The Blacklist (TV series)

American television series

The Blacklist (2013-2023) is an American crime drama television series, airing on NBC, in which Raymond "Red" Reddington (James Spader), a former government agent turned high-profile criminal, who had eluded capture for decades, voluntarily surrenders to the FBI, offering to cooperate on capturing a list of criminals who are virtually impossible to catch. He insists on working with a rookie profiler by the name of Elizabeth Keen (Megan Boone).

Season 1 Edit

Pilot [1.01] Edit

Elizabeth Keen: Why involve me? I'm nobody. It's my first day. Nothing special about me.
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Oh. I think you're very special.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: I'm going to make you famous, Lizzie.we are going to be famous

Elizabeth Keen: And I'm supposed to believe you?
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Of course not! I'm a criminal. Criminals are notorious liars. Everything about me is a lie. But, if anyone will give me a second chance it's you. The two of us have overcome so much.

Elizabeth Keen: [screaming at Red] We're not a team! You're not my partner! my partner is TOM not you

Ranko Zamani: Raymond, today on this day I am giving their plague back to them. In sixty years they will be talking about this day, about my legacy.

No. 145: The Freelancer [1.02] Edit

Elizabeth Keen: [just before going undercover] Before we do this, let me be clear. I'm not here to socialize, I have no interest in having dinner with you, nor do we have the time. We meet your contact, we get the name of The Freelancer's next victim and we go. Are we understood?
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: I agree with you completely, but it is a restaurant and it is dinner time...

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: You look like the CIA.
Meera Malik: Oh yeah? What's the CIA look like?
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Attractive but treacherous.
Meera Malik: I guess we'll find out.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: The FBI works for me now.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: [to Elizabeth about Tom] We never really know anyone, do we? It seems you have two options. Either you turn him in or you confront him... or perhaps there's a third option.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: [to Elizabeth] What if I were to tell you that all the things you've come to believe about yourself are a lie?

No. 84: Wujing [1.03] Edit

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: [dismissing an operative while playing himself in chess] I prefer to play with myself in private.

Elizabeth Keen: [about Wujing] He's a myth.
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: That's what they said about Deep Throat... and the G-spot.

Elizabeth Keen: I'm sorry, you're decoding CIA messages on behalf of the Chinese...
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: [nods at Elizabeth reassuringly] Now you see? You make it sound like treason, so black and white. It's not, it's green.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: I've been moving comfortably through the world for the past twenty years without a trace, and now some two-bit spy killer is going to put my life and business in jeopardy?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: What's the question?
Elizabeth Keen: Why me?
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Because of your father.

No. 161: The Stewmaker [1.04] Edit

Elizabeth Keen: A man's life is at stake!
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: A man's life is always at stake. And tragically low stakes at that. I should remind you that I did not offer you my services to help you round up your run of the mill drug lord or what have you. You all seem to be doing a perfectly mediocre job of that on your own. I'm after the big game Lizzie. The ones that matter.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: See Lizzie, now I'm interested. The Stewmaker's in town. You're going to need a plumber.

Donald Ressler: Lorca is not going anywhere, and I'll never trust you. You know why?
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Because after tracking me for years, you've come up with one undeniable truth: I only do what's good for me. And that is a person you can trust, Donald. Now, lets go.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Your witness is dead, you lost Lorca, and he took Agent Keen. I'd say my meeting with Lorca might be the equivalent of you falling on your ass and falling on a pile of Christmas.

The Stewmaker: Are you a mother?
Elizabeth Keen: No.
The Stewmaker: That's good... I was asked to make you suffer.

Elizabeth Keen: Why are you doing this?! You don't take life. You clean up death.
The Stewmaker: Everything changes. Everything evolves. This is my evolution.
Elizabeth Keen: You know what I think? I think this idea of you vanishing people to aid nature is a lie. I think you're trying to dissolve something else. Your past, maybe? Whatever the horrible thing was that twisted you up inside and made you into the freak that you are!

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: [to the Stewmaker while Elizabeth listens] 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.

No. 85: The Courier [1.05] Edit

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.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: 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 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.

