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Sam: There you are. I've been looking all over for you. Is Fi –
Michael: I was too late, Sam.
Sam: Look, Mike, you can't blame yourself. I mean, there was nothing you could do. It wasn't like any of us could stop her.
Michael: And what about you, Sam?
Sam: What are you talking about?
Michael: You know exactly what I'm talking about.
Sam: No -- I don't.
Michael: You expect me to believe she knocked you out. How is that possible? [grabs Sam forcibly] How is that possible!
Sam: Mike, come on, man. What do you want me to say? Okay. Yeah, yeah, maybe I could have fought her off. That's right. But did it ever occur to you that maybe she was right? You were losing yourself, Mike! You were selling out everything you ever fought for!
Michael: I was fighting for her!
Sam: By burning spies? Mike, you were betraying your friends. You were about to betray your God damned government.
Michael: What do I do now, Sam? What do I do? I've just been fighting for so long, Sam, and she was all I had left.
Sam: Now you're just going to have to fight a little more.
Fiona: I want to see the photos again.
Jason Bly: Why do you want to torture yourself like that?
Fiona: They were his last moments. Please.
Jason Bly: Michael lived a dangerous life and it ended tragically, but now you have a chance to live yours.
Fiona: You said that the fuel tank was punctured?
Jason Bly: Yes. It ignited and that was it. He never had a chance.
Fiona: No. No, the sides of the cab would have been blasted off in a pressurized explosion. The doors are still on the hinges. This wasn't an accident. It looks more like a roadblock. You're a liar. Michael's alive.
Jason Bly: How could you possibly know that from looking at a photo?
Fiona: I know explosions, I know Michael, and I know that we are done here.
Jason Bly: I hope that this business relationship that you have with Michael is worth it, because from the way it looks, you're going to die for him.
Fiona: [voice-over] I don’t expect to make many friends here, but then I’ve never made friends easily anyway. At least I have a little privacy. I’m not in the yard. At meals or on work duty I’m housed in a unit for violent offenders, alone. It reminds me of the first time I lost you in Ireland. I’d see you in my dreams and then I would wake up and you were still gone. The dreams hurt but they were all that kept me going. They did then and they do now. Love, Fi.
Michael: I need to see Fiona Glenanne.
Tom Card: This is all about your girlfriend? I heard about that situation.
Michael: Trust me, she's innocent.
Tom Card: Look, just do yourself a favor and walk away.
Michael: Not with this. I can't.
Fiona: [upon seeing Michael for the first time in weeks through prison glass] Now you see why I never wear orange.
Michael: [trying to smile, but crying] You look beautiful. I'm going to get you out. I promise you that. We're getting close. The C.I.A. –
Fiona: I love you too, Michael. We don't have much time. I don't want to talk about that.
Michael: You know what I was thinking about the other day? That little, dingy bar in Belfast, the Black Sand Pub.
Fiona: You mean when we met.
Michael: And I made the mistake of asking, [takes on Irish brogue] "Would you like to dance?" and you pulled a snub-nosed revolver on me.
Fiona: That I did, and you said?
Michael: I assume that means yes.
Fiona: This is wonderful. I wasn't sure I'd ever see another sunrise. Thank you for not giving up.
Michael: Consider it payback for the thousand times you've never given up on me.
Fiona: We should go. Sam will be waiting.
Michael: Fi, this could get bad. I want you to sit this out.
Fiona: What?
Michael: You already went to prison to protect me. This -- this won't be easy.
Fiona: Okay. And?
Michael: Have you ever thought you deserve better than this?
Fiona: Michael, all I wanted was to be by your side. I'm not leaving it again.
Michael: I've missed you, Fi.
Fiona: Good.
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