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Jared: groggily “Frida?” Frida: Hi Jared. Do you remember what happened? You were shot in the leg. Dr. Landgraab already performed the surgery. He says you’re going to be okay. Jared: And you? Are you okay? Looks like you got stitches. Frida: I’m fine. It happened so fast… some glass shattered, and I got hit in the face. Don’t worry, I’m giving a statement to the police later. We’ll get the bastard who did this to you. Jared: Don’t, Frida. Don’t tell the cops about the money. They can’t know. Frida: What? Why not? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not fond of cops, but… do you know something, Jared? Jared: I don’t know anything—and neither do you, understand? Frida: But— Madison: Oh my god, Jared!