King & Maxwell (2013–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Loved Ones - full transcript

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Blue Moon.

That our guy?
Red shirt.

That's him. Matt Reid,
married but looking.

- He doesn't look like a cheater.
- Not what the wife says.

All you gotta do is get him
to ask you for your number.

Watch this.

Is it me or is it hot in here?

Well, my phone says
it's 68 degrees.

I guess it's just you.

That did not just happen.



Okay, okay,
the guy's a little coy.

Just give him a minute...
Let him warm up.

Remind me
why we take these cases again.

Because they pay better
than skip traces,

and there's less running.

I like running.

Try sports.
Maybe that'll break the ice.

Hey, so, how about
that Capitals game?

[ Inhales deeply ]

I don't know what that is.

Okay, what the hell's wrong
with this guy?

Maybe the wife's wrong.

Maybe this guy isn't a cheater,
after all.

Or... maybe
we have the wrong bait.



What are you talking about?

You're up, cowboy.

Hey.

Hey.

You work out?

Little bit.

King & Maxwell 01x05
Loved Ones
Original Air Date July 8, 2013

The mail was delivered.

Thank you, Edgar.

It wasn't me who delivered it.

Hey, look.

The check from
our infidelity case arrived.

Ah... Matt.

How is your new BFF?

Go ahead.
Make your little jokes.

We closed the case.
We made some money.

And we helped that man face
a poignant personal truth.

You did Matt a favor.

He called twice yesterday.

Case closed!
[ Slam ]

Oh, God. I don't think
I'm ever gonna get used to that.

That's lunch!

Or that.

Where is your tie?

The back of my chair...

Where it will stay.

[ Sighs ]

Sean, you're going
to a funeral.

You're wearing
a three-piece suit.

You need a tie.

[ Sighs ]

To be honest, ties remind me
of my days in the Service.

Suit, tie, shades.

Uniform of a human shield.

Well, least you never had to
chase after a motorcade

in a pantsuit and stilettos.

That you know of.

There.

[ Sighs ]

Much better.

Yeah.

How's Jack holding up?

He lost his only son.

I'm sure he's a wreck.

You sure
you don't want the company?

No, thanks.
I should do it alone.

Jack and I came up
in the Service together, and...

there was a picture,
me and the boys back in the day.

but where did I...

put it.

[ Chuckles ]
Where does the time go?

Time doesn't go anywhere, Sean.

It just is.

I should slip away.

Probably best.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Donny: So I said,
"Sure thing, Mrs. Clinton.

"I'll take him for a walk.

Let me grab the leash."

She says,
"I'm not talking about the dog."

[ Laughter ]

Cut this man off!
I'm calling the owner!

[ Both laugh ]

Sean King.

Well, well.

Haven't seen you since Mexico.

How you doin', Donny?

Good.

Terrible thing about Jason.

Oh, my. I can't imagine
anything worse.

Yeah.

It's good to see you.

It's a nice place you got.
You done good.

Thanks.

Opened up a year ago
with my brother, Danny.

Yeah, you always said you were
gonna open a place like this.

How's business?

Truth? Sucks.
[ Chuckles ]

But it's ours.

Stop by.
I'll comp you a meal.

[ Laughing ] Then I'll get you
to pay for it.

[ Laughing ] I bet you will!

It's good to see you.

Be well.
You too.

All right.

Nancy.

Oh, Sean.
Thank you for coming.

Hey, it means a lot
to both of us.

I wouldn't be anywhere else.

How are you two holding up?

It just doesn't
make any sense, Sean.

They said he jumped off the roof
of his office building.

You knew Jason
as well as anybody.

He had everything to live for.

His job was going well.

He was buying his first house.

The Washington P.D. have
rubber-stamped this thing.

They decided it was a suicide
and just closed the case.

I still have some friends there.
I could make a few calls.

Actually, Sean,
we were thinking

that maybe
you could look into it.

Me?

Yeah.

Yeah.
There's no one better.

I can get you a copy
of the police report,

and maybe you can see
if they missed anything.

Okay.
Give me a few days.

I'll talk to my partner.
We'll see what we can dig up.

[ Gravel crunching ]

So, how well
did you know the kid?

I used to go
to his T-Ball games.

For a while there,
I was Uncle Sean.