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

The Courier's Brother: Lady, you don't understand Tommy.
Elizabeth Keen: I know his condition prevents him from feel-
The Courier's Brother: No, I mean you don't understand him. Our old man knocked us around when he needed to, which didn't bother Tommy. But dad hated that. Felt like he couldn't control his own son, and he couldn't. So when he was 11, dad started hosting these dogfights. Not with two dogs, but with a dog and Tommy. Well, we had this barn. People would come from miles around. They'd get drunk and make bets. What it did to him over time...Tommy's broken. Somewhere in his head, a switch flipped. I wish I could help you, but you know how it goes. You're here because somebody screwed up. The deal went sideways. And now the buyer and seller have targets on their head, if they're not dead already.

No. 152: Gina Zanetakos [1.06] Edit

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.

Liz: [regarding Gina Zanetakos] Why? Does she know Tom?
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: She's Tom's lover.

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

Harold Cooper: Are you threatening me, Red?
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: I am.

Tom Keen: [to Elizabeth] Are you telling me, like what? You think I murdered a KGB defector. Like I'm Bond. Tom Bond and just between Social Studies and recess I go around assassinating people.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: [to Elizabeth] I can only lead you to the truth; I can't make you believe it.

No. 47: Frederick Barnes [1.07] Edit

Elizabeth Keen: I know what you think you have in that needle.
Frederick Barnes: Yes, my son's future.
Elizabeth Keen: Your cure is experimental. It could just as easily kill him.
Frederick Barnes: If I do nothing, he dies anyway.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: I take it from the coroner's van that Barnes is no longer with us. Pity.
Elizabeth Keen: Tell that to the families of the people he murdered.
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Every cause has more than one effect. Say what you will about Frederick but someone who's willing to burn the world down to protect the one person they care about, that's a man I understand.
Elizabeth Keen: Is that meant to be directed at me?
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Aren't you presumptuous?

No. 109: General Ludd [1.08] Edit

No. 16: Anslo Garrick [1.09] Edit

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: 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.

Anslo Garrick: 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.

Anslo Garrick: I've brought a whole picnic basket to this party. And, little pig, little pig, you are going to let me come in.

Anslo Garrick: Red. Do you remember that Road Runner cartoon where the Coyote makes the mountain of TNT and gunpowder barrels?
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: 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?
Anslo Garrick: 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!

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.

Anslo Garrick: Conclusion [1.10] Edit

Diane Fowler: As of this moment, the only target on the Blacklist is Raymond Reddington.

Alan Fitch: We could've killed you. I don't mean today. I mean any day. I mean every day for the past two decades. But we don't. We know what you have, Ray. And we know what'll happen to it if you turn up dead. So we do nothing. We let you live. And in exchange, we we trust that our secret remains secret.
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Nothing has changed.
Alan Fitch: Oh, no. I'd say everything's changed. Everything changed the minute you surrendered to the FBI. Did you think we wouldn't know? Maybe you wanted to change our arrangement. Maybe you thought you could turn yourself in and, uh, find some new friends to protect you. Maybe you plan to expose us.
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: No.
Alan Fitch: What have you told, Ray?
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Nothing.
Alan Fitch: Then what the hell are you doing here?
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: My reasons have n-nothing to do with you.
Alan Fitch: Well, I hope so. I really do. Because I've always liked you, Ray. You're a pain in my neck, but I like you. Just know this: you were walking in the park this morning. We could've taken you then. Instead, we dragged you from the safety and security of the bed you're now sharing with new friends. Why would we do a thing like that? To make it abundantly clear there's nowhere you can go, there's no one you can trust to keep you from us.

Anslo Garrick: Just you and me again, Red. Just like the old days.
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Oh, give it a rest. We both know Fitch won't let you finish it.
Anslo Garrick: That's as may be. But you know what I can do, though, Red? I can find Lizzie. I can hurt her. I can make her suffer. And when I'm finished, I can kill her. Sometimes you just have to take what you can in this crazy world. Guess who taught me that, Red. You did. What? No smart quips? No? You're not actually feeling something, are you, Red?
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Regret.

No. 106: The Good Samaritan [1.11] Edit

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: The suspense is killing me.

The Good Samaritan: See, George, I suffered my share of pain as a child courtesy of the one person in this world who was supposed to protect me. I found it inconceivable that a person could hurt someone who they claim to love -- and not just hurt, but torture repeatedly. But then, one day, I realized she wasn't experiencing pain. It was the opposite. She was actually experiencing pleasure. See, George I believe that the only way that an abuser can truly understand the experience of the victim is to have that experience themselves. And that's what you're doing here today, George. And that's what mother is here today for, too -- so she never forgets what I experienced all those years. And now you will never forget what your wife experienced all those years.

