XMurdoch: Okay. The needler ain't set off the flash --
yet, but let me do the talkin' on this --
Darwin:
Stop!Murdoch: Or you can run at her shoutin'. Sure, why not.
Darwin:
You gotta -- uh.
Murdoch: Panicked girl with gun is now
your problem. I'll check on Blaine.
Darwin: ... Ellen, this place is rigged. You gotta stop shootin'.
Ellen: I need to kill Faden.
Darwin: Faden's dead. You can stop now.
Ellen: But what if he's not?
Darwin: He's dead.
Ellen:
But what if he's not?Darwin: ... you never killed before. Okay. Okay, gimme your hand. Feel the blood?
Ellen: I... wait. Yes. I feel it.
Darwin: No pulse, no life, tu vois (
you see)? Try him. Anything?
Ellen: No. No, there's nothing.
Darwin: You're sure now?
Ellen: I'm sure.
Darwin: C'est bon (
Good). It's always best to check the pulse. So as to be sure. ... Though
mostly, when they got a great fuckin' hole in they chest, you're good.
Ellen: Okay.