The Blacklist

Donald Ressler:
[bleeding out from a gunshot wound] Why save me?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Because that's what you do when someone's dying in front of you.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
You can't judge a book by its cover. But you can by its first few chapters, and certainly by its last.

Donald Ressler:
We are not going to live through this...

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
I think we will.

Donald Ressler:
How?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Have you ever sailed across an ocean, Donald...

Donald Ressler:
No.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
...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.

Diane Fowler:
[Red has escaped from Garrick and is on the lam] As of this moment, the only target on the Blacklist is Raymond Reddington.

Fitch:
[Speaking to Red] There's no one you can trust to keep you from us.

Elizabeth Keen:
Did you know a presidential commission was looking into the attacks?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
It's time for us to move.

Elizabeth Keen:
If they do their job, if they look for the truth, this could all end.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Lizzie, we have to move, now.

Elizabeth Keen:
The Cabal. They found us.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Worse.

Elizabeth Keen:
What could be worse than that?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Not what, who. Wendigo.

Elizabeth Keen:
Wendigo? Who's that?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
The myth of a nameless assassin. And he's coming for you.

Elizabeth Keen:
This Wendigo, if he doesn't work for the Cabal, who does he work for?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
No one. He's not for hire. Wendigo is the embodiment of vigilante justice. He identifies, hunts, and kills targets he deems unfit for society. Some believe he's ex-Special Ops because his presence is felt, but never seen. Whatever his history, apparently you've caught his attention.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[looking for information from Wendigo's gunsmith] Would you look at that? .416 Rigby Mauser.

[Red takes a rifle off the wall, checks the bolt, and laughs to himself]

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
And fully loaded, no less. An African bull elephant weights 14,000 pounds, and this can bring one down. I happened upon one of those magnificent creatures in the Zambezi valley, and one of these came in quite handy.

Elizabeth Keen:
You shot an elephant?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Lord, no.

[Red aims the rifle at the gunsmith]

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
I shot the poacher that was about to kill the elephant.

Tom Keen:
You don't choose Berlin. He chooses you. And he is coming.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
I have an urgent case.

Elizabeth Keen:
[to Cooper] He'll have to tell it to someone else.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
That's not going to work.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
This is a copy of Tom's code-book. It was used to pass information between Tom and his superiors. I had my associate, Borakove, decode it. There's surprisingly little about myself and my organization, but it contains speculation about our cases and a great deal about you. I suggest you use some discretion as to how you disclose any of it.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[Keen ignores Reddington] It's an olive branch, Lizzy.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
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.

Dr. Bruce Sanders:
[Both laugh] And we watched Space Ranger.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Yes. Space Ranger! What a memory.

Dr. Bruce Sanders:
Cullen is the instrument of the apocalypse. The five horsemen are coming. And they will bring death and destruction unlike any...

Elizabeth Keen:
There are four horsemen.

Dr. Bruce Sanders:
There are five! This I know.

Harold Cooper:
That's five victims.

Donald Ressler:
Five horsemen.

Aram Mojtabai:
That's a great band name.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
What are they gonna do to me that hasn't been done before? Kill me? None of it is worse than loosing you. Please excuse the gun. I'd hate for them to think we were in cahoots.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
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.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[after surrendering to the FBI and watching Belin's fly overhead in flames] Now it begins.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Meera was a casualty in a war that she didn't even know she was fighting.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[Pointing his weapon] You must be the one they call Berlin.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[Speaking to Liz] The man who killed Paul Wyatt wasn't trying to make a point. He was trying to make a sale. His name is Dr. James Covington. A few years ago, he was considered one of the top cardiothoracic surgeons in the country. Now he runs an illegal organ transplant ring. His operation, if you'll indulge the term, is one-stop shopping for anyone who needs a life-saving organ transplant but who can't or doesn't want to go through conventional channels.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Slushee?

Elizabeth Keen:
Pass.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Oh my gosh. You have no idea what you're missing. Try a grapefruit gusher. It's just like you today. A little sour.

Samar Navabi:
Where I come from, fear is the only deterrent.

Aram Mojtabai:
I'm from Delaware. No, I'm- I'm just saying. I'm actually half Jewish. Well, a quarter, really. Half Muslim, too, so... but... who's counting?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[Looking at a business card] Mr. Vargas. Sounds like some shady character in a Humphrey Bogart film. I like him already.

Elizabeth Keen:
So, you know him.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Know him? [Shaking his head] Oh my gosh. I once shared a ride with the man on a twin engine prop from Port au Prince to Baracoa. We had to counter weight the plane with three containers of Russian RPG's just to accommodate his girth.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
BB, you don't look well. Are you alright? Let me guess. Irregular heartbeat? Shortness of breath? Perhaps a little tingling in your nether regions?

BB:
What the hell are you doing?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Those drinks you've been enjoying on the house? They weren't from the house. They were from me. I hope you don't mind. I took the liberty of adding a special surprise ingredient. Something to treat any... localized dysfunction you may be suffering. [Points his pinky finger in the air] Has the little man been [Points his pinky finger down] falling down on the job? It's a miracle drug. Not so much for a glutton with a bum heart however. But look on the bright side. You'll die with a *marvelous* erection.

