The Blacklist (2013–…): Season 7, Episode 8 - The Hawaladar (No. 162) - full transcript

It's clear.

She has him.

We don't know that.

Dembe. She has him.

My God, how long has it been?

You go to hell.

No, Ilya. You're the one
who's going to hell.

She's been ahead of us
every step of the way,

and now she has someone

who can tell her
everything she wants to know.

- He won't talk.
- That'll be even worse.



We need to find Ilya,
and we need to do it fast.

Your friend, whenever he gets here,

he'll have to work quickly.

He's not my friend.

It's a mistake to do this here.

Thank you, Eric.

Would you both please leave us?

Bad news, Skip... for Ilya, for you.

She got to him first.

I need to know where they are.

- I don't know.
- That's the wrong answer.

It's the truth.

Please, I-I have a family...
two daughters.

What did you think would happen, Skip?



You sold, to one of my worst enemies,

the location of one
of my dearest friends.

I didn't know you were involved.

How were you paid?

- Cash.
- What bank?

Not like that. She did
everything through a hawaladar.

How do I find him?

We met near my office.

He... He was a driver, a deliveryman.

The cash, he brought it in
his travel bag, like an order.

Clay Elephant... that was the restaurant.

Dembe, call Edward. Tell him
to get the jet ready for London.

I want us in the air within the hour.

What are you coloring?

Picture of the park.

So, I was thinking, tomorrow
we could have breakfast

at Camel's Cafe
and then maybe go to the zoo.

What do you think of that?

And see the pandas?

If the pandas are awake,
we can see the pandas.

Do you think they'll be awake?

Ah.

Maddy, hey, you're up and at 'em early.

Yes, well, I'm at the train
station of all places.

Afraid I have a bit of a situation.

Oh, no. Is everything okay?

Oh, heavens, yes, everything's fine.

It's just, I've had an old friend

turn up in town at the last minute,

and... he'd hoped to spend
a little time together.

If this is about Agnes...

I promised I'd care for her, and I will.

She's the priority.
If you need me to come by...

No, go be with your friend.

Don't think twice about it, Maddy.

I'll call Beth. I'm sure she can cover.

Have fun with your friend.
He's single, I hope.

No, he's not that kind of a friend.

At least not anymore, I'm afraid.

We'll be fine.

Have fun. Thank you, Elizabeth.

I appreciate you understanding.

Hey, kiddo.

Go pack your bags.

You're gonna have a play date
with Shelly.

Yay!

Sit anywhere you like.

Ah.

Knight to F-3.

You know, chess was originally
devised in India.

Back then, it was called Ashtapada.

Uh, I know who you are.

Then it only seems fair
I should know who you are.

- Arjun.
- Listen carefully, Arjun.

Two weeks ago,
someone from this establishment

delivered a cash payment
to a man named Sutherland.

Might I assume it was you?

Good. That payment was made

on behalf of a woman I'm looking for.

Did she contact you?

- Uh...
- Focus, Arjun.

If you need to, by all means
check your notes.

Notes? No. I-I remember.

The payment was requested
by New York, our main office.

Tell me about the main office.

It's a little place on 12th Street...

Matangi. Look, I can be killed
for telling you this.

On the other hand, you would
definitely be killed

for not telling me this.

New York... They run everything,
the entire network.

How big is the network?

London 692, $1.3 million outgoing.

They have 34 outposts in 18 countries.

All front as small restaurants,
locally owned.

They make good on financial IOUs

sent and received from around the world.

And the person who runs the network,

they would have a record of the
woman who paid Mr. Sutherland?

If he doesn't know, he knows who would.

I'll need his name.

Reddington, what's up?

Elizabeth, I have something
on very short notice.

What is it? Is something wrong?

It's a case... Bhavish Ratna.

He's the next name on the Blacklist.

Hawala... It's an Arabic
word that essentially means

"money transfer without money movement."

Since 9/11, the hawala system
has been a focus of the Bureau.

But according to Reddington,
his newest Blacklister has taken

the traditional legal method
to a whole new illegal level.

I'm sorry, you're gonna
have to catch me up.

This hawala... it's a banking system?

It's a banking system outside of banks.

A terrorist in Kabul
wants to make payment

to another terrorist in Bangladesh.

He can't go into a bank
and wire the money,

so he goes to see a hawaladar in his city

and then gives him the cash.

