All language subtitles for The Blacklist - 03x05 - Arioch Cain.BDRip.Demand.English.orig.Addic7ed.com

- How long do I have?
- You have 30 minutes.

That's not enough time.

That's all you've got
to document it and clean it.

Dad.

They got her.

And we are just now getting reports
that former FBI agent Elizabeth Keen...

...has been shot and killed.
No comment yet from the FBI.

But moments ago, this photo appeared
on the Washington Chronicle website.

The paper,
quoting anonymous sources...

...is saying Keen I
as one of several victims“...

...shot at an undisclosed location
outside of New York City.

Keen stands accused of committing
the worst acts of terrorism...

L..on American so“ in over a decade!.

She's been a fugitive
for the past five weeks...

...the subject of one
of the largest manhunts in FBI history.

The details are still coming in, and
we are working to confirm them for you.

[But It appears on day 37...]...

Are you sure this is a good idea?

Yes. Get the photos to Sandquist
at the Chronicle.

I want everyone to know
what happened here today.

So, hi.

My name's Asher Sutton. What's yours?
And please don't tell me it's Wainright.

Because that is about as phony
as that watch you're wearing.

Your job was to get into his world.

And within two minutes, he clocks
you're not who you say you are?

- I wanted him to catch me.
- Why bother with him at all?

- You wanna help Liz, find Karakurt.
- Can't do that...

...until I access the Russians
that Karakurt is hiding out with.

Asher Sutton is gonna give me that.

- Why would he do that?
- Everybody needs a rush.

For some,
it's drugs or sex or whatever.

But a guy like Asher Sutton, he just wants
to know how the other half lives.

- No, seriously, who are you?
- Raised by a single mom.

Used to clean dorms at Bronx College.

I got a brother in prison.

I'm nobody. I'm a townie.

My great-grandfather.
He was a hustler, con man, a townie.

The only person in my family
worth a lick was, like, exactly like you.

So that's why you didn't bust me, huh?

I tapped into his accounts.
Sutton owes a lot of money.

He withdraws $20,000 in cash
once a month.

Who he's paying or why, I don't know.

Take a wild guess.

That sounds nice.
I appreciate the offer.

- But listen, I don't wanna impose.
- For saving your ass...

...I think I deserve one person
at my engagement party...

...who I actually wanna talk to.

All right.

My name is Matt Buckley.

Pleasure to meet you, Matt Buckley.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

You know a presidential commission
was looking into the attacks?

- It's time for us to move.
- If they look for the truth, this could end.

Lizzy, we have to move now.

- The Cabal. They found us.
- Worse.

- What could be worse than that?
- Not what, who.

- Wendigo.
- Wendigo? Who's that?

The myth of a nameless assassin.

And he's coming for you.

This Wendigo, if he doesn't work
for the Cabal, who does he work for?

No one!.

He's not for hire!.

Wendigo is the embodiment
of vigilante justice.

E identifies, hunts and kills targets'
he deems unfit for society.

Some believe he's ex-special ops
because his presence is felt...

...but never seen.

Whatever his history,
apparently, you've caught his attention.

This vigilante believes
I deserve to die?

Our transport team is en route.
I'll call you when they arrive.

- Call me? Where are you going?
- To get help.

The courage to change the things I can
and the wisdom to know the difference.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Fold your hands in front of you.

Walk.

An assassin has targeted Agent Keen.

- If we haven't found her, he won't.
- He's better than you.

He's better than me.

That's why I need your help
to protect her.

- I thought that's what your job was.
- Well, I failed at that.

Turn around.

I'm a little rusty in the 12 steps.

But if I'm not mistaken,
step nine is making amends.

I can't do that without you.

I suggest you start with step four...

...and make a searching
and fearless moral inventory of yourself.

I admire the way you're dealing
with your addiction, Donald.

I tried NA once after an opium den
in Kuala Lumpur got the best of me.

Didn't stick. I couldn't get past
the requirement to believe in a power...

...greater than myself.

Officer down. I repeat, officer down.
546 Hawthorne Place. Send all units.

- Got four minutes.
- What I know about this assassin...

...will take less than two.

Several of Wendigo's killings
are cold cases on the bureau's radar.

El Malo Grande headed
the Mejia Cartel out of Guatemala.

He was killed
while living under an alias in Madrid.

