The Following (2013–2015): Season 3, Episode 4 - Home - full transcript

Mark is behind this.

Catching him
is my job.

You mean
killing him.

If that's what
it takes.

- I'll call you when I land.
- Don't.

Losing you would
destroy me.

- Move in with me.
- Count me in,

but I need you to
promise me something.

No secrets.

[Max] You missed Clarke's
ceremony to hunt Mark?

That's what you
really think of me?



Clarke died because
what I did.

Come here.

[Mark] What are you
doing with this?

What are you
really up to?

It was supposed to
be a surprise.

We got you
Max Hardy's address

so you can kill her.

[Daisy] He will gut us
in our sleep

if he even suspects
that we have our own agenda.

Call Juliana.

We need to get
out of town.

Too bad.
We're on a schedule.

[Tom] I have come
to take my lady to dinner.

Sounds good.



All right.
Let's get this done.

[beeping]

[girl] Ha ha!
That was fun.

Yeah. Who knew
Tate's band would be so good?

Thanks for walking
me home.

Is your roommate
still out of town?

Oh, nice try.

I have a test
in the morning.

[Daisy] Aw. They're
such a cute couple.

Totally.

[girl chuckles]

Breaks my heart
that it has to end in tragedy.

[traffic noise in distance]

[Kyle] Hey.

Reggie, right?

Yeah.

Marisol talks
about you all the time.

You've been
together a while.

Since freshman year.

Kyle and I met
in high school.

It was love
at first sight.

Let me guess.
You were a cheerleader,

and he was
the star quarterback.

Ha!

Ha ha! I used to
get high

behind metal shop
every day,

and Daisy
honey trapped her teachers

into giving
her as. Ha ha ha!

How you guys
know Marisol?

Oh, we don't.

What?

Look. You seem cool,
and if it was up to us,

we'd make it painless,

but this has to look
like an accident.

[tires squeal]

[thud]

[woman screams]

[man] Whoa!

The Following S03E04
"Home"

Sync and corrected by
Gianluca Belfiglio

[lock clicks]
[door opens]

We could have hired
movers, you know?

Oh, please. I sent
most of my stuff to storage.

You could be lugging
a sofa right now.

Raw crunchy kale.

[sighs]

Sorry. I really
wasn't thinking

when I was packing.

I'll get rid
of them.

No. It's ok.
Forget it, forget it.

I haven't had a drink
in almost two years.

Believe me, having
a couple of bottles in the apartment

isn't gonna make me
fall off the wagon.

- You sure?
- I'm positive.

This is your home now.

I want you to be
happy here.

Good.
[smooches]

Because I want to
redo the bedroom.

[laughs]

Oh, boy.

[bottles clinking]

[inhaling sharply]

Hey.

Hmmmm.

- Morning.
- Hi.

You looked so
peaceful,

I didn't want
to wake you.

Are you leaving?

Yeah. I got to go
home and change.

I made you coffee.

Thank you.

Well, I'll see you
in the office.

Ok.

Heh.

[door opens]

[lock clicks]

Ohh! Come on!

[rips paper]

[siren wailing in distance]

[paper rustling]

[Kyle grunts]

Max seems troubled.

Just wait
till tonight.

She's gonna be
devastated.

Ooh. Oh. Hello.

I know.
So pretty.

You think her body's
better than mine?

No way.

[smooches]

[Daisy laughs]

- Hey.
- Hey.

Hey. Just checking in.

Uh, big night tonight.

Yep.

And I still don't
get why you need to tag along.

See, we've been
doing just fine,

and now suddenly, we
need a babysitter.

Well, just don't think
of it like that.

It's a 3-man job,
all that killing,

and we're
a team, right?

[Daisy] Yeah. Of course.

Yeah.

Ok. I'm gonna go make
the cookies.

Ok. I'll be down
in a minute to help.

[footsteps deeparting]

He's on to us.

Maybe...

But after tomorrow...

it won't matter.

