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Patient "A" is a 10-year-old male,

with Stage-IV leukemia.

On January 31, he was bitten
by a bat during the attacks

in Gotham Square,

and he immediately began
showing signs of sepsis.

Later that night, he received a dose

of the miracle serum BP296,

which relieved the sepsis immediately.

He's here today, however,
because we discovered

72 hours later that it also cured

his Stage-IV leukemia completely.

So today, we've isolated
his white blood cells

in an attempt to siphon and replicate

their curative properties.

We're now mixing them
in our synthetic granulocytes,

and we are now injecting
them into patient B,

an 80-year-old male
with a similar cancer.

Our hypothesis is that the new solution

will attack his cancer in the same way.

We'll check back in 24 hours
and look for progress.

Oh. We need help in here!

Just... just try to sit back.
Just try to relax.

Help! Help!

Oh, oh...

The toxin spread by the bats

was intentionally designed
by Hamilton without a cure.

That serum cured it, and not just that,

it reversed hereditary conditions,

eradicated anemia, malaria,
all types of blood diseases.

We can't replicate it, sir.

Try again.

Sir, with all due respect,

how many people have to
die for me to make my point?

And how many people get to live

if I make mine?

Whatever was in the antidote
for that bat toxin

is gonna change modern medicine forever.

The supply was exhausted
before we knew its potential,

and it can't be synthesized.

It's gone, sir.

Well, it came from somewhere, right?

You really think someone's
just gonna hand over

the secret to a miracle cure?

No. I expect they're gonna cherish it

like it's the most valuable
thing in the world.

Don't let this door close.

What's this one's deal?

- Mr. Helzinger.
- What? What's happening?

Aaron, it's me. It's Dr. Rogers.

Uh, tell me you got a...

tell me you got a fix, doc.

Not at the moment, I'm afraid.

Aah!

I didn't do anything. Help me!

Agh!

Aaron, you're okay.

You just... you just had
an episode, okay?

I can't keep living like this.

Well, that's why I'm here.

There is a cure for you

and for dozens of their patients

that are cooped up in here,

and, Aaron, you're gonna help me get it.

- Synced and corrected by -

The role of Batwoman
will now be played by...

Well, we don't actually know her name,

but 2.0 seems to be
sticking around for a while.

You got some big boots
to fill, new girl.

Hope you like all-nighters.

Hi.

Unh!

Nobody robs banks anymore?

You got to loot mom and pop shops?

- Are you good?
- Little busy.

Your heart rate is
flooring it right now.

- If you need backup...
- I need you to let me

do my job right now!

Agh!

Yo. Believe it or not,

the pacing, it isn't healing me.

What the hell's taking them so long?

Hey! You!

We have been waiting for
a doctor for two hours.

Oh. Actually, I'm not her attending.

Oh. Actually, have you
heard of a little issue

in your medical community
called implicit bias?

I'm sorry. We're coding down the hall.

- Let me educate you on something.
- Ang, please. He's busy.

It is the reason Black
women die of neglect

at a disproportionately
high rate in this country.

We're not having that tonight.

You need to get my girl some actual care

before you need your own.

I'll find your attending.

Okay. Um... that was extra.

Also, thank you for bringing me here.

I don't know who else
you'd call at 2 A.M.,

- and if you did...
- Uh-uh.

I would have been a little jeal.

Only you, babe.

Ms. Wilder, I'm Dr. Rodriguez.

I understand you have an infection.

Yeah. Um, I've had it
a couple of months.

Oh. This is really extensive.

- How'd you get this?
- A spider...

in my work's stockroom.

We'll get you some antibiotics.

Should start to clear
up in about 48 hours.

That's it?

When she showed up at my doorstep,

she could barely stand.

Run some tests or something.

Unfortunately, her insurance
doesn't cover any bloodwork.

I'll cover it, then.

Someone will be by to draw blood.

You're blowing up.

Now you have a shortage of words.

You know what I do, Ryan.

I don't need you judging me for it.

I'm not judging you.

I want you to get out while you can.

- Get out?
- Yeah.

Ryan, I trap for the rich and famous.

The things I know about
them, about my plug,

I can't just "get out".

You can, if you let me help you.

Look. I got to go, okay?

- We'll pick this up later?
- Mm-hmm.

To be clear,

you think I pulled out
a tube of my lipstick,

wrote this note, hunted you down,

and then tossed it at our feet

because I don't have
anything better to do?

