Jake Sullivan: frantic What's this 'bout? Who's got you?
I've got everything ready, soon we will be going to my secret hideout, only 2 more weeks, then we can be together, I love you-
Jake Sullivan: interrupting What the hell are you talking about? Just spit it out!
We're leaving soon, I love you
Jake Sullivan: angry Dammit, Quinn, I'm not gonna sit here and listen to some half-assed cryptic message. You better start talking plain and clear right now. What's going on?
Jake Sullivan: slamming his fist on the table Three weeks? What the fuck does that mean? Are you saying there's some kind of countdown? What's the target? Who's the enemy? Talk to me, damn it!
Jake Sullivan: pacing back and forth, frustrated Damn it, Quinn! If you think you can play some mind game with me, you're wrong.
it rings again, she answers
Jake Sullivan: demanding Alright, Quinn, you wanna play this game? Fine. Give me something solid, something I can work with.
In 3 weeks, there will be a delivery
Jake Sullivan: leaning forward, intense A delivery? What kind of delivery? Weapons? Explosives? Drugs? Spit it out, Quinn!
stunned A...a baby? What the hell, Quinn? What's going on? Why would you be delivering a baby?
stands up abruptly, anger simmering Holy shit, Quinn! You're telling me all this time we've been playing cat and mouse, I had a kid hidden away from me?
I didn’t know how you’d react if you knew, she’s 2 years old
paces around, fists clenched Two fucking years? And you kept this from me? I deserve better than this bullshit, Quinn!
I know, I know you and I were a mess back then, I didn’t know what to do
throws his phone against the wall, voice filled with frustration Mess? Damn right we were a goddamn mess!