Épisode Equipe de déminage S01E11 - The Pretender Saison 1

		Marlan Marcantel’s Cajun Fire- Kender - Louisiana
Customer		Whoo-whee!
Marlan		You see? Get too close to that bad boy and you’ll be a-picking your node with your wrist. Now, you boys are 21, aren’t ya? That’s what I thought. Fill up their trunk Eugene. Now, were were we?
Miss Parker		You were telling us about Mr Nobel.
Marlan		Yeah, old Nobel was like a Picasso of gunpowder. He invented the Big Bertha you know.
Sydney		The Big Bertha?
Marlan		The mother of all Roman Candles. Three time-delayed sparkle explosions wrapped in a colour-spray smoke banger lined with quarter strands of TNT.
Sydney		Sounds impressive.
Marlan		Put on a New Year’s Eve show that put old Dickie Clark to shame. I don’t know where he went, just disappeared.
Miss Parker		Yes.
Sydney		Hmmm.
Miss Parker		He has a habit of doing that. Thank you. There is no way that Jarod could have know we were coming. Zero. Have you noticed that it never seems to work the other way, Syd?
Sydney		Maybe there is a reason.
		Coleman building - Detroit - Michigan - 3:45am
Carlson		Stay frosty Nobel. It’s all being recorded for posterity. This way. The note that was faxed said we’d find the bomb over here.
Jarod		Carlson.
Carlson		Hello. Oh yeah.
Jarod		Bad Betty.
Carlson		Fax Bomber’s usual. Whoa, cowboy. Betty needs her beauty rest, or she’s a real witch to wake up next to. Tools.
Jarod		Whoa, I found something. Looks like a note.
Carlson		He always leaves one. What’s it say?
Jarod		Catch me if you can, you miscreants.
Carlson		Miscreants? What does that mean?
Jarod		It means get the hell outta here! Move! Move! Is it always like this?
Carlson		Welcome to the Bomb Squad, Jarod.
		Bomb Squad HQ
Chomsky		So, Nobel, now you know what a close encounter with the Fax Bomber feels like huh?
Jarod		Mm-hmmm.
Chomsky		Man, I wish I could have been here.
Jarod		Can’t imagine why sir. My ears are still ringing.
Carlson		Used to be some scumball went to make a bomb threat, they’d pick up the phone like a decent human being. Now what? They fax ’em in.
Jarod		Scumball?
Lamont		Sort of like a miscreant, only different.
Carlson		Someone mark the calendar, Lamont made a funny.
Jarod		Now, this bomber faxes in. That’s a unique MO. Must help him cover his tracks.
Chomsky		Well, this guy doesn’t need any help. We have run every piece of evidence he’s left behind through the best technology we have. DNA, hair samples, fibre, immpressionology. Guy leaves us nothing to follow. Nothing. We gotta catch a break sometime. So you, uh, you people, you stay here and keep after this. I’m gonna go lie to the press.
Latham		What’s the matter, Carlson? You catch a little more steel last night?
Carlson		Hey, Latham, why don’t you be a good civil servant? Get the two heroes some coffee.
Latham		He loves me.
Jarod		Did you have another bomb go off on you before?
Carlson		I got a little shrapnel in my shoulder during the war.
Latham		Hero here’s the only guy refers to Grenada as a war.
Carlson		I got the medals to prove it.
Latham		Come on, you know the only medals that count in your family are the ones your big brother won in ‘Nam.
Jarod		I heard that you brought the last two of the Fax Bomber’s devices in intact.
Carlson		I got lucky. Hey, don’t you worry about it, J. One day this Fax Bomber’s gonna slip up. When he does, we’re gonna be there to catch him.
Latham		I just hope the SOB blows himself up.

