#however understandably nobody guessed 'crime spree'

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from this real advice column:

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[247krp]

— Rejoice, little lambs! We have recovered our own Lalisa Manoban, spotted prancing about in the Southeast Side. I don’t remember seeing her with any clique back in high school, but I’m not here to spill yesterday’s tea. So straight to the rundown: can you say hot-tempered and determined? Apparently now she spends time as a detective, and keeps skeletons buried at Macheon Hill Community, 101. But those won’t stay hidden for long, if you and I have any say on it. Welcome back, Princess Shamu; we missed you so.

In case you don’t remember the devil’s name, here’s to refresh your memory:

Fat. Very Fat and Unpopular. She might as well have been one of the Nobodies…. even so, she wasn’t good enough. All through High School she was teased by how big she was. Short term friends would tell her she had so much potential if only she would lose some weight. But the truth is she loved food. She was a fatty and she knew that, so she didn’t let it bother her too much. Regarding her courses she was practically a genius. Best of the herd. She would often be selected for mathematics, science or language competitions. It was true, she was gifted, but nobody cared. Except when someone needed tutoring. Then she was useful. Other than that she was practically invisible. That is until Gossip Girl decided to dig into her family. Finding out she was the daughter of a multimillionaire stock broker and a very successful fashion designer / model brought a bunch of attention towards the girl. Suddenly a lot of people wanted to hang out with her, mostly because she they wanted something out of her. The females wanted autographs, purses, clothes, shoes. The males generally wanted to date. They somehow thought that Lalisa Manoban would happily accept the sugar-mama lifestyle. Wrong.

Nevermind the memory lane though, the present is always the ripest fruit:

There was a 180 degree turn in Lalisa’s life. After graduating she set new goals and was completely determined on achieving them. One of those goals was to do something extremely reckless and out of her comfort zone… And so she joined the Police Academy. It was that which helped her become the woman she is today. She wanted something physical and challenging, something she hadn’t experienced before. Enduring the harsh training was hard, however not once did she think of quitting. It was fun, rough and challenging. Her goal? To become a detective and solve crime. Which, in present day, she achieved with hard work and dedication. The days she spent in the Police Academy were the most memorable. She still remembers the first time she was addressed as Officer Manoban. These days she’s known as Detective Manoban a new and improved woman… Oh did I mention she’s 130 pounds lighter?

But we are nothing if not open books – my job is to ensure you get to the best pages:

Born in Thailand abandoned in Korea when she was seven. The last thing she remembers about her parents was them telling her to stay put while they ran to the store for a minute. She still vividly remembers her mother’s face and her teary eyes as her father observed from a distance. Internally she knew what was about to happen, however she waited. It took about three days until someone finally asked her what was wrong. However it was useless since she didn’t understand what they were saying.

It was hard at first but as a kid you’re very resilient and you adapt and you learn. The foster home she was in wasn’t good at all. She witnessed how one of the caretakers physically and sexually abused children by bribing them with toys or money. On her end she stayed as far away as she could from that man as possible. Albeit that wasn’t enough to stay under the radar. One day Lisa caught the man’s eye and just like that she found herself without clothes looking back at a full grown man’s body. It was the most disgusting sight she had ever experienced. As the man drew closer she had lost all will to resist and decided to just accept what was coming. Maybe she deserved it. However thanks to God, and really good friends she made, she was saved. A barrage of foster kids ganged up on the man with full rage determined on ending it all once and for all. The kids fought greatly but still the monster prevailed. That’s when Lisa decided to speak up for the first time in her life.

“It’s okay. You can do it to me.”

Those were the last words the monster ever heard. Intentionally seducing the man, she sat him down, straddled him, kissed him and with extreme anger she sharply rotated his neck. It wasn’t enough to kill him, which is what she was aiming for, but the results were much better than that. The man became paralyzed form the neck down and she doesn’t have to live with the guilt of having to kill someone. I guess it was a win win situation.

Her luck began to change when she was adopted. Just months after the incident, which appeared on the news, a couple came to pick her up. They had tried to have a child for a while now but it just wasn’t working. At age nine she legally became the heiress to a bunch of money. A multi-millionaire step father and a super rich fashion model / designer mother sound like awesome parents. However they adopted more for publicity rather than out of love. The couple was very dysfunctional. They were never home at the same time and if they were it was never with each other but with other people. His father (although more caring) was the strangest, he would often bring home young men which would be roaming the house naked. As if the place belonged to them. It was almost like she didn’t exist. It was worst when she gained weight. Her mother barely even spoke to her then. But as always, books had been her companion. One thing she’s grateful for is her father’s library (and the one he built exclusively for her) and her home school teacher. They were her greatest allies. She decided knowledge would be her best friend and she wouldn’t need anything else besides that.

