The Following (2013–2015): Season 3, Episode 8 - Flesh & Blood - full transcript

Creating those false
I.D.s for Strauss

left me exposed.

It's just a matter
of time

before the FBI discovers my
passport connection.

A father is supposed to sacrifice
for his children.

This guy worries
me, Scott.

Joe was smart,
but he was driven by ego.

He made mistakes.

This guy, I feel like
we're always two steps behind him.

Tell me something,
Ryan.

Your dreams...



Am I in them?

[vomits]

[Ryan] Joe told me that
Strauss kept his acolytes

dependent only on him.

I'm not sure what's
more troubling,

that you're talking to Joe Carroll
or that you're quoting him.

It turns out that
a Manitech employee

infiltrated
the FBI server

two days before
Strauss' trial.

He was here,
but he got away.

Is this the guy
you arrested?

No. That's Tucker.
He runs this place.

My gut is telling me that
Tucker Moore has been framed.

The FBI operates
on evidence.



Get on board
with finding Tucker,

or I'll put someone
in charge who will.

Sam?

Don't hurt me.

I'm sorry.

That's kind of
the whole plan.

I'm sorry, babe.
My meeting ran late.

Again? That's
the second time this week.

I know, I know.
Are the kiddos already asleep?

Yeah. Just tucked them
in about an hour ago.

You on your way
home?

Right after I pick up
these desserts

for the school
fundraiser.

I can do that
in the morning.

No, no, no.
You've got hot yoga.

Besides, I'm already
staring at rows

of overpriced cupcakes
in this bakery.

Oh, shoot. I don't see
any gluten free.

I'm gonna have to swing
by the store over in Clifton.

What did I do
to deserve you?

Lots of hot yoga.

Don't wait up.

[phone beeps]

[sighs]

[shopping cart rattling]

Sorry for the delay.

That was the missus.

You know what
they say.

Happy wife,
happy life.

Ahh.

I love this part.

[whirring]

[grinding, bones cracking]

The Following S03E08
"Flesh & Blood"

Sync and corrected by
Gianluca Belfiglio

[Nick] Tucker Moore has been
on the run for two days.

He's wanted
for multiple murders,

including two U.S. Marshals.

Last night,
his credit card was used

at a gas station
in Rochester

and this morning
in Buffalo.

Could be headed
to Canada.

Let's grab him
before he gets to the border.

You're wasting time
and resources

hunting the wrong guy.

[ringing from other end]

May Agent Hardy and I
have the room, please?

[low hummer of chat]

I thought I made it clear.

Either get on board
with finding Moore, or get out.

He's being framed.

The guy we're
looking for is meticulous,

he's thorough.

He would never leave
such a clumsy trail.

You are chasing
a ghost,

and innocent people
are going to die

because of it.

Wow.

Is that how you
browbeat Mendez?

No wonder she's taking
an early retirement.

Gina's retiring.

She's packing her office
as we speak.

I assumed you knew.

Gina.

I'm sorry.
This all my fault.

It's ok. It's probably
time I left.

This job is
in your DNA.

Retiring... That's
just a knee-jerk reaction

to losing
your promotion.

Come on.

Do you know why
I joined the FBI?

Same reason as you.

To get chicks?

To save lives.

In the past few years,
I feel like I've lost

more than I've saved.

But you're forgetting
the girl

who's never gonna be
a victim of Joe Carroll

or the boy that's not gonna be
corrupted by Strauss,

all those people
who are safe

because you and I
did our jobs.

Takes a toll.

There's a new threat.

There's always gonna
be a new threat.

Well, if you can
walk away knowing that,

then maybe
you should retire,

but if you can't,

I'll be here to help you
unpack the boxes.

[traffic noise in distance]

[smooches]

Hey, you.

Hey.

Mmm. Oh,
so the dinner

with my boss
and his wife.

Oh.
Was that tonight?

I spent the evening
answering questions

about where you
might be.

Doc, I am so sorry.

You should be.

I'm kidding.
It's tomorrow night,

and I'm cooking.

Wow! You are not
a nice person.

[chuckles]

Seriously, though,
I need him

to sign off on
my research study,

so it needs to
go well.

And you're cooking?

