Trinity: What can I do to help? Claudia: You already know we're working behind the Captain's back. You really want to get mixed up in this? Trinity: If we help to nail some real scumbags, it'll be worth it. What do you want me to do? Claudia: The witness deaths were outside our jurisdiction, so getting info is a bit tricky as we're no longer in the case. The third one was near where your mother lives, so maybe... Trinity: I could have a nice little chat with the crime scene officers off duty? I guess that means I'm going to have to visit mother. Claudia: You don't sound too happy about that. Trinity: It's all right. It'll be a couple of hours of "you really should have come to work with me in the beauty salon" and "you should have married Martin, he's such a nice man and he has done so well" and the latest one, "I told you so" about Johnny. I'll survive. Claudia: What's this Martin doing nowadays? Trinity: Fire chief, wife, 3 kids, the works. I could never have done it. He wanted a stay at home wife and if I had done that, I would have ended up murdering someone out of sheer boredom. Claudia: Probably not murdering, but I agree, that kind of life isn't for you. - By the way... don't tell Gustav anything about our investigations. Trinity: I guessed that much. He's a bit too transparent, I've always thought. He'd never be able to hide anything from the Captain. Claudia: You really should be a detective. Trinity: I'm perfectly happy with my current job. You know, immediate results and all that.
John: I'm sorry you had to wait. Mina: It's all right. Before we proceed, I need to tell you that there is a price for what you're asking. John: I know. How much? Mina: Not that kind of a price. Not for you. No, I want to hold your hand. John: Hold my hand? Well, sure, if that's what it takes.
John: What... Mina: Relax. Everything is fine. At least for now.
John: What the hell just happened? I saw... I saw... Mina: I know, you saw yourself getting shot. Don't worry, it may not be a fatal shot, the vision didn't go far enough to show that. John: Vision... I... Are these things... are they absolute or is there something... Mina: There is nothing you can do to change things. One day you will get shot and you may or may not survive. That is not for us to see. - So, let's take a look at that other thing, now that we've resolved the payment issue. John: Let's go to the other room. It's all there.
John: I've got some guns here. I would like you to find out what you can about them. Mina: I knew it would be something like this. Good thing I'm used to seeing death and destruction. - Is it all right for me to touch them? John: Yes, but keep it to the minimum. Mina: I don't need to handle them, just touch.
Mina: Just keep quiet and let me concentrate. - This one is very old. I see an older man and a younger one pointing the gun at him, both angry... You can't do this, Warren, think of your mother... That was a long time ago, then nothing... until more recently, a redheaded woman, pointing the gun at a young man. He's scared. She's angry, but not angry enough, not really a violent person... John: Winona. - The earlier people... Mina: Felt like father and son. Don't know how it ended, it was cut off. I have a bad feeling about it, though.
Mina: I see a man. I'm behind him, looking at him, not angry, almost sad... I'm so sorry... I've created a monster... Oh... shot him in the head. - It's all gone now. John: The shooter... Mina: I didn't see him, I looked through his eyes. A man, older, not scared. Knew what he was doing. Didn't like it, but did it anyway. John: Was there anyone else present? Mina: Didn't see anyone else, but that's no guarantee. John: Indoors or outside? Mina: Outside. Bare trees, dead leaves on the ground, so it must have been late autumn. Late in the evening, too, judging by how little light there was. - I'm sorry that I can't help you more. These things are not something I can command. John: I understand. You've been very helpful.
John: Before you go, I need to know one thing. The payment, why did you want me to see it? Mina: First, let's make one thing clear: I didn't know what we were about to see. I do not choose it, it just comes. Second, you people tend to dismiss me as a crackpot. I wanted to prove to you that I am what I say I am. And I really see things you cannot. John: May I... contact you again, if I need to? Mina: Sure, feel free to call me any time. All further payments will be in cash, so you don't need to worry about that. Although, I can show you more, if you'd like me to. John: I don't think so.
Claudia: Did you meet her? John: Yes. Claudia: And? John: She's the real deal. I'm not sure if I'm glad about that or not. Claudia: What happened? You're really strange today. John: She made me watch something. She said it was a payment for her services. She took my hand and I saw... Claudia: What did you see? John: Myself... getting shot. Claudia: But surely you can't believe... John: She touched the revolver and saw Winona and Dennis. Then she touched another gun and saw a man from behind, being shot in the head. Claudia: Was that...? John: The gun that was used to shoot Warren? Yes. She couldn't know it.
Claudia: What you saw... did you...? John: Don't know, it was just a glimpse and didn't go far enough to show how it ends. Anyway, we both know it's one of the risks we take every day. No need to worry about it too much. Especially as she said there's nothing I can do to stop it from happening. Claudia: Are you sure it was genuine? I mean, maybe she just made you see it. Some sort of hypnosis or something. John: Nobody can hypnotize anyone that fast, and anyway, I can't be hypnotized. I've had a couple of professionals try it and it just didn't work for me. - No, it wasn't her, it just came through her.
Spectra: Why did you do it? Mina: Cops always dismiss me as a crackpot. I really hate that. Spectra: So, was it real? Mina: Oh yes, I can't fake it. I just happened to know it would be bad. It always is for them. I'm not sure why, but I suspect it has something to do with the fact that they wake up every morning with the knowledge that it may be their last day. Ordinary people are much more oblivious. They know they're not going to live forever, but somehow for them, it's always "some day, but not any time soon." Spectra: Much easier that way. Thinking about death too much just makes you morbid. Mina: I guess. I remember I never thought about it. I was having too much fun.
Mina: Too bad the consequences of fun were much worse then. Spectra: I wouldn't know. Mina: What? Are you trying to say you never...? Spectra: Hey, I was a Lady! And I mean a Lady, with capital L, aristocratic and all. Do you really think I would have...? Mina: I guess not. What about afterwards? I mean, there's nothing stopping you. You've got a body any time you want it and there's no risk at all. - There's a good looking guy waiting for his turn at the bar right now. In fact, there are good looking guys everywhere, if you just start looking around. Spectra: I haven't thought about it. You know, you're right, I could. Still, I've never felt like it. I guess dying doesn't do good for your libido. Mina: That's what you think.