Home School was fun but it didn’t bring the social benefits an actual school contributes. She was around the age were she would be entering High School and she really wanted to get out and explore the world. Experience love, laughter, mischief and many other things without being alone. That’s when Lisa decided to speak with her Home School teacher and ask her to speak to her parents for her. Her parents couldn’t care less and left the responsibility to her Home School Teacher which became her tutor. Even though she was ahead a few years she decided to just start from the beginning. And honestly it was the worst decision of her life…

Well.. not exactly.

Everything was basically the same as it was at home. She was invisible. No one cared about her, and when they did it was because she smart and they needed help. She made a few acquaintances but those didn’t last long; And that was something she was already used to. Nothing new. Then suddenly, her fifteen minutes of fame arose and everyone claimed they knew her. Everyone was interested in being her friend, everyone wanted a piece of that fortune. Lisa can admit she was very tempted in taking that moment to shine. She wanted to have many friends and not feel so alone anymore. But she knew deep down that it was all fake. She was too smart to let an event like this take over her life. Gossip Girl just wanted to see her crash and burn, an innocent bystander in a lake full of no good junkies, criminal rich kids who are entitled to everything. She wasn’t going to cave into the pressure. She’s been through worse.

And so her fame died down. She went back to being invisible her Senior Year.

Present day Lisa is a detective with a passion for what she does. She LOVES busting the bad guys and solving the cold cases she’s given. Titled ‘The Young Prodigy’ by her coworkers who get jealous of how young she is. After the rigorous Police Academy training she has grown stronger, less fearful and more brazen. She isn’t afraid to speak up anymore and definitely doesn’t like to stay invisible. Everywhere she goes she makes sure she stands out, may it be by her new found beauty or her intelligence, whatever it may be she’s gonna turn heads.

She still visits her father who still brings young men into the house, just doesn’t bother to hide it anymore (not like he did very well in the first place). The bond with her mother has grown ever since she lost weight. They go on shopping sprees together and she gets totally spoiled. She now calls her ‘my little princess’ and pinches her cheeks as if they’ve been that close for a long time. Deep down she knows there’s really no genuineness in her mother’s heart but she’s learn to take advantage of her circumstances over the years. Her mother gets a best friend who she spills all her secrets to and she gets to be rich with her.

It’s really not that bad pretending after all.

[kiss-my-freckle]

I presumed that there was an order to things, that there was ... that if I nourished and protected and taught the child, she would be safe ... and happy. - Red 

My latest dig for dialogues. I’ll be editing to add as I gather more.  

Nourish

Red: I agree with you completely. But it is a restaurant, and it is dinnertime.

Red: I brought you a souvenir. What’s your feeling about guava?

Red: If I tell you, you have to promise me you’ll try the fertilized duck eggs. It’s a daring and unique dining experience. You’ll think you’ve died and gone to hell.

Red: I come bearing gifts - pimento cheese sandwiches, toasted with the crusts cut off. 

Paris: Shall I set a third place for lunch? Liz: No, thank you. Red: You may want to think twice. He’s making a turbot with a matsutake mushroom broth.

Red: I hope you have indigestion. Liz: No. But if it makes you feel better, I’m in a bad mood. Red: Excellent! Dembe: He’s making fenugreek porridge. My ancestors learned that it can cure a troubled stomach and soothe aches and pains. Red: Medicinal South Sudanese cuisine. 

Red: Elizabeth. To what do we owe the pleasure? I hope it’s a hankering for roast goose. Succulent doesn’t begin to des -

Protect 

Red: How did things go with Agent Keen? Zamani: Paid her a visit, like you asked. Red: And the husband? Zamani: Like you asked.

Garrick: The girl. The agent. I want to know who she is. You came out of the box for her. Traded your life for hers. Red Reddington placing somebody else’s life ahead of his own. What makes her so special?

Red: She’s nothing to you. A distant, confused memory. I’m the one you want. Kirk: What I want is to put a bullet in your head before I die. Red: Then do that. An even trade. Kirk: With the FBI wanting to ambush me the moment I give her up, I don’t think so. Red: You set the terms. However you want, I’ll do it. My life for hers.