Mr. Vargas:
[Red has just shot Nico] Honestly, how many times have we discussed this?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
What?

Mr. Vargas:
[Places his hand against a stack of pallets for support] You- you *know* I don't like being around the bloody st- [Cant' continue]

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Ohhhh. [Steps in front of Nico's body to block it from Vargas' view]

Mr. Vargas:
I need to be allowed to leave the room before the blood. You know I don't have a strong constitution.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[to some men next to Vargas] Give him his seat. He's gonna faint.

Elizabeth Keen:
Where is Naomi Highland?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
In safe hands.

Elizabeth Keen:
What does even mean? You've already set her up with a cozy new life in St. Kitts or Solvang?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[Horrified] Solvang? I'd never send anyone I care about to *Solvang*.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Lizzie, what do you know about social psychology?

Elizabeth Keen:
It's the study of how our behavior is influenced by the world around us.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Not influenced. Manipulated. In what little time I devote to the judgment your government has made about my character and how I treat my fellow man, I can't help but think about how many of their own citizens they've treated like lab rats in the name of science. I believe this murder in Reston is part of an underground social psychology experiment.

Elizabeth Keen:
Conducted by our government.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Strap on your tinfoil hat, Lizzie.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[Holding a broken stick against Frank's throat while Frank's mistress's dog is sitting at their feet] You make her happy. That is the only reason you're still here. [He nods at Frank. Frank nods back. Then Red tosses the stick and talks to the dog] Go get it, boy. [the dog doesn't move. Red chuckles] City dog.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
I am not your Tom problem Lizzy. Tom is your Tom problem.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
People say youth is wasted on the young. I disagree. I believe wisdom is wasted on the old. All you can do is part with it, but very few will take it, least of all the people closest to you. They want no part of it.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
We're gonna need Mr. Costa's address and maybe some directions. My associate prefers to steal cars that were made before the advent of GPS.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Progress. It's a b*tch.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Agent Keen, I have a tip. You're a winter, not an autumn. Stop wearing olive.

Elizabeth Keen:
You know, I don't have time for this.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
You're not the one who had to listen to that god-awful hold music for seven minutes, which wouldn't have been necessary if you'd take my calls.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
The man you're looking for is named Frederick Barnes, a former defense research scientist out of Arpax Systems in Annapolis. You may not be familiar with his name, but you're likely familiar with his work - biochemical agents such as cytochlorin, black phosphorous, paratoxin. Barnes headed the project team that developed all of them. But he was more than just a research scientist. He was gifted. A savant of government-sanctioned mass killing.

Donald Ressler:
What do you mean "was"?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Five years ago, the man quit his job, sold his house, and entered the free market. Started selling his creations to the highest bidder - autocrats, terrorists, me.

Elizabeth Keen:
Betraying your country and auctioning off its secrets. Where have I heard that before?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[laughs] You wanna compare him to me? Be my guest. I'm perfectly comfortable with what I am. But please, make no mistake - Frederick Barnes is a very special animal. One with the tools and know-how to kill thousands and thousands of people all at once. What he's lacked until now has been the desire.

Donald Ressler:
So what's changed?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Well, that's the question. Barnes has always operated with a certain level of... detachment - always the designer, the seller. Never the delivery agent of his own weapons. But if Barnes is now willing to use his work to kill indiscriminately, then he is, quite literally, the most dangerous man in the world.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Strontium 90 isn't something you can just pick up at your local piggly wiggly. It's a waste by-product of nuclear reactors - toxic, highly regulated. There's only a handful of people in the world who can procure it in sizable quantities.

Donald Ressler:
And let me guess, you happen to know one of them.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Actually, I happen to know three of them. The first of whom was apprehended by Russian authorities last month, the second vaporized by a drone in Quetta, courtesy of your colleagues in the five-sided foxhole.

Agent Meera Malik:
And the third?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Is likely Barnes' supplier.

Harold Cooper:
Cut to it. I want a name.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
I'm afraid it wouldn't do you any good. The FBI has no jurisdiction where he operates. In any case, I've already set a meeting with him for this afternoon.

Elizabeth Keen:
And what makes you think he knows how to find Barnes?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
He knows how to get paid by him. That should be sufficient.

Donald Ressler:
And he's just willingly hand over this information?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
We'll cross that bridge when we get to there, Donald. Look, we're wasting precious time. You want to catch a mass murderer before he strikes again, and for that to happen, I need to catch a plane.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
I'm not a gumball machine, Lizzy. You don't get to just twist the handle whenever you want a treat.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
You know the problem with drawing lines in the sand? With a breath of air, they disappear.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
I can identify the man you're looking for, Lizzy.

Elizabeth Keen:
Okay. Who is he?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Phones are so impersonal. Why don't we meet for show and tell in thirty minutes? Dembe will forward you a location. If you care to hear me out, wonderful. Otherwise, good luck with your case.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Every cause has more than one effect.

