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CIA Superior
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- CIA Superior: What did we learn, Palmer?
- CIA Officer: I don't know, sir.
- CIA Superior: I don't fuckin' know either. I guess we learned not to do it again.
- CIA Officer: Yes, sir.
- CIA Superior: I'm fucked if I know what we did.
- CIA Officer: Yes, sir, it's, uh, hard to say
- CIA Superior: Jesus Fucking Christ.
- CIA Superior: Where is the, uh, the treasury guy? Pfarrer?
- CIA Officer: Right now?
- CIA Superior: Right now.
- CIA Officer: Um, he is in a detention room at Washington Dulles.
- CIA Superior: Why?
- CIA Officer: He was trying to board a flight to Venezuela. We had his name on a hot list, the CB people pulled him in, uh. Don't know why he was going to Venezuela.
- CIA Superior: You don't know?
- CIA Officer: No, sir.
- CIA Superior: We have no extradition with Venezuela.
- CIA Officer: Oh. So what should we do with him?
- CIA Superior: For fuck's sake, put him on the next flight to Venezuela!
- CIA Officer: Yes, sir. Okay.
- CIA Superior: Okay. So, the gym manager is dead.
- CIA Officer: Yes, sir.
- CIA Superior: The body is?
- CIA Officer: Tha-that's gone, sir.
- CIA Superior: Okay.
- CIA Officer: Um, but there was a, um, snag.
- CIA Superior: What?
- CIA Officer: Well, um. This analyst, Cox, was attacking the gym guy. It was in broad daylight, on the street. Our man, uh, did not know what to do. He felt he had to step in.
- CIA Superior: Yes?
- CIA Officer: He, um, he shot the analyst. He shot Cox.
- CIA Superior: Good. Great! Is he dead?
- CIA Officer: No, sir. He's in a coma.
- [CIA Superior grimaces]
- CIA Officer: They don't think he's gonna make it. They don't-they don't think, they're pretty sure he has no brain function.
- CIA Superior: Okay. Okay. If he wakes up we'll worry about it then. Jesus, what a clusterfuck.
- CIA Superior: The Russians?
- CIA Officer: Mmm-hmm.
- CIA Superior: The Russians?
- CIA Officer: Mmm-hmm, Russian Embassy.
- CIA Superior: Are you sure?
- CIA Officer: Hey, the guy was not hard to follow, as you know.
- CIA Superior: Why the fuck would they go to the Russians? Why the fuck?
- CIA Superior: For now just keep an eye on everyone. See what they do.
- CIA Officer: Yes, sir. And we'll interface with the FBI on this dead body.
- CIA Superior: 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 don't know, when it makes sense.
- CIA Officer: We'll... interface with the FBI on this dead body.
- CIA Superior: No, no. God no. We don't need those idiots fucking everything up. Burn the body. Get rid of it.
- CIA Officer: OK.