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What makes a person extraordinary?

Everyone wants to be normal, but no one wants to be ordinary.

And what is normal? We all see the pretty pictures on our feeds.

Normal party, normal family, normal adorable little girl.

But there's always more behind the facade.

Most of the time, Lindy seems quite normal.

But buried deep in her DNA, she has a gift.

Some call it a condition, or even worse, a disorder, that's just waiting to

be activated.

And it makes her anything but normal.

When people do bad things,

Lindy cannot control herself.

Maybe if she'd had that normal loving family, she could have been

But, just like Lindy, Mommy and Daddy had their own beans.

Whether it was that Mommy's pills made her so sleepy, or that Daddy got so

when he drank too much, we'll never know.

But whatever it was, Lindy never got the love she needed.

Instead, she got angrier and angrier, and her disorder got worse and

worse.

And then her parents got her diagnosis.

The doctors called it intermittent explosive disorder.

She could not live safely in the world, and no one would be safe around her.

So to live at all, she would have to live alone, isolated from others till

cure could be found.

The huge amount of cortisol coursing through Lindy's body made her faster

normal, stronger than normal, which made her incredibly attractive to certain

interested parties.

But her condition also made her extremely volatile.

And far, far angrier.

than normal.

Lindy had a hair trigger.

Once provoked, she would snap.

Until she could gain control, she was no use to anyone.

Her life as a human lab rat began.

The results were... missed.

So they thought, maybe the military would give her the structure to channel

unique gifts.

Or maybe not.

They were so kind and supportive.

It's a wonder it didn't help.

Of course, all these cures only made it worse.

You would think they'd learn not to piss her off.

It was looking more and more like they would just lock her up and throw away

key.

Lindy would be alone forever.

And then a breakthrough. A chance to be normal.

The treatment was brutal, barbaric, outrageous, and surprisingly

effective.

For five fucking minutes.

How hard is it to find my fucking car keys? I know, I know. I'm sorry, but

me just a minute, okay?

Is fucking idiot part of your job description?

I know. I'm sorry, sir.

There's like a million keys. Yeah, yeah, yeah. And apparently you're too dumb

even for a minimum wage. Is this your key?

Yeah, yeah. That's my key, you fucking moron.

Hey,

this is my car. Yeah, I think you forgot something.

What? Your money.

Is this your key? Yes, that's my key, you fucking moron.

Don't expect a tip.

Justin.

Hi.

I'm Lindy.

Hi.

Actually, I'm not saying.

I thought a date might be fun, but I'm not in the right headspace, so I didn't

want to bail without saying something because I'm not a total bitch. Okay.

You know, it's funny.

This isn't even the worst date I've ever had.

Yeah, I feel bad. I'm sorry about that. Herpes.

Herpes, chlamydia, and warts.

Uh, okay.

This girl is coming.

listing off all the sexually transmitted infections she had. It was unexpected.

I mean, warts generally are, aren't they?

You don't have a disaster date story?

No, I don't date that much.

Is that because you're always leaving before they start?

No, you're doing quite well. I normally don't even come in.

Oh, why not?

I hate people.

Like who?

People who talk with their mouth full and people who chew too loudly, people

who hum, men who wear jeans with flip -flops. I can't stand people who walk

slow. Yeah, exactly. Or tell you to have a nice day. Yeah, like, fuck off, I

might not want a nice day. Or people that talk in elevators. Yeah, that's

Yeah, aside from people that fart in elevators, that's worse.

Do you fart in elevators?

Do you fart?

No, I'm from England. We don't... Are we ready to order?

I'm actually not staying, so I don't know.

Sir, I'm afraid if she won't be dining with you, we will need the table back.

Okay.

Now... Uh... Okay, um... Okay, I'll just, um...

I'll just have the chicken really quickly, then.

Uh... Fish, please, without the pineapple.

We don't do substitutions.

Oh, no, I'm allergic.

It's restaurant policy.

Uh, okay. Uh, the pasta, please.

There, the walnut pasta.

Uh, how about the pork chop?

The dashi okra.

Fuck me. Well, perhaps you could suggest something that might work. Please don't

take that tone. No, I'm not. You are.

