to protect us,

I never dreamed he meant
to keep us safe from you.

He didn't.

Are you okay, Isabella?

Yes. She's okay.

What are you
doing there, Raymond?

Trying to find you.

Isabella and Elle?

They're perfectly safe.

What are you doing, Dembe?

Because everything
you seem to be doing

is making you look guilty.

We're both guilty, Raymond.

I came here to see for myself.
She's not here.

Who's not...
What are you saying?

Dembe?

Dembe?

Dembe?

I know who you are.

You and that fella in the
hat brought Kate out here.

Two men against
an unarmed woman.

That was cowardly, and you still
couldn't get the job done.

You didn't know
she survived, did you?

Ol' Kate flat out
refused to die.

She warned me about you.
The muscle.

Said the man in the hat
never goes anywhere

without you by his side.

Kate told me you'd be back.

I've been waiting.

I'm gonna kill you both
for what you did to her.

Now, where is
your slick-suited friend?

What?

Agent Mojtabai.

What did you
and Dembe find, Aram?

Mr. Reddington...

I spoke to him.
He began to tell me something,

but he was attacked.

Attacked?

What's going on?
What is he talking about?

I don't know.

The person he thinks is coming for me.
It may be a woman.

Is Dembe gonna be okay?

He released you. Why?

Did you discover something?

We did. We found a name.
Kathryn Nemec.

Say that again.

Kathryn... Nemec.

But she's been missing since 1991.

What? Please, tell me.
Is he okay?

Reddington, what's going on?

What's happened to Dembe?

I'll find him.

I'll find him.

It's me.

Hate to leave this
on your machine,

but there's something
you ought to know...

A man's greatest enemy is the dark
forces pent up within himself.

But not for me.

My dark forces had a name.

A person I entrusted with the
most heinous offenses of my life.

Every trespass I committed,

expunged.

Cleansed as if
it had never happened.

My confessor,

who doth now condemn me.

What are you talking about?

Kathryn Nemec.

Who is Kathryn Nemec?

A name that came to
represent my darkest hours.

My friend.

Mr. Kaplan.

Mr. Kaplan?

She's alive.

When I pulled the trigger,

I left without checking.

I would never have been
so careless if

there wasn't a part of me
that wished

I hadn't done
what I had just done.

It's been her all along.

Retribution for what
I did to her.

Can the score be even now?

Can this be over?

All I know is
I need to find Dembe.

Dembe!

She's alive.

Kate is alive.

I'm sorry, Dembe.

Who did this to you? A man.

He found Kate.

He's injured in his left knee.

Where did you last see him?

West of here.

You need a doctor.

Keep that tight.

Okay, here we go.

- You're not going after him.
- I am.

He'll lead me to Kate.

Get Dembe to a hospital.
Please.

We should double back, find another path.
This all too exposed.

You must know my friend Kate.

I should have
told you about Janet.

Doesn't matter.

It does to me.

I'm sorry that I'm...

Hey...

Can I tell you something
I admire about you?

I would rather you didn't.
Your intensity.

The way you talk and think,
the way you do the job.

Stop it.

I don't just admire it.

I'm also terrified by it.

And by what it would do to
me if we got too close.

How's this for terrifying?

I couldn't care less
what you admire.

I can appreciate
the kindness you showed

to an injured woman in need.

It's commendable.

As is your loyalty to her,

even under the threat of death.

But you do need to call her.

She was right about you.

She said you were
very dangerous

and absolutely relentless.

Could've used a few
like you in Quang Tri.

Back then, we used to say.

"If you're gonna take a shot
at ol' Victor Charlie,"

"you better hit him."

'Cause if you don't...

Victor, his brother, and his
three cousins shoot back.

Kate's also very dangerous,

and absolutely relentless.

Guess she
learned that from you.

If I'd been in your shoes,

I'd have made damn sure
I didn't miss.

Yes, that was a mistake
I won't make again.

Call her.

Seems to me I'm not gonna
survive this either way.

This may seem ironic
considering the circumstances,

but I abhor violence.

I only resort to it at times
of extreme necessity.

So believe me when I say this
is both extreme and necessary.

Call her.

She said you'd do this.

She said I'd do what, exactly?

Underestimate her.

Baz!

It's me.

Hate to leave this
on your machine,

but there's something
you ought to know...

Your friends, the black fella
and the man in the hat...

Reddington.

They're here.

You said they'd kill me
to get to you.

If this is the last time
you hear my voice,

know that I didn't give you up.

And I didn't go
down without a fight.

You told me if he ever figured
out you're still alive,

he'd come at you full bore.

Well, lock and load, Katie.

Your war has come.