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HARRY: Some things come a lot
easier to other people

than they do to me.

For example, money;

spending it has never
been a problem,

but figuring out a
way to make it,

well, that's always
been a mystery.

Thirty seconds.

HARRY: Someone at
City Hall decided

to stay on a police consultant
I needed a PI license,

which meant hitting the books.

But at the moment keeping
Ilsa, she wolf of the SS,

and throwing me out
on my ass -

well that was taking up
all my time.

Okay that's it.

Time's up.

Pencils down.

All right, now we've
covered morals and ethics,

your responsibilities
to the law

and your dealing
with clients, etc.

Now before
we break

I've got one final
question to ask

and whoever answers
it passes,

regardless of their score.

You ready?

What is the Sacred Rule?

Come on, anybody.

Harvey?

Harvey.

Yeah, the
Sacred Rule...

Oh, keep your
mouth shut.

Harvey is right!

Harry is right.

Harry, who the
hell is Harry?

Nevermind.
Go on.

Right.

Keep your mouth shut!

After 40 years of meeting
hundreds of skeletons

in hundreds of closets,

I've learned to
place one rule

I hold sacred above all else.

Put it on a pedestal
and worship it.

Confidentiality!

What happens between and your
client is an eternal secret.

You don't blab.

You don't run to the cops.

You don't go and
write a tell-all book.

You keep it to yourself
and you do the job

and try to bring some
peace if you can.

All right, leave your
exams on the desk.

Break time.

Harvey gets an A.

Nice.

Mr. Dresden?

Oh.

It's about your tuition.

Okay, well...

Your last two promises of
payment have come and gone.

You're going to have
to leave the class.

I just got an A.

Not in accounting.

Miss Fontaine,

I can't make money
unless I get the permit

that this class provides.

That's not my problem.

You're kicking me out?

Yeah.

Your most promising student?

Promises don't pay the rent.

Well, it's $500.

That I don't have.

Can't you put in
a requisition?

There's no money here Harry.

The tap's turned off
until you get legit.

Okay, what about a loan?

Like I have $500
just lying around.

Look, $250? I just need to
make a good faith payment.

You know Brennan likes
me, I'm an A student;

it's going really
well Murphy.

Come on, please.

All right, go ask
Brennan if $250

will get you
back in class.

If it does, I'll
see what I can do.

But the rest you're going to
have to come up with yourself.

HARRY: The thing about
Brennan's class

is even though I was being
forced to take it,

I actually liked
the old guy.

Mr. Brennan?

I mean he was
terrible with names.

It's Harry Dresden.

Harvey.

But he was good at being
good, and these days,

that's a rare commodity.

Mr. Brennan...

Mr...

Yeah...Brennan, he
was a dying breed.

Mr. Brennan?

What the hell
did you do?

Don't move!

Oy!

Don't move.

I swear to God,
I will kill you.

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HARRY:
If I had a dollar

for every time I've
tripped over a body,

had a gun pulled on me

and watched Murphy
kick for clues,

I'd have more than
enough money to pay

for Brennan's PI class.

But Brennan's teaching
days were over.

Whatever secrets the private
dick shared with his clients

would, in a few short hours,

be tucked away in
his grave forever.

He was standing right
over the body.

I'm sorry about
Mr. Brennan.

You will be.

She wants you arrested
on suspicion of murder.

Yeah, I deduced that.

You know, almost
being a graduate

of Brennan's
class and all.

Do you think
it's murder?

It's looking like a stroke.

He's been down
at least 6 hours.

She says he had
heart problems,

high blood pressure,
debt, plenty of stress.

So you're ruling out
a disgruntled client

or a vengeful cuckold.

I'm not ruling out anything.

Did you just say cuckold?

So, what's Fontaine's story?

She's got an alibi.

No, I mean what's
her story, story?

Three years ago she hired
Brennan to find her missing kid,

custody thing, then she
started working for him.

Did she find the kid?

Kid liked daddy's
new mommy better.

What's wrong with
the old mommy?

Okay, Fontaine served me
for embezzlement and fraud.

She's been straight for 5
years, clean and sober for 4,

so she says.
Okay, if she pulled
a gun on me,

being a convicted felon,
that'd be problem, right?

Did she pull a gun on you?

No, of course not.

Just want to get my gun
felon rules straight,

that's all.

So, stroke.

We'll see, in
the meantime,

how are your code
breaking skills?

I'm pretty good at Soduko.

Brennan was working on
something the last few weeks.

Yeah?

