Torchwood2006

Security Guy:
Hold it there!

Owen Harper:
[stops, removes hood, looks at guard and continues up the stairs slowly] Evening. Nice place you've got here. Love what you've done with the pictures.

Security Guy:
Who are you? Why are my sensors not picking you up? Okay, stop. Stop! Or I'll shoot.

Owen Harper:
No, you won't. You're a security guard. Come on, that gun's just for show, innit? Do you know what a bullet does to a living person? It's not like a knife through butter. No no no no, it rotates, tears into the flesh and the gooey stuff behind it, rips into the organs and, oof, it's not nice. But anyway, I haven't got any body heat. You must know what that means. You can't kill a dead man.

Security Guy:
What are you?

Owen Harper:
I'm wrong.

Security Guy:
What are you?

Owen Harper:
[shows gloved hand with broken finger] I'm broken. I'm Dr. Owen Harper.

Owen Harper:
[snatches gun, whispers] And I'm having one hell of a day.

[Owen punches out the guard with the butt of the gun]