Ow! Ugh.

What's wrong?

[inhales]

Eh, it happened
the other night.

You got shot,
and you didn't tell me?

I work in the E.R.
I know what happens

under a
bulletproof vest.

Did you get your
pacemaker checked out?

Yeah, yeah.
It's fine, it's fine.

I just... I didn't want
you to worry, that's all.

Why don't you
trust me?

It's not about you.

Yeah, right.

I know it sounds
like I'm lying, but it's not.

That wall that you've
been telling me has to come down,

I've been building
it up a long time.

I mean, I'm chipping
away at it,

but it's pretty sturdy.

Well, hit it harder
because otherwise

I'm gonna come
in there with a sledgehammer.

Keep pushing me, doc.

I need it.

[smooches]

Ow! Ohh! Ow.

- Aw. Deal with it.
- [Ryan chuckles]

[buzzing in distance]
[chair clatters]

[woman] Do you know
why you're here?

Unpaid parking tickets,
I think.

Oh, no, no. Wait.

It... I killed an awful
lot of people.

A sense of humor.

I'm surprised.

See? I'm not all bad.

You're here because
the State of Virginia mandates

that all death row
inmates complete

a psychological
evaluation

in the days prior
to their execution.

I have to be sane in order
for the State to put me to death?

How perverse.

Tell me, Joe.
How are you feeling?

I'm feeling...

hopeful.

[woman screams]

[gasping]
[head splatters]

[indistinct words over P.A.]
[door closes]

[buzzer]

[buzzer]

Gah! Agh!

[flesh piercing]

[buzzer]

[door bangs open]

[vehicle approaching]

Get in!

[man] Joe.

Joe.

Joe!

I'm sorry. Uh...

My mind wandered
for a moment.

What was the question?

I asked you if
you're ready to die.

Donovan had us run
surveillance video

from the two gas stations
where Tucker Moore

allegedly used
a credit card.

Wild guess...
he's not on the video.

Yeah, and the cameras
at both locations

were accessed remotely.

Footage was erased.
It's another dead end.

I'm telling you.

Manitech Securities
is the key

to finding the true
Strauss student.

We know he was
on site to kill the intern.

We know he had to
have access to their server

and familiarity
with their employees

to frame both
Peter and Tucker.

We were looking at
high-level staff with FBI clearance.

Do you think we
missed someone?

Widen the search,
include all employees.

One of them
is our guy.

Uh, Oli's playoffs
start next week.

Do you think you
might be able to

make it to
the games?

I'll try. Work's kind of
crazy right now.

You know, I forgot
to ask you.

How was your, [phone beeps]
um, trip to Philly?

Client's happy...

so I'm happy.

It was Boston actually.

Oh. Right.

Come here, beautiful.

[horn honks]

Ahh. Here's Nancy.

Is it too late
to run?

Be nice.

Hey, Nancy.

Hey, you two.

Great seeing you, Theo.

My gosh. It's been
a while, hasn't it?

I hear you're
a busy bee.

I am, but it's good
to be home.

Oh, that's sweet.

I know Cindy and kids
have really missed you.

Hmm.

I'm gonna go
warm up the car.

Remind Bob he's got
my shovel, will you?

Yeah.

Did you ask him
about Boston?

He seems to be
telling the truth.

I mean, maybe
I'm wrong.

May... Maybe he's not
cheating on me.

Trust your intuition.

He's hiding
something.

- Hey.
- Hey.

[elevator bell dings]

Got a hit on one
of the employees

at Manitech Securities,
guy named Sam Lewis.

He's a low-level,
part-time programmer.

In fact, I had a run-in with him
when I was at the company.

Where's his photo?

There's one
on the FBI database

as part of our
clearance procedure,

but I couldn't get it
to print.

So what made him
stand out?

His record is spotless.

Never sick,
always on time.

GPS on his
company cell phone

shows him only going
to work and home.

Never alters
his routine.

Either Sam Lewis has
no life...

Or his life
isn't real.

He's got that kind
of perfect profile

someone might fabricate
to avoid suspicion.

And we know
from the fake passports

that our guy is
thorough.

I'm gonna grab Mike,
pay a surprise visit

to Mr. Perfect.