[knock on door]

Hey. You wanted
to see me?

Yeah. Have a seat.

So we hadn't really
had a chance to talk

since you've been
back with Mark surfacing

and Clarke's
murder,

and I just wanted
to see how you were holding up.

Good.

Yeah. Well, I've
been going over

your evaluations
from overseas,

and they paint
a different picture.

Reckless, borderline
insubordinate...

I was hunting
a maniac.

I didn't exactly have
time to ask for permission.

Mike, we are under
a microscope here,

and I cannot afford
to having you crossing the line.

I won't.

I'm not denying that
I have a personal stake

in bringing Mark in,

but I will not let it
interfere with the job.

Promise.

[knock on door]

We might have a break.

Tip line call came in
on the sketches.

An Ohio couple...
Kyle and Daisy Locke.

The burner phone
that Clarke used

was purchased
in Ohio.

Right. At a store
about an hour from their house.

DHS has them flying
into JFK 3 weeks ago

before dropping
off the grid.

Take the jet.

If these are
Mark's followers,

then they might
have left a clue

as to where
they're hiding.

Mike.

I need you here.
Take Max.

[doorbell rings]

[Ryan] FBI!
We have a warrant

to search
the premises.

[turning doorknob]

Hey.

Can I kick it?

I never get to
kick it.

Knock yourself out.

[door cracks and thuds]

This place is
too perfect.

It's like a show house.

If Kyle and Daisy
are Mark's followers,

they'd be living
a double life,

one that appears
shiny and clean on the surface.

They wouldn't keep
any evidence

of their psychopathy
inside the house.

But they would
want it close.

[crow cawing]

[footsteps rustling]

[thud]

[thump thump]

[foliage rustling]

[Max] There's blood
on all this stuff.

Souvenirs.

[leaves rustling]

FBI!

Show me your hands!

- Don't shoot!
- Who are you?

Emily... Hays.

I've been dog sitting
for Daisy and Kyle

while they're away.

Are they in trouble?

Almost done, babe.

We just need to make
sure Mark doesn't screw us up tonight.

He won't.

I think I can control him
a little bit longer.

[car door clicks]

[cell phone ringing]

It's Emily.

Hey.

[Daisy] Is everything ok?

Rachel got hit
by a car.

What?! How?

I'm sorry. She ran
out into the street.

Oh, my God!
Is she dead?

No, but she's hurt
pretty bad.

Um, she broke her
leg or something.

Or something?

Like, where
is she now?

I took her
to the vet.

I think she's
in surgery now.

Wait. Wait.
You think?

Is she or isn't she?

You didn't leave
her there, did you?

No, no. Uh, no.
I mean, yes.

I, uh...

Something's not right.

Emily,
where are you?

At the house.

Are you alone?

Yes.

Don't lie to me.

Is the FBI there?

Put them
on the phone.

Kyle, Ryan Hardy.

Love your house, man.

Too bad you're never
gonna see it again.

What's
the expression?

Home is where
the heart is?

Well, I got mine
right here in front of me.

Oh, my God.
How are we gonna...

[Ryan] Oh, that's sweet,
but you do know

that a federal detention
center is not co-ed,

and that's probably
the best case scenario for the two of you,

but honestly, I think
this path you're on

is leading
to a cemetery.

You threatening us?

No. Trying to help you
do right by your wife.

The only way you can
protect her now is to turn yourselves in.

Yeah? Well, that's
not happening,

and while you're
standing in my living room

pretending
to give a crap about my wife,

we're gearing up
to hit you where you live,

you and that hot
niece of yours.

So you have yourself
a nice flight home.

[Ryan] Kyle.
[cell phone crashes]

- [Daisy] Kyle!
- [Ryan] Kyle?

What are we gonna do?
Where are we gonna go?

To start
a new life, ok?

We're gonna be
whoever we want to be.

Right now, we have
no choice.

We have to
finish this.

[breathing heavily]

Can you do that
for me?