He kept his notes using
some sort of cipher.

I want to make sure
Brennan's death wasn't more

than a blown gasket.

Have you asked his
assistant about this?

Fontaine didn't know he was
working on anything

and she doesn't
have the key;

she says she's never
seen it before.

Well Brennan was all about
confidentiality, so...

Okay, I'm going to
take a look at this...

for free, no permit.

For free.

Here's a copy.

Now go.

Okay.

Call me if you crack it.

Can I show you something?

Yeah.

HARRY: Maybe I was
a little hasty

about Brennan's secrets
going to the grave,

because there was one
secret I was keeping

to myself for now.

Jim Brennan, Private Eye, was
not killed last night.

Well, it's not a
pher Harry,

it's his only
made up language.

Only he knows what
it means, or knew,

and without some kind of
Rosetta stone I don't think--

Okay, okay, how about
some Rosetta chalk?

Its chalk Brennan used to
write on the blackboard

in class last night.

It's a link that might
turn that into English.

I can try.

Good for you.

Now remind me again
why we are doing this?

What do you mean?

Well, once again -
no client, no money,

just a dead man with possible
signs of other worldly demise.

Bring peace if you can.

That's what he said.

Brennan was a good guy.

Not good with names but
he didn't treat me

like I'd crawled out from
underneath some rock.

There's something blasted
his nervous system to pieces,

something
wanted him dead

and they wanted him
to die screaming.

And the comely assistant
with the rap sheet,

she doesn't factor
into this at all?

Well, yeah, she thinks
I killed the guy;

I'd like to correct
that impression.

Mhm.

And how are her legs?

Dishy.

I rest my case.

That is ready,

so work up a good wizardly
spit and have at it.

Yeah, okay, okay,
here we go.

Bottoms up.

Cheers.

Okay, R. Jones, Hardy Meats,
1421 West ....

Ah!

Write it down, write
it down, write it down.

R. Jones,

1421 Lafayette
West Lafayette.

West Lafayette.

HARRY: R. Jones,

to be exact,
Ronald Jones,

director of human resources
for meat packing company.

Now, was Jones a
client of Brennan's

or the subject of
an investigation?

In other words, was Jones
connected to Brennan's murder?

Seemed I wasn't
the only one

looking to answer
that question.

What are you
doing here?

Me, I was just...

Ronald Jones?

Why are you here?

I'm here because I don't
think your boss died

of all together natural
causes, all right?

I know he didn't.

How do you know that?

Because he quit drinking
13 years ago, okay.

Yeah, and...

And he kept that
bottle of booze around

as a reminder
of the bad times.

So when he left that bottle
on the desk open

with the glass half filled,
it was a signal.

That bottle was his
way of telling me

that something terrible
was going to happen.

Of course the cops
won't listen to that.

No, they won't.

So get out of here.

I'm looking for a killer.

Ms. Fontaine.

What?

Me too, okay?

Now look I liked the
guy, I really did,

and I take it personally
when people I like

turn up dead, okay.

Why don't you
give me a chance?

I'm pretty good
in a pinch.

I'm a good dick.

Bad dick,

whatever you want.

Huh?

Could be a dick.

Okay.

I'm sorry, who's dead?

Who did you say?

Jim Brennan.

He was a private
detective, murdered.

Oh my god, that's terrible,
I mean, that's terrible.

What has this got
to do with me?

Well Mr. Jones we...

[Whispers]
I got this.

Mr. Jones, we have reason
to believe that Mr. Brennan

was either involved in
something concerning you

or someone you know.

And who are you exactly?

Are you with the police?

No, no, no.

We're actually...well,
we're private investigators

and we're just really taking
care of one of our own.

Mr. Jones,
we have...

Mr. Jones,

is that your wife over
there in that photograph?

Yes, that's Felicity.

Okay, well

if you're sure Mr. Brennan
didn't contact you,

then we'll just...

Wait.

I know Mr. Brennan.

Knew.

I hired him.

For what?

To follow my wife.

This is very difficult to say

and I would appreciate

the utmost discretion
on your part.

Absolutely.

My wife was going out a lot,
spending a lot of time

away from the house and I kind
of ... I got suspicious.

You thought your wife
was having an affair.

Yes, I did.

But, not any more.

I mean, I know it
was all in my head.

Did Mr. Brennan tell you
where she was going?

He did, and it
saved my marriage,

but if any of this got out;

if Felicity found
out what I did...

Where was she going?

You know Mr. Jones, I'd like
to thank you for your time

and just rest assured your
secret is safe with us.

