All language subtitles for NIKITA - S01 E03 - Kill Jill (720p BluRay)

Six years ago, I was
taken from prison...

and forced to become an assassin for
a secret unit of the government:

Black-ops program called Division
that has now gone rogue.

They destroyed my identity and
they destroyed the man I loved.

I escaped and now the
man that trained me...

someone I trusted,
is hunting me.

What Division doesn't know is that
I have a partner on the inside:

Alex, a new recruit
with a dark past...

who I've trained in secret
to resist their control.

Together, we're going to take Division
apart, one mission at a time.

And the last word they'll breathe
before the end will be my name.

We have an ID on the target yet?

Jill Morelli. She's a freelance
reporter, 28 years old.

Also runs a blog that tracks
government conspiracies.

Awkward.

How did she get wind of our op?

- Who talked to her?
- We're not sure.

I hacked into her home PC. There's
no mention of the op in there.

But she knows we were
at the crash site?

Girl's cracked some major scandals.
Attracted just as many libel suits.

- Most major papers won't touch her.
- Yeah, well, it only takes one, right?

Agent Donaghan, use Grab Team B.

I wanna find out exactly
what she knows...

and how she came to know it.

Donaghan, I'll get you the
coordinates for the target.

This is the Operations Room.

The window looks out onto
the training area...

so the almighty parents can
look down on the kids.

Most of their key intel
passes through that hub.

When a new target comes in...

Operations becomes the
most popular club in town.

If we're gonna
sabotage Division...

that's one of the veins I'm
gonna need you to tap.

- Doesn't the window work both ways?
- Gold star.

Glass is tinted, so you're
gonna have to get close.

Problem is you can't
just walk up...

and press your nose against it
like a kid in a candy store.

Jaden.

I'm just looking for
a sparring partner.

Find someone else, newbie.

- You know we're supposed to play nice.
- Oh, I forgot.

We're still on probation because of
the whole you-attacking-me thing.

I got nothing to say about that.

There's something about
me you should know.

Go break it up.

Target name is Jill Morelli.
Check it out.

Yeah, I'm out of the elevator.
Say again?

I don't know, 15, 20 minutes.

Yeah, it'll be fine, honey.
Just reheat it when I get home.

No, no, I'm in the garage now.
Yeah. I'm losing you.

Jeremy!

Damn it! Morelli, you
scared the hell out of me.

Oh, sorry, Jer, but I am sitting
on the story of the year here.

JoAnne won't put my
calls through to you.

- Just need two minutes.
- Got ten seconds until I get to my car.

AirMerica flight crashed in
the Appalachian Mountains.

A hundred and twelve dead, no survivors.
Every paper is covering that.

Yeah? Which one's got the exclusive
on the black helicopters?

"What black helicopters, Jill?"

What black helicopters, Jill?

The ones my source saw
land at the crash site...

before the huge forest fire conveniently
burned up all the evidence.

- Evidence of what?
- Exactly.

When I called AirMerica for
comment, they put me on hold...

and guess who picked up the line.
Henry Samson.

- You spoke to Henry Samson?
- Yeah.

I mean, since when does a
CEO of a major airline...

pick up the phone to talk
to a freelance journo?

When he's scared, Jeremy.
When he's scared.

- What? It's story of the year, Jeremy.
- I've heard that before.

- My source has video of the crash site.
- Yeah?

How much does your
source want this time?

Fifty grand. How can you
put a price on the truth?

We're not TMZ, Jill. We
don't pay for stories.

Even if it is the
story of the year...

You just killed him.

And you're going to prison for the rest
of your life unless we get that video.

Gold star.

I don't know. Set up a
candlelight vigil or something.

Keep them off our back
for five minutes.

Mr. Samson, the gentleman
to see you, sir.

Your baggage claim check, sir.

That's not funny, Percy.

Relax, Henry. You'll survive.

And more importantly,
so will your airline.

Read an interesting article
in the Post this morning.

Apparently their chief editor
was shot dead last night.

I paid you to keep this quiet.

No, you paid me to clean up after your
plane crash and collect the cargo.

- I did that.
- And somebody saw you doing it.

Somebody who had a video camera.
Somebody who called a reporter...

who then called me asking
about black helicopters.

I'll locate and destroy the video.
No extra charge.

And the reporter?

You mean the unhinged, unemployed
maniac who shot her boss?

