Jensen: I'm sorry, Redford. I won't do it.
Radford: What is this? Some Asimov First Law bullshit? What did they do, robot? Program mercy out of you? Or you just too much of a chicken shit to get your hands dirty?
Hey, robot, did you change your mind? Either finish me off or get the fuck out of my face! Just let me die in peace.
Jensen: Is this what you really want?
Radford: Does a bear Pope in the woods? Shit. I fucked that one up. Listen, robot, if I could do it myself, I would. I got no family left, no one left to mourn. It's for the best. I'm not going to be a burden on society.
Jensen: Last chance, Brent.
Radford: Just fucking do it.
Jensen: It'll be quick.
Radford: I know. You did a good thing here.
Jensen: The ones that did this, I'll find them.
Radford: Look at you, an iron giant with a heart of gold. But don't do it for me. Do it for her, for Michelle. You owe her your life.
Jensen: Pritchard, I located Radford. He was attacked by men in suits. Private security. Secret Service types. I'm going after them.
Pritchard: What about Radford? Did you get anything out of him?
Jensen: He didn't make it. There was nothing I could do.
Pritchard: Right, I'll call it in. You have a new lead, at least?
Jensen: Yeah, I'm on my way there now. I'll contact you when I have more.
Man: Of course, he is. I know Mr. Grey is landing tonight. We're working on it. Yeah.
Listen, believe me, we tried. The old man proved resilient. We left someone behind to watch him. If we need, we can go back, but I'm not sure how much more he can take. That's why we need Smith.
We tried that already. Look, he can't get the safe open. That's why if you could, send Smith down.
Right, thank you, sir. Now, we'll contact you as soon as we have the information.