Person of Interest (2011–2016): Season 2, Episode 3 - Masquerade - full transcript

Finch's recent abduction and captivity by Root has affected his psyche, which may or may not be helped by adjusting to life with his new roommate. Despite Finch's problems, the machine still dispenses numbers, the latest being for twenty-one year old Sofia Campos, the daughter of Brazilian diplomat and aspiring Brazilian presidential candidate, Hector Campos. Following Sofia may be Reese's biggest challenge to date, as she is a smart but spoiled young woman with a mind of her own who dislikes the overly protected life of a diplomat and potential presidential candidate's daughter. She would rather go shopping on her own, or clubbing or hanging out with her friends, most specifically her best girlfriend Gabi, and her American boyfriend, Jack Hughes, of whose existence her protective father is unaware. Reese figures the best way to stay close to Sofia is to get a job as her bodyguard. As Sofia tries to lose Reese at every turn, she may inadvertently set herself up to that unknown threat, which may come from the people she least expects. Meanwhile, Carter and Fusco continue their investigation into Alicia Corwin's death. In doing so, Carter runs into an old nemesis.

You are being watched.

The government has
a secret system...

a machine...

that spies on you
every hour of every day.

I designed the machine
to detect acts of terror,

but it sees everything...

violent crimes involving
ordinary people.

The government considers
these people irrelevant.

We don't.

Hunted by the authorities,
we work in secret.

You will never find us.



But victim or perpetrator,

if your number's up,
we'll find you.

2x03
Masquerade

[Phone rings]

He's making a play for it.

Wants to be the man in charge.

I got other ideas
of what to do with him.

[Grunts]

What about the loose ends?

I'll take care of them.

Harold.

Something you'd like to say
to me, Mr. Reese?

- Just if you ever want--
- No, I don't need

to talk about it.



I was gonna say if you
ever wanna grab a beer,

let me know.

I see it's sleeping here now.

Bear's friendly.
You'll like him.

Doesn't look like much
of a conversationalist.

Oh, he's not,
but if anyone ever messes

with you, he'll eat 'em.

Oh, sorry.

Thought I got everything.

We have a new number.

Sofia Campos.
21.

Daughter of Hector Campos.

He's a Brazilian diplomat--

At the consulate here
in New York, I know.

As the family member
of a diplomat,

she's assigned a transient
social security number.

It's good to have you back.

Sofia was born in Sao Paulo,

educated in Switzerland.

She speaks six languages.
[Camera snapping]

Her mother died of cancer
five years ago.

Sofia deferred admission
to Oxford.

Traveled with her father
to three different postings...

Berlin, Milan, Moscow.

Her father's political party
took some heat

for fraud in the last election.

Her country's no stranger

to politically motivated
kidnappings.

There are whisperings
that Hector will run

for the Brazilian presidency
this year.

If somebody wanted
to get at dad,

they might go after Sofia.

That explains the bodyguard.

Heel.
Now, stay.

If you follow me around
like a puppy,

I'll treat you like one.

Spoiled bitch.

Sofia's bodyguard
didn't clear the store

before she went inside.

He may be part of the problem.

Or just inept,
but the way Sofia treats people,

it's no stretch to believe
that someone wants her dead.

♪ I see the way
that you be looking at me ♪

♪ I wore my outer planetary
boots intentionally ♪

♪ I wanna ♪

♪ I wanna ride
on my audio flight ♪

Excuse me.
So sorry.

♪ Talk about how
we be floatin' around ♪

♪ okay, everybody's flyin' ♪

♪ I just can't get down ♪

♪ talk about how ♪

♪ we be floatin' around ♪

Excuse me, sir.

I'm gonna need you
to empty your pockets.

♪ I'm a space girl
running through your galaxy ♪

What the hell?

- Finch.
- You've gotta be kidding me.

I think Sofia's
gonna need a new bodyguard.

[Indistinct chatter]

[Clears throat]

Hey, you wanna,
uh, get a Danish?

No, thanks.

I caught that gang shooting
out in Queens.

How about some Cheetos?

Okay, Fusco, what's up
with you and your box?

I found it in that government
lady Corwin's hotel room.

And here I thought

all the evidence
in her case disappeared.

What is that?

It looks like one
of those gadgets

the vet used
on my kid's labrador,

you know, one
of those microchip readers?

Why would Corwin keep
something like that

in her hotel room?

As far as I'm concerned,

the only reason
we got involved in this

was to get four eyes back,

and he's back.