Chomsky		The detonator was connected to an accelerator. This is a dangerous new escalation for the Fax Bomber. Hand those out will you John? This is my psych profile of the bomber. It include a, uh, computer generated composite sketch based on some incomplete information.
Latham		He looks like my Uncle Fred.
Carlson		He looks like everyone’s Uncle Fred.
Chomsky		Based on his, uh, faxed threats and other data the bomber is a left-handed, disgruntled ex-city worker. The chances are he’s already expressed his discontent. We all know what that means.
Latham		Back to the crank files.
Chomsky		Excellent, Latham. Now I expect that all of you people will put in whatever overtime is necessary to screen those files and to interview every possible perp. Questions? No? Good. Go to work.
Jarod		Excuse me, Lieutenant Chomsky, do you have a moment?
Chomsky		Sure.
Jarod		I… I’ve ben going over your file on the Fax Bomber, and with all due respect sir…
Chomsky		You know, when people say, ‘all due respect,’ they generally don’t have it.
Jarod		Sir, it-it’s just that I think that your profile of the perp is exactly who he wants us to think he is. I think that his grudge against the city and everything else about him is a mislead.
Chomsky		Guy’s here a week, he’s already bucking for my bars.
Jarod		No sir, I just happen to have a different opinion.
Chomsky		Based on what?
Jarod		I know people.
Chomsky		I’m listening.
Jarod		The DNA and this impressionology all came up empty. He’s trying to lead us down a high-tech path, but I believe that we can snag him with a low-tech solution. He’s right handed, but he wants us to believe he’s a lefty. The verticals and the horizontals are all jagged which would indicate that he’s been writing with his subdominant hand.
Chomsky		You’re a graphologist?
Jarod		Uh, no, sire, but I was a palm reader once.
Chomsky		Shall I tell you about your future here?
Jarod		Sir, I believe that our bomber is a city employee who is not necessarily disgruntled. He’s enjoying watching us run around, almost as much as he enjoys setting off explosions.
Chomsky		If you want to suggest that, uh, this clown is some kind of a merry prankster, I recommend you talk with Rachel Newton. See, Rachel is gonna spend the next year of her life learning how to read Braille because of the Fax Bomber.
Jarod		I wasn’t trying to trivialise that sir.
Chomsky		No, no. I know you weren’t. You were just trying to make, uh, an impression, show off your erudite European upbringing.
Jarod		My what?
Chomsky		The cadence in your voice… you were raised by a French nanny. Well, could be Belgian, I suppose.
Jarod		How did you know that?
Chomsky		Oh, I know about people too.
		The Centre
Miss Parker		Damn it, Broots. You said we had him cornered.
Broots		But we did. I don’t know what happened.
Sydney		Jarod happened.
Miss Parker		Oh spare me Sydney. All I know is that I’m fed up with always being a step behind him.
Raines		So am I.
Broots		Uh, I, I gotta go.
Raines		Stay here, Mr Broots.
Miss Parker		What brings you down from the Tower sir?
Raines		Plumbing.
Miss Parker		Plumbing?
Raines		I’ve come to plug a leak.
		Bomb Squad HQ
Jarod		Hey.
Potato Head Man		Hey, what’s up, Nobel?
Jarod		The Fax Bomber, aka, Uncle Fred.
Potato Head Man		Okay, not my finest hour, but hey, nobody got a great look at this guy, so the sketch is, you know, sketchy.
Jarod		This is a fascinating machine.
Potato Head Man		Yeah, this here is a Decatronics Turbo Graphics II workstation. This little bad boy makes composites, puts disguises on portraits, ages missing kids, which is what I’m doing now.
Jarod		That’s incredible.
Potato Head Man		Some of my best work’s been on the back of milk cartons. Think of the DTG II as a sort of high-tech Mr Potato Head.
Jarod		Mister who?
Potato Head Man		Potato Head.
Jarod		Oh, now, this is interesting. You call him Mr Potato Head, yet his head is his whole body?
Potato Head Man		Yeah, cool huh?
Jarod		He comes with little interchangeable ears eyes and little hats.
Potato Head Man		Old Spud Man is the original master of disguise.
Jarod		You know, this would make a wonderful toy for children.
Carlson		Hey, Nobel, crank file just turned up a hot one. Let’s run.
Jarod		Hmmm.
		Curtis Residence
Mrs Haring		Oh God, what’d he do? Curtis! They finally came to arrest you! Curtis!!
Curtis		Busy, Ma!
Carlson		Mrs Haring, we’re not here to arrest your son.
Mrs Haring		I knew someday the cops would show up and take him away. Curtis!!!
Curtis		I said, get off my back!
Jarod		Ma’am, we just wanted to…
Mrs Haring		Thirty years old, and he still lives in my basement. Day in day out, writing his letters. I should’ve bought stock in Bic.
Curtis		Don’t say nothing Ma. This is all going on tape somewhere, I know it.
Mrs Haring		Listen to that. Do you know what it’s done to my social life, having him down there?
Curtis		You’re not gettin’ nuthin’ out of me.
Mrs Haring		I’m in the prime of my life. I should go out, get myself some nice shoes and find myself a man.
Curtis		Ma!
Jarod		Sir, did you write these letters to the utilities commission?
Curtis		And I’ll write a hundred more till they give me back my workman’s comp. I got an inoperable hernia working for this city and they threw me to the wolves. How did you get that letter? What’s your name?
Carlson		I’m Carlson, this is, uh, Nobel.
Curtis		Hold still man, I can’t see your badge number.
Mrs Haring		He don’t have no hernia, he just don’t wanna move out of the basement.
Curtis		Shut up Ma! You know how my legs tingle every time I sit for too long.
Mrs Haring		Yeah, and I know where you’re sittin!
Jarod		Sir, we’re not here to talk about your workman’s comp. We want to ask you some questions about your whereabouts.
Curtis		Hey, if you think you got something on me, you come back with a warrant. Till then, me and my mother’s got nothing to say to you miscreants.
Mrs Haring		I should have married a dentist. At least his teeth would be better.
Curtis		Ma!!