That hawaladar calls
his counterpart in Bangladesh

and requests that he front
he money to the recipient.

It's an IOU system.

No bank records, no wires,
no actual movement of money.

Meaning there's nothing
for law enforcement to track

and no evidence to build the case.

Which brings me to our suspect...

Bhavish Ratna, 60,
Indian national with no priors.

Last address... Jackson Heights, Queens.

If the traditional model
is an informal association

between brokers,
Ratna just formalized it.

34 offices in 18 countries,

all moving cash for terrorists,
human traffickers,

drug cartels... the worst of the worst.

All run by one man, all with
the same front to the public...

restaurants.

- How much?
- $3.5 million

to 635 Barrow Street,

32nd floor.

New York, 714.

Hong Kong, 381 to New York, 714.

Obtain and support $3.5 million.

$3.5 million, obtain and support.

Verify locate.

Locate... 635 Barrow Street,

32nd floor, suite 3201.

It's en route. Consider it done.

According to Reddington,
these restaurants have different names

but are connected financially

and all headquartered in Manhattan.

And Reddington wants us
to take it down, why?

It sounds like Ratna is his
business partner, not his enemy.

He thinks the woman who took him in Paris

used Ratna to pay for intel.

He hopes that Ratna
will help him find her.

If he thinks Ratna's that important,

why isn't he doing this himself?

Maybe it's a smokescreen,
meant to keep us distracted

while he works another angle.

I'm sorry, you've been here
like 9 seconds.

How are you already more jaded
than Agent Ressler?

Um... No offense.

The three of you will get to New York,

set up surveillance,
see what you can find.

I'll have FBI in New York get a warrant.

Based on what criteria?

I have no idea. I'll figure that out,

assuming I can get a judge to
believe a word that I'm saying.

I would have done anything for you, Ilya.

When you asked me to help you in
Belgrade, you knew I'd say yes.

Never even occurred to me

that you would betray me.

Listen...

Dominic thought...

I know what Dominic thought.

And he's paying for his sins.

And if he survives, I'll find
him again and finish the job.

At least he believed
he was protecting Masha.

But you...

you were my friend.

There are things about this
you can't possibly understand.

Oh, but I want to understand.

In fact, I insist.

I've thought a lot about why you chose me

as the lamb you could take to slaughter.

You thought I was weak...
the prey and not the predator.

Ask Reddington how he feels about me now.

Hurting me won't get you answers.

The Townsend Directive is real.
They're coming for you.

Then tell me how to stop them.

I'll die before I talk.

I don't intend to wait for you
to give me answers.

I'm going to take them from you instead.

The hell does that mean?

It means I've invited
an old friend to pay us a visit.

And by this time tomorrow...

you will have told me
everything I need to know.

This is not right.

We should have a proper warrant,
get the evidence.

Cooper's getting a warrant.

We're just trying to corroborate
what our source told us.

- We know nothing about this man.
- Bhavish Ratna...

married, bought the restaurant
23 years ago with his wife.

Taxes paid, not once late on rent.

All we know about his alleged
criminal activity

- is what Reddington told us.
- Hang on, wait.

Reddington told us that the
world's largest underground bank

is also serving the best
lunch buffet in Manhattan,

and that's not enough for you?

I'm only saying we have
protocol. I'm not comfortable

trusting what Reddington
told us about this.

There's the delivery guy again.

Wait, is that him?

That's him... Ratna.

Okay, that's odd. Why is
the owner making a delivery

when he's had the kid
running deliveries all day?

I don't know,
but if I find cash in those bags

instead of vindaloo, would it
make you feel any better

about arresting the guy?

He's not taking the bike.
He's walking from here.

All right, Keen, you and Park flank him.

I'll take his six.
Let's just keep an eye on him,

see where he's going.

Keen, you got eyes?

Copy that. I have eyes.

He can't be going far on foot.

Which means if he's doing a drop,

the target's got to be close.

Guys, I think we have a situation here.

Woman at your 10 o'clock,
dark hair, blue jacket.

With the newspaper?

I think she's security.

The construction worker
behind Ratna... he's on radio.

I don't like this. He's got protection.

We should call for support.

Bhavish. Is that you?

You are, uh...

Ressler, what's going on?

I don't know. Could be the target.

- Park, you have eyes?
- No, nothing.

