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(a young Fringe Division agent walks through a filthy, graffiti-lined alleyway toward a private, well-guarded, after-hours club that caters to exclusive clientele) DOORMAN: Agent. (greets the familiar face and allows her through the gated entrance) (the agent wanders through austere interior of the modernistic club and checks the faces of the bald male guests and their assorted friends) RICK: (to an Observer after he man-handles one of his 'employees') Excuse me. She's got next shift. You guys keep taking my girls, you're gonna put me out of business. KITTY: Thanks, Rick. RICK: No, of course not.

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  • (a young Fringe Division agent walks through a filthy, graffiti-lined alleyway toward a private, well-guarded, after-hours club that caters to exclusive clientele) DOORMAN: Agent. (greets the familiar face and allows her through the gated entrance) (the agent wanders through austere interior of the modernistic club and checks the faces of the bald male guests and their assorted friends) RICK: (to an Observer after he man-handles one of his 'employees') Excuse me. She's got next shift. You guys keep taking my girls, you're gonna put me out of business. KITTY: Thanks, Rick. RICK: No, of course not.
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  • (a young Fringe Division agent walks through a filthy, graffiti-lined alleyway toward a private, well-guarded, after-hours club that caters to exclusive clientele) DOORMAN: Agent. (greets the familiar face and allows her through the gated entrance) (the agent wanders through austere interior of the modernistic club and checks the faces of the bald male guests and their assorted friends) RICK: (to an Observer after he man-handles one of his 'employees') Excuse me. She's got next shift. You guys keep taking my girls, you're gonna put me out of business. NEO-OBSERVER: Get a new girl. (throws Kitty to the couch. provokes a punch in the gut from Rick) (Rick is restrained by uniformed Loyalists and a senior Observer steps-in to flex his authority) CAPTAIN WINDMARK: You seem to be quite... agitated. (only to receive a face full of spit from Rick. displeased at the overt defiance, Windmark focuses his telekinetic powers on Rick's cranium. as blood trickles from Rick's ears, the young Fringe agent knocks Rick to the ground, ending the telepathic assault) What are you doing, Agent? HENRIETTA BISHOP: (matter-of-factly) He's a native. My jurisdiction. Sorry he acted out, Captain Windmark. I mean, you could Wipe Him, sure, but then there's the inquiry, the paperwork. Club gets shut for two days, and I, for one, lose a hell of a lot of kickbacks. CAPTAIN WINDMARK: (attempts to read her thoughts as she rambles) I must say, Agent, you are always exactly what you seem. (outside the club, Bishop escorts her two associates from harms-way) HENRIETTA BISHOP: (to Rick) Can you stand? (to Kitty) Go home, Kitty. Take the rest of the night off. KITTY: Thanks, Rick. HENRIETTA BISHOP: (to Rick after they are alone) What are you? Stupid? RICK: (still in pain) What can I say? I'm a gentleman. I had to piss him off so he'd try and Wipe Me. Otherwise he would have Read Me. But he Read You. And you fooled him. How the Hell did you do that? HENRIETTA BISHOP: Just lucky, I guess. RICK: Lucky? They find out about you, they'll kill you. Hell, they find out there's anyone like you, they'll probably kill us all. HENRIETTA BISHOP: I love being 'Special'. RICK: (as they make their way back to his parked van) You're late. I said 6:00. It's 8:00. HENRIETTA BISHOP: They added two new checkpoints Downtown. You said important. RICK: Oh, baby... you don't know the half of it. Remember all those times I said you were nuts? (opens the rear doors to the van) Looks like I was wrong. Go ahead. HENRIETTA BISHOP: Does anyone else know about this? (hops inside to check the cargo) RICK: No, of course not. HENRIETTA BISHOP: (uncovers the contents) Oh, my God. (touches her necklace) Where are the others? Were they ... RICK: ...yeah. Two more. Man and a woman. Younger. Right where I found this one. Heat was rising. Couldn't move 'em all at once. HENRIETTA BISHOP: Where? RICK: The city. Inside the old -- (a gunshot sounds and Rick's blood splatters the agent's face. the assassin runs down a sidestreet to avoid capture. eager to clear the scene, Agent Bishop grabs Rick's vehicle keys, closes the rear doors and races from the area) CITYWIDE BROADCAST: Attention. Curfew is now in effect. 'Natives', please return to your homes immediately. (clear of the area and still covered in Rick's blood, Henrietta Bishop parks the van and rechecks the precious cargo he delivered... the Amber encased body of Doctor Walter Bishop)
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