Elizabeth Keen:
There is no universe in which I let you stick that thing in his neck.

ND Agent:
Excuse me, we've got a caller into the tip line. Person claims they can id our suspect.

Elizabeth Keen:
[Answering phone] This is Special Agent Keen.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Agent Keen, I have a tip. You're a winter, not an autumn. Stop wearing olive.

Sam:
Shut up and hand me that Snickers bar, would you?

Harold Cooper:
Absolutely not. I'm not give you access to the FBI's ViCAP system.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Then you'll just have to find another criminal to talk to Elizabeth Keen and make fun of Agent Ressler.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
I have no interest in cases that I have no interest in.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
I find it so reassuring. The movie stars, the pop singers, they really are just like the rest of us.

Elizabeth Keen:
You have a suburban housewife printing fake money out of her garage.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Mary is an artist. She has a tremendous gift.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[chuckling] I never tire of being correct.

Elizabeth Keen:
You want me to protect some plastic surgeon who may be linked to a terrorist organization.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Yes.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Abraham! I refer important clients to you, people who are vital to my business. People whose livelihood depends on your confidentiality, and you roll over like a cockapoo wanting his belly scratched?

Elizabeth Keen:
You said this guy was sold!

Abraham Maltz:
Wait a minute.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Some woman who claims to be an FBI agent makes a few ham-fisted threats, and you hand over one of your own clients? That's dirty pool. God forbid, this little incident ever gets back to poor Nathaniel Wolff.

Abraham Maltz:
Red, I don't know what's going on here...

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
What other secrets have you just given away?

Abraham Maltz:
Nothing!

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Who knows about the work I've had done?

Abraham Maltz:
Nobody, truthfully. You know me.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
I brought Christina to you specifically for your discretion and expertise. I assured her you were trustworthy. [to Keen] I'm sorry I was wrong. [to Abraham] Shame on you, Abraham! [to Keen] I know another doctor. Let's go.

Abraham Maltz:
No! Ray! We can make this right. You know me. I would never give out a name of any client.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
I finally had a chance to see her, Sam. There's a fire inside she got from you. She's volatile, unpredictable, soft, and hard, and... soft again. Stronger than she knows. You gave her an incredible gift, Sam. Taking her in and loving her as your own.

Sam:
They've given me six weeks. For what? So I can lay here and watch them take me apart. I wish they'd said six hours. And I told them, I said, "You can get rid of those damn machines. Go monitor somebody who's actually got vital signs." I need to tell Lizzy.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
No

Sam:
I know what we agreed, but before I go I have to tell her.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
I can't let you do that.

Sam:
She deserves the truth.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
You will always be her father, Sam. I can only hope to... love her and protect her as you have.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
It's hard to... not say goodbye. I have lost so many people. Never seems to get any easier.

Tom Keen:
I don't know what I'm gonna say... to my wife. I've been sitting here for I don't know how long, trying to... figure out how to tell her. My wife and her dad, they had something... He took her in when she was four-years-old. Adopted her. And raised her as a single parent. She's gonna be heartbroken.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Yes. It'll undoubtedly take some time. But I'm sure she'll be fine. He'll always be there with her. Standing in the shadows to keep her safe. Laughing with her in the light. Watching through her eyes, all those who get close. He'll always be there. She will be fine.

Tom Keen:
I hope your right.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
I know I am.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[outside the White House with Elizabeth] People think it matters who occupies that house. It doesn't. Multinational corporations and criminals run the world.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Gina Zanetakos is a corporate terrorist. And frankly, she's the best of the bunch.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
You've obviously heard of corporate espionage - companies trying to beat other companies to be the first hand on the dollar. But what if it were taken... a few steps further? In 1982, seven people in Chicago were killed by an over-the-counter drug laced with potassium cyanide. The company's market share went from 35 to 8. It was never determined how the drug was poisoned, but I will tell you someone was hired to do that. Remember those tire recalls? Chernobyl? Deliberate and malevolent actions taken by corporations to protect their vital interests. Nothing happens by chance.

Tom Keen:
[about Jolene] Don't beat yourself up. You could never have known this. You never really know people. Do you?

Elizabeth Keen:
I'm gonna find her. Who she works for. Whoever they are. Whatever it takes. I'm gonna find her.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
It always starts with a favor.

Harold Cooper:
I've known Tom Connolly for two decades. He's had dinners at my house. And when he offered to help me get into that drug trial, it was my only hope.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
It wasn't just your hope, Harold. It was your wife's hope, it was your children's. You were given a terminal diagnosis, and Connolly ends up offering you a choice: your life or your ethics, and you picked your life. What good are ethics if you aren't alive to live by them?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[Speaking to Liz] People love to decry Big Brother, the NSA, 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.

Raymond Reddington:
[to Braxton] I never thought I'd enjoy having *any*thing in my mouth as much as Petty Officer Virginia Sherman. But, this...

