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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 ex-

Extraordinary. But, just like Lindy, Mummy and Daddy had their own deemings.

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

angry 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 the cure could be found.

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

than 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 Emily.

Her life as a human lab rat began.

The results were... mixed.

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

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

the key.

Lindy would be alone forever.

And then... A breakthrough.

A chance to be normal.

The treatment was brutal.

Barbaric. Outrageous. And surprisingly effective.

I know, I know, I'm sorry, but give 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 here. Yeah, and apparently you're too dumb even for

a minimum wage job. Is this your key?

Yes, that's my key, you fucking moron.

Hey,

this is my car.

Yeah, I think you forgot something.

What?

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 staying. I thought I'd 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 just kept listing off all the sexually transmitted infections she had.

It was, uh... It was unexpected.

Yeah. I mean, warts generally are, aren't they? You don't have a disaster

date story?

Uh, no, I don't date that much.

Oh. 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?

Uh, I hate people.

Like who?

I don't know, people who talk with their mouth full and people who chew too

loudly, people who hum.

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

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

might not want a nice day. Or, uh, people that talk in elevators.

Yeah, that's bad.

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,

um, okay, I'll just um, I'll just have the chicken really quickly then Fish

please without the pine nuts. We don't do substitutions. I'm allergic It's

restaurant policy Okay,

the pasta please there is a walnut sauce How about the pork chop pistachio crust?

Perhaps you could suggest something that might work. Please don't take that tone.

No, I'm not. Sir, you are. You're making it impossible for me to impress my date,

and that'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

cool with me.

I have to pee, actually.

I'll be right back.

I just told his wife he is having an affair.

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

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

I gave the guy some attitude.

He practically cried into his napkin.

And his date just sat there and watched him squirm.

Oh my God.

Screwing with the customers.

Like my own friends at the league show.

The guy had like hours to pretty much everything on the menu.

It's pathetic.

I know.

She'll call you back.

now i just

Oh, ain't you a fine piece of...

It's

not working.

Okay, 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 you'll get the Nobel Prize once you're dead.

Is that a threat?

Can you fix it or not?

No. Okay.

Here.

Your emotions have been running pretty high in order for you to override your

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

running high all the time.

But 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 yeah, I 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

with your past. I've told you my story.

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

through it.

Asphyxiation.

Jugular bleed.

Clappy. 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 on 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,

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

something.

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

face. 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 BDSM, 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? We've heard.

What's it about?

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

Huh? What happened?

I'm currently seeking a new career path.

Oh, you got fired.

Yes, well, it wasn't my fault.

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

it.

Huh?

What is your heart in?

I like photography.

Yeah, 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. It's not really... Sounds kind

of voyeuristic to me. I mean, I'm wanking constantly.

Well, uh... 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.

What 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.

Wait, wait, wait, hold.

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...

It's not.

Good morning.

More like afternoon.

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

What really used to be called cute?

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.

Got you with something.

Wow. Am I amazing in bed?

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Oh, no, that's too much.

No, it's not.

Wow.

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

No? No. I mean, never.

Well, I'm glad you did.

You are never full of surprises.

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

that we 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.

thing. You're not going to die on me, are you? No.

That'd be just my luck. I meet the most amazing woman in the city and you've got

six months to live?

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

not have it.

Like Tourette's?

No.

Just a tiny bit more intense.

Okay.

Well, I mean, have you tried meditation or something?

Yeah, sort of.

Yoga.

Medication.

Extreme sports.

You know, I've tried, like, a whole lot of things, picked up lots of useless

skills, and that's the thing that...

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 are 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.

It's fine. It's fine. What?

It's fine. It's fine. Relax.

You're early. Yes, I was excited to see you. Why?

Because you're a genius.

You're a bald and burnish genius.

I'm cured.

Oh, you saw him again.

And I had an impulse, but it wasn't breaking his legs, smash his face in,

slamming. Actually, it was a bit of slamming. But 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, unfurled itself, like, to ten

times its length, like a travel umbrella.

I've heard of that. Yeah.

Never actually seen it.

Grower. 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.

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. And snooze. Because I want to celebrate. Can we open a bottle of

something? No. It's ten o'clock in the morning.

Okay, you're being a bad friend.

I'm not your friend.

I'm your 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

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

be anxious. Don't be anxious. I am. I love you.