Hey.

Should I loop
Donovan in?

No, not until we have
hard evidence.

[giggling]

So I was wondering

what do you think
of the name Evelyn?

My mother's name?

Mm-hmm. I've always
liked that name

for a girl,

and for a boy,
I'm thinking Von.

What are you saying?

Let's have
another baby.

Really?

I thought you
wanted to wait.

Well, I thought
about it,

and there's no better time
than right now.

[both chuckles]

Mmm.

[cell phone chiming]

You know, I got to
take this, babe.

Really? Right now?

Yeah, yeah, but I'll be
right back.

[car door opens]

[keyboard clanking]

[clanking continues]
[telephone ringing in distance]

Max.

[ringing continues]

What's happening?

I have no idea.

Get it back.

I'm trying.

[keyboard clanking]

Pull up every picture
you can of Sam Lewis.

Do it now.

Put it
on the big screen.

Where is he?

He's gone.

You sure this is
Lewis' address?

It's the one
Manitech has on file.

Is it locked?

Heh.

[cocks gun]

[door bangs]
[wood creaks]

[hinges squeaking]

[zipping sound]

I guess we found
Sam Lewis.

[motor whirs]

[whirring]

Or Sam Lewis found us.

Hey.

We got to get
out of here.

[Mike] What's wrong?

Um, I feel like
this is a trap.

Let's go.

[click]

[Ryan grunting]

[explosion]

[fire whooshing]
[glass shattering]

[car alarm blares]

[indistinct chattering]
[car door closes]

[Max] Hey!

Are you guys
all right?

We're fine.

[radio chatter]

It's just a cut.

Well, that hard head
comes in handy sometimes.

What do you got?

Found C4 residue in
the living room and bedrooms.

It was detonated
by a pressure plate

hidden underneath
the rug.

Anything salvageable?

Suitcase and laptop
were destroyed.

In terms of bomb-making
materials,

this guy used simple,
off-the-shelf items.

What little survived
the blast,

it's untraceable.

[helicopter pales flapping]
[agents speaking indistinctly]

[Mike] Oh, here it comes.

[man yelling in distance]

You go a long way
to prove your point, Agent Hardy.

Our real killer was
posing as Sam Lewis,

low-level, part-time
employee of Manitech.

Ok. Let's run Lewis' photo
through facial recognition,

get a real I.D.

Yeah. We can't.
Every photo of Lewis

that existed online,
it's gone

and irretrievable.

How's that even possible?

When the fake identity
was created,

there was a self-destruct
mechanism embedded

in the digital code.

I've never seen
anything like it.

He's covering his tracks.

He knows we're
on to him.

Wait. You were
at Manitech.

You saw Lewis,
right?

That's right.

Get me a sketch.

Find this guy before
he blows something else up.

You're welcome.

[buzzing in distance]

[door closes]

You're disturbing,
my, uh...

outside time,
Dr. Sacks.

What do you expect?

You killed
a dozen people

during your escapes.

I would swap every one
of them just kill you,

to feel my knife
piercing flesh

one last time.

How does that
make you feel, doctor?

I hear you've
declined to choose

a method
of execution.

I liked to be surprised.

If you refuse,
the State chooses for you.

You'll die
by lethal injection.

Aw. Spoiler alert.

The notion of poison
coursing through one's veins

has a certain, uh,

Socratic flavor,

don't you think?

I understand you
invited Ryan Hardy

to attend
your execution.

Hmm.
We go way back.

Well, he's declined
your invitation.

No. There must...

There must be
some mistake.

I'm afraid not.

Enjoy the rest
of your...

outside time.

[knocks on door]

I... I want to say
his eyes were more oval.

[door opens, closes]
I didn't get a good look, though.

[door opens, closes]
He was wearing glasses.

All right.
We're going offline.

Our suspect has proven
that he can manipulate technology.

We can't trust
our own databases.

We can't not use
technology either.

Well, then use it
sparingly with caution.

How's the sketch coming?

We'll have it
within the hour.

Good. Where are we at
on Sam Lewis?

Well, he seems to have
tailor-made the identity

to guarantee the job
at Manitech...

to colleges,
great references.