Why keep digging?

'Cause we're detectives.

Well, the one thing I learned
along the way

is to know
when not to ask questions.

You want me to take that
off your hands, Detective?

Trust me on this.

Whatever level these guys
are playing at,

we're not there.

All set for your interview,
Mr. Reese?

Just checkin' out
the competition.

Good.

The consulate conducted
a background check

on your credentials
that was strenuous.

Let me guess, you had
to buy another security company.

And a credit bureau.

I will try to make you proud.

John Randall?

I'll need
to see your identification.

Oops, wrong one.

Nope, that's his.

Wrong again.

Ah, here we go.

Uh, I'm sorry.
I'm--

Show Mr. Randall
to my office.

If these other men can't keep
track of their own wallets,

how can they keep track
of my daughter?

Sofia's gone through half
a dozen bodyguards this year,

and no one can keep up
with her.

Not even consulate security?

They are Brazilian,

susceptible
to political bribery,

spying, feeding gossip
to the press.

I want to be clear,
Mr. Randall.

My daughter
is the light of my life,

but she's also impossible.

I've handled
some difficult assignments.

I can see that.

Guarding convoys in Iraq,

K and R work in Yemen.

Eh, but you haven't
met my daughter.

Ah, Sofia.

Meet a new candidate
for bodyguard position.

No.
Squinty eyes.

He can't be trusted.

Mr. Randall,
you are hired,

but if her privacy
is compromised--

- I'll fire myself.

My father hired you, but try
to remember you work for me.

Pai, aren't you supposed to be

at dinner
with the Russian consul?

[Speaking russian]
But why would anyone

ever expect a Brazilian
to ever be on time?

I thought our reservation
was for 8:00.

Of course you did.
[Chuckles]

Will you join us, Sofia?

_

[Speaking Russian]

This big oaf never realized
he was hired to baby-sit you.

[Laughs] You two
should get along splendidly.

Excuse us one second.
Did he agree to meet with me?

It seems Miss Sofia's

a bit more than window dressing,
Mr. Reese.

Yes.

If Hector runs for president,

she could be
his best campaign asset,

and she's smart enough to keep

her phone's wi-fi
and bluetooth turned off.

You'll have to get her phone
and activate it manually.

That might be impossible.

It's glued to her thumbs.

Do you care to join us,
mi querida?

It seems someone has already
given me a headache, pai.

I'm going to take a bath
and go to bed.

Come.

My driver's outside.

[Sighs]

Shall I bring the car around?

Finch, there are two men
watching us,

and I'm about
to introduce myself.

[Tires screeching]

BMW SUV,
356-Charlie.

You know, partial plates
take time to trace.

What's the problem, Finch?

You got somewhere else to be?

No.
No, not really.

Cut it off right here, ladies.

[David Guetta and Sia's
Titanium playing]

Hi, sweetie.

Sorry, had to wait
for my father

to bridge the Cold War
with the Russians.

- Who's your friend?
- He's not my friend.

He's my new bodyguard.

Hi, I'm Gabi.
Enchante.

He's cuter than the last one.

He's a pain in the ass.
[Clears throat]

No way.

I come with,
or we both go home,

eat some ice cream while you
teach me the cyrillic alphabet.

Fine,

but you must loosen that tie

and do something
about your hair.

What's wrong with my hair?

It's trying too hard.
[Chuckles]

♪ I am Titanium ♪

♪ ♪

- Any luck with that plate?
- No.

This distraction
that you've adopted

keeps interrupting my work.

♪ ♪

♪ I am Titanium ♪

[Dog moaning]

[Dog whines]

What's Sofia doing?

Her seventh vodka shot.

Do you plan to intervene?

I'm here to protect,
not discipline.

Besides, it's not
like she's dancing on the--

♪ ♪

Can you see
my hand up her skirt?

I got it.
I got it!

[Phone shatters] Hey, man.

What's your problem?

Finch, if this keeps up,

the biggest threat
to Sofia is gonna be me.

Oh!

Get your damn hands off of me.

What do you think you're doing?

He attacked a harmless man,
humiliated me.

We must fire him.

Did anyone photograph
my daughter's behavior?

Absolutely not.

Then you are doing exactly
what I pay you to.

Thank you,
Mr. Randall.

The Japanese energy secretary
will be here at noon.

Your attendance is expected.

Finch, Hector's stepping up
his photo opportunities.