It'd make it impossible for me to rest my day. No, it's embarrassing.

How about the chicken?

Sure.

Thank you.

Let me know if you need anything else.

Thank you.

You know, if you were planning to stab her with that knife, it'd be totally

with me.

I have to pee, actually.

Okay. I'll be right back.

I just told his wife he is having an affair.

Some old woman's dentures got stuck in her stain.

But hold up, you should see the first date I just served.

I gave the guy some attitude and he practically cried into his napkin.

No, and his date just sat there and watched him squirm.

Oh my god, you're stupid.

I'm dealing with a customer.

It's like my own friend's weed show.

I thought I had, like, pretty much everything on the menu.

It was pathetic.

I know.

Okay.

Hey, you are funny.

Not

worth

it.

Hey, fix it.

You're probably just building up a tolerance. No, I'm not.

Look, this is cutting -edge, avant -garde treatment. Okay, well, I'm sure

get the Nobel Prize once you're dead.

Is that a threat?

Can you fix it or not?

Your emotions must be running pretty high in order for you to override the

system. Yeah, I have an unnaturally high level of cortisol, so my emotions are

running high all the time.

You cannot keep using biochemistry as an excuse all the time.

So I'm assuming that the date was a disappointment then?

I mean, given that its primary function was to test if I could partake in a

customary social situation without beating the shit out of someone, then

would say yeah, it was a real disappointment.

How badly did you hurt him?

You can get around to him.

Who'd you get around to?

A waitress. Look, it doesn't matter.

Your thing failed.

Cindy, this is not a cure.

I've told you that.

The only way we're going to make progress is if you begin to reconcile

past. I've told you my story.

But there's a difference between talking about your past and actually working

through it.

Jugular bleed.

Classic. Here you go.

I've upped the voltage, but there's only so much that the human body can take.

You don't care about me. I'm just an experiment.

Why would I risk my life's work if I didn't care?

And why won't you admit that you really like this guy?

Because I didn't.

Okay.

Anyway, it doesn't matter. I think last night proved that your exposure therapy

didn't work.

What would you like me to do?

Would you like me to put leeches under your skin? Would you like me to drill a

hole in your head to release the demons? Would you like me to make you drink

your own urine? Have you tried that?

That's disgusting.

Anyway, I think that really you need to admit that the answer to all of your

problems is close human connection.

Penis is not going to fix me, Dr. Freud.

I'm just... And I've tried that as well. You obviously like this guy, so for

once have a relationship.

Oh, please fuck off.

I'm talking about love.

No, I don't want a boyfriend.

We both know I'd end up knocking his teeth down his throat. Maybe you won't,

I don't know why you would walk away from somebody who made you feel so.

Okay, I'm walking away from you because you're getting on my nerves.

Thank you. See you next week.

Yeah, I can't wait.

Thank you so much. Not bad, huh? Not a shitty waitress in sight.

No.

I'm glad you called. I hate to miss a second chance to disappoint a pretty

Are you planning on doing that?

I don't know.

Depends if you find lame -ass accountants cool or not.

Well, that depends.

Who do you work for? I work for a private company.

This guy named Barry.

You? What do you do?

I used to work in security.

Okay. So you know your way around a pair of handcuffs?

Less speedy if they're more bouncer in a crappy bar.

You're not a bouncer.

What? You weigh like a buck -oh -eight. It's not about size, Justin.

No? You've heard.

What's it about?

Other things like speed and endurance, fearlessness, things like that.

Okay. What happened?

I'm currently thinking a new career path.

Oh, you got fired.

Well, it wasn't my fault.

I mean, it was actually entirely my fault. I don't know. My heart wasn't in

Well, what is your heart in?

I like photography.

And what do you take pictures of?

Mostly naked accountants.

I don't know, just people going about their lives.

I take pictures on my phone sometimes for fun. Not really.

Sounds kind of voyeuristic to me. I mean, I'm wanking.

Well,

I'm sorry if I seem kind of boring.

Thank you for apologizing. I am quite bored.

There's nothing I can do about it. There's a couple of things you could do.

can I do?

