We weren't expecting you.
Beg your pardon?
I said, we weren't expecting you for another few hours.
Y'all got quite the pull in this town.
- Boss called me at home. - Well, I'm glad he did.
With the power out, generators are running the server,
but they won't keep up for long.
Are you all right?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Which way is the server room?
This way.
Here it is.
I'll be back to check on you in a few.
Figure it out yet?
Yeah. Uh, should be ready in just a minute.
Oh, all right.
- Uh, what was the problem? - See for yourself.
Hey! Come on! Open the door!
Let me out! Come on! Let me out!
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Now may seem like an odd time to mention it,
but the men in my family have a low sperm count.
You're right. That does seem odd.
When I'm 10,000 feet off the ground,
- that's what I think about. - Your sperm count?
Dying. And, uh, before I die,
I'd... I'd... I'd like to have kids.
Ohh!
Look, no one wants to hear more about your sperm count than me,
but we're over the jump zone.
What? Oh. Okay.
Do you, uh... Do you want to have kids?
Of course, but I've accepted that might not happen.
But you deserve to be happy.
I was the only one Charles recognized,
but after this last incident,
he... he can't even do that anymore.
But I can't leave him, no matter how much I want to.
Is that out of, um, you know, guilt
or obligation or lifestyle?
- No, it's not guilt or obligation. - Oh. Oh, gosh.
And it's certainly not lifestyle.
I mean, we don't have a prenup or anything.
It's just... You know, it's the right thing to do.
Oh, of course. So, um, where does that...
uh, where does that leave you and... and me and...
Well, I hope it leaves us together.
Aaah! Aaah!
This is a bad idea!
Of course it is! That's why we're doing it!
- Aaah! - Whoo!
Whoo!
No, it doesn't work. I can't... Because I can't!
What about dinner? I told you I'm busy.
- Drinks? - Glen, what the hell's going on?
Um, it's probably best if we discuss it face-to-face.
Discuss what? What's happened?
You know what?
Truth is, my day's pretty wall to wall.
I got the Digimarc tech here,
Phyllis is out with a stomach bug...
something to do with raw butter.
Anyway, point is, this can wait.
I have a sinking feeling it can't.
I'll be there within the hour.
Everything okay?
It's a little unclear. I'll get right to it.
Three weeks ago, there was an explosion
at a data center in Virginia.
Last night, a data center owned by the same company
- was attacked in Maryland. - Optimus.
From what I understand, their servers store NSA data.
So naturally, the FBI will assume
they were targeted by some foreign entity
looking for classified Intel.
That makes total sense to me,
which is why I'm certain you'll completely disagree.
I'm a contrarian by necessity, not by choice.
If people were wrong less often, my life would be much easier.
And considerably less smug.
My sources have ruled out
Tehran, Beijing, Moscow, Pyongyang.
Dollars to doughnuts, this was a domestic affair.
- An anti-government group. - Some extremist group
against the government, in favor of more privacy.
I don't know.
But whoever they are and whatever they're after,
it appears they won't stop until they get it.
Optimus is the largest data storage company in the country.
They contract with Fortune 500 companies
and government agencies, including DOD, CIA, and NSA.
Sorry I'm late. I was jumping out of an airplane.
Really. Uh, skydiving.
Have, uh, any of you ever done it?
It's, um, insane.
Your enthusiasm is duly noted,
as is your tardiness.
- Agent Park? - The police report indicates
that three people died in last night's blast
that shut down their backup generators.
Optimus was running on backups
because their power had been knocked out.
What do we know about the outage?
Culpeper Electric was alerted by Optimus.
But a crew didn't arrive until after the explosion.
And the DOD stores highly classified information there.
Hard to think that's a coincidence.
Reddington would say it is.
He thinks we're looking at a domestic threat.
Well, assuming he's right,
we could be looking at corporate sabotage.
Optimus has been taking over more and more market share.
Maybe one of its competitors got desperate.
There's also the privacy angle.
Optimus collects metadata on citizens
whether they like it or not.
Ressler, Park, go to Optimus.
See what they could tell us about the latest attack.
They have 50 data centers across the country.
- _ - We don't find those responsible, any one of them could be next.
Anything wrong? No.
I just, uh, had a friend helping me find something,
and he's having a hard time doing it.
Great.
Need a jump?
Uh, yeah, if you don't mind.
