Episode 12
Lizzie: Here we go again…. I'm going to need a lot of booze to handle this shit!
Lizzie's morality: DMV? Really? I've never even seen you drive.
Red: That little fella, the one through the glass, his name is Glen Carter. His mother calls him "Jelly Bean." A loathsome individual who, sad to say, possesses an uncanny ability to locate anything. I presume you've heard of Justin Kenyon?
Lizzie: I hate Raymond Red Reddington and his stupid face and his stupid eyes and his stupid smile and his stupid voice and his stupid body and his stupid EVERYTHING!
Lizzie's morality: The smiling public face of the militia movement. Who hasn't?
Red: Yes. The very voice of reason, the rebel darling of the fringe right-charming, rustic, camera-ready, the perfect spokesman to spin vile hatred and prejudice into treacly dross that passes for plainspoken common sense.
Lizzie: Is it necessary to sit this close to me? Ever heard of personal space?
Red: No, what is that?
Lizzie's morality: Forget it.
Red: *radiating innocence* What?
Lizzie's morality: Hoe don't do it!
Red: Excuse me?
Lizzie's morality: Justice knows exactly who Justin Kenyon is. We know what he is. The Church of the Shield is a cesspool of polygamy, doomsday paranoia, ritualized elder and child abuse, but he also has four of the most prominent civil rights attorneys in the country on retainer- we can't touch him.
Red: I can.
Lizzie's morality: Oh my god!
On the phone…
Red: Samar, my dear, bump in the road I can help smooth over, or have the clouds finally parted and this is a social call?
Samar Navabi: She's missing.
Red: What?! Not my Lizzie!
Samar Navabi: They were supposed to deliver a witness two hours ago. They haven't been seen since they left Kenyon's compound.
Red: Have you mounted a search?
Samar Navabi: I'm on my way out to assist HRT, but there are hundreds of square miles of rugged terrain. It could take days.
Red: Don't worry, Lizzie, I'm gonna save you! "Someone's gonna rescue you, And make it right, Someone's gonna rescue you, Someone's gonna rescue you"
Later…
Lizzie: Not you again!
Red:*smiling* Hello, sweetheart!
Lizzie's morality: ATF's been over the grounds. They've searched the buried containers.
Lizzie: What's this?
Red: A key…to my heart! "I know I've found my dream, You're the key to my heart, my heart, You're the only one for me, I knew it right from the start, the start"
Lizzie: Yeah, no thanks!
Red: I bought you an apartment at the Audrey, top floor, splendid view of the Potomac.
Lizzie: Why?
Red: It's time to leave the motel behind.
Lizzie: I'm happy where I am.
Red: That motor lodge you call home crushes the spirit, smothers the soul.
Lizzie: And you think a view is gonna change that?
Red: I once stayed at a villa in Bali with a view of the Indian Ocean. Every morning, all I saw before me was... possibility. That and a gorgeous housekeeper named Putu, who used to…
Lizzie: Thanks, but no thanks. I'm not drunk enough for this shit! I wish you'd stop.
Red: Stop what?
Lizzie: Trying. Stop hoping things are gonna get better between us. You and me, it's just business! That's all it's ever gonna be!
Red:#rejected. "All by myself, Don't wanna be, All by myself, anymore"
Episode 13
Red: A graduate seminar. Was there a slide show?
Red's libido: I've been a naughty school boy. You should teach me a lesson!
Lizzie: What?!
Red: We need to talk about the Fulcrum!
Lizzie: Frick! He knows… I'm so screwed! And not in a good way.
Lizzie's morality: I told you, I don't know anything about it!
Red: Elizabeth, one of the reasons I'm still alive is due to my love of reading, whether it be words on a page that reveal the author's thoughts, emotions, imagination, or whether it be people in conversation, to ignore what they say and instead read their expression, posture, their gesture.
Lizzie: Oh, no! Does that mean that he knows that I still love him and his stupid face so much?
Red: Lizzie, you're lying!
Lizzie's morality: I'm not! *nervous sweating intensifies*
Red: What if we made a deal? I help you find your serial killer, and you tell me about the Fulcrum.
Then…
Red: This brute they call "The Deer Hunter" isn't a buck at all, but instead a delicate doe.
Agent Donald Ressler: A woman?
Lizzie: I disagree with you.
Red: Okay. But your killer attacks from a distance, indicating the predator's smaller, perhaps unable to overpower their prey. Men tend to kill in close proximity- strangulation, blunt instrument, a knife. By contrast, women tend to favor weapons that can be used from further away- poison, a gun, a crossbow.
Lizzie: Richard Kuklinski was 6'5", 300 pounds, and one of his favorite weapons of choice was cyanide.
Aram Mojtabai: Wow, this is so intense!
Samar Navabi: These two need to bone already!
Red: Yes, but male serial killers are predominantly, overwhelmingly sexually sadistic. In this case, there is not the slightest indication of a sexual motive.
Lizzie: Aileen Wuornos was a prostitute who lured her victims in with the promise of sex.
Red's libido: Am I the only one aroused by this?
Lizzie's libido: No!
Red's libido: My place or yours?
*"You can leave your hat on" starts playing in the distance*
Red: The Deer Hunter has been active for over a decade, from the truck driver in Des Moines in 2003 to the doorman in Adams Morgan last night. That's 12 years. The average length of a killing spree for a man is two, perhaps three.
Later…
Red: You all right?
Lizzie: Yeah, fine.
Red: What were you thinking running after a killer alone without backup?
Lizzie: Are you scolding me?
Red: Yes, I'm scolding you! That was foolish, Lizzie. You could have been killed.
Lizzie: What are you gonna do? Ground me? Take away my phone privileges?
Red: Are you fucking kidding me?
Red's heart: Seriously?!
Red's libido: Excuse me? If you do that one more time, I'm going to have to pull your pants down and spank you later!
Red: You were right about "The Deer Hunter"- he was a man.
Lizzie's morality: And a woman. We were both half right.
Red: Together, we were right!
Lizzie: Awww ^_^
Lizzie's morality: I have the Fulcrum. Tell me what it is, and I'll tell you where to find it.
Red: I've already told you what I can. To elaborate would place you in grave danger!
Lizzie: I don't want to hear any more, I'm leaving!
Red: I believe I know the real reason you don't want me to have the Fulcrum.
Lizzie: That is...?
Red: Because you're afraid... that once you give it to me, you'll be of no further use to me and you'll never see me again.
Lizzie: Crap! He knows…