Elizabeth Keen: Step away from him!
The Good Samaritan: Why should I? Do you have any idea what this man has done? This man is a monster!
Elizabeth Keen: That may be, but killing him isn't gonna solve anything.
The Good Samaritan: Tell that to his wife. We don't have the luxury of your simple morality. Talk to me when you've been a victim.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: If you had come to me, I could have helped you. We could have avoided all of this. But now we can't.
Newton Phillips/Grey: They threatened my family.
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Of course they did. Newton, I'll take care of your family, whatever they need.
Newton Phillips/Grey: My wife...she has no idea. If you could make it look like an accident, for her.
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Look out at the water. Just look out at the water.

It's as clear as the ocean .

No. 101: The Alchemist [1.12] Edit

No. 64: The Cyprus Agency [1.13] Edit

No. 73: Madeline Pratt [1.14] Edit

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: There you are. What the hell happened to you? You just leave me stranded with that awful Algerian! He's been hitting on me for 20 minutes.
Embassy Guard: Sir, this is a secure area.
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: [to 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] Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Gallivanting around the globe for you little assignations with you know, hmm-hmm. [to 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 guard] Raymond 'Red' Reddington: 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]
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: 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: 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.

No. 57: The Judge [1.15] Edit

Lucy Brooks/Jolene Parker: Elizabeth Keen is not your wife; she’s your target.

No. 83: Mako Tanida [1.16] Edit

Mako Tanida: In feudal Japan, one warrior's transgression against another was measured by the code of bushido. For your sins against me, I require ritual seppuku. You will disembowel yourself to my satisfaction. I will give you 60 seconds to put that sword into your stomach and begin cutting. Do that, and it is you alone. Or I will run you through myself...and take your whole family.

The Cowboy: Well, you want me to bring her in, there's gonna be a fee, and it's gonna cost you double.
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Oh? Why is that?
The Cowboy: 'Cause I don't like you. And that hat makes your head look funny.
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: The pot meets the kettle at last.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: There is nothing that can take the pain away. But eventually, you will find a way to; live with it. There will be nightmares. And everyday when you wake up, it will be the first thing you think about. Until one day, it will be the second thing.

The Cowboy: [to Lucy about Tom] As soon as you hang up that phone, he's gonna kill you, then he's gonna kill me.

No. 88: Ivan [1.17] Edit

No. 135: Milton Bobbit [1.18] Edit

Dembe: This paint. What color is it?
Elizabeth Keen: It's called Chicago Skyline.
Dembe: Nice.

Milton Bobbit: Every morning, when I wake up, I read the obituaries. Every aspect of death fascinates me. I don't want to die; I've done everything in my power not to-- Western medicine, alternative therapies, pills herbs. But I have come to accept that I will die.

Milton Bobbit: Before you made me sick, I had no purpose in life-- helped no one, left no mark. Thanks to you, I was transformed. I no longer see death as a burden, but an opportunity to take the rejects that nobody cares about and give them tremendous power. And as a result, hundreds of widows, orphans, broken families-- they're being taken care of. Their houses are being paid for, their education. I put food on their table.

No. 119-122: The Pavlovich Brothers [1.19] Edit

Tom Keen: I remember standing in the closet, half-dressed, reaching for my shoes when I saw that you had drawn this little heart In the dust on my shoe. You remember that? It was the sweetest thing. And ever since that moment, I just felt Sorry for you Because I knew I knew that I had you.

Elizabeth Keen: If you're looking for sympathy, you might want to start with honesty. Here's an example of honesty, Tom. You've been making me pancakes for two years. I hate pancakes.
Tom Keen: You want honest? Here's one. If you're gonna handcuff somebody, don't break their thumb.

No. 42: The Kingmaker [1.20] Edit

The Kingmaker: The average hotel-room bed can be riddled with anywhere between dust mites, bedbugs fecal matter, urine, semen, methicillin-resistant staphylococcus aureus. That bacteria alone kills more than 15,000 Americans per year. I will not be joining them.

The Kingmaker: 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.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: What I possess would lay waste to you and your Alliance.
Alan Fitch: Yes, and should that information ever become public, there would be no reason for us not to kill you on the spot.

No. 8: Berlin [1.21] Edit

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: 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.