Carlson		This guy’s classic bomber material. Former city worker, domineering mother, basement workshop, a little anti-social behaviour.
Jarod		I’m not convinced.
Carlson		Huh?
Jarod		He’s written 253 letters to the city and counting. If he’s crossed the threshold into planting bombs don’t you think he would have given up the correspondence?
Carlson		Did you notice what he called us in there?
Jarod		Miscreants.
Carlson		Right, nobody uses that word except for that guy and…
Jarod		The Fax Bomber.
Carlson		I’m gonna get under this guy’s skin before he hurts someone else.
		Jarod’s Lair
Alarm Clock		Wake up! Wake up! Good morning!
		Huron River Institute For The Blind
Rachel		…five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Jarod		You can stop counting, you’re here.
Rachel		Oh. You must have stepped into the room. It’s 11 steps to the door.
Jarod		I did. That’s very good.
Rachel		It’s funny, Dr Jarod. I used to hate math in school. Now my entire life is basic arithmetic. Nine steps from my bed to the bathroom, 14 steps to the hallway, 7 steps to the chair.
Jarod		Just be happy it’s not long division. It’s a beautiful day. Why don’t we go outside?
Rachel		Oh, no. I… I… I think I’d rather stay here.
Jarod		Rachel, you have to go outside sometime.
Rachel		I was supposed to work in my studio, but it was such a nice day. I decided to go on the rooftop at city hall. That’s what happened the last time I went outside.
Jarod		You were in the wrong place at the wrong time. But that is not your fault. You can’t stop living your life because of it.
Rachel		I hear he set off another bomb.
Jarod		Yes he did. Thankfully, nobody else was hurt.
Rachel		You know, when I had my eyes behind a camera I could see things no one else could. I could take a thousand shots and tell you which one was perfect before it was developed. I can remember details of nearly every picture I ever took. That’s ironic. They tell me he was there that day. That I must have seen the man who did this to me as he was setting his bomb. But as hard as I try, I can’t remember.
		The Centre
Miss Parker		I can’t believe they think one of us is leaking information to Jarod.
Broots		Oh, I wish I hadn’t eaten that poppy seed muffin.
Miss Parker		They’re giving us a polygraph, you idiot, not a urine test.
Broots		I thought it was both.
Sydney		It should be, for you.
Broots		What… what is that supposed to mean?
Miss Parker		You’re the one who handles the information around here.
Sydney		I’m sorry, I’m in a filthy mood. Let’s not accuse each other.
Miss Parker		Oh, that means a lot coming from Jarod’s teddy bear.
Man		Miss Parker. To calibrate the machine please answer the following question untruthfully. Are you Eleanor Roosevelt?
Miss Parker		Yes.
Man		Have you pursued Jarod to the best of your ability?
Miss Parker		Yes.
Raines		Become her Angelo. Tell me if she is lying.
Man		Did you willfully misfire your weapon when attempting to apprehend Jarod in Miami, Florida?
Miss Parker		What?
Man		Yes or no please.
Miss Parker		No.
Man		Smoking is not permitted during a polygraph. Have you received a personal message from Jarod?
Miss Parker		It was a bunny. Yes.

Man		Did you secretly contact Jarod via a secure internet connection?
Sydney		Yes.
Man		Did you attempt to provide him with classified information?
Sydney		Yes, but with a view to bringing him home.
Man		Have you ever secretly met with Jarod?
Sydney		Mm-mmmm. No.
Raines		Is he lying? Is he the one?