Yeah, pop the hood. I'll grab my cables.
Thanks.
What the... The battery is g...
What do you mean the Tokyo shipment didn't go as planned?
It got sort of... rerouted.
- How? - Clerical error.
Someone transposed two digits on the VIN number,
typed an "O" instead of a zero. Simple mistake.
Could have happened to anyone, really.
So the vehicle's not in Houston?
It's in Scranton. Pennsylvania.
Which is considerably closer.
Glen, we talked about this. You wanted an assignment.
We did. I did, but this... I can fix this.
- It's a bump in the road. - My guy in Tokyo did his job.
That vehicle came off the line, factory built and shipped.
Approved by customs. It cleared the port.
I can go to Scranton, get the truck.
All you had to do
was make sure it was routed to the dealership in Houston
so you could buy it with the money I gave you!
I'm already looking at flights!
Glen, look at me. Do you understand?
That truck isn't just a truck.
It's a test balloon carrying a shipment
of black market tritium valued at over $12 million.
If this shipment goes right,
I land a contract that will pay dividends for years.
If it goes south, I can't begin to tell you
how badly things go for everyone involved,
starting with present company.
Aye, chillax. I'll handle it.
Oh, yes. You're gonna handle it, all right.
You're gonna get on the next flight to Scranton,
walk into that dealership, buy the damn truck,
and get it here by Tuesday
before my buyer is any the wiser.
Am I clear?
Truck. Two days.
Here by Tuesday.
Might I ask one question?
This may seem like a reach, all things considered,
but would you be comfortable with me flying business class,
you know, for my back?
You have two days.
Okay, so you know how Culpeper said
its crew didn't arrive until hours after the explosion?
According to Optimus, there was a truck there within minutes.
Why is that relevant?
Because the truck that showed up,
Culpeper reported it stolen three weeks ago.
We pulled CCTV feeds from a nearby business.
It shows the van approaching the Optimus facility
just after the power went out.
Okay, so whoever did this cut the power on purpose,
showed up in a stolen truck to fix it,
and then got waved in like a Trojan Horse.
I see plates. Did you run a BOLO?
We were about to. But first, we wanted to give you this.
From Optimus.
The information that was stolen
was backed up onto that hard drive.
Now, we don't know who stole the data yet,
but once you go through it, we may know why.
_
If you need to deal with it,
whatever it is you're looking for...
I do, but I-I can go through the data first.
Let me know what you find.
Okay, where do you want to start?
Would you have stayed with Tom if he didn't want children?
So that's where you want to start?
I want to stay with Elodie, but I also want a relationship with a future.
And...
You know what? Forget it. Here.
You know, as I recall, Samar didn't want kids, either.
Elodie wants kids, but they can't have any.
And... Samar was different.
They are different, but you're the same.
I just don't think it's a coincidence
you've fallen in love with two women who don't want children.
So you think my being with Samar and Elodie
means I don't want children?
What I think is you think too much.
And if you're meant to be with someone,
all that matters is that you are.
Ah, there you are.
We came as soon as we could.
Oh, my. I do like that coat.
- Merino or cashmere? - Looks like alpaca.
That does not look like alpaca.
- It's vicuna. - Ah, yes.
What's going on? Is there a problem with Houston?
Oh, heavens no. A slight delay is all.
My people at the port decided to take extra precautions,
which is what you pay me for,
to get your product here without incident.
- But we're still on for Tuesday? - It's him.
Oh, speak of the devil. My man in Houston.
Please excuse me. Do you have it?
Sort of. Uh, there's been a bit of a development.
Oh, my God, Glen. Is the truck there in Scranton or not?
It's here, but it's not for sale.
- Was it sold? What happened? - It's complicated.
Well, uncomplicate it for me. Explain it to me like I'm a fourth grader.
Yeah, well, as is turns out, Big John's Auto here in Scranton
has a competition every year, sort of a promotional event
where they give away a truck.
They call it Hands On a Hardbody.
These nutters gather around the vehicle,
standing as long as they can, day and night,
one hand on the truck to see who can last the longest.
The last one left standing wins the truck.
- It really is a test of endurance. - This isn't happening.
I'm only 30 hours deep, and I've already seen four people drop.
I'm telling you, it's a real...
- Oh, hey. Got to go. - No, wait. Glen.
We get a 15-minute break every few hours,
but so far, I am feelin' strong.
