The End of the Line
LARSON: Sorry, darlin'. This is the end of the line.
LARA: Just hand it over, Larson. This has nothing to do with you.
LARSON: What's it got to do with you? This Scion belongs to Natla; Face it, you got no business here.
LARA: I don't have time for this. Get out of the way or you die.
LARSON: What you gonna do, shoot me? C'mon, Lara; I just work here. Now I know how bad you want this, but I can't let you pass. And we both know you're not gonna kill me for it. That's just not who you are.
LARA: I'm not who you think I am.