All language subtitles for The Flight Attendant S02E07 No Exit 1080p HMAX WEB-DL DD5 1 H 264-FLUX (1)_track4_[eng]

♪♪♪

CASSIE: Listen.

Before we get out,
I just want to say--

Silent all the way
to the marina,

and now she finally speaks.

I didn't know what to say.
I just--

Thank you for picking me up
and driving.

I thought to myself,
"Hmm, Shane.

You'd better show up."

But also you outed me
as a CIA agent,

to my boyfriend
while you were drunk.

Oh, my God.
That was so bad...

And then there's
this whole Megan thing.

Honestly, I'm kind of on
the fence about our friendship.

But I don't think
that you deserve

to be framed for murder, so...

[sighs] Listen,
I'm not talking because...

my entire family--well...

what's left of it just,
like, imploded

like a dying star overnight,

and now I'm back
in this nightmare,

but hurting you is, like,
the worst part of all of it.

I do appreciate your apology.

- Okay?
- [sighs] Oh, thank you.

Come on--what?
What, what, what?

I did some digging.

A lot of digging,
and I found out

that everyone who has died

has had contact with Will,

the mark who was killed
in Berlin.

Okay, well,
Benjamin is the one

that tells me where to go,
so...

Mr. Berry fought
to be your handler.

That's Benjamin's errand boy.

There's times I want to burn
the whole shit down.

Do you think he fought
for me to be an asset

so that he could, like,
pin all this shit on me?

Like, building some sort of
fucked up case against me?

[scoffs]
Why would I kill these people?

What would my motive even be?

Honestly, I have no clue.

Okay, so Max tracked down
the registration number.

What the hell is a slip?

Slips are parking spots
for boats.

Okay, so...

Wait, wait.

This is the one.
This is the one.

That's the same registration
number from the View-Master.

- What?
- Shh.

Mmm! Mm-mm. Mm-mm. Mm-mm.

Wow.

Don't touch anything.

[gasps] Oh!

[coughs]

[coughs] Oh, my God.

I'm--Oh, my God,
I know that guy.

That's--that's--that's--
that's the cloudy--

That's the cloudy eye guy.
He works with Benjamin.

- I saw him in Berlin.
- Wait, wait, wait.

- He was in Berlin?
- Yes!

What are you doing? What are
you doing? What are you doing?

I need to call the police.

This is a crime scene.
These bodies are in rigor.

It means they were killed
within the last six hours.

Okay, but maybe
there's like, a...surveillance

around here that can help us
figure out what happened?

No, no, no. See...

CIA falls under
US Code Title 50.

That's tracking people
with drones,

That's hunting down North Korean
spies on airlines.

Not this.
This is the police.

- Okay?
- Okay.

Look, I get that you're scared
right now, but,

we gotta handle this
correctly.

This can't be about you
right now.

♪♪♪

♪ You probably think
this song is about you ♪

♪ You're so vain
(You're so vain) ♪

♪ I'll bet you think this song
is about you ♪

♪ Don't you, don't you ♪

♪ You had me several years ago ♪

♪ When I was still
quite naive ♪

Shane's right. Why don't
we care about other people?

I care. What do you mean?
I'm trying to stop all this.

All you care about
is yourself.

"Oh, my God,
someone's trying to frame me!"

You won't shut up about it.

No, no, I can stop this.

I can make sure
no one else dies.

Hmm. Isn't it such a shame
these people are dead

because you're so stupid
you can't figure out

a few clues on a View-Master?

Oh, my God. Are these people
dead 'cause of me?

They're dead 'cause of me,
aren't they?

- They're dead 'cause of me.
- No, no, Cassie.

- Is this my fault? Yes, it is.
- No, Cassie.

- Cassie, no.
- Oh, my God.

Oh! Fuck.

That is my other red glove.

That's my red glove
from Berlin!

Benjamin found my other one
in Echo Park.

That is mine. Oh, my God!

- This is mine!
- No, stop, Cassie!

Don't touch anything!

Drop the glove.

[line ringing]

[phone rings]

- Dot Karlson's office.
- Hi, this is Cassie Bowden.

This is an emergency.

Can you please put Dot on
right now?

All right. She's in a meeting
right now.

It's urgent.
This is Cassie Bowden.

Please put Dot on now.

