No. It can't be that easy.
Special Agent Tanaka :
This is my case.
Special Agent Paul Ballard :
You closed it.
Special Agent Tanaka :
What? You come round My House,
dig through My Garbage, too?
Special Agent Paul Ballard :
You're out of hand cream again.
Special Agent Tanaka :
This The alleged Victim?
Guy said she had A Face. Damn.
No wonder you're foraging for hand cream.
Had a million bucks, I could blow it on that.
Special Agent Paul Ballard :
Did you track this payment from Crestejo?
The Mayfair Fund?
Special Agent Tanaka :
Told you to stay out of my soup, Ballard.
Special Agent Paul Ballard :
Afraid You'll have to reopen The Case,
act like A Federal Agent for five minutes?
Special Agent Tanaka :
This is My Report.
If there is some giant conspiracy
that's sucking the brains
out of nice, young people,
this bit of tail that you're chasing
is A.), Effectively Dead,
and B.), A Whore.
Mindless whore, just Your Type.
No disrespect. I'm sure
she still has a Heart of Gold.
What happened there, Ballard?
Did I strike A Nerve?
Special Agent Paul Ballard :
Yeah. Felt like this —
Special Agent Tanaka :
You are not long for This World.
Special Agent Paul Ballard :
I Think you'd better lie down.
Special Agent Tanaka :
I mean it.
Someone's going to put you down.
And I pray to God I'm there to see it.
Special Agent Paul Ballard :
....Come by any time.
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