All language subtitles for Person of interest s03e07

You are being watched.

The government
has a secret system.
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A machine that spies on you
every hour of every day.

I designed the machine
to detect acts of terror,

but it sees everything.

Violent crimes
involving ordinary people.

The government considers
these people irrelevant.

We don't.

Hunted by the authorities,
we work in secret.

You will never find us.

But victim or perpetrator,

if your number's up,
we'll find you.

You won't believe what The Swede
has been doing.

Going to the therapy.

How much
does the therapist know?

Are you resting comfortably?

Yes. But I should tell you that
I don't really believe in hypnotism.

The act of hypnosis is freewill.

For me to proceed,
your mind must grant the permission.

Will it work on me the first time?

Most of my clients experience results
in three to five sessions.

So we'll work on your anxiety
and paranoia gradually.

See, Mr. Wren, hypnosis is merely
relaxation combined with imagery.

You experience it every night
as you drift asleep,

focus on a book,
or miss your exit on the FDR.

Ready?
- I think so, yes.

Then let's begin.

Please pick up the tablet
beside you,

and choose an image
that speaks to your emotion.

Oh, this one.

I want you to close your eyes

and form a mental picture
of that image.

Picture the birds, the field.

Then one by one,
picture them as they fly away.

Focus on your breathing.

One bird departs.

And as each one goes,
your relaxation increases

and you continue to feel calmer
and more at rest.

For 200 bucks an hour, Finch,

I hope you get more
than an expensive nap.

I want to take you back
to a place in your life

where you were safe
and comfortable.

Can you think of that place,
Mr. Wren?

My childhood bedroom.

Now, I want you to think of
all the ways it made you feel safe.

Picture it clear as day.

What color were the walls?

Hayden Price,
certified hypnotherapist

to the Upper East Side.

Does he do birthday parties'?

It's not that kind
of hypnotism, Mr. Reese.

He caters to wealthy businessmen
and Socialites.

Anger management, smoking cessation,
that sort of thing.

Or so you might think,
if you didn't know

that the office was rented
on a short-term lease,

and that his certification doesn't
come from any association I can find.

During the therapy,
I became attuned

to the kind of questions
that Hayden was asking.

A color that's favorable to you?
Blue.

The name of a childhood pet?
Scout.

He was phishing.

Getting answers
to your security questions.

My bank account
was suddenly signed up

for a recurring automatic
donation to the nonprofit

called "The American
Cancer Coalition Fund."

I'd be willing to wager that
Hayden's name is on that nonprofit.

So, unless he's moonlighting
as a samaritan,

I'd say we're dealing with a
con artist and a very clever thief.

So why'd you even
play along, Finch?

I told Hayden
what he wanted to hear.

I didn't even have a pet as a child.

But when I went to bluejack
his phone, it was blocked.

Someone had already jacked it,
perhaps someone who's out to get him.

And his clients would be
the best place to start

I'll contact Shaw for back-up,

but first I need to look
in on our houseguest.

As before, Ms. Groves,
Mr. Reese is upstairs

with an unhealthy
number of firearms.

Please don't try to run.

Honestly, Harold,
locking me up'?

I admit that the accommodations
are not ideal.

But your confinement
is for your own good.

Harold, your machine called me.

An event that I haven't
fully reasoned out.

But your unpredictability,
your willingness to hurl others

make you as dangerous as ever.

You can't fight the future.

I'll bring you some new books.

I get it.

You wonder why it won't talk
to you like it talks to me.

Don't be jealous, Harold.

Morn still loves us both.

When bluejacking Hayden
didn't work,

I sent him a basket of pastries
as a thank you.

Bugged, of course.

I'm just so angry with her,
I could kill her.

And those feelings will dissipate

as you feel calmer, Mr. Sykes.

Tell me about your mother.

Speak her name, out loud.

Her full name.

MEW-

- Mary Shackford Sykes.
- Very good.

That's a start.

It seems therapy
has helped, Sven.

I haven't been able
to sleep this well in months.

And do you still believe
you're surrounded by phonies?

Sadly, yes.

But thanks to you,
I'm able to push past,

to rediscover the quality
and craft of my antique business,

search for the meaning in my work.

Sounds like Hayden isn't
a half-bad therapist after all.

A lot of patients today?

Anybody weird?

Wall-to-wall mommy issues.

Mm.

