Trapped
- I told you to wait.
- You weren't answering, I got worried.
- And your first impulse when you are worried is to run toward the potential danger?
- I think we already had this conversation…
- Yet it didn't change your behavior.
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- Fine, fine. I'm sorry. There. Can we focus on a way out of here now, Mr Reese?
- I could shoot the lock.
- Please, refrain. According to my preliminary exam of the door and the layout of this room there is a 50% chance that the bullet bounces back and hurt one of us.
- Do you have a better idea, Finch? Because there isn't any tool here I could use to pick the lock.
- We should wait for Miss Shaw.
- ...wait… time…
- I didn't catch that muttering in its entirety but I believe I could detect a flagrant lack of trust in our partner's skills.
- More like in her motivation. At least, Bear is with her.
- It's so reassuring to know our fate depends on the dog.
- …
- Did the light just- Oh.
- It was a timer. I hope you are not afraid of the dark, Harold?
- I didn't plan to die slowly of cold and hunger in a wet, dark cellar but I guess that's the job's hazard.
- Don't worry, I won't let things go this far.
- Really?
- If the situation becomes really desperate, I can still break your neck. Cleaner, faster, you just have to say the word.
- …Thanks... That's so… comforting, Mr Reese.
Later :
*creaking noise*
- You could have picked a better time to play hide and seek! I've been searching you for at least-
- Miss Shaw, don't let the door- !
- What?
- …Too late.
- What the hell?! What is this- ?!
- Nice of you to join us, Shaw. You don't happen to have cards, so we could kill time?
- Stupid… fucking… door…!
- It's useless, it opens from outside.
- At least, we have some light again.
- Usually, Finch, I like your optimistic- Shaw, no!
*BANG*
- Aah!
- Harold?!
- Shit, Finch?!
- It's nothing, the bullet just grazed me. But I do understand now what they mean by "seeing your whole life pass before your eyes"
- Sorry boss. Anyway, what's the plan?
- We wait for Mr Jeffridges to go down, I suppose.
- Seriously? There is… no way… I'm sitting… on my butt… doing nothing…!
- You are just going to hurt yourself, Shaw. I told you it open from outside.
- Fucking number of- Huh? What's going on now?
- The timer finished…
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- I can't believe it.
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- Say something, guys. That silence in the dark, that's just creepy.
- Hm. Where is Bear?
- I told him to stand guard outside. If I had known I would be trapped in a cold room like a dead cow, I would have told him to come along and keep me warm.
- There is so much poetry in the way you see the world…
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- When Jeffridges comes down, I swear I-
*creaking noise*
*BANG BANG BANG BANG*
- Was that absolutely necessary, Miss Shaw?
- He is not wrong, a bullet for each limb seems a little overkill to me…
- Shaddup Reese. The next one was for the head, you should praise my self-control.
- We weren't even sure he was the perpetrator… My preliminary research-
- No innocent should have a room opening from the outside on his basement! Anyway: he'll pass the next weeks in the hospital so either victim or perpetrator, he won't be of our concern anymore. Problem solved. And now I want a steak. See you, boys.
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- Well, after you, Finch.