Manitech is contracted
by the FBI,

so in order to work there,
he had to pass

a background check.

Somebody real had to
vouch for him.

We got to find
that person.

[traffic noise in distance]

[keys clatter]

[Gwen coughs]

Ryan, we were
just finishing.

Oh, I'm so sorry.
I got caught up at work.

Of course you did.

Happens to me
all the time.

You're just in time
for dessert.

That's the best part
anyway.

Great.

[door closes]

[Cindy] Theo?

You guys home?

Oli?

Rose?

Surprise!
[cheering, applause]

[Cindy] What?!

Happy birthday,
sweetheart.

You did this?

Mm-hmm. Anything
for my girl.

Oh, you look younger
every year, girl.

Oh, stop. Oh.
Hey, Bob.

Hey.
Happy birthday.

Oh!

I got it.
You go have fun.

- Ok.
- Let's go see who's here.

Hi!

Gwen's told us
a bit about your work,

and from
what I hear,

we all owe you
a debt of gratitude.

For capturing
Joe Carroll.

His execution's
in a few days, isn't it?

Yeah. It can't come soon enough
as far as I'm concerned.

I wonder what
we get out of that.

Excuse me?

Malcolm, don't.

Killing him.
It seems like

it just perpetuates
the cycle of violence

that he celebrated.

Joe Carroll has escaped
federal lockup twice.

I for one will sleep
easier knowing he's dead.

Well, just because something
makes our lives easier

doesn't make it
right.

As doctors, we do
everything we can

to preserve life,
all life.

You agree with me,
don't you?

Cancer's a living
organism, right?

Do you hesitate
when you kill it?

That's not the same.

Joe Carroll is the worst
form of cancer.

He has spawned
an army of killers,

he has murdered dozens.

Some of them
were my friends.

So his death is
about revenge?

No.

His death is
about justice.

If you can't
understand that,

then maybe you should get
the hell out of my apartment.

Ryan!

Excuse me?

Right now!

[Malcolm] I didn't
mean to offend you.

I'm just debating.

Good night.

I'm so sorry.

He is my boss, Ryan.

I was pretty clear
that I needed this to go well.

You can disagree
like adults instead

of throwing
them out.

I'm not gonna stand here
in my apartment

and be lectured by some
pompous jackass

who has no idea
of the risks that we take

every day to
keep him safe.

Me and Joe were almost
blown up today!

- You and Joe?
- What?

You just said
you and Joe.

No. Mike.
I said me and Mike.

You are really
losing it, Ryan.

[footsteps departing]

Great party, Theo.

Thanks, Nancy.

Uh, I don't know how
you found the time

to organize this shindig
with all that traveling

you've been doing
lately.

Sometimes, you just
go to make the time.

Yeah. What was the name
of that company

you were working for
up in Boston?

Ramstead Dynamics.

Oh.
Hear that, Bob? [pats on table]

Doesn't you college buddy
Jamie work for Ramstead?

Uh, yeah.

Well, what
a coincidence.

So you two must have met.

No, not that
I remember,

but it is
a big company.

You... You do security
consulting, right?

Mm-hmm.

Well, that's
Jamie's division.

I'll have to give
him a call.

Even better, he's
coming to town next week.

Let's all get together.

[Nancy] I knew it.

That Theo is
no good.

I like him.

You take that back.
This household is team Cindy.

Did you see how
he reacted

when I told him
your college buddy

works for that
company?

Crazy coincidence?

Uh. Bob, you didn't
even go to college.

[Nancy sighs]
[cream jar cover clicks]

[item clatters]
[drawer closes]

Hey, Nance.

Cat got your tongue...

for once?

Before I forget,

I really need
my shovel back.

Is it in your garage?

Thanks.

Cindy had her heart set on
planting a garden this spring.

[gunshot]

[Nancy gasping]

Now be honest.

Didn't you enjoy that
just a little?

No? That's too bad.

You're gonna enjoy
this even less.

[gasping]

[gunshot]

[sizzling]

[utensils clinking]

You're cooking?

Yeah. Figured I, uh,
dig myself out

of the dog house
after last night.

You're gonna have to do a lot better
than bacon and eggs.