Enough to make a man want to smoke.

Or under-sleep

or over-eat or...

or?

Who's the girl, Finch?

Her name is Natalie Boal.

She works at an
art gallery downtown.

She started coming
to Hayden for therapy

a little over a year ago.

It's more than therapy now.

Ugh, look at that.

He isn't working her,
he's in love.

And if she's making
those eyes at him,

I bet she doesn't know
about his criminal side.

Someday, no more patients.

No more psychoses.

No more snooty art buyers.

Just you and me.

We just go to the airport...

Jet off to some corner of the world.

Right.

With what money, again?

Let me worry about that.

And when I get enough,
it's just you and me and paradise.

Hayden's on the move, Finch.

According to his schedule,

he doesn't have any more
appointments today.

So where is he going so fast'?

- There you go.
- Thank you.

So, is everything in order?

Relax.

There's nothing to worry over.

The exchange rates
are in your favor.

I started as a teller
at that S&L, you know?

Fifteen years I put in, and then they
tell me I need to take a pay cut.

So I decided
they owed me a pay raise.

Here's my 50,000 dollars, Mr. Russell.

Where's yours?

Outstanding.
Let's proceed.

I'm so gonna shoot this punk.

Something's not right.

We're meeting your contact here?

It's quiet up here, and far from
nosy thieves looking for cash.

No. The only thief here is you.

Detective Decker, NYPD.

Fraud Investigation.

Hands up, sucker.

Sucker'?

I can only guess
what he got you for, pal.

He feed you that line of crap
about the exchange rates?

And you, pass me
that briefcase very slowly.

Not today.

Oh, God.

Mr. Reese, Ms. Shaw,
why aren't you intervening?

Wait for it.

Is he gone?

With his tail between his legs.

Whoa.

We really hooked that fish
for 20 G's?

Sure did.

20?
I thought it was 50.

Here's your half.

Now let's get the hell out of here
before somebody calls the real cops.

Who isn't Hayden ripping off?

This guy's good.

I can watch you nursing
that coffee for just so long.

You should know I called,
to check in on you, Joss.

Well, parking tickets and purse
snatchers aren't exactly a challenge

after my old job, Mr. Quinn.

Alonzo, please.

The last time we met,

you said you had suspicions
about my godson's murder.

I tried working a few leads,

but Cal's department
file was sealed.

There is a chance here that the
organization HR could be involved.

HR'?

I thought HR was disbanded.

The feds just
scattered the roaches.

It's sometimes hard to get 'em all.

Maybe I can
get the Mayor involved,

open doors for you at One PP.

I wouldn't wanna put you
in that kind of position, Mr. Quinn.

I'll take my chances
on this one solo.

All right.

I'm sorry, my shift is starting,

and I have a rookie
partner to pick up.

Saddled you with a rookie, huh?

Goes with the parking tickets
and purse snatchers.

Thanks for the coffee.

Despite Hayden's criminality

and his malfeasant theatrics,

I still think it's more likely

that someone is out to get him
than the other way around.

Someone who bluejacked his phone.

Maybe one of his
clients is on to his scam.

Hayden may have conned
any number of people,

and all it takes is one easy mark

with ties to a gang
or organized crime,

so we don't have a moment to waste.

If you and Ms. Shaw could visit
some of his more irascible clients,

I'll text you their names
and addresses on my way.

- On your way to where?
- Back to therapy.

Mr. Wren,
when I snap my fingers,

you will come totally
out of your resting state

feeling refreshed and relieved
after our conversation.

So how did it go this time'?

Quite well.

You're making
very solid progress, Mr. Wren.

But sadly,
our time is up for the day.

You really are very good
at this, Mr. Price.

I'm so glad that
I was referred to you.

Where did you receive your training'?

The Barringer Hypnosis Institute.

- Oh, here in New York?
- Of Tarzana, California.

I don't believe I know it.

What brought you
all the way out here?

You know, I'm usually the one
asking the questions, Mr. Wren.

Who was it you said
referred you to me again?

Oh, look at that.
You're right.

Our time is up for the day.

Hey, kid, come here.

Yes, sir.

Terney says you've been
keeping an eye on Carter.

Yes, sir.

Willing to step up,
get your hands dirty?

What does that mean'?

Well, we're having trouble
with a money launderer.

Guy messed up big.

But we need him to finish
one more job.

Then you pull his card,
dig a hole.

