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.

- …

- …

- 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…

- …

- I can't believe it.

- …

- …

- 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…

- …

- …

- …

- 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.

- …

- …

- Well, after you, Finch.