- Dembe Zuma: After I was shot, lying there on the street - I thought I was dying. And in that moment, I was okay with that being the end. With all the things going through my mind - I also thought of Raymond. More than anyone I've ever known, he's always been at peace with death. He says death is inevitable. It will come for us all. And that inevitability robs death entirely of its significance. What matters are the things that are not inevitable. The things we create. The things we find. The left we take when everything in our life is leading us right. How we live. I've always loved him for that. For his remarkable refusal to "go quietly into that good night."
- Harold Cooper: The poem - by Dylan Thomas. "Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
- Harold Cooper: The poem - by Dylan Thomas. "Rage, rage Against the dying of the light."
- Dembe Zuma: Yes. Imagine. Raymond, a man surrounded by death in so many ways, so passionately committed to embracing life. He could have surrendered a thousand times over. But instead, he chooses to rage. To rage against the dying of the light. To rage against the bad guys that would do us all harm. Rage to protect those people he loves. To find moments of peace and joy - and fun
- [laughs]
- Dembe Zuma: - even though he knows the light is still dying. To live a most passionate life, knowing it will still lead to the same inevitable end - is perhaps the most deeply moving choice one can make. It is the lesson at the very core of my time with him.
- [Tearfully]
- Dembe Zuma: You never imagined this is how it would end. But our time with him, our time together, was never about how it ended.
- [Emotionally]
- Dembe Zuma: It was about the adventure, about life, about Raymond constantly reminding us, showing us, imploring us - to rage.
- Raymond 'Red' Reddington: How long ago?
- Angela: A few minutes, maybe ten. Who is he? An American policeman.
- Raymond 'Red' Reddington: With the FBI. Yes. Humorless fellow with handsome hair.
- [chuckles]
- Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Fair play, Donald. I wonder what you'd actually do with yourself if one day you finally got your man?
- Dembe Zuma: Harold?
- Harold Cooper: I'm sorry for the late visit. It's been a long and crazy day.
- Dembe Zuma: It's okay. Come in. I'm sure if you're here it's because you have news.
- Harold Cooper: I just spent the last few hours in a classified meeting at Main Justice. The Attorney General's decided not to file charges against you for warning Reddington about the raid at the airfield.
- Dembe Zuma: But?
- Harold Cooper: But you've been relieved of duty. You're no longer an active agent with the Bureau. I'm sorry, I tried.
- Dembe Zuma: It's okay, Harold. Really, it is.
- Harold Cooper: No. It's not.
- Dembe Zuma: I'm telling you it is. Sitting here - all I've had is time to think. And I think - it's time for me to get out from in front of or behind guns.
- Harold Cooper: It's hard to believe this is how it ends. I mean, I always knew the Task Force would end one day, that my career would end one day - but all of this?
- Dembe Zuma: After I was shot, lying there on the street - I thought I was dying. And in that moment, I was okay with that being the end. With all the things going through my mind - I also thought of Raymond. More than anyone I've ever known, he's always been at peace with death. He says death is inevitable. It will come for us all. And that inevitability robs death entirely of its significance. What matters are the things that are not inevitable. The things we create. The things we find. The left we take when everything in our life is leading us right. How we live. I've always loved him for that. For his remarkable refusal to "go quietly into that good night."
- Harold Cooper: The poem - by Dylan Thomas. "Rage, rage Against the dying of the light."
- Dembe Zuma: Yes. Imagine. Raymond, a man surrounded by death in so many ways, so passionately committed to embracing life. He could have surrendered a thousand times over. But instead, he chooses to rage. To rage against the dying of the light. To rage against the bad guys that would do us all harm. Rage to protect those people he loves. To find moments of peace and joy - and fun
- [laughs]
- Dembe Zuma: - even though he knows the light is still dying. To live a most passionate life, knowing it will still lead to the same inevitable end - is perhaps the most deeply moving choice one can make. It is the lesson at the very core of my time with him.
- [Tearfully]
- Dembe Zuma: You never imagined this is how it would end. But our time with him, our time together, was never about how it ended.
- [Emotionally]
- Dembe Zuma: It was about the adventure, about life, about Raymond constantly reminding us, showing us, imploring us - to rage.
- [Quietly]
- Dembe Zuma: To rage.
- Siya Malik: I was wrong. A sack with the skull of Islero, a Miuran bull that gored the famous matador, the one that was killed, uh... Manolete... He told me all about him. A man who 'found it easier to risk his life than live his life without risk.' Reddington went to Mexico. He said a noble beast like that doesn't belong on the wall above the bar of a dingy Mexican cantina.
- Dembe Zuma: Dembe: Yes. Imagine. Raymond, a man surrounded by death in so many ways, so passionately committed to embracing life. He could have surrendered a thousand times over. But instead, he chooses to rage. To rage against the dying of the light. To rage against the bad guys that would do us all harm. Rage to protect those people he loves. To find moments of peace and joy - and fun
- [laughs]
- Dembe Zuma: - even though he knows the light is still dying. To live a most passionate life, knowing it will still lead to the same inevitable end - is perhaps the most deeply moving choice one can make. It is the lesson at the very core of my time with him.
- [Tearfully]
- Dembe Zuma: You never imagined this is how it would end. But our time with him, our time together, was never about how it ended.
- [Emotionally]
- Dembe Zuma: It was about the adventure, about life, about Raymond constantly reminding us, showing us, imploring us - to rage.
- Raymond 'Red' Reddington: I'd imagine he's nervous. We often stumble when we're closest to the object of our endearment. It's just one of those little twists of fate and affection. Agnes, sometimes boys can be so slow, and so dumb. Give him time. He's just trying to come to terms with his feelings for you. Just keep crushing, but keep cool, and soon enough, he'll figure out how to crush back.
- Angela: It's early.
- Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Men will be coming. They always come. And before they come, I always go.
- Harold Cooper: We're in New York. At the bathhouse. He knows. We talked about everything. Hudson, Nixon, what happened with Reddington. We have to find him. We're trying. But there's no sign of him here. It's been a minute since I was here, but everything looks just as it was.
- Donald Ressler: That's what he does. He'll walk away from everything with nothing but what's left in his pockets_
- Angela: How are you feeling?
- Raymond 'Red' Reddington: These are quite something.
- Angela: Azahar.
- Raymond 'Red' Reddington: Yes, orange blossoms. So beautiful here this time of year. You know, they say the golden apples of immortality, the ones Hercules went looking for, they weren't apples at all. They were bitter oranges.