Episode 4
Red: I need to know where Jennifer is!
Naomi Hyland: I kept my end of the bargain, I didn't say anything about you or Elizabeth. How much does she know?
Red: Very little.
Naomi: A-are the... are the two of you, what, working together? You two did the frickle frackle? I don't even want to know how you pulled that off.
Red's libido: Not yet….
Later…..
Lizzie's morality: Where's Naomi Hyland?
Red: In safe hands.
Lizzie's morality: What does that mean... you've already set her up with a cozy new life in Saint Kitts or Solvang?
Red: Solvang? I never send anyone I care about to Solvang.
Lizzie's morality: She spent nine days with Berlin. We have to debrief her. She could know something... his real name, his location…your secrets.
Red: Did you read about that housewife in Reston?
Lizzie:*bangs her head* Here we go again…..
Lizzie's morality: 100% done!
Red: She shot a bank manager.
Lizzie: You're not hiding her from the FBI, you're hiding her from me.
Red: Violent crime in D.C. is at a 20-year low, and yet in the last four months, there have been seven random acts of violence by individuals with no prior criminal record.
*two very boring minutes later*
I believe this murder in Reston is part of an underground social psychology experiment.
Lizzie: Oh Lord...Please give me patience…..because if you give me strength I'll just beat him to death!
Lizzie's morality: Conducted by our government.
On the phone….
Red: Oh, my God. Is that what they call him in Tel Aviv? I haven't spoken to Haskell in years.
Lizzie: But you know where to find him?
Red: I do. But it's a sticky situation.
Lizzie: What did you do?
Red: What? Why would you assume I did something?
Lizzie's morality: Ummm... excuse me! Have you met yourself? What did you do, steal his wife?
Red: No. Old Haskell and I had somewhat of a falling-out at the craps table.
Then….
Red: Hask...
Haskell Twain: Nope *slams the door*
Red: Oh come on, that was like 8 years ago! Let it go!
Lizzie: Why am I not surprised?
Haskell Twain: I have no interest in seeing you. Go away! You're not welcome here.
Red: Haskell, I told you I'm sorry. What more can I say?
Haskell Twain: You knew I was in recovery!
Red: I didn't... okay. Yes, I did. But you were having such a great time. And after everything that happened with Sheryl and that... Cuban, the boxer... what was his name?
Lizzie: You are so full of shit….
Haskell Twain: I'm not talking to you about this! Your tricks won't work on me….
Red: Did I mention that I brought you money?
Haskell Twain: I forgive you!
Red: My friend, Miss Watkins, is a blogger looking for her first scoop.
Lizzie: I write mostly about social-science experiments. Researching one right now, actually... the black-ops project Subproject 7.
Haskell Twain: Who can resist that face? Why don't we take this into my office?
Red: I'm so proud of my wifey! *touching Lizzie's back*
Lizzie: #Fangirling
Lizzie's morality: Really?
Lizzie: But he just touched me…. asdfghjkl.
Lizzie's morality: Control yourself, woman!
Haskell Twain: Here she is... government white paper on Subproject 7.
Lizzie's morality: I've seen the white paper. It's heavily redacted.
Haskell Twain: Challenge accepted!
Lizzie: Wha... how did you?
Red: Haskell's quite a puzzle man. Spends his days combing through thousands of pages of redacted government documents, comparing them to defense-authorization reports, executive orders. He's found a way to read between the lines.
Later….
Lizzie: Hello, Mrs. Hyland.
Naomi: Does Raymond know you're here?
Lizzie: No, he doesn't want us to talk.
Lizzie's morality: I have a ton of questions in this notebook about the case, but the truth is, I didn't come here just to ask you about Berlin.
Naomi: You want to know things about Raymond?
Lizzie: You were married to the man, I need to know how he is like.
Red: *listening at the door*
Naomi: Well he used to snore and that man won't brush his teeth without a backup plan! I blame myself. I fell for those broad shoulders. I didn't realize there wasn't much sitting on top of them!
Red: *gasps* How dare you!
Lizzie: The day Raymond Reddington walked into my life, everything changed... everything I believed about.
Naomi: He wants something from you. It's a game, it's a manipulation. He's made you feel a connection that makes you feel like you matter somehow. And there's no one on earth who can make a woman feel like the center of his universe more than Raymond Reddington!
Red: Bitch please!
Naomi: I'll tell you this, though. He's not who you think he is.
Lizzie: What does he want from me?
Red: Well. Look at the two of you! I should have brought a bottle of chardonnay.
Lizzie: Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!
Red: I have your papers, Dembe's outside. He'll need your signature on some of the documents. Frank is gonna pack the car.
Naomi: On a scale of 1 to 10, how dead am I?
Red: 11.
Lizzie: Maybe he is a little upset ….
Red: Agent Keen, I hope you had an illuminating conversation!
Lizzie: Or not….
More later…..
Red: So, how'd your case go?
Lizzie's morality: I think you know the answer to that. Who is he?
Red: Who is who?
Lizzie's morality: The gunman, the sniper. He works for you, doesn't he? How long has he been following me?
Red: Since the day Agent Malik died.
Lizzie: I want him gone! I'm an independent woman who don't need no protection!
Red: My associate saves your life, and instead of saying "thank you," you try to get him fired. If I knew better, I'd say you were hiding something!
Lizzie's morality: I resemble that remark!
Lizzie: I think he knows my secret. Abort mission! I repeat: abort mission! Code Red!