Endmin, why did you come back?
You have not been straight with me, Mr. Harper.
I saw your work diary. You are troubled by your research.
I understand. Your secret is safe with me.
It's alright. Your efforts will pay off.
Sure. Someone told me it's scrap data. I'll scan you a copy.
What do you mean? I don't understand.
Sorry, but I must leave with this data file.
Ah ... So you ... found out about it...
I found some data related to your research. Wanna look?
I'm so close... SO CLOSE! SO FRIGGIN' CLOSE to success!
I cannot give up! I've committed my entire career and reputation on this thing!
Please, Endmin... Will you ... keep it a secret for me?
Oh, thank you so much... I promise! I'm really *THAT* close!
I won't waste the second chance you gave me, Endmin! I swear!
Ugh. Fine. All the data files are here...
There it goes... Years of my blood, sweat, and tears...
I hope so. I hope they don't shelve this project.
Alright. Let me take a look...
This prototype... It's really different from what I have in mind! Wha ... Why didn't I think of this?
This prototype just gave me a jolt of inspiration! I can totally take another shot at this! Endmin! Can you ... give this to me? I really need it for reference!
Scrap data...? The project owners probably ended up like me. The bottleneck probably trapped them for too long...
I'll also give a copy of my research. Someone must bring a complete backup safely out of this place.