Red: Elizabeth? Sutton Ross: Your life for hers. Red: Done.

Red: Please understand I want more than anything to help you. It’s the reason why I’m here. But I won’t say another word until the terms of my deal are met. I’m so sorry to bother you with these trivial details, but it’s a simple yes or no.

Red: You know the problem with drawing lines in the sand? With a breath of air, they disappear. You may not like me. You may not understand how or why I do what I do. But I’m here because you want answers to questions you haven’t even thought of yet. Now, if that doesn’t matter to you, the solution is simple - I get in this car and I disappear. Liz: You have a deal with the government. You have a tracking device in your neck. Red: You don’t believe Raymond Reddington could cease to exist in 60 seconds? I offer that particular package to clients. Liz: You’re offering to walk away? Red: I’m not going to beg you to allow me the privilege of helping you. So, say the word, and I’m gone. Tell me to go, Lizzy. Then I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.

Red: As soon as the name “Masha Rostova” hit the 24-hour news cycle, they came for her. I thought I could protect her. I did protect her, all these years. I’ve anticipated almost every threat. But this one. A medical complication in childbirth.

Red: I’ve spent 30 years building an intelligence network of spies, informants, patriots, traitors. I’ve used it to build an empire that exists for only two reasons: To keep me free and you safe. 

Kate: So you want me to join you in organized crime to protect Elizabeth. Red: Yes, Kate. Help me protect the girl we love.

Red: As I feared would happen, elements from Katarina’s past are circling Elizabeth like a pack of wolves in the night. I put Tom Keen in her life to keep an eye on her, and he married her. Kate: This isn’t about Tom Keen. It’s about your need for control. Red: Indeed. I need to control the danger to Elizabeth. I’ve built a vast criminal network predicated on that very principal. It’s time to live up to my mission statement. 

Red: She was wrong to think Elizabeth and her child were safer without me in their lives. But in the end, she was -she did what she did out of love for the little girl she swore to protect what seems like a lifetime ago.

Liz: Tom. Red: What I did was for your protection. Liz: Taking his job away. Red: I’m not a threat to your safety, Lizzy. Or your child’s. On the contrary. I can guarantee it, but I cannot do that if you run away.

Red: Four years ago, I surrendered to protect you. From Tom, Berlin, Cabal. And now you may go to jail because of me. It appears Kate may be right after all. Maybe I am the person you need protection from.

Liz: You did it once. Red: Yes. When you were a child, to protect you from the memory of killing your father. I hired Krilov once. Never again.

Red: Elizabeth is who she is, Kate. She’s not Masha anymore. With little to none of my presence or influence through the years, she has grown up to be Special Agent Elizabeth Keen. Her area of scholarship and expertise is the study of criminals. The habits and inclinations, the curiosities and proclivities, the psychiatry of criminals. That’s who she is. That may be the world she was born to, but it is most certainly the world she has chosen to live in. I can continue to give her more distance, but she is going to continue to be who she is. And I’m not going to stop watching out for her. So either you go and save yourself, or this ends right here. Now.

Red: Your curiosity is understandable. A mysterious suitcase bequeathed to you by a dying woman who insists that Elizabeth must be apprised of its contents. But what if instead of happiness or closure, giving it to her has the opposite effect? 

Teach

Red: You won’t find the girl until you learn to look at this differently. Liz: And how should I look at this? Red: Like a criminal. May come easier than you think. Shall I show you?

Liz: Great plan, except, as I have said, I know nothing about encryption. Red: You’re a very quick study.

Red: I don’t know about serial killers, but I do know about torture, and there is no one-size-fits-all. If you really want to hurt someone, you need to tailor your attack specifically to that person. Perhaps the killer’s methods, the injuries he inflicts tell you less about him and more about his victims. 

Red: That’s what he does. Who is he? Liz: He’s nobody. He’s a lab rat. He’s a lab rat. 

Red: You’re so linear.  Liz: What’s that supposed to mean? Red: The FBI and the police - the way they teach you to think never ceases to amaze me. Lizzy, not every missing child is on the back of a milk carton. Liz: Who wouldn’t report a missing child? Red: People who won’t or can’t go to the police.

