Whoa.
You got him good.
I get a kick out of this job.
*THE BLACKLIST* Season 04 Episode 13 "Isabella Stone" Synchronized by srjanapala
Liz: Tom.
Tom, honey, wake up.
I was feeding Agnes...
She okay? What's wrong with...
No, no, she's fine.
I was watching the news,
and there was a plane crash.
Honey, it was your father's plane.
He died.
Reporter: Authorities have confirmed
the plane belongs to Howard Hargrave,
a sometimes controversial figure
in the field of private military contracting.
His firm, Halcyon Aegis, is among the largest...
I'm sorry.
For what?
I'm not gonna pretend I feel something when I don't.
Honey, he was your father.
I guess. I never really knew him.
I know it sounds cold, but my father, my mother, that family,
whoever they are, I'm not really interested.
Come on, honey. You must have some questions.
You know, when I met my mother she offered me a job.
As an operative, which seems like it would be your dream job.
I meant what I said when I turned her down.
And they're my past.
You and Agnes are my future, and that's what I care about.
You can care about us and look for the answers you need.
Well, that's the thing, I'm not really looking for answers.
Except for one.
When did I become the old guy that falls asleep on the couch?
Stratos: Is it true about the courier?
Reddington: Yes.
I'm sorry, Raymond.
Stratos, we have to take the bitter with the sweet.
Unfortunately, it's not just one courier.
People are talking about other setbacks.
I have a lead on three
cargo ships in Marseilles.
If they are as advertised, we should purchase them.
Your travel itinerary.
I've booked a room for you and Corina at La Maison De Mon Ami.
A very quiet, lovely villa on the outskirts of Monte Carlo.
I've put $25,000 on account in their private Casino.
An anniversary present.
Chin up, old friend.
Drink some champagne, kiss on the balcony,
tip well at the tables.
We've been through worse.
I'll report back once I've seen the ships.
And for this...
Thank you so much, red.
Where in your empire does he fit in?
Mediterranean Shipping Operations.
You have multiple shipping operations?
A courier of mine was murdered in Paris last night.
A man named plumber, killed by our next blacklister.
Thank you. For what?
Admitting upfront why you're giving us this case.
It's a refreshing change.
I heard about Tom's father. How did Tom react?
Disinterested.
Good.
Why do you say that?
The woman you'll be looking for is
quite literally a character assassin.
Her objective is to utterly obliterate her target
by any means necessary.
Scandal, public humiliation, extortion, theft, murder.
And her next target is you.
Yes.
She's ruthless and will go to any length
to vanquish her victim, with no regard for collateral damage.
Me.
I'm concerned.
What's her name?
I only know an alias. Isabella Stone.
Liz: Dr. Eric Bannon, world-renowned cardiologist
was charged in a series of angel-of-mercy killings
due to lethal prescription drug interactions
that were, in fact, engineered by Isabella Stone.
How?
She hacked bannon's passwords
in order to access the inpatient dispensary
and changed the patients' prescription drug regimens.
Twelve died.
Now, according to Reddington's sources,
one of the victims had a brother, Ryuu Fujimoto,
Who engaged Isabella Stone to Orchestrate Bannon's downfall.
2011. Bangladesh.
Fire broke out in a Dhaka Ghetto Sweatshop.
Sixty-eight perished, 27 were children.
Subsequent news coverage exposed horrific working conditions,
which were blamed by activists on the factory's primary contractor,
Fit Thread Jeans, and their CEO,
Haute Couture Designer, Cynthia Brooks.
Now, the scandal rocked the industry.
Has he been admitted yet?
Has the doctor said anything?
Okay, let me see if I can come out.
No, I wanna be there.
You said Stone went after one of Reddington's Couriers...
Yes, and one of his accountants.
According to our last Blacklister, Natalie Luca...
Typhoid Mary.
Liz: Stone hired her to kill Reddington's Accountant
and money-launderer, Zack Smoll.
Ressler, Navabi, get with DGSE.
See what they can tell us about the murdered courier.
With all due respect, sir,
I feel like Reddington gave us this case to protect himself.
Against someone we should be interested in taking down anyway.
Well, can we at least put a clock on it?
Why? Is there somewhere else you have to be?
Look, I'm just saying.
If it turns out we end up doing all the heavy lifting for him,
maybe we shouldn't devote too much time to it.
I understand there's a line, Agent Ressler,
and that you think he's crossed it, but I disagree.