Rest in peace.

Who's the guy?
The target?

Come on, kid.
We're taking a field trip.

And we're selling the soccer ball.

And I have your bid
at 300,000 dollars.

Now 310,000.
310,000 right here.

Three hundred, twenty-thousand.

Hey, what are we doing here?

That's your guy.

His name is Sven.

He's an antique dealer
down in The Village.

We call him “The Swede."

- So, what's your story?
- You first.

I'm following an HR lead.

They wanna whack a Swedish
antique dealer

for screwing up
their money laundering.

That's funny.

I'm on a con man therapist
who happens to have

a Swedish antique dealer
as a patient.

I'll pretend that makes sense.

I think my con man
might be after

your Swede
and his laundered money.

Well, if that's HR's money,

your con man is in
for a world of hurt.

I'll stick with the con man,
keep him out of trouble.

I'll stick with the antique dealer,
see where he leads.

We are going once.

We are going twice.

Fair warning on this 1911
Honus Wagner baseball card.

Is sold, right here.

Number 103 for 900,000 dollars.

Tomorrow, you're gonna
punch that guy's ticket.

Well, what do you know?

What's the Swede's
therapist doing here?

Hey, Finch,
we need to find out

why everyone's so interested
in The Swede.

So Hayden's patient
is an antiques dealer,

and he spent a million dollars
on a baseball card?

And then tossed it into
some cabinet like it was junk.

I watched him do it.

It's all very strange.

And what business does
an antique dealer have

laundering HR's money
in the first place?

And why do they
want him dead now?

Turns out The Swede
wasn't going to a real therapist.

He was spilling
his guts to a con man.

We'll do a two for one special
and take out the therapist also.

I love that.

You know, that dinner
was such a surprise.

I had a lovely time.

That's not the only surprise.

Let's do it, Nat.

Let's take our trip.

Just go to the airport
and pick our destination.

- Come with me?
- Hayde, are you serious?

What about our jobs, our lives?

They'll be here for us
when we get back.

I wanna be impulsive.

I wanna whisk away
the girl I love.

Yes. of course.

When do we leave?

That's the other surprise.

Now.
Well, tomorrow.

I need to do a few things.

Pick you up in the AM'?

I'll pack fast.

Finch, our con man's
blowing the country fast.

Somethings up.

Oh, my God.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Who the hell are you?

The night watch.

Who are these guys?

The cops.
The real cops.

What the hell is going on?

We were gonna ask you
the same thing, Hayden.

I just spoke with Detective Carter.

She identified the badge numbers
you gave me as HR.

She's positive.

What's the deal, con man?

Look. Someone just turned
my office into Swiss cheese,

and my girlfriend
is waiting for me.

If she goes back to my place
or to my office"

I spoke to Natalie
a half an hour ago.

I explained to her
how I was your new assistant

and I needed to stash her
in a motel until you'd visit her.

Slight lie.

But nothing on a par
with you, Hayden.

That's funny
coming from you, Mr. Wren.

We know you've been
scamming your patients,

and we know you've had your eye
on a Mr. Vanger, the antique dealer.

Did you know he was
a money launderer for HR?

I've heard of HR, but I swear,

I didn't know the money was theirs.

Who'd you think you were grifting'?

Sven came into my office
a couple of months ago.

He was a chain smoker
who had millions

bouncing around in his accounts.

It would have been an easy score.

Look what happened.

I didn't sign up for real bullets.

I'm done with this con
and I'm out of here.

- Where's Natalie?
- Nice try.

You're staying put.

What don't you get about "Done"?

Look.
You want me out of town?

I'm out of town.

But I can't go without her.

See, she's the only
honest thing left about me.

I have to try
and hold on to that.

Detective, have you found out
how the antique dealer

is connected
to HR's money laundering?

GARTER". Fm meeting my source now.

You haven't
touched your wine, Joss.

- You're off duty.
- I'm always on duty.

Have you heard a word I said?

What do you think about
the money being laundered?

I heard every word.

And the money's just HR's
skim off the Russians.

A percentage kicked back
to your friends in blue

for turning a blind eye
to the Yogorov business.

Please, try the
Brunello di Montalcino.

The finish is quite exquisite.

What I don't understand

is what HR wants
with an antique business.

Clean money.

See, HR doesn't want blood-soaked
bills from the Russians.