Red: This brute they call The Deer Hunter isn’t a buck at all, but instead a delicate doe. Liz: A woman? I disagree with you. Red: Okay. But your killer attacks from a distance, indicating the predator’s smaller, perhaps unable to overpower their prey. Men tend to kill in close proximity - strangulation, blunt instrument, a knife. By contrast, women tend to favor weapons that can be used from further away - poison, a gun, a crossbow. Liz: Richard Kuklinski was 6’5″, 300 pounds, and one of his favorite weapons of choice was cyanide. Red: Yes, but male serial killers are predominantly, overwhelmingly sexually sadistic. In this case, there is not the slightest indication of a sexual motive. Liz: Aileen Wuornos was a prostitute who lured her victims in with the promise of sex. Red: The Deer Hunter has been active for over a decade, from the truck driver in Des Moines in 2003 to the doorman in Adams Morgan last night. That’s 12 years. The average length of a killing spree for a man is two, perhaps three. Yes, Agent Keen, for every rule there is an exception. Each factor, taken separately is not conclusive, but put them together and it’s clear - you haven’t found your man because he’s a woman.

Red: I’m apologizing for telling Garvey that I would kill him if he ever came after you. Liz: And why would you apologize for that? Red: Think like a criminal, Lizzy. Liz: Because by threatening him, you told him how important I am to you.

Red: My mother understood the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself. So she understood everything. I’ve taught you to think like a criminal. I should’ve taught you to think like her. 

the child

Red: Fine. You can be my daughter.

Liz: Are you scolding me? Red: Yes. Yes, I’m scolding you. Liz: What are you gonna do? Ground me? Take away my phone privileges? 

Liz: Are you my father? Liz: Why? Because he’s a fugitive on the “Most Wanted” list? 

Liz: Don’t speak to me like I’m a child. 

Red: You will always be her father, Sam. I can only hope to love her and protect her [as you have].

Katarina: If they get to me, if they take me, take care of Masha. Ilya: Like she was [my own].

Liz: You won’t stay angry with me. I know you think you will, but you won’t. Parents don’t stay angry with their children. Or their grandchildren. And that’s who you are to us. It doesn’t matter who you were. This is who you are [and who you’ll always be].

Advice & Emotional Support

Red: Be careful, Lizzy. Because the truth of it is, once you start down this road - there’s no logical place to stop. You can see to her education, health insurance, housing. You can watch her or have her watched. Keep her safe. Try to ascertain her hopes, dreams, desires. Pull strings, call in favors to discreetly smooth the path. And for the first few years, it may work. You’ll draw some measure of virtue from being her invisible benefactor. But that won’t last. It’s all a fraud. That it’s really not about her at all. That it’s all about you. And you’re just going through the motions to salve your own guilt. Look - all the money, all the time and effort, all the favors in the world cannot possibly equal what you took away from her. Everything else is just a nice gesture.

Red: People say youth is wasted on the young. I disagree. I believe wisdom is wasted on the old. All you can do is part with it, but very few will take it. Least of all, the people closest to you. They want no part of it. No matter how often I warn you about Tom, you seem intent on discovering those perils for yourself. I know I say things that unsettle you about the dangers that lie ahead. I know I anger you with things I say about Tom. But if I’ve ever given you the impression that you won’t survive this, that you and your child aren’t going to have the simple life that I know you long for, I’m sorry. Because you are going to have that, Lizzy.

Red: Is a child really what you want? But a baby won’t fix what happened in the past.

Red: You’re arriving at a point of no return, Lizzy. If you have any doubts about your husband, you can’t go through with this adoption. When you get there, if there is even one shred of doubt ...

Red: It was the right decision not to have the baby. I’m sorry for your suffering.

Red: When you love someone, you have no control. That’s what love is. Being powerless. Liz: I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Red: There’s nothing wrong with you. There’s nothing wrong with you.

Red: I understand what it’s like to be drawn to something that is unhealthy to a part of yourself that you are afraid of. But I want you to remember what your life really was with him, and imagine all that it could be without him. 

Red: I think you’re running away from your problems when you should be facing them. I’m sure it feels like you’re staring into an abyss, but until you mourn, you won’t be able to cross it.

Red: Don’t just go off and hide in the dark. Wherever you go, look for some light.

Praise & Encouragement

Red: “It was only through the efforts of an FBI profiler that suspicion began to fall on Hector Lorca, leading to his arrest and indictment.” Well done, Lizzy. Very impressive.

Red: How did things go with your case? Congratulations. I’m proud of you.