Okay, well, maybe we can
figure this out.

Police report says
this is the launch point.

Body landed in the street.

Severe head trauma,

internal injuries consistent
with a fall of that magnitude.

Detectives found no sign
of a struggle, huh?

No run-up footprints,

no disturbance
in the roof gravel.

Hate to say it, Sean, but this
really does read like a suicide.

[ Door opens ]

Edgar?

Who's your friend?

You're my friend, Sean.

This is a test dummy.

I see.

Got five impact sensors
and three wireless cameras

all connected to my computer
via Bluetooth.

You're not planning to...

[ Crash, car alarm blaring ]

Your friend's son, Jason,
was pushed.

Sean, isn't that your car?

Yeah.

- A-ask before I act.
- Right. Ask, act... that order.

Sean,
it was a near-miss.

It sheared
my side-view mirror off.

It's not even that nice a car.

You're not helping.

W-we owe
the research facility $786.

For what?

For Clarence.

He has a name.

Perfect.

I used Clarence
to conduct trajectory analysis.

The arc tangent
of the angle of fall

is the ratio of vertical
to horizontal velocity.

Yes, that...

That's right, Sean.

Guess you've been reading
more than just romance novels.

Occasionally.

I used Clarence to determine
the vector of trajectory

from where the victim fell.

28° is the maximum angle
of descent possible

if the victim
would've just jumped.

But this says that...
Clarence fell at 34°.

To reach 34°, the body would've
had to have been propelled.

Pushed.

Bingo.

Jack was right.

Jason was murdered.

This is great work, Edgar.

Does this make up
for the car mirror, Sean?

No.

Washington P.D.
closed the case.

We're gonna need more evidence
if we want them to open it.

I say we talk
to Jason's coworkers.

An investment firm
might not want us

poking around,
asking questions.

Edgar, where did you put

that file of evidence
from the, um...

Bank-fraud case
that you asked me to file?

Left cabinet,
bottom-right drawer.

[ Chuckles ]

Way to organize, Edgar.

No chance.

You want to talk to my
employees, you get a warrant...

Or open an investment account
for $10,000 or more.

[ Chuckling ]
Well, that's too bad.

Uh, what are those?

Jason Turner's personal files.

You know,
confidential transactions,

bank records...
stuff like that.

Michelle, who is that person
in your family, again,

works for the S.E.C.?

- My Uncle Lou.
- Her Uncle Lou.

Heads up
the compliance division.

He's a good guy.
He makes his own beer.

And sausage.

Who are you calling?

My Uncle Lou.

Well, hey, there's no need

to go bothering your Uncle.

- Lou.
- Right.

Lou or... the S.E.C.

This is a murder investigation.

We want unfettered access
to every one of your employees.

[ Chuckles nervously ]

This is a complete staff list...
by name and position.

And your office
surveillance footage.

I'll pull the digital cards
for all five cameras.

So helpful.

So nice.

I'm just an associate.
[ Chuckles nervously ]

I trained under Jason.

It's all such a shock.

And where were you
the day Jason died?

Where I always am.
[ Chuckles ]

My little home away from home.

You sure about that?

I am.

Why?

Security cameras tell a little
bit of a different story.

Please.

You don't understand
what it's like.

Why don't you tell me
about that?

No one ever leaves.

They work until they drop.

A-and the pressure's so intense,
I-I-I can barely breathe.

Would you like some water?

Yeah, thank you.

Um...

I have a trick...
Um...

I leave coffee on my desk
and my purse on my chair

and music playing
on the computer,

and I sneak out.

Everybody here does it.

Is that what you did
the day Jason died?

Yeah, I slipped out the back

to go home and feed my cat,
Mr. Friskers,

and, um, take a nap.

My doorman can vouch for me.

I bet that's Mr. Friskers
right over there.

Yeah.
[ Chuckles ]

Isn't he a big ball of cute?

[ Laughs ]

Oh, look at that...
he's in pajamas.

Yeah, I actually made those
for him.

[ Laughing ] Of course you did.
[ Laughs ]

Chad: Name's Chad.

They call me...

Chad.

Hello, Chad.

I'm a big producer around here.

Jason and I were competitors.

But it's dog eat dog, man.

It's not my fault
he couldn't take the heat.

Where were you
the day Jason died, Chad?

