The Following (2013–2015): Season 3, Episode 2 - Boxed In - full transcript

[Gina] Carroll's
execution's set

for the end of this month.

Joe... You been
to see him?

No. I've moved on.
You will, too,

as soon as we
catch Mark.

[Mark] Why am I letting
you guys

have all the fun?

Come on. Let's go
kill some people.

This is all wrong.

We have to
make this perfect,

or he'll kill
us all.



[Ryan] Our boy Mark is
punishing us

for killing his family
last year.

These murder scenes
are re-creations

of their deaths.

This is the second
time in 24 hours

that I've been
called a liar.

[Max] First you're
the liar, now me.

You lived this moment.
You both did.

It's a tableau
of Max shooting Luke.

Mark has his own
followers now.

Why is he writing
you've lied at every scene?

He's delusional, Gina.

[as Luke] Hey! This is
our revenge!

[as Mark] I know.
You're right. I'm sorry.



Don't be sorry,
little bro. Be angry.

I was pushing
you away.

I don't want to
do it anymore.

I need you.

I need you, too.

[as Luke] I'm proud of you.

Tomorrow will be awesome

because tomorrow
one of them dies.

[traffic noise]

[brakes squeaking]

[engine turns off]

[pounds on the shutter]

[blinders clattering]

[shutter rolling open]

Big day, dude.

Is this Andrew's
truck?

Yeah. We got to get
it off the street

now he's
in custody.

I'll take care of it.

[engine starts]

[shutter rolling and gets closed]

Is everything ready?

See for yourself.

[curtain rolls]

What do you think?

Um...

Torture's not
really my thing.

That's why
you need me,

but you haven't seen

the best part.

Is that...

Yes, sir.
Bought it

in Huntsville, Texas,
last year.

Used in over
50 executions

between 1951
and 1970.

Today, we're gonna use
it to fry ourselves an FBI agent.

Yeah.

The Following S03E02
"Boxed In"

Sync and corrected by
Gianluca Belfiglio

[pounching]

[fighting gasps]

[panting]

I'm sorry.

Did I wake you up?

I thought I wore
you out last night.

Believe me,
you did.

Your hands are quick,
but your jab's a little weak.

[glove adhesive stretching]
Oh, really?

My high school boyfriend
was a boxer.

I used to patch him up
after fights.

It's how I fell
in love with medicine.

How is it possible
I don't know this?

6 months isn't long
enough to reveal all our secrets.

Why don't you tell me
something I don't know about you.

Heh.

[cell phone vibrating]

Saved by the bell.

- Bad news?
- Good actually.

We've got
a fingerprint match

on the guy that
threw blood on me

at the wedding.

I got to take
a shower.

My brother taught me
how to fight.

Guess he got tried
of scraping me up off the schoolyard.

Lesson one was never
go looking for trouble.

Lesson two...

when it's on, do
whatever it takes to win.

I wish I could have
met him.

He would have
liked you.

[footsteps departing]

[door closes]

[door opens]

Rise and shine!

Eggs and oatmeal!

Protein
and slow-releasing carbs,

plenty of energy
for today's mayhem.

I don't eat
breakfast.

Uh, manners.

This is very sweet,
Mark. Thank you.

Do we need to
go over anything?

[window clicks open]
Timing will be crucial today.

No. We got it.

I know you're upset

about Andrew's arrest.

I am, too.
He brought us together,

but...

he'd want us
to keep our focus.

Yeah. Of course.
Ok. You can count on us.

Great. Mmm. [gives a pat]

See you downstairs.

What... Ow!

What's your problem?

We have to keep
him happy.

That guy's
a freak show,

bopping around
the kitchen all the time,

talking about his
dead brother.

Yeah, and he will gut us
in our sleep

if he even suspects
that we have our own agenda,

so just play nice.

[horn honking in distance]

Hey. How you doing?

How do you think? A lot of
innocent people died yesterday.

Hey, Mike.

Look. I don't want to square off
with you, all right?

I know that
you and Max...

Ancient history.
Don't even worry about it.

Yeah?