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

Berlin: Conclusion [1.22] Edit

Milos 'Berlin' Kirchoff: 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.

Season 2 Edit

No. 104: Lord Baltimore [2.01] Edit

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Life is far too important to talk about seriously.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: 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.
Elizabeth Keen: Most people don't care that Google knows their search history.
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: 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.
Elizabeth Keen: You have a lead.
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Lord Baltimore is in town.
Elizabeth Keen: Lord Baltimore?
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: 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.
Elizabeth Keen: And he has a new target?
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Yes. Me.

Samar Navabi: Who is it exactly that you think I am?
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: [realizing] You're Mossad. Please don't tell me this is about that little dust-up in Haifa.
Samar Navabi: That "dust-up" claimed the lives of two agents and a Turkish diplomat.
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: [laughs] A diplomat? - I had nothing to do with it.
Samar Navabi: Then you have nothing to worry about.
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: 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.
Samar Navabi: And why is that?
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Because the person you just informed of my capture is going to release me within the hour.
Samar Navabi: Aren't we confident today?
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: I'm confident every day.
Samar Navabi: And I thought we had nothing in common.

Milos 'Berlin' Kirchoff: Ah, Mr. Reddington, I presume.
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Where is she?
Milos 'Berlin' Kirchoff: 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.

No. 112: Monarch Douglas Bank [2.02] Edit

Harold Cooper: 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?!
Aram Mojtabai: Coffee machine still works.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: 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.
Milos 'Berlin' Kirchoff: Your wife is coming apart nicely.

Milos 'Berlin' Kirchoff: 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.

No. 89: Dr. James Covington [2.03] Edit

No. 82: Dr. Linus Creel [2.04] Edit

No. 74: The Front [2.05] Edit

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: 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!
Glen Carter: I work at the DMV!

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.

No. 114: The Mombasa Cartel [2.06] Edit

No. 22: The Scimitar [2.07] Edit

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: George Orwell wrote, "Those who abjure violence can do so only because others are committing violence on their behalf." What a visionary, but, Good Lord, his books are a downer.

The Scimitar: If you think your beloved brother was just another faceless young man in that crowd you know nothing.
Samar Navabi: I will kill you.
The Scimitar: Like Kian Nouri? The scientist you murdered last week in Dubai?
Samar Navabi: What do you know about my brother?
The Scimitar: There's no country insisting you do your duty. If you kill me, it'll be cold-blooded murder. So, call the Mossad or the C.I.A. or whoever's coming and be done with it.

No. 12: The Decemberist [2.08] Edit

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: You violated our agreement.
Alan Fitch: No. I honored it. I got the others to hold off, but Milos Kirchhoff, Berlin, whatever the hell name he's using He chewed through the leash. I couldn't stop him.
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Well, now your dog is tracking a new scent. Yours.

Alan Fitch: Do you have a wife, kids? That's what makes it the hardest. A wife and kids. I've been in the intelligence field a long time now. On my orders, 763 men and women have died in service to their country. And there wasn't a grieving wife or mother or husband I didn't either call or visit personally. Thank them for their sacrifice. That's what makes it the hardest. The families. You can't disarm it, can you?
Mike: Sir, I asked you to be as still as possible.
Alan Fitch: That's more than enough. I'm not gonna make it 764. What's your name?
Mike: Mike. My name's Mike.
Alan Fitch: Go home, Mike. You've done everything you can.

Milos 'Berlin' Kirchoff: I remember the parades from when I was a young boy, standing by my father, seeing those trucks that went by with the rockets and cannons. Beautiful. And all those men marching as one, saluting at me as one. Our soldiers, our nation. Yuri Gargarin was the first man in space. We were so proud.

No. 21 Luther Braxton [2.09] Edit

Luther Braxton: I want to speak to somebody with real authority.
Harold Cooper: This is Harold Cooper, Assistant Director for the FBI.
Luther Braxton: Hello, Harold Cooper. I'm pretty sure you see how this works. I get what I need, or somebody dies. From here on forward I am the warden.

