The Blacklist (2013–…): Season 7, Episode 3 - Les Fleurs du Mal (No. 151) - full transcript

Remember,
my friends,

the task at hand is not
an impossible one.

The Defiance is not rigged.

Mr. Palmer has before him
every tool, schematic,

and safety precaution necessary
for him to save his own life.

Ladies and gentleman,
drink in the moment.

I want you to let the
numbness of life wash away,

even if only for tonight,
for this moment.

The love. The fear.

This is what it is
to be alive.

This... Is The Defiance.



This is Les Fleurs du Mal.

I can't.

Please, you have to
let me out of here.

I can't do this.

Are you listening to me?
Make it stop!

I can't!

Aah!
I did it!

I did it! I beat the game!
I beat the game!

I did...

No. Wait, no!

Shoot.

Let me help
with that.

Oh, no, that's okay.
I got it.

Nonsense.
I insist.



No thanks. I got it.

Oh, do you want
some coffee?

I was just
going out for some.

Come on.
I insist.

So happy we finally get
a chance to chat.

Is Agnes at school?

Yeah, I just dropped
her off, and, uh,

I was on my way home
and realized I didn't have

anything for dinner,
so I picked up a few things.

What do you do
for work?

I'm a government employee.

What about you?

Me?
I'm retired.

I moved here to be closer
to my daughter.

We're estranged,
but I'm hoping to get closer to her.

Agnes is in
full-on princess mode.

What?

Oh!
Right.

I know it's not very woke,
but she's irresistible.

No, fairy tales
are very important.

They help
children cope

with separation anxiety
and loss.

Oh, and I love
a fairytale.

Just not the part
where you got to get saved

by Prince Charming.

Um, that's work.

I'm so sorry.
I got to go.

Have you seen my keys?

I could've sworn
I just put them right here.

Oh! Here.

I must have knocked them
off the table.

Uh, keep the mug.
Bring it back later.

I'm really sorry
about this.

Don't be.
I got what I came for.

"To creep softly
like a coward

"toward the treasures
of your body,

"to whip your joyous flesh and
bruise your pardoned breast,"

"to make in your astonished
flank a wide and gaping wound."

As a general rule,

I believe the sword is
mightier than the pen.

But in the hands
of a free-spirited,

syphilis-ridden
French dandy,

I'd say the odds
shift considerably.

How's my grandfather?

We saw him
this morning.

He's still...
Critical.

And the woman
who tried to kill him?

You know
Baudelaire was prosecuted

for offenses
against public morality?

The woman.

His words were
so provocative

that six of his poems were
banned for nearly a century.

You said
you had a lead.

I do.
A secret society

named after Baudelaire's
Les Fleurs du Mal.

Poetry lovers?

Thrill seekers.

People who go to extreme lengths
to offend public morality.

A society
of decadent misanthropes.

People who have everything,
so nothing is special.

And this connects to the woman
who abducted you in Paris?

It does.

According to Reddington,
the Les Fleurs du Mal is

our best chance
of finding Steinhil.

Because whoever runs it contracted
him to create an illusion.

Well, whatever he did for them
can't top the illusion

he created for himself,
rising from the dead.

If we can get to him,
he can get us to the woman

who put Elizabeth's
grandfather on life support.

All right, I combed
through every database,

and there's nothing concrete
on Fleurs du Mal,

only rumors
about a man given a knife

and locked in a room
with a tiger,

a woman who fell
off the Eiffel Tower,

and something about...
Piranhas.

You said
Reddington had a lead.

A name.
Charles Radcliffe.

According to Reddington,
he attended one of the society's events.

Ressler, Aram,
go see Mr. Radcliffe.

See if he can I.D. these people
before they hurt someone else.

How's Agnes?

Uh... Amazing.

She's sweetly oblivious
to the guards you have

sitting outside our apartment
to protect her.

If you need anything,
including time off...

Is that why you sent Aram
instead of me?

I sent Aram because he needs
more experience in the field.

You are a single mom
with a hard job.

