“Unfinished Business” quotes from Criminal Minds

Anslo Garrick

I've brought a whole picnic basket to this party. And, little pig, little pig, you are going to let me come in.

Anslo Garrick

Red. Do you remember that Road Runner cartoon where the Coyote makes the mountain of TNT and gunpowder barrels?

And blows himself sky-high? Yes, Anslo. Is that what you're doing out there? Is this to be mass suicide by explosion, I hope?

Anslo Garrick

No. We'll be fine out here, Red. But with these charges rigged to blow inward, I can't say the same about you. It's no matter. I intend to thoroughly torture the hell out of whatever's left of you. [Garrick beats his head on the glass] Oh, come on! Play with me!

Donald Ressler

We are not going to live through this...

I think we will.

Donald Ressler

How?

Have you ever sailed across an ocean, Donald...

Donald Ressler

No.

...on a sailboat, surrounded by sea with no land in sight, without even the possibility of sighting land for days to come? To stand at the helm of your destiny. I want that, one more time. I want to be in the Piazza del Campo in Siena. To feel the surge as 10 racehorses go thundering by. I want another meal in Paris, at L'Ambroisie, at the Place des Vosges. I want another bottle of wine. And then another. I want the warmth of a woman and a cool set of sheets. One more night of jazz at the Vanguard. I want to stand on the summits and smoke Cubans and feel the sun on my face for as long as I can. Walk on the Wall again. Climb the Tower. Ride the River. Stare at the Frescos. I want to sit in the garden and read one more good book. Most of all I want to sleep. I want to sleep like I slept when I was a boy. Give me that, just one time. That's why I won't allow that punk out there to get the best of me, let alone the last of me.

As of this moment, the only target on the Blacklist is Raymond Reddington.

We could've killed you. I don't mean today. I mean any day. I mean every day for the past two decades. But we don't. We know what you have, Ray. And we know what'll happen to it if you turn up dead. So we do nothing. We let you live. And in exchange, we we trust that our secret remains secret.

Nothing has changed.

Oh, no. I'd say everything's changed. Everything changed the minute you surrendered to the FBI. Did you think we wouldn't know? Maybe you wanted to change our arrangement. Maybe you thought you could turn yourself in and, uh, find some new friends to protect you. Maybe you plan to expose us.

No.

What have you told, Ray?

Nothing.

Then what the hell are you doing here?

My reasons have n-nothing to do with you.

Well, I hope so. I really do. Because I've always liked you, Ray. You're a pain in my neck, but I like you. Just know this: you were walking in the park this morning. We could've taken you then. Instead, we dragged you from the safety and security of the bed you're now sharing with new friends. Why would we do a thing like that? To make it abundantly clear there's nowhere you can go, there's no one you can trust to keep you from us.

Anslo Garrick

Just you and me again, Red. Just like the old days.

Oh, give it a rest. We both know Fitch won't let you finish it.

Anslo Garrick

That's as may be. But you know what I can do, though, Red? I can find Lizzie. I can hurt her. I can make her suffer. And when I'm finished, I can kill her. Sometimes you just have to take what you can in this crazy world. Guess who taught me that, Red. You did. What? No smart quips? No? You're not actually feeling something, are you, Red?

Regret.

The suspense is killing me.

See, George, I suffered my share of pain as a child courtesy of the one person in this world who was supposed to protect me. I found it inconceivable that a person could hurt someone who they claim to love -- and not just hurt, but torture repeatedly. But then, one day, I realized she wasn't experiencing pain. It was the opposite. She was actually experiencing pleasure. See, George I believe that the only way that an abuser can truly understand the experience of the victim is to have that experience themselves. And that's what you're doing here today, George. And that's what mother is here today for, too -- so she never forgets what I experienced all those years. And now you will never forget what your wife experienced all those years.

Elizabeth Keen

Step away from him!

Why should I? Do you have any idea what this man has done? This man is a monster!

Elizabeth Keen

That may be, but killing him isn't gonna solve anything.

Tell that to his wife. We don't have the luxury of your simple morality. Talk to me when you've been a victim.

If you had come to me, I could have helped you. We could have avoided all of this. But now we can't.

They threatened my family.

Of course they did. Newton, I'll take care of your family, whatever they need.

My wife...she has no idea. If you could make it look like an accident, for her.

Look out at the water. Just look out at the water.

There you are. What the hell happened to you? You just leave me stranded with that awful Algerian! He's been hitting on me for 20 minutes.

Sir, this is a secure area.

[to guard] Well, not secure enough if you ask me, sister. You know what? Why don't ask Rasil? We wouldn't even be here if it weren't for that troublemaker. Always an agenda with him. Cultural attache. Culture, my ass. [Points at Lizzy] The things I do for this one. [to Lizzy] Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Gallivanting around the globe for you little assignations with you know, hmm-hmm. [to guard] Carrying her furs and bikinis as if I wouldn't rather be back in Dutchess County my shelties. [to Lizzy] Hey, don't take anything for granted. Everything you have was bought and paid for by your boyfriend. [to guard] Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Do you have any idea who's horn this tramp is blowing? Let's just say it starts with Bashiar, and ends with Assad, gassing you faster than a Sunni. So let's get her out of the hot seat and into a limo. Good God, crumbs up!

What?

Your cummerbund. Pleats up. You look like Bob Yashimura in eighth grade swing choir. It's upside down.

Oh god, that hurts!

Elizabeth Keen

What the hell was that?

I don't know, it just felt so right in the moment.

It was Christmas Eve. I pulled off to the side of the road, seemed like it'd been snowing for days. No traffic. No cars to come help. Just me and a car full of gifts. It was more than 20 year ago. I must have walked four miles. Five, maybe. It was so still. Just cold and white. The whole time all I could think about was them in our house. The warm light in the windows. The smoke from the chimney. The sound of my daughter at the piano. The smell of the tree, and the fire, oyster stew on the stove. I was so upset to think that I'd ruined Christmas for them, being late, leaving the gifts in the car. But the closer I got, the more I realized how funny the whole thing was. How much they'd love the story. Daddy running out of gas. How every Christmas they'd get such joy from telling that story at my expense. And then finally, I got there, I walked... I walked through the door. And there was just blood. All I saw was blood. All there was was blood. I can... I can still smell the nape of her neck. Feel her little... fingers on my cheek. Her whisper in my ear. That's why I didn't show up in Florence. It's why I haven't shown up in a lot of places over the years.

Elizabeth Keen is not your wife; she’s your target.

In feudal Japan, one warrior's transgression against another was measured by the code of bushido. For your sins against me, I require ritual seppuku. You will disembowel yourself to my satisfaction. I will give you 60 seconds to put that sword into your stomach and begin cutting. Do that, and it is you alone. Or I will run you through myself...and take your whole family.

Well, you want me to bring her in, there's gonna be a fee, and it's gonna cost you double.

Oh? Why is that?

'Cause I don't like you. And that hat makes your head look funny.

The pot meets the kettle at last.