“The Blacklist”. (the blacklist contains names of and info about the world’s most murderous criminal-fugitives, corrupt politicians, spies, mobsters, compiled by James Spader’s character, a criminal, formerly a Navy officer; he releases the info one criminal at a time, in exchange not for immunity but for working with a junior FBI agent.)
Here’s his monologue — he’s with a mortally wounded FBI agent. He has just transfused him with his own blood. They’ve both been hostaged and think they might not survive.
FBI agent, while bleeding…“What is it about, then? The Blacklist? … Revenge?
Criminal character:
“Oh, revenge is too easy, and over so quickly…. I would hope for more than that…”
Injured FBI agent, while bleeding to death:
“Then, why… go through all these…?”
Criminal character: “Oh, i think we will, now — (looks at the “window” of their cell)….
(looks again at the FBI agent like he is about to tell a story, to distract him from his injuries; takes a breath)..…Have you ever sailed across an ocean, Donald… ?
without even the possibility of sighting land for days to come? …
…To stand at the helm of your destiny…
… I want that… one more time…
….I want to be in the Piaza Del Campo in Sienna, to feel the surge…(takes a breath)… as ten racehorses go thundering by….
…(pauses and looks at empty space)… I want another meal in Paris… at L’Ambroisie in the Place des Vosges….
… I want another bottle of wine… and then another.
… I want the warmth of a woman in a cool set of sheets…
(heaves a sigh)… One more night of jazz at the vanguard….
… (looks far-away and half-smiles)… I want to stand on summits and smoke Cubans…
… (closes his eyes, half-smiling)…. and feel the sun on my face…. …. for as long as I can. (raises his face, eyes closed, like he’s feeling the cool of a breeze while standing on a hill)
(opens his eyes) … Walk on the Wall again. Climb the tower. Ride the river. Stare at the frescos….
(looks at open space) … I want to sit in the garden and read one more good book….
…. Most of all I want to sleep … like I slept when I was a boy. Give me that…. Just.. one time.”
The certified death toll from Typhoon Yolanda (Typhoon Haiyan) has breached the 5,000 mark at 5,209, not counting the dead who had been buried by their own families and not reported, the missing who may or may be among those unidentified documented fatalities, and not counting cadavers found but not certified by local officials.
For the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenges, this blog will be featuring images of the brave men, women, and children of Eastern Visayas who bore the brunt of Typhoon Yolanda.
This photo was sent in the email by a student, shot by Philippe Lopez of Agence France Presse, of some of the survivors of Typhoon Yolanda, published here non-commercially for the
Weekly Photo Challenge: Unexpected
the unexpected walk
to a new life by
some of those who emerged from the death and destruction