I just want you to know if you need
to come in late or leave early...

I don't.
But it's good to know I can.

Thank you...

For everything.

Elodie Radcliffe?

Agents Ressler
and Mojtabai, FBI.

I knew you'd come
sooner or later.

You did?

Les Fleurs du Mal.
That's why you're here, isn't it?

Uh... How could
you know that?

I thought you'd given up.

On what?

On my husband, Charles.

Well, if he's here, we'd like to
have a word with him, as well.

We have a lot of questions
for the both of you.

Charles can't help you.

Because those people in Les
Fleurs du Mal all but killed him.

So, The Defiance,
it's done?

You said this one
was important.

And the Player
will be provided with tools?

Yes, as discussed.

Mmm. All useless.

For the Player to survive,
he needs to be willing to, uh...

Break his index finger
and dislocate his thumb,

work his hand into the cam
slot, and disengage the lock.

It's the only way.

So, one could survive.

Could? Yes.

Would?
Incredibly unlikely.

But the narrow chance
of survival

is the whole point,
right?

This... This is
a diving accident?

An arterial
gas embolism.

That's the lie
they told me

to hide whatever
they really did to him.

Did you go
to the police?

And say what?

I don't know what happened.

And even if I did,
these are powerful people

with the resources
to protect themselves.

So, how did you
find these people?

Charles found them.

It was a gift,
for our anniversary.

Our marriage
wasn't perfect.

We were bored,
drifting apart.

Charles thought
this might be exciting.

To... To watch
people die.

Sharing
an experience,

something so rare and raw
and extraordinary

that it can't be forgotten,

that it can only
bring you closer.

They called it
"The Defiance."

Sounds terrifying.

Which is
why I didn't go.

Do you know
how to make contact?

Y... You want me
to talk to them?

Yes. Help us
expose them.

And find out what happened
to your husband.

Mmm, Charles had
an e-mail address

for the man in charge,
Thelonious Prackett.

That's all I know.

Motya! I'm sorry
to barge in unexpectedly,

but I've
called repeatedly,

and there hasn't been
hide nor hair of you,

so I thought I'd come and
check to see if you're okay.

Please go.
And you're okay! Thank God!

I thought maybe
Ed Broadfoot and his sons

had finally tracked you down
and dragged you off

to one of
those gravel pits.

What do you want?

It's about
the Townsend Directive.

I understand
it's been reactivated,

that you and everyone else
who bought in

are actively hunting
for her.

Do you think
I'm an idiot?

Motya, I need to take care of this myself.
It's personal.

Ah.

Do you know your conversations
with the Minister of Finance

single-handedly responsible for getting
my operations pushed out of Kiev?

I lost millions
in rail lines alone.

I lost my relationship
with contractors, politicians.

My own wife left me
for the competitor.

To be fair, she'd been
screwing him for months.

Forget about
The Directive.

Forget about
Katarina Rostova.

I'm not gonna
help you find her.

I'm gonna hunt her down,
and I'm gonna kill her myself.

And the next time
I see your face,

I'm gonna shoot
before you can start talking.

Too soon, the comment
about the wife?

Good talk.

I told you.

Yeah, you were right.

But we had to try.

And now he's forced
our hand.

Sir. Sir, there is nothing
on Thelonious Prackett.

It's... It's got to be
an alias.

But whoever he is, he agreed to let Mrs.
Radcliffe

recommend a new member.
Did you tell Ressler?

Prackett agreed
on one condition,

that if the new member
gets invited to an event,

Radcliffe has to go with.

That'll be all right
as long as Ressler is

with her
the whole time.

Yeah, um, about that.
If, um...

If we're doing this,
I'd like to go with her.

Instead of Ressler.

We need to be a convincing
couple to have a connection,

and we have one...
I can relate to her loss.

Samar.

Not that what I went through
even compares.

You went through plenty.

I'm sorry I haven't asked you
about it more.

I'm fine.

Um, still a bit, uh, numb,
I guess.

But, um, when the last real
feeling you had was devastation,

you're not super psyched to
get out there and feel again.