Too many people.

- Raymond Reddington?
- And you're Bhavish Ratna.

Now we're friends.

He's talking to someone.

Can't see his face. He's wearing a hat.

You got to be kidding me.

No, that's not possible. It's Reddington.

I'm here as something
of a guardian angel, Bhavish.

It's come to my attention

that you're the target
of an FBI investigation.

- That can't be.
- And yet it is.

Keen, you want to tell me
what the hell he's doing here?

Wait, is Reddington here with us
or the target?

He's not with us.

See the rather furtive ginger behind you?

He's FBI. Or if he isn't,

he certainly looks like he's FBI.

Same with the woman
by the fence over there.

And why are you telling me all this?

Because there's something
I want you to tell me,

just as soon as I get you
the hell out of here.

See the gentleman behind me,
by the black Mercedes?

He's your escape plan.

How do you want to handle this, Keen?

I don't know.
He's got security everywhere.

Say the word, and we're gone.

If it's my clients
you want to know about,

I don't talk about them.

Yes, well, never say never.

I can take care of myself.

I have more security than you may know.

Are you really sure
this is the time or place

to get into a shoot-out
with the FBI, Bhavish?

Putting your clients first
before yourself

while you're surrounded
by the authorities

may prove to be somewhat shortsighted.

No?

Okay, just remember,

when you're left holding the bag,

I'm the one who told you so.

We got to fall back.
There's too many civilians.

We're not letting this guy walk.

Stop! FBI! I said stop!

Ressler, they're armed.

Down! Down! Put the gun down!

Drop your weapon!

Drop your weapon.

Put it down.

FBI!

Stop!

Watch out.

Put the gun down.

Put it down.

You heard the man. Put the gun down.

You want to tell me what
the hell that was all about?

Guess we're gonna have to ask Reddington.

How could this possibly happen?

My people take every precaution...

vetting clients, travel routes.

My security people are
in custody, and if they talk...

Quite frankly, I'd be more
concerned about your restaurant.

The restaurant, the vault, the books.

The network compromised.
Everyone's going to jail.

But you're not. You're sitting
right here in my safe house.

Have a nice cup of masala chai.

Mr. Reddington, you don't understand.

I was transporting $3.5 million
that belongs to the Zhao Triad.

The money never made it to Atticus.

Eli Atticus, the extractor?

Zhao will come for me if I can't pay.

And with a breach like this,
my network will fold.

Money will evaporate. My resources gone.

What if I could offer you
a loan, make you whole?

For the money we lost?

I didn't lose any money, Bhavish.

You did, because you hesitated
when you shouldn't have.

Now, normally, I charge 20%
for a cash loan of this size,

but given the circumstances,
I could go as low as 19%.

Why would you help me?
You don't even know me.

As I said, you have
information that I seek.

And if I help, this loan, this money,

you can access it quickly?

Before your tea cools.

Morgan, it's me.

Yeah, we're working as fast as we can.

Well, tell the fellas upstairs

we're in urgent need
of 3 1/2 meal tickets.

- Now?
- Yes, now.

Put it down at 19%,

and please get it here
as quickly as possible.

What is it you want to know?

It's come to my attention

that you recently arranged for payment

to a British agent named Skip Sutherland

on behalf of a woman, Constance Drucker.

- Yes, I remember.
- I need to know

what other payments you may have
made on behalf of Miss Drucker.

There were, uh... There were only two.

The payment you speak of, to the
British agent, Skip Sutherland.

And the second?

To some kind of moving company.

Orion Relocation Services.

Cheers.

Thank you, Mr. Reddington!

Hey, Big Red!

What's the story, kemosabe?

Where are you?

Just wrapped up a student driver exam.

Epic fail.

Parallel parking is a lost art.

Glen, clear your schedule.
We have to talk.

I have a job for you.

Understood.

No, we have the list.

Everything will be ready when you arrive.

A short delay.

He'll be here by tomorrow.

I knew it.

- What kind of delay?
- I don't know.

He's eccentric.

You know how these creative
people can be.

Insane, which is what

this entire plan was in the first place.

We've talked about this.

No, I talked, and you pretended to listen

because you didn't want to face the fact

that this is junk science
and a waste of time.

It's our best option.

He turns people into zombies.

Half the time without any results.

I don't care.

Others are willing
to kill for what they want.

Well, so am I.