[laughing]

Raymond Reddington:
My God! It tastes so good! I hesitate to swallow and I certainly don't wanna spit it out. Oh, what the hell?

[calmly, after a pause]

Raymond Reddington:
I told you so.

The Director:
Do you have any idea who I am?

Raymond Reddington:
[With a chuckle] Yes. I know just what you are. Sit the hell down.

The Director:
I've alerted security.

Raymond Reddington:
You seem younger in person than you appear to be when lurking in the background on television. Are you a swimmer?

Raymond Reddington:
You will make a mistake and when you do I will be there to indulge the undeniable pleasure and the sweet satisfaction of "I told you so"

Madeline Pratt:
Damn you, Reddington!

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
She's breathtakingly unattractive but she's worth over $40 million. The only Vermeer in private hands.

Elizabeth Keen:
That's considered a masterpiece?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Last night, I got up for a scoop of orange sherbet and she caught my eye. I just stood here in the dark squinting at her. Poor thing ruined my appetite. Even after I went back to bed, all I could hear was the hideous music she must be playing. Didn't sleep a wink.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
I'm flattered you think I'm up to it, but thieving is not my strongest suit. Luckily, we have an ace of spades among us. Isn't that right, Agent Keen?

Donald Ressler:
Your father's criminal record didn't show up on you background report. Maybe yours is missing too.

Elizabeth Keen:
I don't have a criminal record.

Donald Ressler:
Because you never committed a crime, or because you were never caught?

Elizabeth Keen:
Yes. I believe my work speaks for itself.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[while waltzing] Lizzy, I know this must be very difficult for you, but we both can't lead.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[to Lizzy] There you are. What the hell happened to you? You just leave me stranded with awful Algerian. He's been hitting on me for 20 minutes.

Embassy Guard:
Sir, this is a secure area.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[to security 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] Gallivanting around the globe for you little assignations with you know, hmm-hmm. [to security 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 security guard] 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!

Embassy Guard:
What?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Your cummerbund. Pleats up. You look like Bob Yashimura in eighth grade swing choir. It's upside down. [Red punches out the security guard] Oh god, that hurts!

Elizabeth Keen:
What the hell was that?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
I don't know it just felt so right in the moment.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
I ran out of gas.

Madeline Pratt:
Huh?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
I was so excited to get home I didn't even both to look. My head was just... I ran out of gas.

Madeline Pratt:
What are you talking about?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
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.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Agent Ressler. Once you cross over, there are things in the darkness that can keep your heart from feeling the light again.

Donald Ressler:
All I feel is hate.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Good. You're gonna need it.

Elizabeth Keen:
A lawyer? How is that gonna help us with this?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Lawyers find and exploit loopholes. It's what makes them so loathsome. And Marvin Gerard is the most loathsome of them all. That's what makes him so invaluable.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
We're not gonna fight our way out of this. We're gonna have to think our way out.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[laughing] Oh, Tommy. What a delightful nod to tradition. I can't tell you how nostalgic it is to see a Russian bureaucrat demonstrating such a time honored absence of work ethic.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[to the Russian ambassador] Reciprocity's a b*tch, right, dahling? Screw the bear, the bear screws back. Batteries not included.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[to Clayton, after tiring of hearing him verbally and physically abusing Carly] You haven't the slightest clue how to speak to a woman, have you? Now, my friend there and I are having a very important discussion, so you just sit tight, enjoy your muffin... [with a small smile and pleasant tone] and if I hear you say anything other than please or thank you to Carly, I'm gonna drag you into the men's room and wash your mouth out with soap. [His smile and pleasant tone now gone] And if that doesn't work, I'll cut your filthy tongue out with that butter knife. [He lets that sink in] That clear enough for you?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[to everyone in the restaurant after shooting the tires and engine of the police car outside, then locking the door] I am *terribly* sorry for the inconvenience, but it appears we'll all be taking an extended lunch. However, if you remain calm and do exactly as I say, I promise, you'll leave here with a rip roaring story to tell your friends and family. Bon appetit! [to a waitress when the restaurant phone rings] Dear, would you mind answering that phone? No doubt it's for me.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[to Liz] That's Polaris. The north star. That's how sailors used to find their way home. When I look at you, that's what I see. I see my way home.

[Christopher Maly jumps through the window, killing himself. Dembe runs over to look, then walks away]

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[Nonchalantly] Okay then. [Walks over to window and looks down]

Elizabeth Keen:
What now? [Red grabs his coat] What are you doing?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Putting on my coat.

Elizabeth Keen:
A man just jumped through the window, there's a body on the sidewalk.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Yes, and your husband, the police and all the king's men will be here soon. If you care to stick around and explain, feel free. I for one will not be in attendance. [Keen grabs coat and heads for the door] Dembe, I'll get her downstairs. After you're finished, grab the pretzels.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Several years ago, it came to my attention that somebody was meddling in my business. To protect myself and my interests I inventoried my vulnerabilities.

