The Blacklist

Baltimore PD.

Come out, Stansbury. We gotta warrant.

We know you're here, Scottie.

Why don't you come on out, make this easier?

Ah, please. If you take me in

and my parole officer finds out I've been using...

What's going on?

I'm sorry, Scottie.

McGinnis!

McGinnis!

What the hell happened?

I... I just...

He drew. He fired.

Is he...

He's dead.

You came in... What...

You had no choice.

You had to fire, right?

He had a gun. Yeah, I had to fire.

McGinnis.

Hey. Can you hear me?

Yes.

Chief, look, I got nothing to hide.

I'll wave my Garrity rights. I was following protocol.

And I'm sure IA will confirm that,

but right now, I want you to go home

and call a lawyer.

You need a lawyer.

You sure nobody followed you?

Password to the account.

Funds are now available.

I didn't think it'd be this bad.

You're alive, Officer McGinnis.

Which is more than we can say

for Scottie Stansbury.

You've done your job.

Now let me do mine.

What's up, buttercup?

You finally change your mind, decide to join me and Gary tonight

in the hot tub? Yeah.

Uh, tonight? Maybe.

Is it the scab on his leg?

Oh, no, no, no! No, no, no!

Gary's... Gary.

I'm just distracted. I locked myself out of my room.

I certainly don't want to go down to the lobby. Oh.

I was hoping I might use your phone.

Oh, yes, of course, silly.

Get in here.

You coming to social hour tonight?

Gonna bring Daddy's favorite little pickle-bites.

Piper, I have no idea what that means.

I spread cream cheese on a slice of dried beef,

wrap it up real good around a dill.

Put a little toothpick in 'em, real good.

Dariush! It's Bruno.

I'm sorry.

I... I somehow locked myself out of my room.

I was hoping...

Oh... Right.

No. Oh, no, that's fine.

That would be gre... Wait.

I found it now!

Never mind. I... Yeah, right here,

in my pocket of all places.

Okay. I'm sorry. Thank you.

I'll tell Gary we'll hot tub at 8:00.

Don't forget the pickle-bites.

Dembe.

Yeah.

Did you get a plate number?

Okay.

Who is this guy anyways? I mean, what kind of "medical expert"

agrees to help covertly identify human remains?

I'm sorry. I didn't realize he needed a resume

and a urine sample to get the job.

You asked me for help, I'm getting you help,

and I'm breaking the law in the process.

Yeah, for Liz.

Right. For Liz.

That worked out well last time.

He's a friend of yours, this Pete?

He has access to the kinds of medical equipment you need.

That guy?

Did he even go to medical school?

He was the smartest kid at Harvard during my residency.

Then he sort of dropped out.

Today he's plugged in to some kind of network

of criminal drug activities.

You two should get along swimmingly.

What up, Nikky?

You got gray as Grandma.

You must be... Tom.

Cool fake name. You a cop?

All right, you know what? Forget it.

This isn't a joke, Pete. Yeah, well, I don't know your friend.

I barely know you. You know what? It's my mistake.

Shut the hell up, both of you.

He is not a cop.

And you are the smartest guy I've ever met...

Destroyed me in boards,

so I know you're smart enough to run this DNA test,

take the money you clearly need,

and keep your mouth shut.

Look, those remains, if they're damaged like you say...

Exposed to air, natural elements,

then pulling DNA might be difficult.

I can do it... Maybe... But it's gonna take time.

Then I guess you should stop talking and get to work.

Dembe told me you moved out of your hotel?

Sadly, my time at the Terrace Vista has run out.

So, what, you're apartment hunting?

Yes.

While you go on a hunt for some dirty cops.

I believe the unfortunate incident

with Officer McGinnis

was far more than the stuff of headlines.

I believe it was premeditated murder.

Says here the victim shot first.

I still have a few friends among the men in blue.

They're whispering that the scene was staged

by a well-compensated mercenary.

McGinnis, a paid-for killer.

But according to this article, he has a clean record.

The perfect alibi.

An officer well-respected by his peers,

paid by your government to carry a weapon

to protect and serve the citizenry.

But I'm telling you, Officer McGinnis is a killer,

and he's not the only one.

Killer cops for hire?

Who's hiring them?

Whoever it is,

this isn't the first police shooting

they're responsible for.

And unless you find them, it won't be the last.

Andrew McGinnis.

He's a rookie officer without a blemish on his record.

The victim was Scott Stansbury

who spent 20 years bouncing between prison cells,

parole hearings, and rehab.

What about the pistol? The one Reddington said was planted?

It was registered to another owner

who reported it stolen three weeks ago,

Stansbury was never a suspect.

There's already an internal investigation under way.

Why not let it play out?

IA could spend months filing those reports.

More people could die by then. Look...

I know it's not politically correct right now

to say this, but, uh...

Cops don't kill people, they protect them.

Most of them do.

But the ones who let anger and emotion,

prejudice and carelessness affect their behavior

are every good cop's worst nightmare.

Keen, talk to McGinnis, see if something feels off.

Ressler, pay a visit to the partner.

I want to get to the bottom of this.

You kicked the door down even though you got no response?

McGINNIS: No, ma'am, we went in because we had a warrant.

The guy violated parole on a drug conviction.

And when you got inside?

Nothing. It was quiet.

Noise on the TV, I guess. We split up.

Parker went one way. I went the other.

And that's where you saw him?

Right. He was dumpin' evidence...

Dope probably, down the drain.

He saw me, pulled a gun.

...and next thing I hear, four shots.

He fired first. Two shots. So I returned.

But his shots both missed.

Luckiest rookie son-of-a-bitch I ever seen.

Which shot hit him?

Which shot? He was hit once.

You said you fired twice.

I assume you remember which missed and which didn't.

He's dirty.

Why do you say that?

Said he shot twice and the second shot hit him.

Well, that's odd, it's always the second shot

that goes high, off the kick of the first.

Like I said,

he's dirty.

Did you miss me, sweetheart?

Aw, that's nice.

So nice.

I missed you, too.

Word to the not-so-wise...

When you come for someone,

don't show up in a rental car

under your own name with a local address.

You never delivered the guns.

Two months Rivera is fighting BLO without them.

Well, he won't get them if I'm dead.

By the by, what's with the boots?

You guys do a lot of riding?

Our brothers are dying because of you.

They cannot defend themselves.