We'll get her back.

Although, in the future, I would advise
you to keep our dealings private.

Excuse me?

Last night's incident was a result
of a third-party interference.

A third party who more than
likely was informed by a leak...

from within your company.

Percy, if there's a leak,
it's not coming from my shop.

It's coming from yours.

Don't get up too fast.

DMHP takes a while to wear off.
It's the worst.

Got you some java.

Jill, if I were gonna hurt you,
I would have done it already.

You're at my place. They're
not gonna find you here.

They? Who are they? Who are you?

I'm Nikita. I used to be one of them.
I'm not anymore.

I read your blog, by the way.

All that crap in there
about illegal black ops...

assassination programs,
ghost agents.

I mean, you're on
the right track.

In a general sense. Your
specifics are way off.

- What?
- Doesn't matter.

Nothing on your website would
make them wanna kill you.

Were you working on a
story with that editor?

Oh, Jeremy. Oh, God, Jeremy.

- Jill.
- Oh, God.

The plane crash. That's
what we were talking about.

Those hit men wanted me
to give up my source.

Listen, it's gonna be okay. We'll
expose what they're trying to hide.

- But you have to tell me what that is.
- I don't know.

All right, hacked the State Police server
and put out an APB for Jill Morelli.

Got her wanted in
connection with the murder.

Heard from on-site team.
Target apartment secure.

- No sign of Nikita.
- Patch me through.

I listed Morelli as armed and dangerous.
You wanna go federal?

What was the last
confirmed location?

Cell phone pinged off a tower
in Brooklyn at 1:07 a.m.

Nikita must've dumped it right
after your guys botched the job.

They could be a couple hundred
miles in any direction by now.

- Widen the net. Tri-state area.
- On-site team on three.

Any leads?

There's a whole bunch
of material here.

Notepads, bulletin
boards, file cabinets.

Okay, clean it out, bring it here.
All of it, now.

- Yes, sir.
- Tell Percy I need to see him.

A couple of days ago, this guy
contacted me through my site.

Said he had some video
that would blow my mind.

AirMerica crash, two helicopters,
some paramilitary operation.

He wouldn't give me specifics.

He made me drive out to
Virginia just to meet him.

Young guy, scared of what
he saw, not faking it.

Wanted $50,000 just
to show me the video.

So you went to the
Post for the 50,000?

But I was hoping for 5, maybe.

Guy's supposed to call me at 1 p.m.
Tomorrow.

- Wait, what day is this?
- It's tomorrow.

- What's your source's name?
- I don't know.

He wouldn't tell me.

- What's his number?
- He has my number.

What the...? What
happened to my phone?

I took out the battery and SIM card
out so they couldn't trace you.

- You got a boyfriend, roommate?
- No. Why?

Well, because those men are
definitely at your house by now.

- Then let's call the police.
- No, no. They control the police.

Right now they're doing everything
they can to hunt you down.

You said they won't be
able to find me here.

We're not staying here.

You have a very important
phone call in 42 minutes.

Nikita's making
good on her threat.

Third time she's interfered
with our missions.

That we know of.

Well, what we do know is that she's
been ahead of us at each step.

At a certain point, we have to consider the
possibility of a leak from the inside.

A high-level leak.

I'd like to rule out a data breach
before we start a mole hunt.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Data breach? No way. No.

Our network is Fort Knox.

Internal servers are air-gapped and I run
routine pen tests on the outer defenses.

We're talking
five-tier security...

with protocols that rotate
every hour, on the hour.

That's proprietary software.

Only person who could dream of
hacking into Division is me.

What?

Well, you did have a prolonged
interaction with Nikita...

directly following
her reappearance.

If by "interaction" you mean
"kidnap and torture," yeah.

You debriefed me, remember?

A debriefing that Nikita allowed,
by allowing you to return to us.

Dude, she pistol-whipped my face.
What are we even talking about here?

Take him down to see Amanda.
I'll give her instructions.

What is this? I'm not a mole.

Well, then you have
nothing to worry about.

So he calls me and I let it
go to voice-mail, of course.

I can't even check it. His voice reminds
me of his face. It's disgusting.

What part of "I don't like
you" does he not understand?

We have to check out that
new wine bar this weekend.

- Oh, I love wine bars.
- I know you do.

- Whose office is this?
- Don't know. It'll work.

