The Blacklist (TV Series)

Madeline Pratt (No. 73) (2014)

James Spader: Raymond 'Red' Reddington

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• 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] 

  Raymond 'Red' Reddington : 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 security guard] 

  Raymond 'Red' Reddington : Carrying her furs and bikinis as if I wouldn't rather be back in Dutchess County my shelties.

  [to Lizzy] 

  Raymond 'Red' Reddington : Hey, don't take anything for granted. Everything you have was bought and paid for by your boyfriend.

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

• 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?