Unfortunately,
Ms. Karlson is speaking

with several of her colleagues
from Langley.

But I'm happy to connect you
with Mr. Berry.

No! No. No, no, thank you.

Just, uh, please tell her
to call me immediately.

- Thank you.
- [button beeps]

♪♪♪

[theme music plays]

♪♪♪

You should have
a heavier coat.

- Hello, Mrs. Briscoe.
- [gasps]

I'm impressed you evaded us
for so long.

But here you are,

watching your son Eli.

He always takes this bus
after work.

He's been so sad
since he quit the swim team.

Shame.

I for one thought
he had real talent in the pool.

How do you know all that?

Your interests
are my interests.

It would be so tragic
if I had to

give my superiors
his schedule.

So you'll come with me and

hand over any flash drives
you kept.

We can't risk
traceable content

exposing our entire network
here in the US.

Entire network?

An exclusive club of people
like yourself,

helping my country.

Easy to join...

but no exit policy.

Okay.

Okay, okay, fine.

If I give you everything,
will this be done?

[chuckles]

I'll give you everything
I have, okay?

Any kind of evidence
that could be used against you.

Okay? I just...

Please, I just ask that you
just leave my son out of this.

The best I can do is...
we'll see.

♪♪♪

[trunk clicks open]

It's in the bag.

- [both grunt]
- Ooh! Jesus.

- [blow lands]
- [grunts]

- [blow lands]
- [grunts]

[mutters]
Oh! My God.

♪♪♪

Okay.

♪♪♪

[panting]

♪♪♪

Oh, my God! Cassie? Hi!

Jenny, what are--
What are you doing here?

I'm trying to get the scoop
for my podcast.

I heard there was a murder
on my police scanner.

187--that's the code.

The scanner was a little
expensive, but so worth it.

Plus I can always
write it off. Anyway,

I heard the call go out, and
I'm always up for an adventure.

- My boyfriend always says--
- Okay, no. Stop.

Stop. Listen.

Listen, there--
real people died today.

No, no, no, and you're being
smiley and happy,

and talking about adventure
and clickbait,

but it's wrong.

I wish you
a really healthy recovery,

but you need to get some
perspective

on what's going on here.

O-kay. Well, I'm here,

and I'm taking this
seriously, Cassie.

You know what? Fine. Fine.
Can you just stay away from me?

Can we do that?
Can you do that?

I didn't know
you were gonna be here.

If you don't want to talk to me,
fine, but you're not the boss

of crime scenes that don't
even involve you.

You're right. You're right.
Sorry.

I didn't expect to see you.

I didn't mean for this
to be a thing.

You know, you're lecturing me.

Again. And I, like,
really looked up to you.

Like, I wanted to learn
from you and be like you,

but all you ever do is show up
and talk down to me.

I--

Wait...

What are you even doing here?

[cell phone buzzes]

[cell phone buzzes]

[cell phone buzzes]

You want to answer that?

[cell phone buzzes]

And then Weird Jenny
showed up.

She came to, like,
murder-podcast

the fucking dead bodies,
so we left.

Okay, so you brought
Shane along

on your, uh, nautical
murder mystery adventure.

I mean, no offense, but,
is it wise

to be bringing coworkers along
on shit like this?

Oh, well, he's more than
a flight attendant. I mean,

he's not really--he's...

[under breath]
Cassie. Cassie. No. No.

He's CIA.
He's a CIA agent.

Are you fucking kidding me
right now?

- Whoa. For real?
- CASSIE: I'm sorry.

They're the last people I tell.
I promise.

Okay, stop making promises that
you clearly cannot keep.

- I'm sorry.
- Can we get to work, people?

- Where is the View-Master?
- It's right here.

It's right here. Here.
Here you go.

This is not scary.

I'm sorry that's not scary
enough for you.

Here's what I'm thinking, and
you, Cassie, should sit down.

- Just, go! Tell me.
- Okay.

Every person that has died

has been associated
with Will,

and every photo

marked the location
that they would be killed.

How many slides
are left in here?

- One.
- Right. And the only way

that someone can successfully
frame you

is if you're dead, Cassie.

So I think
this last slide is

where the double plans
to kill you.

♪♪♪

♪ I--I--I--
I need ♪

- ♪ I need you ♪
- This is a really good time

- to take this call.
- Uh...