I'm tailing the wife,
she's a knock out.

What's she doing with him?

I don't know, he's a people
pusher in a meat factory.

Okay, so you think Felicity
is cheating on him?

Oh, not only do I
think she's cheating,

I think she figured out
Brennan was on to her

and she got her side dish
to whack my boss.

Hell, maybe she even
did it herself

with poison or something.

I see, so why do you think
Brennan gave Jones

the all clear?

I don't believe he did.

I think that Brennan told
Jones everything

and he suspects that his
bombshell bride killed the PI

that he hired to tail her.

He's protecting the
love of his life!

Okay, okay, listen
to me, listen to me.

You are making a
lot of assumptions.

We have just
started the case;

you have to keep
an open mind,

you have to follow the road
and see where it leads.

You know what Harvey, you
can just get out of the car.

Hey, that's my car.

Yeah, well, I'm driving.

What?

Or whatever.
Trust me on this.

It's a woman's intuition.

Okay, I'll make
a deal with you.

If Felicity Jones

isn't throwing her milk
shake in the yard

I'll be happy to
move on to one of

your brilliant ideas.

Fine.
Just one thing.

What?

My name
isn't Harvey.

It isn't?

No.

What is it?

You're the detective.

HARRY:
Felicity Jones,

the bombshell
wife of Ronald Jones.

Mr. Jones had hired Brennan to
see what Mr. Jones was up to,

but halfway through
a cold, miserable day,

I could tell you this.

The bombshell was turning
out to be a bit of a dud.

Okay, another store.

Thank you sir.

Well, two hours
and forty minutes,

11 clothing stores browsed

and 1 purchase
of trashy lingerie.

Bet that made
your day.

Ah, it's not my style.

Probably bought
it for a lover.

There is no lover.

What makes you so sure?

You can see it in her eyes.

She's happy, she's content.

She loves her husband.

And look at the
house, it's a castle.

Do you think she'd
mess that up?

People lie, especially
with their eyes.

Uh huh, well the trick is,
not hating them for it.

What are you, some
kind of Zen crack pot?

Sometimes.

What style do
you call that,

Early American creepy?

That's not a store.

Come on.

Hey, wait, hold on.

What's the matter?

HARRY: A Lay Line;

a geographical conduit
of supernatural energy.

I just tripped over one,

but I wasn't about
to tell her that.

Ah, nothing, I just
got a little heartburn.

HARRY:
Felicity Jones had walked
into a cluster of Lay Lines;

clusters -
those are never good.

You're right, she's
not having an affair.

She's trying
to get pregnant

and that lemon
sucking husband of hers

is not wanting
anyone to know

that he's
shooting blanks.

Yeah, so I guess
it's a dead end then.

Move on?

Where are yoing?

Well, I'll just go
my separate way.

Uh huh, in there, after her?

-What?
-Why?

I just got a feeling okay.

Okay, want to
let me in on it?

-No.
-No.

Maybe you should go.

I'll finish this off.

That's fine.

It's a fertility clinic.

If you go in there alone
you're gonna look even more

freakish than
you do right now.

You gonna tell them you
want to get pregnant.

Come on.

Wait.

What's this?

Brennan's camera, in case
we want to get pictures.

That is good thinking.

How many times a
week, on overage,

have you been engaging
in intercourse?

Dr. Overland,
please.

That's a question.

Well practically every
night; I mean, a lot.

We have sex all the time
and we don't get pregnant.

I know this is a sensitive topic
for some women Mrs. Fairburn,

but have you been
to see a fertility specialist

in the past?

I have.

No results, obviously.

No.

Did this specialist offer
an opinion as to why?

He did actually.

My husband.

What?

His sperm count;
he's running a little low.

Not to worry Mr. Fairburn,

we deal with these
problems all the time.

Yeah, well that's
reassuring sir.

So, how would you
like to proceed?

Well what do you say
honey, all the way?

Okay, all the way hon.

Wonderful.

Mr. Fairburn, we'll get your
prior records sent over,

but in the meantime
let's get a current sample

and see what's what.

Get cracking.

Out the door and to the left.

HARRY: When I cross
a Lay Line

I can feel it
in my bones

and my bones
were telling me

the trouble I was looking
for was dead ahead.

[voice outside] ...we have
to start from the beginning.

Beginning?

How do you know
it's not working?

These treatments aren't an
exact science Felicity.

I understand that, but you
said that everything was fine.

It was fine;
now it's not.