Okay. I love you, too. I love you more.

No!

Oh!

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 gonna cook me dinner.

Fish.

Salmon?

Halibut.

You know any of his friend's 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 gonna find who did this.

Let's not give the lady false hope.

Statistically, it's unlikely.

Not giving her anything?

We're reassuring her we're going to do our best.

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 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 gonna get you a second. Now you have to stop shocking yourself.

Lindy. Lindy?

I'm not scared of you.

Lindy? Lindy?

Lindy?

Where is it?

You're holding it.

How do you feel?

I want to crush your skull with my bare hands.

I'm sorry about Justin.

They acted like 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.

But, 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 have to talk to Justin's boss.

What if you just took a moment and you felt... What if I just snapped your

neck? I'm gonna find the fuckers who did this.

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

Fuck. You're gonna kill somebody. Yeah, you're fucking right I am.

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

drink, some people write shit poetry. I hurt people.

Might as well put it to good use.

Vickers. Hi, Detective Vickers.

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

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

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

misunderstanding. Without all the, you know, jail.

She's on her way up now.

Boss, where are you? I parked out front. She's not gonna shoot me, is she?

No, of course not.

Freeze!

Then again, she might.

So here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna put your arms over your head, I'm

gonna cuff you, I'm gonna take you down to the station, and then I'm gonna 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 issues?

It was early days.

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

boom, two bullets to the brain.

Your partner's a trip, Vickers.

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 this murder suspect

Where did you learn to drive? Are you even trying

to catch her? I'm flooring it. Guys, it's quite a lot of puns about muted

bickering.

Come on, Lindy. Oh, I think I'm starting to get the hang of this dead shit.

i'm trying to help you okay i really have to concentrate now so it's been

really nice catching up now wait you go through with this and you're you're on

your own same as always

i'm

trying to help you you're gonna get somebody killed If you think I had

anything to do with Justin's death, then you're shitter at your job than I

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

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.

We specified a real-world scenario?

Yeah, a real zombie apocalypse.

Besides, there's no way to recharge the lights of a dialium power cell out there

right now.

Dialium power cells don't run out of energy. They recycle it.

Who's in charge right here?

I'm... 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? Get your password or something? No.

It's more the man I loved was murdered and I stole his phone from the police.

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

out 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 mouth 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.

Thanks

to put dollar on the other one just because you're a bit of a bleeder and

you drop your left when you 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 wanted to pick your brains 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 girlfriend.

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

Cross your fingers. I didn't kill any accountant.

But you know who did. Probably.

Quite 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, bone

-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 life rules?

No rules.

I thought this would be really working for me.

You don't mind, do you?

Just a bit parched after that.

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 am a man of my word.

Now, business like this, I like to keep driving.

Because the truth is, all that I have is because of one thing and one thing only.

And that is that I have never been a man of my word.

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

What is it about gross old men?

Always underestimating women.

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 switch, dangling around in front for 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 skim in the books. Look, even the government ain't dumb enough to

go after Faisal.

Are you really that stupid?

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

You enjoying 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.

Still don't think she's the type to blow her boyfriend'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 was

just 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 Faisal.

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.

He's pretty much untouchable.

Oh, I want to touch him.

Hard. And a lot. And not in a way he's going to enjoy.

Where can I find him?

Why are you doing this?

Is this 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.

He 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 stop me, are you?

But I am.

Bitch,

get back here.

Fucking fart. Oh, come on. You're not going to start 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.

Three.

Don't you dare.

Don't do it.

Seriously. I trust you.

Can I help you?

Gareth Faisal.

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. Faisal.

And she threatened me.

You're Faisal.

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.

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

You must be security.

Unless this is 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 book for a shady arms

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

information to disclose.

Seemed like a solid lead.

And that, then, 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.

And...

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 gotta take you home.

Unlock this door and let me out!

Asking about an accountant?

A concern?

Miss! Let me out! Let me out!

I wasn't 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.

I'm sorry.

More light.

An unknown variant.

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 lamp?

I figured if things got really bad, I could bite down on both ends.

Don't do that.

Sorry.

Thanks.

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, tell me.

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.

Do you want some Chinese food?

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

all that. You should eat something.

Don't touch the shrimp fried rice.

That's mine.

I'll get the best.

I just got

a check.

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. I'm kind of police foreplay. Are you wearing my knickers?

