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Mycroft,
what are you doing here?

Have you come back here
to sleep with Watson again?

Why should we deny ourselves
the chance at something

just because Sherlock
will make it difficult?

I went to see
Mycroft today.

This man's name is
Guillaume De Soto.

The DST in France
have long suspected

that he is a high-ranking
lieutenant in Le Milieu.

And their New York
office, apparently,

is now headquartered
at Diogenes.

This guy was eating with
the man that you noticed.

You take my picture,

I take yours.

Sorry I'm late.

I was perusing the restaurant's
wine cellar, then I realized...

Monsieur Holmes.

Who is this?

Think. It will come to you.

I crossed paths
with a friend of yours earlier

at a restaurant.

For all our sakes,
I wish I had not.

Hi. You've reached Joan Watson.

Please leave a message.

Watson, this is my fifth message
in as many hours.

Either you're engaging in
a marathon lovemaking session

with my brother,
or you've realized

that I was right about him and
you just don't want to admit it.

Given his advancing years
and no doubt flagging endurance,

the latter
is a virtual certainty.

Anyway, I assure you,
I am not looking for

any kind of recognition
or appreciation,

even though I likely deserve
both for saving you from months

or years or even a lifetime
of misery.

I merely wanted to...

Message complete. Good-bye.

Hi. You've reached Joan Watson.

Please leave a message.

Yes, call me back
and let me know you're okay.

Something's wrong.

We need to talk.

♪ Elementary 2x22 ♪
Paint It Black
Original Air Date on May 1, 2014

== sync, corrected by Romesh ==
RiVaL

Huh.

I was beginning to worry
I used, uh, too much chloroform.

Where am I?

What am I doing here?

You do not remember
following me?

You are very
beautiful.

For a cop.

I'm not a cop.

Not a cop.

Then why did I find an
NYPD identification card

in your purse?

Why did I find this?

I'm a consultant.

I work with the police.

A distinction
without distinction.

I wasn't
investigating you.

Not for the department.

I just thought
my friend should know

that Le Milieu was frequenting
his restaurant, that's all.

Your "friend""

Mycroft.

You know him?

I am, uh...

...a regular.

As is my friend,
Monsieur De Soto.

He's the one
who noticed you the other day.

He's the one who gave me
your picture.

Call Mycroft.
He'll explain...

He and Monsieur De Soto
have already spoken.

A deal has been made.

Your friend
will help mine

with a problem,

or... you and Mycroft

will be friends
no more.

Hmm?

You know, I told her what
you were. I told her.

She wouldn't listen.
Sherlock...

I knew you were lazy,
I knew you were an idiot,

but to allow a criminal
syndicate to set up shop

in your stupid
restaurant...

I told you.

You were sick. Hmm?

The economy took
a downturn.

You needed to make payroll!

The people who work for me
are more than just employees!

They're family!

They were counting on me!

You could have asked
our father for the money!

Is that what you'd have done,
Sherlock?

Sought help from him?

At first,
their requests were small:

buy wine from
one of their friends,

obtain the occasional work visa.

Then the requests got bigger,
did they?

A little bit of
money laundering here,

smuggling between
continents there.

The New York branch
of Diogenes-- their idea.

They wanted a foothold
in the American economy,

and now they've got one.

You know, I wish
it had taken you.

The leukemia.

I wish it had
rotted you to bones.

Sometimes...

...I wish the very same thing.

So, you said you struck
some sort of deal with them.

Explain it to me.

His name is Pierce Norman.

He was, until very recently,

vice president for American
operations at Credit Versoix,

one of the largest private
banking firms in Switzerland.

Tell me something I can't read
in his corporate biography.

Four days ago,

he used the computer
in his New York office

to download the names of
thousands of the bank's

wealthiest customers

and take snapshots of
their private accounts.

How much do you know
about Swiss banking?

Enough to know that his actions
were not just a violation

of the policy of his bank,
but also of Swiss law.

If the Swiss government
could locate him,

he'd be facing years in prison
and millions in fines--

which is presumably
why he's gone into hiding.

But before he did,
he let certain...

interested parties know that
he was willing to sell the list

to the highest bidder.

Individuals like
your new friends at Le Milieu,

for example.
Oh, it's more than that.

It's governments as well.

Think of the money they'll
collect in penalties

and back taxes
from corporations

and citizens who've been
hiding their money.

The list could be worth
billions to the U.S. alone.

