Blow Out

- Shit.
- What's wrong?

The battery in the transmitter is arcing.
It's burning him. I gotta get in there.

- You can't. You'll blow his cover.
- I gotta go in there.

- You can't.
- My fuckin' battery burned a hole in him!

- You're gonna screw things up!
- Shh.

- I gotta go.
- Jack, you're nuts.

Aw, Jesus Christ.
Aw... no.
- It wasn't your fault.
- Yeah, well, you tell that to Freddie.

- Shit.
- Are you OK?

No. Something's buggin' me. This whole
thing with Henry, the governor's assistant.

Oh, he talked to you too, huh?
That's why I'm leavin' town.

He gave me some money
to disappear for a while.

I thought so. Look, they are covering up
a lot more than you being with McRyan.

- I know that tyre was shot out.
- How can you be so sure?

- Did you see the News Today photos?
- Yeah.

I found a way to put my sound with them.
And when you see it,
I'm sure you'll see it was no blowout.

I don't know.
Would you stick around
for a couple of days?