But... I'm good.
I'm good.

I agree.

That I'm good, or...
Or devastated?

That you should
go with her.

Work on your cover,
you're going in.

Greetings!

Where are we going?

And why do I
have to go with you?

Because you remain
in my debt.

I saved your life.

Yes, after
putting it at risk.

And I told you about Steinhil's
contract with Les Fleurs du Mal.

Why aren't you
looking at them?

I've got people
working on that.

I'm supposed to be at dinner
tonight at The Peppermill.

It's my wedding anniversary.

Congratulations!
That shouldn't be a problem.

You're holding me hostage.

I prefer to think of it as
looking out for my best interests.

Please, find yourself
another seat.

Relax. Read a book.
Watch a movie.

Do you like Truffaut?
We have the complete collection.

What did Stevenson say?

The room is being swept.
He can't get a camera in.

Someone from
the hotel staff, then.

Surely we can
incentivize a maid

or someone from room service
to take a photo.

They're only allowing
authorized personnel.

We're too late to get anyone
on the inside.

Can I ask you something?

"Day for Night." Definitely.
The photograph.

Oh, that's none
of your concern.

If I got it for you,
would my debt be paid?

Conceivably.

We met at Ascot.

I had a horse racing
in the Dubai Shergar Cup.

And how did he do?

Fractured his left-front pastern.
Had to be put down.

Cost me $300,000
in stud fees.

Per stud?

Forty studs a year,
that's $12 million per year.

That must have been
a dark day.

Until I saw Elodie.

Things brightened considerably
after that.

How is Charles?

The man I married is alive,
but my husband is gone.

And our role
in that tragedy?

I don't hold you
responsible,

if that's
what you're asking.

He wanted the risk.

We both did.

Well, I know you did.
I'm surprised you still do.

I didn't.

For a long time, I thought
I never would again.

Then I met Shameel.

I was a guest
in one of the royal boxes,

and she was
three rows below,

and still the peacock feathers
in her hat blocked my view.

Ah.

Your interest is unusual.

I don't see why.
I can buy anything I want.

So, naturally what I want is
something I cannot buy.

It's unusual
because it coincides

with an upcoming event.

Why is that unusual?

Because we haven't issued
invitations yet.

Which makes your interest an
unusual coincidence, or worse,

not a coincidence at all.

I understand your caution
and why you need

to vet your guests
as closely as you do.

I would expect
nothing less.

But we've told you
our story,

we've exchanged
wiring instructions,

and I'm one text away

from depositing $1 million
into your account.

The Defiance is an experience
money can't buy.

Of course not, which is why
I'm all the more happy

to pay for it.
So, I need to know...

Are we in,
or are we out?

Welcome to
Les Fleurs du Mal.

I'm confused.

We have no idea
where we're going,

who will be there,
or how to get out.

I mean, we don't even know
how to get to this event.

Prackett said
he'd send instructions.

Which he hasn't.
He will.

We sold our story well,
but if you're uncomfortable...

I am. Because I...

Look, I don't
quite understand the plan.

Can we go over it again?

The location of the event is
a closely guarded secret.

Which means you and Aram
will be on your own.

When Prackett makes contact,
you'll follow his instructions.

Well, if you don't know where we're
going, and you can't follow us,

how do you plan
to find our location?

With an ELT beacon.

We'll smuggle
the device in disassembled

so we can get it
past security.

Disassembled.

You're going to
wear the device

into the building in pieces.

Once inside,
Aram will assemble the device,

activate the signal,
and it'll give our team your location.

And once
you get the signal...

We'll come
and get you.

Okay. I get it.

We literally have no idea
where we're going.

No. We don't.

It'll be okay.

I promise.

♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

♪ Ooh-ooh

Miss Radcliffe,
Mr. Aubeelauck, welcome.

If you would.

♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

For The Defiance.
Enjoy your stay.

♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

Thank you.
Cheers.

Cheers.

Hmm.

Why do we need
these again?

I have no idea.