Elizabeth Keen:
Me.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Among other. Lizzy, I've been monitoring Tom since he entered your life. About a year ago I discovered that he had purchased three passports from a trusted forger I use in Warsaw.

Elizabeth Keen:
That's it? He bought passports. My husband chose me, he inserted himself into my life because of you.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
I can only assume that's the case.

Elizabeth Keen:
Why? How are we connected?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
That is just a distraction.

Elizabeth Keen:
No! That is all that matters! This is my life! Tell me!

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Right now the only thing that matters is the immediate threat, your husband, finding out who he is and who he works for. The rest will come. I promise you.

Elizabeth Keen:
What?

Dembe:
This paint. What color is it?

Elizabeth Keen:
It's called Chicago Skyline.

Dembe:
[scoffs] Nice.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
And if it doesn't work out with Fadila, I know a ravishing Dane who would adore you. She's slightly cross-eyed, and there's something very hypnotic about her gaze.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Terrifying. You know this artist got his start with puppets? What is it about puppets? It's the same with clowns. I'll never forget a puppet show I saw when I was five, maybe six. Hansel and Grettle.

Christopher Maly/Craig Keen:
Why are we here?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Scared me to death. But it wasn't the witch, it was the oven. Imagine, an oven puppet. Ooh. I don't think I set foot in our kitchen for a month.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[Christopher Maly leaps out the window to his death] Okay then.

Elizabeth Keen:
What now? What are you doing?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Putting on my coat.

Elizabeth Keen:
A man just jumped through the window. There's a body on the sidewalk.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Yes. And your husband, the police and all the king's men will be here soon. If you care to stick around and explain, feel free, but I for one will not be in attendance. Dembe, I'll get her downstairs. After you're finished, grab the pretzels.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Looks like we're a little late to the party. You must be the brother-in-law.

Elizabeth Keen:
Ressler called. I have to step out. He isn't cooperating.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Oh hell, Dembe, get the hacksaw. We're gonna have to take him out of here in pieces.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Monarch Douglas Bank.

Elizabeth Keen:
What?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
The preferred bank of international criminals, dictators, terrorists, hedge-fund managers. They're headquartered here in the U.S., deposits insured by the FDIC, which places them firmly within your agency's jurisdictional bailiwick. They have branches in 63 countries, but their criminal operation is run out of an unassuming little branch in Warsaw, and it is the last place on earth that anyone would ever want to rob. Well, less than 2 hours ago, Monarch's Warsaw branch was assaulted.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Revenge isn't a passion. It's a disease. It eats at your mind, and poisons your soul.

Harold Cooper:
What you're telling 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 got going for us at this point?

Aram Mojtabai:
Coffee machine still works.

Elizabeth Keen:
What was his name?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Gregory DeVry.

Elizabeth Keen:
Were you close?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Gregory was a dear friend, and a brilliant grifter. He made a good living conning con men. Short of George Sanders, I can think of no one I'd rather have pretend to be me.

Elizabeth Keen:
But you killed him.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Gregory had terminal stomach cancer. So at his request, I euthanized him.

Elizabeth Keen:
You manufactured a doppleganger to reclaim your reputation.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
I have many contingency plans in place. This was one.

Elizabeth Keen:
Why not tell us?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
The FBI would never permit me to do the very thing necessary to make the plan work: let everyone escape.

Elizabeth Keen:
So they could spread the word that we're not working together.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Are we working together? The way you were talking before, I wasn't so sure.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
You won't find the girl until you learn to look at this differently.

Elizabeth Keen:
And how should I look at this?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Like a criminal. May come easier than you think. Shall I show you?

Harold Cooper:
The first what?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Name! On the list.

Harold Cooper:
What list?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
It's called the Blacklist. That sounds exciting! That's why we're all here, of course. My wish list, a list I've been cultivating for over 20 years: politicians, mobsters, hackers, spies.

Harold Cooper:
Ranko Zamani's been dead for six years. He's a non-existent threat.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Then a dead man just stepped off United 283 from Munich to Dulles.

Tom Keen:
Are you nervous?

Elizabeth Keen:
No, but I am very late.

[helicopters and black sedans converge]

Donald Ressler:
Agent Keen. Donald Ressler, Washington Field Office. I need you to come with me right away.

Elizabeth Keen:
[hands her husband the cars keys] Babe, I don't think I'm gonna need to take the car.

Harold Cooper:
Do you find it odd Reddington surrendered himself the day you started working as a profiler?

Elizabeth Keen:
I think that it suggests he was waiting for me.

Harold Cooper:
Why you? Specifically.

Elizabeth Keen:
Because I'm new and he thinks I can be easily manipulated. The man obviously doesn't know me very well.

[Reddington has given Keen info on Zamani]

Elizabeth Keen:
And how do you know this?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Because I'm the one who got him into the country.

Elizabeth Keen:
And I'm supposed to believe you?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[laughing] No, of course not! I'm a criminal. Criminals are notorious liars. Everything about me is a lie. But if anyone can give me a second chance, it's you.