And if he fails, so be it.

At least I'll know

we've used every conceivable
means at our disposal.

- You played us.
- Harold, please, calm down.

You wanted Ratna
because he has information

about the woman
who abducted you in Paris.

You never intended for us to catch him.

You wanted him to see us so that
you could swoop in and save him.

It's more complicated than that.

Feel free to dumb it down for us.

I say "us" because I've invited
Agents Ressler and Park

to listen in. They deserve to know

why you double-crossed them in the field.

Actually, they don't.

You gave them an order. They followed it.

You tipped Ratna off to an FBI
investigation you initiated!

Yes, to put him in my debt
by setting him free.

You set Ratna free?

As a bird.

You have no idea where he is?

Harold, perhaps you haven't
fully explained to Agent Park

how this arrangement works,
or perhaps her sense of justice

simply isn't as nuanced
as I had imagined.

You're gonna help us find him.

I appreciate your frustrations.

I'm sorry to put you in this position.

But someone I care deeply about
is missing,

and I did what I did to try and find him.

- Who's missing?
- That's not your concern.

What is your concern
is Ratna's banking enterprise.

It's come to my attention that
Ratna is moving $3.5 million

from the Zhao Crime Syndicate
to Eli Atticus.

I don't know any Eli Atticus.

He's an extraction expert
who has a reputation

for breaking high-value targets
out of black sites

and detention facilities
around the world.

If the Zhao syndicate is paying Atticus,

it means they've lost someone
that they want back.

I don't know who, I don't know
when, but I can assure you,

there's a prison break on the horizon,

and it's going to be bloody.

As my third executioner said,

nothing voices contrition
better than silence.

Good talk.

You're welcome for the tip.

That's it?

What about the park, what he did there?

We expressed our displeasure.

He gave us a lead.

I just... I don't understand.

Well, how could you?

The man's had three executioners.

If it's any consolation,
even after all these years,

I don't understand, either. All I do know

is that Eli Atticus may be about
to commit a crime.

Our job is to stop him before he does.

- Hello?
- Liz, hey, you got a minute?

Yeah, Beth. What's going on?

How are the girls? They're good.

We just finished up snack time.

I wanted to give you a call about Agnes.

What's wrong? Everything okay?

Shelly and Agnes were drawing,

and Agnes, what she drew
in her sketchbook...

This totally could have waited.

What did she draw?

It's a picture of a dead man.

What do you mean,
a dead man? Did she say...

That's why I'm calling.

She said that she saw him in the park.

- The dead man?
- I thought you should know.

- I didn't know...
- Yes, no, of course.

...if it was a dream
or maybe some story she heard?

I don't know...

You know what?

She walked in on me
while I was watching TV.

A terrible show.

- Thank God.
- I'm sure that's what she saw.

You're at work. Go do your thing.

We'll be fine.
We can, um, talk more tonight.

Okay, thank you, Beth.

- Did you find something?
- I think so.

Okay, Mr. Reddington said
that when we arrested him,

Bhavish Ratna was moving funds

to pay a contractor named Eli Atticus.

- An extraction expert.
- A war criminal in Scheveningen,

a drug kingpin in Bogotá...

this guy's team has disappeared
prisoners from around the world.

And we think his next job
may be right here at home.

Last week, a joint FBI/DEA task
force ran a sting on PPR Global,

a shipping company that launders money

for the Zhao crime syndicate.

14 employees were arrested.
Several were injured.

But one man, Alfred Yang,
remains in stable condition,

under police custody,
at Nations First Hospital.

Atticus isn't gonna go after
someone who's already in prison.

He's gonna grab Alfred Yang
before he ever gets to prison.

Keen, notify the detail at Nations First,

put them on alert.

Ressler, Park, get there
and get the target out.

I'll have his transfer to Walter
Reed approved before you arrive.

Agent Ressler? William Truax,
DEA. We spoke over the phone.

The witness is on the fourth floor?

Protective detail's in place.

Notify hospital security.
Execute a code silver

till we can get the witness offsite.

The hell was that?

Truax to command. Command?

All right. Park, call it in.

You got west access. I'll take the east.

Attention, code silver.

Yang... they have him.

F-Four of them.

Went to the west.

Ressler, four gunmen
on the move, headed your way.

Breach, breach. Fall back.

Man down, man down!

