Emily: Hi…
Wyatt: Is your dad home?
Emily: Who’s asking?
Wyatt: Would you fetch him for me, please?
Emily: Uh, sure.
Wyatt: I’ll wait here.
Sean: Some guy?
Emily: Yeah, he’s waiting on the porch.
Sean: [tuts] You shouldn’t be answering the door at this time of night.
Emily: [shrugs]
Sean: Don’t scoff all the noodles without me.
Emily: You snooze you lose.
…
Sean: What the hell are you doing here, Shaw?
Wyatt: You live rather more modestly than I would have expected.
Sean: [scoffs] I’m a beat cop, not a millionaire. What do you want?
Wyatt: I want to know where I can find Ames.
Sean: The Bay.
Wyatt: That was easy.
Sean: You’re not one to waste your time without good reason.
Wyatt: Why was she transferred right after arresting Oscar?
Sean: Why do you think?
Wyatt: She tried to recruit him?
Sean: Hardly! She’s not an agent anymore, she can’t do shit.
Wyatt: She could still point him in the right direction without getting involved herself.
Sean: He didn’t seem interested; walked out on her.
Wyatt: Are you sure?
Sean: I’m pretty sure your father would have made it clear he wasn’t to speak to her again.
Wyatt: And she left it at that?
Sean: I doubt she’d risk pursuing it, not after Spencer got involved.
Wyatt: What if he approached her?
Sean: That’s a big if. What’ve you got against the guy?
Wyatt: Nothing.. it’s just a hunch.
Sean: Guess you can’t argue with that.
Wyatt: Some people do.
Sean: [snorts] I’m afraid I can’t help you in that department.
Wyatt: I suppose not… Thanks for being helpful at all.
Sean: If you slip me a little on the side now n’ then, maybe I won’t tell your old man you’ve been poking around behind his back.
Wyatt: He should be grateful I bother.
Sean: Perhaps! Nighty night, Wyatt.