So we're cool?

Sure. Cool.

[telephone ringing in distance]

Oh. Nice to see
you're making friends.

Not here to
make friends.

What's Andrew
doing here?

We got a match
on his real I.D.

Andrew Sharp.
Turns out he's got

a wife and kids
in Westchester.

According to the wife,
about a year go,

Andrew walks
out the door,

got into his truck,
and disappears.

He's been listed
as a missing person ever since.

I sense
a punch line coming.

Right before he left,
Andrew got a call.

We checked the records.
It originated

In Layton, New Jersey.

That's the last place
we saw Mark.

Andrew got the call
right after Mark escaped.

He must have
picked him up.

So you got a few things
you want to ask Andrew?

Yeah, I do.

[door bangs open]

[Ryan] Good morning,
sunshine.

[door slams]

I guess someone
didn't enjoy

their first night
in jail.

So let me ask
you something.

How could you do it?

Just walk out
on your wife and kids

and never look back?

You were married,
what, 10 years,

witnessed the birth
of your daughters,

watched them grow up.

I mean, to just
throw all that away.

It's been hard.

I miss them
every day.

You don't know
how many times

I wanted to pick up
the phone and...

Yeah. They were
just camouflage.

- [Andrew chuckles]
- That's what I thought.

But Mark is
your real family, isn't he?

That's why
he called you,

that's why you
picked him up.

You dropped
everything to protect him,

even though it meant
throwing away your cover life.

So what's
the connection?

My guess is Lily Gray.

Did she see you
as a potential father for her boys?

Is that why Mark
trusted you enough to call?

[Andrew scoffs softly]

Wow. Am I
supposed to clap or something?

Because really,
your insights are fairly obvious.

May I offer
a little advice?

Yeah. Well, you're
kind of sitting

on the wrong side of the table
for it to hold much weight,

but go ahead,
knock yourself out.

Confess while
there's still time.

[Mike] My conscience
is clean.

Clean or not,
until you tell

the world
what you did,

innocent people
will keep dying,

and their blood will
be on your hands.

[shopping cart clattering]

What kind of fruit
is that?

It's a melon.

Well, yeah,
uh, I know, but what kind?

I always get
them confused.

It's a cantaloupe.

I'm Jack.

I'm married.

Me, too.

So what?

Bye, Jack.

[shopping cart clatters and departs]

That was sad.

[Ryan] Let's run
DMV records,

see what Andrew was
driving when he disappeared.

Ryan.

Hey. I'll catch up.

[low hum of chatter]

You all right?
You don't look so good.

I thought we were
done with this.

Yeah. So did I.

Look. I don't think
I can go through with it again.

Just keep it simple
in the hearing, stick to the script.

I got it.

You don't
raise your voice,

you don't get angry,
none of that.

Jeff, Jeff, I'm fine,
but honestly,

you seem like you're
wound a little tight.

Is it that obvious?

Uh-huh.

You know, I asked
Director Franklin

to let me run point
on your covert op?

No. I didn't know that.

Yeah. Even though
I knew that if all of this stuff went south

that I'd... I'd
probably lose my job

or I'd even end up
in prison,

but Joe Carroll
is a monster,

and so was Lily Gray,

and they had to be
stopped by any means necessary,

but now that
the pressure's on, I...

I can't sleep.

I'm drinking
all the time, and...

All right.
I'm scared, Ryan, ok?

What if it get...

Wait. I got...

What's up? You ok?

Yeah. My chest is tight.

All right, buddy. Hang on.
Come here, come here.

All right. Here we
go, buddy.

We're going to the ER.

Take it easy,
nice and easy here we go...

Hey. This is not
all on you, ok?

I'll take the hit
if I have to.

I got to get back
in there.

We're on to something.

Go. Get it done.
[pats on shoulder]

You good?

I'm fine.

Hey. According
to the DMV,

Andrew's the registered
owner of a 2006 silver pickup truck.

License plate number's
4GF-8891.

All right. Let's put
Big Brother to use.

Listen up!
We're looking

for a 2006
silver pickup.