Maybe this is a mistake.

I have to warn you, I'm really crap at dating.

How bad could you be?

Very bad.

I'm not scared.

Well, maybe you should be.

It's, um... They're, uh, they're... They're, uh... Is that like a...

Like a kinky thing, or...? No.

No.

Okay.

Uh, look, the thing is, Justin, I... Oh.

Good morning.

More like afternoon.

Looks so cute where you're sleeping, I didn't want to wake you up.

Not really used to being called cute.

Huh? Well, you are.

And you let your guard down.

Your place is weird.

It's good weird.

What's with all the plastic plates and cups? You just move in?

No, just I hate washing up.

Well, in addition to the world's most expensive Danish.

I got you with something.

Wow. My amazing pet.

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Oh, no, that's too much.

Oh, by the way, last night, I never do that.

No? No, I mean, never.

Well, I'm glad you did.

You are full of surprises.

The least of which is this whole situation. You want to elaborate now

know each other better?

Yeah.

You know what? You don't have to. I'm sorry.

No, I will.

It's a new treatment for this.

Um, thing.

You're not gonna die on me, are you?

No. No, no, no. That'd be just my luck. You know, I meet the most amazing woman

in the city, and you, what, you got six months to live?

No, I've got, um, an impulse control, uh, problem, and that helps me to

not have it.

Like Tourette's?

No. Um, just a tiny bit more intent.

Okay. Ah, well, I mean, have you tried meditation or something?

Yeah, sort of.

Yoga.

Medication.

I've tried a whole lot of things,

picked up a lot of musical skills, and that's the thing that would help.

I don't want to see anything wrong with you.

I gotta go to work.

I'm late.

No, I can't. Barry will totally bust my balls.

Oh, okay. Well, no, leave the balls exactly as they are. They were good.

But can't you say something came up with another client? Well, I only have one.

And he pays for my exclusivity.

Okay.

Come to my place tonight.

Yeah, I'll cook.

I'm a fucking ninja with a piece of halibut.

see you why because you're a genius you're a bald and burnish genius i'm

oh you saw him again and i had an impulse but it wasn't uh breaking his

it was warm and romantic and filthy

this is progress very good very good it's brilliant

listen i took the vest off wow Wow. A couple more weeks, I'm not even going to

need this.

That's great.

But I think it's temporary euphoria.

I can't stop thinking about him.

His hands, his face, his hair smells really amazing. Oh, my God, the penis. I

almost called you in the middle of it. It, like, unfurls itself, like, ten

its length, like a travel umbrella.

I've heard of that. Yeah.

Never actually seen it. No, I've never seen it.

Yeah.

Wow.

I didn't know those existed.

Oh, and he's cooking me dinner tonight.

Stop it.

Fish.

Fish? But you don't like fish.

No, but people change. They do.

It's true. Okay, why don't we sit down and let's have a little chat about this.

Boring. Okay, sorry. Because I want to celebrate. Can we open a bottle of

something? No, it's 10 o 'clock in the morning.

Okay, you're being a bad friend.

I'm not your friend.

I'm a psychiatrist.

I finally want to talk about Dick. You should be salivating.

Gross. No, look, sit down, please.

All right? No, I don't need a session today. Yes, you do, because you're

and it's making me incredibly anxious, and I'm worried about you. Don't be

anxious. I am. I love you. Okay.

Love you, too. I love you more. No!

Thank you.

Justin? No.

This is Detective Vickers.

Homicide.

How do you know it was murder?

His body was found in a dumpster with two gunshot wounds to the head.

Were you together very long?

Tonight was going to be our third date.

He was...

Was going to cook me dinner.

Salmon?

At Halliburton.

You know any of his family of co -workers?

No, I know he's an accountant.

He was an accountant.

But he only had one client.

Some guy named Barry.

We're going to find who did this.

Let's not give the lady false hope.

Statistically, it's unlikely.

We're not giving her anything. We're reassuring her we're going to do our

Some people prefer honesty.

Some people prefer compassion.

Can I see him?

No. Family only right now. Can I talk to his family? We haven't been able to

find anyone yet. Then who's going to mind if I see him?