Luther Braxton: Boy, things got nasty in Belgrade, didn't they? It's funny-- up until then, I was aimless, just an ordinary thief, but after Belgrade, I became known as the man who bested the great Ray Reddington.
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: You didn't best me, Luther. You butchered and clawed your way into my pockets, and innocent people died in the process.
Luther Braxton: You're such a snob, Red. Always considered yourself above the fray with your handmade suits and your fancy wine, your private jets. Do you even drive? You got everybody convinced you're so hard, Red, but I know better. You're soft.
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: You're not getting the Fulcrum.
Luther Braxton: And how you gonna stop me, Red? Bore me to death with Beethoven? Put me to sleep quoting Nietzsche? Come on. We both know that in order to stop me, you got to have balls. You got to run the gauntlet. And after Belgrade, well that's just not gonna happen. So, tell me-- how are you gonna stop me, Red?
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: A wise man can learn more from a foolish question than a fool can learn from a wise answer.
Luther Braxton: Was that Nietzsche?
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: No. Bruce Lee.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Have you ever heard of Bruno Ashmanskis? The most skilled cat burglar I've ever had the pleasure of working with. Bruno mostly did jobs on commission, but he always wanted to do something for himself, something special, so he got it into his head that he was gonna break into the Fitzwilliam Museum in Cambridge to steal an imperial vase from the Qing Dynasty worth millions-- the single biggest trophy of his career.
Elizabeth Keen: What happened?
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: I never heard from him again. I'd always assumed he'd succeeded, that he was sipping some umbrella-clad cocktail on a beach in Tahiti, until five years later during a remodel of the Fitzwilliam, they removed a wall. There was poor Bruno-- what was left of him, anyway-- stuck inside a heating duct, still clutching that vase. I prefer to think of old Bruno on that beach in Tahiti.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: In Mexico, there are these fish that have colonized the freshwater caves along Sierra del Abra. They were lost. They found themselves living in complete darkness. But they didn't die. Instead, they thrived. They adapted. They lost their pigmentation, their sight, eventually even their eyes. With survival, they became hideous. I've rarely thought about what I once was. But I wonder if a ray of light were to make it into the cave, would I be able to see it? Or feel it? Would I gravitate to its warmth? And if I did, would I become less hideous?

No. 21: Luther Braxton Conclusion [2.10] Edit

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: [to Braxton] Luther, I never thought I'd enjoy having anything in my mouth as much as Petty Officer Virginia Sherman, but this? My God! It tastes so good! I hesitate to swallow, and I certainly don't want to spit it out. Oh, what the hell. I told you so.

No. 67: Ruslan Denisov [2.11] Edit

No. 71: The Kenyon Family [2.12] Edit

No. 93: The Deer Hunter [2.13] Edit

No. 94: T. Earl King VI [2.14] Edit

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Good heavens, Earl. You've never had any feeling in your heart, but now it looks like there isn't much going on below the waist.
T. Earl King VI: I do all right. The wheelchair is just a little memento of our time together in Bolivia.
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: No hard feelings, I trust.
T. Earl King VI: Just a few. But this is only business, Red. Besides, you warned me. Pigs eat Hogs get slaughtered.
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: All you had to do was listen. But that's always been your problem-- all that money clogging your ears. I told you to come with me that night out on the Altiplano.
T. Earl King VI: I had millions invested. I couldn't just walk away like you.
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Poor choice of words given what those soldiers did to you. I'd hate to see you play the hog yet again, Earl.
T. Earl King VI: No, no, Red. You taught me an invaluable lesson. Dispassion is the businessman's best friend. One mustn't get emotionally involved in business. You have to listen to the market. You hear that? That's the market telling me you are in demand. What kind of a commodity are you? A wealth of secrets and information? Or are you an impulse purchase for a buyer to settle a score? You scare people, Red. How much would you pay to be rid of your deepest fear?
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: I've always found fear to be my most valuable sense. But then again, you Kings demonstrate a propensity for having more dollars than sense.

Auctioneer: And now, ladies and gentlemen, one of the most exciting items of the night, a mainstay on the FBI's most wanted list, this gentleman has been on the list longer than any other criminal! A former naval intelligence officer, he possesses a wealth of classified information and presides over one of the world's most prosperous extralegal empires. You may know him as the concierge of crime. I present Raymond Reddington!

