The life you've requested is a bold one, Patrick, full of bold choices, like this one. It would be a shame to learn, after all this time, that you never really had it in you.
S1 E15Unfinished Business
What I possess would lay waste to you and your Alliance.
Yes, and should that information ever become public, there would be no reason for us not to kill you on the spot.
I was once on the island of Ko Ri, free diving in the Andaman Sea. I fell terribly ill, stung by a lionfish. I was dehydrated and in excruciating pain. I had lost all sense of time and place, completely disoriented. But I knew I was dying. So I readied myself for it. And in that moment at death' door, I looked up... And standing over me in the brightness was this landless Moken Sea Gypsy. Just standing there. Smiling. She and her tribe nursed me back to health. Good as new. When I left the island, she kissed me, it was like a burst of sunlight on my cheek. It was... It made nearly dying welling worth it. That's how I feel now.
I met Dr. Sanders here through a mutual friend to discuss a very delicate and underfunded research project. As I recall, the science was awesome, but financially precarious. We did, however, spend a glorious weekend in God's Country with two snow bunnies who were dead ringers for the Swiss Miss Girl.
[Both laugh] And we watched Space Ranger.
Yes. Space Ranger! What a memory.
You don't choose Berlin. He chooses you. And he is coming.
They say he started in the Red Army and then the KGB, and he was notorious for sending off his enemies to the war camps in Siberia. Then, towards the end of the Cold War, some stories began to circulate that his daughter had fallen in love with a dissident. She was captured, imprisoned. But, you see, the Colonel-- he knew his way around. He arranged so she could escape. When the Kremlin found out, they decided to make an example of him, so they sent him off to Siberia to rot away with his enemies. It is said that they could hear him every night praying for his daughter's safety, that she would never be found. And one day, something arrived in his cell. It was a pocket watch he had given his daughter, and inside was a picture of her. And a few months later, something else arrived-- her ear. And then a finger. His enemies sent her back to him piece by piece. No one knows how he did it, but he did-- some say that he carved a knife from one of his daughter's bones-- and slaughtered all the men that had held him captive for so many years. Then he vanished, disappeared. A ghost hunting, searching for the man responsible for his daughter's death. The man you're looking for is not on those photos. The man you're looking for was never on the manifest.
Life is far too important to talk about seriously.
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.
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.
You have a lead.
Lord Baltimore is in town.
Lord Baltimore?
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.
And he has a new target?
Yes. Me.
Who is it exactly that you think I am?
[realizing] You're Mossad. Please don't tell me this is about that little dust-up in Haifa.
That "dust-up" claimed the lives of two agents and a Turkish diplomat.
[laughs] A diplomat? - I had nothing to do with it.
Then you have nothing to worry about.
Oh, you have no idea how I wish that were true. I have tens of thousands of things to worry about. Fortunately, you, my dear, are not one of them.
And why is that?
Because the person you just informed of my capture is going to release me within the hour.
Aren't we confident today?
I'm confident every day.
And I thought we had nothing in common.
Ah, Mr. Reddington, I presume.
Where is she?
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?!
Coffee machine still works.
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.
Your wife is coming apart nicely.
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!
I work at the DMV!
You two out here playing grab-ass in the woods just smacks of something biblical.
Who the hell are you?
I'm the snake in the grass.
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