01x07 - Out of the Past

[bunniefuu]

[Rain pattering]

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[Bell jingles]

[Jingling]

So what's it gonna be?

[Crashing]

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[Groans]

Get the hell out of my store!

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All right. Let's see what we've got here.

Ouch.

I know it hurts right now, but it will be over soon.

All right.

Why don't you lie back...

Good girl.

And tell me which one do you think is the cutest, okay?

[Both chuckling quietly]

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I'm going on fumes!

Didn't this used to be a donut joint?

Nah, they closed that place.

I'll catch up to you in a bit!

Greetings!

Yeah, it was a lovely morning, until now.

What do we have?

A bit of a mess, I'm afraid.

Shop owner's name is Hank Cousineau.

Opened up every day like clockwork, except for the past week, it's been a little more sporadic.

So he broke his pattern. I wonder why.

Well, so did the neighboring shopkeepers.

When they noticed that he didn't bring in today's paper, one of them called it in.

Said Cousineau was cantankerous.

A curmudgeon.

Well, somebody agreed in a big way.

Hey, Betts.

Good weekend?

Uh, long story short...

Tears. Not mine.

In the meantime...

Nice to see you too, Oscar.

Okay. Laceration to the artery. No w*apon found.

Impact point of spatter starts here.

Low...

Sitting.

For a while.

Substantial blood loss onto his chest before falling forward.

Then he bled out onto the floor.

Self-inflicted?

No. Slice is too clean.

No signs of struggle or binding.

Maybe he was drugged.

Well, you gotta give a girl a chance to do her job.

Okay, so...

What we know now is, a k*ll like this...

You maintain eye-contact.

To do that, that's control.

Whoever k*lled him wanted to watch him die.

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Motive 01x07
Out Of The Past
Original Air Date March 21,2013

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[Flash pops]

Well, this one seems to be all about the k*ll.

I mean, other than that copy of Penthouse you pocketed, nothing seems to be stolen.

I didn't steal a Penthouse!

I... [sputters] Maybe I flipped through a copy of Better Homes and Gardens.

I put it back!

It had a gazebo on the cover.

Mary and I have been talking about getting one.

Gazebo, huh?

Yeah! Yeah, but it's been hard, you know?

See, Mary would like something that's child-friendly for, you know, down the road.

Now, I would just like something that's barbecue-adjacent so I've got a little cover when it rains.

She doesn't like the barbecue being so close to the house because she says the smell of meat gets in the curtains, so it's...

[Sighs heavily] It's complicated stuff.

How long you been married?

Six months.

[Register beeps, drawer rumbles]

Register is full.

Didn't even take the scratch'n'wins.

You know, when they say that you have a one-in-five chance of winning, 37 out of 38 of that one chance...

Hold that thought, rainman. There's no security cameras?

There's not even a hidden alarm button.

Just this lumber.

He's a former soldier, right?

Looks like Hank Cousineau took security into his own hands.

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[Thumps stack down]

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[Water splashing]

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What are you scrubbing in for?

Right. I'm not scheduled.

[Sighs as water stops]

Sorry. I'm not myself today.

You got a minute?

Yeah.

So, there's been a g*ng coming around, demanding protection money from the shopkeepers.

Let me guess. Hank was the only one that didn't pay up?

He was livid with the idea of giving in.

Well, you tell us who they are, it all goes away.

I've been trying here, Flynn. We're wasting our time.

Obviously, these people don't care.

Why should we?

Okay. We have their license number.

You got to do that "bad cop" thing one of these days.

Come on, you love it.

Bad cop is always hotter.

That's true.

You know what would really be hot?

I do.

So are you gonna run this plate for me?

Yeah. That's not what I meant.

[Laughs]

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Cheese?

All right. Good, good. Okay. Take a wobbly noodle.

Wobbly noodle.

Okay.

Yeah.

Put that on top.

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No, no. Wait. Not that one.

Beautiful. Okay. Another one. Another one.