I want the plate number
run through every camera

in the city as far back
as we can.

We find that truck,
we find Mark.

Let's go. Come on.

[vehicle approaching]

[engine roaring]
[tires screech]

We on schedule?

Yeah. Daisy and Kyle
should be making

contact right now.

[music playing]

[door closes]

Honey, what are you
doing home?

[music coming from other end]

[sighs]

It's a little early
in the day for wine.

Heh heh heh.

[shower running]

You're not expecting
any of that to still fit?

What are you doing,
you bad boy?

[water dripping]

[gasps]

You really hurt
my feelings back there, you know?

[adhesive tape stretching]

Comfortable?

Why are you
doing this?

Um...

I wasn't held enough
as a child,

or maybe it's because
my amygdala's underdeveloped.

I'm gonna get some
cantaloupe.

You want some?

Ugh.

Babe?

No. I'm good, thanks.

Ok. Time to call
your husband.

Why?

It's not a party
without him, is it?

I don't do it.

Honey, I'm not asking.

Say whatever you need to
to get him home.

Give us away,
and he'll get your face

in the mail, got it?

[knife clicks]

It's me. I'm sorry
to do this.

I just got a migraine.

Can you come home?

I know,
but it's really bad.

Ok. Thanks.

I love you.

Wow. You lied
like a pro.

I bet he can't tell
when you're faking it.

Come on.
We all do it.

How long have you
been married?

16 years.

That's incredible.

I mean, how do you
keep it fresh?

In the bedroom, I mean.

Go to hell.

Kyle and I do whatever
we can to keep the spark alive.

On his way yet?

Yeah, but I'd say
we still got half an hour.

Do you want to go
and check out her night table,

see if she's got
anything naughty in there?

Hell, yeah.

I'll be right back.

Oh, God.
I love him so much.

That's it.
We found the truck!

Where?

Traffic cam caught
it entering a garage

in East Harlem
this morning. Watch.

I think that
might be Mark.

Have HRT meet us there.

I'm on it.

[engine revving]

[tires screech]

[agents speak indistinctly]

Damn!

What's that?

Silent alarm!

No! No, no!

We got to get you
out of here!

How'd that happen?

Sewer pipe.
Lets out a block away.

Wait, wait, wait.
What about you?

Don't worry about me.

[hatch clangs, sound echoes]

[shutter clanging and rolling]

[smoke whooshing]

Go!
[smoke whooshing]

Move in!

Move!

Hold up, hold up.

[gunfire]

[muffled gunfire]

Uhh!

[shooting resumes the stops]

[chain rattling]

[gunshot]

You all right?

Better than him.
Thanks.

Shooter's down!

[agents speak indistinctly in distance]

This yours?

Try holding on
to it next time.

[Max] Ryan, get in here!

It's Anna.

Let's move!

[keys jingle]

Anna baby,
you down here? You...

[gasping]

I'll do whatever you want.

Just don't hurt my wife.

Sorry. We don't
make deals.

Unh!

[screaming]

No! No!

Sorry.
Wish I could stay.

Suffocation's
such a turn-on.

[gasping]

[muffled screams]

[door bangs open]

Anna!

Oh, no.

Anna!

[Max] Oh, my God.

[plastic bag ripping]

I need emergency
medical to 529 Cloverdale Drive,

possible suffocation victim.

Get her down. Ohh.

[grunting]

Come on, Anna.

Come on!

Come on.

[gasps]

[coughing]

Ok. All right.

Take a deep breath.
You ok?

Ok. We got you.
We got you.

[gasping] They... They
took Jeff.

They took Jeff!

[cell phone rings]

It's Mark.

[Mark] Th... They got Spider.

What?

Yeah. The FBI raided
the garage.

I barely got away.

What? What happened?

How did they
find you?

How should I know,
but y... you said had a plan "B", right?

No. That's not
a good idea.

You said
he could do it.

He could definitely
do it.

He... He just scares
the hell out of me.

We don't have a choice.

[panting]

What's going on?

We have to call Neil.