What if they come back
while we're in here?

Nobody's coming back.
It's lunchtime.

Your boy's gonna call in 2 minutes.
We've got 15 before we...

- What are you doing?
- I always eat when I'm nervous.

The second I turn on this phone,
they're gonna know where we are.

I need you to get your source to agree
to a trade for the video, fast.

- What if he asks for the money?
- You have it.

Okay, I've got a hit on the target phone.
Getting its 20 from the GPS.

It's either a trick or she needs to
receive a call. Are we up on the carrier?

Yeah, but it looks like they've
got call forwarding enabled.

She's talking to the source.

- It's 1:05. Where the hell is he?
- I don't know.

- Hello?
- Hey, it's me.

- How'd it go with your editor?
- Um, it was good. I have the money.

Well, what is it?
Is it cash, check?

It's check.

I just need to know who
to write it out to.

I want you to take a picture of the check
and upload it to my Flickr account.

This is Malia Watson, Jill's editor.
What is on this video...

and why would I pay
you $50,000...

for something that's been
mocked up on your desktop?

- You'll have to see it for yourself.
- Honey, I don't have time for games.

- Better luck with The Enquirer. Be well.
- Wait.

You have to understand, I
never meant to see this.

I was hiking off the trail
when I heard the crash.

And I ran over and when I got
there, it was just wreckage.

You know, everywhere.

And I heard these helicopters, so I
thought it was search-and-rescue.

These so-called
black helicopters?

Yeah. The guys rappelled out
of them like commandos.

But instead of looking
for survivors...

they started hauling these
huge bags out of the wreck.

The bags were packed
with cocaine.

Like the whole plane was
packed with coke...

and these guys were
grabbing it up.

How do you know it was cocaine?

It was either that or someone was
about to bake a really big cake.

We have the money, you have the video.
Where do you wanna meet for the trade?

The quad at North Virginia State.
Okay?

Tomorrow, 10 a.m.

Was that really necessary?

Great spot to hide from a trace.

Where do you want us to start?

Percy told me what's going
on and I have to agree.

There's something off
with your story.

I didn't do anything. Why
don't you guys believe me?

I believe that you
believe that, Birkhoff.

Great, psychobabble. How much are
you charging for this session?

I only want you to open up to me.
You can tell me anything.

No, no, no.

You are trying to get me to admit
to something that I didn't do.

What did you and Nikita talk
about when she captured you?

We've been over this
a thousand times.

She told me she wanted
to burn down Division.

I told her she was insane.

And you and Nikita were
comrades when she served here.

Did you ever have
feelings for her?

You know what?

I'm getting a feeling right
now like I was kidnapped...

and now I'm being framed
for giving her intel.

Birkhoff, I'm not
holding it against you.

If you have an emotional connection
to Nikita, it's natural.

Coworkers often develop physical and
emotional attractions for one another.

She was a recruit. A super hot
one, yeah, but I know the rules.

- Look, but don't touch.
- She's not a recruit anymore.

Whose fault is that?

Ever since she held
you hostage...

Nikita has had access to highly
confidential information.

And if you had done your job, Nikita
would still be serving us right now.

You see, you're the one who
screwed the pooch, Amanda.

You were supposed to mold her into
this perfect, obedient agent.

But the second girlfriend got a
chance to split, she took it.

- Where you going?
- Martin.

Oh.

- Take him to Medical.
- Oh, come on.

I want to run an fMRI brain
scan for lie detection.

I'm not lying.

- Okay. All right.
- Full body cavity search as well.

That is overkill, Amanda.
Ow, ow!

Amanda!

Tell me you found the video.

We're still looking
for the source.

I'd like your permission to enlist some
of the recruits to help with the trace.

We've emptied the reporter's
apartment, her public storage locker.

Brought everything here.

I get it. Too much material
to sift through on the clock.

Fine. Do it.

I also would like to give them
the target's full profile.

Absolutely not.

Like you said, we're on the clock.
Redacting intel will only slow us down.

If we give them a full profile,
it will invariably prompt...

the inane moral debate about the
target being a good person.

Last thing we need is another recruit
to discover their inner Nikita.

Tell them it's a
training exercise.

All right, listen up. We're
running a training exercise.

Three-man units. This
will be a competition.

Team leaders, pick your people.

Jaden. Alex.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to save your life.
Both of yours.