Safiyah seems to think so.

I told you, I don't have anything

to do with Kate Kane,

and I didn't send this note,

and I think if you really believed

I tried to blow up
your sister's airplane,

this conversation would look a lot more

like you fumbling to kill me again.

I wasn't fumbling.

I was due-diligencing.

It will be very clear when I
transition to actual murder.

Hmm. I'm sure.

Look. I'm a botanist.

I work alone, I keep to myself.

The idea of picking
a fight with a warlord

sounds like a lot of work.

Trust me. It's a full-time job.

So why does she think
that you tried to frame her

for my sister's death?

Why don't you ask her yourself?

The last thing I need
is to be in the middle

of two crazy bitches trying
to rip each other's hair out.

Have a nice life.

Doesn't it bother you that we both

magically forgot being
on Coryana together,

that there were obviously pieces
of both our memories wiped?

I grow psychedelic
mushrooms for a living.

You think it's the
first memory I've lost.

But did you forget that she has an army?

Those guys she sent are just
the beginning, and you know it.

Even if you run to
the ends of the earth,

she has plenty of assassins
with pointy weapons

and a lot of frequent flyer miles,

so why does she think you framed her?

I trained her army.

I followed her rules,

I was a good little solder,

and then I got bored.

- You tried to leave.
- Uh-uh.

Not just leave.

I tried to leave with one
of her precious flowers.

I thought I could grow
it here, do some good,

make a decent living.

I got busted, and she exiled me.

So you got to leave,

just without your little,
green parting gift.

Woke up in Gotham Harbor

with the worst hangover of life.

Meaning you didn't remember the how,

the where, the with whoms.

Are you ready to hear what I think?

I've had an option this whole time?

I think that you didn't get caught

trying to leave the island
with the Desert Rose.

Based on my little...
tch... hot flashes,

I think we got caught... together,

and I think she let us
keep all our memories

except the ones specifically

with each other.

Can you believe the
audacity of that lawyer?

He knows everything that
you went through with Beth,

and now he's trying to browbeat you

into declaring another daughter dead

so that he can, what, claim his 3%

of Kate's multimillion-dollar estate?

Uhh. It's disgusting. He should
have his license revoked.

You know, if this med school
thing doesn't work out,

there's always litigation.

Heh. Thanks for bringing me.

Moore, what'd you find?

- The Napier's a fake.
- What?

How is that possible?

It's pig's blood. According
to our forensics tech,

the real Jack Napier would have favored

a more... biologically
human pigmentation.

So it's a dead end.

Not exactly. We found a partial print,

I.D.ed the forger to a
30-something male in Gotham.

Well, that means there's a good chance

he knows a hell of a lot
about the original.

- What's his name?
- Ocean,

the guy Alice is looking for,

and now we know why.

I might be able to track him down,

but I need permission
to use the high-frequency

generator receiver.

- Granted. Get it done.
- Copy that, sir.

Okay. I give up.

What's a high-frequency generator rec...

Not open yet.

The door was.

Good to see you staying out of trouble.

Good to have your approval that...

I don't care about.

Still not open.

I've been building a case on
your girl Angelique Martin.

Looks like Snakebite's
her new money maker.

Her name's linked to 5
outstanding possession cases.

Party kids, no loyalty.

What do you want, Crow-phie?

She's the little fish.

I'm looking for her supplier,

a grower linked to the
psychedelic mushrooms

being used in Snakebite. Goes by Ocean.

Never heard of him.

Angelique has.

I saw her at his apartment
before he split.

I just need your help getting
his new location from her.

Sure. I'll just casually
text her and ask.

You don't have to ask her anything.

Once this is within range of her cell,

it'll install an invisible

high-frequency generator receiver app.

Essentially turns her cell into
a digital and audio microphone.

I just need you to get it
close enough to transfer.

You can't be serious right now.

As serious as your girl
doing 8 to 10 at Blackgate.

Okay. First of all, technology like this

should not exist in a free society.

Second, screw you.

I'm not betraying my girlfriend.

This is the same Angelique

who let you take the
fall for her, right,

who continues to sell

even after you served
time for being caught

with her drugs on you?

Do the right thing here, Ryan.

I'll get you the information you want,

and then this file right here,

it disappears.

Is that clear?

I do this, you can't touch her.

You can't protect her forever.

No, but I can protect her from you.