Cheese. Cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese. Now the cheese.

Okay.

Hey.

Hey, mom.

Mm.

Well, one of the perks of sabbatical is homemade lasagna.

Everything okay, sweetie?

Everything is fine.

Did you lose one today?

Is it that obvious?

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Hey, hey, hey.

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Come here.

Cheese.

Angie: You got a list of priors longer than my visa bill.

We have witnesses who put your car at that scene.

I want to talk to my lawyer.

Absolutely.

But listen, I'm a homicide cop.

I'm trying to solve a m*rder.

I don't care about your little shakedown scheme.

Hank Cousineau didn't pay up. We know that.

He's crazy, dude. Couple hundred bucks a week wasn't worth it, I swear.

Oh, so it's true.

We pulled a bunch of knives off you and your crew.

Just to be on the safe side, we're gonna test them for blood.

If any of them come back with the victim's...

Look, we swung by his place last week.

He went mental on us.

Cracked my occipital bone!

That's a four-syllable word. Good for you.

[Door opens]

Lucas! Book this guy.

I told you, we didn't do it!

Extortion? Yeah, you did.

You said you didn't care about that!

I don't.

But I do. Let's go.

See? The bad cop's always hotter.

So what do we do?

We're gonna wait out the m*rder charge.

Well, let's see what the knives come back with, but do you think they're our guys?

Hank b*at the crap out of them.

I mean, you don't think they'd want revenge?

The way that Cousineau was m*rder*d...

It was... it was with eye-contact, and intimacy...

Ange, cut to the chase.

This wasn't a grudge k*lling. This was up-close and personal.

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Have you eaten? [Yawning]

Yeah. Protein shake.

I, uh, put your credit card in your wallet.

Thank you.

And thank you for humoring your mom on picture day and wearing new clothes.

Couldn't imagine you being immortalized in that hoodie.

Hey. Don't rip on my hoodie.

How could I?

It's already been ripped within an inch of its life.

Remember, get lots of the wallet-sized ones, 'cause then I can send them to people.

Yeah, yeah.

Whoa! Whoa!

What's, uh, what's this?

Oh, crystal picked it out. She thinks it's hot.

Oh, yeah?

So, tell me about him.

He's famous.

For what?

I don't know. Having his face on a shirt?

Uh-huh.

[Sighs] Okay. Tell me the right answer.

I'm not telling you.

But I'm also not the one wearing his face around town.

So...

It's just a t-shirt, not a manifesto.

Oh. Okay, then.

[Door opens then closes]

Hospital just called...

To check on your schedule.

I asked Jude how she was holding up.

She said nobody d*ed yesterday.

Why would you lie?

Why would you lie to cover up the fact you didn't have to work late?

[Sighs heavily]

Here I thought I could get away with it.

I needed some time alone.

I went for a drive up the coast.

Sometimes, it's not as simple as a single death.

It's an accumulation of things.

I don't know what happened yesterday, but... I snapped.

I'm sorry.

Forgive me?

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Well, can you wait till I get home?

It's in my calendar.

All right. Hold on.

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His dentist appointment is Tuesday morning, okay?

Love you. Bye.

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Forensics came back on the g*ng's knives.

Found lots of blood traces, but no match to Hank Cousineau.

Besides, I could have told you the throat slit was not made by a street Kn*fe.

Yeah.

Go ahead, say "I told you so."

No, I'm a better person than that.

Was he drugged?

Standard tox screen was spotless.

So, what? He just sat there and he let someone slit his throat?

Was there anything else at the crime scene?

Well, he might've been held at gunpoint.

Yeah, but are you gonna let someone slash your throat before you take a b*llet?

Maybe someone snuck up on him?

No, the blood spatter's not right for a surprise.

Plus, I'm thinking, someone slashes your throat, first thing you're gonna do...

But his palms were clean.

Lucas: Medical discharge from the m*llitary, five years ago.

Post-traumatic stress disorder.

Yeah, well, PTSD didn't k*ll him.