The men who took Watson...

they want us to find
Mr. Norman and his list.

Why?

Their organization
has a number of accounts

with Credit Versoix,
operated through proxies.

Obviously.

But why us?

They don't know me.

They know you're a restaurateur
and an oaf.

Neither of us has
any connection to Norman.

So what would possess them
to ask you and me to...

This was your idea.

I overheard some of them
discussing Norman

at Diogenes
the other day.

And when they told me
tonight they had Joan,

I tried to explain
she wasn't a threat.

They wouldn't believe me.

So you told them about me,
about what I do.

You told them
I could find Norman.

Well, it worked.

They've given
us 48 hours.

And once those
48 hours are up?

I know why you're upset.

My very good friend
might be murdered

by your very bad friends.

Brilliant deduction,
Mycroft.

You're not sure you can do
what needs to be done

without her.

This is more than just a case.

Without her to keep you focused,
to keep you settled...

Is that what you
think she is? Hmm?

A simple counterbalance?

I think she's the person
you love most in the world.

I know I'm not her.

Not even close.

But I know you.

Even after all these years,
I know you.

And I can keep you on track.

Maybe not as well as her,
but well enough.

And I promise you,
I won't let you fail.

After I'm done...

after I have succeeded...

you'll go to the police,

you'll tell them everything
you know about Le Milieu.

After that--

if you haven't
gone to prison--

you will extricate
yourself from my life.

And from Watson's.

Forever.

Well, I see little point
in looking for clues

to his current
whereabouts at his home.

By now, his residence
would have been picked apart

by various
government agencies--

the CIA, MI Various,
MSS, GRU--

a veritable alphabet
soup of spies.

Then I guess we should
start with his office

at Credit Versoix.

The security there is
quite impressive, no?

I mean, it would almost
be impossible to penetrate,

even for a group like those.

Whereas, you and I
have the ability

to turn ourselves
into vapors

and infiltrate
via the air vents.

Well done, Mycroft.

You are a fine
substitute for Watson.

Think about it, Sherlock.

You and I
don't need to be vapors

to get into Credit Versoix.

We need only be
our father's sons.

Please. Please, help
yourselves, gentlemen.

This arrangement's intended
only for this meeting.

How not at all wasteful.

It's not every day
we get the chance to sit down

with members of such
an influential family.

Your father has a reputation
of being, uh, sui generis.

My father is a Lovecraftian
horror who uses his money

to bludgeon his way to
ever-more-obscene profits.

And Credit Versoix is
the perfect banking partner

for a man accustomed to the
aggressive practice of business.

Yes. Well parried.

Unfortunately,
you're wasting your time.

We have not,

in spite of what Mycroft
told you on the phone,

come here to discuss
making a large deposit

of our father's plunder.

We have come to offer
my services

as a consulting detective.

I don't understand.

You're in pursuit of one
Pierce Norman.

I will deliver him
and his purloined list to you

and not to any of the other
interested parties.

Should I call security?

Not just yet.

Mr. Hostetler,
please be aware,

if you expel us,
I shall be forced

to make your condition
known to every employee

in your company directory.

Uh, what condition?

Your wedding ring is too tight,

your hand betrays
a very slight tremor,

and your breath smells
very faintly

of an over-the-counter
antidiarrheal.

Nausea, weight gain
and tremors.

All side effects of the drugs
valproate and lurasidone.

Now, I doubt a man could have
reached your position

if he was schizophrenic,

so I would venture
that you are being treated for

rapid-cycling manic-depression.

As you can see,
my brother's a deductive genius.

His prowess
is not to be underestimated.

He can be the instrument
of your salvation

or your demise.

You'll need to sign
non-disclosure agreements.

After that, I...

can have our head of security
share what we know so far.

"Kurt Yoder."

Your surname
is perilously close to "yodel."

As a Swiss,
that must grow tiresome.

It's a joke I don't allow
people to make twice.

How ominous.

I'm sorry,
I don't see a computer.

Surely, we'll need
to look at that.

Norman accessed the accounts
first thing Monday morning,

then wiped it;
there's nothing to see.

Oh, there's plenty
of things to see.

This small bit of wrapper
from a nicotine patch;

that's Norman trying to
give up smoking.

This triptych--

he fancies himself
a nature photographer.

It's my business to
know what others don't.

So I'll need to see
that computer

so I can analyze
its contents.