You guys were given an ultimatum
that came from Operations.

Show visible improvement within
two weeks or get cancelled.

That was a week ago.

How do you think you're doing?

If anyone else fails this test,
they'll get meal penalty...

or maybe solitary at the worst.

If either of you fail, you
may not be coming back.

Good evening.

This exercise is designed to
test your tracking skills.

You'll examine evidence from
the home of a terrorist...

who was planning to meet
a munitions expert.

Now, their goal was to destroy
a government facility.

Your task is to uncover the
identity of the munitions expert...

and where the meet was
going to take place.

Our agents were able to
do this in 12 hours.

Let's see if you can do better.

Fifteen minutes, okay? Then
we're back in the car.

Got 90 miles to go and we
gotta take back roads.

No more nervous appetite?

I keep seeing Jeremy's face.

He was staring right
at me when...

You didn't kill him, Jill.
They did.

And why? For what? For money?

Yeah. For a lot of money.
Think about it, okay?

Henry Samson is using passenger
planes to smuggle drugs.

Probably to keep from going under
like all the other airline companies.

A real-life story of the year.

Jeremy would have loved this.

When we get this video, you're gonna
make sure your article gets published.

Yeah, if we get the video.

Those guys coming after us
aren't airline security.

They're the commando guys
from the crash site.

Who are they?

Oh, come on. You said before
I was on the right track.

Some kind of government black-ops unit?
Maybe even mercenaries?

You need to stick with
what you can prove.

If this video is all
it's cracked up to be...

you get to prove that a Fortune
500 CEO is smuggling drugs.

You will never be able to prove who
the guys were in the helicopters.

- Why?
- They don't have decals...

on their vehicles
or their clothing.

There's no record that they exist.
No documentation, no evidence.

What about you? You were part of them.
You're evidence.

I don't exist either.

Why won't you tell me what you know?
Why are you protecting them?

I'm protecting you, Jill.

Think if I could go to the press to take
them down, I wouldn't have done it?

You won't be the first
reporter I've seen them kill.

Yeah, well, I won't let
Jeremy die for nothing.

I have to tell the whole story, Nikita.
I owe him at least that much.

We gotta go. Now.

Get up, put your head
down, follow me.

Excuse me, miss.

Come on.

Go. We gotta lose the car.
They're gonna know where we are.

- But you just knocked them out.
- I'm not talking about the cops.

We got a hit on Nikita, 90 miles
outside of Blacksburg, off Highway 81.

- Does she have the reporter?
- Two highway patrol officers...

recognized Morelli from the BOLO.
Nikita slipped the net.

- Amateurs.
- Alpha Team's en route to Virginia.

- I'm gonna chopper there.
- You'll wanna see this first.

We found how she breached us.

It's you?

I'm not the mole, genius.
It's my molar.

Second bicuspid, actually.
Lower left.

I had Medical run an
fMRI on Birkhoff.

Imagine my surprise when it
showed a wireless transmitter...

embedded in his tooth.

Nikita must have planted
it when he was passed out.

- Possibly.
- Possibly? I think I'd remember that.

He passed the lie detection.

She had to remove the cap
in order to insert the bug.

- You must've felt that afterwards.
- Oh, I felt it.

My whole face was sore for a
week after she got done with me.

Why are you smiling?

Look, just get it out of there.

Get what out of where?

I am totally sorry about that whole
"you're bad at your job" thing.

And I completely take it back.
It was...

Please.

Drugs, please.

Describe him again.

Um... Early 20s, African
American, kind of hipster-cute.

Hipster-cute?

Yeah, you know, an ironic t-shirt
kind of guy with the big jeans...

that hangs out in the coffee shops...
- Yeah, I get it.

Maybe we got the location wrong.

Maybe he's waiting for
us somewhere else...

and can't call us because
you stomped on my phone.

We're at the right place.
He's not gonna show up.

- Probably saw the news.
- What news?

That you're wanted for murder.
He's paranoid.

Okay, what do we do now?
I mean, we're screwed.

We're gonna track him down ourselves.
Come on.

These notebooks are just
conspiracy theory crap.

What are we supposed to
be looking for anyway?

Behavioral patterns,
motives, potential targets.

There's a bunch of stuff on a plane crash.
Maybe she caused it.

They said the terrorist was targeting
a government facility, not a plane.