I'm coming there myself.
I appreciate the support, but I got this.
As long as my hammer toe doesn't act up,
I think I can go the distance.
Within two days, I plan to be eastbound and down
and headed your way.
Wish me luck!
What a guy.
- Is everything okay? - Jolly good.
Your cargo is in country.
That said, I think it may be worth discussing
a slight adjustment to our Tuesday delivery plan.
It's time I introduced myself. My name's Newton Purcell.
I doubt you remember me, but we met some years ago.
We talked about the impact sound can have
on a person's mind, body, and soul.
To put it charitably, you were something of a skeptic.
Ah! Aah!
Aaah! Aaah!
Shock wave lithotripsy is what doctors use
- to crush kidney stones. - Aah!
By making a few small adjustments to the amplitude
and frequency of the sound waves,
I can cause mild tingling,
disrupt blood circulation and nerve functions.
Please stop.
You didn't believe me when I told you
sound could drive a man insane.
- I believe you. I do. - Oh, I'm sure you do... now.
So I'll pose a different question,
one which you'll never be able to answer.
Can a person be killed by sound?
No. I'm begging you.
No.
Aah! Aah!
- So Reddington was right? - Yes. According to the data,
none of the stolen files relate to national security.
- What do they relate to? - Internal company data,
personnel files, contracts, lobbying.
For what purpose? Blackmail? Corporate espionage?
At this point, we don't know.
Keen, I know you have to go. Aram, go over the data again.
See if there's anything you missed.
BOLO came back with a match on the Culpeper van.
Abandoned in an allay in Annapolis.
Looks like we have ourselves a body.
I hope you got my text. And I wish I had better news.
It's not your fault. You did what you could.
- Yeah. - So there were no hits
on the guy I'm looking for?
Nothing. Not off the BOLO or from the field offices.
He's a ghost. To find him,
you're gonna need a ghost hunter.
A P.I.?
Crazy expensive. Cash only.
Psychotic and worth every penny.
You're telling me that sound did this?
M.E. thinks so.
His ears were perforated and the joints degraded.
He thinks it might be some kind of a sonic weapon.
He's never seen one but says that directed ultrasonic waves
can sever nerves and burst blood vessels.
The victim was a Westlake city councilmember.
He served two terms before
opening a consulting business in Annapolis.
Westlake? Isn't that the site of another Optimus facility?
Exactly, and besides the van connecting Healy to Optimus,
this was in the stolen files...
a series of hidden payments made from Optimus to Healy
and to a woman named Libby Bishop in 2015.
And she is?
Agent Mojtabai?
Um, uh, right.
Uh, Bishop, Bishop.
She is another member of the city council.
Find her and put her in protective custody.
We have to assume if the blacklister went after Healy,
he'll go after her, also.
Skydiving get canceled?
I'm sorry. Uh, it's Elodie.
Her husband, uh, he's back in the hospital.
- Hey. - I'm sorry to bother you. Hi.
Um, my dog slipped free of her harness.
I think I saw her go in your backyard.
- Do you mind if I take a look? - Oh, not at all.
- What... What's her name? - Macy.
- She's a slippery one. - Poor thing.
Go around back, and I-I'll meet you there.
Macy! Here girl!
Come on.
- Hello? - Libby Bishop?
This is Agent Alina Park with the FBI.
Is this some kind of joke?
Did Darren put you up to this?
Ryan Healy's been killed.
What?
Macy! Here girl!
Are you somewhere safe?
- I'm at home. - Are you alone?
I'm helping a man look for his dog.
Okay, Libby, I want you to stay calm, all right?
If he can hear you, answer my questions
like you're talking to a friend.
Nice and relaxed. Do you know this man?
No. No, we haven't found her yet.
What time will you be... home?
We're less than five minutes away.
If he comes after you, you have to scream and fight like hell.
Do you hear me? You have to fight.
Libby?
Libby Bishop?
FBI.
We're too late.
But maybe this will help us.
What's that?
Nothing, honey.
Your daddy just always taught me to be ready for a rainy day.
But it's not raining.
Aren't you too smart for your own good?
Come here. Get up here.
Have I ever told you how your daddy and I met?
No?
Elodie.
Hi.
How is he?
They did angioplasty,
put stents in to open up his arteries.
He's in recovery.
All right, good.
I'm glad you're here.
- So, I've been thinking about... - There's something I want to...