I was at my trading desk.

I never punch out.

When the markets close,
I hit up the Nikkei.

I write trades
'round the clock.

That your trading log, Chad?

Yeah... from the day
Jason died.

Did big volume that day.

These trades were logged
exactly 1.7 seconds apart.

Huh.

I'm, uh... consistent?

These transactions were made
by a robo-trading program, Chad.

Where were you really?

So, this is where you come when
you sneak out of the office?

I-I come up here
to blow off some steam

during the trading day.

And by "blow," you mean...

A little boost...
pharmaceutical-grade.

Get it from a doctor client.

I was here the day
Jason Turner... went alley-oop.

Doing what?

Oh, a few lines.

Little cognac.

Breakfast of champions.

Anyone vouch for you?

Diane.

Who's Diane?

My intern.

Diane help
take the edge off, too?

[ Chuckles ]

Look, I have a few bad habits,

but I didn't kill Jason Turner.

Did you see anything that could
help us in our investigation?

Okay, I was a little busy.
I didn't really see much.

I did hear a scuffle, okay?

Then... then I see a guy
going down the stairs.

So you heard something
and then you saw something,

but you didn't tell the cops

'cause you were
too coked out of your mind.

Yeah, pretty much.

What'd this guy look like?

Balding, middle-aged...

Had a limp.

Looked like a janitor.

Chad...
Don't leave town.

- Chad.
- Chad.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

Text from Donny Braddock,
another agent in my old detail.

He says he wants to see me
at his restaurant

and that it's urgent.

Okay, you go deal
with your friend.

I'll see what I can dig up on
our hairless, limping janitor.

Hey.
You find anything?

Spoke with
building maintenance.

They outsource janitorial
to a firm out of Bethesda.

Let me guess... no middle-aged
balding guys with a limp.

Entire staff
are South Americans...

Young, lot of hair.

That means Chad was lying.

Or... he just gave us our first
description of a killer.

How soon can you get back?

I'll try to make this quick.

I'll meet you
back at the boathouse.

Sean?

Sean?!

[ Sirens wailing ]

Michelle: Sean!

I'm okay.
I was lucky.

I was far enough away
from the blast point.

There was a bomb?

Improvised explosive.

Apparently, the police found
a crude device inside.

Donald Braddock?

He's g-gone.

What?

I-I don't think
the bomb was meant for him.

Why do you say that?

His brother, Danny...

He opens this place
every morning.

Now, Donny switched
with his brother this morning,

but he did it
at the last minute.

I'm thinking the... the bomber
couldn't have known that.

So Donald Braddock's brother
was the target,

like Jack Turner's son.

What if someone is
targeting family members

of former Service Agents?

You talk to our friend. I'll see
what the bomb techs missed.

Michelle.

It's good to see you.

Well, I must've really pissed
somebody off very high up.

Why is that, Rigby?

Whenever you two turn up
where you don't belong,

I get a call.

I don't like
getting those calls.

You mind telling me
what you were doing here?

A friend of mine was killed
in that restaurant.

I was on my way to meet him.

That puts me
in the middle of this case.

Bombing puts it
under Federal Jurisdiction.

It makes it my case.
Stay out of it.

Are we really gonna have a pissing
contest over this, Rigby?

We're the FBI.

We don't do pissing contests.

Hey, Sean, I think
you're gonna want to see this.

Fresh burnout marks.

Somebody pulled away
in a hurry.

And there's this.

These footprints are irregular.

One's deeper... more pronounced
than the other.

Consistent...

with a limp.

These murders are connected.

Hate to interrupt...
Not your case.

We've been retained
by the family of another victim.

What victim?

Jason Turner.
He was murdered six days ago.

We think we're looking
at the same killer.

We'll call.

Stay out of this.
You hear me?

They're not
staying out of this.

Sean: Jack, we know
your son was murdered.

Well, I knew if anyone
could get to the truth, Sean,

it'd be you.

Thank you.
Thank you so much.

Well, we're not
at the truth yet.

There was a bombing yesterday...
at Donny's restaurant.

Donny was killed.

What are you talking about?
We just saw him.

We think there's a connection

between that bombing
and what happened with Jason.

Wait... a bombing?

I don't understand.

The intended victim
was Donald's brother.

Jack.

Somebody's targeting
family members

of our detail in Mexico.