Red: It’s the children whom the world almost breaks who grow up to save it.

Red: You look strong.

Red: You disappoint me. And yet, somehow, at the same time, you impress me. You persevere.

Red: If you’re asking whether it was a surprise that you became an FBI agent, the answer is no.

Red: What is your fantasy? Liz: It’s been the same thing for as long as I can remember. I’m walking in a park with my husband. In between us is our little girl. I’m holding her hand in mine and I never let go. - Red: It’s your fantasy. Liz: What about it? Red: It’s as it should be.

Liz: I shot a cop. Red: Yes, you did. Liz: And killed the Attorney General of the United States. Red: Yes. And when you did that you crossed a threshold, leaving your world, entering mine. Bad things are gonna find you now, Lizzy. This life has a mind and a momentum of its own. That’s a reality you need to accept. Bad things happen to good people. Liz: Am I a good person? I’m not so sure anymore. Red: I’m sure.

Fulton: “Fidelity. Bravery. Integrity.” This is the Bureau’s motto. Do you honestly believe a child of yours can honor that? Red: Would you honestly believe any answer I gave? Fulton: I doubt it. But Agent Keen’s future with the Bureau depends on you giving it your best shot. Red: No. Elizabeth’s future with the Bureau depends on her giving it her best shot. And your willingness to judge her on her merits, not mine. Push her. Provoke her. Figure out a way past her grief and anger, and you’ll see her for who she really is. Fulton: And who is that? Red: Everything that I am not.

Bits of Sam

Red: Sam did what I told him to.

Liz: I know this song. When I was a little girl, I had these terrible nightmares. I remembered flashes of - of fire and smoke. God, so much smoke. My dad would lay in bed with me and hold me in his arms and hum that song. He’d tell me I was safe - that everything was gonna be okay. You spent days building that damn thing. You knew about the song. My father. You knew I’d find out the truth. And you wanted me to know ... Red: ... that everything is going to be okay. You’re going to be okay.

Red: I’m sorry about your father. How was the funeral? This is going to be a difficult time. The best way to keep the memory of your father alive is to talk about him. Tell me some stories.

Red: What I do know is this - Sam’s involvement was as your father. And no one can pervert or distort that.

Liz: What’s this? Red: You don’t remember, do you? Liz: What? Red: The grapevines. The ones you and Sam harvested. Liz: Of course. I - I remember. Along the garden fence, we would pick - Is this from - Red: A bottle of wine you made with Sam when you were a child. Happy birthday, Lizzy. You’ve become everything Sam dreamed you would and more. Share it with someone special. That said, it’s probably undrinkable by now, so I also brought you an ’82 Brunello as a backup.

Bits of Katarina

Red: Katarina Rostova was the cleverest, most resourceful woman I have ever known. Liz: What are you saying? Red: No matter how dark the moment, she could always find her way through. Liz. She was a Russian spy who I never knew. Red: No, you didn’t. But that doesn’t mean your mother is gone. I see her in you every day. She’s as much a part of you as the air you breathe.

Red: Lizzy, I misspoke earlier about your child. I said that having it would be inconvenient. When your mother was pregnant with you, it was terribly inconvenient. The Cold War was ending. Her country was falling apart. Everything she had ever known. She dreaded having a child. Almost aborted it. Not one day of her pregnancy did she ever think of you as anything but a curse. And then, from the second you were born - there was never a day when she thought you were anything but a blessing. In my experience, there is never a convenient time to have a child. It certainly isn’t a convenient time for you. But if in saying that, I left you with the impression that I didn’t think you should have your baby, I’m sorry for that. Because nothing could be further from the truth.

Red: Your parents loved each other very much. The Cold War was hard - too hard for your father. When the Soviet Union was collapsing, he took you from her. She gave up everything to follow him, to follow you. Your mother, despite what he’d done, she wanted him back. She wanted them to be a family. As much as it pains me to say it, he was probably the only man she ever really loved. Your mother was never the same after that. The man she loved killed by the child she adored - it was just too much. Two months later, she went to Cape May and left her clothes on the beach, walked into the ocean and was never seen again. Liz: So, that night, I killed both my parents. Red: You were a child. There should never have been a gun for you to grab. Looking back, I’m not sure I shouldn’t have raised you myself. I don’t want you looking back with that kind of regret.

Red: You remind me so much of your mother. I don’t remember if I’ve ever told you that before, have I?

