The Blacklist - Tenth Season

Okay.

Ohh...

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, God.

Hello?

Detective? It's Judge Dockery. Do you have a minute?

I just pulled into my driveway. It's been a day.

- What's up? - I need to talk to you in person right away.

- It's about a case. - Which case?

Just come to my house. I'll explain when you get here.

Please hurry. I'm scared.

Judge Dockery?

Front door was open!

Is every...

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

Alice?

Can I give you this?

Yeah.

There you go. There you go.

Heya, Herbie!

Ah. This is for later.

Thought you were getting in later.

I caught the earlier Northeast Regional.

Oh, w-why would you take the Regional?

So much needless stopping.

There's no such thing as a needless stop, Herbie.

Time is the ultimate luxury,

a thing to be savored,

not hoarded, nor compressed, nor controlled,

as if any of us can control time in the first place.

Anyway, I'm sure you didn't invite me down here

to debate the merits of public transportation...

or to watch you housekeep.

No, yeah, no. Of course.

Man, I-I-I will never get used to

the crushing volume of stuff required for someone so small.

And why does all of it have to make noise? You know what I mean?

Like, I am surrounded by pink, plastic torture devices.

It can be that way with dogs, too.

I know a miniature Dachshund, Larry.

That little guy's got tons of stuff.

Oh, uh, Holly made sure you had clean sheets

on the spare bed and extra towels in the bathroom.

Ah, don't worry about me. Where is Holly, by the way?

I was hoping to catch her band.

What are they called again? The Vegan-somethings.

The, uh... Uh, no, the, uh... No. Meat Vegans!

- The Vitameatavegemins. - Ah.

Yeah. Post-punk klezmer.

She's got a gig in Charlotte tonight.

You married the Jewish Debbie Harry.

Oh, well, maybe Debbie Harry is the Jewish Debbie Harry.

I wouldn't know. But good for you, Herbie.

Now, tell me why I'm here.

Need your advice, Red.

I'm not sure if you know about the murder

of Judge Alice Dockery a few weeks back.

She was killed shortly after presiding over the trial

of the infamous mob boss Paul Bruno,

now spending his golden years in federal prison.

Bruno's son, Paul Jr., was charged with the judge's murder.

His defense lawyer wants me to consult on the forensics of the case.

Retribution is their theory.

From what I know of Paul Sr.,

retribution is a dish he generally serves cold.

This crime is... decidedly hot.

He has nothing to gain by tasking his only son with a revenge killing.

Yeah, I mean, I agree.

But the thing is, everybody in law enforcement

sees this as an open-and-shut case.

They're hungry to take down the whole Bruno family, and this is their ticket.

But if I accept this job and go against the tide,

defying the entire NYPD and defending the Brunos,

I'm... I'm just not sure I have it in me to be

the lone David going up against that particular Goliath again.

Maybe you won't have to. Give me a second.

Yeah.

So you're in town?

A quick in-and-out, Harold. Just visiting a friend.

Does that friend have anything to do with our Wujing predicament?

Because I've been thinking we should...

I've got Wujing covered for now, Harold.

This has to do with something else.

The Judge Dockery murder in New York?

I know the one.

Bruno's son took her out after she sentenced his father to life.

From what I hear, they've got him dead to rights.

In my experience, things that are that obvious

are often obvious for a reason.

Are you saying the NYPD got it wrong?

Y-You remember Herbie Hambright, my associate,

the forensics whiz who came to your aid before?

He's been approached by Bruno's defense team.

And from what he's seen so far,

he's not inclined to believe Junior's the culprit either.

And you're inclined to believe Herbie?

- I am. - We'll look into it.

Judge Dockery was a venerated legal mind.

All of law enforcement owes it to her to get this right.

We're wasting time on a cut-and-dried case

because of a Reddington hunch

about his pal, a convicted mob boss?

Reddington doesn't have a dog in this fight.

Herbie, the guy who helped us run down that fingerprint from

the Secret Service case, brought it to Reddington's attention.

Herbie believes the case isn't as cut and dried

as everybody seems to think.

Look, everyone knows that this was just payback

on the one judge who finally had the stones

to put away the legendary Paul Bruno Sr.

That may be, but when the stakes are this high

is precisely when details tend to get overlooked.

Let's take a quick peek under the hood of the case.

If the facts support Junior as the perpetrator, no harm done.

Well, the lead detective on the Bruno case,

Patrick Fleming, also found the judge murdered at the scene.

Let's start there.

Have him walk us through the investigation.

The letters B-R-U-N-O were typed out on the keyboard.

Her bloody fingerprints on the keys.

I don't know how the FBI does it, but where I come from,

that's what we call irrefutable evidence.

Yeah, well, we're just curious.

- What? You think I'm not? - Alice was my friend.

I'm starting to wonder

if I should take offense to what you two seem to be suggesting.

Nobody's suggesting anything here, all right?

Look, Judge called me that night,

told me to come over quick,

that she just learned something about a case.

She was terrified.

I never heard her like that.

Paul Bruno Jr. Had been tailing

and intimidating her for months

throughout his dad's entire trial.

We have video evidence of Junior

parked outside her house, her office, her gym.

The guy's a hothead.

That's obviously what she was spooked about.

Would you mind if we take a look at your case files?

Knock yourself out.

You'll just come to the same conclusion we did.

Usually when somebody appears and says they're taking me to their boss,

I assume it's someone I screwed over.

But I'm relieved to say

I have absolutely no idea who the hell you are.

I am Wujing.

I've long been a fan of the legend that is Robert Vesco.

A man of great escapes and even greater mystery.

I myself recently broke out of prison,

and I imagine there's a lot I could learn from you.

Well, if you summoned me here to give you a master class

on life on the lam, you got the wrong guy.

Like they say, those who can't do, teach.

So if you don't mind, maybe we could put the hood back on

and you guys can drop me off someplace I can get a bite to eat.

Are you aware of Raymond Reddington's association with the FBI?

First off, it's none of your business what I'm aware of.

And, secondly, any criminal worth their salt

cultivates relationships with certain... amenable authorities.

Raymond Reddington has the deepest pockets in Christendom

and the biggest reach.

Of course, he greases the wheels.

Oh.

Reddington's doing much more than that.

I would say it's less a "friends with benefits" arrangement

than a long-term relationship that your pal

has gotten himself into with the U.S. government.

Have you heard the name Elizabeth Keen? Hm?

Of course, Reddington's well-connected with the FBI.

Hell, his former bodyman, Dembe Zuma, is working for them now,

with a shiny gold badge and everything!

Mmm.

Call me when you have an actual revelation.

The FBI has a top secret Task Force

sanctioned at the highest levels of government

whose sole focus is to bring down criminals like us

with the personal help of Raymond Reddington.

In fact, that very team

was behind your last arrest.

And you got this information how?

From Reddington's own attorney, Marvin Gerard,

now deceased, as you know...

also thanks to Reddington.

I suppose you should consider yourself lucky

- that he only sent you back to prison. - Hm.

Reddington is working with the FBI,

using all of us, including you,

as collateral he trades on,

chits to play for his, and only his, gain.

Ask yourself

how he's always wriggled out of every net.

And why are you telling me this now?

Because I'm assembling a team

of talented and motivated individuals

whom, like yourself, Reddington has betrayed.

A man like you would be a true asset to the cause,

one I think you will find very rewarding.

I wanted to let you know Agent Zuma's not coming in today,

so the two of you will be on your own.