[Collin, disguised as a doctor, tries to kill Kate with an injection; Luther, also disguised as a doctor, comes up behind him and jabs a syringe into his neck]
Luther Whitney:
Dr. Kevorkian, I presume? My guess is this is right in your carotid artery about now. You're gonna get a little woozy. But if I give you the rest of this, it's gonna fry your brain down to the size of a peanut! Drop that.
[Collin drops the syringe, and Luther eases him down to the floor]
Tim Collin:
[whispering]
Luther, he's my president, right or wrong.
Luther Whitney:
Well, he made a mistake. *You* made a mistake. When you went after my little girl, that was *entirely* unacceptable.
Tim Collin:
[pleading weakly]
Mercy.
Luther Whitney:
I'm fresh out.
[Luther plunges the injection into Collin's neck; Collin groans as he dies]
Kate Whitney:
[starts waking up in hospital bed]
Daddy?
Luther Whitney:
[softly]
Go to sleep, darling.
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