- Oh. - I'm... I'm sorry. Go ahead.
No, please. You first.
What's been happening with Charles,
his... his recent health scares,
it just made me realize how... how selfish I've been.
This is my burden. It's not yours.
You deserve a life.
And I can't give you the one you want.
Okay. Wow.
Maybe I should have gone first.
Because what I've been realizing is that I think too much
and that I need to stop thinking and just feel.
And when I do that, I feel like I want to be with you.
Look around.
You don't want this.
I'm looking in the only direction that matters.
And I'm telling you I do.
- Mrs. Radcliffe? - Oh.
Can I see him now?
I'm afraid there's been a complication.
I thought he was in recovery.
He was.
An aneurysm burst, causing a brain hemorrhage,
and there was nothing we could do.
He passed away. I'm sorry.
Wait, no.
He can't be gone!
It's okay.
I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye.
What's with all the police?
I don't know, but that's a lot of police.
How long has it been?
41 hours.
Forty... Oh, my...
Whoo-wee! I don't know how you do it!
Okay, go ahead and take a five-minute break.
Let's give him a call.
Ooh!
- Yeah? - What the hell is going on?
It's the hammer toe. She's back.
I'm not talking about your feet. I'm talking about all the cops.
Why is this place crawling with cops?
Tell me about it. They're all here
to support that rookie on the force over in Old Forge.
Sundance Kid they call him.
I'm not worried about him
or any of the other competitors, for that matter.
Real competition is... Pastor Ritzen.
He won in '16, then again in '18,
and now God's soldier's back for blood.
Honestly, my feet...
Glen, the merchandise on that truck...
No, really. My feet.
I know you can't come here with all the boobies on the beat,
but maybe Dembe could come rub 'em.
Everyone else has someone here to cheer them on.
- I got nobody. - Glen, please. Listen to me.
This is psychological warfare. Don't worry, chief.
I'm gonna get you that merchandise on that truck...
Okay, we're back.
Got to jump. We're back.
Wait, no, Glen! Hold on.
You're not back. I got this.
Eye of the tiger.
You want me to call his mother, get her involved?
Oh, my God, no.
Talk about bad to worse.
He's dug in like a deer tick.
Well, I'm not rubbing his feet.
We need the names and information
of every contestant with a hand on that truck,
because believe me, Glen's not going anywhere,
but if, all of a sudden, he drops like a sack,
one of these other clowns is gonna be driving around town
in our $12 million.
You know how the M.E. said that Healy was killed by sound?
- We found it at Libby Bishop's. - A hearing aid?
On the phone, I told her to put up a fight.
That tells me she did.
I spoke to Aram. Elodie's husband died.
I'm sorry to hear that.
I'm not sure you should be.
Is it a tragedy if you're dating a married woman
- and her husband dies? - He said he'd be here as soon as he can.
The hearing aid, what does that get us?
Well, it's not a what. It's a who.
Dara Lin... the doctor who designed it.
See, it was specially made not to amplify sound
but to block it out.
I make these for a lot of my patients.
There is a serial number on it. Can you find a name that way?
- You say he killed someone? - And abducted someone else.
If we wait on a warrant, he'll kill her, too.
You made him a hearing aid that blocks out sound.
Is it really that common?
When I became an ENT, it was unheard of.
Now I find that my patients are as concerned
by what they can hear as by what they can't.
Noise pollution.
The Surgeon General has been warning
about the health hazards for a generation...
anxiety, depression, dementia.
- Sound can cause all that? - Not one sound, no.
But we live in a world of continuous sound...
low-frequency radio signals,
electrical substations, server farms.
Server farms. You mean like data centers?
Exactly. The noise generated by their cooling system
is precisely the type of low-frequency sound
which can elevate stress hormones
like cortisol and adrenaline, which, over time,
can lead to high blood pressure, stroke, and heart failure.
And apparently murder.
Here it is.
The man you're looking for is Newton Purcell.
I always figured it would be Gordon or Cartwright.
But I was wrong, wasn't I, Libby?
Please, whoever you are...
No, no, no, no, no.
You had your chance to speak. Now you're going to listen.
We had an agreement.
You said you could get this done.
And it's getting done.
Clearly it's not.
You've already moved the timeline once.
You're asking to move it again.
Don't get you vicuna in a bunch. Take a breath.
