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(ominous music)

(distant mystical sword clanking)

(distorted voices scream)

(distorted electrical guitar swells)

(inarticulate voices whisper)

- You shouldn't be here.

- So people keep telling me.

- This is not how the world works, petite champion.

You don't come after me.

We have our own champion for you to play with.

So, go on!

Run and play.

- People say you're a myth.

- (Laughing) What is a man, but his legend?

What are you doing here?

Risking your life to take a stand?

- Plan to make you pay for what you did to Kara.

- Well, that might be interesting to watch.

But, unfortunately, I am not interested.

Au revoir.

- You don't get to decide that.

- Watch your tone.

I assure you, I had nothing to do with Kara Sweet's death.

- And Ridwan?

- I met with him, occasionally, to discuss our truce.

You interrupted one of our meetings.

I am sure you recall how that went for you?

- Why did you end it?

After all this time, why start the war up again?

- I didn't.

When Ridwan and I made our (speaks in foreign language),

we agreed to let you mortals decide your own path.

And you would be amazed

to see how many of you opt for darkness,

without any of our influence.

The dark is growing, detective,

and we haven't had to work for it, at all.

I wouldn't end the war.

I've been winning without working for it.

(intense string music)

- Gonna have to work for it now.

- What do you intend to do?

Arrest me?

Will you try it?

- You have people working for you, that's how I found you.

Dealers, lieutenants, figureheads who get their hands dirty

in No Man's Land so you can stay here.

I take out enough of them,

maybe I can knock down the influence you have

in No Man's Land.

- (speaks in foreign language)

But one thing is certain,

you have been made aware of us

and you have made it clear

you won't be content to sit on the sidelines.

The truce is over!

I will allow you to leave this building

but not without a reminder of what you're up against.

- Is that a threat?

- A considerate reminder.

(Marchosias grunts)

(Riley grunts)

(attendants growling)

- Yah!

(magic impacts)

(Riley groans)

- I didn't have to call them off.

Next time, I won't.

(Riley whimpers)

- I'm gonna take you down.

If not as a cop,

then as a champion!

- (chuckling) It will be interesting.

Good day.

Good day, to you.

(Riley grunts)

(somber music)

(Riley panting)

- Gillian...

I need you, I need you.

I need a ride.

(Riley groans)

(Riley moans)

(Riley grunts)

- I'm sorry about your T-shirt.

- [Gillian] I don't give no shits about the shirt.

- And I'm sorry I bugged you after hours.

- I'm glad you did.

- I'm usually a much better date.

- What, are you kidding me?

This is crazy sexy.

Okay.

I'm gonna have to lift your T-shirt off of the wound.

It's gonna hurt.

- Okay, whatever you gotta do, just

get it over with.

- Jesus Christ.

- What?

- Look at this!

This looked so much worse when I picked you up

and now it doesn't even look like you need stitches.

- (gasps) Maybe I heal fast?

- Nobody heals this fast.

- Maybe there are special rules

for when a demon hurts a champion.

(bandage rustling)

Like what I was telling you in the car,

do you think I'm insane?

- No.

- Are you fucking with me, because--

- No.

Alright, I'm gonna tell you something

that I don't tell anybody, because,

frankly, I'm afraid it'll

get me kicked out of the medical profession, but, uh...

When I was 19, I had a girlfriend.

And she asked me to go mountain climbing.

I was young, I was very stupid, and I fell.

Both for the girl, and

off the damn mountain.

And, as I was falling,

I felt this hand

pull me back up.

And, ever since then, I...

I believe in angels.

And having lived in this city for a little bit,

it's not much of a stretch to believe in demons too.

But,

mostly, I just believe you.

(light piano music)

(lips kissing)

- (heavy breathing) Can I ask you something?

- Sure.

- Am I the first patient you've ever kissed?

- (laughs) Yes.

Wait, you mean like on the mouth, or, um--

- You are so odd!

- (laughs) Word on the street is, you like odd.

- I do.

(lips kissing)

(chuckling)

- You okay?

- Yeah.

(lips kissing)

(bedclothes rustle)

(intense orchestral music with drums)