Yeah. For us.
For us.

Get agents on Gwen
and my sister in Florida.

Have the jet
standing ready. We're on our way!

[engine starts]

[buzzer]

[rain pattern]

- Hey.
- Hey.

You're back.

Yeah, and I brought you
some cookies.

Well, the rest
of the guys are upstairs. Um...

Good because I just
really came to see you.

[door closes]

[knife clicks]

So tell me the truth.

Girls throw themselves
at firemen, don't they?

Shamelessly,
but, uh, none are as pretty as you.

Got her eye
on this fancy new crib.

Thing's like
the Taj Mahal.

Told her what's
wrong with the crib we got?

It worked fine
for the first 3.

You know what
she said?

You're never
gonna believe this.

She looks me
right in the eye,

and she says...

What? Don't leave
me hanging?

Vince?

Aah!

Unh!

What the hell
was that?

Unh!

Ugh! Unh!

You all right?

Thanks.

Ok.

Mark, time to bail.

Go home without me.

I'll meet you back
at the house.

[door opens and shuts]

[alarm ringing]

[dispatcher on P.A.] Engine company 3-6-0,
respond

to 1076 at 101 Battery Place.

Engine company 3-6-0,
respond

to 1076 at 101 Battery Place.

Engine company 3-6-0,
respond

to 1076 at 101 Battery Place.

[man] We got a question
for you, sir, as to

what's going on
in there.

Hey, hey.
Right over here.

[clamoring]

[cameras clicking]

[man on radio] Stand by, please.

How many dead?

4 crew members.

You ok?

I spent
my childhood here.

Dad let me come
here after school every day.

I haven't been back
since he died.

Come on.
I'm taking you home.

[indistinct chat in distance]

[rain pattern]

Firefighters are
the heart of New York.

This wasn't just a strike
against Ryan and Max.

This is gonna hit
the whole city.

And they're gonna
want to know why.

[woman on radio] Police responded

when the Station House
failed to answer

its dispatch call.

An FBI spokesman declined
further comment,

but an off-the-record source
said the scene inside

was a bloodbath.

Seems like
the firehouse went well,

so why am I
sitting here?

Are you kidding me?
Our lives just blew up.

They know
who we are.

Take a deep breath, Daisy.

You take
a deep breath, bitch!

Look. I understand
you're upset,

but I promise that you will be
taken care of

as long as you
hold up your end of the deal.

The deal just changed.

We need money, passports,

tickets out
of the country,

or he can get
somebody else to do his dirty work.

Everything
will be provided

the second
we're finished,

but remember,
it has to look like a suicide.

[car doors close]

[keys jingle]

[grunts]

[Gwen] Hey.

Are you ok?

I'm fine.

Listen, uh, I hope
my guys didn't scare you

at the hospital.

I just wanted to
make sure you were safe.

It's ok.
Gina called me.

She told me
about the threats.

First Jeff Clarke
and now your brother's firehouse.

I know. I'm worried
about Max.

I'm worried
about you.

[sighs] I know, but, uh,
can't let it get to me.

Gina's worried you're
not telling the truth

about what happened.

She said that?

No. She didn't
have to.

Is there something
you want to ask me, doc?

No, but there's
something I want you to know.

You can tell me
anything.

I can handle it.

I know,
and if there was

something
to tell you, I would,

but there's not, ok?

[knock on door]

[sniffles]

Hey. Thanks
for coming.

Yeah, of course.

Ahem.

You want a drink?

Yeah, sure.

I was kind of
surprised you called me.

Tom wouldn't understand
what this feels like.

You're angry.

So angry.

It scares me.

[Mike] I wish
I could tell you it gets easier.

[items clattering]

It's all here.

Shh. This is
getting good.

[Mike] Trust me,
it doesn't help.

[bottle thuds] The feelings will still be there when you wake up.

I was too quick
to judge you.

It's ok.

No, it's not.

Mike...