Whoa...

Um, she's gonna go
in the bathroom.

It's where everything
important and secret

happens in this house.

♪ Two of hearts ♪

- Megan?
- Listen, Cassie.

I have a North Korean
in my trunk

and I'm on the move
so I need your help.

Why do you have a North Korean
in your trunk?

Where was I supposed
to put him?

Now, I was going through
his phone,

and he had information
about me from Hak,

- the guy we stabbed in Iceland?
- No, no, there's no "we."

There's no "we."
Miranda stabbed him.

The point is is that they had
a long text chain about me.

And they also had
a head's up

about a certain CIA officer
that was tracking me.

His name was Shane Evans.

[sighs]

Back in Reykjavik,
you said that Shane

was talking about Hak, so,
I need from you

and please tell me the truth!

Did Shane follow you
to Iceland

because he was after me?

That was not my fault.
Listen, he already--

he already knew about Iceland.

- He was--he--
- [sighs]

Okay.

I need you to, um,

I don't know, um,

broker a meeting with Shane,

because I have evidence
to trade.

- Megan, he's not a--
- Cassie!

My life is in crisis!

I am sorry. Please, for me,
talk to Shane.

All right, because I am headed

- [police sirens blare]
- to Newark right now, and--

- Oh, my God.
- [phone beeps off]

[sighs]

- Yes?
- Ma'am,

are you in need of assistance?

[scoffs] No.
No, I--No, I'm okay,

but that's very nice.
Thank you, officer.

Then are you aware that it is
illegal to drive or park

in the breakdown lane
in New Jersey?

Really?

No, no, I--I--
I had no I--

You know, I'll just go, okay?

- I'll just--
- Ma'am, hold on.

Mm-hmm?

May I see your license
and registration, please?

Sure.

Um, you know what,

I would've never pulled over
if I--if I thought

- it was illegal, you know?
- [thump from trunk]

[coughs loudly]

Sorry.

Um...

You know what? I can't seem
to find my license.

I must've left it at home.

I'm really sorry.

I'm gonna need you
to step out of the vehicle.

Okay.

[under breath] Fuck.

Oh, you have kids?

I--

just, you have See's Candies.
[chuckles]

Sorry, it gives me PTSD.
[chuckles]

I--I sold them
for my son's swim team.

Yeah, somehow Mom always seems
to have to find the time, right?

They're for my son's
school field trip

to Washington, DC.

There's always a trip to DC.

Tell me about it.

You know, I used to joke
to my husband

that the principal
at Eli's school

got kickbacks
from the candy lobbies.

[both laugh]

I'm just happy
that I didn't eat

all of them
'cause they're so good.

My kid was eating them
all himself.

- Oh, no.
- Yeah, so now I'm stuck

- playing Willy Wonka.
- Well, kids. I mean...

We'll do anything for them,
right?

That's the whole thing.

The whole being-a-mom thing,
right?

I'd give anything to be able
to go back home again

to a pile of his dirty laundry.

Or his bathroom looking like
a monsoon just hit it.

Sorry.

You two aren't on good terms?

Well, I was actually, um,

on my way to make things right.

But if I miss my plane...

I won't be able to try, so...

I know this may seem odd,
but...

if you could find it
in your heart

just to let me drive away
so I can get to my family

I'll buy every single
See's Candy you have.

Not a bribe. Okay,
it's kinda like a bribe, but,

maybe you could see it like
a gesture

from one mom to another?

- Ma'am, I'm gonna need you to--
- Please?

Promise me you'll refrain
from parking

in the breakdown lane
in the future.

[sighs]

Yes.

♪♪♪

- [knocks on door]
- ANNIE: Hey.

Just making sure
you're okay.

As okay as possible.

Okay, I'm coming in.

Cool, great.

We're in the bathtub.

Okay.

Okay, I'm obviously supposed
to die soon, right?

Like, that's where...
all the arrows are pointing.

I can't get those dead bodies
out of my mind.

I mean, just seeing them.
And I...

had a really horrible,

horrible conversation
with my mother.

Um...

- Wow.
- Want to know the worst part?

She looked me in the eye
and she said,

"I don't like you."

After all this time,
I'm starting to think

maybe she's right.

I don't really like me,
either.

- [knocking]
- Yeah, what?! Yes?