Policy's going to mind.

Those are the rules.

Yeah, she loves rules.

Look, we really are very sorry.

Sounds like your guy was involved in some pretty sketchy business.

Dodged a bullet or two.

Listen, just give us a call if you remember anything else.

Thanks.

What the fuck the hell was that?

She was upset.

She's grieving. I'm just trying to comfort her.

I think she's angry.

I don't think so.

That's why you like her.

You like him with a little rage bottled up inside.

Better in bed.

Until it blows up in your stupid ass face.

I'm a big, strong policeman.

Let me embrace you and comfort your grieving vagina.

I'm going to get you a schedule.

I have to stop shocking you. Sorry.

Lindy.

Lindy?

Lindy?

Lindy?

Where is it?

You're holding it.

How do you feel?

I'm going to crush your skull with my bare hands.

I'm sorry about Justin.

I had to tell you it was no big deal.

Who? The police?

Well, don't focus on them. Focus on yourself.

It's as if they thought his boss had something to do with it.

Which, I mean, of course, right? He only had one client. That's a bit weird,

isn't it?

I'm sure they'll figure it out.

Fuck them.

No, I need to find out who did this.

I haven't talked to Justin's boss.

What if you just took a moment?

What if I just snapped your neck?

I'm going to find the fuckers who did this.

If you go down that path, you are never, ever going to get better.

You're going to kill somebody. Yeah, you're fucking right I am.

Wait, I have to tell you something. Some people cry, some people drink, some

people write shit poetry. I hurt people.

Might as well put it to good use.

I need to talk to you. I think I have more information, but I'm scared.

Can you come meet me at my place?

Yeah, we'll be right there.

Hello? Hi, Lindy. It's Detective Pickers.

Lindy? Hello, Detective.

You're angry, right?

Why are you stealing evidence?

Because I want to find out what happened.

That's my job.

Uh -huh.

How's that going for you?

I found you, didn't I?

What? My partner wants to bring you in for interfering with an investigation

robbery and probably a whole bunch of other stuff because she's ridiculously

thorough. But I wanted to give you the chance to come...

Without all the, you know, jail.

She's on her way up now.

Where are you?

She's not going to shoot me, is she?

Freeze!

So here's what's going to happen. You're going to put your arms over your head,

I'm going to cuff you, I'm going to take you down to the station, and then I'm

going to book you. What if I have other plans?

I'll fucking shoot you. And then waste a bunch of time writing up a report

instead of hunting down your boyfriend's killer.

Wasn't actually my boyfriend yet.

Commitment issue?

It was early days.

As if dating in the city wasn't hard enough. You finally find a good man, and

boom, two bullets through the brain.

Your partner's a trip, Vicar.

Hey, Devin.

Is that... Are you fucking kidding me?

Give me the phone.

Give me the phone.

Please don't tell me you just called it murder that day.

Sorry, honey, about that.

Freeze! I didn't get it, bitch!

Hello?

Oh, hi, Detective.

Lindy, is everything okay up there? It's never okay.

This will be the assignment.

Is he doing what?

Joe on the phone with that kooky cunt that goes...

Go, go, go!

Where did you learn to drive? Are you even trying to catch her? I'm flooring

It's quite a lot of fun to drink with you two bickering.

Let me please stay on the phone.

I'm trying to help you.

Okay.

I would have to concentrate now, but it's been really nice catching up. Oh,

wait. You go through with this.

He was always there.

I'm trying to help you. You're going to get somebody killed.

If you think I had anything to do with Justin's death, then you kicked her at

your job than I thought.

We don't think you killed Justin. Speak for yourself.

Don't bitch on me now, bitch.

If you can't ascertain the cause of the outbreak, then you have no idea how many

zombies you'll have to kill over time.

A lightsaber would solve both problems.

Can we specify a real -world scenario?

Yeah, a real zombie apocalypse.

Besides, there's no way to recharge the lights of a dyadian parasol out there

right now.

Dyadian parasols don't run out of energy. They recycle it.

Who's in charge around here?

I'm the manager.

If you're the manager, then you're the last person I want to talk to. I need

someone who actually knows what they're doing.