They have Yang in the east stairwell.

Hang in there. Hang in there.

Hang in there.

- Oh!
- Oh!

Ressler! You okay?

Ressler?!

Orion Relocation Services?

Ah, never heard of 'em.

Well, I only just mentioned them.

What are they, some kind
of a disappearing service?

That's what I'm trying
to figure out, Glen...

who they are, what they do,
how to make contact.

I kinda got a full dance card.

Glen, this is important.

Please, I... I need you to find
these people as soon as human...

Yeah.

Yeah, put him through.

I don't know what's wrong
with these people.

I told them to hold all...

Yellow. What?

What?!

Absolutely not.

Jerry, I told you,
it's gotta be raspberry.

No, ice cream won't work.
Neither will sorbet.

It's got to be sherbet.

Because that's what she said.

I don't know, Jerry.

I don't work in the grocery store.

Try a different aisle. Maybe try
looking over by those lit...

- That was Jerry.
- I don't care.

He's trying to make Trudy's
raspberry sherbet party punch,

which is sort of a casino-night custom.

Glen, there is no casino night.

There is no DMV.

Right now, all that matters

is finding Orion Relocation Services.

Okay, take it easy.

Don't tell me to take it easy.
This is important.

You're a tracker,
and I need you to find out

everything you can about these people,

right now.

This is different, huh?

Important.

The woman from Paris... She took
someone I care deeply about.

What's happening to him now,

- what she's subjecting him to...
- Hey, gimme a hand!

...I can't even begin to imagine,

which is why I need to find him.

- No!
- But I can't do that

unless you find Orion
Relocation Services.

Glen, I implore you.

This is life or death.

How could you do this?

How could you possibly be willing to die

in order to protect him?!

After all we've been through, Ilya.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Why won't you help me?

Why?

I'm sorry, uh, say that again?

We lost Yang.

Atticus' men got here first.

Most of the protective detail is dead.

You're telling me Zhao Wing,
the leader of one

of the most powerful criminal
organizations in the world,

hires Eli Atticus, perhaps the preeminent

prisoner-extraction specialist
in the world,

to target a city hospital?

All to rescue a rank-and-file
foot soldier in Zhao's army?

You don't buy it?

No, Elizabeth, I do not buy it.

So, maybe Yang wasn't
just a foot soldier.

I don't care if he's the architect

of Zhao's entire empire.

Shooting up a public hospital
is an extreme measure,

required only in the most
desperate of circumstances.

Maybe Zhao couldn't afford
to have him talk to the police.

Maybe he was worried Yang would flip.

So you wait to see if he's negotiating

a cooperation agreement
in the first place.

That sounds reasonable.

So, why the fireworks?

Because Yang knew something, and
Zhao needed to know what it was.

Or maybe he knows
exactly what Yang knows,

and maybe Zhao needs to make sure

that nobody else
ever hears what Yang knows.

Because Yang's an informant.

Or worse.

Oh, my God.

That's it.

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Were you gonna tell us?

- I'm sorry. You are?
- Agent Keen.

I'm part of the task force
who tried to warn you

this was gonna happen.

He's one of yours, isn't he, Alfred Yang?

- He's an agent.
- Keep your voice down.

How long has he been undercover?

The Zhaos didn't do this
to rescue one of their soldiers.

They did this to eliminate
an undercover cop

who could have destroyed them.

How the hell do you know that?

I have a source.

Apparently, so does Zhao.

How long?

Just over two years. The U.S. Attorney

just authorized RICO charges last week.

He is the linchpin to the entire case.

- Not anymore.
- We think Yang's cover is intact.

This was a recovery mission.

Listen to me. They're gonna kill him.

If we don't find a way to track
wherever they took him,

they are going to kill him.

I think I can help with that.

Hey, you okay?

Yeah, I'll be fine.

Tell me, does the hospital
put chips in their I.D. badges

to help locate staff?

Yang was a patient, not hospital staff.

W-Why does this help us?

Because I managed to slip one
in the pocket of a perp

while he was trying
to choke the life out of me.

Can we track it?

FBI!

- Go! Go!
- FBI!

Hands! Hands!

Don't move.

Call an ambulance.

What are you doing?

Is that a trick question?

Why aren't you working?

I understand this is important
to you, and I'm doing my best,

but I don't work well when my stomach's

- got the growlies and...
- Have you found them?

