The Blacklist · Season 1, Episode 9
“No. 16: Anslo Garrick” · Season 1, Episode 9
In this episode: Anslo Garrick (3), Donald Ressler (1)
The concept of a Last Stand sounds so heroically romantic, doesn't it, Donald? But there is a good reason why we didn't see what happened to Butch and Sundance - being riddled by bullets and left to rot under the scorching Bolivian sky does not a sequel make. And if you surmise nothing about me by now, know this: I am going be around for the sequel.
Red, Red, did you really think there was a distance you could cover or a hole deep enough that you could hide in? There is nowhere in this world that I cannot reach you, Red. Fortification be damned. I heard you made yourself some sweet little immunity deal, Red. I heard that you fitted the FBI with strings, and now they hang upon your hip like a hatchet. Not bad. Prudent. But they can't keep you safe from someone like me, Red, someone who sat in blackness for five years. Five years thinking about the pain I was going to inflict on you while slowly breaking your will, your body, and finally your mind. That day is here, my friend. And it will end with your screams, as God is my witness.
I've brought a whole picnic basket to this party. And, little pig, little pig, you are going to let me come in.
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?
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!
We are not going to live through this...
I think we will.
How?
Have you ever sailed across an ocean, Donald...
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.
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