Man		Have you ever used a controlled substance?
Broots		No.
Man		Were you in the lab when information regarding Jarod’s origins was leaked?
Broots		Yes.
Man		Did you leak the information Jarod received via special courier in Miami, Florida?
Broots		No.
Man		Have you ever lied to the Centre?
Broots		No.
Raines		He’s the leak, isn’t he, Angelo?
		Bomb Forensics Lab
Chomsky		So, you’ve decided to put in a transfer to Forensics, hmmmm?
Jarod		I’ve just been sifting through all the Fax Bomber debris.
Chomsky		You went over three thousand pieces of evidence here?
Jarod		Three thousand and twenty-five. I’ve specifically been studying the wires.
Chomsky		No, no, no. The Feds, they covered every centimetre of that copper.
Jarod		I know, I’ve been studying the encasements. There’s no pattern. This guy is random except for the detonator connectors. He’s very sensitive about them. He wants to be sure. That’s why they all have exactly the same parallel cut pattern.
Chomsky		Come on. Exactly the same?
Jarod		Exactly. Notice the angle of the grooves on the parallels. Gives us something to run down wi ht the knife manufacturers. And the cut contours confirm that he’s…
Chomsky		Right handed.
Jarod		Yes sir.
Chomsky		Low-tech.
Jarod		Very.
Chomsky		Mmmm.

Jarod		Hello.
Potato Head Man		Hey.
Jarod		Hey, how’s the spud of a thousand faces?
Potato Head Man		Well, I only have a 13 piece set so, technically this one’s only got, uh…
Jarod		One hundred and seventy-nine. I have a project for you.
Potato Head Man		I’m up to my ears in milk cartons here.
Jarod		Well, this one’s very special to me. It’s my mother. I was wondering if you could age her 30 years. I want to see what she would look like. I’ll make it worth your while.
Potato Head Man		Hey, I’ll see what I can do.
Jarod		Thanks.
Potato Head Man		Alright.
		Bus Depot
Bus Driver		It’s right over the, under the bus. It’s right over the, under the bus.
Jarod		Did the threat come in by fax?
Bus Driver		It was more of a phone call.
Carlson		Alright, we’ll take it from here.
Bus Driver		Thanks. Hey, can you guys kinda hurry up? ‘Cause I got buses backing up on me here, man and I… Take as much time as you need then. Thanks.
Jarod		You okay?
Carlson		Yeah. Come on.
Jarod		Got a backache?
		Locker Room
Jarod		They told me we would have a lot of hoax calls I training but I never thought it would feel like this.
Carlson		Let go, J.
Jarod		That’s easy for you to say. It was pretty tense back there.
Carlson		Don’t worry about it.
Jarod		That’s nice work.
Carlson		Oh yeah. From my army days.
Jarod		Let me guess. You got drunk one night.
Carlson		Blitzed. My whole unit. After Grenada, they stationed us down at Fort Buchanan, Puerto Rico. I do not remember one that that happened that entire month, except for this needle artist.He was a shriveled up little Puerto Rican guy who had a hole-in-the-wall shop in old San Juan. He inked every single guy in the whole platoon…
Latham		The whole platoon. You know how many eagles this guy had to do in one night? Give us a break, will you Carlson? You partner with this guy too long, you know his old unit like it was your own family.
		Huron River Institute For The Blind
Rachel		What are you doing?
Jarod		I’m going to turn this space into a darkroom.
Rachel		I live in a darkroom
Jarod		Good. Because I need you to develop a roll of film for me.
Rachel		Oh, that smells familiar.
Jarod		I thought you’d remember it.
Rachel		Is this some kind of new therapy?
Jarod		Call it a simulation.
Rachel		Simulation?
Jarod		Mm-hmm. I’m going to create an environment with all the stimuli you need to recreate an event and for you to become someone.
Rachel		Who do you want me to become?
Jarod		Yourself.
Rachel		Oh! Oh, my camera. Oh, I haven’t touched this since the… well, since the day at city hall.
Jarod		Now I want you to develop that roll of film, the pictures you took that day.
Rachel		Oh, but there’s no film in it.
Jarod		I know. I want you to develop the pictures in your mind.
Rachel		I’m on the rooftop at city hall. Natural light is at its… its perfect angle. The building is closed, it’s Sunday. And I’m, uh, getting last minute shots for my gallery opening.
Jarod		Are you alone?
Rachel		I think. I… I don’t see anyone. I don’t… I don’t see anyone… but I feel a tingle on the back of my neck. I don’t see anyone, but I hear something.
Jarod		What do you hear?
Rachel		Footsteps, walking quickly away.
Jarod		But, uh, you don’t think anything about it because you have other pictures to take.
Rachel		It’s right before it happens.
Jarod		We can stop this if you want.
Rachel		No. I walk over to where the footsteps are coming from but he’s gone.
Jarod		Rachel, do you see the bomb?
Rachel		It’s only an instant before the flash
Jarod		Do you see him?
Rachel		No. But… I smell something. I smell…
Jarod		You smell him.
Rachel		It must be, um… I don’t… I don’t know what it is. It… it’s cologne. No, it-it’s um, medicine, menthol. What athletes put on sore muscles.
Jarod		Liquid heat. Thank you.
		Welding Shop
Jarod		Are you Steven Johnson?
Steven Johnson		Yeah.
Jarod		Special Agent, Jarod Webster.
Steven Johnson		FBI? What did I do?
Jarod		Nothing Mr Johnson. I’m just doing a security check on one of your old army buddies, Daniel Carlson. He put you down as a reference.
Steven Johnson		If you want to clear Carlson, you’re talking to the wong guy.
Jarod		Why’s that?
Steven Johnson		Carlson talks a good game, but the rest of the squad had to carry him every step of the way.
Jarod		Well, the way he puts it, you were in a very tight unit.
Steven Johnson		We’d probably have shot him ourselves if he hadn’t caught the shrapnel in the shoulder.
Jarod		He has the company tattoo on his forearm.
Steven Johnson		You don’t see any moronic little birds on me, do you? Hell, Carlson came in one day all drunk queer little bird on his arm, talking about how he wanted the red of us to get ’em. Guy’s a dangerous little wannabe. Hey, what’s the little weasel applying for, anyway?
Jarod		Bomb Squad.
Steven Johnson		God help us all.
		Bomb Squad HQ
Jarod		You paged me?
Potato Head Man		Oh, yeah, dud. Sorry Santa was a little late but, uh “Ho, ho ho.”
Jarod		She’s still beautiful.
Potato Head Man		Now, um, you said you’d make it worth my while.
Jarod		Patience, Mr Potato Head. Thank you.
Potato Head Man		Okay.
Latham		Jarod, the Fax Bomber just blew himself up.
Jarod		Where’s Carlson?
Latham		He phoned it in.