Brazilian news outlets
are speculating

that he's preparing
to announce his candidacy.

Which will make Sofia
more of a target

than she already is.

Get the car.
We're going shopping.

[Phone pad tones]

[Phone rings]

An RFID reader.
[Ringing continues]

So where's the chip?

[Phone beeps]

Carter.

Good morning, Detective.

How are you holding up?

I'm better.
Listen.

I understand
that you went out of your way

to help John track me down,
and I thank you.

No problem.

John's not his usual cheery self
without you around.

Did you get the partial plate
I sent?

Oh, yeah.

656, Charlie, Delta, Zeta.

Registered
to a car rental company

taken out of JFK yesterday.

Thank you, Detective.

Were you able
to obtain Sofia's phone?

My hands are full
at the moment.

[Dog barks]

Sofia, it's almost noon.

One more dress.

You're holding at least five.

Wait here.

What happened to,
"protect, not discipline?"

Sofia happened.

[Dog panting]

[Dog scrambling]

What was that noise, Finch?

What noise?
I didn't hear anything.

We may have a slight problem.

To track Sofia's GPS signal,
I had to access

her provider's cell tower.

Sofia is on the move.

It appears she's given you
the slip, Mr. Reese.

Uh, how were you planning
to pay for these, sir?

This should cover it.

She's a block over
on 14th Street.

- Just get in the car.
- Got trouble, Finch.

Looks like I'm gonna have
to take out...

Oh, you're bad.

Sorry about the other night,
gorgeous.

Her boyfriend.

Please.
Let me take you to lunch.

I can't, I promised my father

I'd be back
at the consulate by noon.

And I promised you
bottomless mimosas

at that bistro
you love downtown.

You're the one
who bailed the other night.

What about tonight?

I promised Gabi a girl's night.

I'm Jack.

You must be the new guy.

I'll call you.

Your father doesn't know
about your boyfriend, does he?

He wouldn't understand,

and you don't either.

One photo opportunity,
and you miss it.

The Japanese were insulted.

It was my fault.

We hit traffic.

Make sure you don't run
into any traffic

tomorrow night.

Sofia's not to miss
a welcoming party

for the Brazilian president.

Thank you.

My father would want me
to date someone less American.

I work for you, remember?

[Phone beeps]

I'm here to check
on that body I called you about.

Corwin, Alicia.
Just give me a minute.

I'll log it in
and take you back.

Thanks, Rick.

Agent Snow?

Detective Carter.

Shouldn't sneak up on me
like that.

You're looking for John?

I don't think you're gonna
find him in the morgue.

Appreciate the advice,
Detective,

but I'm no longer looking
for your friend.

I was reassigned.

That's a shame.

It truly is.

You hurt your leg?

Old mistake.

Comes back
to haunt me now and then.

You take care now.

Who was that man here to view?

Same case you are,
Alicia Corwin.

I need to see that body.

She's been in cold storage
for a week.

2-inch incision
on her upper arm.

Is that standard autopsy
procedure?

Nope, it's not.

No swelling, no clotting,
and no record of it

in the ME's report,
which means it must've happened

after the autopsy
was performed.

You memorize the report,

or you just know that
off the top of your head?

No, but your friend
who was just here,

he asked me
the very same question.

I was able to hack
the rental car company

that your visitors used.

The BMW was rented
to a Gustavo Lira,

a private investigator
from Sao Paulo.

[Phone vibrates]

Sofia's calling Gabi.

Hey.

Are you okay?
You sound distracted.

Something's happened to that
guy Paul from the other night.

- Paul.
- Look, I can't talk right now.

I'll tell you tonight
at the club.

No Paul in Sofia's contacts.

I'll try to figure out
who she's talkin' about.

Anyone else
we should be looking at?

Well, we know that Hector
doesn't approve

of Sofia's boyfriend Jack.
[Whistles]

[Dog barks]
Hector's political party

stresses socioeconomic equality
for all.

While his own daughter
runs around town

with a trust fund kid.

I'm going clubbing.

Thought I'd use the front door
for a change.

Excellent choice.

[Tapping phone]

Gabi's not responding
to Sofia's texts,

and she said
she couldn't talk earlier.

Maybe she had company.

So do we.

Same guys from before.

Finch, I may have a problem.

Gustavo Lira
isn't an assassin, Finch.

He's a paparazzo.

- Hey, give me that back.
- What are you doing?

Your father said no pictures.

[Tires screeching] Hey!

[Phone pad tones]

[Line rings]

Hello?

