Call Raymond Reddington. THEY HAD SOMEONE’S DETACHED HAND TO USE FOR FINGERPRINT ID!
Red (playing chess as someone tries to hire him) “I prefer to play with myself in private.” Me too, Red, me too.
“He’s a myth.”
“That’s what they said about Deep Throat and the G-spot.”
I predict an Emmy for writing, right here, right now.
She has to know she is his daughter, right? He will take care of her. Quit yer bitchin’ and go with Daddy.
Sidenote: My house smells like dirty ass, menthol cigarette ashtrays and flea spray. What have I become? I am also eating flaming hot Cheetos. Expect a full on meltdown tomorrow. I do not process processed food well. Pun intended.
Costume/wardrobe whatever it is called emmy for this show too. Also plays an integral role in the plot. Nice!
And … let’s start talking!