I still think
what you did was wrong,

but I should have
been there.

I should have been
there to...

help you through it.

I miss you.

Ahh!

[exhales]

[reporter] Well, all of New York is
reeling this morning.

4 firefighters
from Engine Company 360

were slain last night.

The FBI has stated that
alleged serial killer Mark Gray

and an Ohio couple
Daisy and Kyle Locke

are being sought
in connection to the crime.

The motive is not clear,
but "heroes die while you lie"

was scrawled
on the firehouse wall in blood,

an apparent attack
on the credibility of the FBI

and Special Agent Ryan Hardy.
[door opens, closes]

Oh, hey.
You're up early.

It's finally working.

They're starting to
question Ryan Hardy.

Where you going?

We're just gonna
get some air.

No! That's... That's
a bad idea, guys.

We're the lead story
on every newscast.

Oh. We'll be fine.

Nobody's looking
for a redhead and a Boston fan.

I'm serious.

I... I... I don't think
you should go out.

Calm down, bro.

You worry too much.

We'll be back in
a few, sweetie, ok?

I promise.
Can we get you anything?

No, thanks.

See you.

[thinking, as Luke] They're
playing you.

I know you want a family,
but they're not it.

The whispers, the lies,
the excuses.

Find out what they're
up to before it's too late.

[drawers open and close]

I'm searching
traffic cameras in the area

around the call.

[ringing in background]

Ryan.

The press is going crazy
about the firehouse.

They made the connection
between you and your brother.

They're blaming you
for the attack.

The mayor wants
an investigation,

Director Franklin's
asking questions...

Nothing I can do
about that.

What I can do is
make sure we have

every available
resource working on a location.

Trust me.

We find these guys,
the questions stop.

I might have
something.

Traffic camera
captured a couple

exiting a brownstone
on Wellington.

That's them.

535 Wellington
in Clinton Hill.

[Mendez] All right. Great.
Everybody listen up.

Mobilize HRT
and ESU

to 535 Wellington.

[drawers open and close]

[clicks on keyboard]

Mmm. Good morning.

Hey.

You ok?

Um, y... Not... No.
Not really.

Um, this is just...
I don't do this.

This isn't me.

You called me
for a reason.

Apparently
the wrong reason.

[sighs]

[Mike] Are we really
gonna discuss this before breakfast?

Because
I'm starving.

- [Max] Breakfast?
- [Mike] Yeah.

Breakfast is definitely
not happening.

Ok. Coffee. You can't
kick me out without coffee.

That would
just be r... rude.

Ok.

[sighs]

Tom deserves better than this.
[zipping sound]

Maybe Tom deserves
the truth.

The truth.

The truth is
in a moment of weakness

I slept with you,
and I really shouldn't have.

This wasn't
a mistake.

This, you and me,
is real.

You know it.
I know it.

[cell phone ringing]

Oh, God.

- Hey.
- Morning.

Tom. Ahem.

Can I call you
right back?

We found Mark's
safe house.

You're kidding. How?

[Marks's phone beeps]
[Tom] Does it matter?

Gear up.
We're rolling there now.

They found Mark.

535 Wellington Ave.
In Clinton Hill.

No. No.

[Max] Let's go.

No!

[sirens]

[tires screech]

[sirens stop]
[vehicles doors open]

[man] Let's go.

Move, move!

Go, go!

Break it, break it!

Move in!

Go!

Take him upstairs.

[man] Call it out.
What do you got?

[man] Clear!

All units, stay.

Come on. Let's go.

Clear!

Clear!

[Max sighs on computer]

[kissing]

[kissing continues]

[man] Clear!

Clear!

Clear!

[crying]

[Daisy] Doesn't it
just break your heart?

Everything is so heightened
when you're that young.

They're not
that young.

We were married
at that age.

[children playing]

With a baby
on the way.

Do you ever wonder
where you'd be

if... if we hadn't met?

Nope, but I know
you'd be fat

with 4 kids, living
in a trailer park.