Is that clear?

Crystal.

- Mary?
- I'm fine. I'm fine.

- He didn't hurt me.
- Ugh.

What is this place?

I don't know.

Looks like some sort
of underground clinic...

Not that I've ever seen one.

Finally. Okay.

Hi. First hostage.

Heh. Unfortunately, no.

No. I mean me. I've
never done this before,

but if all goes right...

All goes right...

Now I forgot what I was gonna say!

Sorry. Spontaneous rage issues!

M-My brain's a little wonky.

What do you want?

The antidote.

The antidote Hamilton
used on the bat toxin.

We don't have anything to do

with Hamilton Dynamics anymore.

I don't know anything
about the antidote.

I'm not talking to you.

I'm talking to her.

They said it's somewhere
in this underground lab,

so where is it?

She doesn't know
anything about it either.

Actually, I know literally
everything about it.

There's none left.

- No!
- Aah!

Oh, I can't kill her. I need her.

W-Where did you get it?

Long story short,

on the night a total bitch named Alice

poisoned my mom and me,

she gave me the cure, AKA the serum,

from this fabled island flower.

It's called the Desert Rose, okay,

but a few months later,

I had this blood... well, let's
just call it a transfusion,

and it was no longer
in my system anymore,

but, unbeknownst to me,

Alice stole a pint of
the transfusion blood,

and on the night of the bat attack,
she gave it back to me.

She gave it back to me, and
she said it would save everyone

because it still contained
the Desert Rose.

I gave it to Hamilton, and I
told them to make an antidote.

To my shock, it actually worked.

Why didn't you tell me about this?

Would you have believed me?

I believe you,

and I need you to make more.

Don't you think that I tried?

The solution only retains
stability after one generation.

- Huh?
- Hamilton doctors

could extract it from my blood

to treat patients with it,

but once it's been extracted
from the second bloodstream,

it loses its curative properties.

Trust me. I would love nothing more

than to be the one who finds
the cure for blood disease.

Yagh! Ugh! Ugh!

Argh!

You're learning all this
at Gotham U., are you?

No, Dad. I'm not.

Oh, God.

This isn't the way that
I wanted to tell you,

but I've... been practicing
underground medicine for two years.

What do you mean underground medicine?

I mean, the reason why he's
here looking for the antidote

is because the antidote came from here.

This is my clinic.

Damn it.

Oh, I know your client is a major star

and way too busy to walk to an ATM,

but that still doesn't change the fact

that I don't use cash apps.

This isn't her save the pigs charity.

Bye.

Mm-hmm.

What?

You kept the plant

I gave you, what, like, 5 years ago?

You're soft, babe.

How are you feeling?

Hopeful...

Because...

I don't get it.

It's your uniform for your
new job at the Hold-Up.

It's legit, and I can protect you.

- Oh. You will protect me?
- Yeah.

- Okay.
- Because you said you wanted out.

This is me giving you a way out.

That's very, very sweet, Ry.

Good because you start tomorrow,

and Gays order some weird-ass drinks

- that you have to learn how to...
- I don't want out.

- Wait, but you said that you...
- I lied.

I like my job.

I'm good at it.

People actually respect me.

What people?

You sling to influencers.

Sorry I'm not living up
to your moral standards,

but some of us didn't get
brangelinaed from the group home.

What is that supposed to mean?

Somebody found you, Ry,

and you got a new life.

I didn't.

I didn't know what it felt
like to be found by something.

Now I do.

I went to prison for you.

And I have apologized for that.

It doesn't count if you
don't chan... oh, my God!

- I can't...
- Ry.

The room is spinning. Aah!

What... what can I do?

My medicine's in the bathroom.

What is happening to me?

I think they're underneath the sink.

I don't see them.

Are you sure?

They should be under there.

They were in the medicine cabinet.

- Mmm.
- I need to go check in on some people.

Take these, please,

and I'm not saying that
as some shady dealer.

Consider this misfiled.

I know this was hard for you.

But you don't, though,

because you don't know
what we've been through.

I know you're right back
in the exact same situation

you already served time for,

and you're choosing to stay there.

Why?

You've never been in love, huh?

Of course I've been in love.

And now you're alone.

See, when I care about someone,

I fight for them.

Ryan speaking.

Ms. Wilder, this is Dr. Rodriguez

from Gotham City General.

I'd like you to come in for retesting.

What's wrong with the first test?