I'm sorry.
After the day I had,

I... I c... couldn't listen
to that guy.

He's not just
some guy.

He's a trauma surgeon

who deals
with the results

of violence
every day.

It's not
the same thing.

I'm not gonna argue
the death penalty with you.

I need to get
ready for work.

[knock on door]

[knocks twice]

[beeping]

Gina.

I'm in until
we catch him.

Hey.

Thank you
for my party.

Mmm. Were you
really surprised?

Yes. Is that what you've been sneaking
around here planning?

Heh. Heh.

[doorbell rings]

- I'll get it.
- Ok.

Theo Noble?

Yes.

I'm Detective
Alvarez.

What's going on?

I don't know.

Nancy and Bob Gibbs,

they were at a party
here last night, correct?

Yes.

Sorry to inform you, but
they were found dead this morning.

Oh, my God.

[sobs]

Hey. I'm sorry.

Shh. What happened?

It appears to be
a murder-suicide.

He shot her, and then
he turned the gun on himself.

Did either of you
notice bomb acting

strange
at the party?

No. Not that
I can recall.

Did you?

[crying]

Did we ever find out
who vouched for Lewis

on his FBI
background check?

It was a lawyer
named Eldon Wyck.

Lewis used him as
a former employer.

When Wyck was interviewed by
agents last year,

he called Lewis
"Trustworthy,

an exemplary
employee."

But nobody at the firm
remembers Lewis working there,

even though he has detailed
employee records for him.

Because he planted them.

Well, that doesn't
explain Eldon Wyck.

Why did he lie
for Lewis?

Let's go find out.

[knock on door]

Nobody's home.

Should we
just kick it?

It's called
a search warrant.

You two have seen one
before, right?

I put in a motion
before we left.

It's good to have you
back, Gina.

Yeah, yeah. Just
kick the damn door.

Yes, ma'am.

[door bangs open]

First floor's clear.

Upstairs is clear.

[floor creaking]

[rug flapping]

[hatch creaking]

Ladies first.

I'll keep watch
on the first floor.

[light switch clicks]

[hinges squeak]

[Mike gasps]

What the hell is that?

An ear.

Check that door.

[thump]

Ryan.

Ohh!
[body thuds]

[gasping]

Ryan, you ok?

Yeah, yeah.
I'm good.

I just...
just tripped.

[Ryan breaths heavily]

[hinges creaking]

Ohh!

Ryan, over here.

Hey! Someone's here!

[gasps]

[crash]

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

[car door closes]

[glass shattering]

Unh! Agh!

Ohh!

[fighting gasps and grunts]

[ringing in distance]
[folder thuds]

This is very
exciting for me

to be caught by the famous
Ryan Hardy.

Most people would
be upset knowing

that they're gonna spend
the rest of their life in a cell.

I'm a practical man.

Capture was
inevitable.

I never dreamed
it would be you,

and now our names
will be linked

in history forever.

What's your connection
to Sam Lewis?

Forget it.

Come on, Eldon.
He can't touch you

where you're going.

You don't know
this man,

and you certainly don't have
anything to offer

that would make me
risk his reprisal.

Sure I do.

I'm a lawyer,
Agent Hardy.

There's no
death penalty in New York,

and there's enough
evidence in my basement

to convict me
10 times over.

What could you
possibly give me,

a comfy pillow
for my cell?

Fame.

Our names linked
in history forever.

Isn't that
what you want?

"When asked
about Eldon Wyck,

Ryan Hardy called him
the worst serial killer

since Joe Carroll."

How do I know you'll
keep your word?

Picture the headlines
if I do.

A year ago,
I came home from work

to find a man
sitting on my couch.

Sam Lewis?

Yes.

And he knew
everything about me,

things I'd only
ever shared anonymously

in certain underground
chat rooms,

and he threatened
to expose me

unless I agreed to
act as a reference

when the FBI
came calling.

It was a no-brainer.

- How do I find him?
- No clue.

[pounds on table]
Come on, Eldon.

You want something
from me,

you got to give me
something back.

Uh, before he left, he...
he gave me a USB drive.

That's what I used to plant his
employee records

on our server.

I was supposed
to destroy it, but I didn't.