- That includes you, Sean.
- Yeah, I know.

How many agents
were down there in Mexico?

[ Sighs ]

Well, there was
me and Jack and Donny,

Bob Scott and Bradley Martin.

No one has heard from Bob

since he retired
from the Service.

Sean, it's like
he went off the grid.

We can try
and track down Bob Scott.

Who do you think might have
a grudge against us?

Well, one name pops to my mind.

- Miguel Salcedo.
- Exactly.

- Who's Miguel Salcedo?
- He was a meth smuggler.

His brother died
in a shootout with us.

Miguel's in prison.

No. No,
he got an early release.

He's back on the street.

I think I know
where I might be able

to track down
an address on him.

You do that.
I'll try and find Bob Scott.

[ Gunshots ]

[ Motor whirs ]

Well. I guess
they'll let anyone in here.

Carl.
Good to see you.

Tight group.

Impressive.

Just trying to keep it sharp.

You know the drill.

What do you want, Maxwell?

What makes you think
I want something?

Haven't seen you
in over a year.

You know the rule...
"There are no coincidences".

Okay.

How about
we play word association?

I say "Bob Scott," you say...

Retired.

When?

Last year... June.

You have his 20?

For a price.

Dinner.

The two of us.

Somewhere quiet.

Some music, some dancing.

A little wine.

Little more wine.

And then
a whole bunch more wine.

We'll see what happens.

How about we shoot for it?

Okay.

[ Gun cocks ]

I'm here to see Benny.

What business you got
with Benny?

It's personal.

You got business with Benny,
you got business with us.

Look, I am obligated by law

to tell you
that I am trained in Krav Maga.

You try and intimidate me,
be warned that...

Oof!

[ Chuckling ] That's not fair.

I wasn't ready.

[ Grunts ]

Oh.

Let me guess...
you were ready.

[ Grunting ]

That's enough.

[ Groans ]

Good timing, Benny.

I was just about to ram
my ribs into their fists again.

[ Groans ]

It took you long enough
to come out here.

Oh, I was just inside,
reminiscing about you...

[ Sighs ]

And your testimony
against me in court.

Isn't that
water under the bridge?

For you, perhaps.

Look, Benny...

[ Grunts ]

I need your help.

You're lucky
I find you so charming.

Come on.
Let me help you up.

Benny.

This is important.

I'm looking for Miguel Salcedo.

What do you want with Miguel?

Somebody's targeting
family members of ex-agents.

His name came up.

Miguel saw the light.

God?

- Solar.
- Excuse me?

He's selling alternative energy
in Florida.

You're barking up
the wrong tree, Sean.

Look, Benny...

The son of an ex-agent
was thrown off a roof.

Another retired agent
was killed in a bombing.

The restaurant
on Southwest Waterfront?

What do you know about it?

Bomb was C-4
inside a gas can.

That's what the prelim says.
How'd you know that?

I hear things, Sean.

My source says

can had a Virginia P.D.
bar code on it.

Meaning what?

Your killer is law enforcement.

[ Groans ]

You okay, Sean?

I'm fine.

I hit pay dirt.

You get an address
on Bob Scott?

Better than an address.
I got motive.

"How The Secret Service
Destroyed My Life...

By Robert Q. Scott."

Where'd you get this?

A friend.

It was e-mailed to the Service's
Personnel Office.

"I gave 22 years
to this miserable agency.

"Everything I had.

"I got older, I injured my hip,
I had surgery.

"When I came back, I was done.

"They took my gun, my badge.
They threw me out.

"They're a soulless agency,

and they need to pay,
like I did."

Not a happy camper.

My source said the bomb parts
connect back to Virginia P.D.

Bob Scott was a volunteer cop
in Virginia.

I hate to tell you, Sean...

We're looking
for one of our own.

Edgar, I need your help.

I need you to find the man
who wrote that..

It was sent over the Internet.

Can you track down
where it came from?

People hide, Sean.
I always find them.

Is this a bad man, Sean?

He could be.

I wouldn't ask you to do this if
I didn't believe it was right.

And, Edgar...

this stays between us.

[ Keyboard clacking ]

He used a proxy server.

Proxy...

led me to a ghost I.P.

Which led me
to his real I.P.

[ Printer whirs ]

You got him?