Signal's clear.
We're good.

I miss having children.

I need to tie my shoe.
Mmm.

Hand me the antenna.

And what are
you two up to?

What? Oh.

Uh...
We, uh... Hmm.

We were, uh...
We were just, uh, talking about

how delicious those
little shrimp tartlets are.

Uh, he's
quite a foodie.

I am a foodie. I am...
Mmm-hmm.

I'm such a foodie.
I'm... I'm a foodie.

Well, eat all you like.
Drink all you like.

Tonight is an event that
none of us will soon forget.

Have fun, my friends.

And... Good luck.

"Good luck"?
Why would he say, "Good luck"?

I have no idea...

And I don't want
to find out.

Let's keep moving,
shall we? Okay.

That's Motya Morozov.

He's one of the two men
I need you to photograph.

But you already have
his photograph.

I have photographs
of both of them.

What I need is a photograph
of them together.

Why? The other man's
name is Fields.

Despite staying
at the same hotel,

being seen together
would be...

...quite damaging.

They'll take every precaution
to prevent that from happening.

How can I help you?

You see that tall drink
of water behind me?

I'm gonna ask him
to marry me.

Good for you!

We stayed here once and had
the most incredible time.

In room 267. Any chance
it's still available?

I'll see
what I can do.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

The lobby is crawling
with security.

I'm not surprised.

The FBI are not known
for their discretion.

That's who's scanning
the room? The feds?

That's who doesn't want
a photo to be taken.

As I said, neither party...

You didn't tell me that one
of the parties was the FBI.

An oversight, admittedly.

I thought you were working
with the FBI.

A small, select group of
agents are in my employ.

Any of these guys?
Unfortunately not.

I can see
this was a mistake.

Ten minutes.
The valet line.

Be there with
the engine running.

How are you
gonna do it?

Ding-dong ditch.

Ding-dong ditch.

I loved playing
that as a child!

May I have
your attention, please?

The Defiance is here.

The spectacle
we are about to witness

only has meaning because
each of us is invested.

The pledge we made
is what binds us.

It's what lets us feel
like we're alive,

even if only
for one night.

Each of us has agreed
to embrace this challenge,

and yet only one of us
will face it.

For that unlucky member,
may it be some small consolation

to remember
we ask no risk of you

that we have not
taken ourselves.

With that, The Defiance
begins in one hour.

Good luck to us all.

Oh, my God.
The Player.

They choose one
from the guests.

I don't know
what's taking so long.

It's online
and transmitting.

So, why aren't they here?
Are we maybe out of range?

No, it doesn't matter
where we are.

It's GPS activated.

Okay, so,
where are they, then?

I don't know.

But the only thing that could possibly
interfere would be a sun-flare...

A jammer.

So, the FBI has no idea
we're here.

I don't think so.
So, now what?

Ladies and gentlemen,
it's time.

Are you ready
to meet the Player?

Oh, my God.
Okay. Okay. Okay.

Oh, my God!

Okay, Elodie, we're gonna figure this out.
Oh, my God.

We're gonna figure this out.
It's gonna be fine.

It's gonna be fine. Just...
No. No. Wait.

No, wait! Wait! Wait!
Hold on!

Hold on, stop!
Please don't! No!

I'm gonna come
for you, okay?

Stop it! Please! Stop!
Don't do this!

Him. That's Kirilenko.

Head of Russian Vor
in America.

Get away from me!

Stop, you're hurting me!

Stop her!

Oh!

Oh, my... Wow.

Hi.

Nice noodle.

She's good...
She is very good.

I believe
this makes us even.

Dembe, we can tell Edward we'll
be ready for takeoff in 20.

Francesca.

Your husband,
what's his name?

Paul... Paul Farwell.

Absent head winds,
in two hours, you and Paul

will be celebrating
your anniversary

at The Peppermill
as planned.

I recommend
the corn chowder.

Oh, my!
Ding-dong ditch.

Hey. Hey!
We finally got something.

Bring up
the map overlay.

End of the hall
to the left.

