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so someone could see into this bag on the other side.

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- Woman: Yeah? - Oh.

Hey, uh, did I wake you?

No.

Uh, um, what are you up to?

I'm just operating on a frog.

- Uh, wow. Yeah? - Yeah.

- What part? - Wrist.

- They have wrists? - Yeah. Sort of.

Well, I... I didn't know you were gonna be up.

I know you told me not to call.

I was just... I was gonna leave a message

saying that I'm okay and I hope you guys are okay.

I... I didn't think you'd be working.

I'm not work... Of course, I was sleeping.

You think I'm operating on a fucking frog at midnight?

- The police station. - Yeah.

Which?

There's only one.

And it's in there?

They brought the bag in there.

Yeah, early this morning.

With other things. These other things.

You'll be going there today for your interviews, you men.

Get it back.

It's got my name. It's got John Lakeman on it.

On what?

On one of those little things...

you tie around the handle.

I'm expected in there today, John Lakeman.

There's a bag with John Lakeman on it in there.

Has 11 million Euros in it.

Why would you fill out the little I.D. thing? Jeez, son.

Yeah, well, sometimes I have to choose between bad alternatives.

What if the airlines just lost it?

Then you guys would be all pissed at me.

We would be all pissed at you, yeah.

Get it back.

While you're in there today, conduct your interview

like an ordinary industrial engineer,

and get the bag and then this part is over.

While I'm in there trying to look ordinary,

you want me to steal something from a police office.

This task hasn't even started yet, John.

This bag still has to get to Iran. That's the thing.

That's the hard part. We haven't even started.

So get the bag.

And don't cause a dust up,

because you're gonna need this cover in Iran, you know.

Who's there?

Leslie.

What is it with this fuckin' guy?

Go in there with Dennis.

Who is that again?

My piping friend. He knows about our thing.

Oh, okay, great.

I come in peace.

Leslie: Okay.

Look, um...

flat out, son.

I'm starting, frankly, to resent you.

Starting really to dislike you.

I'm need very much to calm my rocking boat.

So, let's settle it down here.

I mean, I don't even know who you are, you know?

I would just like to know who you really are, you know?

I mean, you seem like two people sometimes. To me.

Good at piping, poor at it,

undivided attention, then completely fucking split attention

between piping and God knows what.

I just want to know who you really are.

I mean, I know you're John Lakeman, right?

And I know you like John Lakeman,

and I don't like John Lakeman.

So, fill in that space for me

between what you know about you,

and what I know about you,

so I can like you, too.

'Cause I think I will.

Because I'm Leslie Claret, I like Leslie Claret,

and I know you don't.

So, I'm gonna fill in that space for you.

Here goes.

I'm Leslie Claret, youngest of nine children.

Dad was a tugboat captain.

Mom was stay at home, but a modern woman.

She studied architecture as a hobby.

Took me to Paris, France, at the age of 11

so we could see the Sacre Coeur.

I got my interest in design and engineering from her.

Okay. Now you.

- I'm John Lakeman. - Yeah.

My dad was a...

tugboat captain, too.

- No shit? - No.

That's crazy.

Yeah.

I mean, see? Something in common.

How about mom? What did she do?

Mom was also a...

tugboat captain.

Wow.

Uh, brothers and sisters?

Only child.

Oh, well, okay. Okay.

Well, like I said, one of nine,

so, "only child" sound like a pretty good deal to me, then.

Are you okay, man?

I don't want to talk about it.

Okay, man?

Yeah. Sure.

I mean, I don't even know you and you're in my room.

Well, I'm going to leave as soon as the guy with the girl's name...

And because of your son,

I have herpes. I think.

So...

okay?

Could you just leave?

I want to call my wife and tell her.

I want to tell her everything that's been going on.

Everything that's been going on.

Fuck.

Let me ask you this, John.

Would you like to have a breakfast?

In my room, say? The Electress of Saxony?

Breakfast is the meal where...

Well, it's the optimistic meal, John.

The day's ahead of you.

Let's have a breakfast.

Cool.

It will be cool, John.

Hey, maybe we'll go crazy, and we'll get a whole spread.

Muffins, breakfast breads, etcetera.

Sound good?

Very much, Leslie.

Well, let's see, we have, uh,

those interviews in a few hours,

those police interviews.

You know anything about that?

I don't.

Well, let's get a breakfast in before that.

- See you in ten? - See you in ten.

Tom: John, can you come in here, please?

This guy says he wants to tell his wife the whole thing.

He's holding his phone.

Fuck.

I had an erection.

Not from being in a room with a sex worker.

I think mostly I was excited about helping you gather information,

and one thing led to another and...

I didn't even get you any information.

About where the girl and the passport is,

I just got herpes.

Put down the phone, Dennis.

- Is that his name? - Yes.

- Yes. - Put down the phone, Dennis.

I have to tell her.

You can tell your wife you slept with a prostitute.

I'm okay with that. Go for it.

But you cannot tell her about this situation

you were drawn into.

Why was he drawn into this anyway?

- I needed his pee. - I have to tell her, man!

Don't you get it? I have to tell her the whole thing.

If she thinks that I was wrapped up in some...

world thing about Israel or whatever, then she might forgive me.

- Dennis, give me the phone. - No. Fuck you, sir.

Can you... stab him in the leg or something?

I did that already. Just caused complications.

Dennis...

can we get some air?

No. I want to call Audrey.