I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my Bellamy go now, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.
Whoa....chill out girl....this is literally a ploy to get you two to discuss your very real feelings for each other....
Kara and Maggie spend most of the episode trying to find her. Fighting over the proper way to go about things and kind of having a pissing contest over who loves Alex more.
When they finally find the place Alex is being held,all they find are the unconscious bodies of the kidnappers and Alex sitting there.Alittle bloody and tired but other wise unharmed,waiting for her favorite girls to come get her.
“Could I trouble you for some clothes?” “Clothes? Have you none here?” “Only the habit, and I don’t feel able to wear that now.”
“I don’t even know your name.” “Shelagh.”
S2 // S6
“Could you contact the Mother House, and ask them to send me my postulant’s dress?” “Your postulant’s dress?” “I left Nonnatus House in it before, and I want to leave in it again.”
“I’d just like to be called by my name, which is Cynthia.”
Heidi continues to blow me away with the parallels. And what a parallel this was to Sister Bernadette’s journey toward finding herself.
Both sisters are taken to their respective places for healing and feel a pull to revert to a version of herself, before the religious life, reclaiming her birth name. Neither knows what lies ahead, but both know they must retreat backward before going forward.
For Sister Bernadette, the future is clouded with fear and uncertainty, reflected in the drizzly weather. Sadness and unspoken heartache hang heavy as Dr. Turner drops her off at the Sanatorium and she walks away, weighed down by a burden she is carrying alone. And yet, despite the fog that obscures the road she is walking on months later, there is a feeling of certainty that comes through the mist. The weight has lifted and she couldn’t be more certain - she has found hope and herself.
For Sister Mary Cynthia, there is a dawn after darkness. While the future is still uncertain, the sun shines bright on the road ahead, fields green and lush on the drive to Northfield. This time, Dr. Turner springs up the steps to the hospital, seemingly bursting with joy at helping someone find healing as he did. Sister Mary Cynthia does not know what path her journey will take, but she is filled with hope that she won’t have to bear this cross on her own - that she may finally be freed from the weight of despair with the help of others.
Scott Gimple been spending the last few years playing coy, avoiding talking about Richonne, shushing Andy, and taking our crap, all the while he in the basement plotting our death with a 4 second scene and the promise of more. Well played, Mr. Gimple. Well played