Kobin's whole operation was based there, and he'd turned the place into a fortress. Anything dirty in Malta ran through that mansion. Don't tell him I told you, but I knew all along that's where Sam would be going.
Sam: Oh, I'm not going to tell him a damn thing. Where do I find him? Gramkos: You don't understand!. Gramkos: He drove the car that hit your daughter. Why does Kobin want me dead? Gramkos: Don't. Anything people want, he gets it for them. You want to know who sent me? It's Kobin. Who sent you? Gramkos: Fuck you! Gramkos: OK, enough. Sam: Who's he working for now? Grim: Why don't you ask him? Sam: I think I will.ĭmitri Gramkos: Stay back, you hear me! Sam: Looking for me, asshole? Sam: No more playing around. He hires himself and his gang out on a regular basis. His name is Dmitri Gramkos, a local street-level boss. Sarah: What are you doing, Daddy? What are you doing? Burglar 3: Shit! Sarah: Dad? What did you do to them, Dad? Sam: Sarah, baby, don't look. Burglar 1: Take it out in trade? Burglar 2: Now you're talkin'.
Burglar 2: I heard there was medals and shit we could fence in here. You said we'd get a couple of thou, easy. Stay in bed.īurglar 1: What do you got, man? You got anything good? Burglar 2: This place is shit. OK? He's going to shut the door and he'll be back real soon. Sarah: Daddy? What was that? Sam: Shhhhh! Daddy needs you to stay in bed now. Sarah: And it would fall on their heads and they wouldn't be bad anymore? Sam: That's my girl. You can see it really well, right? If there were monsters standing underneath it, because I can see it, maybe I could make it fall on them and they'd go away. Sarah: Like what? Sam: Take a look at your mobile. When you're in the dark and your eyes get used to it, you can see all sorts of things around you really well. then how about this? There's one really cool thing I didn't show you yet. Can you please turn the light back on? Sam: O-Kayyyy. And if you're in the dark, they can't see you. So if there's monsters or bad people around, you can see them. But when it's dark, you can see what's around you much better. Sam: When it's light, you can't see into a place that's dark. Sarah: I can go to sleep with the light on. There's nothing to be afraid of in the dark. Turn on the light for me? Please? Sam: Aww, come on, sweetie. What's wrong? Sarah: I don't like the dark. Sarah Fisher: Daddy? Daddy? Daddy?! Sam: Hey there, kiddo. So get to that group of booths right now, or I can't help you, Sam. Grim: That's very noble of you, but right now, what matters to me is getting you out of there in one piece. Are you carrying? Sam: Yeah, but I'd rather not risk a firefight when there are civilians around. Sam: Just like the old days, huh, Grim? Grim: Just like the old days, Sam. Now, get to that group of stalls in the market. Grim: Move! You've got multiple hostiles inbound on your position, and from where you're at, you're a sitting duck. Sam: You still haven't told me how you found me. Grim: Then I can take it back up to safe altitude, and you can get moving. Sam: I'm not doing a damn thing until you tell me how you found me. Unless you do exactly what I say, this will be a very short conversation. A team of armed men just entered the marketplace, looking for you. Sam: Grim? What do you want? Grim: To save your life. And don't tell me you don't recognize my voice, even after all this time. Anna "Grim" Grimsdottir: Sam? Sam: Who is this? How did you find me? Grim: Give me a little credit, Sam. Waiter: Excuse me, Sir? Sam Fisher: Yes? Waiter: Phone call for you. And he found somewhere to go looking, a city called Valletta. He caught a whisper in the wind that maybe his daughter's death hadn't been an accident. He hopped off the grid and went walkabout, looking for a reason to go on living. Left America and Mom and apple pie, left it all behind. Left Third Echelon, left the life he knew. Irving Lambert died by Sam's hand that day, and so did Sam. It set him up, turned him loose, and told him to pull the trigger on his best friend in a dirty New York City basement. She was the one thing in his life that humanized him.
A drunk driver killed him, some anonymous asshole who ran down his daughter and vanished. America killed him, asked him to make one sacrifice too many, cross one line too far. Dialogue Merchants' Street Market Victor Coste: The thing you have to understand is this: The Sam Fisher you knew is dead.