Put him on the helicopter. Kill his CIA agent.
He's my son.
He's your son? Congratulations! That's great! I had no idea. ...Kill his son.
I'll build anything you want, give FULCRUM their intersect. But my son walks away from here.
You'll build it either way.
You going to torture me? After 10 years away from my family, my son walks away!
Right, right. I'm not a monster. ...Maybe a little bit of a monster. Today's his lucky day. Shotgun on the chopper. Let's go.







