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.