The address is in Virginia.

Edgar.

Yes, Sean?

This makes up for the car.

Hot damn!

Mexico.

[ Sighs ] Yeah?

Talk to me.

This is not a good time.

You're hiding something.

Michelle.

Someone is killing people

close to agents
from your old detail.

Now it turns out the killer
could be from that same detail.

I don't know that yet.

Come on, Sean.
What happened down in Mexico?

[ Sighs ]

This is my detail.

Funny.

Last time I checked,
we were King and Maxwell.

I want to ask you

about Jack's trip to Mexico
10 years ago.

I just have this feeling that
whatever happened down there

may have something to do
with Jason's death.

All I know is,
they went down there

to protect the Secretary
of Homeland Security.

Anything unusual happen?

Aside from the young agent's
tragic death, you mean?

An agent died?

I'm sorry.
I thought you knew.

First I've heard of it,
actually.

Who was he?

Bradley Martin.

What happened to him?

Died in the line.

That was the official story.

I always felt
there was more to it.

Well, what did Jack tell you?

He never wanted
to talk about it.

You know...
The Old Boys Club.

Indeed I do.

Tell me more
about the agent who died.

If I remember, I think
Jack sent a card to the parents.

Ah.

Jack's old address book.

Here it is.

Ray Martin...
Middleburg, Virginia.

The family moved down there
to be near their son

on his job with the Service.

Is Jack here? Maybe he can
fill in some of the blanks.

He was working in the garage.
Let me check.

[ Ringing ]

[ Sighs ]
Carl: Hello?

Hey, Carl.
It's Michelle.

I'm thinking maybe we can
have dinner later on after all.

Great. What time
should I pick you up?

Carl, I need a favor...
I need a file

on an agent who was killed
in the line of duty.

Bradley Martin.

Sure. No problem.

Thank you, Carl. I'll...
I'll talk to you later.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

[ Footsteps approaching ]

Nancy?
Everything okay?

Jack's gone.

Bob?

It's Sean King.

You in there?

Bob?

[ Dirt rustling ]

Someone there?

Show yourself.

Hello, Sean.

So, what took you so long?

What the hell is this place?

Sometimes, a man just needs
a place to hide.

Bob Scott.

It's been a long time.

Jack.
What are you doing here?

Did you follow me?

Well, I couldn't have found him
without you.

You killed my son.

And now you're gonna pay.

You think I killed your son?

I read your manifesto.

You were pissed off
at the Service.

And you killed Jason
to get even.

I got my issues
with the Service,

but I would never hurt anyone
over it.

Jack.

Put down your gun.

Sean, it's me.

I got my hands on

Bradley Martin's
classified service file.

His father, Ray Martin...

He's the one with the grudge
against the Service.

He's been on a security
watch list for months.

Two weeks ago, his wife died,
and he unraveled.

He slipped surveillance.

I think he's our guy.

Call me.

[ Sighs ]

Edgar, you gave Sean
the location

of Bob Scott's property.

Yes.

Can you please give me
the same address?

Edgar?

Sean said
it was "between us."

Right.

When Sean said "us,"
he meant... us... All of us.

We're a team.

"Us" and "team"
are not the same.

They mean different things.

Okay, this time,
they mean the same thing.

When Sean said "us,"
he meant you, Sean, and I.

"Me."

[ Sighs ]

You, Sean, and me.

[ Keyboard clacks,
printer whirs ]

[ Sighs ]

Thank you.

"Thank you."

Jack, you're way off
on this one.

I don't think so.

My witness says
the killer was balding

and had a limp.

Well, your witness was wrong.

Jack...
put down your gun.

If he's telling the truth
and he didn't kill Jason,

then who the hell did?

I don't know yet,
but I promise you...

we will find out.

[ Breathing shakily ]

[ Grunts, sighs ]

[ Sighs ]

Bob...

Someone is targeting
our old detail.

Somebody broke into my trailer
last week.

What?

I was asleep.
I heard a noise.

I pulled my .45.
The guy took off running.

- Did you get a look at him?
- No, it was too dark.

Tried climbing over
my back fence, and he fell.

Barbed wire took a hunk of flesh
and a scrap of clothing.

You wouldn't...
still have that?

[ Ringing ]
Come on, Sean! Pick up!

What the hell?!

