Rabbit Hole
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Ben: Jonathan? It matters to me what you think of me.
John: You really must have been something back in the day. Problem is I just don't believe you anymore.
We're not blood brothers or anything.
Ben [to Edward]
John: The weakest element of any system is always going to be the human element. All you need is this [holds up a pen].
Hailey: A pen.
John: An infrared laser pointer, invisible to the naked eye.
Edward: Why would Crowley kill his own candidate?
John: Because this wasn't about winning the presidency. This was about passing a piece of legislation that the senator campaigned on. All he had to do was have her assassinated. Reshape the narrative. Bright young senator cut down in her prime by the radicals she promised to protect us from. Turn her into a martyr, guaranteeing that her legislation would pass. When that happens, Crowley gains access to thousands of data points on every single American with a cell phone or a computer. He can control anyone, anything.
The master dies today.
Kyle
Well, can you do it, Weir? You obviously have a very talented team.
Senator Evers
Ben: Jonathan, we need supplies. If I don't treat this man's wound, his arm is gonna drop off.
Edward: Wait, what?
Ben: Oh, you hear me now, can you?
Ben: We should kill that Kyle kid.
John: Well, there's a surprise. You do know that the Cold War's over, right?
Ben: He could be working for Crowley.
John: And he might just be an innocent FBI informant.
John: For those of us who lie for a living, our only connection to reality are the people who really, really know us, and for me, that was Valence and only Valence. So when we agreed to cut off all communications to do this, I lost that, and it's affected me.
Hailey: No, I get it. Growing up without a real home, you look for it in other people, and for you, Miles was home. I know we haven't known each other for very long, but I haven't had anyone like that in my life for a long time, either, someone you can just be real with, you know? Chicago, the money. I'm actually glad that I don't have to keep that secret anymore, especially from you, so, you know, I thought, since I'm good with you knowing that about me.
John: So you thought I should just trust you now?
Hailey: That's usually how it works, yeah.
John: Well, honestly, I don't know how anybody trusts anybody, give all you've got to go on is someone else's word.
Hailey: How about you try to trust me just, I don't know, 90% more?
John: Ninety percent? Jesus Christ. Seventy-five percent is high.
Hailey: Oh, fuck you. I think I deserve at least 80.
John: Alright. Eighty percent. I think you've got yourself a deal.
Ben: He kills a guy with a fire extinguisher, and suddenly he's MI5.
Edward: I didn't, I didn't- you said he was OK.
Ben: Of course, a hundred thousand dollar bottle of single malt whiskey is gonna be chipped.
Edward: If you ask me, the whiskey was worth getting shot. Monstrously epic shit.
John: You gotta connect the digital antenna. It's right there.
Hailey: How many of these do you have?
John: Antennas? Just the one.
Hailey: No, I mean creepy secret hideouts.
John: I don't know. A lot. I keep searching these government auction sites. I can't help myself.