Who's the biggest geek you've got in this place?

Andy. Andy.

Andy.

Okay, so what? Can you password or something?

No. It's not the man I loved was murdered and I stole his phone from the

Now I've got to track down the bad guy before they do so I can kill the shit

of them.

Oh, cool.

And we're in.

Oh, wow, you're good.

Obviously. Not much here. No history.

This must be a burner. Your boyfriend a drug dealer or something?

No, accountant.

I mean, he wasn't... We weren't yet, you know.

Yeah. Right, right. I get it.

I don't. Did your mouse just fart, Doug?

Sorry.

The last seven calls came from an abandoned building downtown.

Shady. What does that mean?

Not sure.

Let's see who owns it.

Barry Kasparsky.

Whoa. FBI files show ties to arms dealers.

Holy shit.

That's the guy.

How much do I owe you?

Trust me, you can't afford me.

You're a bit of a bleeder when you drop your left wing hook.

What's going on?

Oh, are you Barry?

I guess so.

Just, you seem like you have the biggest dick in here, so... What do you want?

Well, I want you to pick your brain about the phone calls you have with the

accountant that works for you.

Did you kill him?

What are you?

Cop? Fed?

Oh, no, girlfriend.

I mean, I say cop.

We met on, like, two dates, but... Yeah, I was really hopeful. I was... Crooked

fingers. I didn't kill any accountants. But you know you did. Probably.

Well, amazing.

I mean, that saves me a massive headache, Barry.

You're a sweetheart.

I didn't say I'd tell you.

Oh, seriously? You're going to make me go through the whole face -stomping,

-breaking routine?

Okay, fine.

I'll tell you what.

How about I beat three of your best guys and you tell me the name?

Sounds like fun.

You, you, and you.

But not three in a row.

All at the same time.

I like the man who challenges me.

Okay, so what are the, like, rules?

No rules.

You don't mind, do you?

It's a bit hard to talk about.

Oh, I needed that.

Okay, you were going to tell me who killed Justin?

Those men back there, they work for me.

They respect me, and they pay tribute to me.

They do this because they know that I...

If you'll excuse me, I don't like to get business on my foot.

What is it about growth of men?

Always underestimating them.

Interesting ball colour.

What are we calling that?

Oxblood? Claret?

Just like a woman.

Straight for the nuts.

No, I only do that when I'm in a hurry. Although, evolution hasn't really been

kind to you guys, putting me...

On off with dangling around in front of any predator to come by and flick.

Now, who killed him?

I don't know.

Don't be silly.

Gareth Faisal.

Gareth Faisal?

Yeah, he's my boss.

And why would he kill his accountant?

Maybe he would sit him in the books. Look, even the government ain't dumb

to go after Faisal.

Are you really that stupid?

You know what? I think I am exactly that stupid.

Did you enjoy that?

Background check came in.

Your little girlfriend, she's got a history of violence.

Assault, harassment.

Interesting job history, too.

Classified type shit. So she's got skills. And an anger issue.

Not a great combo.

I still don't think she's the type to blow a boy's head off. Hope not.

Or else you're next.

She's got a short fuse. Doesn't make her a murderer.

That's what happens when you don't follow protocol.

Sometimes common sense trumps protocol.

Nah.

I'm good being the superior one in this relationship.

What am I supposed to eat?

I'll see what I can swipe from the gunshot victim next door.

Always taking such good care of me. Thank you, partner.

Oh, allergic to latex.

You're no fun.

Wow. Impressive urine output.

Good for you.

Oh, don't bother.

I'll run away and you'll get yourself all emasculated trying to catch me.

Here. I did get a bouquet, but I gave it to this woman in the elevator. She'd

been diagnosed with something horrible and couldn't stop crying. It was really

awkward.

Glad to see you're all right.

Wanted to say thank you for warning me.

I wasn't warning you. I was giving you a chance to do the right thing. Thank you

for giving me the chance.

I found out who killed Justin.

Who? Gareth Feigl.

You got any proof?

Obviously not the sort of person who gives a fuck about proof.

What do you know about him?

