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Okay. How do I get there?

Take the Freedom Bridge

onto the Buda side.

It's right past the Gellert Hotel,

right around Freedom Square.

I got it.

Oh, God!

What's up, Sister?

Where are you?

Taking in the sights with a friend.

Where?

Easy. Since you're in no hurry

to take care of wedding business...

I decided to do some sightseeing.

F***!

- Hello?

- Where the hell are you?

I just had brunch at the Women's Club.

Where are you?

- I need some help!

- What?

I need some f***ing help, Lynn!

Lynn!

I can't hear you. You're breaking up.

Lynn!

Do you know where Elek Street is?

Elek Street? Where is...

- Elek?

- Yes! Yes! Yes!

Of course. Are you okay?

- Is this 10?

- 10?

- Number 10!

- 10, yes.

- Elek Street!

- Yes.

- You have a basement?

- A basement. Yes, why?

Where's your f***ing basement?

There is nothing down there.

No one has used it for years.

- There's a man down here.

- No, there's no man.

- He's dying! Please.

- What?

David!

What do you mean a man is dying here?

David!

You better get out of here or...

How can this be?

I do not know how this has happened.

I swear to God. I will call the police.

No! No police.

How do I take this off?

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

Look at me. Look at me.

When are you and David

going on a honeymoon?

In the spring,

when the new Ambassador and her staff...

take over for Daddy and the others.

Are you still up for shopping tomorrow?

Absolutely.

I plan on doing heavy damage all day.

That's my girls.

May I have your attention, please?

I would like to propose a toast.

To Christmas, good friends, the New Year...

and to David and Richard...

and a job well done.

Hear, hear.

Quiet, please! Quiet.

And to the next

United States Supreme Court Justice.

And maybe a new congressman.

Well, stranger things have happened.

Here's to you, David, my new son-in-law...

to your continued success.

I can't believe

the way you two spend money.

Give it a rest.

You're starting to sound like Mother.

Or David.

So how is married life?

So far so good. Speak of the devil.

Hey, David.

Hey, you. You're gonna kill me,

but I can't meet you for drinks.

But I've been missing you all day.

I've got to finish up here, okay?

I'll talk to you later.

Okay.

Hey, I love you.

Enough. He can't meet us for drinks.

He has to work late.

Me, either.

I promised I'd meet Fabian for dinner.

- Who?

- Fabian, yes.

- Fabian?

- Fabian. Don't start.

I'm going to see you both Christmas Eve.

Do you want to join Richard and me

for dinner?

I'm gonna wait for David.

Guess it means I gotta do more shopping.

I'll see you on the Eve.

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