03x03 - Exposed

Episode transcripts for the TV show, "The Following". Aired: January 2013 to May 2015.*
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A brilliant and charismatic, yet psychotic serial k*ller communicates with other active serial K*llers and activates a cult of believers following his every command.
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03x03 - Exposed

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Lily: Mike, put the g*n down.

Don't do this!

She's dead, Luke, mother's dead.

I thought I wore you out last night.

Believe me, you did.

Rise and shine!

Daisy: He will gut us in our sleep if he even suspects that we have our own agenda.

I'll do whatever you want.

Hopkins: It's Mark Gray.

Mark: Go on television by 8:00 tonight, tell the world how you ex*cuted my mother, or Clarke dies.

Looks like your friends did not come through for you.

The dimensions have been carefully calculated.

For what?

To put you in.

[Sirens]

Mendez: Ryan, a video just came through.

My name is Jeffrey Clarke.

I sanctioned an FBI black ops unit led by Agent Ryan Hardy.

People were k*lled.

Gwen: Ryan?

Ryan?

Gwen?

Gwen: Help me.

Help me!

[Gasps]

There you are.

I've been calling you.

Hey. You OK?

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Whoever put Clarke in that box didn't come up with this yesterday.

He's done it before, so search similar M.O.s in the tristate area.

Go back 5 years.

If you don't get a hit, go back 10.

Yeah, got it.

I don't think that box was their first plan.

After we took out their buddy in the autoshop, Mark and his groupies had to improvise.

Meaning they might have slipped up?

I'm betting they left a trail.

That's how we find them, that's how we end this.

Are you ready for the press conference?

Uh, no. I-I don't have time for that.

The allegations were about you and your team.

You don't show up, it looks like we're hiding you.

Look. I've managed to keep a lid on the tableau murders, the Mark Gray connection, but every major network picked up Clarke's confession.

They're gonna ask me if there's any truth to it.

And you'll say no.

Will I be lying?

Gina, you and I've been through a lot.

I will tell you anything that you want to know, but I think we're both aware that there are certain disadvantages to that.

Let's go.

After more than two decades of service to the FBI, Special Agent Jeffrey Clarke was kidnapped and m*rder*d yesterday?

The entire bureau mourns his loss.

He will be missed as a colleague but even more so as a friend.

Ahem.

These are our suspects in the case.

They are a Caucasian couple, late 20s, early 30s.

They should be considered armed and dangerous.

Now we are working tirelessly to make sure that these monsters are brought to justice...

Oh, my God.

How do they have sketches of us?

I don't know.

If we are I.D.ed, I mean, our home, everything that we've worked so hard to protect, that's gonna be gone.

Those drawings look nothing like us, babe.

You're way hotter, and that... that is not my nose.

This is not a joke, Kyle.

I mean, how am I gonna have babies if we're on the run?

Babies?

Are you...

No, I'm not, but I-I want to be.

I promise, I promise we will go home, OK, and when we do, we will have the fattest, happiest babies you've ever seen.

Mendez on TV: Together, I know that we can put...

Mark: Why didn't you guys call me?

We were about to.

Mendez: Thank you for your cooperation. Questions.

[Reporters clamoring]

What's the motive behind this?

I cannot speak to that at this time.

Woman: Agent Mendez, a question over here.

Warren.

Uh, my question's for Ryan Hardy.

I'll be handling the questions today.

No. It's OK. I got it.

Warren: Agent Clarke alleged that you m*rder*d Lily Gray.

Is there any truth to that allegation?

No, there is not.

Special Agent Clarke was under duress and said whatever he needed to say to stay alive.

If I may, he referred to a lawless FBI black op.

These were questions raised in the congressional hearing.

And every single member of my team was fully exonerated.

He's still lying, and... and... and look at those reporters.

They're believing this crap.

Ryan: I think you're losing sight of the real issue here.

Jeffrey Clarke, a man who dedicated his life to protecting you and yours, was taken from his home, taken from his wife, and brutally m*rder*d.

Mark Gray.

He did this.

He is responsible.

Excuse me. Mark Gray is responsible?

He's been spotted?