MAX: Sorry. I--I think
I got something.

Okay,
so here's the last slide.

First I thought it was, like,
a fast food restaurant booth,

but then I realized
it's the same kind of plastic

they would use for seats
on a ride,

which would explain why
it's seemingly up in the air.

Like a ride
at an amusement park?

Yes, and then I was thinking

why is there ocean water
under it?

An amusement park ride
on a pier.

Okay, well, the only one is
obviously Santa Monica Pier.

- It has rides.
- Yeah, but we don't know when.

Well, it has to be today,
right?

- I'm sorry, what?
- Whatever has to happen

at the pier
has to happen today.

Babe, you have to say more.
That doesn't make senses.

Tomorrow it closes for an
entire month of refurbishing,

completely shut off
to the public.

I read about it when I was
planning a visit with Annie,

so given that and the way the
killings have been accelerating,

that would make today
the most likely day.

- I can make you an algorithm--
- [all saying no]

Max, we understand it.

What is that?

Max, you're literally
unfurling the plot

for us as we speak.
Can you please focus?

- There's something up there.
- MAX: Right?

- Uh...
- Whoa!

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, please don't tell me
that is some sort of

bloody knife in my house?!

Okay, look, your fingerprints
are now all over it.

I didn't know what it was!

Oh, my God,
that woman was in my house!

- Calm down. It's okay.
- SHANE: Bad news.

Somebody jimmied
the back door.

Great, well, a bloody knife
in your home

is pretty fucking
incriminating.

Jesus Christ, is there literally
anyone else I can talk to?

Oh, don't worry.
I'm here to support your plan.

Go to the pier.

Really?
No wry, suicidal comment?

I can be nice sometimes.

Okay, you're holding a knife,

and you seem different.
What is happening?

Oh, see, no, no.
This is my knife,

But you should grab
a weapon, too, so you feel safe.

Okay, that's actually
a good idea,

but I don't trust
this whole new you situation.

- No, mm-mm.
- Cassie.

Come on, we're finally
on the same page here.

Stop asking questions
and go to the pier.

Go to the fucking pier!

I mean,
it's like a suicide run.

Maybe we'll all get lucky
and you'll get yourself killed.

Fuck you.

You know why "fuck you"
is all you can throw at me?

Because I'm right.
You're a broken, self-absorbed,

piece of shit
who deserves to die.

[loud clap,
high-pitched ringing]

Shane, we need to go
to the pier right now.

- Right, right now.
- Okay, Cass? Cassie?

Cassie, listen to me.
If Shane is correct

and you are the next person
that is supposed to die

then you are doing exactly
what this crazy person wants.

I mean, bloody knife
in your house

is a pretty strong indicator
that this person is,

like, ten fucking steps
ahead of us.

- Hello?
- You just went and touched that.

Cassie?

SHANE:
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You don't need a box cutter,
'cause you not going anywhere.

You can say I'm not going, but
when you leave, I'm gonna go,

so the whole world knows
I'm gonna do that, so let's go.

What, you guys are just gonna
appear looking for a blonde?

Hate to state the obvious,
but there are a lot of blondes

- in California.
- No, not this one, okay?

- She looks exactly like me.
- Look, I'm going to do

everything that I can
to protect you,

and you are going to follow
all of my instructions.

I'm gonna--I promise
I'm gonna be good.

- Yes, yes.
- Taking one car or two?

- No, I think we should carpool.
- You are not carpooling.

You two are not going anywhere!
Stay put!

I'm sorry.
Sorry, I'm sorry. Okay.

It's not a fifth grade
field trip.

- [door slams]
- Okay, I totally understand now

why Cassie
never listened to me

when I told her not to do
anything.

Yeah. We're still going,
though, right?

- Oh, no, 1000%.
- Yeah, great, cool.

- I'll drive.
- Okay.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Okay, listen,
I need you to be

- [cell phone buzzes]
- focused and on high alert.

That is not high alert!

Okay, listen, um,
I--I--Before we do this,

I need to ask you something.

It's--it's not related,
but important.

Okay, this is probably
not the time for that.

Hypothetically,
if, uh, Megan were to,

I don't know, get back in
the States somehow,

would you agree to--

Put Megan in a federal prison
for life? Yes.

- Hear her out?
- No, listen.

