talk about what? marco hesitates -- looks to lt. col. howard, who sits grimly, off the one side, with col. garret.
dreams? a lone woman, special agent volk, sits in a distant corner on a folding chair. she's implacable, staring intently at marco. ramirez holds up the notebook -- a page of crazy drawings and text.
what's your obsession with raymond shaw?
goodbye. get out of here.
shaw won't press charges, and he's got juice with important friends. it's today's daily double. agent volk closes her notebook and moves past goldring as he picks up the tape recorder. she glances at howard, and leaves the room.