We believe he's in the New York area and working with these two.

He's a delusional coward and a malicious k*ller... but his days are numbered because I'm coming for him.

If he's smart, he'll turn himself in because the full force of the FBI is about to land on him and his followers.

[Reporters clamoring]

They're such liars.

They're never gonna tell the truth!

I should... I should have just... I should have just k*lled them to begin with.

If you k*ll them, they won't suffer.

Yes, but they'll be dead!

Mark, Mark, please, OK?

Look. Your plan is working.

Look. They're called out on national television.

The more they deny it, the guiltier they look.

Yeah. Maybe you're right. I don't know, but I can't watch this.

[Whispering] He's losing it.

He never had it.

We have to get out of here.

Call Juliana.

She won't like it.

I don't care, Kyle, OK?

You need to talk to her.

Mendez: We didn't discuss revealing Mark's part in all this.

The more people looking for him, the better.

Next time, ask.

I didn't know Anna was here.

She wanted to make her statement today, get it over with.

Just give us a minute, OK?

Promise you we're gonna find the people that did this.

You did this.

What?

Jeffrey and I didn't have secrets.

He was protecting you, lying for you.

Anna, I'm sorry. I...

He d*ed because of you.

Ryan: Somebody tell me we have a lead.

I got something. It's an open case.

Two years ago, NYPD pulled a body from the East River.

In a box?

No box, but her joints were dislocated, and she was contorted.

M.E. said cause of death was asphyxiation after the victim was forced into a small space, and she had the same pithing marks on the base of the skull that Clarke has.

Suspects?

None, but the victim's parents said she was clinically depressed and obsessed with claustrophilia.

PD thinks she solicited someone online to help her bring her obsession to life.

And he took it too far, and he k*lled her.

Get the case file. Let's see who she reached out to online.

Well, PD didn't find any leads when they went through her e-mail history two years ago.

Hmm. I know somebody that can help us.

My gut tells me this is our guy.

Hey.

Oh. Hey, Neil. Sorry for the mess.

The sink is backing up again.

Did you remember to call the plumber?

Where's my dad?

What?

Is dad lying down?

Dad!

Dad!

[Tires squeal]

Are you OK?

No. I'm late.

No. You shouldn't be out here alone.

I-I got to go. Your mother's waiting.

No, Dad.

Mom's gone.

No. She gets angry when I'm late.

I'll... I'll tell her it was my fault, OK?

You've covered for me often enough.

Come on. Come on.

We'll watch some TV.

There. Comfortable?

You gave us a good scare, Mr. Perry.

Is it time for my program?

Oh, yeah.

Almost.

I'm so sorry. There was water everywhere.

God, if anything would have happened to him.

Hi. This is Neil Perry.

My father's nurse Louise didn't show up today.

Neil.

I need you to send a replacement.

Warren: I totally skewered Ryan Hardy.

Inspiring.

Seriously, did you see the look on his face?

He caught Joe Carroll.

He saved, like, a thousand lives.

Most people consider him a hero.

Well, he's clearly hiding something.

Open up, Carl.

Carl!

[Grunt, thud]

Carl, stop screwing around.

We have to get back to the station.

Carl?

Mark: Hi, guys.

I'm here to lodge a complaint.

I just spoke to the dog walker.

Ross and Rachel are fine.

They don't miss me at all.

Babe, they're dogs. They love whoever feeds them.

We need to get out of town.

You're not going anywhere.

Kyle: The FBI has sketches of us.

If they get on to Neil, they could find us.

You're the ones who brought him into this.

Only because your guy got himself k*lled.

Too bad. There's still work to do.

How's Mark?

Deranged.

Keep him happy.

We need him for the end game.

Letting him k*ll Ryan Hardy would really cheer him up.

That's not the plan.

Do I need to remind you what happens if you fail?

Here.

We can't. We have to lie low.

We're on a schedule.

This has to be done.

Just got off the phone with the prosecutor from the Strauss case.

Ryan: Let me guess. I jeopardized the entire case by talking to him without his lawyer present.

He's also pretty pissed you offered him him a plea deal.