Jose Perez, an exiled Angolan dictator,
was murdered while hiding out in Brasilia.

Maybe they're cold
because no one mourns them.

- They're despicable thugs.
- Any known aliases?

No. The only hit
on our forensic database is this.

Both kills were made
using a homemade projectile...

...fired from some kind of
improvised firearm.

Handcrafted weapons,
homemade bullets used in homicides.

The list can't be that long.

Have it compiled by the time I get back
from my ass-kicking at the commission.

Thank you for letting us
protect Agent Keen.

We're not going after Wendigo
to protect Keen.

We're going after him to find her.

Those despicable thugs,
they were wanted fugitives.

Everyone was looking for them.
Wendigo found them.

If he can do that, he can find Keen.

When he does,
I'm gonna be there to arrest her.

Lizzy, my transport team is on-site.
You need to leave with them now.

- Did Ressler agree to help?
- My people will take you to the jet.

From there, you'll fly to Quito.

Oh, gun.

(I-Get into the car'
Um)?

- Where is he?
- We go on my ready.

- One, two...
- No, get down!

Talk to me. Lizzy?

- Aram, what happened?
- Mr. Reddington?

The shooting. What do you know?

Agent Navabi is en route.
N.Y.P.D. is confirming two fatalities.

- Agent Keen?
- No. Oh, God, no.

Agent Keen stole a car,
abandoned it 10 blocks from the scene.

Where are you on Wendigo?

That, you know,
I'm not really supposed to talk about.

You have five seconds. Four, three...

The gun he used in one of the cold cases
was made by a master gunsmith...

...named Zachary O'Toole, a.k.a. Zed.

We haven't been able to locate him.

Please tell me you didn't get to zero.

Hello'?

The president doesn't need
a commission to find...

...where the failure
of intelligence happened.

I agree,
but the commission has a job to do.

So this is all just "cover your ass"?

I doubt Hitchin agrees with you.

Answer her questions directly
and keep your opinions to yourself.

Hey.
Eleven.

Hand to God,
how amazing was Saturday?

I know I'm his mom,
but Philip's bar mitzvah...

- ...cutest thing ever.
- It was incredible.

Although my idiot husband
did order 500 extra swag bags.

So one for you, one for you.

Donald Ressler,
the president's national security advisor.

- Laurel Hitchin.
- Reven speaks very highly of you.

- I look forward to your testimony.
- That makes one of us.

- Truth be told, I'm a little nervous.
- Don't be.

We're not looking for a scapegoat,
just the truth.

- Can I give you a bit of advice?
- Please.

The mint chocolate candies are stale.

But the red velvet cake pops,
to die for.

Agent Ressler.

Are you withholding evidence that
could lead to the capture of Keen?

Absolutely not, no.

Then you are sharing information
with the CIA?

- Not at this time.
- Are you aware that after 9/11

...the U.S. intelligence system
was overhauled...

- ...to make sure that info was shared.
- I'm not sharing with the CIA...

...because Mr. Kotsiopulos has been
accused of heading the organization...

...that may be responsible for the attacks.
Accusations not yet substantiated.

Until then, he deserves
the benefit of the doubt.

- As does Elizabeth Keen.
- Do you have evidence the Cabal exists?

- Names of Cabal members...
- I know about the Fulcrum.

I've seen the list. It's 25 years old.

Names on that list are in positions
of power. Susan Hanover from Verdiant...

The Hanover arrest came out
of your pursuit of Elizabeth Keen.

- Doesn't that suggest the link is to her?
- No.

No, I believe that Ms. Keen was there
in an effort to clear her name.

- She was your partner?
-Correct, yes.

- You believe she's innocent?
- My job isn't to determine her guilt...

- You didn't answer my question.
- My job is to apprehend Ms. Keen.

- I have no problem doing that.
- Not asking about your job.

I'm asking what you believe.

- Elizabeth Keen is not a terrorist.
- So you believe she's innocent?

Yes, I do.

I believe that if she is given
a fair trial by a jury of her peers...

...there aren't 12 people in America
who wouldn't agree with me.

Thank you.

- Navabi.
- I've been thinking about the shooter.

- Where are you?
- He had a clear line of sight...

...and a secure location.

On the other side of Macdougal,
there is a hotel.

The Palace or Park something.
It had to be from there.

Contact hotel security.
They'll have footage.

You might get an image.