I.T. pull anything off the computer?

I don't even think they've gotten to that yet.

Let's go play nice with them.

Let us know if you find anything.

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[Keys jangle]

[Horn honks]

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[Shutter snapping]

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Hang on a second.

Hey!

What do you think you're doing?

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Huh.

Guy gets a Brownie badge for not having any Cheetos under his front seat.

Hello! Our vic was a shutterbug.

Bag it.

We'll take it for processing.

"Park-A-Lot," 4260 Oak Street.

He was there every day last week.

I think the 4200-block is by the hospital.

Maybe he was visiting a patient.

Maybe he was a patient.

Or maybe we just wait until we talk to someone and then we'll actually know.

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[Snapping]

Let's see what we've got here.

Oh! What a mess.

Oh, my goodness! Look at this.

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Just go inside.

Go. I'll be right there.

It's you.

Um, yes, it is me, but I don't know this hockey player.

I'm sorry, I can't help you.

I don't smoke.

I quit, too.

Used to really help the nerves.

But I read this book, it said the only way to quit is to imagine yourself the kind of person that would never pick up a cigarette in the first place.

Just flip that switch, move on with your life in a new way.

Sound advice, isn't it?

Please, just go.

You've got a beautiful family.

Why do you get to have that, when so many don't?

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And your son there...

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What if someone took him?

Don't you dare... thr*aten my child.

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These are all for the same two stalls?

Yeah. Right here. Stalls 124 and 125.

Why these every time?

He was ex-m*llitary.

You know, maybe he liked routine.

Yeah...

We get a straight view to the hospital doors from these stalls.

Grab his camera.

Yeah.

[Phone rings]

Flynn.

I.T. has cracked the hard drive on Cousineau's computer.

Please tell me there's something other than his taxes on there?

There's also the software for doing his taxes.

[Groans] Oh, dammit.

All right. Thanks, Lucas.

Hey.

Well, looks like our victim was stalking that woman.

Not just her.

He was onto her whole family.

What's the latest?

Hank Cousineau appears to have been stalking this family.

We were able to I.D. her as a Dr. Monika Harper.

Husband is Desmond Harper.

And how does this family connect with the m*rder?

Well, we don't know yet.

But according to the date stamped on the photo, he's been staking them out for the last week.

Cousineau didn't have a family.

Could be he was trying to get one the wrong way.

We've applied to the m*llitary for access to his psych records.

Yeah, that might give us some insight into when things derailed for him.

Yeah. We anticipate getting those, um...

Never.

Well, what about this g*ng you processed?

They seem more like the k*lling type.

Mm-mm.

We got 'em on extortion, but...

m*rder's not their M.O.

What's your theory?

Well... the husband sees the vic staking them out.

Maybe the vic has P.T.S.D.

Maybe the husband reported him to the police.

We looked, he did not.

Mm-mm.

Maybe the husband took matters into his own hands.

Or maybe he paid someone to take out the trash.

We're going to see the Harpers.

All right. Just get me some good stuff, and we'll all get along.

Yes, sir.

Who's driving?

Rock, paper, scissors?

All right.

Okay.

What is that?

That's dynamite.

No. There's no dynamite. I'm driving.

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[Knocks]

Dr. Monika Harper?

Yes.

Is everything okay?

Desmond: See? That espresso-maker is very fast.

Thank you.

Thanks very much.

You know, our, uh, line of questioning may be inappropriate for, you know, younger ears.

Oh.

It has to do with this man, Hank Cousineau.

That's the man who scared you, mom.

Angie: He scared you?

Desmond: When?

You didn't know about this?

No. When was he here?

Go to your room.

Go.

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Last week.

I was in the newspaper, uh, photo with a hockey player, so I thought he was a crazy fan.

He was taking photos of Phillip and me in the park a few days ago.

I went to talk to him and he ran away.

Why didn't you report it?

Well, I didn't think he was targeting us.

Did either of you know him?

No.

So what do we do? Do we need a restraining order?