Harold Cooper: [to a detainee] I don't think you quite understand the situation. You're assuming that you're a material witness in federal custody and are entitled to certain rights. And while these things are true, what you don't know is you don't know me. My doctors recently detected a mass within the left hemisphere of my brain-- an inoperable tumor. Within a matter of weeks, it will kill me. And this has clarified a number of priorities for me. Among those priorities, nothing is more important to me than the safety of my colleagues. I'm committed that no one under my command dies during the remainder of my watch. And I will do anything within my power to honor that commitment. And since I quite literally have nothing to lose I suggest you think long and hard before answering my question. Where is Elizabeth Keen?

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: What's in this for you?
Francis King: You wouldn't understand. You're not a King.
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Funny. Your father used to say that exact phrase as if it somehow excused him from the use of logic.
Francis King: What's in it for me? Hmm. Legacy and the King family fortune.
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: If this is just about the money, that would be so banal. I bet your father would trade it all for one more walk in the park with a good friend.
Francis King: Tell me. Where are all your good friends now, huh? If you think there's a soul in this world loyal to anything but your pocketbook, then you're the one who's excused himself from the use of logic.

No. 75: The Major [2.15] Edit

The Major: You ever stop to think that the reason you have trouble relating to other people is because you're special? That it's not you, it's everyone else that's the problem?
Tom Keen/Jacob Phelps: That's not what social services says.
The Major: Good old social services. Bureaucrats trained in missing the point. We believe that your delinquent inclinations are exactly what makes you invaluable. It takes a certain kind of courage.
Tom Keen/Jacob Phelps: What are you talking about? A job, a school? What is all this stuff?
The Major: I told you, we have an opportunity, if you're willing to take it. If you're smart enough to take it. It's your choice, Jacob. You can get out and go back to the life you've always known, or you can take a ride with me, and I can tell you how to leave this life behind. I can help you become anything.

Reven Wright: You've made a mistake, Richard.
Richard Denner: I agree, Reven. I should've been a dermatologist.

Elizabeth Keen: [to Judge Denner] I'm sorry. You're right. You're absolutely right. I should have known that when my husband and I were planning family that he was, in fact, a traitor who had installed surveillance cameras in my bedroom! Of course I should have been aware that the number four on the FBI's most wanted list would turn himself in and demand to speak only to me! God, what a horrible profiler I must be to have missed the fact that I am central to the discovery of a blackmail file that will tilt the balance of power in, let me phrase this right, the entire world! Wow! I suck!

No. 7: Tom Keen [2.16] Edit

Richard Denner: Smiling Tommy Connolly. You always were a smug bastard.
Thomas Connolly: And you were always a paranoid, self-righteous prick! [beat] Your Honor. Here's what we're gonna do. You're gonna quash this subpoena.
Richard Denner: And if I don't?
Thomas Connolly: You will. In everyone's career, there's a crossroads, Richard-- a moment where what they'll say next will define their lives, decide their future.
Richard Denner: Is this task force really that important to you?
Thomas Connolly: I don't know what that is. And neither do you. You crossed the line. I'm willing to move past it. And who knows? Maybe one day, when I'm AG, we'll get you on a real court.

Thomas Connolly: Maybe you're a little dinged up. But you're still at the top of your game. 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.
Thomas Connolly: That's where you're wrong, buddy. I never had any principles. That's why I'm on a rocket to the top.

No. 97: The Longevity Initiative [2.17] Edit

No. 117: Vanessa Cruz [2.18] Edit

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: [to Jasper] You need to run, Jasper. Run like the prairie wind, because I'm coming for you. And when I find you, I'm going to cut out that forked tongue of yours and deliver it to the Director myself.

No. 62: Leonard Caul [2.19] Edit

No. 87: Quon Zhang [2.20] Edit

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: We need to find Kenneth Jasper. He's one of the Director's closest allies. He'll know what they're planning. I threatened to kill him when he betrayed Roger Hobbs. More specifically, I threatened to cut out his tongue and deliver it to the Director personally. He won't be easy to find.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: [to Jasper] Don't look so glum, Kenneth. You just spent 10 minutes being ridden hard by Agent Navabi. I'd die for five.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: [to the Director] I had a little chat with Jasper today. Turns out he wasn't very good at holding his tongue, so I thought I'd give you a shot at it.

No. 55: Karakurt [2.21] Edit

No. 11: Tom Connolly [2.22] Edit

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: What sin of mine could you possibly have absorbed?

