A close-up on the brown-haired woman. Three claw marks can be seen on the left side of her face. "I will only bother you for a few minutes, I promise. I was just hoping we could discuss the matter in private, like the good friends we are..." Arthur Hawthorne cuts her off: "Friends? Since when are traitors called 'friends'?" - The woman tries to reply: "Look, we already discussed this. We would have told you before, if only you-" but Arthur Hawthorne doesn't want to hear any of what she has to say. "I don't care for your excuses. You'll have to kill me before you can put your hands on him!" he says, angry. A pause. "Couldn't have expected a better answer" says the woman, as she pulls a knife out of her jacket.A close-up on the brown-haired woman. Three claw marks can be seen on the left side of her face. "I will only bother you for a few minutes, I promise. I was just hoping we could discuss the matter in private, like the good friends we are..." Arthur Hawthorne cuts her off: "Friends? Since when are traitors called 'friends'?" - The woman tries to reply: "Look, we already discussed this. We would have told you before, if only you-" but Arthur Hawthorne doesn't want to hear any of what she has to say. "I don't care for your excuses. You'll have to kill me before you can put your hands on him!" he says, angry. A pause. "Couldn't have expected a better answer" says the woman, as she pulls a knife out of her jacket.
A close-up on the brown-haired woman. Three claw marks can be seen on the left side of her face. "I will only bother you for a few minutes, I promise. I was just hoping we could discuss the matter in private, like the good friends we are..." Arthur Hawthorne cuts her off: "Friends? Since when are traitors called 'friends'?" - The woman tries to reply: "Look, we already discussed this. We would have told you before, if only you-" but Arthur Hawthorne doesn't want to hear any of what she has to say. "I don't care for your excuses. You'll have to kill me before you can put your hands on him!" he says, angry. A pause. "Couldn't have expected a better answer" says the woman, as she pulls a knife out of her jacket.

Mysterious voice: I will only bother you for a few minutes, I promise. I was just hoping we could discuss the matter in private, like the good friends we are...

Hawthorne: Friends? Since when are traitors called 'friends'?
Mysterious voice: Look, we already discussed this. We would have told you before, if only you-

Hawthorne: I don't care for your excuses. You'll have to kill me before you can put your hands on him!
Mysterious voice: ...Couldn't have expected a better answer.