I cannot search and keep track
of you at the same time.

Stay at this bench.

- Don't move.
- This bench? Where it says

"No stopping any time"
in front of everyone?

If you see the double
you text me.

- Obviously. Okay.
- I'll be here.

[sucks teeth] Also, you just
low-key admitted

to helping a known traitor
get back into the country,

so we're gonna unpack that
at the next party.

[cell phone chimes repeatedly]

Okay, Megan, God damn it.

Davey?

What? I don't...

[sighs] Shit.

♪♪♪

Uh...

Fuck.

Shit.

♪♪♪

Cassie's gonna be so fucking
pissed at us for coming here.

[scoffs] She'll get over it.
Also, if we actually stop

this crazy person,
I'm getting myself a churro.

Max, I will buy you every
single churro in Los Angeles

if you find this woman
before someone else dies.

MAX: Ooh!

♪♪♪

[riders screaming]

[calliope music plays]

♪♪♪

[distorted whooshing]

[distorted music]

[whooshing intensifies]

We're having fun now.

There is no "we."

People die every day, Cassie.

Why are you letting it
get under your skin?

Oh, because you're the one

who's supposed to die
this time?

[loud, simultaneous clap]

[high-pitched ringing]

[horse whinnies]

[gulps]

♪♪♪

[children laughing]

♪ I--I--I--I need ♪

♪ I need you ♪

- Hello? Dot?
- I saw that you called.

Cassie,
I wanted to thank you

for all of the evidence
you reported

and more importantly,
for trusting me

with such a sensitive matter.

We're putting together
a task force

to investigate the murders.
I'll be running point.

Wait, what's the noise
in the background?

I'm at Santa Monica Pier.

The double is here.

I think she's about to do
something insane.

What are you doing there,
Cassie?

If you're correct,
this is not safe for you

and you need to leave.
And if you see Mr. Berry

do not engage.

I am on my way to you now.

- Wait, wait, is Benjamin the--
- [line beeps]

Shit.

Cassie.

Excuse me! Excuse me.
Excuse me.

Coming through! Sorry!
Excuse me! Excuse me!

Move! Excuse me.

Excuse me. Sorry.
Can I---

Can I get through this?

I'm sorry,
can I get through here?

Hi, sorry.

Excuse me!
Excuse me! Excuse me! Sorry.

Can I get on this ride?

I know, I suck! I suck.
Can I get on?

Thank you.

♪♪♪

[games beeping]

Shit!

Team Home Invasion
is right behind us.

- But what are they doing here?
- I don't know. Looking for us?

We took their shit
and called the cops on them.

It's probably not
a friendly visit.

[exhales]

Glad we made their kill list.

Don't fucking say shit
like "kill list"!

Sorry. Yeah.

What are we supposed to do?
We can't just like...

I don't know, start a life

in this little corner
of the arcade

and just grow old together
and just never come out.

No, no, we have
to fight back somehow.

Great, totally.
We have to fight back.

Except, you know, they're
murderous bounty hunters

- and we're us, so...
- Right.

- Look, I have the taser
- Whoa.

that we stole from them.

What are we gonna do
that requires a taser?

Okay, I'm about to come off
the indecision bench

with, like,
a very large swing

and I'm gonna need you
to trust me, okay?

Okay.

What I'm about to say
is very stupid

and idiotic and extremely
risky and dangerous

and we should never do
anything like this ever again.

Um, that said...

here's my idea.

♪♪♪

Mr. Berry.

You shouldn't be here,
Mr. Evans.

Honestly, I was hoping
that you wouldn't be here.

But after everything
that Cassie found out,

I pretty much knew you would.

What do you think
you're doing here?

You should not be here.

♪♪♪

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Why did I get on
this fucking ride?

[whispers]
Come with me.

♪♪♪

What the fuck's
going on here?

Oh! Oh.

[elevator dings]

It's only a little bit
out of order.

You're on a carnival ride
while your friend is dying?

You are helpless.
Although people have been dying

because of you
since you were a little girl.

Your mom won't even
forgive you.

Who the fuck
would forgive you?

You should've died
in that truck with your dad.

You little--

Okay, what is going on?

No. No, no, no, no, no.

That is not my mom.

It's the closest
you get to her.

[sighs]

Mom?

Really not sure
what I'm supposed to do here.

