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Impressive. Most impressive. Obi-Wan has taught you well. You have controlled your fear. Now, release your anger. Only your hatred can destroy me.

Oh, come on! How can you know my father? You don't even know who I am. Oh, I don't even know what I'm doing here! We're wasting our time!

I cannot teach him. The boy has no patience.

He will learn patience.

Much anger in him... like his father.

Was I any different when you taught me?

I'm sorry. It looks funny when you're mad.

But a criminal is not complicated. What you really fear is inside yourself. You fear your own power. You fear your anger, the drive to do great or terrible things.

But I know the rage that drives you. That impossible anger strangling the grief, until the memory of your loved one is just... poison in your veins. And one day, you catch yourself wishing the person you loved had never existed, so you would be spared your pain.

I don't belong here. I belong in your world, at Hogwarts. It's the only place I've got friends.

Friends who don't write to Harry Potter?

Well, I expect they've been… Hang on. How do you know my friends haven't been writing to me?

Harry Potter mustn't be angry with Dobby. Dobby hoped if Harry Potter thought his friends had forgotten him Harry Potter might not want to go back to school, sir.

Give me those. Now.

This isn't a joke, Laurel. Martin Somers got attacked last night.

What?

Yeah.

By who?

It doesn't matter. Point is, you have whipped up a storm with these guys, and until the dust settles you'll be protected, okay? End of discussion.

That might have worked when I was eight. But it's not gonna work anymore.

End of discussion, Laurel! You're insistent on doing your job, that's great. But this is me doing mine, okay? And not just as a father, but as a cop. These people, they are more dangerous than you are willing to admit. And you've made them angry.

That's my secret, Captain. I'm always angry.

Father Time has his way with us all. Looks like you must have pissed him off.

You know, Marty's single big problem was that he never really knew himself, so he never really knew what to want. But I'm big enough to not stay angry at someone for that… not after all this time.

I understand your anger, senor. My name is Ishmael Villalobos. My son stole your property. He wishes to return it and apologise. It is as you left it. Everything is there. Everything.

They're a lot less angry when they walk out of here than when they walk in.

You think this is funny, Jake? This is all your fault.

How is that?

Well, all this business with fighting. You're the one who's supposed to be setting the example.

I thought that was your job.

Well, I am trying, but all he wants is to be you. You think you're the only one who gets angry, Jake? You think you're the only one who wants to break stuff? I'd like to break stuff, too!