Nick: "Have we not had this conversation literally a million times?"
Kalinda: "No, you broke it. You fucked it, you burnt it, you ruined it. That thin slim thing we still had, with the ice creams and the cast-iron cookware and the knives and throat-punching and all that, you broke it."
And the funny thing is, you'll never know how, or why. You heard that thing my voice did on the phone, you heard it every time. You heard it, and I never even heard it until you pointed it out. And you were right to be jealous. I will spend the rest of my life making up for what I did to her, for making her feel stupid, for making her feel like she wasn't worth loving. You were right to be afraid, lady. Because I'm somebody else's tiger now.
You spent so much time poking around trying to hurt whoever was on the other end of that voice, and when you finally did it, you had no idea. So this may come as a shock, but it's over. Really, truly over.
Please fight me on this.
Nick: "M / F / K? What's your Plan B?"
Alicia looks around, feeling nervous. Not scared-nervous, excited nervous. Two shots, two limes. Kalinda nowhere to be seen. She shoots hers.
We don't know what happened in that room. I hope we never do. But it could have gone the other way. Always remember that it could have gone the other way. And Alicia will never, ever know.
Alicia: "Kalinda, I'm just wondering where you are. Give me a call?"
She comes, as she always does, out of nowhere. "Where Is My Mind?" starts to play, a sweet cover. Damning and celebrating, all at once. Love is like this: The person is a door, and you can open that door a million times and see a million things looking back at you. Everybody wants a pet tiger, but nobody wants to get hurt.
He never even knew why. He never even got to know what that sound meant, in her voice, or why it happened sometimes. That it was as full of pain, and regret, as it could ever contain anything else. She never let him know what that might sound like, her pain. Too sure she'd be devoured if she did, for showing weakness. Nick Savarese stood at a door, in enemy territory. In the dark. On the other side of that door was something. Maybe a lady, maybe something else. Maybe something that would feed him until he wasn't hungry anymore. It wasn't the first time.
Alicia: "Where were you?"