Angel of Death

Prescott.

No, no, Arthur.

Don't worry about it. I'm still up.

Yeah. What are we talking about?

No problem.

I'm looking at him now.

It'll be taken care of.

I've got the perfect person for this job.

What was that?

Work. You're up tomorrow.

Good.

I'm tired of sitting on my ass, anyway.

Take the new guy again.

Franklin? I'll pass.

You're gonna need someone on this job.

Yeah, not him. He's a kid.

Look, the bosses say they want him working.

They see big things in his future.

- Big things like what? - Eve, just do it for me.

That's good. For you?

What, are we pretending this is a relationship now?

Oh, no, no. It just sounds nicer than ordering you...

but I can do that too.

Fine.

Whatever, Graham.

You're still using the service elevator, right?

So, what did this guy do?

That's not a question you ask.

What is it with you and these zip ties, anyways?

People escape from handcuffs, not from that.

Can you kill somebody with this?

If I have to.

So this Anderton guy.

He's just some businessman.

What if he trademarked the cure to cancer...

and some drug company isn't thrilled?

- What if it's something like that? - Then it's something like that.

- Okay. - Listen to me.

Questions will get your name in a folder like that.

It doesn't matter how his name came up, it just did.

Does it ever get to you? You know, the killing?

Nope.

Okay, they're all gone. Get to work.

I'm gonna be in and out in 5 minutes.

- You know where to be? - Yeah, yeah.

Back of the stairs in the alley.

Don't pussy out on me, Franklin.

You're my ride home.

Oh, shit.

I'm sorry, ma'am. This is a private floor.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Could you just get back on the elevator, please?

Come on, move.

- Please leave a message. - Damn it, you.

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

Eve.

Jesus Christ.

Drive.

Drive.

- Goddamn it. - Doc, come on.

Damn it, Eve. Don't move. You're just gonna make it worse.

- Your friend is right. - He's not my fucking friend.

Well, he's still right. You don't want this blade moving. Let me sedate you.

No. I am not going to sleep like this. I won't wake up.

All right. All right, then. Just try and be still.

So you've seen stuff like this before, right?

A patient with a 4-inch blade in her head?

No.

There is a knife in your brain.

- Right, yeah. - By some miracle, you're still alive.

If you're gonna get stabbed, you picked the right spot, but, then...

-you would. - Doc.

I'm gonna live through this, right? Tell me.

If the blade stays in, the infection will kill you for sure.

Taking it out could kill you also.

But your odds are much better with that.

People have survived this.

- Help me with these restraints. - What? No, no. Fuck, no.

Fuck.

Doc, what the hell?

- Just taking the edge off. - Oh, fuck you, junkie piece of shit.

I could do this job as high as Hendrix.

- But I cannot do it with the shakes. - Fucked up.

- Oh, brilliant. - See?

Fuck.

Now, try and not move.

- What the fuck are you gonna do? - Pull it out.

- Jesus. - Pull it out?

Fucking do it. Get it out.

Okay, please. Please.

- Fucking get it out. - Hold still.

Damn.

Look at that.

How often does she take these?

The antibiotics, twice a day. They're strong.

- We don't want any infection. - Right.

You know, cases like these, often, there's a full recovery.

But sometimes, it's not so full.

What does that mean?

Well, loss of some motor function, memory loss, sometimes seizures.

The other pills are for those.

- Do these stop them? - Not exactly.

The fact is, if she does start having seizures...

I hope she's set aside some cash.

I don't think her employers have a retirement plan, do they?

Not the kind you mean.

Listen.

Let's just keep this between us for now.

- Okay, Rankin? - Yes, of course, Mr. Prescott.

And she'll be fine, probably.

It is Eve, right?

She's practically invulnerable.

So this is Eve's place?

Not very homey, is it?

Have you met her?

She doesn't like attachments.

It's okay. You're safe.

Okay? It's me.

- Was that Russian? - Greek.

She speaks a number of languages.

You can take off now. I've got this.

You're gonna take care of her and you have a key.

Right. I don't wanna know.

Damn it.

- Graham. - I know.

The Anderton job went to hell. I can explain.

I'm not the one you have to tell it to.

I'm sorry, man.

3 days and no word from you?

You on some fucking vacation I don't know about?

I was dealing with one of my ops. She was injured on the job.

Okay, so that's the excuse?

Because that was a very big mess, Prescott.

I hope no one's expecting to get paid for those extra 3 packages.

No, those are on the house.

You're gonna fucking joke now?

I'm sorry, it's been a long week.

A fucking kid is dead.

What happened?

She skipped gymnastics. It couldn't have been predicted.

Fucking 14 years old.

Not like I give a shit, but some people do.

You know, my dad, he may run this town...

but we still got people watching us.

In Chicago, New York. They're not very fond of bloodbaths.

Things are about to change in a very official way, Prescott.

So I wanted to impress upon you, personally...

just how fucking bad you made me look on this.

So this player of yours...

is this something we need to take care of?

Because I'll tell you, the way I'm feeling...

I'm happy to fix her myself.

No.

No, it was a one- off thing.

She'll be back to work anytime.

Make sure she doesn't fuck up again, Prescott, or I'll drop you both.

Get out.

Oh, my God.

Fuck you.

Get back.

Look straight at me.

Good. Again.

Good. What about headaches?

- How bad, I mean? - Bad.

If you've got anything stronger than aspirin, I would probably blow you.

Doc.

I'll give you something anyway.

So am I brain- damaged or what?

Well, you tell me.

What does that mean?

Have you had any seizures? Blackouts?

Doc, I've been in bed for 3 days.

I mean, give me some time.

Her neuro tests were good.

I'd still like her to take it easy over the next few weeks.

Monitor her recovery.

- She's not gonna like that. - I'm stunned.

Come on, don't be an ass. What did he say? When can I get back to work?

He said you're a miracle that science itself cannot measure.

Yeah.

- Said you'll probably outlive us all. - I could outlive you right now.

Answer the question.

He said you're recovering well, but you need to keep taking it slow.

- So put me on light duty. - Not gonna happen.

I can't sit around here anymore. I'm going stir- crazy.

I'm not putting you back in the field.

If I could, I would make you stay in bed for 2 weeks.

Jesus. Are you taking care of me now?

I can't risk you getting hurt.

Oh, that's sweet.

I'm gonna stay at home and bake cookies. Should we get married?

- We can have children. - Cut it out.

- I thought we knew each other. - We do.

Then get me back to work. Shit, just light duties.

Fucking Franklin can do the heavy stuff.

Goddamn it, Eve.

I already said.

I disabled the camera before I grabbed him.

- Look, I'm not an idiot. - I'm not saying you are.