Connections
are all solid. Oh.

What happened?

I don't know.
We lost the signal.

But we got a location.
Scramble the HRT choppers.

You and Keen need
to get there now.

Ladies and gentlemen,

after our brief interruption,
it's now time.

Welcome to The Defiance.

Tonight, our Player faces
a most desperate challenge.

Using only the tools
left inside the chamber,

our Player must find a way
to save her life

by unlocking the device and
climbing free from her tomb.

But this device,
this Defiance offers

an additional challenge,
one involving...

Time.

Our Player
not only has to get out,

she has to do so
before she suffocates.

Player...

Give us a show we won't forget!
Stop it!

And good luck.

Please, don't do this!

I can't get this open!

I... I... I can't!
I don't know how to do this!

Come on, guys.

Is that stroganoff?

Yes!

Mmm!

I'm always hunting
for a new recipe.

The woman.
You sent her?

I did. After
our last conversation,

I felt you needed
a soupcon of motivation.

I told you that
if you come back, I'm gonna...

Yes, I know,
you'd shoot first

and not bother
with the questions later.

But... But, quite a bit
has changed since then.

This photo prove nothing.

They prove
you went to Miami

to meet
in secret with the FBI.

I was told
you were a snitch.

And unless
you do as I instruct,

everyone else will know
the truth, as well.

Rostova.

When you get a lead,
I get a lead.

When you get a location,
I get to go there first.

Mmm.

The nutmeg is nice.

Needs salt.

Please stop this!

The police!
The FBI, they know.

They know all about you.

They're gonna arrest
all of you.

Aram!

Aram, please,
make it stop!

Please tell them!

Please!
Please tell them.

Mr. Aubeelauck. I need you
to come with me, please.

Make it stop!
What? No.

Sir, I'm not asking.

- Um...
- Aram!

Could you, uh...
could you just, uh,

give me a minute?
Sir, we're leaving now.

Mr. Prackett's gonna be
very upset with you.

Upset with me
for what?

Everybody on the ground.

Nobody move.

Where are we going?
I don't know.

The jammer's back up.
They're not going anywhere.

Secure the east exit.

Shh, shh.
Check that door!

Where are your friends?

I don't know.

What was that for?

Thank you.

We have to keep moving.

Okay.

We're almost there.
We're almost there. Okay.

Aah!

Welcome back.
Let her go.

This really is a first.

I'm an FBI agent,
and you're gonna let her go.

You must know,
if you're an FBI agent,

that we can't let you go
and expose our guests.

So, you're going to
come with me,

you're going to tell my men
exactly what the FBI know,

and then we're gonna take you to
the water's edge and drown you.

No, wait.

She had nothing
to do with this.

I'm the one you want.
What's done is done.

Kill them slowly!
Drown them!

Go, go, go!
FBI! Hands!

Hands up!
Let's see 'em!

Hands!
Hands in the air.

Some Defiance.

You find this funny?

I think it's thrilling.

The other society members
don't share your enthusiasm.

They're too busy
turning on you.

So far, they've detailed
six murders.

People want risk.

I give it to them.

The chance to feel alive.

Is that what you gave
Vance Palmer

when you locked him in a box
with a bomb he couldn't defuse?

If everyone's talked,
why talk to me?

Snitches roll uphill.
I'm on top.

Not quite.

Louis Steinhil.
I'm told you hired him once.

Never heard of him.

Well, that's too bad.

'Cause if you had,
we could have recommended to the D.A.

that he take the death penalty
off the table.

Then again,
lethal injection

sure would give you a chance
to feel alive...

Before it kills you.

What...
What's his name again?

Steinhil. Louis T.

It's an anagram
for The Illusionist.

You said The Peppermill
didn't deliver the champagne?

They said
there were no reservations

under Farwell
or Campbell.

Francesca said
she was married.

But according to Glen,

the DMV database
lists her as single.

Hello?

When it's appropriate,
I'd like to engage your services.

I thought
we were even.

We are.
You're under no obligation,

but I could use
a capable operative.