Reddington insists his courier's death
was part of a larger threat.
And we're going to investigate it.
Everything okay?
With the phone call? Yeah.
- It's just stuff. - "Stuff"?
Yeah. Stuff. Everything's fine.
Samar: Thank you for coming, Director.
We were hoping that the DGSE
could tell us about the Hit-and-Run in Paris.
We actually know very little.
No identification. No cell phone.
We understand he had over $30,000 in us bills on him.
Counterfeit bills. Untraceable.
We'd like to review any eyewitness reports.
Well, I'll forward them from the police prefecture
if you tell me why you are so interested
in a random Hit-and-Run.
We believe the victim was a courier.
For whom?
We're not at Liberty to say.
Raymond Reddington.
Your Intel could help us with him.
You will have the eyewitness reports within the hour.
As well as surveillance footage.
You have video from the Hit-and-Run?
Of a nearby bar where the victim had been
moments before the incident.
If it helps you find Raymond Reddington
after all these years,
I'll be happy to help.
Reporter: Officials have confirmed there were no survivors
in the recent crash of the private plane
owned by ceo of Aalcyon Aegis, Howard Hargrave.
Investigators are still on the scene and will continue...
Tom: Dembe. Tell him it's me.
We need to talk.
Corina: I love this place.
I know you don't like him.
But Mr. Reddington, he takes good care of his people.
Come on.
I want to go to the tables.
But I'm basking.
And I'm dying to bask in that beautiful bathtub.
Bask away, but hurry. Hmm.
I need my good luck charm.
Mmm.
Please don't shoot.
Oh, honey, I'm not gonna shoot you.
The gun is just to make sure you stay
quiet while Charlotte strangles you.
We need the dress.
Bypass surgery?
Did you get a second opinion?
Well, when is he scheduled to go under?
Yeah, I'm gonna try to get there as soon as I can.
You too, mom.
Hey, extra-large cherry slurpee says
I can get Mr. Cooper to say, "you're going to Fredericksburg."
What are you talking about?
- What do we know? - Okay. So...
I think I found something.
I've been combing through the security footage
that the Paris Police sent us from the Bar,
and watch this.
- Do you see it? - See what?
Hideous sweater.
- The coffee cup in the corner. - Samar: What about him?
I think he's watching Mr. Reddington's courier.
- How can you tell? - Okay, check it out.
At 42 minutes and 11 seconds in, the courier gets up to go.
Now, watch the Sweater.
So what? He's thirsty.
No, no, no. Watch, watch.
See how long he's holding the cup in front of his mouth?
How he is trying to be discreet?
He's talking into a mic.
And following Mr. Reddington's courier out the door.
Can you get a better image?
Aram: I can, and I did.
Courtesy of new software I downloaded from FAVIAU.
FAVIAU. Forensic audio and video image analysis unit.
The chief engineer and I are in a hacky sack circle.
- Hacky sack? - Oh, yeah.
They're making a huge comeback.
Footbag workouts are actually a great cardiovascular exercise.
- It's good for balance... - Sounds great.
How about that image?
Aram: Boom.
Ressler: That's a pretty picture.
- You get an ID? - Yes.
Charles "Chip" Murphy.
Former NCIS Agent. Delaware driver's license.
- Address? - No fixed address
since his discharge five years ago,
but he does own a storage unit in Fredericksburg, Virginia.
You're going to Fredericksburg.
Tom: My father is dead.
She's the only one left who knows who I am.
You're Elizabeth's husband and Agnes' father.
Who I was.
You need to stay away from Scottie Hargrave.
Yeah, I know. You said that. My question is why?
My question is "why not?"
You have a wife and a child and a life.
Leave well enough alone.
I told Liz I would, that it didn't matter,
and it doesn't.
It wouldn't, except that you told me
not to let scottie hargrave know that I'm her son.
That if I did, I would never find
the truth I've been looking for.
What does that mean?
He's dead, Tom. What truth?
You knew my father.
I had a brief professional relationship with your father.
A man who wrestled with significant demons.
I know his wife, your mother,
is a manipulative creature whose own husband didn't trust her.
Whose answers to the questions
you want to ask her could never be trusted.
All that really matters is that
you vanished off the face of the earth
nearly 30 years ago,
and yet here you are.
Leave the past in the past, Tom.
Nothing good will come from digging up secrets.
Man: Sorry, sport.
I can't let you guys in a unit unless you guys have a warrant.