Like the Pentagon? A
plane crashed into that.

Yeah, there's a conspiracy
theory on that in here too.

- Why are the names blacked out?
- They don't wanna make it easy on us.

How do you know it's a she?

- What?
- The terrorist.

What makes you think
it's a woman?

Smell. Grapefruit-and-vanilla-scented
candles.

All right, show-off. I'll see your
scented candles and I'll raise you this.

Handwritten note.

"Video on A.T., Stony Creek."

Maybe A.T. Is the initials
of the munitions expert.

Stony Creek's in Virginia.

The plane crash was in Virginia.

A.T. Could be Appalachian Trail.

Not bad.

Anything not tied to Virginia
moves off the table.

Let's get a map.

Where's the movie theater
you first met him at?

Right here.

He asked you to meet at two different
locations near the university.

He was hiking the day of the
crash, which was a Wednesday.

He's not a nine-to-fiver,
he's a college student.

One without a set of wheels.

Both locations are
on this bus route.

I found three sporting goods
stores along that line.

Right.

Wait, why do we care about
sporting goods all of a sudden?

Our student's a hiker.

An ambitious one, if he got up
to where the crash happened.

That's way off trail.

He'd need some serious
gear to get up there.

Come on, let's go shopping.

Blacksburg is in Virginia.

But the date on that ticket
stub is after the plane crash.

You said the plane crash didn't matter.
We're done.

- Finish this profile before we call...
- Michael.

What are you doing?

Alex here seems to have
it all figured out.

Well, there's a lot of evidence
that points to Virginia...

as either the target
location or meeting place...

between our terrorist and
the munitions expert.

Continue.

This is a ticket stub to
a theater in Blacksburg.

3:15 matinee of Elmo: The Movie.

So far, our terrorist is
female, college-educated...

no kids, based in Brooklyn.

Driving all the way to Virginia
to see an Elmo movie is weird.

- So that's where they met.
- Maybe.

Definitely. This is one of those
theaters with assigned seats.

Row G, seat 12. And this is a stub for
G-11, the person sitting next to her.

We know exactly where they were
sitting on Sunday the 10th...

between 3:15 and 5 p.m.

Well, it's not bad.

But we're after 100
percent confirmation.

- If there are cameras, you can get it.
- What do you mean?

Tell him what you told me.

Hey, what's she doing in here?
Operations is off-limits to recruits.

- Go on.
- Okay.

I used to have this friend, Zeke,
and he used to bootleg DVDs...

until they started putting night-vision
cameras inside the movie theaters.

Lyric Theatre in
Blacksburg, Virginia.

Think we can we access
their security footage?

Who do you think
you're talking to?

Okay, the 10th, 3:15
showing, Auditorium 4.

Elmo: The Movie? This is creepy.

G-11, G-12. A, B, C.

Get closer in on that couple.

Hey. There's our reporter.

Reporter? I thought you said
this was an inactive mission.

- That must be her source.
- Just for training.

Facial recognition can pinpoint
the name on the new guy?

Don't need it.

Dude used his credit card
to buy that tub of popcorn.

Benjamin Prentice,
North Virginia State.

- Member of the Outdoors Club.
- Great. Get me his home address.

Gold star.

Wait. I wanna go on the mission.

Maybe next time.

Why don't you stay here with Birkhoff
and observe from Operations?

You've earned it.

Okay, Michael, you are 5
miles from destination.

Head east in 400 feet.

- Or don't. Whatever.
- Copy that.

Pretty cool you can hack into all these
servers. Local theaters, local police, FBI.

It's called ownage, girl.

I don't have to hack jack.

All these systems are already hacked.
I own them.

One button, boom. Sneakers,
River Phoenix, rent it.

What's up?

- Division's lucky to have you.
- Ha!

Tell that to Percy and
the Dragon Queen.

They thought I was a mole.
The fascists.

Ben!

- Prentice!
- Okay, please, please, don't hurt me.

- Ben Prentice, don't be a wuss.
- Nobody gets hurt.

- We just wanna see the video.
- It's gone.

I trashed it right after I
saw you killed that guy.

- I didn't kill anybody.
- Ben, we know you have it.

If we have to waste time looking for it,
the real killers, the ones on the video...

they'll show up.
- How will they find me?

Manager at Ace Sporting Goods,
your buddy, he was really helpful.