Billionaire recluse with his fingers in a bunch of different illegal pies.

It's pretty much untouchable.

Oh, I'm going to touch him.

Hard. And a lot. And not in a way you're going to enjoy.

Where can I find him?

Why are you doing this?

Is Justin really worth you risking your life for?

Yeah, it was early days. I didn't know him. I didn't know half the shit he was

caught up in. But I do know he was a decent guy.

He didn't deserve to die like that.

Nobody does.

Well, no, but most people make me want to run away screaming or slap their

fingers off. He was... He was nice.

He was really nice.

There's lots of nice guys out there.

Yeah. They're all frightened of me.

You wanted to cook me fish?

The Empyrean Tower downtown.

Thank you.

But I can't let you go there.

You're not in a great position to talk behind you.

But I am.

Don't fucking fight.

Oh, come on.

You're not going to stop shooting. I will shoot you.

Put the gun down. Why would I do that? Because I want you to be ready.

Ready for what?

This.

Break.

Don't you dare.

Don't do it.

Seriously. I trust you.

Can I help you?

Gareth Feithel.

There's no one here by that name.

Okay.

It's going to be a lot less painful for you if you just point me in the right

direction. Good evening.

Can I be of assistance?

Mr. Delacroix, this woman is asking for a Mr. Feithel.

And she threatened me.

If I... For what?

Your tone, miss.

Right this way.

That's strange. I would have thought the big cheese would be on the top floor.

Yes.

Ow!

Clean blow to my brachial plexus nerve group. Good one.

Um... You must be security.

Unless it's some really fucked up date.

Hello, and you are?

About to pee my pants. I'd like four Red Bulls on the way here.

Is that what the drain in the floor is for?

What are these for?

It's a really bad idea to take those. I need them. What for?

A bad heart.

Well, they're mine now.

Why are you here?

I need to see your boss.

Regarding what?

He killed Justin.

Justin who?

His accountant.

Why would he have killed your Justin?

I don't know. Boring, everyday bean counter who's cooking the books for a

arms dealer.

Suddenly assassinated and tossed in a dumpster. Sounds like he had information

to disclose.

Seemed like a solid lead.

I mean, that's what Barry told me.

Are you a relation of the deceased?

No. I was... No, we were... I see.

Do you? No.

Nor do I desire to.

I'm going to give you a chance to vacate the premises peacefully.

What if I don't?

You will find out what the drainage system is for.

Anne.

Apologies for the disturbance.

We've had a visitor, a woman.

She's peculiar.

I need to get out of the car.

Can you let me out of the car?

Look, miss, I don't want to seem overly familiar, but I've got to take you home.

Unlock this door and let me out.

Asking about an accountant.

A concern?

Miss. Let me out!

Let me out!

I'm not sure who may have been aware of her presence here, so I opted to let her

go.

But enough of a concern to bother me with.

You know, I don't like unknown variables.

Deal with her.

Please help me.

Oh, fuck.

What are you doing here?

I lost my device.

Do you have another one? Do you really need it? Please.

What happened to the lamb?

I think it's really bad. It can bite down on both ends.

Don't do that.

Have you seen that movie, Old Yeller?

Yeah, it's a classic.

I've never seen it, but I know how it ends. So if I try anything...

If I make this thing for you, will you stop going after this guy?

No.

But I can promise more innocent people won't get hurt along the way.

Okay.

Do you want some Chinese food?

There's Kung Pao chicken and sweet and sour something and some egg rolls and

that. You should eat something.

Don't touch the shrimp fried rice.

That's mine.

I'll get the best.

Why do you want to move like that? Where do you want to go?

Where do you want to act like that? Why do you play hard?

Jesus, what are you doing?

I'm hiding from the beat cops down the street. What are you doing?

It's sitting outside my apartment. Some kind of police foreplay. Are you wearing

my knickers? I'm doing my job.

Oh. See, we've taken down another major drug kingpin.

Get sent home from school for letting the class pass free.

Hunter. Rabbit. Hey, listen to me.

There's some pretty nasty guys in the hospital, you know, and their

of the deranged psycho who put them there matches you.

What? Come on.

