we've worked too hard, con. there's no margin for error.
you're using the first team, yes?
how's that?
drop it. it's the same odd voice we heard earlier. the man with the speech impediment.
sorry, but that won't work. i don't care if he lives or dies, now drop the gun. a pause. once more, joe calculates the odds. no dice. he places the rifle on the desk.
walk over there by your friend, joe. hallenbeck turns around.  and, for once, his jaw drops. he's looking at a man he never thought he'd see again. a man who suffers from facial paralysis ever since his head bounced off the georgetown turnpike eight years ago.