I was bluffing. Clarke's life was on the line.

And I made that abundantly clear, but, Ryan, there's a limit to how much I can cover for you.

I know, I know, and I appreciate it.

I got to go.

Oh, hell no.

Good to see you, too, Haley.

How did you know I would be here?

I'm an FBI agent. I like the new look.

Yeah? Well, they frown on lip rings in business school.

What are you doing here?

I need your help.

The last time I helped you, you put a wire on me, you nearly got me k*lled.

A friend of mine was m*rder*d, and I think you can help me find who did it.

The k*ller had another victim, a woman with a fetish about being in small, enclosed spaces.

I don't live in that world anymore.

I sold my club.

But you know people.

We think she reached out to somebody online, somebody local.

The person I'm looking for bent, broke, and twisted my friend until he fit in this box.

He was a good man.

I've heard of a guy.

He considers himself an artist, a craftsman, but I've never met him.

I've never wanted to.

How can I find him?

Wyatt Bailey is a broker.

People with specific needs pay him to get them in touch with people who can meet those needs.

Dark, twisted stuff, mostly illegal.

He'll know how to reach the guy you're looking for.

Thanks, Haley.

Pfft.

Mark: You, you, you, over there.

Now in the chair.

That chair.

Bro, what the hell?

I'm making a statement.

Yeah. Does it say, "Come arrest me"?

[Whimpering]

The press has been mindlessly repeating the FBI's lies.

It's a disgrace.

The Fourth Estate used to be the cornerstone of democracy.

Mark, I get that you're upset, but these people have nothing to do with what we're trying to achieve here, so let's just k*ll them and get rid of the bodies before anyone misses them.

First, they need to suffer.

The media's part of the cover-up, and they need to pay like everyone else.

Look. You want to expose the FBI's lies?

Use us. Warren can interview you.

He was the only one asking tough questions today.

Kyle: Shut up, or I'll rip your tongue out.

No.

That's perfect.

Using his own propaganda machine against them.

Uh, I'm not really camera ready, but I'll... I'll be right back.

Mark!

What about this?

That will have to wait.

Why can't our boy Wyatt conduct business someplace nice, like a day spa?

[Gasps]

Master?

Mike: Hey, hey.

Unh!

How come you were so mad at Mark before?

Are you his followers?

Heh.

We're not anybody's followers, sweetheart.

Mark: Ready!

Let's do it.
Daisy.

What?

I don't know how to work that thing.

Don't look at me.

TV remote's as complex as I get.

Fine.

Kyle: Whoa, whoa. Bad idea.

Relax. She won't do anything, will you?

No.

Just, um, yeah.

All right. Ready, Warren?

Uh-oh.

I think I broke Warren.

[Gagging]

Guess you're gonna have to do everything.

We're looking for a friend of yours, likes to put people in boxes.

I want a lawyer.

No, you don't.

You want to talk to us.

Forget it. I got nothing to say to you.

Wrong answer.

Max: Guys, hey. Guys.

What are you doing?

Providing motivation.

So you're a real pro at giving pain.

How are you at taking it?

Max: Guys.

You're not gonna do anything to me, man.

Oh, yeah. Sure, sure. Keep thinking that.

Max: Ryan, Ryan! No.

So what do you think?

Hands first or feet first?

No.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Max: Stop it! Stop. Wait. Back up, Ryan. Back... Wait.

Listen to me.

They're not bluffing.

They will hurt you.

Do us both a favor and start talking.

I can't. He'll k*ll me.

He will never know that you talked to us, I promise.

I promise.

I don't know his name.

I never met him face to face, but I have an E-mail address.

Good.

Oh. It's perfect.

My best work for my best customers.

Your dad must be so proud the way you've kept the shop going.

Mendez on TV: It's of the utmost importance that we get the word out.

It's been hard, but it's worth it.

Oh. I almost forgot. One more thing.

Mendez on TV: I assure you all calls are confidential.

[Whimpers]

Good?

Sure.

Max.

OK. I have no problem playing good cop/bad cop but only if it's just playing.

I can't cover up anything else.

I won't.