He was found m*rder*d yesterday morning.

m*rder*d? Oh, that's horrible.

So I hate to ask this, but I have to.

Can you account for your whereabouts yesterday morning?

We were home.

Yeah.

We were home.

Of course.

Well, thank you.

Vega: You've been very helpful. Thanks.

Angie: I'm gonna leave my, uh, business card, if anything comes to mind.

Thank you.

Thanks again.

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What's your read on them?

Picture-perfect.

Yeah, they're like those coffee-table books.

Nobody reads coffee-table books.

They're just for show.

What else is for show?

Family photos.

Did you notice there's no photos of her before their wedding?

Well, maybe she just doesn't have any.

Bigger question is, why did she lie?

Get Lucas on the horn.

Drill down a little deeper into the doctor's life.

Hey. m*llitary's giving us clearance to talk to Hank's psychologist.

We can get that couple's counselling we've been wanting.

Can't wait.

What if they find out you weren't at home?

Where did you drive to yesterday?

What?

Yesterday.

Where did you drive?

I mean, did you stop for gas?

Did anybody see you?

Is there any proof that you were anywhere but here?

Desmond.

This is me we are talking about.

I don't understand.

Why are you worrying?

This whole week...

I don't know what's happened to you.

Nothing!

What are you talking about?

Well...

You lie about pulling an extra shift.

You lie about a child dying, and then you lie about this guy, Hank!

Well, you didn't think to mention him either.

He was outside our house!

Phillip saw him!

I am trying to protect us, okay?

I can't take it when you're mad with me!

[Sighs] Ahh... This is, uh...

Deeply saddening.

I mean, Hank was responding well to the E.M.D.R. therapy.

It's rapid-eye movement, quite revolutionary.

We're just trying to get a handle on what kind of guy he was.

Well, he was an affable guy, he was well-liked, respected.

He coached in a kids' soccer league.

He loved being a soldier, making a difference.

That was before.

Before?

Bosnia. Almost 20 years ago.

He came back from that tour...

It was like all the life got sucked out of him.

Last time I saw him, he was agitated, he couldn't focus.

He was going on and on about taking responsibility for his actions.

What kind of actions?

I never had a chance to get him there during our discussions.

Did he ever mention a Dr. Monika Harper to you?

Or show you any photos?

No.

Are you sure?

Because we have reason to believe he was stalking her.

Stalking?

No, no. That's a surprise.

I mean, any hostility that Hank had was projected inwards.

What'd you pull up on Monika Harper?

Uh, maiden name is "Monika Sukova."

She'd been a pediatric surgeon at the Institute For The Care Of Mother And Child in Prague until she immigrated in 1995.

There's no priors here.

What about back home?

I've already put in a call to the Institute...

If she's an immigrant, this might open things up beyond our jurisdiction, right?

Yeah. We just think outside the box.

No. I like the box.

It's orderly, it's precise.

Guys. One more thing.

When I talked to the Institute in Prague, they told me that Monika Sukova d*ed about 20 years ago.

Cancer.

If Monika Sukova's dead, then who the hell's "Monika Harper"?

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Look. I'm just saying, we run this through immigration, let them to do the heavy-lifting.

No way. Monika Harper is in on this m*rder.

Her alibi was a total lie.

You said so yourself, you saw it.

Yeah, I saw that they were uncomfortable.

I mean, maybe she and Hank were having something on the side.

Now you're talking, but we got to do some digging.

That still doesn't answer my question about immigration.

You didn't phrase it as a question.

I'm sorry. What are we doing here? We're playing Jeopardy?

Now, that's a question.

Immigration would just slow us down.

I want to know who she really is.

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That afternoon in the park, how long were you there until you noticed Hank Cousineau?

About 20 minutes.

And was he alone?

As far as I could tell, yeah.

It was just you and your son?

Yes.

He looks so much like Monika, doesn't he?

Yeah. He does.

Such a cutie.

And, uh, is that, uh, Monika's mother?

