Carella: Jensen? What are you doing here?
Jensen: I think you know why I'm here, Tindall. I want Carella's security footage back.
Tindall: I don't know what you're talking about.
Jensen: I'm Sarif Industries' chief of security. I'm pretty sure I can find out about an edited security tape, so don't bullshit me.
Tindall: Awe, shit. Listen, Jensen, I never wanted things to get this bad. I'm not a bad guy. I feel for Carella, I really do. But sometimes, for a good cause, you have to get your hands dirty.
Jensen: Oh, there's a good cause now?
Tindall: Oh, I see. You think I'm selling the stuff, right? I understand why this would seem like an obvious motive, especially to an ex-cop. But trust me, you shouldn't always take things at face value. I'm not selling the Neuropozyne. I'm giving it away.
Jensen: Giving it away? To who?
Tindall: To the people who need it. You think everyone gets augmented by choice? No. Shit happens. And then what? You're saddled with Neuropozyne injections for the rest of your life, and that shit costs money. But what choice do you have? Without the drug, you'll die! Rejection syndrome, crippling pain, that just ain't right. So I did the only decent thing to do. I stepped up.
Jensen: Whatever your reasons, Carella wants out, and it's his right. Blackmail is still blackmail. I won't leave without that footage, Tindall.
Tindall: Oh, screw the footage. Right now I've got two local pushers on my back because they say my philanthropic actions are undercutting their profit.
Jensen: That's not your only problem. A gun-toting client was waiting for you in your apartment earlier.
Tindall: Really? In my apartment? Shit, the dealers probably sent him. Tell you what, I'll deal with the client later. You take care of the dealers, and the footage is yours.
Jensen: Okay, I'll help you out. But you better not be playing me.
Tindall: You give me way too much credit, Jensen. I'm a security tech, not a hardened mobster. The two pushers go by the name P-Gee and Bee-K. They hang out in the alley near the basketball court. Just make sure they never bother me again.
Jensen: You're asking me to kill them?
Tindall: That's a bit drastic, isn't it? But it's your call, as long as they leave me alone. The important thing is you need to take care of both of them.
Tindall: Look, I told you, if you want me to give you that security footage, you're going to have to get those pushers off my ass first.
Jensen: I've taken care of the dealers, now hand over the footage.
Tindall: Thanks, Jensen. Listen, I know it's not something you did from the bottom of your heart, but still, you saved my ass. Here's the footage.
Jensen: Whatever, Tindall. I didn't do this for you. You coerced a man into breaking the law to serve your own purpose. And in my book, that makes you a piece of shit.
Tindall: Well, you're nothing but a company lapdog who doesn't give a damn about justice as long as he gets a big fat paycheck. And in my book, that makes you a piece of shit, Jensen.
Tim: Did you get it yet? Adam, please, you have to get that security footage back.
Jensen: I got the footage. You owe me one, Tim.
Tim: Yeah, you got that right, Jensen. I mean, thank you so much. This is my life I just got back. Here. There's the weapon mod, as promised.
Jensen: You're lucky I don't report you to Sarif. I ever catch you doing anything remotely shady like this again, and I won't be as forgiving. You get that?
Tim: Yeah, I get it. And for what it's worth, I'm really sorry.