I can tell you
where it's hidden.

[Mendez] Hey, Ryan.

We've got something.

We were able to isolate

Sam Lewis'
digital fingerprint

from the USB drive
that he gave Eldon.

It's as unique
as a signature.

It gave Sloan enough
to write an algorithm...

Cut to the chase,
Max.

Late last night,
the same code

that hacked
the FBI server

was used to break
the firewall

on an SMTP server
in Maryland,

and the user
accessed

the E-mail account
of a man named Bob Gibbs.

We need to get Maryland
PD on his doorstep.

They're
already there.

An hour before
his E-mail gets hacked,

Bob Gibbs kills his wife
and then himself.

Well, faking
a murder-suicide,

that's a perfect way
to kill without risk.

My gut tells me
our boy's done it before.

But why kill now?

We forced him to destroy
his Sam Lewis identity,

he knows that we're
on to him.

He should be laying low.

Maybe he didn't
have a choice.

Maybe it was necessity,
a coverup.

He's got some kind
of connection to these people,

something that could
expose him.

We need to get
to Maryland.

I'm gonna take the kids
over to my mother's tonight.

Ok.

A group of us girls
are gonna go

get together
and remember Nancy,

get a glass of wine,

maybe three.

It will be good
for you to get out,

see your girls.

Hey. Come here.

Hey.

We're gonna get
through this.

Yeah.

Shh.

[door opens, closes]

We're
20 minutes out.

There will be a car
waiting for us.

I think this is him.

- Nancy Gibbs' Facebook page.
- You sure?

He changed his look
at Manitech, but that's him.

He's deliberately
hiding his face from the camera,

but he's clearly
with that woman.

Let's run facial
recognition on her right now.

[cell phone chimes]

[knuckles crack]

[breathes deeply]

Theo, we're leaving.

On second thought,

I think we'll all
be staying home tonight.

His real name is
Theo Noble.

Bob and Nancy were
at a birthday party

for his wife Cindy
last night.

Hose is 15 minutes
from you.

Ok. Text me
the address.

Sending it now.

What have you done
with our kids?

Shh, shh, shh.

Don't worry about them.

[voice breaking] Please don't.
Why?

Stop. No.

Why are you
doing this?

- [Cindy sobbing]
- Because they found me.

No...

Which means I can't play
house with you anymore.

I just want you to know
that I'm proud of this family,

of what I built here
with you and the kids.

I wish it didn't
have to end.

Now don't worry, baby.

I will cherish the future
we would have had,

and I'll keep it
with all the others

that I've collected.

You won't feel
what comes next,

and that's my gift to you.

[rattles door handle]

[door breaks open]
[wood clatters]

[sighs]

The kids!

I got a pulse!

They've been drugged.
Check him.

He's breathing,
he's alive.

We need
an ambulance now!

[radio chatter]

[siren]

They're gonna be ok.

I can't do this
anymore.

- Gina...
- No.

Coming back
was a mistake.

I can't face
another door like that.

I can't.

I'm done.

This job steals
your soul, Ryan.

You should get out, too,

go live your life with
Gwen while you still can.

[cell phone ringing]

Hello.

Agent Hardy.

Max, Max!

Get a trace
on this now.

Theo.

That's what I'm
supposed to call you, right?

I go by many names.

You had
a beautiful family.

Why couldn't you
just leave?

Because I control
their fate, not you.

You don't control
anything now.

I got a picture
of you,

and this one won't
self-destruct.

How did you find me?

You're a smart guy.
Why don't you figure it out.

I used the same code
to hack into Bob's E-mail

That I did with the FBI.
Sloppy.

I was rushed.

That won't
happen again.

Doesn't matter.
I don't care how many tricks

you think you've got
up your sleeve.

I am gonna end you.

Be careful,
Agent Hardy.

You don't know me.

You only know what
I have shown you,

and that fact should
keep you up at night.

I am the man who will
take your future

like I have hundreds
before you...

Piece...

by piece.

Hello? Hello?

Did you get it?

Nothing?

[car door opens]

♪ I'm on fire ♪

♪ I'm on fire ♪

[engine revving]

Sync and corrected by
Gianluca Belfiglio