Ingram: Look, with the knowledge you have, why don't you just make some quick money on the stock market or sports; buy an island and just hide out when shit hits the fan. Stay out of our way and we'll leave you alone.
Kiera: Do you know who I am?
Ingram: You're a Protector.
Kiera: Yeah. A Protector. Just a nobody cop. You, you're somebody. And I bet with the right person and the proper means to look, I could find out quite a bit about you.
Alec: (through Kiera's CMR) Is the right person me?
(Kiera turns toward Ingram and bangs on the table)
Kiera: Yes, I'm talking to you!
Alec: It is me. Okay, sweet. What are we looking for?
Kiera: You were born Lucas Talbert.
Alec: Talbert, got it.
Kiera: You took your mother's name, Ingram, when your father went to prison. She was, oh, no, correction, she will be born in Victoria a few years from now to Kent and Mary Lee Ingram.
Alec: Mary Lee Ingram, found her. 66 Beaconsfield Road.
Kiera: 66 Beaconsfield Road.
Alec: It's on a cul-de-sac.
Kiera: Last house on the right. That's the price of being a famous terrorist.
Ingram: You wouldn't.
Kiera: Right before I buy that island.
(Kiera walks out of the room: Carlos is standing outside the door)
Ingram: Wait! I'll tell you what I know.
Carlos: What did you say to him?
Kiera: We talked about his future.