If there's any imbalance
whatsoever to your ...

I'm sorry, are you lost?

Yeah, I guess I am.

I came in here to
make a deposit,

and I must have
taken a wrong turn.

You're a patient
of Dr. Overland's?

Oh god, I hope so.

I'm new.

Hey, what goes on in here?

Treatment.

You want the 4th
door to your right.

Okay.

If you'll excuse me?

Yeah.

Ladies.

Sorry about that.

Our aim at the Overland
Clinic is to help every woman

fulfill her dream of
procreation and I take

a personal interest in
each and every case.

Hello again.

Hi.

Mission accomplished?

You know I wasn't really
feeling that motivated.

Well, we offer lots of
assistance in that regard;

magazines, DVDs.

It's okay, I'm actually
really more of

a sculpture kind
of guy, just...

so maybe
next time.

Shall we?

-After you.
-Bye, bye.

Bye.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Well, he's a
piece of work.

Who, Dr. Overland?

Dr. Overly grabby.

Did you get pictures?

Yeah, yeah, there you go.

Oh good.

Also got this
Tea, I found it in
the treatment room.

Tea!

Good for you.

Look, I also saw Mrs. Jones
with some nurse lady.

She is definitely trying to
get pregnant but I just don't

think it's going too well.

Well, it's like you
said, it's a dead end.

Maybe not.

Okay, I'm gonna get
the tea checked out.

You go get the pictures
developed and I'll see you

back at my place, all right.

Your place?

Yeah, yeah, I'm in the book.

Under Dresden, you'll find me.

All right.

HARRY:
Overland's fertility clinic

was turning out to be a hot bed
of suspicious activity.

If Brennan was killed
for getting too close,

Liz and I needed to be
careful or this whole thing

was going to blow
up in our faces.

Well this isn't your garden
variety ginseng.

It's got wolfbok,

capezzi root and tears
of morphius in it.

Yeah, and combined
they do what?

???ens nd the body,
diminishes inhibition,

diminishes memory.

Like a magical roofie?

Oh it's more than that.

While it's wiping out your
memory it is heightening

your spiritual energies.

So Harry tell me more
about this symbol

you noticed
above the table.

Round, herbaceous
rings around it.

I took a picture.

That'll help.

[clears throat]
Hello?

Hey, hey, how
did you get on?

Well, I did some research
on Dr. Overland

and his little
den of iniquity.

Yeah, what did you find out?

Let's talk about you first.

Your real name is Harry and
you claim to be a wizard.

Yeah, guilty.
Got the pictures?

What does that mean?

You know, it means wizard.

Wizard at what,
math, cooking...?

I mean we get all kinds
of Kooks in PI class,

but you're a first.

So I thought.

Those are the pictures, right?

You're changing the subject.

I'm trying to.

Brennan had a lot of
photos in this camera.

Okay, well, I only
took a few so...

Obviously he took
a lot more.

He found some way to hide
his camera in the clinic.

There's dozens of pictures
of that practitioner chick

with Felicity and some sort
of ritual shindig;

incense and candles and ...

how did you know we had to
investigate that?

I was just poking around.

Yeah, you're not a
wizard at lying, are you?

You think these people
had something to do

with Brennan's murder.

Are you like some sort
of hocus pocus wizard;

is that the idea?

Yeah, that's the idea.

Okay, David Blaine,

why don't you pull a
rabbit out your--?

Get down!

Harry, are
you okay,

what was that?

Oh, I'm all out of rabbits.

No, no, seriously,
what was that?

What did you do?

Harry?

What is that, a bomb?

Yeah. Someone wants
us off the case.

Oh my god,
who are you?

Who is he?

That is the tea expert.

Bob, Liz, Liz, Bob.

Pleasure.

Yeah, okay.

What are you?

Exhausted.

Okay listen.

We are way past the whole
spying on cheating wife thing,

so with all due
respect it is time for you

to drop and case and
just stay safe.

safe?

There's no such
thing as safe.

There's alive, and there's
dead and anything in between

is just dumb luck.

Now the last person on this
earth who treated me

like a decent, valuable human
being has been murdered.

I'm going to find
out who killed him;

I'm going to find out
who tried to kill me,

and I'm going to do
something about it.

Harry, may I speak to
you for a moment please?

Excuse us.

Okay listen, just hold on.

The symbol above
the...come here,

the symbol above
the woman...

What about it?

Its an incubatic portal,

it's a doorway
for incubiles.