It's in storage.

We'll get it for you.

Hmm.

You keep looking
at that plant.

It's a Ficus benjamina.

Popular choice in
decorative office greenery.

Thrives even
when neglected.

The Ficus is an
aggressive grower;

it'll strain the limits
of any container.

But this one...

This one seems stunted.

As if...

Hmm.

A hiding place.

Yes.

A handheld game console.

No external hard drive.

Nothing on the storage
but a single game.

Well, we've managed
to make our way

behind the walls
of one of the most

secretive institutions
on the planet...

to learn that Pierce Norman
likes to hide the fact

that he plays video games
when he should be working.

It's useless.

Please
excuse my brother.

He's under a great deal
of stress.

Personal matter.

What's happened?

A colleague--
he hurt himself while working.

He was shot.

You're afraid he's
going to be arrested

if you take him
to the hospital.

Not your concern.
I used to be a doctor

before I started working
for the police.

I specialized in trauma.

Right upper quadrant.

I need you to
cut this shirt open.

Okay.

You know him?

My cousin.

What's his name?
Jem.

Yeah, well, he's gonna die
if we don't do something.

We're gonna have to
clean his wound.

We have to operate.

So, are you planning to tell me
what you found?

You saw something
in Norman's office.

Your tantrum
was classic misdirection--

a tactic you've been wielding
since childhood.

Best we avoid the topic
of our childhood.

I'm barely speaking to you
as it is.

There was something.

Oh, I don't have time
for this.

Time for what?

Don't tell them anything
about Watson.

Let me do all the talking.

What are you
talking about?

Who are they?

Agent McNally.

You had people watching
Credit Versoix.

Get in the car, please.

Better for everyone if we don't

have to render
you both unconscious.

What's going on?

I know this man.

Mycroft, meet the NSA.

NSA, this is Mycroft.

Let's dispense
with the cat-and-mouse phase,

if you don't mind.

We're in a hurry.
I imagine you are as well.

You know that we're in pursuit
of Pierce Norman,

and you would like to know
what we've learned?

Throw in the names of the people
you're working for,

that should about cover it.

Hmm.

Your government must be
salivating over that list.

All those tax evaders
to squeeze like ripe grapes.

The tax evaders

are the least of our concern.

We have reason to believe
that Credit Versoix

has been in business
with so-called "charities"

that actually fund terrorism.

They're in bed with drug
cartels on three continents.

"Reason to believe"?

You've been spying
on our Swiss friends.

Well, the Swiss are not friends.

They're neutral.

So who hired you?

Think.

Better to have the NSA as
a friend than the alternative.

We are working for a government
friendly to your own.

They're interested
in Norman's list,

but they lack
the intelligence resources

to pursue it on their own.

My brother and
I took the job

on condition
that should we find the list,

we will turn over copies to them
and to the United States.

So functionally,
we're working for you.

And considering we've been
on the job for, what,

12 hours,
we know next to nothing.

Well, I hope that's all true,

because otherwise,
I'm gonna have to find a way

to prosecute you for espionage.

Is there anything else?

Mycroft, it's a pleasure
to meet you.

I get a night off,

I swear I'm gonna
finally try Diogenes.

How do you know
I have a restaurant?

Everybody knows about Diogenes.

Amazing food,
interesting clientele.

Detective?

Yeah, hey, uh,

Joan asked me to pull

some Interpol files yesterday,

then she never showed
to pick them up.

Just want to make sure
she's okay.

She's tip-top.
You want to speak to her?

Nah,

not if she's...

Hello?

My phone doesn't appear to be
working-- can I borrow yours?

Was that really
necessary?

That was the NSA. Hands.

Exquisite timepiece;
shame it has to go.

They didn't touch my watch.

Better safe than sorry.

We cannot allow the NSA
to monitor us.

If they find Norman before we
do, we'll have no one to trade

for Joan, and then your friends
at Le Milieu will kill her.

We need to get back
to the brownstone.

I've got urgent business
to attend to.

The video game
Norman was playing--

that's your urgent business?

I am pursuing
our most important lead.

It doesn't seem like you're
pursuing much of anything.

Before I destroyed
Norman's gaming device,

I noted that he'd logged
over 50 hours playing this game.

During that time, he failed
to score a single point.

He did, however,
spend quite a bit of time using

the game's chat function.

You think he was using it
to communicate?

With only one other person--
a player by the name of...

