INT. LIVING ROOM - 12:16 AM
[HARRY heaves in relief as he finishes bandaging his leg. Blood starts to seep through it, and he rolls his eyes. He stares at the notebook in front of him and stumbles towards it]
HARRY: (to himself, fiddling with his pencil) "GCPD. Ten. Let's spill some blood."
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