Little old me.

Who do you possibly think I could do anything like that? Don't fuck around

me, Lindy.

Okay, but not now. I need to look after this.

I'm not dumping evidence for you. I'm not asking you to.

Look, I'm giving you the chance to turn yourself in here. Okay, I will, just not

yet.

Listen to me.

Fargo's not some dickbag gangster, okay?

He's gonna be looking for you and he's gonna kill you.

Hey, well, we already tried. I think someone's been in my apartment.

I don't think you'd hurt him either.

You sure?

What does that thing feel like?

Come on.

Woody. Here.

Okay, you know what that tells me?

I'm way more screwed up than you thought.

No, no, it tells me that you'd rather hurt yourself than somebody else.

Nevin said I'd treat you different because you're a woman.

He said I'm going easy on you. Is he right?

I treat you different because you are different.

Nobody's looking for me now.

Really?

What's that?

Dad?

Lindy, listen to me.

I'm a little busy at the moment.

Look, Lindy, I don't want to play games anymore.

Yeah,

thought not.

I was hoping to see you.

You like lobster?

I always thought it was overrated and overpriced.

Most people don't realize that lobsters belong in the same biological phylum

as cockroaches.

They are both arthropods with segmented bodies.

They both have the same compound eyes and jointed legs.

Even their meat is the same.

Lobsters must be boiled alive.

Cockroaches poisoned.

Wow.

Ugly and boring. What a winning combination.

What the fuck has this got to do with me?

You are an odd specimen.

Not sure what phylum you belong in. Me neither.

That's something my therapist and I are really delving into.

I understand you're here to kill me.

Something about an accountant?

Your boyfriend?

We hadn't put a label on it, but he was pretty special.

I kill a lot of people.

I suppose some of them may be accountants. I'm sorry

I killed yours.

Apology not accepted, creepy fuck.

You are certainly a rare species.

I'm glad I took this opportunity to get one good, dumb, hard look

at you.

Okay, but can we do it... Without

whacking

me on the head this time.

Balls. Fuck balls indeed.

I'm getting the feeling there's no cookie and juice after this.

Not for you.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Justin, did you pull the trigger?

No, I didn't.

Though I wish I had.

This is going to take a thick, so sit back, relax.

Enjoy the ride. What are you doing to me?

Do you know what exsanguination means?

The drainage of one's blood.

a few questions.

How do I get to find them?

Hey! Where do you think you're going?

Get ready to die, you sick fuck.

Bravo.

Well done.

You know, I gotta admit, Lindy,

Right toward the end there, I didn't think you had it in you.

So, uh, my apologies. I decided to take care of Pfizer myself.

What are you covered in? Is it that time of the month?

You... I saw you.

How? Well, the guy in the casket? No.

Oh, some bum off the street. Jesus Christ.

I just paid off the corner, you know.

Why? I had to get Feigl out of the way.

The CIA can't operate on U .S. soil.

Even the government wouldn't be dumb enough to go after him.

Exactly.

Yeah, I needed someone from the outside, you know, someone to draw the attention

away from myself.

Someone who couldn't be traced back to me.

Now you chose me.

Why?

A glowing recommendation from Dr. Munch.

I mean, who do you think funds this batshit crazy experiment?

The CIA.

I knew you were something else.

Yeah, my little kamikaze canine. What the fuck are you talking about?

Well, in the Second World War, they strapped bombs to dogs, and they would

them to run into enemy tanks, right?

The puppies thought they were just going to get a treat or something, but they

got detonated into dog burger.

So I just had to figure out what treats I needed to use to train you to take out

Pfizer. And if you failed or got killed in the process, well, you know. Cost me

nothing. That's why you were perfect.

Where's my car, by the way?

Who the fuck are you?

Who am I?

I'm the only one keeping this old shitbag from killing innocent people.

Faisal was an asset that became a liability.

Everybody wanted him dead, but nobody could touch him.

And you think this masochistic piece of shit was ever gonna stop?

Not so untouchable anymore, are you, handsome?

Huh? You lowlife piece of shit.

I'm gonna fucking kill you.

You can try.

Or you can just fuck instead.