L-3-G-0, L-4-S-S-5.

"Leg-o-Lass-five.

So this person was,
what, an accomplice?

Someone who helped Norman
compile the list?

Possibly.

I memorized Norman's user name.

From then, it was a simple case
of deducing his password.

I am now logged in

as Norman.

There are several messages
from "Leg-o-Lass-five,"

trying to ascertain
his whereabouts.

I've responded to the last one,

and now I'm just waiting
to hear back.

I-I realized just now

I've never actually apologized
for what's happened

to Joan.

My... role in the situation
is complicated, but I...

How is it complicated?
It seems simple enough to me.

Well, I... I just wanted
to let you know I'm sorry.

If anything happened to Joan,
I'd never forgive myself.

Well, that won't be an issue.

If anything happens to Joan,
I will murder you.

That's the, uh...

the disposable phone
you lent me.

Gave the number
to the restaurant;

they said they'd call regarding
some repairs to the kitchen.

Excuse me.

Mycroft Holmes.

How goes it?

We may have a lead.

We're doing our best,
considering the circumstances.

Circumstances that
could have been avoided

if you'd simply removed
your brother from New York

as I recommended
a few months ago.

"Simply"? I forget sometimes
you haven't met Sherlock.

Listen, I can't stay
on the line.

You've made a hash
of this, Holmes.

But remember, long as I wind up
with Norman and his list,

you may still get out of it.

- Mm, mm...
- Prepare to travel.

We leave for Westchester County
in five minutes.

Wh-What?

While you indulged
in slumber,

I connected
with Leg-o-Lass-five.

I extracted quite a bit
of information

pretending to be Norman.

Leg-o-Lass,
as it turns out,

is not Norman's partner
in extortion, but his lover.

It also turns out

that Leg-o-Lass is not--

as the name would lead one
to assume-- a woman.

His name is Deron--
he has a wife, two children,

and a taste for unsavory men.
Yes, this is all

very interesting,
but why are we going to see him?

He thought you were Norman--
he clearly has no idea

where the man is.

He may have more information
than he knows he does.

It's a common
enough affliction.

All right, first of all,

it's not "Lego-o-Lass."

It's "Legolas,"
like the elf from the movies.

And the five on the end
is just an extra "S."

Second thing is,
my wife will be home any minute.

Got questions, ask them fast.

How long have you
known Pierce Norman?

Little over a year.

We saw each other off and on,
mostly in the city.

Has he been behaving
unusually lately?

Was he making any travel plans?

What?

Joan asks questions
when you're out and about.

I've seen it.

She's a trained detective.

You are a buffoon.

Had he been
acting unusual?

No. Nothing like that.

May I ask how
you two met?

We met on Discretion.

It's an app.

May I?

Pierce Norman.

Not much there.

Yeah, you're right.

When I look at this picture,

all I see is the location
he may be hiding.

The woods?

No, not just any woods.

This is the same location
he has on display in his office.

He has four
separate photographs--

all taken from nearly
this exact spot.

All at different
times of the year.

Does Mr. Norman have a house
that he frequents in upstate?

Uh, there's a summer house.

Belongs to a friend, I think.

He's invited me
up there a few times.

Do you have the address?

Nah.

Could never get away.

I need you to print me a
copy of this photograph.

And then we'll
be on our way.

We'll know where
that house is soon enough.

It's a simple matter
of perspective.

He's quiet now.

Jem.

I think maybe he's, um...

stable.

I made my incisions
with a box cutter

and used vodka as
an antiseptic.

He's clean, but he's
far from stable.

If you care about
that man at all,

you'll take him
to a hospital.

I didn't ask you for help.

You insisted.

He was dying.

I want you to remember that,

because if the time comes
and we don't have what we want,

I am going to kill you.

I'm impressed.

I'll admit,
I was somewhat skeptical

during the third hour
of the search.

But now I'm impressed.

As I said, it's all a
matter of perspective.

That and angles.

There's precisely
one spot on Earth

with that exact view
of the Hudson,

the jetty below and
the tree line on the other side.

It was a simple
process of elimination.

No one home.

Norman's car
is outside.

By the looks of it, it hasn't
been moved in some time.

He might've gone for a hike.

We could wait
till he gets back.

What?

You have the
intellectual tools

to make simple
deductions.

Your failure to apply them
in an energetic fashion

is a constant source
of befuddlement.

Look around you.