Unfortunately, I think
there was a contamination

- with the sample.
- Contamination? What?

Lab contaminants. We're
picking up a presence

of radioactive material,

so unless you were taking
selfies at Chernobyl,

you wouldn't have readouts like these.

The front desk will give you a
call to set up an appointment.

Have a good day.

Okay. You're gonna need to learn
to make more of that serum

right now, or he dies.

I told you there is no antidote.

There is none.

- Unh!
- Aah!

Who are you working for?

No, no, no. No names.

That's the rules. Gah!

Agh!

Pain meds.

Far cab... far cabinet.

Over there. Far cabinet.

Did he hit your celiac artery?

I'm fine. I'm more concerned

with how I could be blind
to yet another daughter's

secret life.

Heh. It's not your fault.

When you met my mom,

all of your energy was
focused on finding Beth,

and then when you couldn't find her,

it was about building the Crows,

and now... it's all about finding Kate.

Truth of the matter is

I've never really been on your radar.

Mary.

It's okay.

I could tell him about Coryana.

No. Absolutely not.

He's gonna kill you.

If he kills me, he's got nothing.

I have had years of resistance training.

I'll be fine.

That craniotomy scar,

is that what you're trying to heal?

Shrinks called me amygdala,

said I had my circuits mixed up,

that I reacted wrong to things.

Saw a puppy, I got pissed off.

Saw a kid crying, it cracked me up.

Then 5 years ago,

the doctors decided
I'd be the perfect lab rat

for this secret experimental treatment,

so they fried the bad parts
of my brain with UV light.

Some two dozen treatments
later, I go to a movie.

I'm sitting there. At one point,

I started laughing,

and then I hear everybody
else around me,

and they were laughing, too.

That had never happened before.

For the first time in my
life, I... I felt normal.

The UV exposure, it worked?

It did... for a week,

and then cancer bloomed in my
brain like a cherry blossom.

Sometimes, the tumor rubs up

against my amygdala, and...

- Agh!
- I have an unfortunate moment!

Please, please, please stop, stop!

You don't want to do this.

You're gonna kill him.

Don't you get it?

My amygdala is infested with cancer.

His pain doesn't compute with me.

I don't feel anything but angry.

Okay. There's more antidote.

- Where?
- Mary, no.

There's an island, and
if you can get there,

you can have all the cure that you want.

Just... just let my dad go.

How do I get there?

She doesn't want anyone knowing

the location of the island,

so she blitzed my memory

- so I can never get back.
- She didn't just erase that day.

She erased our entire
existence from each other.

That's not strange to you?

You're right, Alice.

Maybe you were the one busted

stealing the Desert Rose,

and maybe you framed me

to save your own ass.

I don't think I would have done that.

Why? Too honorable?

You helped me gut 3 men yesterday.

You really don't remember, do you?

Remember what?

You and I had a thing together.

From the looks of it, it should
have been memorable.

Oh, crap.

Yeah. My thoughts exactly.

"Kryptonite is comprised of sodium,

lithium, boron, and elements
not found on earth.

As a result, this makes
it the singular material

that can penetrate the Batsuit

and the only failsafe
that protects the suit

against corruption".

Hey. There you are.

You haven't checked in all day.

Sorry. I was busy
betraying my girlfriend

so your Crow Sophie
can make a drug bust.

- Oh, you mean Ocean.
- How do you know about that?

Sophie told me that he forged
the fake Jack Napier painting

and might know where the real one is.

So her story about having
a case on Angelique

to catch her dealer, it was all B.S.?

No. It was not all B.S.
We need Ocean to find Kate.

What does he have to do with Kate?

According to Alice,
he has ties to Coryana,

so we ran a search, but the
guy's practically a ghost.

I'm gonna need you
to go back to the part

where you said, "According to Alice".

When were you talking to Alice?

Yeah. Right. So at Sophie's
condo the other day,

she was there, and when I showed
up, she pulled a gun on me.

And then you left and
promptly called 911.

And then you left and
promptly called 911

to tell the cops the location

of the bitch whose gang killed my mom.

Right now, Alice is our
only way to Coryana.

It's Mary.

Hey. Uh, not a great time.

Lucas, hey. I'm gonna
need you to bring me

that map to Coryana.

What? What are you talking about?

My dad and I are here at my clinic,

and he asked to see it.

What the hell is your
dad doing at the clinic?

