Sawa:
What took you?
Karl Aker:
Every tweezered brains out of ceiling tile?
Sawa:
Where's my amp? I need my head cleared. I'm flashing.
Karl Aker:
[with irony]
Your amp.
Sawa:
That's all you could find?
Karl Aker:
Two's already too many, if you ask me. Look at you, shaking from withdrawal.
[Sawa is fumbling with the amp injector, and Karl sighs]
Karl Aker:
Listen to me, before this shit kicks in and you forget everything again. It's a nice bolognese you made of Kratsov. Congratulations. But you left a witness.
Sawa:
He was hurting her.
Karl Aker:
Well, now they know it's a girl, with access to police weapons. If the cops know it, sooner or later some rat in that corrupt department they call a security force sells it to the cartels.
Sawa:
Kratsov made a call to his partner. There's a meeting in the safe zone with the Thornhills. I wrote it down. He's trolleying for the Thornhills. They're here to buy girls put on a shipment set up by the Emir. This is the Emir, Karl. It's what we've waited for.
Karl Aker:
Look, Sawa, I want to get these deviants as badly as you do, but I'm looking out for you like your father would've wanted. I owe him that.
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