[spoon clinks]

One more.

Do I know you?

I'm your son Neil.

No.

My son is
much younger.

[spoon clinking]
[cell phone vibrating]

I have to go out
for a little while.

Can you take over?

Of course. I'll get him all cleaned up
and ready for bed.

Thank you. Louise is gonna look
after you for a little while

until I get back,
ok, dad?

[sighs deeply]

Luke.

[breathing heavily]

[as Luke] Hey. You did great
back there.

[as Mark] I wanted it all
to be perfect,

and now... now it's
all messed up.

No. It's not, it's not.

You were smart.
You had a backup plan.

The question is
are you ready

for what has to
be done next?

You sure you
can't help?

I'm sorry, little bro.

You're gonna have to do
this one alone.

Just be strong.

Ok.

They dumped
his cell phone a block away.

We're pulling
traffic cam footage,

see if we can identify
what they're driving.

Well, it's got to be
the couple from the hotel.

They must have been
taking him to that garage

to be tortured,
which means they're

looking for
a backup location now.

So we've got
a small window to find them

before they go
underground.

We have
an incoming Skype call.

It's Mark Gray.

Trace it.
[clanking on keyboard]

Put it up on the screen.
[clanking on keyboard]

[monitor beeps]

The gang's all here
except Clarke.

I've got him.

What do you want?

I thought I made
that very cleary.

Tell the truth,
but you haven't,

so here's the deal.

Go on television
by 8:00 tonight,

tell the world
how you executed my mother,

or Clarke dies.

[clanking fast]

Any shot at a trace?

- The code's encrypted.
- We can break the firewall.

It's just gonna
take time.

Time we don't have.

[Mike] Hey. Send me
that Skype image of Mark,

see if it gets us
anything.

[Gina] We have less than
5 hours to find Agent Clarke.

I need us to go back
through everything that we have,

the tableau murders,

the couple who took him,
Andrew Sharp.

We need to go
through everything.

We need to figure out
where they're holding him.

What truth was he
talking about?

His version of what
happened to his mother and brother.

He's delusional.
He can't cope

with the fact
that his own killing spree

led to the death
of his family.

Can't believe anything
that psycho says anyway.

[Max] Mendez knows.

She doesn't know
anything.

She can't.

Then let me put it
a different way, guys.

We know.

What's that
supposed to mean?

How long can we
outrun the fact

that we lied
about lily's shooting?

Mark Gray is
in no position

to judge us.

Of course he's not,
but don't we

have to consider
at least for a second

whether coming clean
is gonna help Clarke.

No matter what we do,

there is no way
that mark lets him live.

The only way
to save Jeff is to find them.

[sizzling]

Where's Anna?
Where's my wife?

Facing death,
and all you're worried about is your girl.

I like that.

Tell me she's ok.

She's good.

I can tell you guys
have something special

like me and Daisy.

[blowtorch sizzling]

You ever cheat
on Anna?

What?

A lot of guys do.

I never would.
I mean...

I... I get
tempted because

who doesn't, right,

but I could
never hurt Daisy like that,

and I sure as hell
couldn't keep it from her.

That girl can see
right through me.

[Daisy] What are you two
gabbing about?

How much
we love our wives.

[chair clatters]

[sizzling continues]

[Max] I've got something!

I was digging deeper
into Andrew Sharp's past,

looking for a connection
to Mark,

and what I found

was a connection
to Joe Carroll.

What connection?

When Andrew was
a teenager,

he went to a school
down the road

from Lightford Academy.

Joe's
boarding school.

Exactly. The two schools
have shared instructor.

Records show Andrew
and Joe had

at least one class
together.

But if Andrew's one
of Joe's followers,

why would he be
working with Mark?

Mark hates Joe,

blames him for what
happened to his family

almost as much
as he blames us.

He wouldn't have
anything to do

with one
of Joe's followers.

Well, we have to
make sense of all this.

Ryan,

you have to go
see Joe.

No. I'm done
with him.

- Ryan.
- No.

If he can give us a lead
on to who Mark is working with...

We don't know
that he can.