Uh, yeah, Detective Carter
from NYPD Homicide.

I was looking
for an Agent Mark Snow.

Is this his cell?

[Click]

Hello?

[Click]

Detective Carter, have you
had contact with Agent Snow?

Yeah, I saw him yesterday.

Where did this sighting
take place?

Who am I speaking with?

We'll be in touch.

[Dial tone] [Phone beeps]

[Techno music playing]

♪ ♪

Gabi's not here, Finch.

She was supposed
to meet Sofia an hour ago.

Something's not right.

Finch, I think
I found our threat,

and they're not photographers.

How can you tell?

The gun was a pretty good hint.

[Grunting]

[Grunting]

[Grunting]

[Gunshot] Ahh!

[Screaming]

Oh, my God, what's going on?

[Shutter snapping]

Had enough fun for one night?

Got the pictures you sent.

Just so happens these men
fit the description

of some guys
who got their asses kicked

at Club 225 tonight.

You wouldn't know anything
about that, would you?

Not my scene.

Did you notice the scars
on the back of their necks?

Branding. Some gangs
use it as an initiation.

I'll try to find out which one
uses this particular scar.

Moqueca de ovos.

My favorite.

How did you know?

An inside source.

If you hadn't
been there tonight--

Did you recognize any of the
other men over there tonight?

I've never seen them.

Friends of Gabi's, maybe.

Oh, God.
Gabi.

She was supposed
to meet me tonight.

- The shooting, I--
- I looked.

She wasn't there.

Gabi wanted to talk
about this Paul.

Who is he?

Paul Romano, I think.

We partied with him Saturday.

- Where?
- At first, the club.

Jack went home.
He wasn't feeling well.

I was angry with him
for leaving,

so when Paul invited us back
to the penthouse,

Gabi and I went,

but nothing happened
between Paul and me.

I found Paul Romano.

Failed club promoter
with a couple of arrests

for selling designer drugs.

What does a small-time
drug dealer in New York

have to do with
a Brazilian election, Finch?

Maybe nothing.
I'm not sure

her father's politics
have gotten her into trouble.

I'm beginning to think
that Sofia's choice

of drinking companions has.

Hmm. I wanna talk
to this Paul Romano.

It could prove challenging.

Paul Romano jumped out of his
penthouse late Saturday night.

NYPD's calling it suicide.

Sofia, was there anyone else

in the penthouse
with you that night?

Me, Gabi, Paul.

Then this guy showed up.
He was--

things got weird, tense,

so Gabi and I got out of there.

Can you describe
this other guy who was there?

Gabi took a video on my phone.

Say it in Russian.
[Speaking Russian]

[Chuckles] Now Italian.

That's one of our friends
from the nightclub.

Uh, you think Paul
had something to do with this?

Unlikely.

Paul's dead.

Police think
he committed suicide

the same night
that you were with him.

If Paul committed suicide,

then why would those men
be after me?

If he committed suicide,

they wouldn't be.

You can place this guy
at the scene.

Not just me.
Gabi.

I need to find her.
She might be in danger too.

I'll call a friend on the
police force to check on her.

They'll be able
to track her cell phone.

We need to find her now.

No, you need to stay here.

Someone just tried to kill you.

She's my friend.
I'm going.

You can't stop me.

Okay, but when we get there,
you stay in the car.

[Dog barks]

[Dog whines]

[Phone rings]

[Ringing continues]

- Carter.
- Detective, is this a bad time?

[Groans] No.
I, uh-- I just ran into someone

I hadn't seen in a while.

I ID'd the branding
on those bangers from Club 225.

They're 14th Street mafia.

Thank you, Detective.

Now, if you could just check
your email...

You recognize the man
on the right?

Paul Romano.
Designer drug peddler

who allegedly committed suicide
four nights ago.

You don't sound convinced.

The penthouse cameras were
conveniently malfunctioning.

The other guy was with Paul
before he jumped.

- Do you recognize him?
- No.

But that branding he's got means
he's 14th Street mafia too.

I'll work on getting
a new name.

Also, we need you
to track a cell phone,

a girl who may know something
about Paul's murder

and who may be in trouble.

I'll take care of it.

Would you like to go
for a walk?

[Dog groans]

Well, let's get a leash.

[Dog pants]

I suppose
you'll want some treats.

[Dog pants]

Carter, tell me you found Gabi.

She never came home last night.

Tracked her cell
to 31st and 1st,

so I came down to find her.