Can you at least confirm the name of the lessee?
No.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I gotta get back to the front office.
Give us a minute, okay. We gotta make a few calls.
Let me call the us attorney's office in Richmond.
See if I can't get an eta on that warrant.
We don't have time for that.
For all we know, Murphy's on his way back from Paris right now.
If there is something incriminating in here,
then he might come back and get it before we can get a warrant.
Jesus, keen, you just got your badge back.
Because of Reddington.
He needs our help.
So what? We just drop everything?
We put off everything to help this guy.
No, it's too much, keen. The guy demands too much.
I'm not going in there without a warrant
and neither should you.
Raymond.
Elizabeth.
We found a pop-up safe house
used by one of Stone's operatives, Charles Murphy.
He has dossiers and photographs of Zack smoll, your courier,
and the man you were meeting with the other day.
Reddington: Stratos? Sarantos, yeah.
And there's a file on a woman with the same last name.
Corina Sarantos. Is that his wife? His sister?
I have to go. Reddington, wait...
Seven or eleven.
He just took the sedative.
Cue the wife in 30 seconds.
Raymond. I'm at the tables.
Stratos, listen to me.
You're in danger. I can't hear you.
I gotta hang up.
Stratos. I'll call you right back.
Yes!
You son of a bitch.
Corina, what are you...
You are drunk!
- What the... - How dare you.
- We talked about this. - Talked about what?
You. Reddington.
Lower your voice.
You should be ashamed of yourself.
Stratos: What the hell is wrong?
What did I do?
Not here.
Don't you dare pick that up.
Hello. Reddington: Stratos, listen to me.
You and Corina, you're in danger.
Red. I can't...
Stratos? Are you there?
If you can hear me, get out of the hotel.
Stratos?
Are you there?
Let's move.
Perfect.
Although I do think I wore it better.
On my signal.
Set.
Hotel security, please.
The people in the room next door are having a terrible row!
Hurry! I think he's killing her!
Samar: I'm excited.
This is my first time in Monte Carlo.
A lifetime of traveling the world
and I finally make it to the Cote D'azur.
My favorite number is 36.
So if we get the chance, we're going to the roulette table
and we're placing $100 on red 36.
What, you don't like 36?
You don't like red?
Hey.
My brother's going in for surgery.
Oh, God.
Is it serious? What's wrong?
What's wrong is
I'm here in Monaco while my brother's going in for surgery.
I mean, maybe if it was for the right reason,
I wouldn't have a problem,
but it's not, it's for Reddington.
He might as well sign our checks.
We work for him.
What's wrong with your brother?
It's his heart.
They found a blockage.
He's gonna go in for a bypass in the morning.
I'm sure he'll be fine.
A bypass is very common these days.
It's good they caught it.
Ressler: So, this guy, stratos, what do we know?
He was framed.
Judging by the preliminary crime scene analysis,
I'd have to disagree.
I can count the things I envy in this life.
Their relationship was one.
Corina was his soulmate.
I didn't kill my wife.
Gautier: Tell me about Raymond Reddington.
There's nothing to tell. She didn't like him, did she?
Is that why you killed her?
Because she didn't want you working with Reddington?
I didn't kill my wife.
- She pushed you. - No.
Slapped you. That was not her.
She taunted you in public, and five minutes later,
a witness reported hearing her scream for her life.
That woman, whoever she was, she was not Corina.
First your courier and the bearer bonds.
Now stratos.
How are they connected? Reddington: They're not.
But those bonds are traceable back to a shell company I own.
A fact which I'm confident
Isabella Stone will use to my disadvantage.
Nigeria. Yeah, one week.
Because they need doctors, Albert.
You should come next time.
Gautier: We have witnesses in the Casino,
in the stairwell, the next room...
Stratos: Listen to me. Please, believe me.
When I went back to the room, Corina was already dead.
We have your fingerprints on her neck.
Because they put them there.
Somebody drugged me.
My hands...
They put my hands on her neck.
"They" did?
The people who framed you?
A mild-mannered leasing agent for cargo ships,
here to celebrate your wedding anniversary.
Our 23rd.
Tell me about Raymond Reddington.
Cooper: How much does stratos know about your operations?
I first met Stratos Sarantos
when he was running guns to Cypriot Resistance Fighters in 1987.
For more than 20 years
he's overseen my shipping concerns
from the Bosphorus to the Suez Canal.
He knows enough.
So you are afraid he'll talk.