Sexual tormentors who prey
upon women, seducing them,

driving them mad with
lust and desire;

a deviant, unbridled cornucopia
of carnal delight.

In a fertility clinic?

Come on.

For an incubus, I can think
of no better playground.

Think of it, desperate women
yearning for fertile seed,

reproductive organs,
naked bu...

Whoa, whoa...
okay what...

Please, please,
a little respect.

Just tell me, what did you
find out about Overland?

Oh, he had his license to
practice medicine revoked

by the State of California.

Do you know how bad you have
to be for California

to shut you down?

And as for the other woman,
Enya Pertaski-

probably an alias-

she's been there
about two years.

Before that the clinic was
just barely getting by.

Now the money is rolling in.

HARRY:
Dr. Overland had a long list
of clients like Felicity Jones

willing to do almost
anything to get pregnant.

He had a female assistant

with a knack for
brewing strange teas

and an incubatic portal nailed
to the ceiling of his clinic.

Not a good sign.

So, was Dr. Overland
an Incubus?

The fox in the hen house?

It was time to take
a little late night snoop

around the chicken coop.

[whispering]
-Hey?
-What?

Do you have a spare
hockey stick for me?

No.

Well, this'll have
to do instead.

You can get in serious
trouble carrying that thing.

Thanks mom.

Murphy didn't tell me he had
a few problems with the law.

Murphy needs to mind
her own business.

If we do run into Overland,

you gotta let me do
the talking, okay.

Why?

Let's just say he has a
way with women, all right.

Blind, drunk women, maybe.

That's Overland.

Oh, no, no, no,
don't touch.

Listen, you might want
to cover your eyes.

-Cover your eyes!
-All right.

What was that?

That was confirmation that
whoever killed Brennan

also killed Overland.

And that Overland isn't
who I thought he was.

Whoa, whoa,
what is that?

There's something there.

What is that?

There's a needle
mark in his neck.

Do you know what killed him?

The acupuncture needle.

Enya Pertaski.

It's like a nervous
system overload.

It's an honorable way to go.

Let's go find her.

No, no, wait, wait.

What we do now is we
call the cops, all right.

That's what Brennan
would do.

Now you've got to play this
right, especially you.

What exactly did
Murphy tell you?

MURPHY: So much for my
night at the Opera.

You look nice.

Do you have a date?

Why am I not arresting you
for breaking and entering?

Nothing's been broken.

There was posted hours.

yOU did the lock thing.

Should have seen him earlier

when he did the
hockey stick thing.

Got a fan club.

And you're here because?

We had some questions
for Dr. Overland.

At ten o'clock at night.

We told Kirmani everything.

I doubt that.

Find out how
Brennan died yet?

Working on it.

But it's not
a stroke, right?

No.

Needle mark in the
neck, by any chance?

Fine, you're Nancy Drew,
which Hardy are you?

I'm sorry Murphy.

Just tell me about
the spinal punctures.

Overland's got the same
one; he died the same way.

You need to look
for Enya Pertaski.

Enya Pertaski?

Yeah, she works with him.

She's up to something.

Murphy, I think
she's the killer.

You know, why don't you skip
on back to La traviata

and let us handle
it from here.

You're gone.

She's your problem Dresden,

you keep her off this
and away from me.

Yeah.

You know, it is
a free country.

Not if you're in jail, but
then you know that already,don't you?

Let's go Harry.

Go on Harry before she takes
another yank at your leash.

Can you just be nice?

No.

Go home so I know where to find
you if I have any questions.

I'm just, you know...

Go!

What the hell was that?

Listen,
the other thing,

what happened with
Murphy out there...

you can't talk to cops
like that okay.

That's not good.

I want a beer.

You got a beer?

What?
I thought you...

I'm on the wagon.

I can still want a beer,
just not going to drink it.

Okay, so what do
you want me to do,

just put it right next to you?

Not unless you want
me to drink it.

I do not want you to drink it.

I can get you a glass
of water instead.

Sure.

Okay.

That's a better idea.

Why did this Enya woman kill
Brennan and then Overland?

What's the connection?

I don't know.

Was she the bomb thrower?

Possibly.

Maybe she figured
out that Brennan

was tailing Mrs. Jones.

Enya and Mrs. Jones
having an affair,

and Overland threatened
to expose them?

Does Mr. Jones know that his
wife, his gorgeous wife,

is batting for
the other team,

with a murderous
needle jabber?

Do we need to warn Mr. Jones?

No, listen, the cops, they
know everything all right.

We just gotta back off,
take a deep breath.

Where's my water?

