Axon Clips Chapter 2
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Kamal: "The Red Button"
Cute Little Caps
(chatter beeps repeatedly)
Aiden: Thanks Soph.
Kamal: What does she see in him?
Hiro: I'm not trusting the hands and body of a future surgeon to the tender ministrations of a pissed off boyfriend.
Blue Then Red
Aiden: I'm going to check on Sophie in the kitchen. Let me get you another beer, dude. Be right back. (walks away)
Kamal: They've applied, but they don't have any reason to be bumped in priority. So we're thinking when I get through with school and all that, I'll get permanent residency.
Kamal: A chatter account? I... I could set one up, but you don't need me to do that kind of thing.
Kamal: Okay, I can find an unclaimed address and set up a shell. From the outside it will be just like a regular account.
Aiden: Officer, what can I do for you on this drizzly evening?
Officer: I will deal with you in a moment, Mr. Maki, and I will need to see some ID.
I Hate You
Hiro: (on chatter) Kamal, what's going on?
Aiden: (smug) You were afraid. You were thinking I might be the kind of guy who would hold a grudge. Say, break your fingers, each one, with a tack hammer...
Hiro: My address book, my schedule, my debit account, every damn thing!
Jan: Hey, Marta, whatcha got today?
'Stupid Cop': Does your dad know you're cutting the sleeves off his old shirts?
'Stupid Cop': There's so many sons of bitches in the world, Jan, being a cop is a frustrating job.
(video playing of a woman being beaten/tortured/raped?)
'Stupid Cop': You watch it?
Jan: (horrified) Oh my god!
(chatter beeps on)
'Stupid Cop': We'll get you home as soon as we've taken a statement, Miss James.
(car drives; background radio chatter)
'Stupid Cop': ...and a couple of days later, I figured out you were the answer to a prayer.
'Stupid Cop': Shoplifting. Play high school goddess for the tormented geeks in your neighborhood.
Jersey: "If Someone Was Listening"
The Human Heart
(jazz music plays)
Jersey: It doesn't matter, forget about it.
Jersey: So, about Kamal.
Good at my Job
Jersey: Hang on, let me turn this off...(turns off the jazz) You know, I just had a creepy thought.
Herzog: "Old Spies"