Gabi's here.

Great.
We're on our way.

That's not a good idea, John.

I recognized the address
as soon as it came up.

31st and 1st
is the city morgue.

Couple uniforms
found her body downtown.

I'm sorry.

Sofia wanted some air.

I took her to the only place

in the city
you can actually find any.

How is she taking the news?

About as well
as can be expected.

Her best friend was murdered,
and she blames herself.

Listen, Finch,

I need you to come
keep an eye on Sofia.

She's not safe

with me if I'm out looking
for Gabi's killer.

Not a problem.
I'll be there shortly.

[Dog groans]

[Dog barks]

[Dog panting]

So we'll just--

we'll just go outside.

[Dog panting]

[Horn honks]

[Indistinct chatter]

[Heart beating] [Horn honks]

[Traffic]

[Sirens wail]

[Horns honking]

[Panting]

[Dog barks]

Mr. Reese,

I seem to be having a bit
of a complication.

I'm afraid
I won't be able to meet you.

No problem, Harold.

I'll call Fusco.

I'm sure he's got
nothing better to do.

I can't go back
to the consulate.

My father,
he'll make me play host

to the Brazilian president.

I should be out there
finding the bastard

who killed my friend.

That's for the police, Sofia,

not you.

You know, that night, Gabi
didn't even want to come out.

She came out
because I said we had to.

We just had to.

It's not your fault.

You were at the wrong place
at the wrong time.

They're all the wrong places.

I've been lost for so long.

I thought maybe
if I kept looking,

I might find somewhere
that made me feel happy.

I never thought anyone
would get hurt.

I've spent some time
feeling lost.

What changed?

Someone found me,

told me I needed a purpose.

Sounds like a good friend.

He is.

Come on.

Detective Fusco
will be looking after you

at your father's party
tonight, Sofia.

[Giggles] Yeah.

I get it.

I'm not as tall as him,
maybe not as fast.

Go ahead, make fun of me.
I can take it.

You look like my uncle Jacobo.

We call him the garanhao.

What's that supposed to mean?

Stud. He has great luck
with the ladies.

Don't let her out
of your sight.

What's this, my first trip
to the rodeo?

So you like falafel?

I got an ID on your mystery man

from the video.

Gang unit ID'd
Montgomery Spencer, AKA Monty.

Record for assault
and possession with intent.

What's his connection
to Paul Romano?

That's what
doesn't check out for me.

Up until six months ago,

Romano was selling
small amounts

of club drugs to his friends,

but word is Paul started moving

huge quantities
of designer drugs.

Maybe if Monty
was his supplier,

Paul tried
to renegotiate his end.

I'd say the negotiations

- didn't go his way.
- Maybe.

I still don't understand
how these two

wind up in bed together.

Monty might have had the hookup
to the supplier,

and Romano the client base,

but neither of them
had the money to bankroll it.

So they had a silent partner.

I don't know,
but I got an address

to the bar
where Monty and his pals

like to spend some time in.

Figured we'd go
and ask him in person.

Thanks, Carter.

[Classical music playing]

♪ ♪

Isn't that your daughter?

Sofia, where have you been?

Is everything okay?

It's okay.
I just--

Come.
[Phone rings]

An old friend from Brazil
wants to say hello.

- This is my daughter, Sofia.
- Hi.

[Phone rings] _

You know, you don't write.
You don't call.

I mean, I'm a big guy,
but I am sensitive.

It's good to talk
to you too, Detective.

Is our friend safe?

A target-rich environment.
Lots of people.

That's why I've accessed
the museum's security cameras,

and having seen the kitchen,
I'd advise you

to stay away
from the shrimp puffs.

- Why don't you wait in the car?
- Why don't you wait in the car?

- Give me 3 1/2 minutes.
- Oh, please.

There are at least ten guys
in there.

Okay, four minutes.

[Car door shuts]

[Indistinct chatter]
[Glass shatters]

[Groans]

Thank you
for the fine hospitality

you have shown my country's
distinguished president.

Since he is here, I think
it's time to announce

that I will be running
for the Brazilian presidency

this year.

[Indistinct chatter]

You okay?

I just want a moment alone.

I'll be right
on the other side of this door.

[Phone rings]

Sorry, I'm at the party.

Come meet me.

Uh, I don't know.

You promised me tonight.

I-I don't know
if I can get out.

You don't have to.

I'm right outside.