That's my aunt.

Oh.

Apparently, he's too old for Toy Story now, so he's watching Iron Man.

God, they grow up so fast.

Yeah, they're like weeds.

It must be so shocking for your family back home every time they get a new photo of him.

Oh, Monika hasn't got any family.

Well, none that I know of.

I was raised in an orphanage.

Oh. So it's almost like your life didn't begin until you met Desmond.

Poetic... very mysterious.

Kind of like a romance novel.

Thank you for your time.

Oh, Monika.

Quietly: I forgot to mention.

I was looking for a connection between you and Hank Cousineau, so I called the hospital you used to work at in Prague, and your colleagues there seemed so surprised that you're doing so well.

I'll be in touch.

Monika, are you okay?

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I hate what this is doing to us.

They do this intentionally.

This is like home all over again.

What if we are in danger? Hmm?

What, us?

Yes!

I mean, who k*lled this man? Why?

He had pictures of us. Of our son!

We should go away.

Go?

All of us!

Go? Go where?

Yes. Anywhere but here.

You're scaring me.

Yes, because I'm scared.

Monika, is there...

Is there something that you want to tell me about?

[Sighs heavily]

I can't.

Not until we're far away from here.

Okay.

We'll go.

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Betty, as a doctor, how would you k*ll somebody?

Mm. Tsk.

My mother always said the best way was with kindness, but I'm a woman through and through.

Poisoning.

Yeah, but Hank Cousineau wasn't poisoned.

Tox screen was clear, right?

The standard tox screen was clear.

I could do a broader sweep, but who's going to authorize the eight-grand overage?

I will.

We don't want to run this by Boyd first, do we?

Um, no.

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So what do we know about Hank Cousineau's life?

What do we know about Monika Harper's life?

Where do they cross over?

He starts stalking her because he sees a photo in the paper.

He's building a dossier.

And why do you build a dossier?

To present a complete picture on someone.

Right. So who was he building it for?

Get out of here.

The police?

No. Hank Cousineau didn't even have a security system.

He had a bat. He wasn't gonna call the police.

All right. So... no police.

He was ex-m*llitary, so, maybe a higher authority?

Right. Bigger picture.

So she came here in '95. Where was he serving then?

[Footsteps]

[Chair creaks sharply]

Why am I getting an $8,000 bill from the morgue?

Because Monika Harper is living here under a false identity.

She's not in the morgue.

No, but the body there, we think she put it there.

Based on what, exactly?

Based on the fact that she was willing to k*ll to protect her life here.

You were right.

The second tox screen pinged on Succinylcholine.

And...

I found a puncture wound concealed in the throat-cut.

Smart.

So, this sukiyaki-choline, what does it do?

Paralyzes you in seconds.

But the body processes it so quickly, it doesn't show up on a basic-level tox screen.

You have to go further, find the metabolites...

Which I did.

Now, who would have access to a drug like that?

It's restricted, used as a muscle-relaxant in tracheotomies.

So, say...

Someone who worked in a hospital?

Go.

But the next unauthorized tox screen?

Comes out of your paycheck.

Find out where Hank Cousineau was serving in '95 and call me.

Hurry up!

And it's just instances of missing Succinylcholine you're looking for?

Have you checked Holy Cross?

I bet it's a mess there.

Well, you guys drew the short straw.

You know, I hope no one's using this stuff to knock themselves out, like ketamine.

If you inject this without being intubated, you're in big trouble.

This is not a recreational drug.

We're kind of just looking at it for the "big trouble" reasons.

Oh.

A vial went missing last week.

Huh. [Cell rings]

It's Lucas.

I'll just be one minute.

We're gonna need a record of that missing vial for our investigation.

Of course.

You know, I hope you realize this isn't something that happens regularly around here.

Well, we appreciate the work that you do, so thank you.

Really? Did you call it in? Oh, you've just made my day.

I'm gonna call you back in a second.

You've really been incredibly helpful.

Thank you so much.