It's coming right up.

Be right back.

Harry, it's bad.

Bob there is nothing wrong
with Chicago tap water.

The bottled stuff
is all marketing.

Not the water,
the situation.

I believe Mrs. Jones is
being used as an incubator,

literally.

Literally, what are
you talking about?

Literally what?

An incubator for
an incubus child.

Incubi are infertile,
they can't have children.

Oh yes they can, with help.

And that is where
Mrs. Jones comes in.

Observe if you will,
this middle picture.

You see the odd gray mist
hovering in the air

above Mrs. Jones' abdomen,

just below the
incubatic portal?

You mean this gray smudge.

Look at it, look at it.

What is that?

That is a trapped spirit,
captured on film,

they ensnared at the precise
moment it was traveling

from this world
to the other side.

Wow.
How can this happen?

I think I have
figured it out.

A single touch
from an incubus,

she would be completely
under its sexual control.

The incubus father
seduces Mrs. Jones

and with the help of
Enya, at the clinic,

implants a piece
of his soul.

Now, the tea treatments -
unlock Mrs. Jones' spiritual

pathways allowing the incubus
spirit to feed off her

very fertile life force,

sustaining it until
it can live on its own.

Like a parasite, or something.

Precisely, but here
is the brilliant part.

What Brennan's camera
captured was the moment

right after extraction,

but just before it passed
through the portal

to the other side
where it would have

been made coporial.

Wow, and the lady has no idea
what's being done to her.

Enya is an expert
acupuncturist,

ergo her needles would
have numbed Mrs. Jones

to the point of feeling
absolutely nothing.

Just one question -

Who's the father?

I know Mr. Brennan.

I hired him.

HARRY: Jones, Jones
said he hired Brennan,

but he didn't.

Overland hired Brennan to
investigate his own clinic

and they both
got killed for it.

Bob, I think Jones
is the father.

Liz?

It shouldn't take
long, I promise.

It'll be just like last time.

The melding of the spirits
and then within a month,

I'll do the extraction.

[Whisper]
Felicity.

You're ruining everything.

I was right.

You threw the bomb.

You killed Overland.

You killed my boss,
you murdering bitch!

Jones?

Why don't we all
just relax.

Calm down and I'll tell you
how it's going to be, okay?

Okay.

I need Enya to help
me fulfill a dream,

so I need you to
confess to the killings.

Yes.

And to murder Harry Dresden.

whatever you want.

Let me guess...

You'd be right.

Whoa, whoa, Liz, Liz.

That caped piece of crap
you're standing next to

is what we call
an incubus, okay.

He is messing with you and
if it wasn't for him

Brennan would
still be here today.

Liz, you know what I want,
go on, make me happy.

Okay, okay,
listen to me.

We'll make a deal.

You let her go and I'll
give you what you want.

Yeah.

Your child, it's been
here the whole time,

trapped in a photograph.

He's here, a little
piece of your soul.

Bring it to me.

If you let her go,

and you let
Felicity go,

you can take this and you
can go through that gate

and you can just live happily
ever after someplace else,

all right.

Or what?

Or junior burns.

I'll take a deal...

on my terms.

This is not
a negotiation.

No!

Liz, are you okay?

I don't think I understand
what happened here.

Do I want to?

No, just that,

you know,
you found the bad guy

and you cracked the case.

I did?

You did.

I did.

What do we do with Enya?

What are we gonna
tell the police?

What are we going
to tell cops?

Okay

Enya and Jones they
were running a bizarre

fertility scheme out
of Overland's clinic.

Overland hired Brennan
to look into it;

Enya killed Brennan and
Overland and you found Enya.

Okay.

And Jones...Jones.

Skipped town.

Skipped town.
That'll work for me, okay.

Let's get you up out of here.

Excuse me?

Does anybody know
where my clothes are?

Hey, you don't
have to close down.

Why not pick up where
Brennan left off?

I don't think so.

Listen, you could be
pretty good at this.

I'm a convicted felon.

I couldn't get
the permits.

Yeah, well, you see

I know people who can
help you with that.

Now listen, Brennan
left you something here.

It's a chance for happiness
and you should take it.

You're gonna
be fine, okay.

It's a pretty tough job
if I can't use a gun.

Sure you can't spare one of
those killer hockey sticks?

Yeah, I'm positive.

Just feel free to steer a
little business my way

from time to time, okay,
because you know,

I'm always short of cash.

Standard referrals
are 15%.

Ms. Fontaine
you get an 'A'.

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