Yeah. Well, we don't
know that he can't.

So let's find out.

Clarke's life is
on the line.

[helicopter blades flapping]

Where's the damn doctor?

All right. You
really got to try and relax

because it's only
gonna put extra stress on your heart.

Believe me.
I know about this.

I'm worried
about Anna.

I left her a message.

I'm sure she's
on her way.

You know, I made her
so many promises.

We're supposed to go
to Barcelona, right,

go learn
how to tango.

Tango?

Yeah. Shut up. It's...

[coughing]

I keep telling her
I'll do anything for her, Ryan,

but the job keeps
getting in the way.

I'm sure she understands.
Job's important.

Yeah. Well, right now,
nothing's more important to me than her.

[coughing continues]

Just take it easy,
take it easy.

Hello. Uh, nurse,
please.

Can we get a little
help in here, huh?

[buzzer]

[buzzer]

[buzzer]

[door shuts]

Dr. Strauss.

Agent Hardy.

I wasn't expecting
to see you until my trial.

Come to wish
me luck?

I'm here
about Andrew Sharp.

Who?

[folder thuds]

I made some calls.

Andrew was in a class
with Joe Carroll

that you taught
at Lightford Academy.

That was
30 years ago.

He's prone to tears.

I vaguely
remember him.

An emotional child.

Except it was
all an act, and you knew it.

My guess is that you
taught Andrew

just like
you taught Joe...

how to hide
his psychopathy,

camouflage it
so he could fit in.

Andrew's not one
of Joe's followers, is he?

He's one of yours.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Huh.

Andrew has made himself
some very dangerous friends

over the years.

Well, they could be
just about anybody.

If you can tell me
how to find them,

the prosecutor is
prepared to amend

your attempted
murder charges,

and who knows?

You could walk
out of prison on your own two feet

instead
of in a body bag.

Hmm.

First, you need
to convict me, Agent Hardy,

and I like my chances
at trial just fine.

- That's funny.
- Pardon?

Well, you didn't even
ask me what Andrew did.

You're not curious?

Not my concern.

I will offer
you this.

From what I remember
of him,

Andrew would need
a very powerful motivating factor

to do anything that
would have drawn

the attention
of the FBI.

Devotion?

I was thinking...

fear.

How's Joe?

I wouldn't know.

Oh. You two
broke up?

You miss him?

[door shut]

[power tool whirring]

How much longer?

How much longer?

I don't like
to be rushed.

No, no, no.
Take your time, brother.

Not like we're
on the clock or anything.

[adhesive stretching]

Kyle!

[gasping]
[cell phone beeps]

[tapping buttons]

7... 7... 5.

[low hum of chat]

So. Did you get anything
from Strauss we can run on?

He confirmed his connection
to Andrew, nothing else. [phone rings]

Hang on. Hello?

Ryan, it's me.

Jeff.

Put a trace on this.

Where are you?

I don't know.

Anna... Is she...

Anna's good.
She's fine.

She's worried
about you.

Now take a look around
and tell me

what you see.

I'm in a warehouse,
I think,

or, I don't know,
a factory,

something
that's abandoned.

Ok. How did you
get there?

They tied me up,
they threw me in a van.

There were no windows.
I couldn't get...

[footsteps]

[Ryan] And how long
were you driving?

Jeff?

Hello, hello?
Clarke, you there?

Hello?

[clanking fast on keyboard]

Did you find him?

Working on triangulating
the nearest cell tower.

Looks like the call
emanated from Pennsylvania,

reading area.

I'm going.

I'll get you backup.

[clang]

[clang]

[helicopter blades flapping]

Agent Hardy.

We have vehicles
on site for your team.

We'll assist your search
any way we can.

That cell tower covers
15 square miles.

Target needs privacy...

Abandoned factory,
warehouse.

We got a lot of that
around there,

but we'll pull
together a list.

[groan]

Hey there, buddy.
Wakey wakey.

What you want
first...

the good news
or the bad news?

I don't care
about either one.

Come on.
Don't be so negative.

Ok. Bad news first.