If you're lucky, a print.

Over here.

- Samar?
- This guy's good, Liz.

- Nice catch.
- What did you find?

He found you once.

He'll find you again.

- And this time, he may not miss.
- Samar, what did you find?

Liz, you know I'm here,
so you must be close.

Turn yourself in.
Take responsibility for what you've done.

I would. I do.

But not for the things I haven't.

Psalm 1:1. What's that'?

Blessed is he who walks not
in the council of the wicked.

The bullet was so close,
I could hear it. I thought...

I have good news.

Dembe made contact.

- You spoke to him?
- No. We have a protocol.

He initiated it.

I'll meet him later today.

In the meantime,
Aram gave me a name.

A gunsmith
who makes Wendigo's weapons.

Feds don't know how to find him.

But I do.

- What the-What is this?
- Hands.

Sit.

Wendigo, the assassin.

Who the hell are you?

Tell me how to find him.

- How do I find Wendigo?
- I don't...

I have no idea.

Would you look at that?

[MB Ruby Mauser].

And fully loaded, no less.

An African bull elephant
weighs 14,000 pounds.

And this can bring one down.

I happened upon
one of those magnificent creatures...

...in the Zambezi Valley.

And one of these came in quite handy.

- You shot an elephant?
- Lord, no.

I shot the poacher
that was about to kill the elephant.

I know a place that he stayed at before.
I'm not sure if that's where he is now.

- But I can give you an address.
- Of course you can.

Take the stairs!

Grab my arm.

I'm not the only one.

There are more.

And they're coming.

Who's coming?

You can't stop them.

Who?

N.Y.P.D. is still trying to confirm
the victim was Wendigo.

But traffic cameras in the area confirm
that Red and Keen were in the vicinity.

Also, agents on scene
forwarded a hard drive...

...they found in the unsub's apartment.

Check this out.

- What am I looking at?
- An advertisement for a hit man.

Someone was going to pay Wendigo
$700,000 to kill Liz. Who?

Not just Wendigo. There'll be others.

That's the scary part.
This isn't a contract.

It's a bounty on the dark net.

"Wanted. Dead not alive."

Deadnotalive.org?
That's what it's actually called?

Someone with the screen name
"Arioch Cain" put a price on her head.

Now any nut job who kills Agent Keen
will collect the money...

- ...if he can prove he did it.
- How does he?

By submitting the date, location
and method of execution.

Plus a unique identifier.

- Wendigo's was Psalm 1:1.
- Can you take down the site?

It is decentralized,
cached on servers all over the world.

I take one down, two pop up.
It is completely anonymous.

So there's no way to tell
who this Arioch Cain really is.

When N.Y.P.D. forwarded me the drive,
they told me there's a laptop missing.

Reddington.

If he took it,
could he trace who put up the money?

No. The person who put her
on the site didn't put up the money.

- Who did?
- People who believe what they read.

They make Bitcoin donations.

The miracle of crowd-sourcing
turned on its head to crowd-fund murder.

More notorious the target,
bigger the fund...

...and the more people who will try.
We thought Wendigo was bad.

This is way worse!.

Here's no limit to how many assassins'
could be coming after her.

Dembe's here.

Where's Dembe?

What happened?

You must be Asher's newest BFF.

- I'm Gwen, his other significant other.
- Oh, yeah? Does he have a lot?

Oh, yes. Asher's quite the collector.
He's the chocolate inside the M&M.

You're the hard shell.

- Melts in your mouth, does he?
- Or my hand.

- I'm good either way.
- Lucky man.

Tell me, Mr...

Buckley. Matt Buckley.

Tell me, Mr. Buckley.
Do you believe in love at first sight?

I don't know.

- I think love is more of an acquired taste.
- Have you ever acquired it?

- Love.
- Yeah.

Once.

You say that like it's a bad thing.

Love isn't like an orgasm, Mr. Buckley.
Once is quite enough.

Yeah, it should have been.

Maybe it will be. Who knows, right?

I've loved Asher Sutton
since the moment I laid eyes on him.

I love everything about him...

...including his peculiar affinity
for collectibles.

Even at my engagement party.

On one condition.

That they look me in the eye...

...and promise me that they will never
do anything to harm the man that I love.

I promise.

Well, then.

Well, what are you waiting for?
I need a refill.

You got it.

