Most scenes together: CIA Supervisor & Palmer (6), Osbourne Cox & Katie (3), Osbourne Cox & Palmer (2)
And this, uh, analyst--ex-analyst--uh...
Cox.
Yeah. What's his clearance level?
Three.
Just...for now, just keep an eye on everyone, see what they do.
Yes sir. And we'll interface with the FBI on this, ah, dead body.
No, no! God, no! We don't want those idiots bumbling around in this! Burn the body. Get rid of it. And, uh, keep an eye on everyone...see what they do. Report back to me, when, uh...I dunno. When it makes sense.
Where is the Treasury guy, Pfarrer?
Right now?
Right now.
Um, he is in a detention room in Washington Dulles.
Why?
He was trying to board a flight to Venezuela. We had his name on a hot list, ah, CBP pulled him in. Um...don't know why he was trying to go to Venezuela.
...you don't know?
No, sir.
We have no extradition with Venezuela.
...oh. So what should we do with him?
****'s sake, put him on the next flight to Venezuela!
Who do you work for? CIA? NSC?
Tuchman Marsh! […]
Is that a law firm?
No, a rock band. Yes, it’s a law firm.
Why are you following me?
Divorce action, numb nuts. […]
Jesus. Grow up, man. It happens to everybody.
You think that might be enough carrots?
… What?
For the salad.
You know, you really are a negative person.
What?
I've tried to ignore it, to remain upbeat.
Harry, stop the foolishness.
Stop the foolishness?
Yes, and behave. You are not speaking to one of your "shithole buddies". [Harry storms out]
I know you. You're the guy from the gym.
Ted I'm not here representing Hardbodies.
Oh yes. I know very well what you represent. You represent the idiocy of today.
Ted I don't represent that, either. […]
You're in league with that moronic woman. You're part of a league of morons.
Ted No. No.
Oh yes. You see, you're one of the morons I've been fighting my whole life, my whole **** life. But guess what? Today, I win.
Um, there is--
What?
Um--
What?
There is the woman, the gym woman, Linda Litzke--
Oh, we picked her up, we, we have her.
"We have her"? To-to-to do what with?
She says she'll, uh, "play ball", if we pay for, um, some--I know this sounds odd--some surgeries that she wants. Cosmetic surgery. She says she'll sit on everything.
How much?
There were several procedures, altogether they--
Well, um, this analyst--Cox--was attacking the gym guy. Um, it was in broad daylight, on the street, and our man did not know what to do, felt he had to step in.
...yes?
He, um, he shot the analyst. He shot Cox.
Good.
No sir, he's in a coma.
Um, they don't think he's gonna make it. They--they--they don't think--they're pretty sure that he has no, ah, no brain function.
Ah, not quite certain, sir, but it's...messy.
Kalima 2 tells us they have computer files from an ex-analyst of mine, Osbourne Cox.
Kalima 2...?
Our man in the Russian embassy.
Hmm.
They were brought in to them by a woman--
Yeah. It was, ah, brought in by a woman named Linda Litzke, an associate of a guy named Harry Pfarrer. Her picture's in the file, with Pfarrer's.
The Russians?
Throw it out?!
You can't do that! You should put a note up in the ladies' locker room.
Put a note up? "Highly classified shit found, Signals Intelligence shit, CIA shit? Hello? Did you lose your secret CIA shit?" I don't think so.
Jesus **** Christ.
Yeah.
What did we learn, Palmer?
I don't know sir.
I don't **** know either. I guess we learned not to do it again.
Yes, sir.
I'm **** if I know what we did.
Yes sir, it's, uh... hard to say.
Yeah, I tell ya. I saw an ad for this in a gentlemen's magazine. Twelve hundred bucks, TWELVE HUNDRED BUCKS. I'm lookin' at this thing and I think, "You gotta be kiddin' me." I'm a hobbyist. Thing's basically nothing but speed rails. I figure I'd go down to Home Depot and whip this up myself for... a hundred bucks. [Pulls the tarp off the machine]
...What is it?
What is it?? [Points to the chair] You sit down there, make yourself comfortable, put your feet in the stirrups, and...
Oh my God!...[Hushed voice] THAT'S FANTASTIC.
Something, isn't it? Hundred bucks, all in; not counting the labor and...the cost of the dildo -those things aren't cheap- See, I like to...I'm not set up to mold hard rubber.
Is this goat cheese?
Chevre, yes, that is a goat cheese.
Because I have lactose reflux. I can—
You're lactose intolerant? Or you have acid reflux? They're two different things.
I know what they are.
Then you misspoke.
Oh, yeah, I can eat goat cheese.
What is going on?
Some clown—a couple of clowns got ahold of my memoirs.
Your what?
Stole it or... I have no idea how they—
Your what?
My memoirs... the book I'm writing.
Why in God's name would they think that's worth anything?!
Where's the money?
He hit me.
Where's the money?!
Uhhh... Osbourne?... Osbourne Cox?
Yes?... Uh... Who is this?
Ummm... This ummm... Is this Osbourne Cox?
Um... I'm a Good Samaritan... I'm sorry I'm calling at such an hour... But I thought you might be worried...
Worried?
About the security...... Of your shit.
