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Who's next?
(ENGINE REVVING)
Why would they do that?
Dude, where's your friend?
Are you able to back off?
You can mess up her eyesight?
profiling from former instructors at Quantico.
Imprint's gone. The new moon has made her a virgin again.
They were planning to beach it, anyway.
If you like.
- Bunch of different people. - Yeah.
Who knows where we are?
The man that shot Mr. Crestejo is dead.
I have to trust that, right.
There's nothing good or bad, but thinking makes it so, man-friend.
Which to me sounds pretty bad.
All right? We have a chance to dry up
It's a Houlberd, 30-footer.
I am not a cop. I'm not FBI. And I have no interest in justice.
- Are you having a good time? - The best.
No, you're a federale. You think I'm stupid?
- She hurts. - She does.
Ma'am, we need to distance ourselves from this.
There were shots. We made a call.
- Two out of three, huh? - Nah. Let's just dance.
And your blood work and internals are all shipshape.
Would you like a massage?
- And now... - It's unprofessional.
been arrested for trespassing on Prince Amoudi's yacht.
He is.
(MOANING)
He's afraid and angry, and he knows those emotions are of no use right now.
DETMER: Agent Ballard, you were assigned to case designate
- On the boat? - It's been seen.
(GROANS)
You can't fight a ghost.
Dude, it... It's like 5:00.
(PHONE RINGING)