Mike: Hey. The E-mail's IP address was traced back to a building in Queens.

Ryan: Let's go.

It's not the optimal enclosure, but the size is right.

Billy will be disappointed of course, but that's not a bad thing.

Children are so coddled these days.

No one ever says no to them.

They lack discipline.

Thankfully, I had a father who knew how to raise a child right, and believe me, it wasn't easy.

I was a willful boy.

[Grunts]

Had to be taught how to behave.

[Whimpering]

Today, they'd label it abuse, but he did it out of love.

He took care of me.

[Crying]

That's why it hurts me so much to see you mistreat him.

[Crying]

Perfect.

[Whimpering]

And so it begins.

Mike, check around back!

Come on, Max.

[Cries, screams]

Neil: Don't worry.

This will only hurt for a second.

[Crying]

[Glass shatters]

[Pithing needle clangs]

[Louise crying]

Hey, Dad. We're going on a little trip, OK?

Your mother doesn't like trips.

Uh, she's not coming.

It's just us.

A little father-son time.

Sir... your father's in no condition to travel.

Uh, do you mind if we talk about this in private?

Of course.

What's the problem?

Unh!

Mr. Perry: Neil.

Neil, I'm thirsty.

We'll have to grab something on the way.

But I'm thirsty now.

W-Wait! The program's not over!

Sorry, Dad. We got to go.

Take it easy.

Oof! Easy!

That's not our car.

It's new.

Nice.

Watch it. Let's get in.

[Sirens]

Come on. Here we go.

There you go. Get your legs up.

[Sirens continue]

[Tires squeal]

[Police radio chatter]

Max: Clear.

Man: Clear!

Different man: Clear!

I got a body.

Flood the area with cops.

Yeah.

He can't be far.

House is clear.

I'm really thirsty.

I'm sorry, Dad.

We'll stop when we can.

They have to pay for murdering my mother in cold blood.

Why not just k*ll them?

The world needs to see them for who they really are.

[Cell phone vibrating]

And who are they?

Everyone thinks that Ryan Hardy's such a hero, but he m*rder*d my sister Giselle.

Hello?

It's me.

You shouldn't be calling me.

And you shouldn't have involved me.

Now I've got heat all over me, and I have to go away, but when I can, I'm going to pay you and your husband a visit.

Neil.

Mark: And then they took my mother and my brother Luke.

What did they do to your brother?

Neil's got heat on him, and he blames us.

I understand why you're doing this, but...

How'd they find him?

I don't know. He hung up before I could ask.

Why are those two helping you?

They believe in me.

Then why did he laugh when I asked if they were your followers?

Is that true?

Is that true?

No. She's lying.

Daisy: Mark, she's just trying to mess with your head, OK?

Kyle: Damn it.

Agh!

[Locks clack]

Help! Help me!

Help!

[Banging on window]

Help! Help me!

Aah! Help!

Nice try.

[Whimpers]

Ohh!

You k*lled her?

We weren't finished.

What, are you kidding?

What are you doing with this?

What are you really up to?

It's a present for you.

It was supposed to be a surprise.

Kyle: We knew you were upset about the press conference.

We wanted to do something nice, so we got you Max Hardy's address, the code to her alarm system so you can k*ll her.

When the time is right.

I'm sorry I doubted you.

And I-I shouldn't have acted out like I did without talking to you first.

It's OK.

I can only imagine how painful this is, and we just want you to know that we're here for you, OK, whatever you want.

Thank you.

Ahem. Would... would you mind bringing her downstairs?

Why?

So we can finish the interview.

No sign of Neil yet.

We got BOLOs up around the area.

OK.

Think he'd use his dad as a hostage?

I don't think so.

Neil cared about his father.

He hired a nurse to take care of him.

His father had dementia.

Yeah? So what?

A lot of dementia patients wear a GPS tracker so the families can find them if they wander off.

Bingo.

We should get something for your mother.

She's not coming, Dad.

She'd love an egg cream.

Y-Y-You think they have one of those?

No. And we have to get back on the road, so I need you to pick something to drink.

You like that?

Good.

[Beeping]

[Indistinct chatter]

[Beeping]

There's the car.

