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Sir, you can't go up there!

Sir! You can't just run upstairs!

So I need all those numbers in

place. You guys cross-check, okay?

You can't go up there!

- What the hell is this?

Sir, excuse me, sir!

Oh, my God. Excuse me.

I'm so sorry, sir.

That's okay, honey. Thanks,

Marissa, it'll be all right.

You're Karl Schuuster?

Uh, yeah, yes, I am.

Um, you got me at a

little disadvantage here.

My name's Lex Walker.

I don't know what's going on here, but let

me just start off with a little apology.

See, I got a terribly hectic

schedule today, I'm gonna be tied up.

In the interest of speeding things up,

what can I do for you?

What are you here for?

You knew my daughter, Samantha Walker?

Hmm... Is that right?

Yeah, she worked for you.

Well, for at least this company anyway.

Well, I understand why you'd think that,

but something you should know is

that I have hundreds of employees

and I guess a pretty large

portion of them I've never met,

and I'm afraid your

daughter is one of them.

Well, gentlemen, you

can leave now. Thank you.

Uh, do me a favor, Saphire should

be sitting right outside that office.

Would you ask him to come in

and show this gentleman down

to human resources, thanks.

And now, Mister, uh, Walker, um,

I've got a webinar presentation.

She was killed over a week ago.

And the body they were gonna

ship back to London wasn't hers.

Your corporate office was one

of the last numbers she called.

Uh, jeez, I'm... I'm...

I'm very sorry to hear about

that, accept my condolences.

I just need some help.

Tell me the last time she was here,

times, dates, anything,

please, I'm begging you.

I'd really love to help you,

but if you came here for

those answers from me,

I'm sorry, again, I really am.

I don't know, this city, it's...

I don't know, it just gets rougher...

It's rotten, especially if you're a pretty,

little blonde, you know? It's just...

I never mentioned the color of her hair.

I'm sorry, uh... Saphire.

Please, just look at her picture.

That's her. It's a

different girI, it's not Sam.

Sorry.

Can you show him

downstairs, please, guys?

All right.

Good luck to you.

Follow me.

Certainly,

sir, just one moment.

Transferring you now.

Most Industries.

One moment, please.

- There's one other thing.

- It's time to leave.

You want to watch that hand,

mate. You might just lose it.

From a proper gent like

you? I don't think so.

Most Industries.

And I'm not asking you again.

I need security to

suite 712 immediately!

Down!

Down! Get on the ground now!

On your knees! Down!

Get your hands behind your back.

I could swear I

just left here an hour ago.

Lieutenant's

been all over my ass.

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