Mrs Haring		Let me through! Let through!
Jarod		Let her through, this is her house, this is her son. Let her through. Are you hurt?
Mrs Haring		I wasn’t home last night. I had a date. Curtis? Curtis, Mama’s here. Ma’s here, honey.
Curtis		I had a feeling about this guy. I came over here to see if I could get him to talk. He must have seen me coming because the whole place went up. It knocked me all the way to the end of the driveway.
Chomsky		It was a nice play Carlson. Get yourself cleaned up. You look like hell.
Carlson		Thank you sir.
		Blue Cove
Miss Parker		I should have known it was him.
Sydney		Another croissant, Miss Parker?
Miss Parker		Cold coffee’s plenty. He always seemed to be… a step ahead… and then suddenly, we were a step behind.
Sydney		Broots has the classic non confrontational personality. I doubt he would put himself in harm’s way.
Miss Parker		Where the hell is he going now?
Sydney		Private investigator? Could he have found Jarod?
Miss Parker		I don’t know. But somebody just put themselves in harm’s way.
		Bomb Squad HQ
Jarod		It doesn’t make sense. The same bomber, who was so intelligent he didn’t leave as much as a speck of DNA behind, accidentally blows himself up in his own mother’s house?
Chomsky		Don’t start with me Nobel.
Jarod		And why would he keep all of his bomb-making equipment in a box in the garage when he had his own basement workshop?
Chomsky		Maybe he was feeling the heat and was planning to make a move.
Jarod		I don’t think he’s our man.
Chomsky		Why? Is he left-handed?
Jarod		As a matter of fact, he is.
Chomsky		The issue of guilt is up to a jury. Our job, collect evidence.
		Bomb Forensics Lab
Reporter		Now we have an exclusive with Officer Dan Carlson of the city Bomb Squad. So you defused his devices and brought him to justice. How does it feel to be the man who uncovered the Fax Bomber?
Carlson		I’m just glad this nightmare for the city is finally coming to an end.