Stratos is very loyal. I'm not afraid he'll talk.
I'm afraid of what they'll do to him when he won't.
You know who they are? FBI.
Reddington: Your people are on site? Cooper: Yes.
With all the necessary extradition documents.
That won't be enough. They want me to give you over.
But you're up on a murder charge, so you're not going anywhere.
Reddington: Isabella Stone has linked stratos to me.
Baited the hook.
Until he helps them reel me in,
the only place he's going is a very deep, dark hole.
We reviewed the hotel security footage from the corridor.
One way in, one way out.
The only two people to enter this room
in the 27 hours preceding the murder,
besides the maids, were Mr. Sarantos and the victim.
Who found the body? Gautier: Hotel security.
There was a call from a guest complaining about a loud commotion.
A guest?
Is this an adjoining room?
Yes. Room 21.
Did you interview them?
Her. No.
Unfortunately, she checked out soon after the incident.
Quite shaken, according to the clerk.
We'll need access to the room.
So much for one way in.
All right, the hotel takes photocopies
of every guest's passport.
This is the person registered in room 21 the day of the murder.
Hallie Johnson? Oh, no, it's a fake.
A very good one.
But face facial recognition gave us another hit.
Her real name is Charlotte Hart.
Did you find a connection between her and Murphy?
They both worked for this woman.
Murphy as a private investigator and hart as an event planner.
Isn't that Judith pruitt? The one whose husband was arrested?
Yeah, Gavin pruitt. Ceo of pruitt securities.
One of the first big wall street pyramid schemes
to go down in the late '90s.
Pruitt insisted he was innocent,
but in the end, he was convicted on 11 Felony Counts.
Perjury, money laundering, securities fraud.
Sentenced to 10 years at FCI Petersburg.
In the end, he was stabbed to death by a fellow convict.
What if he was innocent? Or Judith thought he was innocent?
She stood by him.
Through the trial, the sentencing.
Her support was unflagging.
Liz: Look at the victimology.
Dr. Eric Bannon, an esteemed Cardiologist,
butchering his patients for fat fees.
Cynthia Brooks, an international fashion icon,
exploiting third-world child labor.
Red Reddington, crime kingpin.
Powerful and guilty as sin, all of them.
What better way for the bereaved wife
of an innocent man, a powerful man...
Destroyed, humiliated, imprisoned and murdered.
What better way for her to strike back
than to inflict the same fate on the guilty?
I've heard that she's very active around town.
Political fundraisers, charity events.
Aram: Okay, you're right. From what I've been able to find,
she's been keeping up social appearances
ever since her husband died.
I did some digging on social media, and found this.
Sorry, not that.
All right, this is it.
According to their event page,
she is a major donor and will be at their fundraiser this afternoon.
At the Mandarin Oriental Hotel.
Um... Detective Kotchwar?
Nope. He's retired.
Uh, sir, sir, please. Just one minute.
Thirty years ago, you were the lead detective
in the disappearance of a boy
who vanished from a rental home in Oean City.
His name was Christopher Hargrave.
Yeah, he didn't vanish.
Can you tell me what happened?
He died.
Sir, that's not possible.
What makes you think that?
Because I'm Christopher Hargrave.
Monsieur Leroy Bloom?
Twenty-five years in Chicago, parking on the street,
and my car gets taken in Monte Carlo.
I'm telling you, my mother used to say,
"a driver's license is nothing
"but an invitation to injury and heartache."
- She was agoraphobic, but... - Monsieur, did you see the
person who took your vehicle?
Yes, absolutely I saw them.
They took the damn thing right in front of me.
They had the audacity to wave as they went away.
A description.
Well, the one...
The white one had a ponytail.
The other, the black one, very worked out.
He must drink a ton of those muscle shakes.
- The car? - Gray Mercedes.
CLS550.
License plate,
"b" as in "Boy."
"A" as in "Apple."
Please. Just say the letters.
Right, okay.
B-A-2-0-4-T...
R.
God knows where they are now, and what they've done to my car.
Woman: Ladies and gentlemen,
our fundraising efforts have once again exceeded our goals,
allowing us to continue to help needy people
in every country on earth.
I now have the distinct pleasure
to introduce the man behind all this good work.
Our chairman, Dr. Justin Sperry.
Thank you.
Good afternoon, friends. Isn't this a glorious day?
I'm sure you all feel terrific.
You know why?
Because it feels good to do good.