I'll tell you as soon as you
bring me the map, okay?

Fast as you can,

you know, like a bat out of hell.

Mary, everything good?

I'm fine, Lucas. Just bring me the map.

I'm not messing around.

Her dad can't know about the clinic.

She's never called me
Lucas ever, not once.

"A bat out of hell"?

Something's wrong. I need to get to her.

- Ohh!
- Whoa. What's up with you? Hey.

No, no, no. I just...
I just need some space.

- Okay. What... what can I...
- I don't need your... Ohh!

Whoa, Ryan, Ryan, hey.

Ryan, what's going on?

It doesn't make sense.

You're a painter?

Do I have to draw you a... picture?

When people don't hate
each other very much...

I mean, Coryana was remote,

but I was never desperate.

Well... apparently, I was.

Where you going?

To call Safiyah's side-chick.

Can I assume it's done?

I was calling your henchman.

Do you normally answer the
phone for your underlings?

It's normally not you.

How are you, Alice?

I've never asked this to a woman, but...

You didn't happen to roofie me

for 6 months straight, did you,

because I'm hitting a lot of
potholes on memory lane

that need filling.

What did you do to me?

I made you a woman who could put
a knife through a man's heart.

Tell me everything you erased.

Happy to, but first, ask yourself,

"Is that really what I want?"

Wouldn't it be so much easier not
having an emotional attachment

to the man you've been tasked to kill?

Why don't you ask someone
who has emotional attachments?

Says the girl willing to do
anything to get her sister back.

I wondered why you tasked me

with such a specific piece of work,

and... now I know.

So you could sit back and watch me kill

an old flame. Heh.

You're sick.

No, Alice. Sick would be telling you

all the details of your story with Ocean

and then asking you to kill him,

which, again, I am happy
to do if you so desire.

Let me know what you decide.

Did that just pulsate?

This is why no one can help me.

This from the Kryptonite?

You said you were fine.

I thought I was.

I knew it could pierce the Batsuit,

but when you survived
Tommy shooting you,

I assumed it meant it was only fatal

if the shot hit a vital organ.

No. Kryptonite kills,

just hella slow.

Why didn't you say anything?

What I was about to say after
I begged to put on the suit?

"Hey. Got to take a sick day"?

I spend every second in that thing

trying to convince you I'm
at least half as good as Kate.

Wasn't about to give you
one more reason to doubt me.

Um, I'm sorry.

We don't have time for this.

I need to get to Mary.

You can barely walk.

You can keep telling me
everything I can't do,

or you can make yourself useful

and have my back for once.

_

Hyah!

You're an idiot.

Now use my weight against me.

I think Safiyah will like you.

I want to escape,

and I want you to come with me.

- What'd you see?
- What did you see?

That this is, um, getting complicated.

Hands where I can see them.

Oh, we're kind of in
the middle of a thing.

I'm not here for you.

Ocean, I'm Agent Moore with the Crows.

Where's the Napier painting?

What Napier painting?

The one you were looking
at when you forged the fake.

No idea what you're talking about.

It'll take two minutes
to have this place

swarming with a bunch of Crows,
looking to catch the man

responsible for Gotham's
latest drug epidemic.

Give me the map, and I'll let you go.

Map? Oh, now I'm intrigued.

- Hand it over.
- Don't.

The faster she gets to the island,

the faster I'll need you dead.

Not my problem.

Show me the map!

I got the map.

Any chance you know how
to read a nautical chart?

No, but you need to
bring it to the clinic.

I think someone's got Mary.

She said her dad is with her
and that she needs the map.

Oh, my God. Okay. I'm on my way.

She sounded deadly serious,
and this goes without saying,

but you can't actually hand it over.

I won't, but I'm also not
gonna gamble with their lives.

What are you doing?

That island is growing the only thing

on this planet that has
a shot at curing me.

I'm not putting my life in
the hands of some Crow.

Look, Ryan.

The suit can discharge a single dose

of adrenaline.

When you need a boost, say the word.

I got this.

I know.

You're one of them, aren't you?

I'm so stupid. Stupid, stupid!

Ohh. No.

Stop, stop, stop!

Stop, stop! One of who?

Just another lying Hamilton.

What? What are you talking about?

Hamilton doctors did this to you?

It's not possible.

You said this happened 5 years ago.

Yeah. My mom was CEO then.

She would have never signed
off on secret human testing.

Why do you think they
call it secret, genius?