They want their cut
in ones and zeroes,

to transfer into their 401 Ks,
offshore accounts.

So, the antique dealer cycles

the dirty Russian money
into his own accounts

and waits for instructions.

Then he heads
to the auction house,

where he's told to bid
on a certain

high-priced item,
an item auctioned off

by a seller representing HR.

Our next item up for bid
is lot number 426.

An extremely rare baseball

signed by all
of the 1927 New York Yankees,

including Lou Gehrig and Babe Ruth.

Informally named,
"Murderer's Row Ball."

I'd like to start the bidding
at two million dollars.

I got a bid for two million dollars.

Four-point-four million dollars.
Where?

Four-point-four in the front
going once, twice.

Sold right here,
four-point-four million dollars. Thank you.

The Swede bids the highest,
and all of that dirty money

is deposited into HR's coffers,
squeaky clean and laundered,

and ready for
digital distribution.

But I don't get it.

They haven't laundered the money.

They've just bought
an overpriced baseball.

All the items HR auctions off
may have been appraised

for millions of dollars,
but they're really

just fugazis, fakes,
worthless junk.

So HR gets Russian
money for nothing?

It's a perfect system,

till someone on the outside
knows about it.

So if your con man
thinks he can swoop in

and take a piece of HR's business,
he better watch his back.

Who do you always meet in there?

None of your business.

Carter, I've been thinking.

That antique dealer,
I can't just kill someone.

When I got involved with HR,
I didn't think...

No, you didn't think.

You just looked the other way.

I can't do that anymore.

And you're the only person
I've got on my side right now.

I'm not on your side.

But I'm also not letting a
homicide happen under my watch.

So, tomorrow,
you're calling in sick.

I am?

Yeah, see you
just got a new job.

Tomorrow,
you're Simmons's shadow.

Wherever he goes, you go.

Whoever he meets with,
you get pictures of.

See, we just tapped
into their piggy bank.

Now I wanna know
who's running the bank.

What is going on'?

Where have you been'?

Who is that creepy guy?

Natalie, I'm so sorry.

I get a call from your office
telling me to come to some hotel,

and you don't show up.

It's okay.
You need to take a breath.

The more you breathe,
the calmer you'll be.

Do not hypno-talk me.

I'm not hypno-talking you.
I'm saying, be calm...

I'm not one of your patients.

I know that.
I know that.

You have to tell me...

Finch, you ever notice how much
of our job is like babysitting?

Well, it's more than that today.

I don't think Hayden's told us
the whole story of his con.

I'm going over Hayden's hard drive,

what I downloaded of it
before he zapped it,

and I'm finding emails addressed
to Sven Vanger,

the antique dealer.

Hayden may have elicited his email
password while he was under hypnosis.

It appears that Hayden
duplicated an email

that Sven had received
but not yet read.

And he altered it in the process.

And what did the email say?

The email is from
an anonymous address,

regarding an auction
that took place today.

In it, Vanger was instructed
to bid on lot 424,

but Hayden redrafted it,
instructing him to bid on lot 426.

Perhaps you should ask Hayden why.

He went out the window.

Finch, Hayden used his girlfriend
and gave us all the slip.

I'm sorry.
I'm about to close.

No, Sven, you're already closed.

Who are you with,
the Russians or the police?

I have nothing left for you.

I'm not with either.

But I do need something, answers.

I'm not your doormat.

Why don't you drop that
before you hurt yourself, Sven?

Give it to me.

Why is it every time you call me,
I know to bring a firearm?

But he was such a good therapist.

Hey, Dragon Tattoo,

he's also a con man
who stole from you.

Not stealing from me,
stealing from them.

He should not be doing that.

How'd you even get into this mess?

Seven months ago,
I got in trouble

with the customs
here in New York.

A cop named Simmons
came and said he could

make the charges go away
if I helped them launder cash

for a few Russian associates
of theirs.

At first, it was just
a few hundred thousand each month.

Then it became
more and more, millions.

I got rid of
the last cash today.

On lot 426'?

- How did you know about that?
- Hayden played you.

He switched out your emails, and
made you bid on the wrong item today.

Then what did I purchase?

A real ball,
signed by the real 1927 Yankees,

really worth four-point-four million.

That was a hell of a season.

Where's the ball, Sven?

It's gone.

I sold it for five dollars.

They're going to kill me.

I gotta get out
of this city immediately!