Jarod		Not quite.
		Broots House
Miss Parker		Here.
Broots		What do you… what is this? What are you doing? Sweepers? In my house? That’s alright. That’s okay, it’s alright.
		The Centre
Miss Parker		He’s in the middle of the custody battle. The PI was trying to dig up something ont eh ex he could use in court.
Sydney		The plane ticket?
Miss Parker		Time for little Susie to fly home to Mommy.
Sydney		At least we’ve cleared him.
Miss Parker		Cleared him? He lied to the Centre. He never said anything about being married.
Sydney		He wanted his privacy. None of that justifies what we did.
Broots		You’re damn right.
Miss Parker		You’re late.
Broots		Well, I spent all morning on the phone with a lawyer. He dropped my case.
Sydney		Hmm.
Miss Parker		I’m sorry to hear that.
Broots		Mmm. Are you Miss Parker? Thanks to you, my daughter hasn’t stopped crying since last night. Tomorrow, I have to send her back to her mother, which is a place she doesn’t want to go.
Miss Parker		None of that has anything to do with the Centre.
Broots		I work here. I sold my soul to be in this place. I’m not selling her. So don’t mess with her, and don’t mess with me.
		Jarod’s Lair
Jarod		Hey Latham, what are you doing tonight?
		Bomb Squad HQ
Jarod		Hey, Carlson.
Carlson		What?
Jarod		You better take a look at this.
Carlson		What? Ugh. This is some kind of a hoax. Now we know that the Fax Bomber is in a hospital bed.
Jarod		Well, I guess he checked himself out. Let’s go.
		Hotel
Jarod		Main elevator banks?
Hotel Security		Right over there.
Jarod		Come on!
Carlson		Maybe we should wait for backup.
Jarod		And miss our chance to be heroes? Come on. Whoa, another Bad Betty.
Carlson		Oh, God. Let’s not rush into anything here?
Jarod		Oh look, he left a note.
Carlson		Careful, slow. This time it’s real. See?
Carlson		No!
Jarod		Forget it Carlson, this is the express. It wont stop for 60 floors. Oh-oh. Sixty floors if we’re lucky.
Carlson		What are you talking about?
Jarod		Barometric detonator. Designed to detonate at altitudes 600 or 700 feet. My guess is we’re good for 45, 50 floors, tops.
Carlson		We gotta get out of here!
Jarod		No, we’ve gotta defuse this bomb.
Carlson		No, there’s no time!
Jarod		Oh, there’s plenty of time. It should be easy for you. It’s just like all the other bombs you used to make.
Carlson		Huh?
Jarod		You know, the bombs you defused so you could be a hero just like your big brother was?
Carlson		Who the hell are you?
Jarod		Just your average, everyday miscreant. And someone who doesn’t think that Rachel Newton should have lost her eyesight so that you could be put in the limelight.
Carlson		Now, listen to me Jarod. I did not expect anybody to get hurt.
Jarod		Tell that to Curtis Haring. He was the guy you tried to blow up so you could cover your tracks.
Carlson		All right! That’s enough! Now, come on! Defuse this thing!
Jarod		Not so cool under pressure when it’s not your own bomb. But you see, people that plant bombs, they’re cowards at heart. And since I planted this one, I don’t want to stick around to watch it blow. Uh-oh. Twentieth floor. Better get to work. Hope you can figure out which wired to snip. Bye bye, hero.
Carlson		No, Jarod! Jarod!
Jarod		I guess that’s why they call it the express.
Bomb		10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1… Kaboom.
Chomsky		You’re under arrest Carlson.

Curtis		… that all of you at city hall will pay egregiously for what has happened to me…
Mrs Haring		Are you sure you want to say that?
Curtis		Say what?
Mrs Haring		Egregiously?
Curtis		Who’s writing this letter?
Mrs Haring		I was only making a suggestion.
Curtis		It’s my letter.
Mrs Haring		Alright, already. What do you want from me?
Curtis		Ma!
Mrs Haring		You don’t even know what it means.
Curtis		Do too!
Mrs Haring		Well, I can spell it.
Curtis		Just write it!
Mrs Haring		E-G-R…
Curtis		Get my dictionary.
Mrs Haring		I’m not going in that smelly basement.
Curtis		Ohhh! THere’s a fly on me.
Mrs Haring		Egregiously
Curtis		A fly on me. Ahhh!
		Huron River Institute For The Blind
Jarod		Morning May. Where’s Rachel?
May		There’s something you should see. Took her about half hour to get down there. But she got there, all by herself.
		The Centre
Raines		He’s still searching Mr Parker. But we will find the leak. I promise you that. Did you find something Angelo? Keep working. Keep working.

Épisode Equipe de déminage S01E11 - The Pretender Saison 1

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