We've saved thousands and thousands of lives
by delivering everything from basic medical care and immunizations
to advanced prosthetics and sophisticated surgical procedures.
Facial reconstruction, spinal fusions...
Right on schedule.
Aram: One of the physician volunteers
for the Sperry Medical Foundation
was just arrested by NigerianCustoms
for trying to smuggle $22 million in bonds
held by one of Mr, Reddington's Shell Corporations.
Oh, man, it is all over the news.
"Sources allege that the charity's a front
"to bypass inspections and move contraband between borders.
"The chairman of the foundation is Dr. Justin Sperry,
"and he is the keynote speaker at today's Charity Gala."
I... excuse me, ladies and gentlemen.
This is part of Isabella Stone's Campaign against Reddington.
She's killed others because they worked for Reddington.
If Sperry does, too, discrediting him may not be all she has planned.
Get a SWAT team and get to that event, now.
And he's on the move. It's time.
That's them, 100%.
Pony tail, muscle shake.
D'accord, Monsieur Bloom.
We'll need your passport again for some paperwork,
and you should have your car right away.
I can't thank you enough.
And I apologize in advance.
Drop it. Please.
And would you do me the courtesy of sliding it over?
Lovely.
Unlock it.
Reddington? Uh-uh, uh-uh.
Stratos.
I knew you'd come.
Time to go, my friend.
Agent Keen, FBI.
Great. You're here to arrest him now?
You're too late. He's gone.
I'm not looking for Dr. Sperry.
I'm looking for this woman, Judith Pruitt.
I don't understand. Judy is the only one that was nice.
Everyone else walked out. Some people stormed.
They said the most horrible things about Justin,
- after all the good work he's done. - Do you know where she went?
Did she say?
- She's with him. - She insisted.
She said he shouldn't be alone, so she followed him home.
- He can drive? - Of course not.
He uses a service.
It picks him up and takes him where he needs to go.
Let me look at you.
I'm gonna get you out of here.
I can't make it. Yes, you can.
Red, go. You have to go now.
No, no. We're not leaving you here.
We need to move.
He won't survive the escape.
He's right.
Red, I won't make it.
Just give me a gun.
It's okay.
If we go now, we can make it.
Please go.
It's okay. Go.
Whatever happens, whatever you do,
just know your children will be cared for
and your honor is intact.
Raymond. No.
Aram, we just touched down. We're heading to you now.
Where are we on the case?
Okay, we have a lead on Isabella Stone
and the man we believe to be her next target,
the chairman of the Sperry Medical Foundation,
on their way to his home in Falls Church right now.
Okay, well, what did the doctor say?
Can you text me an address?
Sending now along with satellite imagery of the property.
Agent Keen and a team are en route.
All right, well, please call me when he gets out, then.
Have you called ahead? Aram: Yes.
And Sperry's a paraplegic with a live-in nurse.
I've tried calling a bunch of times, but no one's picking up.
Keep trying. What's her name?
Gretchen! Gretchen!
I don't think she's in any condition to hear you now.
She has quite the drinking problem.
My friend, Mr. Murphy, took the liberty of letting himself in
when she was at the dry cleaners picking up your suit today.
Slipped a little something into her Brandy.
I don't understand. What do you people want?
Nothing that's not well within your skill set, Dr. Sperry.
All we want is for you to tell the truth.
Charlotte.
Cooper: I told you we'd handle stratos.
Yes, well, you failed.
Breaking him out was never our intention.
I did what I thought was necessary.
And now he's dead.
A man you said would do anything to protect you.
Isabella Stone.
She used the bonds to expose your involvement
in the Sperry Medical Foundation.
I'm told you have a location.
Correct. Keen, Ressler and Navabi are in pursuit.
I need to speak with her the moment she's detained.
That's not gonna happen.
I wasn't asking permission.
Hey, I stood by you.
Signed off on cases that are increasingly personal to you.
I have done that over the objections of both agents I respect
and superiors I answer to.
So before you start telling me what is it you want...
Maybe we shouldn't have gone there, Raymond.
You keep putting yourself in more and more danger every year.
Every day.
And people are dying all around you.
I don't know how to respond to that.
I'm not going to read this.
This is nonsense. Isabella: Is it?
Because my source was quite certain
that Reddington has donated millions to your foundation.
You have no proof. Isabella: But we do.