[ Engine clunks, sputters ]

No!

No, no, no, no, no, no.
You got to be kidding me.

[ Sighs ]

[ Engine stops ]

[ Engine sputters ]

[ Sighs ]

Stupid...

[ Siren chirps ]

[ Grunts ]

Looks like
you could use a hand.

I think I may have
run out of gas.

[ Chuckles ]

Well, the station's
4 Miles from here.

I can run you down there,
if you like.

Thank you.
You're a real lifesaver.

Come on out.

Filled her up
right before I left.

Don't know how that happened.

Oh, road's bumpy out here,

[ groans ]

Might've jarred
something loose.

Happens all the time.

Man: Unit 7. Come in, 7.
State your location.

Aren't you gonna answer that?

I'll go off the clock till
we get you back on the road.

[ Inhales sharply ]

Middleburg.

You're a long way from home.

Lucky for you.

[ Gun cocks ]

Give me your weapon, please,
Miss Maxwell.

They left that
on the barbed wire.

Part of a pant leg.

Look at the piping.
It's from some kind of uniform.

A Virginia State Trooper
uniform.

Benny was right.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

Oh, no.

What is it?

Text from my partner.
She's in trouble.

Jack!

Bob, watch your back.
I'll call you.

Why are you doing this, Martin?

Secret Service took my son.

Showing them what it feels like
to lose someone they love.

Why me?

So Sean King can feel
what I felt.

Aaaaaaah!

[ Grunts ]

Got it. Thank you. Middleburg
State Police Dispatch

says they got a car
out of radio contact.

Michelle's GPS should still be
activated. Where is she?

This puts her at mile marker 44,
Rustic Highway.

We're about a quarter of a mile
from there and closing.

Sean: Michelle!

[ Gunshots ]

Jack, cover the road.

[ Grunts ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

Martin!
Drop the gun!

King!

You want to do it this way,
that's fine. Take you both out.

She had nothing to do with it.
Ray, I was there.

I know what happened
to your son.

It was a drug overdose.

You're lying!
You all didn't have his back!

We did, Ray. We had his back.
We all had his back.

But Bradley died
of a drug overdose.

We all thought
he was acting erratic.

We went down to Mexico.
He slipped away from the detail.

He scored some bad dope.

Not Bradley! No way!

Listen to me.
No way!!

Listen to me, Ray.
Listen to me.

We found your boy
on the floor

with a needle in his arm.

And we covered it up.

We did that.

We did that. That's why
it never smelled right, Ray.

But we did it
because we wanted Bradley

to be remembered as a hero.

As a hero, not...

You son of a bitch!

You son of a...

[ Grunts ]

[ Panting ]

Do you ever answer your phone?

Well, I was a little busy.

Oh.

[ Police radio chatter ]

See you at the car?

Got another call.

And another collar.

Double murder...
not bad on the résumé.

Still tired
of getting these calls.

Get used to it, Rigby.
We're not going anywhere.

My patience is wearing thin.

You hearing me?

Nah.
They're not hearing me.

So, about our team dynamic...

King and Maxwell.

Good answer.

I always say that.

Kind of sad
that I was your only loved one.

Really?
You have no one else?

'Course I do.

Who?
Give me a name.

My Aunt Maureen, in Texas.

Kansas.

She might've moved to Florida.

Oh, God.
This is sad.

- I had an Aunt Rose.
Aunt Rose?

This is depressing.
Now I'm gonna cry, Sean.

You have no family.
[ Chuckles ]

It's like
he's looking through me.

It's because he is.

Oh, and, by the way...

National Zoo.

What? Where?

Panda house.

You did it
in front of the pandas?

Somebody had to.

It's hotter
when they're endangered.

Edgar:
How does it work, Sean?

How does what work?

Protecting people.

Ritter.

[ Sighs ]

It's all about
the security matrix, Edgar.

The security matrix
at an event like Ritter's

is like a ballet.

Every agent plays their part.

The room is broken up
into a grid.

Each agent is assigned
their position.

[ People screaming ] That
position is their world.

They don't exist
outside of that world.

That one.

Bob Scott...
he was on the detail.

His eyes are wrong, Sean.

[ Shouting stops ]

[ Click ]

Ritter:
Thank you very much.

[ Gunshots, people screaming ]