- Maybe I wasn't clear how this works.
- I'll have it by Friday.

And I told you I'm not here to negotiate.
It's due today.

Excuse me.

- Is there a problem?
- No, no. It's okay. It's fine.

- You sure?
- Yeah, it's okay.

He said it's okay, huh?

I heard him.

Maybe you should go.

We're not through here, huh?

Looks like I made a new friend.

I really wish you hadn't done that.

I stayed with him until he was gone.

I didn't want to leave him behind.

But they were coming.

And if I had tried
to bring him back with me...

...we would have both been killed.

We will avenge this good man's death.

I promise you.

- We can't stay here.
- Oh, my God.

This emblem, I've seen it before.

- You were on the website.
- No, that was just...

We know what it is and why you have it.
You want the bounty.

That's why you gave us Wendigo,
to knock out the competition.

- Who put her on the site?
- I don't know.

Oh, my God!

Who put her on the site?

L... I only know the screen name
of the site creator.

G... Gavrilo Princip.

Thank you for your time.

You can't just bust into my place,
bring me here...

- You saw the warrant.
- This is the site creator?

- You're Gavrilo Princip?
- Real name Gavin Delgado.

You can't take my... Those computers
are intellectual property.

Elizabeth isn't safe here. Better call
Edward, tell him to get the jet ready.

Edward, Mr. Vargas.

I'm with Reddington and Keen.

Edward?
I always liked the name Edward.

I've been instructed to inform you
to meet us at the Garden Avenue Airfield.

Right away.

Get the car.

Has the CIA shared intel
regarding the acts of terror with the FBI?

- Yes.
- In your opinion...

...why hasn't the bureau reciprocated?

Because the person responsible
is FBI special agent Elizabeth Keen.

So you don't share Agent Ressler's
opinion that she's innocent?

Elizabeth Keen
is a Russian sleeper agent.

She said as much to Agent Ressler...

...when she scaled the wall of the Russian
embassy, admitted her real name...

...is Masha Rostova
and asked for asylum.

And the Fulcrum?

The Fulcrum is an irrelevant relic...

...which, in case you haven't read
the piece in the Post...

...is being systematically debunked
as we speak.

Re “kens 'Mo The Protocols'
of the Elders of Zion...

...which has taken
a few anomalous grains of truth...

...and spun a mountain of lies,
concocted by conspiracy theorists.

Forgive me, but I don't draw
my evidence from the popular press.

Facts, then. The Fulcrum was
released by Raymond Reddington...

...a man without morals,
without conscience...

...and certainly without any credibility.

- And the existence of a Cabal?
- State-sanctioned acts of terror by Russia.

Threat level, red.

- Where's Edward?
- Specter of another Cold War.

In times of chaos, I can understand
the public's need for a simple solution.

- Ergo a Cabal.
- What have you done?

So you deny running
any such organization?

A shadow government
that controls world events?

I'm flattered, but yes,
I deny running any such organizations.

I can assure you there is no Cabal.

Mr. Reddington.

I think you know the outcome of this.

Even if you shoot me
and one of my associates...

...even if your girlfriend
gets off a shot or two...

...you're both gonna die.

Put down your gun, Elizabeth.

Put down the gun.

You created the site.
You can take Agent Keen off the site.

No, I can't.

- I don't believe you.
- You don't believe me?

Go try a layer four UDP/TCP
in the OSI stacks.

Agent Navabi?

I don't understand what he's saying,
or even what questions to ask.

I thought you were great.

Maybe I can talk to him.

Look, Gavin...

Mr. Delgado, we both know
you can take that site down.

I don't choose who deserves to die.

“He masses do!.

No Capitol Hill, no committees,
no debates.

I've created the purest form
of democracy.

By dispersing power directly
into the hands of the people...

...no single person possesses
the ability to tip the scales.

And I don't choose targets,
the people do.

- If you don't take Keen off your site...
- You'll what?

Hit me with a denial-of-service attack?

Actually, I was thinking more like
millions of repetitive requests.

My mitigation capacity will frag
any traffic you throw at it.

I know your dark web P2P
is cached on multiple servers...

...but I've got a virus concealed
via rootkit.

Look, I'm way ahead of you.

There's a reason people trust me
enough to put millions in my site.

Because they know you can't
take the money and run.

Which means ifs a two-key system.

You can't
take Agent Keen's name down.