Ha ha ha!

Yeah, you're
probably right.

Heh heh.

You showed me things
about myself

that I would never
have known.

You ever regret it,

wish you'd had
a normal life?

Without you?
Never.

Normal's boring.

We're gonna be ok,
Daisy.

I know.

[cell phone vibrating]

It's Mark.
It's the third time he's called.

We're busy.

[Mark] Come on.
Come on. Pick up. Pick up!

[Daisy on phone] Hi.
You've reached Daisy.

Damn it!

[as Luke] Told you, bro.

Those two have
their own agenda.

[as Mark] No.
They've been helping me.

[as Luke] They set up cameras
in Max's apartment.

Did they tell you
about that?

[as Mark] No.

[as Luke] What?
What? You think

this is a coincidence

that they clear out
this morning

first thing,
crack of dawn,

you're left behind?

It's obvious.
They tipped off the FBI,

probably ratting you
out right now

just to save
their own asses.

[as Mark] You shut up!

[car horn honks]

[thinking, as Luke] All right.

You got to stop
worrying about them,

start taking care
of yourself.

That's disturbing.

Mark can't accept
that his other half,

his stronger half,
is gone,

and he's
dissembling,

which makes him
even more dangerous.

Found two bodies
in the basement,

a local reporter
and his producer.

They went missing
yesterday.

Oh. That's not gonna
solve our media problems.

[Mike] Mark?

[Ryan] He was here.
We're not far behind.

All right. I want you
to search this place

from rooftop to cellar.

Pull the deeds
and the rental records,

anything that
can give us a lead

as to their whereabouts.

You ok?

Yeah.

Tried to call you
last night.

Uh, I'm... I took
a sleeping pill.

Well, if anyone
deserves a good night's rest.

Heh.

Well, better
get to it.

[beep, door unlocks]

[beep, door unlocks]

These, uh, look
like instructions

for the firehouse
attack,

schedules for
the men, blueprints.

Where'd you find this?

It was on the bed
with the rest of the stuff. Why?

It's from a go box.

They must have taken
that from the firehouse.

Go box?

Firehouses keep them
for all the major

structures
in their district.

It contains everything
a first responder needs

for an emergency incursion...

Key codes, pass keys, maps.

"Tow C."?

Townsend College.

Hey. "9:30 am,
Wells Hall.

11 am, Cochran,
2:30 Powell"?

It's a class schedule.

Doesn't match
with any of the murders.

That's because they
haven't hit it yet.

It's their
next target.

[sniffles]

[door opens]

- Hi.
- How did you, uh...

Who are you?

Friends of Reggie's.

We were with him
when he died.

[Max] There are 4 students

with the exact
same schedules

but only one
with the initials M.M.

Marisol Masters,
sophomore English major.

Her boyfriend was hit
and killed by a truck yesterday.

That can't be
a coincidence.

Alert campus police.
Get a phone number

and an address
from the registrar.

[Daisy] Ok. How is this?

"Reggie was my one true love,
my soul mate.

Without him,
my life has no meaning."

Pure poetry, babe.

[whimpering]

I know how you feel.

I mean, life
without my man

just wouldn't be
worth living.

[sighs]

Marisol's not
answering her phone.

A classmate told
campus police that she skipped class

to go to her
boyfriend's memorial,

then headed back
to the dorm.

I've got the address.

Why the hell are
they targeting this girl?

There.
A very honest

- [Marisol whimpering and sobbing]
- and emotional expression of grief.

I'm sure your family
and friends

will understand
your decision to end the pain.

Ok. Now pick
a color.

Oh, come on.
Don't be a spoil sport.

[screaming]

Ok. Seems
a little overwhelmed.

I'll pick. Um...

Pink.

P-i-n-k.

Um...

3.

Ok. I really hope
it's hanging.

Jump off the roof.

Ok. That's good, too.

No, no!

[tires squeal]

[radio chatter]

Ok, Max.
You're with HRT.