Um, Mom, I'm not...

sure what's...

Oh, I'm not sure about
much of anything right now.

Except so much time wasted.

And you need to stop
breaking your own heart.

That's all I want.

You want me to apologize
to you.

Oh...

I'm not sure I'm ready
to forgive you yet.

You can't control
how I feel, Cassie,

no matter how much
you want to.

You're powerless to make me
forgive you, Cassie.

You're powerless when someone
puts a drink in your hand.

You're powerless
to pull yourself together.

Hell, you're powerless
to get off this Ferris wheel.

Honey...

you can't do anything
but accept it.

CASSIE: What is going on?

Cassie...

I love you.

And I wouldn't be saying it
in here

if it didn't already exist
out there.

Just be patient with others.

With me, if you can.

And with yourself.

[footsteps thundering]

♪♪♪

So your girl ran away
and left you to take the heat?

- Smart.
- You have no idea how smart.

GABRIELLE: See, I'm convinced
that you two want to die.

Because you just couldn't
leave it alone, could you?

Listen, Max,
fair is fair, right?

No. Okay--

[electricity zapping]

[body thuds]

[Gabrielle groans]

Zap her!
The other cartridge! Zap her!

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

[electricity zapping]

[spasms, inhales sharply]

[gasping]

Jesus.

That was badass!

- Max...I'm so sorry.
- Hey...

I'm so sorry.
I will never make you be

the damsel in distress
ever again.

- That was so fucking stupid.
- Hey, no, hey, hey.

I trusted you,
and you trusted yourself,

and it worked.

No, I know,
but there are, like,

you know, safer fucking ways

to learn big life lessons,
and--and--

- what was I thinking?
- It worked! It worked.

[kisses] Whoo!

So now we're, uh...
we're officially engaged?

♪♪♪

Cassie.

CASSIE: Grace.

Oh, my God, this was you.

It was you the whole time.
Holy shit!

Let's go.

I want to go again.

I really want to go again.

Okay, double trouble,
take a seat.

Jesus, this is fucked.

♪♪♪

I fucking knew it was you.

I knew it was you.
I didn't want it to be,

but I fucking knew it.

So what, do you just

creepily befriend someone
and then go dress like them

and then
go murder a bunch of people?

I don't want to be doing
any of this.

Grace, you don't have
to do that.

You don't have to do anything
you don't want to do.

Benjamin Berry, no one.

No one can make you
do something

that you don't want to do.

- Benjamin Berry?
- Yes! Yeah!

He definitely can't make me
do anything.

I just stabbed him.

Wait, what...

Okay, um...

I--I thought you were wor...

Jesus, Cassie,
I'm a trained killer.

You're a flight attendant
with a box cutter.

[cutter clanks against bars]

And everybody here saw
two blondes get on this ride,

and both of us
being on here together

really fucks the whole plan.

- It's not great.
- Oh, God.

[sighs]

Why are you the one
freaking out here?

I told you, this is not my very
fucking favorite thing to do.

- Okay? Any of it.
- Oh, okay, just--okay.

I genuinely liked you.

It's so much bigger
than you or me.

Okay, Grace, please,
listen.

You told me that when
my life was falling apart

to come to you.
Well, my world is falling apart

so please,
please put that gun down.

I am begging you,
please do not shoot that gun.

I wanted out of the army.

Like, at all costs, 'cause
I hated what they made me do.

- What?
- And now I'm doing

the exact thing
that I didn't want to be doing--

I'm killing people
for someone else.

It's just
such a fucking trap.

Well, why me? Why me?
Why did you--

Why did you plant
that View-Master?

What View-Master?
What are you talking about?

Look, if it was up to me,
then neither of us

would be here right now.
Now who am I

now that I spend my time
dressed up like you?

Where can I go? Nowhere!

Okay, yes, you can.
There's always a way out.

I killed people.

When this ride is over,
I'm going to prison.

The worst part,
I never had a choice.

- [distant sirens blaring]
- Okay, okay, listen to me.

Just tell me who
is making you do this.

You do have a choice
right now.

You do have a choice.

[sighs] No, you're right.
I do have a choice.

[sirens continue]

Okay, Grace, listen to me.
Just listen to me.

- No--
- [gun fires]

♪♪♪

[high-pitched ringing]