Thomas Connolly: Our river of influence runs deep, or have you forgotten how easily we made Judge Denner suppress first-degree murder charges against you, Agent Keen? Look around. Why do you think I'm here? There's a banquet tonight, fraternal order of police. I'm the keynote speaker. Four hours from now, I'm going to be on that stage, announcing that my office has secured an indictment against the members of a rogue task force.
Harold Cooper: This task force was authorized by the FBI and the DOJ!
Thomas Connolly: By my predecessor at the DOJ. You're going to prison, Agent Keen. Donald Ressler-- his little oxy addiction will get him drummed out of the Bureau. Samar Navabi will be extradited to Iran, where she will stand trial for the murder of one of their top nuclear scientists. Charlene, Harold, even Agent Mojtabai. We have a little something in mind for all of you, including treason charges and the death penalty for Reddington. So are we finished here? Because I think it's cocktail hour.

Elizabeth Keen: I shot him. That's why you blocked my memory-- not to protect yourself. To protect me.
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Yeah.
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: [beat] Like me.

Season 3 Edit

The Troll Farmer [3.01] Edit

Matthias Solomon: I pine for the days when conquered generals had the sense and good taste to fall on their swords. Now they hold press conferences, negotiate advances for their memoirs while the rest of us clean up their messes.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: [to Keen] You're in a storm, Lizzy. You need to find the peace below the winds.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: The Troll Farmer uses social media to conduct highly coordinated disinformation campaigns on behalf of governments, lobbyists, corporations, crime syndicates, and on occasion, a humble fugitive. He's mastered the art of information warfare by creating events, virtual hoaxes designed to piggyback on real public anxiety. He activates hundreds of fake accounts to post thousands of tweets, creating the appearance of, say, a terrorist attack in Paris that served as cover for an art heist. He doctors screenshots from news outlets to report an ebola outbreak in Atlanta in order to drive up the stock of a drug company developing a cure. The Troll Farmer is much more than a rumor monger. The events he creates appear to be real and provoke a very real response. Smoke manufactured to draw the cameras away from the real fire.

Elizabeth Keen: When I was a little girl, I used to imagine that my mother was a prima ballerina who danced for kings and queens in London and Paris. And she only left me with Sam until she could come home again and sweep me away.

Marvin Gerard [3.02] Edit

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: [to a domestic abuser] 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, 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. And if that doesn't work, I'll cut your filthy tongue out with that butter knife. Is that clear enough for you?

Matthias Solomon: [to a hospitalized Russian agent] Did I disturb you? They said you were sedated. Well, you know what they say? Can't keep a good man down. Unfortunately, it's only a matter of time before the FBI pays you a visit, and we can't have that 'cause you are what is commonly referred to as a loose end. Now, you should take heart, because if the Russians are furious now, imagine how irate they'll be when they learn that there's been another fatality as a result of Agent Ressler's attack on your convoy. If it's any consolation, your heroic devotion to our cause has earned you my most sincere respect. Godspeed, sir.

Marvin Gerard: Let the record reflect that I am complying under duress and that my Fourth Amendment right to privacy is being violated.
Samar Navabi: As is my right not to be nauseated.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: From as early as I can remember, I dreamed of someday being captain of a ship. To be out there on the ocean in the middle of the night, navigating by the stars. I always thought it would be the greatest life on earth. The people you're talking about... The ones who think they know you... They really don't know anything about you at all.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Odysseus spent a decade at war. But his biggest battle was finding his way home.

Eli Matchett [3.03] Edit

Elizabeth Keen: I don't know what happened. I used to consider myself lucky. I had a husband I loved, a job I always wanted. I was the kind of person good things happen to.
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Have you ever heard of Mugs Kalinowski? Lovely guy. Ugliest man I ever laid eyes on. That's why everyone called him Mugs. Except his dear mother. She was an art professor at Bard. Lovingly referred to him as Picasso.
Elizabeth Keen: That's kind of sweet, actually.
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Well, it was an apt nickname. His face was all over the place. But perhaps as a result of that nickname, Mugs grew up with a great appreciation for art. He fenced some of the most extravagant pieces in the world. He only had one rule. Out of respect for dear mom, he'd never lift a Picasso. Felt it was bad luck. Then one day, he got a tip from a source about a piece sitting in a huge loft in Soho. So one evening, Mugs shimmied up the drain pipe, broke in, and lo and behold, there hung on the wall, Les Femmes D'Alger. A spectacular Picasso. One of a series of 15 and astronomically valuable.
Elizabeth Keen: Did he take it?
Raymond 'Red' Reddington: No. And Mugs was convinced that was the single biggest stroke of bad luck he'd ever suffered. Well, what he didn't know was the source who'd given him the tip was working with the feds. The painting had a tracking device on it. Sometimes, bad luck is the best luck you'll ever have.

