People love to decry big brother the NSA, the government listening in on their most private lives, yet they all willingly go online and hand over the most intimate details of those lives - to big data.
Most people don't care that Google knows their search history.
RRRaymond 'Red' Reddington
They know more than that. They know your habits, the banks you use, the pills you pop, the men or women you sleep with. Every piece of information is worth something to somebody. And in the hands of the wrong person, that could be deadly.
He's a tracker by trade, but his methods are thoroughly modern. He's made an art of combing through cyberspace, finding the status updates, financial records, and location blips that virtually everyone leaves behind in the modern age.
Oh, here and there, out and about. You know women. I can only imagine how dearly you must be missing her after all these years, huh? So I made you a little something to remember her by. You see I'm gonna do to your wife what you did to my daughter. I'm gonna send her back to you piece by piece by piece.
What you're telling me is we have totally lost control of the situation. Reddington and the witness are gone. Berlin: gone. Red's wife: gone. Can any of you tell me one thing that we've got going for us at this point?!
Revenge isn't a passion. It's a disease that eats at your mind and poisons your soul. I attended summer camp with this little stick of a girl Twila Stansberry. Hell of an athlete, capture the flag. Had an unrelenting passion for fitness. Never skinny enough. A pound here, a pound there. Ran like a deer. Until she couldn't could barely walk. Turns out she was anorexic. The disease caused her to lose her sight. I've never known anyone more obsessed with their body than Twila. Spent her entire life chasing something that destroyed her. Make sure your passion isn't your sickness.
I almost gave up looking for you. You were like a ghost for 12 years. Heard rumors. And I followed them from Barcelona to Melbourne to Stockholm, but always nothing. Until one day I made a connection: Elizabeth Keen. That's why we're sitting here today...because of Keen. I know you care for her as much as you care for your wife. I think underneath it all, under that hat of yours, you're not much different from, uh, Twila Stansberry. You have the power to destroy me, but you're offering me a way out because you're blinded by passion. Guess we both are.
You know what? I don't have time! And yet you've had me waiting out there for over 45 minutes! Do you know the vending machine is broken? It's as if you enjoy making people miserable!
George Orwell wrote, "Those who abjure violence can do so only because others are committing violence on their behalf." What a visionary, but, Good Lord, his books are a downer.
There's no country insisting you do your duty. If you kill me, it'll be cold-blooded murder. So, call the Mossad or the C.I.A. or whoever's coming and be done with it.
No. I honored it. I got the others to hold off, but Milos Kirchhoff, Berlin, whatever the hell name he's using He chewed through the leash. I couldn't stop him.
RRRaymond 'Red' Reddington
Well, now your dog is tracking a new scent. Yours.
Do you have a wife, kids? That's what makes it the hardest. A wife and kids. I've been in the intelligence field a long time now. On my orders, 763 men and women have died in service to their country. And there wasn't a grieving wife or mother or husband I didn't either call or visit personally. Thank them for their sacrifice. That's what makes it the hardest. The families. You can't disarm it, can you?
I remember the parades from when I was a young boy, standing by my father, seeing those trucks that went by with the rockets and cannons. Beautiful. And all those men marching as one, saluting at me as one. Our soldiers, our nation. Yuri Gargarin was the first man in space. We were so proud.
Boy, things got nasty in Belgrade, didn't they? It's funny-- up until then, I was aimless, just an ordinary thief, but after Belgrade, I became known as the man who bested the great Ray Reddington.
RRRaymond 'Red' Reddington
You didn't best me, Luther. You butchered and clawed your way into my pockets, and innocent people died in the process.
LBLuther Braxton
You're such a snob, Red. Always considered yourself above the fray with your handmade suits and your fancy wine, your private jets. Do you even drive? You got everybody convinced you're so hard, Red, but I know better. You're soft.
RRRaymond 'Red' Reddington
You're not getting the Fulcrum.
LBLuther Braxton
And how you gonna stop me, Red? Bore me to death with Beethoven? Put me to sleep quoting Nietzsche? Come on. We both know that in order to stop me, you got to have balls. You got to run the gauntlet. And after Belgrade, well that's just not gonna happen. So, tell me-- how are you gonna stop me, Red?
RRRaymond 'Red' Reddington
A wise man can learn more from a foolish question than a fool can learn from a wise answer.