You came to me because you had no viable way
to get your product into the country.
This pipeline we're testing,
this concept of moving a single vehicle
from the assembly line as a courier, it's new.
And it's going to have unforeseen obstacles,
which we obviously now have,
which is why I asked for the extension.
If that's a problem, we'll work around it.
But rest assured, I have my top man on the job.
Mm. Top man.
My top man.
A man I trust,
a man with whom I share a history,
a man with whom I'd go into battle
shoulder to shoulder any time, anywhere
because his dedication knows no bounds.
If there is a man who can get you your shipment on time,
it's my guy Glen.
So you can doubt me, you can doubt my services,
but do not doubt Glen.
Eye... of... the... tiger.
Those were powerful words, Raymond.
- I wish I believed them. - Yeah, well, so do I.
But they needed to be reassured.
You and I, on the other hand, know the truth...
so please tell me you have the information
on the remaining contestants.
I do.
Good. Because we need to fix this thing
before Glen bungles it more than he already has...
and costs us a fortune.
Dr. Lin was able to use the ear piece to ID a suspect.
Name's Newton Purcell. 38-year-old mechanical engineer.
Last known address is on Pine Road in Westlake, Maryland.
The same town where Healy and Bishop are on the city council.
And home to an Optimus facility.
Agent Keen and I are on our way to Purcell's home now.
Back when we lived in Ohio, Melody and I
used to go for walks after I got home from work.
Best part of my day.
Peaceful, quiet.
Dr. Lin says Purcell suffers acute auditory distress
caused by the noise generated by the server farms,
and he's not alone.
Apparently, thousands experience similar effects.
It was faint at first.
At that point, they only had a handful of units online.
But as time went on, the hum got louder and louder.
Until one day...
when I went for a walk on my own,
the hum came back home with me.
- Aah! - I heard it all the time.
I couldn't sleep. I lost my job.
We sold the house, moved to Westlake.
And then six months later, guess what?
I found out Optimus was opening up a facility just a mile away.
Back in 2014,
Optimus selected Westlake as the site of their next center,
but construction was held up
due to an environmental impact report
which recommended further study
of the acoustic effects of their new facility.
Melody said that sound knocked all the kindness out of me.
I wasn't surprised when she left.
Truth is, I hardly noticed.
He didn't only want to hurt Optimus.
He wanted to punish the people responsible
for allowing it to be built in the first place.
Healy and Bishop.
So Purcell knew that Optimus was paying somebody
to fast track construction. He just didn't know who.
I mean, there's no record of the decision, which explains
why he went digging through Optimus' corporate data.
Three days after Optimus made payments to Healy and Bishop,
zoning commission canceled the study.
Construction started six weeks later.
I thought I was... helping, cutting through red tape.
It was gonna bring jobs to the city.
I-I-I didn't know.
People think of sound pollution as a nuisance...
an annoyance.
But something tells me...
when the world hears what happened to you,
they'll understand just how dangerous sound can be.
Aah!
Aaah!
Park. Park, cut the power.
Libby? Are you all right?
Aah!
Park!
Alina!
Newton Purcell, you're under arrest
for the murder of Ryan Healy.
Okay, folks. That concludes hour 64.
Take a break to rest and use the facilities.
Looking good out there, Father. A little too good, maybe.
Excuse me?
Well, you got the big fella.
But the little guy, the sweatband, track suit,
and terrible feet, who's he got?
It doesn't seem like a fair fight, does it?
The Lord works in mysterious ways.
Yes, but there's nothing mysterious
about the pain Glen is in...
sciatica, herniated disc, hemorrhoids.
But the real pain is, the guy's a natural-born loser.
He has never won anything,
and he's got his heart set on that truck.
You've won, what? Twice?
Well, you of all people would know,
if he could come away a winner
it would be the answer to all his prayers.
It's because I've won twice
that I know salvation doesn't come
with being the last man standing.
It comes from doing your best,
which I'm sure your friend will realize when he comes in second.
Have you driven a Mercedes? How about a Mercedes?
Surely, you can find salvation in German engineering.
Are you offering me a bribe?
Consider it tithing.
I need to get back.
I'm a sedan man, myself.
The S-Class is heavenly.
But perhaps you'd be more comfortable in a G wagon.
Or, hey, what about an SL Roadster?
You and the missus out on the open road,
feeling the wind in your pulpit gown?
Have you seen the Maybach?
