Lynn
That's the most important thing in a relationship.
Drake
I'm not the one who lives their life as an undercover agent.
Lynn
You know that I'm taking a break from all of that.
Drake
And you know I agreed with your decision. It was the right thing to do.
Drake
That last mission almost killed you.
Lynn
Oh for the love of God —
Lynn
The bullet grazed me.
Lynn
I can’t sit behind the desk forever, you know.
Lynn
I miss the rush of undercover work.
Lynn
That’s because you’ve been out of the field for so long.
Lynn
You forgot what it was like.
Lynn
We should request to do a mission together.
Lynn
You have to admit — we’d make a good team.
Lynn
Diana’s death wasn’t your fault.
Drake
My ex-wife died so that I could live.
Drake
How is that NOT my fault?
Lynn
She made her choice.
Drake
Stop changing the subject.
Drake
Please — don’t go back into the field.
Drake
It’s too dangerous.
Lynn
Listen, have you heard anything about a new drug on the rise in Los Angeles?
Lynn
I’m having problems tracking down intel for a case file.
Lynn
I figured since you were out in L.A. for your training session…
Lynn
You might have heard something.
Drake
What do you need to know?
Lynn
Idk. It’s called rapture. It’s an opiate that’s stronger than heroin.
Lynn
When people take it, they go into in a zombie-like state for days.
Lynn
Their body function just…slows until their heart stops.
Lynn
It’s already killed thousands of people.
Drake
Sounds like you already know a lot.
Lynn
I do, but I’m still missing something.
Lynn
I have no idea how it’s getting into L.A.
Lynn
Any chance you heard something?
Drake
Lynn, they have me in the classroom all day, learning about terrorist cells.
Drake
It’s as boring as hell, and I’m too tired to do more than go back to my room at night.
Lynn
So you haven’t heard anything?
Lynn
Not even a rumor or two?
Drake
I just know that we have multiple agents undercover, trying to find answers.
Drake
Considering the current political climate, the higher ups want this shut down quickly.
Lynn
Yeah, I know. I’m getting a lot of pressure too.
Lynn
Speaking of which — I have a meeting on this case in five.
Drake
OK — talk to you later?
Lynn
Yeah, tonight or tomorrow?
Drake
Tomorrow. I have no idea when they’ll let me out of tonight’s training session.
Lynn
Lots of late nights, eh?
Lynn pockets her phone and stares at the door in front of her.
The sign on the door reads ‘Interrogation Room.’
Stiffening her jaw, she pushes open the door with a burst of energy.
Several tough-looking gang members step back, revealing a roughed-up guy in a chair.
Foxy
Nah, Blade won’t talk.
Lynn
Perhaps you weren’t tough enough.
Foxy
You think you can do better?
Foxy
Care to make a wager?
Lynn
My Cadillac? That was a gift.
Even though Lynn is undercover in Foxy’s gang, she can’t help but like her.
Foxy
Gift, my ass. You took it from that dealer.
Lynn
Fine. You’ll get the car. But if I break him, I get that ring.
Lynn
Yup. That bling would sure look nice on my finger.
Foxy waves toward the guy in the chair.
Lynn turns to the man in the chair and cracks her knuckles.
He’s so beaten that he is barely conscious.
Lynn pulls back her fist to throw a right hook.
Lynn
You gonna tell us your supplier?
Foxy
Damn. I thought he’d at least put up a fight.
Lynn lowers her arm and glowers at the man.
Exhausted, the man’s bloody chin hits his chest.
A red stain seeps into his shirt.
Lynn grabs his hair and pulls up hard, lifting his head.
Lynn
Who’s supplying you with rapture?
Blade
Don’t…know his name.
Foxy
Shit. That’s all he’s been saying.
Lynn
Wait, he’s trying to say more.
Blade
Don’t know his name, but…
Lynn lets go of his hair.
Blade drops his head to his chest.
Lynn
Blade knows our reputation on the street.
Lynn
He also knows what’s gonna happen to him if he doesn’t spill.
Foxy
Yeah, well…we’re about to lose that reputation.
Foxy
Especially if these new thugs keep dealing in our territory.
Blade
I won’t deal with them ‘gain.
Foxy
Shit. He ain’t gonna show us nothin’.
Lynn pulls Blade’s hair back again.
Lynn
You hear that? My friend wants me to kill you.
Blade tries to protest, but he’s too weak to move.
Lynn
She thinks you won’t tell us where you’re getting your rapture.
Lynn
I love my car and don’t want to lose it just yet.
Lynn
So I’m gonna give you twenty four hours to bring us to your supplier.
Lynn
If you fail, you’re gonna make me lose my car.
Lynn
And THAT will make me very angry.
Foxy
You definitely don’t want to see her when she’s angry.
Lynn drops Blade’s head and steps back.
Foxy
The first thing I’m gonna do with your car is paint it pink.
Foxy
No, but it will be soon.
Lynn
We’ll see about that.
Lynn
Twenty-four hours, Blade.
Lynn
Twenty-four hours, or your ass is mine.