Only the person who nominated her
to be assassinated can do that.

Good talk.

What is the deal with you two anyways?

It's what everybody wants to know.

Some say it's a daddy-daughter thing.

Others swear it's May-September.

I prefer to believe...

...it's a little of both.

The fact that we're still alive
means you need something from me.

Whatever it is, let her go.
My resources are at your disposal.

It's a limited-time offer, Matias.
You need to act now.

Oh, you'll give me what I need.

I'm certain of that.

Right there. That's good.

- Come here.
- Let go. Stop.

Get her up there.

- Grab her legs.
- Get your hands off of me.

Pin her down! Stay there!

You need to stay put.

Call the Director.
Tell him I'll give him everything.

All the evidence against him. Call him!

You don't need to concern yourself
with the Director anymore.

You're in my care now, Reddington.

You don't understand.
They're gonna come after me, after us.

- There has to be something you can do.
- Who?

- Please. Listen, you've done enough.
- No. Come on. Why?

You got yourself into something, right?

Tell me what. Let me help you.

What do you know
about underground boxing?

Human dog fighting.
You don't wanna bet on that.

No. I didn't bet on it.

I did it. I mean, I... I fought.

- Let me guess. You lost.
- No. I won.

That's the problem. These guys,
they wanted me to throw a fight, but...

People lost a lot of money.
The wrong kind of people.

He paid them back,
but these people, they...

They found out about his family.

They're extorting him.
Twenty grand a month.

They'll kill him if he doesn't pay.

That guy, the one you scared off,
he's low-level.

But the guys he works for are Russians.
You know, they're organized.

- Russians?
- I hired a private detective...

...to see if I could cut a deal.

They found pieces of him along
the Allegheny. It's never gonna end.

- Yeah, it is...
- No.

...because I'm gonna fix it.

- I can't let you...
- Hey, let him talk.

(Okay.)'-

What would you do, Matt?

To do what I do well,
I need my enemies to fear me.

Every life that I take sends a message.

What happens next...

...will be international news.

I'm gonna execute a terrorist
and a crime lord.

Style points count.

Solomon!

- One...
- Solomon!

...must work slowly...

...with great attention to detail...

...peeling flesh from bone
like a butcher filleting a salmon.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

Lizzy, where'd he go? Solomon?

He got away.

Dembe.

I've secured a safe site less than
a mile away. 5243 North Park.

Call me as soon as you arrive.

Dembe?

Dembe?

We're gonna get you well.

We're going with him.

What are you doing?

- I'm going with Dembe.
- You're not safe here.

Aram, tell me she's off the site.

I thought I could. I thought...

We gave you the name of the man
who created the site two hours ago.

- Have you found him?
- Yes, but it is a two-key system.

He is only one of the keys.

The other key is Arioch Cain,
the person who put her on the site.

I can't find him
unless I follow the money...

...and there's no money to follow
until the bounty's put in escrow.

Mr. Reddington, lam so sorry...

...but the only way they're taking
Agent Keen's name off is if she's dead.

- Well, we're just gonna have to kill her.
- I'm sorry. Bad connection.

- Did you just say we'll have to kill her?
- Aram...

...listen to me very carefully.
This is what I need you to do.

Today is your lucky day.
You're going to cop a plea.

All you have to do
is enter your passkey...

...and confirm that Wendigo
killed Agent Keen.

Date of death, cause of death,
and unique identifier: Psalm 1:1.

When you do, Arioch Cain will enter
his passkey to release the bounty.

No one is releasing anything without
independent verification that she's dead.

We have someone working on that.

Open up a bit.

There. Good.

- Are you sure this is a good idea?
- Yes.

Get the photos to Sandquist
at the Chronicle.

I want everyone to know
what happened here today.

Dad!

They got her.

And we are just now getting reports
that former FBI agent Elizabeth Keen...

...has been shot and killed.

No comment yet from the FBI.

Agent Ressler knows what we're doing?
I mean, he knows about Agent Keen?

I called, but he's still testifying
before the commission.

He is not gonna like this.

The men you work for,
Asher Sutton is done paying them.

From now on, you deal with me.

They will come for you, huh?

I'm counting on it.

Yes, worse than I thought.

I'm gonna need the Shop-Vac
and three tins of Buckner's saddle soap.

Okay, tell me what you see.

- The website says "kill confirmed."
Perfect. Okay.