He thought that you'd enjoy
a visit from two hot babes.

Gonna be a lot easier for the
black-helicopter guys...

unless we get that
video out in the open.

What's it gonna be?

The plane cra...
The plane crashed.

There's so much fire. God.

Oh, my... They're all dead.

What...?

It's gotta be 4 metric
tons of product there.

They must have
over-weighted the plane.

Oh, sh...!

Let's get this uploaded.

- What's the paper's address?
- Guardianpost. Com.

Wi-Fi's jammed.

- What's going on?
- I'm calling the cops.

- Bring the cops here?
- I need your cell.

- You told me they control the police.
- Information flow, not trigger fingers.

Locals will come, arrest you. You'll
be safe for a couple of hours.

- A couple of hours?
- Just trust me, okay?

Hey, there's no bars.

They're jamming everything.

Phone lines are down. All other
communication is jammed.

All right, listen up.
ROE level is four.

Silencers on. No need
to wake the neighbors.

- Are those the feds?
- Get away from there.

Don't go out there!

They're in there!

Get down!

Copy the video onto
your flash drive now.

- Where'd they come from?
- Don't know.

Red Bull.

Birkhoff, I thought you said the
satellites were down. Birkhoff?

Michael, SATs are down. Chill.

- Then how did the cops get here?
- I don't know. It...

Uh, the cops got a dispatch.
I don't know where from.

White female, yadda yadda yadda.

It's a local PD looking
for the reporter.

If Nikita's in the house,
they have no idea.

Tell the cops you're coming out.
Arms and hands in the air.

Well, what about you?

Commandos will be forced to split their
team, send a unit to follow the cops.

They'll have less guys to attack me with.
Don't worry.

- Oh, God. Oh, God.
- Jill.

Tell them your story.
I'm counting on you.

Walk slowly towards us, Miss Morelli.
Keep your hands up.

Hands behind your back.
Turn around.

All right, clear the house.

Mobile one, follow the reporter.
Mobile two will stay with me.

It's clear. We're good to go.

Locals have cleared the house. You
think Nikita's still in there?

Yeah.

Nikita, we found
your wireless bug.

It's pretty clever.

Old Birkhoff had no idea.

Not such a smart guy after all.

Does Birkhoff have a toothache
or did Percy just cancel him?

No, he's alive, but it could
have gone either way.

You put him in danger, Nikita.
That's not like you.

You don't know me
anymore, Michael.

- Drop it. Drop it. Drop it.
- Don't. Nikita.

Tell your man to drop
it or I drop him.

- She won't hurt me.
- Shut up!

Get down!

This isn't gonna work.

Look, the more you try to do this,
the more you hurt yourself.

Michael...

you have no idea how
much pain I can take.

What's this?

CD player. They used to have them.
You know, before MP3s.

- Shut up.
- Division won't let us...

have anything with a hard drive.

- So this is...?
- You succeed, you get rewarded.

Jaden took the TV, but I figure she's
been here longer, so whatever.

Here.

I can't remember the
last time I heard music.

You deserve it, Alex.

She got away.

The, um, terrorist.

It was an active mission.
She got away.

Yeah, I heard. But
that's not our fault.

We did our jobs.

With Henry Samson's arrest...

AirMerica stock has
continued to plummet...

losing nearly 70 percent of
its market value overnight.

Samson was allegedly in cahoots
with the Vargas cartel...

coordinating over a dozen
cocaine shipments...

between Colombia and
the United States.

The suspected cartel members
in the notorious video...

released by the Post
remain at large.

Oh, God. Heh. Pepper spray.

Hey, can never be too careful.

- How's the new gig?
- Pretty great, actually.

Breaking national story of a drug-running
airline made me kind of popular.

Jill, you have to stop
digging into this.

- Digging into what?
- You know what.

No, you know, and you won't
even give me their name.

You're breathing because
you don't know their name.

And killing the journalist
who took down AirMerica...

would make people look further
into Jeremy Holt's murder.

What gets me is Jeremy's family
will never know the truth.

And that these people, whoever
they are, they get away with it...

and no one can stop them.

I'm going to stop them.

Well, see, you don't have to do it alone.
I can help.

I'm not alone, Jill.

But if I need your
help, I'll ask.

I promise.

Can I quote you on that?

Not really.

But if I need your
help, I'll ask.

Oh, wait...