Too late.
You're a marked man.

Close your eyes.
This stuff burns.

So we're faking crime scenes now'?

A long way from your days
back at the Eighth.

Might wanna spread it out.

- Arterial spray is more erratic.
- Will you let me work?

Going for a kind of a
hollow-point special kind of motif.

- There.
- Congratulations.

You've just died and been reborn.

Now, take your new life,
and get the hell out of New York.

- Yeah'?
- Hey, rookie,

I need you to hold off
on the antique dealer.

Something went wrong at the auction
house. We didn't get our money.

Sir, there's a small problem.

Just heard from my source in HR,

Simmons knows
they get ripped off.

All this baseball stuff,
you should've called me in sooner.

I'm kind of a Mets fan, though.

Somewhere in the city,
your soda kid's walking around

with a zillion-dollar
baseball in his pocket.

With HR looking for the ball.

And the young man has no idea.

Let's hope he don't play catch.

Hey, kiddo,
you got something for me?

I can't believe Hayden would use his
girlfriend as an excuse to escape.

I can. A baseball worth four million
would be a motivational force.

He doesn't care who he steps
on to get away with it either.

Exactly. He still has to get away,
but he won't go without Natalie.

As you and I well know,

sometimes necessity
and desire can conflict.

Hayden's still in the city.

He's too smart
to use his own phone.

So how do we track him?

We don't.
We track Natalie.

Hayden's calling her right now.

Nat, please, I'm sorry.

I've done things that I'm
not proud of, but I love you.

Can you trust me on that?

I wanna know what's
going on right now.

That's a little complicated, Nat.

- Wait. Where are you?
- I'm going home.

Did you think I was
gonna sit in that hotel room

after you went out the window?

No, honey, you can't go there.

- It's not safe for you.
Really?

How would I even know'?

Look, Hayden, I love you.

But I deserve the truth,
or else I'm done.

I'm a criminal and a thief.

But I'm done with that life.

I secured a score
that will ensure our future.

The kind of score that
would let us pick our destination.

If you meet me outside
my old office in one hour,

then we can fly to any corner
of the world like we planned.

And I'll tell you everything.

Stop loving me or even hate me,
but please hear me out.

I'll be there.

I didn't wanna worry you.

I'm cleanin' up this mess.

You say The Swede
bought the baseball?

That's what the logs
at the auction house said.

But without him, it's gonna be
a little tough to track him.

That idiot bought
a real autographed ball

worth four-point-four million dollars,
and we had a rookie kill him

before we found out
what he did with it?

Maybe the rookie should be
handling your end of things.

At least he follows through.

But you said there
was a con man involved.

- Yeah.
- Find him.

Shake him till
the damn ball falls out.

And tell me you have
at least one lead.

When we tapped his phone,

we found out about the
con man's little girlfriend.

It seems the guy's in love.

He ain't going anywhere without her.

Make it right, Simmons.

I got two loves,
my money and this city.

Mess with either,
I mess right back.

Hey, lover boy.

What'd you expect?
I'm a crook.

He's my expert.

What, you don't trust me'?

Like you said, you're a crook.

I don't know about expert,
but it looks pretty damn real.

I have a buyer lined up.

I'll split it with you, 50/50.

450/40?
- Not a half bad deal, huh?

Will you at least
let me call Natalie

before you kill me or arrest me

or put me in a well
in your basement?

You have 30 seconds.

Sorry to disappoint,
con man.

Seems the NYPD isn't bad
at phone traces.

I found your girl in 20 minutes.

- I'll give you the ball. It's yours.
- Don't be noble.

There's only criminals on this line.

But I'll take the ball,
just the same.

You meet me in front of
the auction house in 20 minutes.

- How bad is it?
- They'll kill her.

These people,
for this much money?

So what are you gonna do
to stop them?

I'm scum. I get it.

But Natalia...

My ultimate con, my final trick
was gonna be actually

turning into the guy
that she fell in love with.

I'll give it all away
to save her life.

Will you help me?

This is how it goes.

Rookie stays outside with the girl.

Terney, take the con man inside,
verify the ball is real.

I'm not taking any more chances
with this clown.

Why do I have to go inside?

Because that's what
you were just told.

Once we confirm
the ball is the real deal,

Laskey takes the girl,
puts a double tap in her head.

Questions?

Boss, she doesn't know anything.