Really...

look around.

Excuse me.

This cushion's
been disturbed.

There's scratches
on the floor.

Dry blood?

There may have been
some kind of scuffle.

More than a
scuffle, I'd say.

Those scratches
are drag marks.

Someone pulled a heavy
object to this door.

That's Pierce Norman.

We were supposed
to trade him for Joan.

What is to be gained
in... sitting around?

It's obvious someone got
to Norman before we did,

killed him and made off
with the list.

We need to devise
something to... do,

not sit around.

I am devising something to do.

I'm thinking
about the most efficient way

to sever a man's carotid artery.

I'm wondering why,

when half the world's criminals
wanted Pierce Norman dead,

he was murdered
by someone he knew.

And I'm reviewing my knowledge
of invertebrate zoology.

It's all terribly
interesting,

if one has the patience
to simply... pay attention.

So there's no sign
of a break-in.

And you think Norman
let his attacker in.

That's how you know
they were acquainted.

He was cut once and only once.

Direct strike to the neck.

The blade was then retracted
with a sharp twisting motion.

All indicative...

of a highly
trained attacker.

What are you doing?

Is that a cocoon?

No, it's a coffin fly pupa.

I noticed plenty of maggots,
which is hardly surprising.

But this...

this may be our salvation.

It takes at least

eight days for a fly
to go from an egg to a pupa.

Which means Mr. Norman here
has been dead for over a week.

But the data breach at
Credit Versoix was six days ago.

Precisely.

Mr. Norman here
is not a criminal.

He's a victim.

Someone with access
to his computer

followed him here,
they murdered him,

and then they used his files

to compile their list.

Pierce Norman was dead
before the files were stolen.

He has been murdered and framed,

in that order.

So the person who stole the list
is still at large.

If we can find them,

we'll have someone
to trade for Joan.

We need the names of anyone
who could possibly

have had access to his computer.

Quite certain
you're ready for this?

Herr Yoder.

Thank you so much
for coming to see us.

Could have done it without
all this skulking about.

Well, my brother and I
are quite unsure how to proceed.

As the bank's head of security,

we thought you were
the best person to consult.

So you no
longer think

Pierce Norman stole
our list of clients?

That's correct. It was
someone else inside the company.

Did you bring
the list of people

who may have accessed
his computer?

There. Now tell me
what you kn...

What are you doing?

This is kidnapping.

Before your journey
into unconsciousness,

you asked my brother
and I what we knew.

We know all.

We've known it since
before we called you

and asked you to
meet us here.

You murdered Norman.

Then you assembled
his list of clients

and you took it to market.

What?

What's your proof?

It's really not
terribly complicated.

The only person at Credit
Versoix with military training

and access to highly secure
accounts like Norman's

was you, Herr Yoder.

Every man in Switzerland
goes into the army.

You have to do something.

Your brother, he's-he's insane.
Yes.

That's always been a matter of
some debate within the family.

Various experts
have been consulted,

but an exact diagnosis
has proved elusive.

It's true, military
service is compulsory

for every man
in Switzerland.

But most men complete
their basic training,

then they serve a brief stint
in the reserves. You...

qualified for and served
in an elite commando unit.

FSK-17.

I imagine hand-to-hand combat
was a particular emphasis.

Blade work.

That's not proof.

And this is not
the World Court.

My brother and I

are satisfied
that you did it.

And for your purposes,
that's really all that matters.

Now,

you stand between me

and the recovery of
someone for whom I care

with all the depth I am
capable of mustering.

She is
remarkable in ways

that you could
never imagine.

I would trade your life for hers

without a moment's thought.

So...

I am going to use
these devices on you...

...until you tell me

the location of
your stolen list.

I will harvest whatever amount
of your flesh is necessary

to get what I want.
Do you understand me so far?

You have to stop this madness.

Answer my brother's question.

See, the military
knows that

every man will speak if the
correct tools are applied,

right?

So the only way for you to
influence this situation

is to tell me what I
want to know right now,

and deny me the pleasure
of extracting it from you.

No? Okay, very well.

Did you know
you can choke

any extremity on
the human body?

You simply need
to deny it oxygen.

It become quite useless
quite permanently

very, very quickly.

Say auf Wiedersehen
to your left hand,

Herr Yoder.

This particular
shade of purple

sets in right before
the cells die permanently.

Stop!

It's on a hard drive.