Delgado's site should automatically
release the funds into escrow.

Wendigo should get an e-mail
with a link to a routing number.

Now, the actual funds
won't be available for 32 hours...

...but the number can be backtraced
to give us an address.

- Hang on. Here we go. I got an e-mail.
- Read me the routing number.

Thank you, Aram. That will be all.

What are you doing?

I'd prefer to know who put you
on that site before the FBI.

I can't get a physical address from
the routing number without Aram's help.

Borakov, wake and bake
and grab a pen.

I have a routing number
I need you to track.

Arioch Cain?

- You?
- You look like you've seen a ghost.

You're supposed to be dead.

- I saw it on the news.
- Take me off the site.

Site? What site?
What are you talking about?

Look at me and listen
to what I'm saying...

...because I'm in no mood
to repeat myself.

We know what you've done.
We know you have the power to stop it.

No, he doesn't.

I'm the one you're looking for.

I'm the one who wants you dead.

On the couch.

You need to take me off that site.

- No.
- What site?

What the hell's going on?
What are you doing here?

- She ruined everything.
- This isn't a game.

People are trying to kill me.

Blair, what are they talking about?

What you wanted.

How many times have you said
you wanted her dead?

That you wanted the person
who killed mom to die?

The OREA bombing.

Your mother died in the OREA bombing.

Look at her.

Her name was Sharon.

Did you know that
before you blew her up'?

Blair, honey...

- ...whatever they're telling you to do...
- No.

Dad, no.

I am so sorry, but I had nothing to do...

- You killed her.
- No, she didn't.

It's understandable
that you'd think so, but she didn't.

- You're wrong.
- Take it down...

...before more innocent people die.

My mom was innocent.

I lost my mom when I was a little girl.

- I know how you feel.
- You don't.

I still think about her every day.

What we might talk about...

...what her voice might sound like.

I promise you, I had nothing to do
with your mother's death.

I will do whatever it takes
to find the people responsible.

But I can't do anything
until you take me off that site.

Thank you.

Blair...

...I'm gonna get the people
that killed your mother.

You made the right call.

Not only is Keen safe,
but the site's down...

...and we have leads on four assassins
we didn't know existed.

- I thought you'd be furious.
- You know what I am?

I'm scared, because for a minute,
I thought Keen was gone.

I thought that...

Agent Ressler,
when you have a moment...

We gotta do a better job.

We gotta go out there and find her,
and bring her in...

...because every day she's out there
is the day we could lose her.

Don't ever hug me like that again.

Mrs. Hitchin, I assume
you're here to tell me...

...the commission came to a sensible
decision about how to handle the Director.

These red velvet cake pops are delicious.

The commission's work is ongoing...

...but Laurel and I think it's prudent
for us all to be on the same page.

- Yeah, that's not gonna happen.
- Yeah, it is, and here's why.

We're not gonna repeat
the intelligence failures of 9/11.

The FBI and the CIA
must communicate...

...which means you two
must work together.

From now on, you share intel. Anything
relating to Reddington and Keen.

I'm fine with that.

Agency's always been
an open book on this topic.

I think you're making a big mistake here.

The president doesn't agree.

- And if I'm not willing to cooperate?
- You'll be replaced by someone who is.

Agent Ressler...

...in the interests of national security,
this is the best course of action.

Seems you've upgraded this place.
I'd love to have a tour.

Everyone has a way
they want to be perceived.

A cover story. A lie.

They tell you what they
want you to believe.

But I think actions
speak louder than words...

...especially the ones we take
out of loyalty...

nor a sense of duty“!...

L..or love“!...

...or out of hope for a second chance.

That's all I want for you, Liz.

A second chance.

I'll do anything to make sure
that you get it.

I hope you're okay.
If you get this, I'll be here.

- Hey, where have you been?
- Working on my tan.

- How did it go? I tried calling you.
- We had a very productive conversation.

Oh, my God.
Is that...? Is that blood on your collar?

- What have you done'?
- Hey, look...

...I told you I would fix it, So I did.

- Open the trunk.
- No, Gwen.

- Open the trunk.
- You don't want me to.

Do you know who these people are?

If you did something,
they're gonna think it was me.

- They'll come for me.
- No, not without going through me first.

Gw... Gwen.

Oh, my God.

It's fine.

Don't worry about it.

It's done.