Burn After Reading Page #5

Yes?

That's just the taste.

- May I ask you the source of this material?

- No you may not.

- Very high up.

- Chad!

I'm just saying he's high up.

- PC or Mac?

- PC.

- Could you wait, please?

- I'll do have a date.

The fish. Has bitten.

Oh yeah, he seems cool.

Chad.

Could you accompany me please?

- It is more material?

- It is a lot more.

But we want to be paid first.

You are not idealogical.

- I don't think so.

- Look, I have a date, so...

Date.

- A line to check in, towels pilling up.

- I'm sorry, Ted.

And Manolo running around like crazy.

What happened to your nose?

This is not acceptable in Hardbodies.

You two know better than that.

- Yes we do, Ted. I'm really sorry.

- This is no way.

It was unavoidable, Teddy.

Won't happen again.

- But you won't tell me what's going on.

- No, we can't.

I know this is really terrible, Ted,

But I have to go. I have a date.

You're changing, Linda.

It's very sad.

...which to my mind is all the more

reason to lower to boom on Ozzie.

- Hm

- Is that it, "hm?"

Wondering if it's the right time. I mean...

Look, of course it's the right time.

Why wouldn't it be the right time?

- Does it threaten you?

- No, you and me are rock solid.

This is... I think that's what

we can afford to be big.

We can think about Ozzie, and whether

we could give him a chance to

get himself together a little before

you hammer hell out of him.

Is that how you see me?

"Hammering" him?

- Of course not...

- No, that was your word...

- Yaeh.

- I don't "hammer."

No, of course not, listen...

I'm no friend of the guy, you know that.

I think he's arrogant little geek.

But, you know, we have all the time in

the world, and he just lost his job.

He didin't lose it, he quit.

Yeah, most of people in this town

who quit, were fired.

I feel sorry for him.

I think it will be a lot easier to deal

with, when he don't feel cornered.

Maybe. Just as long as we're talking

about Ozzie here, not you.

Of course we're talking about Ozzie.

I'll do whatever you want, baby.

I adore you.

Get the check.

Yup?

Yes?

Is the blood in his stool?

Later, I'm running home.

I love you, baby.

Ozzie?

Goddamnit Ozzie,

what have you done to the car?!

All right.

CAMERA AIM:

Katie Calling

ANSWER IGNORE:

- Omygod, I'm sorry--am I late?

- No, doesn't start for five minutes.

- You haven't seen this, have you?

- This one no. No I have not.

- I hear it's terrific.

- Great.

We've been over and over and over this.

First you say you can't commit

and then...

Would you come down from there?

- ...would.

- Pardon our dust.

The Ex is in the proccess of moving out.

I told her to expedite this.

Yeah.

Yeah, you know,

you try to act like an adult.

Oh, it's never easy.

You wanna come downstairs?

Like surprises?

Well, I'm always open

to new experiences.

I gotta tell ya--I saw an ad for this

in a gentlemen's magazine. 1200 bucks.

I'm lookin' at this thing and I think,

Jesus, you gotta be kiddin' me

I'm a hobbyist, thing's basically

nothing but speed-rail,

I think I'd go down to Home Depot and

whip this up myself for a hundred bucks.

- What is it?

- What is it.

You siddown there,

make yourself comfortable,

put your feet in the stirrups, and...

Omygod!

- That's fantastic!

- It's something, isn't it?

Hundred bucks all in - not counting

my labor, and the cost of the dildo.

- Those things are not cheap.

- Uh-uh.

See, I lack the...

Not set up to mold hard rubber.

- The Russians?

- Uh-uh.

- The Russians?

- Uh-uh.

Russian Embassy, yeah.

- Are you sure?

- Hey.

The guy was not hard to follow,

as you know.

Why the F*** would they go

to the Russians?!

Why the F***...

- I'm sorry. Thank you, Hal.

- Hey. No problemo.

Look, Ozzie, I hate to be

the paranoid old spook, but...

those two guys seem

very interested in you.

You haven't gone poofy on me, have ya Oz?

Can I help you?

I'm sorry about we're starring,

but your face looks familliar.

- It's a Princeton, '73?

- Yeah.

- I can't remember your name.

- Osbourne Cox.

I thought so.

Served and witnessed.

Wish you all nice evening.

Ouch.

What the f***?

F***!

What the f***?

F***!

F***ing!

J a m b a J u i c e

Why did you tell him we could get more stuff?

Well maybe we can.

That's all Manolo found!

It was everything!

What're we gonna tell Manolo to scoop some

more secret spy sh*t off the locker floor?

- Hey!

- What.

I don't like the snideness!

And the negativity!

- I'm sorry.

- I'm just trying to work this thing.

If I'm going to reinvent myself

I need these surgeries.

And those surgeries cost money!

This is not just fun and games!

- I'm sorry.

- So let's figure this thing out, okay?

Chad, your Berry Blast is ready.

- We know who he is.

- Right:
Osbourne Cox.

- So we can find out where he lives, right?

- I'm... I guess.

- You should change. Into your suit.

- Why?

So you don't stand out

in his neighborhood.

- There are certain elementary things.

- His neighborhood?

Yes. We should take out the labels

and laundery marks.

- Laundry marks?

- Deniability

- What's the odometer say?

- Five.

About five or approximately five?

I mean...

For f***'s sake, Harry, it's five miles,

Okay, I got to do at least five.

Five and a deuce is okay.

I'm surprised you have any energy.

You kiddin'---pull around the corner,

we'll do it again in back!

You are so coarse.

No, back of the car,

not the rear entry situation.

For f***...

I'm late.

So close,

so close and yet so far

I worked my fingers to the bone,

made myself a name.

Funny, I seem to find that,

no matter how the years unwind,

Still I reminisce of the girI miss

And the love I left behind...

I worked my fingers to the bone,

made myself a name.

Though I never laid a hand on you,

My eyes adored you

Like a million miles away from me

you couldn't see

As free as the grass grow

or you could find your home

Live free

when no one is around you

As free as the wind blows

As free as the grass grow

Hello?

Omygod!

Omygod!

Omygod!

What the f***!

What the f***!

What the f***!

F***in!

Oh!

Oh my f***!

I killed the f***ing spook.

What the f*** you're doing here,

you f***er?

You...

Olson, what's up?

- Palmer? What's up?

- Not quiet certain sir, but it's... messy.

Kolyma2 tell us that

they have computer files

from an ex-analyst of mine,

Osbourne Cox.

- Kolyma2?

- Our man in the Russian Embassy.

They were brought in to them

by a woman who---

- The Russians?

- Yeah.

It was brought in by a woman

named Linda Lietzke,

an associate of a guy named Harry Pfarrer.

Picture's in the file. With Pfarrer's.

- The Russians!

- Yeah.

- And who's Pfarrer?

- Treasury guy...

who has been screwing Mrs.Cox.

That must be how they got the files.

Or maybe Ozzie knows about it,

they all seem to be sleeping with each other.

- All right. Spare me.

- Yes, sir. But this treasure guy---

it's become complicated.

He just shot somebody in Ozzie's house.

- Shot---your analyst?

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