Uh, one of
those small ones.

It's-it's in a compartment
in my car.

He is talking like this.
What is the matter with him?

He's probably in shock.

He needs a hospital.

Mademoiselle?

It's okay.

It's okay.

Okay...

Your time is
not long now.

I would be
more worried.

My friends will
come through.

What happens after
that is up to you.

Mm.

You have a very strong
faith in your friends.

The one I know,
he is not worth this.

You're talking
about Mycroft.

It seems you think
we forced him

into doing
business with us.

It did not
happen like that.

He was short of money.

He had a... a proposal

to use his business
to help us move products.

In return,
we give money.

The expansion to New York--
his idea.

Why are you telling
me all this?

Maybe I think
you should know the truth

before we give you
back to him.

You should know
the truth before.

Some of
these names, remarkable.

Yoder certainly
gathered himself

a valuable trove
of information.

I'm sure,
under different circumstances,

it would be
fascinating to review,

but right now, all we need
to know is that it's real.

We've got the list.

Where's the phone?

Who are you calling?

Agent McNally of the NSA.

What on earth for?

Mycroft, you've shown
yourself to be capable

of rudimentary deduction.

And you know these people.
Surely you must realize that

as soon as we hand over
the list, they will murder

you, me and Joan.
Yoder, as well--

not that I'm particularly
concerned about that.

I've been done business
with these people for years.

They're always
as good as their word.

Heading into this meeting
without proper support

would be utter folly.

McNally has access
to trained men.

He will also understand

that we needed to color
outside the lines

to get the information
that we needed from Yoder.

I don't think this is wise.

We've done everything
they've asked.

Well, considering it was
your criminally poor judgment

which resulted in Joan's
abduction in the first place,

let's dispense
with that foolishness

and approach the situation
the smart way.

My way.

Tell me you've made progress.

I have Kurt Yoder.

And the list.

I'm on my way to you now.

'It's Jem.
Something is wrong.

It's thready.

What is it?
What is happening?

He's bleeding internally.

The bullet must have
nicked his liver.

Ah. Fix it.

I told you, he needs surgery--

real surgery,
in a real hospital.

No.

You think if we take
him to a hospital,

he will tell them where
you are. He won't.

If you want your cousin to live,
take him to the hospital.

Otherwise, keep him here
and watch him die.

Monsieur de Soto.

Oui. Je comprends.

It's good news.

Your friend and his brother
came through.

The exchange is on.

I love this.

You lie to me the other day
about everything,

and now you expect me
to help save your partner.

I expect nothing. I'm appealing
to your sense of decency.

And what about your buddies
at the NYPD?

Why don't you appeal
to their sense of decency?

The NSA has
superior resources.

And a greater familiarity
with the problem at hand.

You mean "problems"
with an "S," right?

Now that the list is gone,

your brother double-crossed you,
your partner is in the hands

of some very, very bad guys.

Are you going to
assist me or not?

I would love to assist you.

I need that list, too.

Your brother's in the wind.

Your best hope
is that he was right.

That he can pull off
the trade by himself.

You're assuming
he even intends

to make the trade.

You think he cut a deal
with somebody else?

That he gave
the list to them?

I thought I knew
my brother.

His many flaws
of character.

It turns out, there may
be more than I realized.

I am begging you.

Please, help
me find him.

I'll tell my people
to keep their eyes peeled.

That's the best I can do.

Then you wont mind if
I do go to the NYPD.

Your friend is late.

Monsieur de Soto.

I apologize for the delay.

You have what we asked for?

In the boot.

That is not Norman.

Norman is dead.

He's been dead
for over a week.

That's the man
who stole the list.

If you like, I can show you
where to find the body.

You brought
the list as well?

I want to thank
you again, Guillaume,

for this opportunity.

As I told you,
she works for the police,

but she poses no threat to you.

Kill them.

Guillaume,

mistakes have been
made, I confess,

but I'm begging you,
don't make another one.

There are lines. You know this.

I've been an excellent partner
to your organization.

I've done everything
you've always asked of me.

All good things, mon ami.

You're certain
there's nothing I can do

to talk you out of this?

Sorry.

Then would you do me the favor
of allowing me a few last words?

Paint it black.

Pardon?

Command, this is A-16.

We are all clear.

I repeat, all clear.

You squared, sir?

I'm sorry you had
to see that, Joan.

Obviously, there's a great deal
I need to tell you.

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