Ah, with the executive rear seats, the massage function.
And the calf rests and the pull-down tables.
For your wafers and wife.
Let me pray on it.
Or perhaps a Sprinter for the flock.
We know about the hum.
Is that why you killed Healy and abducted Bishop?
Because you blame them for it, for causing the hum?
- Have you ever seen the stars? - The stars?
Not one or two.
Not the North Star or a dot in Orion's belt.
I'm talking about Pegasus, Leo, the constellations,
the Milky Way, the heavens.
We can't see them anymore.
Light pollution has blocked our view of Heaven,
and no one cares.
Let's talk about Ryan Healy.
And what did God create in Heaven?
Wind whistling in the trees, waves crashing on beaches,
the love song of the nightingale and the lark.
And we can't hear them anymore.
Sound pollution has drowned out God's music, and no one cares.
Is that why you killed Healy? Because you care?
I killed him because I want the hum to stop.
And because I know it never will.
I'll reach out to Main Justice, tell them we have a confession.
Hopefully, they won't think we beat it out of him.
He attacked me.
Which put you into survival mode. I get it.
- But you crossed the line. - From what I've seen,
I didn't think this task force had a line.
It's blurry at times, but it's there.
You shot the Attorney General.
Which is why I get it...
what you did to Purcell, what happened in Anchorage.
It's also why I understand that whatever it is
that sets you off,
you need to deal with it.
You can see the Milky Way in Alaska
and hear the wind in the trees.
I don't miss it.
You must be a friend of Elodie's.
Uh, I am.
So sorry. Aram Mojtabai.
Uh, we met, uh, after Charles' accident.
I know she was devoted to him.
So sorry. Uh, would you excuse me one...
Thank you.
Agent Keen, is everything okay?
Fine. The case is over. It's all good.
I'm just checking in with you. How's Elodie?
She's, um...
She's holding it together.
And how are you?
Shockingly calm.
When I got to the hospital, before we knew
that, uh, Charles had passed, we, um...
I took your advice and stopped thinking.
And the minute I did, everything just clicked into place.
I'm so glad to hear that.
I realized that's why I like her so much.
She doesn't think. She... She feels.
She lives in the moment, and she stays there.
Not just when it's easy, but when it's hard.
Like... Like with Charles.
She didn't stay with him out of guilt or obligation.
She stayed with him because it's the right thing...
_
Aram? Are you still there?
I have to call you back.
_
This is inexcusable. This whole thing was a mistake.
- He'll be here. - Do you see him? Do you see the truck?
Do you have any idea how much that shipment is worth?
Over $12 million.
And now, because of your guy...
Well, I'll be your huckleberry.
Look who showed up!
And with two minutes to spare, no less.
What a man. What a truck!
Whew!
Sorry I'm late, fellas.
Few of the boys at the dealership
insisted on photographs.
As I said, never doubt my man Glen.
I have to admit I was starting to doubt you, Glen.
Never doubt the Jellybean.
The shipment, tritium, uh, what is it, anyway?
Tritium is an extremely rare and radioactive isotope of hydrogen.
- Sounds kind of serious. - It is.
You got that stuff in the gas tank?
Not in the tank, Glen. The vehicle.
Tritium is a gas that can be safely stored
as a metal hydride.
In this case, as truck parts.
Which parts, I have no idea.
The... I have no idea.
It's, you know, like "Goldfinger."
So, who are these chowderheads?
I suspect they're CIA.
Tritium is an important component in nuclear warheads
and has to be replaced frequently
because of its short half-life.
In any case, that doesn't matter.
You got the job done.
Yeah.
So...
What about my truck?
Know what? It don't matter.
What matters is I wanted to prove to you
I could do this on my own.
I wanted you to know I could get the job done without your help
and that you didn't need to intervene.
I wanted to go the distance. That's all that matters to me...
your faith, not some vehicle.
Whoa. The hell's that?
That, Glen, is your payment.
My man, R-squared, taking care of his own!
Yessiree! Don't mind if I do.
And, hey, uh, boss, don't forget.
You know who you can count on next time you get yourself in a pinch.
Eye of the tiger, baby!
Eye-o-the-tiger!
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Flip down the rearview.
Money's in the backpack.
And information on the target.
Handsome.
You want to kiss him or kill him?
I want him found.
Don't call me. I'll call you.
*CREDITS*