Why don't we just let her go'?

Do I look like I'm taking
suggestions from rookies today?

No, sir.

The ball?

The girl.

I wanna talk to Natalie.

You're going inside first.

One thing you can trust about a thief
is he'll always be a thief.

I'm so sorry.

Call me when there's
money and bodies.

Laskey.

You were right, Carter.

They would never let her go.

Make it look good.

Remember, the aim
shouldn't be to hurt him,

just incapacitate him a little.

Also, watch your knuckles.

I've punched a lot of guys.

So have I.

Let's get you to safety.

We've been through
this already, it's real.

You think I'd be standing
here if it wasn't?

- We'll see.
- I'll know in a minute.

I need a microscope
to know for sure,

but the texture appears accurate.

There is, however, a problem.

What?

See this?
Babe Ruth's signature?

Yeah. What about it?

It's in felt-tip pen.

Those didn't exist
when Babe Ruth was alive.

This ball is a fake.

You give us a fake?
You give us a fake?

You wanna die'?

I swear, that is the real ball.

The real ball costs four million dollars.

The fake is just gonna
cost you a bullet, con man.

Why would I lie'?

You have to believe me.

We can figure this out.

Where is the real ball?

Terney.

Ow!

So where's the real ball'?

I have no idea.

I thought this was the real ball.

Forget that.
Where's Natalie?

I put her in a cab,
told her to go somewhere safe.

This is Natalie.

Nat, where are you?

Are you okay?

Oh, I'm better than okay.

You see, that antique dealer,

Sven was his name,
well, he may have been

your big score,
but you were my big whale,

from the moment I met you.

You played me?

Why steal millions from criminals

when you can date the thief
and take it off him?

Keep the change.

Of course,
things did get a bit hairy

with those corrupt cops,
but you always did know

how to show a girl
a good time, Hayden.

Where will you go'?

Oh, go find an airport,
maybe just pick a destination.

Isn't that the dream come true?

You know, I really did love you.

Well, if you love something,
set it free.

I'm ruined.

Maybe it's time you went
on the straight and narrow.

You'll live longer.

I hear hypnotherapists are in
pretty high demand these days.

You know, I do have
a thriving practice to rebuild.

I'm gonna need a new office
with a few less bullet holes.

My advice?

Rebuild in another city.

Detective Terney,
I can't help but notice

you're not carrying a ball.

The ball the con man
brought was a fake.

The guy with the suit showed up,
rolled Laskey and our guys,

and then got away
with the con man and his girl.

Do you have any idea
what's at stake here?

You go find that screw-up Laskey

and you scour this city
until you find that bail.

Simmons, I'm not the rookie.

Don't talk to me like one.

If you don't find that ball,

then it's gonna be a four million dollar
funeral for the both of you.

Now go.

I was just turning out
the lights for the evening,

Ms. Groves,
and I remembered that

I had promised to bring you
some new reading material.

A peace offering, Harold?

Is that what you've brought'?

I really think if you
could just see things my way,

and not consider this...

Imprisonment?

Is there any other way
to consider it?

This truly is
for your own good, Ms. Groves.

I mean that when I say it.

This synchronistic relationship

that you've developed
with the machine, it can't be...

I worry about you.

You've misunderstood the situation.

You shouldn't worry about me.

I'm worried about you, Harold.

You can't stop what's coming,
and neither can I.

But we have the opportunity

to understand things
when they finally change.

The future is coming.

You started it...

and I'll finish it.

You missed me. Leave a message.

Laskey, I'm outside your place.

We have a lot of work to do.
Come on.

I stuck to the guy like glue.

This is everyone Simmons met with.

Thanks, kid.
You did all right.

But you should know,
it'll get harder out there.

After these last few days,
things are gonna heat up.

So you need to be prepared.

Oh. When I got involved with HR,

I thought it was about loyalty.

I was wrong.

It's about murder and greed.

Well, ain't that cozy.

I should've known
she'd turn you, rookie.

The first time I saw you,
I knew you were weak.

So let me tell you
how the world works now, kid.

We kill her or they kill us.

Thai decision is gonna
be your last, Terney.

No!

Laskey'?

That much blood, and you'll
be dead in a minute, maybe two.

Make 'em count.

Who do you and Simmons report to'?

Who calls the shots?

Is the answer
in these pictures, huh?

Last chance, Terney!
Be a cop!

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