And your doctors, they promised...

They promised, they promised to fix me!

Did you know that this was happening?

Apparently there's a lot
I don't know about.

Unh!

Raah!

Oh, my God!

Drop it, or I shoot!

Stop, stop! She brought the map!

You're not a killer!

Your family did this to me!

Huh! Hyah!

Get her out of here. Go out the back.

I'm not leaving my agent
in a damn hallway.

I'll protect her, I promise you.

Now go!

Luke... now.

Ohh! Huh!

Batwoman to Batcave, I got it.

That's okay. He's...

Sedate him in the car.

We don't need any incidents.

Who are you?

Just a man looking for a map.

Don't give it to him.

I will shoot this Crow in the head.

Her blood will be on
your hands, Batwoman.

Is that really how you
want to start your legacy?

We need that map.

I know....

But I also can't let you die.

What do you mean she's dying?

I looked at the wound.

The meds were working.

Why didn't you tell me?

She asked me not to.

- But we're the Batteam.
- Not to her.

Well, the meds aren't working.

Her prolonged exposure to
the Kryptonite radiation

is lethal.

Ryan's only hope is the Desert Rose,

which is on Coryana with Kate,

who we're never gonna see again.

Since putting on the suit, Ryan's...

Ryan's made the streets safer,

she's inspired the city,

and she helped us find Kate,

and she's done it all

while having a terminal illness.

I mean, if that's not a hero,
what the hell is?

So we're gonna find Coryana,

we're gonna get Kate back,

and we're gonna save Ryan's life.

Except we have no way of
doing any of those things.

That's not true.

We have my dad.

If these people have
anything to do with Hamilton,

I want to be the first to know about it.

I want that map in my hands.

I shouldn't have said
anything about Coryana.

You were acting on instinct.

That man was totally unhinged.

Do you think mom knew what
they were doing to that guy?

I think your mom was a lot like you,

a woman who would do
anything to help people.

I know you're pissed about the clinic.

I'm shutting it down, Mary.

- Why? Why would you do that?
- It's illegal.

Yeah, but a lot of people in Gotham

can't afford health
care in the legal way.

Practicing without a license,
impersonating a doctor,

possession of narcotics, need I go on?

I've saved hundreds,
maybe thousands of lives,

and even more than that,
I make people feel like

they're worthy of being alive!

Gotham City General can't say that.

I'm not questioning your passion
or the good that you've done,

but did you not listen
to what the man said?

This is exactly how your mother
started... with good intentions

and a lot of disappearing
lines in the sand.

Mom knew about the clinic.

She was proud of me.

She was conducting
human experiments, Mary.

Well, I wouldn't do that.

Every sick person who walks
through your front door

is an experiment because
you are not qualified.

So is this what being
a Dad means to you?

You finally pay attention to me,

and then you take away the thing

that means the most to me.

I liked you better when you
acted like I didn't exist.

Hey.

I didn't actually think you would come.

I did.

You don't look so hot.

Yeah. It's kind of what I
wanted to talk to you about.

It's something pretty serious.

Like what? No. Wait. Let me guess.

Cops got you on the hook for something.

Why would you think that?

I don't know, Ryan.

Why would I think that?

I have no idea.

Is it maybe...

Because you slipped some
creepy spy tech onto my phone?

Oh, no.

I heard static, and half
my apps stopped working,

and my tech guy thinks he deleted it,

but who knows?

The feds could be listening
to every word of this.

I... I did not have a choice.

You did, though, and
you chose to snitch.

They had a case on you.

You would be in a
holding cell right now.

That's not how this works, Ryan.

The cops, the Crows,

they're not the ones I'm afraid of.

You know what? My bad, Ang.

I am so sorry that you
can't drug-deal in peace.

I am so sorry I cannot trust you.

Oh, don't you dare
turn this around on me!

How do I know you don't have
this whole place bugged?

How do I know you're
even who you say you are?

Because you know me!

You are the only person that knows me,

and I need you right now,
I really need you.

You should have thought of
that before you ratted me out.

N-N-No.

Hello again.

This is where I say thank you.

- For what?
- Your advice.

The less I knew, the better.

Ocean's dead.

I'll need to see his body.

And I'll bring it, and
you'll give me Kate.

Now send your little
errand girl to come fetch.

I'll be damned.

You're a bigger lunatic than I thought.

Thank you.

Greg, move your head!

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