Man: Can't you see I'm busy? Go bother someone else.
Jensen: Nice hat. I'm here for Evelyn's autopsy report.
Man: What? Are you mad?
Jensen: No, just impatient.
Man: But that's not what . . . You were supposed to remember and use the correct expression. Gods! What have I gotten myself into? Meet me outside the clinic. Turn left from the front and go down the stairs. I'll be waiting at the corner.
Psst! Over here! Come on now! Nice hat. Do you have any idea what you're dealing with here? You could get me fired for this! Or worse!
Jensen: You'll be fine. You can stop whispering now.
Man: Right. Well, you're not exactly what I was expecting. I was told I would be meeting a girl. How do I know you're not an imposter or some sort of double-agent? Don't think I don't know this could all just be an elaborate trap to set me up!
Jensen: Look, no offense, Mister . . . X, or whatever your name is. But I really don't have time for this. So if you could simply just give me what I came for, I'll be on my way.
Man: Yes, yes. I have it right here. Evelyn Carmichael's autopsy report. Here, take it.
Jensen: Thank you.
Man: I trust you will put this information to good use? Because accountability and justice is at an all time low, I'm afraid. It pains me to see this once great city, which stood as a bastion for reform and progress against our oppressive Communist origins, succumb to the trappings of corporate bureaucracy and petty corruption. Corruption so often typical of your Western governments.
Jensen: Whatever you say. Now if you don't mind, I really must be going.
Man: Well, there is still the matter of my payment. One thousand credits was the agreed-upon price, I believe. Isn't that right?
Jensen: A little piece of advice. When attempting to extort money from someone, don't give them what they want before trying to rip them off.
Man: What? What? You mean you aren't going to pay? But I risked everything to get you that file!
Jensen: Chalk it up to a learning experience and move on.
Man: You . . . you . . . you scoundrel! You'll regret this, someday! You just ... you just mark my words!
Jensen: See you later, X.
Malik, I just got the autopsy report. No drugs or alcohol in Evelyn's system, and her estimated time of death doesn't fit Lee's story. She did die from a head wound but not one that matches the evidence found at the scene.
Faridah: I knew it! It couldn't have been just an accident!
Jensen: There's more. Evelyn was pregnant. Malik?
Faridah: I'm here. I ... we can't let him get away with this, Jensen. He's guilty. He has to be. Can you go to his apartment?
Jensen: And do what?
Faridah: Get proof! Get something! I'm sending you the coordinates. Contact me again when you're there.