[last lines]

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
You've discovered something curious about your husband, haven't you, Lizzy?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[Liz is surprised to see Reddington in Uzkbekistan] Go get cleaned up. We'll have dinner. I know a wonderful little hole in the wall, that's actually in a hole in a wall.

Elizabeth Keen:
What the hell are you doing?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
I'm sorry. It's been a while since I've done one of these. Did I screw up already?

Donald Ressler:
You're not really going to negotiate for Denisov, are you?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[to Liz] You're the one who insisted that our interaction be strictly professional.

Elizabeth Keen:
You gave us this case to help us get the agent back, not represent the other side.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Agent Keen, in this world, there are no sides. Only players.

Elizabeth Keen:
That's why you wanted Anneca to abandon the pipeline? To clear the way for another company to get the contract?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
You say that as if it's a bad thing.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
You can never do that again.

Elizabeth Keen:
You're Welcome.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
I am serious, You can never do that again. Promise me.

Elizabeth Keen:
We took down dozens of wanted criminals, Recovered millions of dollars in stolen property, and saved innocent lives.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
I am not talking about that.

Elizabeth Keen:
You, You're talking about you.Wow,You are so damaged.You can't accept help from anyone. Has anyone ever helped you? Is that why you are the way you are,because you don't fee deserving of it. Is that why you can't be vulnerable for a second? I risked my life for you because i care about you. Deal with that. And when someone does something nice, you're suppose to say thank you.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Thank you.

Elizabeth Keen:
You're welcome.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
And never do it again.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[answering a call from Elizabeth] Just out of curiosity, what number am I on your speed dial?

Elizabeth Keen:
Seven.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Who's six?

Elizabeth Keen:
Chinese takeout. Can we come back to this later? I need your help.

Elizabeth Keen:
[while talking to Ressler about Reddington, her phone rings] Speak of the devil, it's the devil.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Have you ever wondered how criminals who know they can't trust one another are still able to conduct business with each other?

Elizabeth Keen:
They replace trust with fear and the threat of violence.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
The next target on the Blacklist is the physical embodiment of both. He's known as the Courier, and his involvement in a transaction virtually guarantees its success. Once he's hired to make a delivery, he can't be bribed, he can't be stopped. If either party attempts to double cross the other, he kills them both. The perfect middleman for an imperfect world.

Agent Meera Malik:
[interrogating the Courier with Ressler] Good cop/bad cop isn't working. Let's try bad cop/worse cop.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Thank you.

Elizabeth Keen:
For what?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
For being honest with me. In my life, I don't encounter that frequently.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[about the seller the FBI is tracking] If you really want her to talk, I should meet with her.

Donald Ressler:
Every time you "meet", someone ends up dead.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
We've gotten off to a rocky start.

Harold Cooper:
You've killed three people.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
I'm not perfect.

Elizabeth Keen:
You're not telling us everything.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Let me put your mind at ease. I'm never telling you everything.

Agent Meera Malik:
[Ressler knocks out a doorman and forces his way into a nightclub] That was hot.

Elizabeth Keen:
You know he can hear you, right?

Agent Meera Malik:
Yup.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Our business is done, Agent Malik.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[Speaking to Liz] There's nothing more profound and of lasting consequence than the decision to have a child. The exploitation and perversion of that decision is the stock and trade of a truly evil organization, The Cyprus Adoption Agency.

Diane Fowler:
[shot by Red] You can't shoot me!

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Why not? You're not one of the good guys, and as of today, you're utterly worthless to the bad guys. Fitch and I have an agreement: he goes about his business, I go about mine. You and I don't have an agreement.

Diane Fowler:
I know the truth, Red... about that night... about what happened to your family. Do you want to know the truth?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
More than anything in the world. But if you know the truth, Diane, then somebody else does too. [shoots her again]

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
You tell me about the Fulcrum, and I'll help you get your Deer Hunter.

Elizabeth Keen:
You're not even interested in serial killers.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
True. I find them unimaginative and woefully predictable. But I am interested in the cases the FBI has wronged over the years.

Elizabeth Keen:
Wronged?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
The Deer Hunter is not in fact a brutal buck, but a delicate doe.

Donald Ressler:
A woman?

Elizabeth Keen:
I disagree.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
The Deer Hunter used to engage his victims up front, in an act of sexual male aggression, but now has shifted to deploying tactics from far off, suggesting a feminine act of cunning. Serial killers usually last for two-three years, this one has been active for twelve years. For every rule, there is an exception. The reason you haven't caught your man is because he's a woman.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
When I was young, I wanted to dance. I saw Gary Cooper dance on the screen, it was wonderful. Years later when I saw Gary, he looked old and grey. It turned out he had a cracked heart valve, very difficult to fix. He was on a waiting list to the end of his days. Just like Elias.

Samuel Aleko:
How do you know about my brother?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Elias will have to wait three years at least on that list before his name comes up, for consideration. I can get him a doctor in a week, no price.

Samuel Aleko:
And why would you do that?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Because you're going to do something for me.