Looks like your
friends did not come through for you.

What are you
talking about?

Their deadline
to confess the truth.

I don't think they're
gonna make it.

I don't think it's
anything personal.

The good news...

you could save
yourself, Romeo.

I don't have
anything to confess.

Please... Please
reconsider that.

I was a bit rushed,
but I'm satisfied.

The dimensions have
been carefully calculated

to be exactly
the right size.

For what?

To put you in.

What?

Yeah. That was
my reaction, too?

Wait.

What the hell
is that?

This is
a pithing needle,

used on cattle.

I'll insert it
in the base of the skull.

You'll be paralyzed
but fully conscious.

Then I'll dislocate
your joints

one at a time.

That will allow me
to fold your body

limb by limb
on top of itself.

You'll be aware
every moment.

Hopefully, you'll
appreciate the artistry

in what you're
experiencing.

[gags]

[siren]

Hey! Tom just
called in.

He didn't find anything
at his location.

Ehh. Damn it!

Ryan, it's almost 8:00.

I know, I know.

If we give Mark
what he wants,

it could buy us
more time.

[cell phone ringing]

Mike.

Hey. Found something.

Abandoned industrial park
off Route 7.

Lots of places to hide.

Local PD said they saw
cars pulling in today.

Abandoned industrial
park, Route 7.

Here. Two minutes.

All right. Two minutes.
We're on our way.

[tires squealing]

[police radio chatter]

[Ryan] All right!
Split up! Two-man teams!

Stay focused, people.

[cell phone ringing]
[speaking all at once]

Gina. We're close.

[Gina] Ryan, a video
just came through.

You need to see it.

It's... It's streaming
on the internet.

I'm sending it
to you now.

My name is Jeffrey Clarke.

I'm a special agent
with the New York Office

of the FBI.

I have a confession to make.

I sanctioned
an FBI black Ops Unit

led by Agent Ryan Hardy.

Laws were broken,

and people were killed.

Lily Gray was executed
in cold blood.

I am confessing
to these crimes,

and I seek absolution
that I know

I don't deserve.

[Kyle] Thank you,
Agent Clarke,

for doing what
your friends were

too cowardly to do.

Come on. We're
out of time.

[door bangs open]

They shot
the video here.

He's got to be close.

Did he suffer much?

Medically speaking,
it's impossible to know.

You didn't answer
the question.

He was no doubt
in shock.

Hopefully consciousness
or any pain was

mercifully brief.

[man speaking in distance]

[police radio beeping]

[siren wailing in distance]

[glass shattering]

You try and sleep
now, ok?

Thanks, Neil.

[gasps]

[light switch clicks]

People were killed.

Lily Gray was executed
in cold blood.

I am confessing
to these crimes,

and I seek absolution
that I know

I don't deserve.

Pretty good, huh?

Yeah, fine.
I should have been there.

And there's nothing
we would have wanted more, sweetie.

It just didn't
work out that way.

I wanted to look
in his lying face,

but somehow, the FBI
got on to Spider's place.

How'd that happen?

You're lucky
you're not dead like Spider.

What did you say?

I'm hearing a lot
of whining and crying

when what I should be
hearing is "thank you."

Shut up, Kyle.

That's how you
talk to me?

Take it easy, man.
I didn't mean anything by it.

[as Luke] Don't you ever speak
to my brother like that.

No. No, no, Mark.
Don't kill him, please.

You need us.

[grunting]

[coughing]

Ok, ok.

[shower running]

I'll be dead by the time
the damn doctor gets here.

Ornery. I like that.
More of that.

Hi. Sorry for the wait.

We're really
backed up today.

No problem.
He's only dying.

[Clarke] I thought
you said I was fine.

Let me be the judge
of that.

Well, good news.
You're alive.

Your heart rate's
a little high but steady.

We like that.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

I'm gonna run
an EKG,

but I think you're
gonna be ok.

Thanks, doc.

My pleasure.

[music playing]

[Ryan sobbing]

[sobbing continues]

Sync and corrected by
Gianluca Belfiglio