Our sources provided us with a boringly large number
of financial documents detailing wire transfers between
Reddington's Shell Companies and the Sperry Medical Foundation
And the rest? This allegation that we've acted as some sort of
personal courier for him to move contraband?
That's a disgusting lie.
And you know as well as I do
that those bonds were planted in my doctor's suitcase.
Which is why I am so glad
that I can count on people buying into appearances.
Cubic zirconia.
But the bonds are just not damning enough.
I so need your cooperation.
- Forget it. I won't do it. - You will.
And I urge you to be convincing.
After all, your life depends on it.
To enter the water strapped into that wheelchair.
The last tragic act of a desperate man,
his charity exposed
as being part of an underground Shipping Cartel
for a notorious criminal.
Nobody's going to believe this.
I think they will.
Trust me, Dr. sperry.
No matter how Sterling your reputation,
people will believe the most awful things.
All right! All right! All right! All right.
I'm glad we're on the same page.
Let's get started.
Ladies and gentlemen.
Those of you who have been kind enough
to support the Sperry Medical Foundation
in the past with your contributions,
and especially the brave and skilled physicians
who have selflessly volunteered their services,
I owe you all a heartfelt apology and a confession.
For decades,
I have not only accepted millions of dollars from Raymond Reddington,
a known criminal,
but have deliberately subverted our stated mission,
using our access to various host-nation...
Help! Help!
FBI! Hands! Let me see your...
Samar: Who are you working for?
Who contracted you to go after the people working for Reddington?
You should be thanking me.
- For what? - For targeting him.
- Hurting him. - The name.
Unless I'm mistaken, Reddington is on your most wanted list.
Samar: And to get him, we need to get the people close to him.
The person who hired you knows who those people are.
See, you want to hurt Reddington.
We want to capture him.
Seems like we both want the same things.
I can assure you we do not.
Well, you're looking at life in prison.
So, maybe you help us, and we'll help you.
I can help you.
But I'm never gonna do that.
I was relieved to hear about Justin.
He's a good man.
Is there any truth to Stone's allegations?
Only insofar as I have made
substantial anonymous contributions to his foundation.
But there have never been any strings attached.
I consider Justin to be a Saint.
Or as close to a Saint as one can be in this world.
You know him?
I met him a decade ago in west Africa.
The who and the Gabonese Ministry of Health
had declared a hemorrhagic fever outbreak
in the Ogooue-Ivindo Province.
I happened to be in the area transporting...
Materials to the Congolese border
when we ran into an improvised roadblock
of broken crates and rusty barrels.
I ordered my men to clear the road,
and out steps this young, skinny kid,
fresh out of Harvard Medical School.
Justin hadn't yet lost the use of his limbs,
although even then,
he was showing early signs of the ALS
that would eventually claim his mobility.
But he was fearless.
A lion.
He demanded to commandeer our convoy
in order to transport refugees to Ekata.
He was unarmed.
I had a security detail of a dozen
International Battle-Hardened Mercenaries.
What did you do?
In the face of that kind of...
Will...
I re-organized my cargo and complied with his demands.
What progress have you made with Isabella Stone?
None. She won't cooperate.
If someone hired her to come after you, she won't say who.
The truth will out. It always does.
What is this? For Agnes.
Ah! It's beautiful.
You'll find your time with her goes by too quickly.
That's why cuckoo-clocks are perfect.
I don't really care what time it is,
I just want to hear the bird sing.
Your brother?
He's fine.
But he might not have been.
I should have been there.
You were working.
Whether Reddington is involved or not,
it's your job.
He's my brother.
I should have been there.
Richard: When I went into his room,
there was a little light on.
Like a night light, enough to get around.
Police officer: And you had a knife at that time?
Richard: Yeah.
When I came in through the kitchen, there was a thing there.
That holds knives. By the oven.
I grabbed one.
Police officer: Did you put the knife in your pocket?
Richard: Yeah. Didn't need it.
When I walked up to him, he was sleeping there.
Like a doll or something.
Hey, babe, you know, I was thinking about your dad
and you're right. We should just let it lie.
I don't think that there's any reason for us to look into your past.
Yeah. About that...
Honey, these are police reports.
What do those have to do with your dad?
They don't. They're about me.
Who is that?
Tom: That's Richard game.
The man who murdered me.
When I picked him up, he sort of looked at me a minute.
Like maybe he knew me.
Then he started slapping or hitting.
So I put my hand over his mouth.
Guess he was trying to fight.
Isabella, we have much to talk about.