[last lines]

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[to Lizzie] I think you don't want to give me the Fulcrum, because it's your only link to keep me around, and once I have it you'll never see me again.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[sees Aram's hair] I used to have a teeming mane.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Thank you all for coming. I apologize for the security protocols, but my better half insists. Just the fact that you are all here is a testament to the deep concern we share for Elizabeth Keen's safety and well-being. The threat from forces within is proving to be more powerful and far-reaching than one could ever have imagined.

Harold Cooper:
That's it? That's your plan? You want to abduct the Director of Clandestine Services?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Yes.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Everybody likes apples.

The Director:
You're insane.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
I wouldn't know.

Leonard Caul:
You know him?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
No.

Leonard Caul:
Neither did I. Had to dig up my agency Rolodex to find someone who recognized him. Name's Matias Solomon. Real lone wolf.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
He was CIA?

Leonard Caul:
Asset only. In Ethiopia, until he joined the Eritrean war. Solomon committed atrocities on the battlefield so vulgar, even the CIA disavowed him.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
I need you to find him, Leonard.

Leonard Caul:
I appreciate you wanting to help your associate, but Solomon's been MIA for a decade.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Dembe is more than an associate to me. Please find him.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Hey Donald, how about that cheese cart ?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Where is that woman with the mushroom puffs ?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
This is going to be a gas!

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
We never really know anyone, do we?

Elizabeth Keen:
The FBI is not in the business of handling your personal affairs.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
The FBI is in the business of my business. Why else would I be in business with the FBI?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
You two out here, playing grab ass in the woods just smacks of something biblical.

Maddox Beck:
Who the hell are you?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
I'm the snake in the grass.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
This is a Colt .45 1911. I can strip and reassemble this weapon in well under two minutes.

Aram Mojtabai:
Mr. Reddington, please.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Once I have it reassembled, I'm gonna reload the mag and if, at that time, your task remains incomplete, I'm gonna empty that mag into your head.

Aram Mojtabai:
That's really messed up.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Don't look so stricken. The first shot will kill you.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[to the wife of a business acquaintance he has just shot] Janice, if you don't stop your yammering, I'm gonna have to shoot through this door. Which will be a shame, because I won't have any idea what I'm shooting at.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Think of him as a prisoner's Court of Last Resort. When your legal appeals have all been exhausted and there is no hope left, you can make one last plea to The Judge.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
I was a life guard my junior year in high school. Had to give mouth-to-mouth to Mrs. Beerman. She belched up a lung full of corned beef and chlorine. I haven't been in a pool since.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
These friends you mentioned, the ones whispering in the shadows, tell them from me, shut the hell up!

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Ah, smells like decadence and vice.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[Speaking to Liz] The Kingmaker. I've never met the man, but I recently lost a great deal of time and money to his talents. He's single handedly responsible for the rise and fall of some of the world's most pivotal politicians and statesmen.

Elizabeth Keen:
[Via cell phone] Hey, guys. Whatcha got?

Aram Mojtabai:
[Smiling big] A birthday card and 31 red velvet cupcakes. Uh, well... 30. I couldn't resist. When are you coming back?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
The Major runs a finishing school of sorts. The most reputable of its kind. He recruits wayward children, orphans, delinquents, outcasts. But, only boys and girls of superior intelligence who exhibit very specific sociopathic tendencies. He then cultivates them into charming, well educated, cultured, attractive adults who are capable of dangerous and horrible things.

Harold Cooper:
All that matters is Agent Keen.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Which is why we must find the Major. He and I had a rather significant falling out, and I can't locate him. Which is why you need to put me in a room with the Malaysian Deputy Minister to the UN.

Donald Ressler:
You want the FBI to invite a UN diplomat to meet with you.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Of course not. Inviting him for a chat with one of your most wanted criminals would be ludicrous. You'll need to abduct him.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Cultural peculiarities notwithstanding, I find cock fighting to be abominable. However, truth be told, I do love fried chicken.

Dembe:
You need to tell her, Raymond.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Tell her what?

Dembe:
About Tom. You should have told her some time ago.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
I don't know how to do that, Dembe.

Dembe:
Yes, you do. You tell her the truth by telling her everything.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[Emotionally, after a pause] I don't think I can do that.

Dembe:
Maybe you should stop thinking about it and do it.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Time is the only thing that will allow you to find yourself again.

Elizabeth Keen:
If you tell me to be patient one more time, I swear to God. I'm going to find him, I'm gonna find answers, and I'm going to do it with or without your help.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[Dembe has the Scimitar by gunpoint from behind] All this running around, really. I'm so relieved when the people I'm chasing... come to me.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
The Stewmaker is in town. You're gonna need a plumber.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
A farmer comes home one day to find that everything that gives meaning to his life is gone. Crops are burned, animals slaughtered, bodies and broken pieces of his life strewn about. Everything that he loved taken from him - his children. One can only imagine the pit of despair, the hours of Job-like lamentations, the burden of existence. He makes a promise to himself in those dark hours. A life's work erupts from his knotted mind. Years go by. His suffering becomes complicated. One day he stops - the farmer who is no longer a farmer - sees the wreckage he's left in his wake. It is now he who burns, he who slaughters, and he knows in his heart he must pay.