Liz: I don’t know how I can feel so relieved and so pissed off at the same time. Red: Don’t judge her too harshly. Liz: I don’t think I could judge her harshly enough. Whoever you are today, whatever you’ve become - It’s because of the lies she told. Red: She was between a rock and a hard place. Liz: That’s no excuse for framing someone for a crime they didn’t commit. Red: It’s easy to think that now. Back then - things were - complicated. Liz: I grew up believing Raymond Reddington was a traitor. Red: Well, now you know the truth. Liz: I know a truth. Red: You know that your parents loved you very much. And that’s the only truth that matters.

Red: Your mother was not as bad as - I understand why you might think she was, but she wasn’t. She was a young woman trying to make sense of a world that was falling apart around her. She was on one side of an unbridgeable divide. Your father was on the other. And you were in between. Over the years, your mother’s legend has grown. Mythic spy. Bloodless turncoat. In the process, people forgot the person behind the legend, but I haven’t. If she were here, I’m sure she’d tell you she made so many mistakes. She was scared and uncertain and just trying to do the best she could. Bring Agnes home, Elizabeth.

Red has all the right

More right than Sam

Sam: I need to tell Lizzy. Red: No. Sam: I know what we agreed, but before I go, I have to tell her. Red: I can’t let you do that. Sam: She deserves the truth.

Red: Listen to me. I’ve been friends with Sam for all of yours and most of my life. He was dying. Every part of his body was failing. He was impatient for it to end. He’d asked to be disconnected from all the machines. He was in pain and suffering. And he wasn’t thinking clearly. If he were, he would never have chosen to tell you any of it. It wasn’t his choice to make. We said goodbye and I put him out of his misery.

Red: I killed Sam because he was in pain and he wanted to die and because I had to protect you from the truth.

Red: I loved Sam, Lizzy. Taking his life was of all the difficult things that I’ve done that may may be the most. But I did it to keep you from learning the name of your real father, to protect you. And you must understand - having done that, I’m certainly not going to tell you who he was now.

More right than Dom

Dom: Well, that’s wonderful. Now I am a great-grandfather. Red: I came here to tell you that. Dom: Sure. I’m sure you did. Right there on your desk calendar.

Dom: I had to make do with photographs of Masha. Did you even tell her about me?

Dom: Don’t start with me. You were the architect of this charade. Cost me my daughter and, up until now, my granddaughter and my great-granddaughter.

Dom: Masha’s alive. My granddaughter is alive. How long have you known this? How long you let me sit here, thinking that she was - You told me she was dead! How could you lie to me like - 

Dom: I went into hiding, gave up my home, my granddaughter. Masha doesn’t even know I exist. 

Dom: Relax. She doesn’t know Oleander’s me. I certainly didn’t tell her. And since I know ­all you care about is yourself, you can stop worrying. I didn’t say a word about you. My own granddaughter three feet away after almost 30 years, I couldn’t say a damn thing to her. Red: I can’t talk about this now. Dom: You should tell her. Enough secrets. She deserves to know. Red: We can talk about this later.

More right than "Katarina”

Dom: I never heard from Katarina after she left for America. What really happened to her - I think there are some people who want to keep that information a secret. And I think they will do whatever is necessary even now to keep it that way.

Liz: Can I ask why? You’re my grandfather. Why would you want to hide that from me? Dom: Because I made a promise a long time ago.  Liz: A promise to lie to your granddaughter? Why would anyone ever ask you to do that? Dom: To keep you safe. Liz: You know his identity. Dom: I do.

Dom: A few months after I made it to America, Katarina met me here on that sidewalk. She handed me a key to box 642. Liz: The letter. This is where you picked it up. Dom: She gave the key to her mother too. She told us that, when she resurfaced, she would make contact with us. I got this 28 years ago. And in 28 years, there was not a week that has passed that I haven’t tried to use it. I’d say a silent prayer first hoping, praying to find something from her. Liz: And did you? Dom: Last time I saw my daughter was in this rearview mirror nearly 30 years ago. If my Katarina was still here, she would have let me know. Liz: But the letter you picked up in February - Dom: Katarina’s mother sent it to her. A letter in a bottle, cast into the ocean by a mother on her deathbed, hoping against hope that somehow the letter would find her daughter alive. I picked it up because I knew it never would. Liz: Thank you for telling me. Dom: I wish I had a different story, but -

but Red has all the right.