They're close.

Ha ha ha!

[Beeping]

Ryan!

This way.

[Cash register beeping]

[Receipt printing]

Dad, we got to go.

What about my soda?

We... we have to pay for it.

Wait. Is this a game, huh?

I used to be great at hide-and-seek, but not anymore.

You always find me.

What?

I got to get this.

Unh! Wha?

There we go.

Should be right here.

I don't see him.

Hey! Come here!

Where'd you get that?

The man outside gave it to me.

I'll be right back.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Where are you going?

[Groaning]

Dad.

What'd you do?

Nothing.

You k*lled him.

No. You're confused, Dad.

You know me.

I wouldn't hurt anyone.

You know that. I'm your son.

No. You're... you're not.

You couldn't be!

Dad, we have to go now.

Don't touch me! Don't touch me!

We have to go, Dad, please. Shh.

[Screaming]

Help! Help!

Please, please, Dad.

[Screaming]

Ryan: FBI!

Get down on the ground!

Do not move!

Help!

Ryan: Get out of that car!

Out of the car now!

[g*nsh*t]

[Grunts]

[Sniffling and grunting]

[Screaming]

[Horn honking]

That's him.

Ryan.

[Tires squealing]

Let's go, let's move.

Drop it! Drop the g*n!

Come on, Neil.

Drop the g*n. Doesn't have to end like this.

Just give us Mark and his followers, and we can make a deal.

Your father needs you, Neil.

He's not gonna make it without you.

He hates me... because of you.

No, no.

I can take you to him.

He forgives you.

Liar.

Unh!

Luke was always the confident one.

After he got sh*t, I-I lost myself for a while, but Andrew helped me get back, and then Daisy and Kyle showed up.

And they take care of me.

[Thinking as Luke] Don't be too sure about that, bro.

They're up to something.

Keep an eye on them.

Ryan: Jeffrey Clarke was many things... an exemplary agent, good friend.

He believed in honor, justice, but most of all, he believed in family because without each other, we are nothing.

His death should be a reminder to us all that there is evil in this world and that we cannot falter in the face of it, but we also can't let it infect us.

We have to rise above, no matter how hard that may seem.

How to Destroy Angels: ♪ It's the glare from the reflection ♪
♪ Making patterns in your... ♪

What the hell are you doing?

You missed Clarke's ceremony for what?

To hunt Mark?

That's what you really think of me?

Clarke d*ed because what I did.

♪ Seconds slipping by ♪

So how can I face them down there?

How can I look at Anna?

Come here.

♪ I don't think I can ♪
♪ Save myself ♪
♪ I'm drowning here ♪
♪ Please, anyone ♪

We're all responsible.

♪ I don't think I can ♪

Thanks.

♪ Save myself ♪
♪ I'm drowning here... ♪

I got to go.

OK.

See you later.

♪ I don't think I can ♪
♪ Save myself ♪
♪ I'm drowning here ♪
♪ Please, anyone ♪
♪ I don't think I can ♪
♪ Save myself... ♪

You hungry? You want to get some food?

No. I'm good.

Do you want to be alone? I can go back to my place.

No. Stay.

OK.

I mean permanently.

I mean move in with me.

Is this because of what happened to Anna and Jeffrey?

You want to keep an eye on me?

I should tell you to run.

I should tell you to get as far away from me as you can, as far away from this v*olence that surrounds me, but I-I can't do it.

I know it's selfish, but losing you, that would destroy me.

I love you.

I love you, too, but I need you to promise me something.

Anything.

No secrets.

If we're living together, that wall that you have up has to come down.

Can you do that?

Yeah.

Yeah, I can.

[Vocalizing]

Aah!

Whoa! Whoa, whoa!

It's me.

I, um... I guess I'm a little jumpy.

Yeah.

What are you doing here?

I looked for you after the ceremony.

I couldn't find you.

Sorry. I just needed a little time alone.

Right. Well, alone time is over.

I've come to take my lady to dinner.

Sounds good.

Too bad.

Could have had fun with her.

We're not here for that, remember?

Right. Let's get this done then.
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