Raymond 'Red' Reddington: I have survived for a very long time now, and I assure you, I didn't do it by relying on the goodness in people.

The Djinn [3.04] Edit

Arioch Cain [3.05] Edit

Sir Crispin Crandall [3.06] Edit


Red: But first, please indulge my curiosity. An ice castle in the air, the best and the brightest frozen solid. I'm intrigued.
Crandall: You know what these are? They're horseshoe crabs. Decades ago, it was discovered that their plasma contained limulus amebocyte lysate, which can be used to detect bacterial endotoxins.
Crandall: I found a way to synthesize it.
Red: That's how you made your fortune.
Crandall: But more important, they were the inspiration for my vision. They have survived four mass extinctions. We are now on the cusp of the final mass extinction, caused by a species of clever but greedy primates known as homo sapien.
Red: Everyone dies, Mr. Crandall.
Crandall: Death is a process. No one is really dead until the information contained in the brain is lost. Cryonic preservation prevents that loss.
Red: Are you a gambling man, Crispin?
Crandall: No. I abhor casinos.
Red: Oh, yes. Well, I would agree with you there. But perhaps you're familiar with the old saw "You can't beat the house"? No matter how many poor souls you turn into popsicles, the fix is in.
Red: The world in which you awaken will be one incapable of sustaining human life. And why? Because at the critical tipping point, one tragically quixotic megalomaniac cannibalized humanity of the very minds that might have been its salvation.
Red: You see, if you were a betting man, you would understand that now trumps later every time.
Red: The future is a sucker's bet, a maybe, a contingency, a "What if?"
Red: The only thing that is real is the present, and you've plundered it, robbed it of the very geniuses that might have averted the dystopia you so fear.
Red: Indeed, perhaps even the very one who might have devised a means to revive your sad, tired, frozen ass.
Red: Congratulations, Crispin. You've doubled down on extinction.
Crandall: Life on Earth is going to end. Soon. Cryonics is our only hope.
Red: It won't work.
Crandall: I'm betting it will.
Red: Ah. So you are a gambling man. Let's place that bet, shall we? [Shoots him in the chest]
Man: What was that? I thought I heard—
Woman: What happened? Is he dead?
Red: Dead? Pishposh. What's death? It's just a process, right?

Zal Bin Hasaan [3.07] Edit

Season 4 Edit

The Lindquist Concern [4.05] Edit

Donald Ressler: [to Harold Cooper in front of National Security Advisor Laurel Hitchin] You know who she is and you're going to give her that?
Laurel Hitchin: Yes, Agent Ressler, he does. But apparantly, you've forgotten: "she" is your boss's boss's boss's boss.

"Natalie Luca" [4.12] Edit

Raymond Reddington: Losing someone we love is painful, agonising even on the death. The Japanese call it takotsubo, a grieving surge of abnormal electrical waves that causes the hearth to deflate and contort until it resembles a fishing port,hollow and cold, an empty vesell at the bottom of an unfathomable sea.

Season 5 Edit

Sutton Ross [5.22] Edit

Raymond Reddington: There's a fine line between fishing and standing on the shore looking at the video.

Elizabeth Keen: [to Tom's ghost] I know now that those bones in that bag are Raymond Reddington's. The real Raymond Reddington. My father. I know that this man is an imposter. Why he came into my life. Why he took your life. Why he spent the last 30 years pretending to be Raymond Reddington I'm going to figure all that out and then I'm going to destroy him.
Tom Keen: Be careful, Liz. This man, whoever he is, he's dangerous.
Elizabeth Keen: I know he is, but I'm not alone. I have help.
Jennifer Reddington: You ready?
Elizabeth Keen: Oh, yeah. I'm ready.

Season 6 Edit

The Corsican (No.20) [6.02] Edit

Miss Holt: Let me be clear. You will never be free again. You'll be tried, convicted, held in a federal prison until we execute you.
Raymond Reddington: As pleasant as that sounds, I'm afraid I've made other arrangements.
Miss Holt: This is gonna be fun.
Raymond Reddington: Winning always is.

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