Mike and I will
take the front.

Mike.

Stairway.

Take the other side.

We'll flank them.

[radio beeps]
Hey. Cover the stairwells.

We're headed up.

[door bamming]

[envelope rustling]

Unh!

[fight gasps]

Agh! Ohh! Ohh!

[breaths heavily]

Help! Help!

Help!

[Marisol whimpering]

FBI! Let her go!

It's over, Kyle!

Be smart!

[door opens]

[Mike] Help!
Somebody!

Somebody, help me!

Unh. Help!

Help!

Help! Help me!

Help!

[Max] Here!
We got you!

Ugh.

Don't do it!

Don't do it, Kyle!

[squish]
Unh!

[gunshots]
Ugh!

[coughing]

I need EMTs up
on the roof now.

Kyle went down
a trash chute

on the south side
of the building.

Get guys down there now!

Ok. Hang in there.

You're gonna be ok.

[sobbing]

[Daisy] Oh, baby.
Kyle.

I can't believe
that bitch shot me.

Oh, my god, Kyle.
What should I do?

There's
so much blood.

What should I do?

Hey, hey.

I'm gonna be fine.

- Unh!
- Oh, God. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I have to put
pressure on it, ok?

[sighs] Kyle? No.

Kyle, no!

Kyle, Kyle! No!

Oh, my God.
Stay with me.

Kyle. Ok.
I'm gonna get help.

Please pick up.
Please.

Please.

It's Juliana. Leave a message,
and i'll call you back.

Damn it! Kyle!

Oh, God.

Ok.

[cell phone ringing]

I've been calling
you all day.

Where the hell
are you?

I tried to go home,
but there's cops

all over the brownstone.

Yeah. I kind of
noticed.

You sold me out,
didn't you?

Have you completely
lost your mind?

What kind of a deal
is the FBI gonna make

with someone who put
an agent in a box?

Then how did they find out
about the apartment?

I don't know, Mark, ok,

but Kyle's been shot,

and I need to get him
somewhere safe

where I can take
care of him.

[thinking, as Luke] Don't do it.

[Daisy] Please.
You saved my life.

Why would I turn
on you?

Please. Kyle's bleeding.

Mark, I can't lose him.

Please help me, please.

[thinking, as Luke] Don't do it.

Please. Please.
I need your help.

Yeah. Ok, ok, ok.

I'll text you
an address.

Oh, God. Thank you.

Campus is on lockdown.

No signs of Daisy
or Kyle.

Marisol gonna
make it?

They think so.

I don't get it. What does
a college sophomore have

to do with any
of this?

Well, they hit
the firehouse,

tried to make us think
it was an emotional attack on us,

but really, it was
just a way to get to her.

She's got to be
important to them.

30 minutes ago,
Marisol posted a suicide note

to her
Facebook page.

Couldn't live with the loss
of her boyfriend.

They were gonna force
her off the roof,

make it look like
a suicide.

None of this fits
their M.O.

I mean, first they
kill her boyfriend,

make it look
like an accident.

Then they try to
stage her suicide,

but where's
the statement in that?

What do they
have to gain?

Wait a minute.
I know this woman.

This is Judge Wallace.

Well, who's she
to Marisol?

Her mother.

And the presiding judge

in the Arthur Strauss
murder trial,

which starts tomorrow.

[beep]

[Mike] Ok. What does
Mark have to do with that?

[Ryan] Nothing

or everything.

What if
the tableau murders,

Clarke's confession,
the firehouse,

what if it wasn't just
about Mark's revenge?

They've been calling
us liars.

Discrediting
the integrity of the FBI.

So that no judge
or jury would believe us.

[Max] Think this attack
on Marisol

is an attempt
to coerce her mother?

[Mike] Or seat
a more favorable judge

while the grieving
Judge Wallace takes leave.

This is about the trial.

This is about Strauss.

We've had a setback.

Sync and corrected by
Gianluca Belfiglio