Do you need an answer
right now?

Oh, my goodness.
Oh, how rude of me.

It's your anniversary.

Did you make it
to The Peppermill?

I did.
We're here now.

And here I am talking shop.
Go, have fun.

I hope Paul knows
how lucky he is.

How could he forget?
I remind him every day.

Hello?
Elizabeth?

Elizabeth.
Oh, hey, sorry about that. Um...

Give me one second.

Okay.

So, I was just calling to tell
you I got what you wanted.

An address on Steinhil.
Tell me.

Hmm.

Some people are
so thoughtful.

Steinhil.
Where is he?

They found Steinhil.

That's too bad.

I'd grown
quite fond of him.

Well, hello, young lady.

Thank you
for the books.

You're very welcome.

Would you like
to read one to me?

Oh, well, I'd love that.
Would you like me to?

You did well
out there today.

Uh... Eventually.

You did well.

I'm proud of you.

♪ Go row the boat

♪ To safer grounds

♪ But don't you know
we're stronger now?

"Once upon a time,

"there lived
a little country girl,

"the prettiest creature
who was ever seen.

"Her mother was
extremely fond of her,"

"and her grandmother
doted on her still more."

♪ My mind still fears

How's Mrs. Radcliffe?

She's, uh...
She's okay.

You know,
I think part of her

found all the danger...
Exhilarating.

It's crazy, right?

I've long since given up trying to
figure out what excites people or why.

Yeah, and getting your kicks
from Les Fleurs du Mal is crazy.

But, uh, as a general rule,
I admire people

who insist on finding ways
to be exhilarated.

As opposed to being okay
with feeling numb.

♪ But we're running
out of time

You're not okay with it.

You're scared to feel again,
which is understandable.

♪ All the echoes
in my mind cry

But I want to encourage
you to try.

♪ There's blood
on your lies

Because as... Hard as it is
to feel pain...

It's much harder
to feel nothing.

"The poor child did not know
of the danger she was in."

♪ I'm running
with the wolves tonight

♪ I'm running
with the wolves...

Hey.

Hi.

♪ Trick or treat

Come in.

♪ What would it be?

"Grandmother,
what big ears you have."

"'All the better
to hear you with, my child, '

replied the wolf."

I wanted to come by
to make sure you were okay.

I am...
Thanks to you.

I also, uh, stopped by, uh,
to say that...

That you shouldn't, um...

You know,
feel badly about...

About what?
Kissing me.

♪ All the echoes
in mind cry

You shouldn't feel badly
about that at all.

♪ There's blood on your lies

I shouldn't?

Absolutely not.

♪ There is nowhere
for you to hide

♪ The hunter's moon
is shining

♪ I'm running
with the wolves tonight

"Grandmother,
what big teeth you have.

"'All the better to eat you
with, ' replied the wolf.

"And, saying these words,"

"the Wicked Wolf fell upon Little
Red Riding Hood and ate her all up."

♪ I'm running
with the wolves tonight

She's an angel.

♪ I'm running with the wolves

♪ I'm running
with the wolves tonight

♪ I'm running
with the wolves

How did it happen?

♪ I'm running
with the wolves tonight

You becoming estranged
from your daughter.

♪ I'm running
with the wolves

♪ A gift, a curse

All that matters now is that
I want to make amends.

♪ Say, can you dream
in nightmares seems?

I was estranged
from my mother.

♪ Where hope is left
so incomplete

I would hope that she would want
to make amends with me, too.

I'm sure she does.

♪ I'm running with the

♪ I'm running
with the wolves

Well...

I hope it happens.

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♪ I'm running with the

Oh.

♪ I'm running
with the wolves

For a long time,
I didn't think that would ever happen.

♪ I'm running
with the wolves

Now I'm beginning
to think it will.

♪ I'm running
with the wolves tonight

♪ I'm running
with the wolves

♪ I'm running
with the wolves tonight

♪ I'm running
with the wolves

♪ I'm running
with the wolves tonight

♪ I'm running
with the wolves

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