I'm doing my job.

See,

we've taken down another major drug kingpin.

Got sent home from school for setting the class pet free.

Hamster. Rabbit. Hey, listen to me.

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

description of the deranged psycho who put them there matches you.

What? Come on.

Little old me?

Who'd possibly think I could do anything like that? Don't fuck around with me,

Lindy.

Okay, but not now. I need you 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.

Hey, listen to me.

Faisal's not some dickbag gangster, okay?

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

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

it.

Make your choice anymore. No, no, no, no, no, no. That's a very bad idea. I've

got this condition, okay? It makes me snap. I can't control it, and I hurt

people. I wear this thing that gives me electric shock so that I can stop it

happening. But really, I really don't want to hurt you or anybody else.

I don't think you'd hurt me.

No? No.

Would you leave me on my own with him?

Yeah. Bollocks.

You sure?

What did 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 says I treat you different because you're a woman.

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

I treat you different because you are different.

Nobody's looking for me now.

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.

You have to stop looking for Justice Killer. You're going to get hurt. I know

what you're capable of.

I've read all about it. Okay, are you done looking me up on some bullshit

database? Listen, detective, I'm going to do what I need to do.

Lindy, I don't want to see you wind up dead.

Just let us do our job. So, what?

Does that mean you're going to go in and arrest Faisal?

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.

It was 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, you creepy fuck.

You are certainly a rare species.

I'm glad I took this opportunity to get one good, long, 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 sec, 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.

I have a few questions.

How do I get to Faisal?

You're ready to die, you sick fuck.

Justin.

Bravo.

Well done.

You know, I gotta admit, Lindy, uh...

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

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

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

You... I saw you.

How? The guy in the casket?

No.

Some bum off the street.

Jesus Christ.

I just paid off the corner, you know.

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

But 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.

So you chose me.

Why?

A glowing recommendation from Dr. Munchen. I mean, who do you think funds

his batshit crazy experiments?

But 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

train 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

Faisal. 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?

You lowlife piece of shit.

I'm gonna fucking kill you.

You could try.

Or you could just fuck instead.

What?

We had fun, right?

I mean, 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.

You know what's funny? I thought you'd be harder to crack. I really did.

Because you seemed pretty messed up.

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

Well, it turns out all you needed was to be...

You know what?

It is actually that time of the month.

I'm lucky for you. Fuck this.

What the fuck is this?

I'm sorry.

Backstabbing fuck. 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. Okay. Guess who's next. 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?

No, I don't think so. I don't know.

I don't know. Fuck, have you got that? I'm sorry.

You're not a freak.

You're magnificent.

Now we can really start to work.

Now. Think about the things that we can do together. Are you out of your mind?

You betrayed me.

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

Lenny, drop the gun. Hold on. Drop the gun. I'm not done. I'm good.

Fuck, shocking.

Sorry, I thought you were trying to kill him. No, you twat. I was doing your job

for you, Dan. Okay, don't call me twat.

Ivan Marcellus mentioned you're under arrest.

No. All right.

No, keep pressure on us. Take a finger out of my neck hole.

A little help?

And the security guards?

Uh, self-defense.

And the incident with the jumper cables.

Also self-defense.

Self-defense.

And the maternity ward.

Mistaken identity.

What happened to living by the rules?

Some rules are better than others.

Does this mean I'm not going to jail?

You're going to jail.

You attacked me. You drove around this city like a lunatic in a car that costs

more than my yearly pay.

You're going to jail, sweetie.

I'll see you out front.

Then I'll see you in court.

I look forward to it, Detective.

It's every day for me.

They took it off you in the ambulance.

So, what's next?

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

Just no more blind dates.

That's probably a good idea.

Lots of creeps out there.

I mean, some nice guys, too.

Yeah.

Here you go.

Thank you.

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

Of my bumhole?

No.

What kind of sleazeball 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.

I'm an excellent cook.

Double down on the halibut.

All right, piss off now.

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

Is there any change, please?

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

I

don't

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?

Have you been following me? Yeah.

What do you actually want?

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

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

fucking CIA or whatever you are.

I totally understand.

You spent... Years being forced to repress your anger.

I'm sorry about Justin. 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

people.

Humans are the most powerful undetectable weapon.

Thank you.

just like you have a gun

Holy shit!

One more time

you're gonna try this