I'm sure you know why I'm here. Because you're the man who knows what I'm going to do before I do it, right?

[puzzled a moment by her assertion]

Oh — the show. Right. Right! I saw you there. Wonderful. You like magic tricks.

Yeah. Yeah, I do like your magic tricks, clairvoyance… whatever you're calling it. Let's talk about something hard. A stolen nuclear munition is being smuggled into the United States, or may, in fact, already be here. I want you to look ahead and tell me where it's going to be deployed.

Uh... I think you've got the wrong guy. It's a magic act.

You going to stick with that story? Because millions of lives are at risk and you could, maybe, prevent a major catastrophe. On a practical note: we're standing in front of a stolen vehicle and you're wanted for assault involving a weapon at the casino.

All right — that was an accident. He had a gun. He was going to shoot two people.

Yeah? How'd you know that?
No good deed goes unpunished, does it?
I can fix your legal problems, buddy, but you've got to step up. Otherwise, your next magic show is going to be at Folsom State Prison.

It's ironic, but people like you, who try to "help", have been torturing me, in the full sense of the word, since I was three years old. What did they call it? Oh, yeah. Observed play therapy. Featuring, the marathon 36-hour, can-you-guess-the-next-flash-card game. So, please, leave me alone and let me live some semblance of a normal life.

I'd love to indulge your feelings, but I am dealing with a slightly larger picture right now. Now you can exercise your responsibility to help your fellow man or I will exercise that responsibility for you.