Orion Relocation Services?

No, and I have to admit,
I'm not getting much closer,

which is a problem, 'cause
it's almost casino night.

And if I don't have everything set

when Jerry gets here with the sherbet,

we're gonna have a real problem.

We talked about this.

There is no casino night.

There is nothing but me
standing right in front of you.

Look at me.

This thing we do, this whole dynamic?

My indulgence of your relentless
nonsense, your insipid banter?

I tolerate it.

But don't lose sight of the fact

that this is a business relationship.

You're a finder.

You exist to me because you find things.

Are you telling me that you can't find

what I need you to find?
Because if that's the case,

I will end this right now.

And don't think I won't
because we have a history.

If my friend dies because of you...

Orion Relocation Services. Find them.

Don't look so grim, Agent Park.

You saved an officer's life today.

Sir... hard to feel cheery,
all things considered, sir.

All things?

What am I missing?

An undercover agent is alive

because of you and Agent Ressler.

The RICO case against the Zhao
syndicate will be prosecuted.

As we speak, the bureau is identifying

the various clients and criminals

connected to Bhavish Ratna
and his hawaladar network.

And Ratna? He's... what?
Helping Reddington? Dead?

Could be either... or both.

What are we getting involved in?

- I don't follow.
- Reddington wanted Ratna.

Said he needed him, that he was critical

to finding whoever abducted him in Paris.

But I have a feeling
this is about more than Paris.

What are you suggesting?

That Reddington's in over his head,

that he's scared,

that he has his back up against the wall.

About what? I have no idea.

But this... I have a sinking feeling

this thing is gonna get worse
before it gets better.

And whatever he's up against...

I just don't want it to end up
on our doorstep.

Come here. Give me a hug.

I haven't seen you all day.

Hey.

Can I ask you something...

about the, uh... the picture
you drew today?

- Yeah.
- The man in the picture...

is he someone you saw?

I don't know.

Is it something
you want to talk to me about?

Honey, Agnes, look at me.

You're not in trouble, honey.

I'm just curious where you got the idea.

I saw him in the park.

With Miss Tolliver?

Yeah.

Come on. What is all this?

This, Ilya, is for an old friend,

for the work he's going to do.

He's quite excited to meet you.

Elizabeth, hello.

Hi. How's your friend?

Oh. Fantastic.

I hadn't seen him in ages.

Thank you for understanding.

I hope Agnes got along okay.

Actually, that's what I wanted
to see you about.

Uh, is now a bad time?

Not at all.

Is she asleep?

I can come to your place.

Great. Okay.

I can't imagine what
she could have possibly seen,

but surely it wasn't a body.

Not... Not with me, in the park.

She wouldn't just make that up.

No, of course not.

But like all children, Agnes
does have a vivid imagination.

So, she didn't say anything to you?

Nothing at all?

Can I be completely honest with you?

No more secrets?

Uh, I didn't realize we had secrets.

Elizabeth, please.

I've seen the gun in your purse.

The men outside standing guard?

I know that you're an FBI agent.

Well, what does that have to do with...

Do you think perhaps Agnes...
that this body

is her way of saying
that what you do scares her?

What I do does scare her,
and we talk about that.

And you and I have talked about
her love of fairy tales

and how the violence in those stories

help deflect what's going on in her mind.

This is not a fairy tale.

I can tell I've upset you, but...

...you have nothing
to be defensive about.

I'm not being defensive.
I'm defending my daughter.

I'm not attacking her.

I'm just saying
that I was with her in the park.

I was there.

And there was no body.

Glen.

About earlier.

I must say, I feel... terrible.

- What's this?
- Everything you need to know

about Orion Relocation Services,

which is a corporate loan-out

for a small moving company in Paterson.

- You found them.
- I did. And from what I can tell,

they're movers
that relocate ne'er-do-wells...

sort of a witness protection
for criminals.

Thank you, Glen.

I'm in your debt.

And about before...

Save it, Chief.

Another time.

If I can get to the Eagles Club now,

I can still make it in time
for a little roulette

and a cup of Trudy's
raspberry sherbet party punch.

Wish me luck.

- Roulette... that's your game?
- Of course, baby.

And you know I always bet on Red.

So, he's the one?

This is him.

Don't be afraid.

It's okay.

We're just going to have a little look

at some of your, um... memories.