And a little lesbianism, that will eventually send you to hell. Just kidding, what a wonderful scene. One of the strongest through-lines of this entire show has been watching the reconstruction of the always very human Pam, watching her do this exact thing -- "I see every part of you" -- and come to terms with the fact that her daughter is pretty incredible in most ways, and let her be who she is. Support that continuing process.
I mean, that would be a killer speech in any context, in any family, but knowing the Fields family history it really makes it powerful. Can you imagine if somebody said that to you? "I know exactly who you are, and I have the actual knowledge and authority to assure you there is no darkness there."
PI: "Found your Lair 3.0. What do you imagine is there, Spencer?"
Spencer: "No fucking idea. Probably a simulacrum of a simulacrum."
PI: "Okay, what do you hope is behind that door."
Spencer: "For a gross heroin-looking skiptracer you sure do have a light touch. It's incredibly comforting right now, I'm not gonna lie. What I will say is that we had a secret, the two of us. And if he's still there, if it's still in play, that means he kept our secret."
PI: "It took a while and multiple viewings, but I guess that makes sense."
Spencer: "Did you ever play the game with the flowers when you were little? He loves me, he loves me not? The trick is, you just find a flower with the odd number of petals."
PI: "Buttercups. Marigolds. In addition to my caring nature I also know how many petals each kind of flower has. I am pretty complex."
Spencer: "How many petals on a hydrangea?"
PI: "The number is infinite. I think I get your point. Hydrangeas are the flower of heartlessness. They change color quickly and often. And if you open that door...?"
Spencer: "I open the door. And if it's full of the things that I think it is, then it means that there's hope. That means that he loves me, and that I wasn't wrong about us. And if not..."
PI: "Then it's time to let him go. You never meet the same person twice. But what kind of self-respecting person goes looking -- this hard, or at all -- for reasons to forgive their torturer?"
Spencer: "The kind of person who has already lost their grip, sir. The kind of person who is acquainted with desperation, and knows the hits just keep on coming."