What?

We had fun, right?

You did all this for me?

You must really be into me.

Was that too strong for you?

Oh, sorry. I did a bit of tinkering.

You know what, though? It's going to turn out to be a really beautiful story,

Lindy.

Desperate little broken princess avenges the death of her lover and then takes

her own life.

heart at a crack. I really did. Because you seemed pretty messed up.

In an interesting way, but no, you're easy.

Well,

it turns out I'm not.

You know what?

You didn't catch me that time of the month.

Come on, keep it for you. What the fuck is this?

I'm sorry.

Backstabbing. Wait, wait, wait.

I had no idea what they were going to do with you.

I'm assuming that both Justin and Faisal are dead?

Uh -huh.

Get his neck. No, no, no, wait, wait.

Remember, we set you free.

Oh, yeah, I didn't think your exposure therapy was quite so fucking extreme.

Yeah, but look, it was able to show you how extraordinary you are.

You served me up like a lamb to the slaughter. I had no idea.

But look at you, Lindy.

You're so special.

I'm afraid. Are you going to shoot me? What?

I don't think so. I don't know.

I don't know. Have you got that?

I'm sorry.

You're not a freak. You're magnificent.

Now we can really start to work.

Think about the things that we can do together. You have your mind. You

me.

I helped you more than anybody else in the world. Fuck you.

He dropped the gun. Hold on.

He dropped the gun. I'm not done. I'm good.

Fuck. Suck him.

Sorry. I thought you were trying to kill him. No, you twat. I was doing a joke

to you, Dan. Okay, don't call me twat. Ivan Marcellus mentioned you're under

risk. No. All right.

I'm going to keep pressure on him.

Take a finger. It might be cold.

A little help?

And the security guards?

Uh, a belt event.

The incident with the jumper cables.

Also self -defense.

Self -defense.

And the maternity ward.

Mistaken identity.

What happened to the living by the rules?

Some rules are better than others.

Well, does this mean I'm not going to jail?

You're going to jail.

You attacked me.

You drove around the city like a lunatic in a car that cost more than my yearly

pay. You're going to jail, sweetie.

I'll see you out front.

And I'll see you in court.

I look forward to it, Detective.

Every day for me.

They took it off you in the ambulance.

So, what's next?

Um, I don't know. I'd start over, I guess.

No more blind date.

That's probably a good idea.

Lots of creeps out there.

Come on in.

Some nice guy, too.

Yeah.

Here you go.

Thank you.

I'm not going to find a bunch of pictures of your bum hole on this, am I?

My bum hole?

No.

What kind of fleas ball do you think I am? I mean, the kind that shoots a woman

in the leg.

Yeah, well...

Sorry about that.

Well, you know, I could always make it up to you.

Dinner sometime?

Um, I'll think about it.

You're an excellent cook.

Double down on the halibut.

All right, piss off now.

I don't need a man, though. I just need a manicure.

It's been already changed, Lee.

You look kind of handsome, but I am a handsome man.

I don't need a man, no. I just need a manicure.

You look kind of handsome, but I am a handsome man.

I don't need a man, no. I just need a manicure.

You're back.

Can I help you?

I was just checking it out. You know, it looks so beat up from outside.

Who are you?

It's like a bomb went off in here.

Yeah, I had a tricky boy there.

But why have you come back?

It's my apartment.

Well, most people, when their lives blow up, will just keep on running.

It is so nice that you wanted to come home to try all over again.

Sorry, do I know you?

Are you just following me? Yeah.

What do you actually want?

You are just as spunky as Munchen described. You've done well under our

Okay. I've done enough messing around with psychotic therapists and the

CIA or whatever you are.

I totally understand.

We spent... Years being forced to repress your anger. I'm sorry about

What he did was unsanctioned.

But now... Now, Lindy, you have seen how powerful you

can be when you embrace your rage.

I'm okay as I am, thanks.

Really?

Well, how are you?

You're not normal.

You really think you'd be happy living without a purpose?

Through our work, you'll learn to harness your rage and target the right

Humans are the most powerful, undetectable weapon.

Yeah, I can do that.

Holy shit!