Fulcrum Agent: Okay, let's try this one more time. The microchip. Please. The microchip now!
Bryce: Release the kid first.
Chuck: Kid? Honestly, we were born in the same year.
Fulcrum Agent: Give me the chip and I'll let him go.
(Bryce raises his arm and puts his gun down)
Fulcrum Agent: The chip.
Bryce: There. Now release him.
Fulcrum Agent: Sorry.
Bryce: You got it?
Sarah: (Sarah, out of the Fulcrum Agents's view, whispers) Yeah, I got it.
Bryce: Take it...take the shot, Sarah. Sarah! Take the shot! Take it!
(A shot from elsewhere rings)
Casey: You want something done right, you do it yourself.