Elizabeth Keen:
You're a monster.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Yes.

Elizabeth Keen:
How can you live with yourself?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
By saving your life.

Donald Ressler:
[Red tips The Stewmaker into his own stew, gets on his knees, and interlaces his fingers behind his head as the FBI breaks in the door] Where's Kornish?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
We've had a little incident. Agent Keene needs medical attention.

Agent Meera Malik:
How did you get in here?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
That's a pretty blouse.

Elizabeth Keen:
[Red is speechless about her new appearance] She was blonde, wasn't she? That picture of my mother in your apartment; she was blonde. I look just like her, don't I?

Elizabeth Keen:
[Red's contact looks younger than she is] This is him? This is the Troll Farmer?

[Chang shuts the door in their faces]

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
I should have warned you. He doesn't like that name.

[last lines]

Elizabeth Keen:
[taking refuge at the Russian embassy] My name is Masha Rostova. I'm a Russian agent. I work for the FSB, and I'm seeking diplomatic immunity.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Chin up, Chang. Believe in yourself and others will, too.

Bo Chang:
What is that? Another one of your dumbass literary quotes?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Fortune cookie.

Bo Chang:
You're crazy, old man!

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
You have no idea.

Donald Ressler:
Reddington. I *will* find you.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
As my father used to say to me, just because you've been bumped up to first chair in the orchestra, doesn't mean you can compose a symphony.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
I'm a violent man. I've taken on a life that requires it. I hurt people. I kill people. And each time I do, in that moment, another part of me dies along with them.

Elizabeth Keen:
If I run, it'll only make me look guilty. I'll be playing right into their hands.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
You're already in their hands. The only thing they haven't done is close their fist.

Elizabeth Keen:
I know you think you care about me. But every time you do something that makes me think you really do, you do something else that reminds me that you simply aren't capable of it.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
I'm a sin eater. I absorb the misdeeds of others, darkening my soul to keep theirs pure. *That* is what I'm capable of.

Elizabeth Keen:
Turn. Up there. On the right.

Tom Keen:
Yeah, I see him.

Elizabeth Keen:
You're losing him!

Tom Keen:
Are you honestly telling me how to drive right now?

Elizabeth Keen:
Yes! I'm not the one who hit a deer on the turnpike.

Tom Keen:
That was not deer blood on the windshield.

Tom Keen:
[Sees Liz put his gun in the back of her waistband] Is that a gun, or are you just happy to see me?

Donald Ressler:
Dammit, Liz. Wake up! If you keep running, you will be hunted down.

Elizabeth Keen:
I know.

Donald Ressler:
By *me*.

Elizabeth Keen:
You're my sin eater.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Tried to be. But I failed. I never wanted you to be...

Elizabeth Keen:
What?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Like me.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
In the kingdom of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.

Tom Keen:
The only thing that matters is that I killed that man. The guy walked on the wrong ship at the wrong time.

Judge Renner:
So you snapped his neck, just like that?

Tom Keen:
No. It took a few seconds.

Tom Connolly:
You perjured yourself for one of your team. I admit, I didn't expect that, but I sure as hell do respect it.

Harold Cooper:
Guess my principles aren't what they used to be. Neither are yours.

Tom Connolly:
That's where you're wrong, buddy. I never had any principles. That's why I'm on a rocket to the top.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
[after learning that Liz put aside personal money for a fund for the daughter of the cop that Tom murdered] Be careful, Lizzie. Because the truth of it is once you start down this road, there's no logical place to stop. You could see to her education, health insurance, housing. You can watch her. Or have her watched. Keep her safe. Try to ascertain her... hopes, dreams, desires. Pull strings, call in favors to discreetly smooth the path. And, for the first few years, it may work. You'll draw some measure of virtue from being her invisible benefactor. But, that won't last. It's all a fraud. That it's really not about her at all. That it's all about you. And you're just... going through the motions to salve your own guilt. But, all the money, all the time and effort, all the favors in the world cannot possibly equal what you took away from her. Everything else is... just a nice gesture.

Tom Keen:
[Speaking to Liz] I just hate that there are things you have to hide from me.

Wujing:
[Greeting] My friend.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington:
Don't be cheeky, Wujing. You don't have any friends.

Ambition debts must be paid

" I mean it, have you looked at my life? I mean really taken a close look. Because... It's like I am in the middle of a monsoon that's constantly threatening to drown me in bad news. And somewhere in the middle of that femur disaster of a life...somewhere, is just a tiny island of calm and if that weren't there...I would be swept up to sea." Elizabeth Keen

Reddington:
Backbone beats wishbone every time.

"Punishment is the Crudest form of Education"

"Actions have Consequences"

"No miracle of life would erase the violent act that produced it."

We become who we're