[A yawn makes Blake's jaw crack loudly.] Must be fuckin' confusing, picking out the bad guys when everybody's a contract killer.

Police without weapons. Fuckin' ridiculous. Nobody's gonna listen to you if you don't have the firepower to back it up. That's one problem I bet you don't have.

[Blake scrubs his hand through his hair, trying to get his brain working for the morning.]

Yeah. There's always assholes, wherever you go. What're you gonna do about it? Kill 'em?