There’s the cost of living and the cost of dying. Seems you’re paying the price whether you’re coming or going.
“Unfinished Business” · Season 1, Episode 15
In this episode: Dean Winchester (940), Damon Salvatore (715), Sam Winchester (665), Olivia Benson (637), Stephen Fry (608), Narrator (554), Clark Kent (523), Nate (486)
I just got it. Why you wear that hoodie. I've never seen you in anything else. Black hoodie, black jeans, black shoes, always the same. I've been wondering this whole time, but now I finally get it. You don't care. Sure, why not? Silk tie, $6,000 suit. I mean, it sounds pathetic to say aloud, but I actually care. And you know what? That's why I'm a failure. My entire life, I've been an outsider, worried what other people think of me, how I can make them happy, because I needed their approval and their acceptance. But you never cared. The first day we met, there we were, Allsafe's most important clients roaming through the office, and you couldn't care less.
I have lost absolutely everyone, my boyfriend, my best friend, my parents. The only one I have left is my brother, who is an asshole that treats me like absolute shit. But I'm really worried about him right now, and it pisses me off that I'm worried, because I am always worried about him, and he flat-out told me to fuck off. So why do I bother? I don't know. I don't know, I'm afraid this time it's different. I'm afraid he might be dead.
Seems like we're always thinking of ourselves when looking for something that's lost, but we never think much about the lost, whatever, whoever is unable to be found, whether it's a set of keys left somewhere and forgotten, a couple of guys wandering aimlessly in the woods, or someone who's disappeared inside himself. What if that's what they wanted all along? Not to be found.
You're wrong. I don't like being an outsider either. Maybe I'm just good at hiding it.
Why'd you come back? Why aren't you going?
I guess it felt wrong to leave you. Besides, I think you're the only person I know that actually likes me. You were right about one thing. I've known that we're gonna die since we walked out of that gas station and the van was gone. I don't think there's a way out of this for us.
Why do you wanna keep going?
My sister. I have to warn her. I have to at least try. I got her into this mess. Same as last time and the time before that. I've been a horrible brother. I treated her like shit. Least I can do is call her and tell her to run... Maybe she can still escape.
It's time we talked.
I'm gonna tell you a story. A story of a true "Xmas" miracle. This is the tale of a bully and a little bitch. I'm talking about a mean, nasty bully and a scrawny-ass little bitch. This bully would pick on the little bitch every day after school. If little bitch had cash, little bitch got robbed. If little bitch bowed up, little bitch got stomped. Point I'm trying to make here is, this bully owned that bitch like a Lincoln Continental, but something happened to change it all. On this Xmas of our tale, little bitch got lucky with the gifts, see? Something little bitch loved more than anything before family, God, and country was baseball. Loved the shit out of it. Well, on this Xmas morning when he got out of his little bedroom and looked under his little tree, guess what he found. An Easton Magnum aluminum baseball bat. Little bitch grabbed that bat and went right outside to play. Didn't even take the bow off, he was so excited. And there he was on the corner ball field, hitting balls like he was Sammy Sosa when his bully comes up, eyeing that bat. And just as the bully made his way up to him, without any warning bam! Blood. Fuckin' everywhere. Blood on the ground, blood on little bitch, blood dripping down the bow still wrapped around that bat. Little bitch knocked every tooth out of that motherfucker's head. Cracked his skull open, popped his eyeball out on home plate. All because little bitch saw the truth. That bat may have been made to play ball, but that wasn't its purpose. Nuh-uh. In that moment in little bitch's hands, it was there to break this nigga's head open. See, Ms. Krista, we all have a purpose in this world, and it's our lot in life to wait for the cosmos to reveal what that is. But you don't have to look no more 'Cause for you, that day has come. Want to know why? I'm gonna break Elliot and you gonna be my aluminum bat.
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Now before your boy came and went, you were calling me a little bitch? Chill, girl. I didn't take no offense. In fact, this was my bad, 'cause I didn't tell you the whole story. See, I was just explaining your role to you. That you my bat. But that bat ain't the end of the story. Nah. That's where I come in. So after being beaten within an inch of his life by that badass little bitch, the bully woke up in the hospital. It was right then when little bitch walked in like the fucking ghost of Xmas past. Bully sees him and starts crying. I mean, this nigga was scared. He must have thought that boy had come to finish him off. But you know what happened? Little bitch just walked right up to his bully's bed And held his hand. Yep. He held his hand just like so. Real soft and gentle-like. And then he got real close. He looks at his bully, all sniffling and crying. He looked at him and said "I see you now." Little bitch showed up when no one else would. He saw his bully like no one else could and that was all it took. And, Miss Krista, from that moment on, he owned that bully for life. Now, if I want to own Elliot, I don't just gotta break him. Me and Elliot are linked on a spiritual plane. I got to come at him on the same level I find myself, and and breaking him only gets you so far. I gotta break him so I can build him up. I need to wound his soul so I can be the one to heal him. That is how you own a nigga.
OCOlivia Cortez
You know I may work for monsters, but you are one. And you’re the worst kind, because you don’t even know it.
There it is. That sense of dread. It only happens when you cross a line you didn’t even know existed. Maybe that dread is a good thing. After all, when you realize you’ve crossed a line… that means you still had one. When those crossed lines are all behind you, up ahead is only darkness.
Here we go again, off to play the hero. But is that even who we are anymore? You saw what we did back there. We just watched him destroy someone's life and none of us did a thing about it. Rules, morals, parameters they only break if you're broken to begin with. Did we change under pressure, or did this only reveal who we really are? I don't know anymore.
You wanna talk? Let's talk.
How do I know it's you? I didn't see no puff of smoke.
Let's get one thing straight, fuck-face. I ain't no puff of smoke.
Welcome to the party, Mr. Robot.
[Peanuts raises a gun to Mr. Robot's head.]
PPeanuts
Where's your courage now, bitch?
[Robot looks straight at her.]
Right fuckin' here.
This is cute and all, but I gotta be real with you. You're too stupid to do this.
What is it that you think I'm doing, exactly?
Trying to get inside my head.
Oh, I'm already in there.
'Cause there's a method to Elliot's madness, and I think you know what it is.
You wanna know what it is? I'll tell you what it is. He's smart. He's angry. Put those two things together, you stay the fuck out of the way.
You said you wanna own this island and you need my help. So this job interview isn't about my credentials. It's about yours. And like I said, with your operation, I don't know if you could run a White Castle, much less New York. You want me to work for you. It's clear you don't wanna force me into it, which means you gotta start convincing me.
Convincing you?
Let's not play dumb. If she told you about me, I gotta think she told you about Five/Nine. So you know the things I've done, things I've been able to pull off. I'm not someone you push around with a gun. I am the gun. So yeah, you gotta convince me. Because right now, if this is your master vision, do yourself a favor. Go back to that little shaman of yours and shit some more, because you're clearly still full of it.
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