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Nick :
We need to focus on the real question. Who wanted
Terrence Steadman dead?
Veronica : The call came from DC. What does that tell
you?
Nick : You got to think past the government, though.
Anybody could be here. A business partner, a rival...
Veronica : Before Steadman was killed, EcoField
introduced a prototype electric engine at the techno
conference. $60 barrels of oil would be obsolete if that
thing ever hit the mainstream.
Nick : Could be oil, oil companies...
Veronica : Suppliers, consumers, everything in
between.
Nick : Or the government of an oil-based
economy...like the United States.
Stewardess : Can I take your soda?
Nick : Sure. Thank you.
Stewardess : Thank you.
Nick : At any rate,
we land, we meet my guy, and even if we don't find the
person who tipped off
the cops, we find his phone. The paper trail
begins.
Anchorperson : The National Guard responded after
Illinois Governor Frank Tancredi declared a state of
emergency shortly after 3:00 p.m.
Lisa : Come on, honey. It's time to go.
L. J. : Hold on. Hold on.
Anchorperson : No word on what caused the initial
disturbance, but sources with the...
Lisa : That's not Fox River, is it?
L. J. : What are you doing?
Lisa : We have to go. Come on.
L. J. : No, Dad might be in trouble.
Lisa : Look, your father's already in trouble. There's
nothing we can do about it. Just don't
make a scene,
okay? He gets very uncomfortable with this thing.
Just... Let's just go, okay?
L. J. : Oh, God forbid, man!
Lisa : Please!
L. J. : We're just talking about my old man here and
his life. If-if that's all right with you.
Adrian : Leave me out of this.
L. J. : I am leaving you out of it. I left you out of
it the day I met you.
Lisa : Okay, L.J.
L. J. : Because nothing in her life or mine has
anything to do with you.
Adrian : I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that.
L. J. : Oh, yeah? Or what?
Adrian : You see, this is what I'm talking about. This
is the kind of crap I have to deal with.
Lisa : Just let me handle it!
L. J. : The kind of crap you have to deal with?
Lisa : L.J., do you want to talk...
L. J. : Oh! You got no
clue, do you?
Lisa : Honey, look.
L. J. : Leave me alone! Get off me!
Adrian : What the hell are you doing? You don't talk
to her like that.
Lisa : Stop it! Stop! Go upstairs, L.J., now! Go!
L. J. : You love that man?
Lisa : Just go.
L. J. : You love that man.
Lisa : Do what I say.
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