[Grunting]

[Gunshot]

I got bored sitting in the car,

and it took you longer
than four minutes.

Well, this guy hit me
over the head with a neon sign.

Not very sportsmanlike,

and none of them
want to tell me

where to find their pal Monty.

Yeah, that's why
you should ask them

before you
knock them out, John.

Mr. Reese,
there was another man

at Paul Romano's penthouse
that night,

Sofia's boyfriend Jack Hughes.

He's the bankroller.

Fusco's with Sofia.

Let him know.

Detective Fusco?

Where is Sofia?

Powdering her nose.

No, she isn't.

I'm afraid you're
in the wrong place, Mr. Reese.

[Indistinct chatter]

Taxi!
[Horn honks]

I'm really sorry
about this, babe.

Sorry?

I don't understand.

Sorry, babe.

Why?

Times are tough.

I ran through my trust fund
and needed money.

Monty had the product.

I hooked him up with Paul
to move it,

but Paul got greedy.

You had Paul killed.

No,
Monty gave Paul a choice--

give us the money,
or go out the window.

Did Monty give you a choice?

You or me?

Something like that.

Sorry, baby.

You're just
a beautiful loose end.

Give me your phone,

now.

Say it in Russian.
[Speaking Russian]

[Chuckles] Now Italian.

Did you send or show this
to anyone?

Good.

[Gasps]
Okay, bozo, show's over.

Come on, darling.
Get out of the car.

I'm just gonna find her again
after I shoot you.

[Grunting]

[Gunshot]

Are you kidding?

Look at you.

What do you think,
you're gonna outrun me?

Let me mull that over a sec.

Yep, I'm pretty sure
I can outrun ya.

Thanks, Carter.

Are you hurt?
[Groans]

I'm fine.

Did you find Jack?

Not yet.

The 11:00 flight.

To the Caymans, that's right.

[Shrieking] Oh, God!
Ahh!

Okay, it was Monty.
I swear.

He's unleashed, okay?

He was the one who wanted

to tie up the loose ends,
not me.

Paul was never even supposed
to die.

Oh!

Please.
What do you want from me?

Is this a shakedown?

No.
This is a breakup.

Sofia, should I drop him?

[The Black Keys'
She's Long Gone playing]

Oh, my God!

Not yet.

You killed my only friend.

That was so not my idea, baby.

Just like selling me out
to Monty wasn't your idea?

I told you he gave me a choice,

you or me.

You have him.
I knew you'd be okay.

I will be okay.

♪ She was made
to blow you away ♪

♪ she don't care ♪

♪ what any man say ♪

Get in.

That was fulfilling.

- Thank you.
- No problem.

Have you thought
about what you'll do next?

I will be returning
to Brazil with my father

for the election.

Guess I can't talk you
into relocating?

New York's my home...

for now.

You've taken
very good care of me.

♪ ♪

Night.

Detective Carter,
did you call the CIA

regarding Mark Snow?

I called his cell, yes.

You had contact with Mark Snow.

Last I checked,
Snow was yours to keep tabs on,

not mine.

You lose him?

I'd say talk
to his partner Evans,

except the guy was found dead
in a hotel five weeks ago.

Think I've done enough
of your job for you.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

♪ ♪

♪ her eyes ♪

♪ they're rubies and pearls ♪

♪ she's not made ♪

Dropped by the morgue.

Got something
off Corwin's body.

Is it what we thought?

Took a preliminary look at it.

I think we have a big problem.

How soon can you get here?

♪ ♪

[Door opens]

♪ She was made ♪

♪ to blow you away ♪

♪ she don't care ♪

Corwin's dead.

Not sure you're the best judge
of that, Mark.

I mean, you thought
I was dead too.

Always been
a bit of an optimist.

You wanna know
who told her to send you

and your pal Reese to China,

you'll have to ask her
really loudly.

Shame.

Guess you'll have to run
a few more errands for me.

[Clears throat]

I gotta tell ya,
our line of work,

you meet a lot
of disturbed people,

but you, Kara?

You were always
in a class all by yourself.

[Chuckles]

Be careful.

Wouldn't wanna hurt
my feelings.

I might forget you down here.

♪ Her lashes flap ♪

♪ and they smack men back ♪

♪ like springs bouncing
off of her curls ♪

♪ oh, yeah ♪

♪ she's long ♪

♪ long gone ♪

♪ ♪

It's time we went
for that beer.

I need to wrap things up here.

Things here can wait.

Does it have to be beer?