Burn After Reading Page #6

- No, Ozzie wasn't there.

Our man surveying hears a gun shot,

sees the guy wrestles something

into his car, follows him:

he dumps the body in the Chesapeake Bay.

- What'd he did that for?

- Don't know, sir.

Oh for f***'s sake!

Anyone fish the body out?

- And Russian. American?

- Don't know. Scrubbed of ID.

- And this... Linda..?

- Linda Litzke.

- Yeah. She's Treasury?

- No... we're... fuzzy on her.

So we don't really know

what anyone is after?

Not really, sir.

- And this analyst, ex-analyst...

- Cox.

- Yeah. What's his clearance level?

- Three.

Okay, no biggie...

For now, just keep an eye on everyone

to know what they do.

Yes, sir. And we'll interface

with the FBI on this, dead body.

No! No. God, no! We don't want

those idiots blundering around in this.

Burn the body.

Get rid of it.

And keep an eye on everyone,

see what they do.

Report back to me when...

I don't know, when it makes sense.

Yo! And then...

Hop! Hop!

- And then...Hop! Hop! And up!

- I'm bigger... I'm bigger... I'm back.

I'm bigger... Then ever...

I'm bigger... I'm back...

I'm better... I'm back...

Then ever... I'm back...

You f***ers... I'm back...

F***ers... I'm back...

And last time...

- Linda. You okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine, Ted. Sorry.

- You don't look fine.

- No no. I'm... I'm...

What you won't tell me what's wrong?

You never let me in, Linda.

Oh, I know you're trustworthy, I just...

I don't want to endager other people.

I mean, this is a path that I've chosen,

it's not...

you have to isolate,

you know, a firewall.

Well, I don't know what to think.

You both go AWOL on friday: and today

Chad doesn't even bother to come at all.

- I know, Ted.

- I can't run a gym this way.

- I know, Ted.

- I'm going to have to fire him.

- No! No no no! Just, just...

- What?

- Give me twenty-four hours!

- To what?

- I don't know, just give me 24 hours!

- Linda---

Just give me twenty-four hours

to solve this thing!

Linda. I have to tell you. A man was

in here earlier asking about you.

Are you in some kind of trouble?

Is Chad running away from something?

We know what we're doing, Ted.

Let me ask you this:

- Did he know my name?

- Yes, he was asking about you.

Employment history, et cetera.

Real jerk... I told him get lost.

Oh, thank you, Ted.

Well, we just don't give that out

at Hardbodies.

Linda, Mr. Krapkin on line two.

Omygod!

Mr. Krapkin?

- Linda?

- Yes.

Yes, this is Ilan Krapotkin.

Russian Embassy. Returning your call.

Yes, yes! Hang on---

I'm sorry, Ted. This is private.

- Mr. Krapotkin?

-Yes?

Is this a secure line?

Mr. Krapotkin?

Is this a secure line?

- Are you joking?

- No.

I'm very worried about my associate,

you know... Chad.

- Do you have him?

-Do we have him?

Is he---I don't know what the term is,

did he "go over?"

I don't understand.

Is he not at Hardbodies?

No. Good, look, it...

Could I come in and discuss this?

- I'm very busy at the moment.

- I'm coming anyway.

- You seem distracted.

- Do I?

- Very distracted. Last few days.

- Mmm. Work.

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're not speaking

to one of your shithole buddies.

Hello?

Honey.

It's so good to hear you voice.

-Something wrong?

- No. Yeah.

Can you come home. Baby needs you.

Can you please come home?

Harry, you know that I can't

just leave the Booktour.

I can show you your present.

It's finished.

Oh, Harry. I can't just leave. There are

two days left. There's still Seattle.

- Yeah.

- I love you, Harry

Yeah.

I love you too.

Hey! F***er!

F***er!

F***er!

F***er, who do you work for?!

Who do you work for?!

Who are you?

Hey, who are you?

- Who do you work for? CIA, NSC?

- Tuchman Marsh!

- What?

- Tuchman Marsh!

- Tuchman Marsh?

- Yes.

Your name is

Tuchman Marsh?

Tuchman Marsh Hauptman Rodino!

I work for them!

- You work for Tuchman Marsh?

- Yes.

- It's a law firm?

- No! A rock band! Yes, it's a law firm!

- Why're you following me?

- Divorce action, numbnuts!

- My wife hired you?!

- No. Your wife hired Tuchman Marsh.

Tuchman Marsh hired me.

I work for Tuchman Marsh.

You're...

What...

Sandy...

Jesus---grow up, man!

It happens to everybody!

...At the midnight of the third day,

GOOD MORNING SEATTLE

even the sergeant at arms fell asleep

and it was just then at that very moment

that Oliver sneezed.

Can we just---

I'm sorry to interrupt you to let folks

at home to see this illustrations!

Can we just get a shot of that...

There---there it is...

It's Oliver interrupting

the fillibuster with...

- That's wonderful.

- It's wonderful.

The book is "Point of Order, Oliver!"

and the talented author is Sandra Pfarrer.

Chill, stay with us for the next segment

when we meet the Sultan of Salad.

And then it's Part Two of our very

special interview with Dermont Mulroney.

So keep it where it is!

That was way out of line, we were

so unbelievably clear with them:

- It's just an Oliver segment.

- It's fine.

- Del and Connie are such a putzes.

- It's fine. Thank you. Loser.

Huh. Okay. Great---

- Thought that would never end.

- Me too.

Let me get this crap off my face.

NOTICE OF INSUFFICIANT FUNDS

What the f***?

Yes, madam.

Can we help you?

What kind of Micky Mouse Embassy

you're running?!

Anyway...

I've been waiting for 45 minutes!

- I'm so sorry, madam. An urgent matter.

- Maybe this is an urgent matter.

Since, you know,

Chad has been missing for 48 hours...

I do not know the whereabouts

of Mr. Chad, madam.

He was gathering information for you

when he was taken.

We're not interested in

such "information."

- It was drivel.

- Dribble!

- Would you like your disk back, madam?

- Dribble!

I will give you dribble!

You listen to me, Mr. Krapkin!

I am a US citizen and

I will not take this kind of treatment.

My check was returned

for insufficient funds.

No! No no, m'dam, no.

There're over $40,000 in that account.

The account is not overdraw.

When?

But how could she have access with..?

What about our savings---

what about my savings account?

No no I'm sorry I don't know the number

to my savings account,

because believe it or not, I don't

spend my intire days sitting around

trying to memorize the f***ing

numbers to my f***ing bank account!

Moron!

No way. No no way. Whoa.

Now way. Linda...

- No.

- I can't do it, Ted.

- I don't know anything about computers.

- Linda, this whole thing is crazy.

It was a crazy the first time,

and you want to do it again?

Break in to the man's house?

What?

You said the Russians

didn't even want this stuff.

My world is bigger then that, Ted.

There are other people.

There are the Chinese.

- Linda, these surgeries...

- No, it's not just the surgeries, Ted.

We can use it as leverage!

To get Chad back!

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