Here's our card. Thanks.

Hey, what happened?

Lucas find a crossover?

Crossover? He found a landmine.

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This is the right move, isn't it?

It's going to be great.

Right, Phillip?

Ooh!

[Knocking at door]

This'll just take a minute of your time, and then you can, uh, carry on your way.

Why don't you and your son wait with Detective Lucas while my partner and I speak to your wife?

I would rather stay.

It's okay.

Go with the detective, downstairs.

We'll be just a moment.

Vega: After you.

Angie: I noticed you don't have any family photos of your life previous to moving here.

It got me thinking of the photos Hank Cousineau had of you.

This one.

This one...

These.

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He was putting together a file, to prove who you really are.

We have one more photo.

This one. Uh...

Got this from Interpol.

Desmond: What is this?

Angie: That's a photo from Bosnia, where your wife is from.

No. She's from Prague.

We can arrest you for the m*rder of Hank Cousineau, if you sign a confession right now.

Or we can let immigration send you back overseas.

You knew this guy?

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We had a ritual.

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Every day.

Come on, buddy. Come on. Come on.

You've got to do better than that.

Now, come on, dude.

Come on.

Give me one more. Come on.

[Monika laughs]

All right. Wait. Sorry. Hold on. Wait here.

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Hello, doctor.

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Doctor!

Doctors! It's ***.

He hurt his arm.

Can you help him?

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Even if she did know him, it doesn't mean she had anything to do with his m*rder.

July, '95, Serbian troops rolled into Srebenica, and everything changed overnight.

In just 11 days, 8,000 Muslim boys and men were k*lled.

Hank Cousineau was a U.N. Peacekeeper.

He couldn't intervene. He could only observe.

Yeah, he couldn't stop you back then, but he got a second chance when he saw that photo of you.

Dr. "Djerica Simonovic."

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I was a Serb doctor reporting to the Serbian army.

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I had my orders.

Tell me the boy is safe.

I can't tell you that.

But what I can tell you, he didn't suffer.

No...

No!

There was nothing I could've done for him.

He was Muslim.

There was nothing I could've done for any of them!

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Tell me she's lying.

Tell me this isn't you.

He was going to expose me.

Vega: You stood to lose everything.

So you stole dr*gs from the hospital, you incapacitated him, and you k*lled him, because he knew.

What did he know?

He walked into a movie halfway through, watched two minutes, and he had an opinion?

About ethnic cleansing?

The whole world does.

Well, I was born into this.

This is who I am!

Five years, 10 years, 20 years before, it was my mother, it was my aunts who were r*ped, who were m*rder*d!

It was my uncle who was sh*t in a field!

This conflict has been going on forever, for generations.

And those people you call "victims," we call "enemy."

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[Car alarm starts honking]

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How could you... k*ll... so many?

Why?

You chose to be a soldier.

You chose to go to w*r.

I did not.

I did what I had to for my people.

All these years...

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Your face...

Haunted me.

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[Hank gasps]

[Gurgles]

Shh...

I know it hurts right now...

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[Pained, weak gasp]

But it will be over soon.

[Last gasps rattling]

It will be over soon.

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Everything I've done since I've come here has been good.

I've saved so many children.

This can't be you.

[Words catching]

I had to make sure you never found out who I was.

"Was?"

Voice breaks: I don't know who you are.

Angie: Time to go.

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Do you have a cigarette?

We'll get you one outside.

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[Radios crackling]

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You know this isn't the end of it.

She'll be extradited.

No, but we got her on this one.

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[Cereal clatters in bowl]

Hey, thanks for getting milk.

Yeah. No problem.

[Sighs] Oh.

Crystal took a sh*t of me while I was getting my yearbook photo done.

Thought you might, uh...

Want to see it.

Yeah.

What happened to the "Che" shirt?

Turns out it didn't fit me.

I thought the size looked just fine.

Yeah. You know what I mean.

Hey, hey.

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[Tv volume rises]

I love you.

I love you, too.

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