Special Correspondents Page #2

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I'm going home.

Please don't. Don't, please.

Just wait here and enjoy yourself

and I'll whiz back,

and then we'll have a...

- You're gonna be gone for hours.

- No.

In these situations the police usually get

the gunman to the window really quickly

and shoot him through the top lip,

and that takes out the brain stem,

so there's no reflex... action.

- Hi.

- Did you see Mallard?

Yeah. Oh, uh, this is Claire Maddox.

This is my wife, Eleanor.

- Nice to meet you.

- Yeah.

- We should go.

- Yeah.

- See you in the lobby.

- Yeah, okay.

[Frank] Who's this? Is this Tony?

Look at this guy.

- [Finch] Anyway...

- [Frank] How are you?

- [Finch] I've gotta go.

- Okay, fine, go.

- Yeah?

- Whatever.

You'll be all right?

- I'll see you soon. Okay.

- Okay, go if you're gonna go.

- [woman] Hey, Frank.

- Hey.

- Hi.

- [Claire] Hey.

Did you see Frank arrive,

acting like he thinks he's James Bond?

Yeah. I think he's really cool.

He doesn't care about anything.

- [elevator bell dings]

- Oh.

- How is that cool?

- Hi.

- Hi.

- [Finch] Oh...

I don't know, I just...

- I just mean...

- [doors close]

I think it would be cool to be

like that sometimes, you know?

I care about everything,

and I try my best,

but nothing much seems to happen.

It's because I'm boring.

- Why do you say that?

- Because it's true.

I... I've never done

anything extraordinary.

I think that's why I play video games.

Because they're more interesting

than my real life.

[gunfire on video game]

- Rebel Coup?

- Yeah. Do you play?

- I'm trying to cut down.

- Yeah, me, too.

- Take that, sucker.

- Nice move.

Mr. Bonneville. I love your work.

- Champagne?

- Thank you. Cheers.

You're the Frank Bonneville?

- Apparently.

- I listen to you every day.

- Really?

- I wouldn't miss it.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

[chuckling] Mm.

Alone?

[sighs]

- Yeah.

- Me, too.

It's a lonely life, radio.

- Tell me about it.

- It's so unglamorous.

Yes, I know.

I was just saying that to my... self.

Let me guess. PR.

Yes. Yes. How did you know?

Well, come on. You're too attractive

for Human Resources.

- And not bitter enough for management.

- That's nice. I'm flattered.

Why radio? Why not TV

or something more stimulating?

- It's what I love.

- Cheers.

- It's what I hate.

- No. Come on.

- Yeah.

- Oh, you are so good at it.

- Like, you exude passion.

- No.

- It really comes across.

- That's not passion.

- Yeah.

- That's frustration.

I'm destined for bigger things,

and I know it.

So, in the meantime, it's just like

I'm a big fish in a little pond.

- Yeah.

- A big... angry fish.

- Yeah. [laughing]

- Big, drunk, angry fish, in a tiny,

- shitty little pond.

- No. You know what?

- At least you're honest about it.

- Where's that got me? Nowhere.

No more "Mr. Nice Guy," you know?

Here's to cheating.

[Eleanor chuckles]

- [chattering]

- [upbeat music playing]

[Eleanor] It sounds like you're right

in my ear, whispering sweet nothings.

- It really does.

- Resonance is better if I hold the mic...

- [cell phone beeping]

- Excuse me, hold on.

- [Frank] Nothing serious?

- Nothing serious.

Let me ask you two questions.

First question:

- Was that from your boyfriend?

- I don't have a boyfriend.

- Second question: You live near here?

- About five minutes.

Wanna go there now?

Why did you ask how far it was

before you invited yourself back?

If it had been a bit further away,

would that have been a deal breaker?

Like, five minutes, "Yeah, sure."

Half-hour, "Yeah, forget it,

it's too much of a hassle."

- No. Wait, what?

- Forget it. Come on.

Let's make a move

so you don't waste too much time.

- Drink?

- Yeah, sure.

Thanks. Good night. It was fun.

Do you want my number,

or should I take yours?

I don't think so.

- You're married, right?

- How did you know?

Call it intuition, but not many women

collect superhero toys.

Apparently, they're not toys.

They are "collectibles."

Mm-hm.

And you're the one saying

I should leave at 2:30 in the morning.

I don't always do this sort of thing,

you know?

Hey, I'm not judging, I'm just...

And if you knew I was married,

then you're as bad as me.

Not really.

I didn't tell your husband

I'd be faithful to him

and stand by him in sickness and health,

blah, blah.

- Again, not judging, just saying.

- Wait, wait.

You don't know anything

about me or my husband.

Only that you were just unfaithful to him,

and he doesn't know

or you wouldn't be throwing me out

and being defensive.

Okay, marriage doesn't always turn out

like you planned, okay?

I mean, he hasn't exactly

fulfilled his promise.

I thought he'd be something big

in entertainment by now

and I'd be living in a mansion

in Beverly Hills.

I'm pretty sure they drop that

from the vows now.

As for throwing you out...

I just suggested

that we exchange numbers, so...

So we could do this again?

I thought you didn't do

this sort of thing all the time.

- F*** off.

- Charming.

[door slams]

Okay.

Yep, thanks. Frank!

Like ten percent bigger.

Better for my cheekbones, right?

- [woman] Yeah.

- See that?

Can I get a word? Now is good.

Yep, have a seat.

Something's cooking in Ecuador.

The intel's a little sketchy,

but it looks like an uprising

could be underway.

Rebel troops amassing, reports

of arms stockpiles, that kind of thing.

They can't say exactly when

it's gonna blow, but it's gonna.

- You interested?

- I'm gone.

It's dangerous.

Drug gangs ruling the streets. With guns.

Kidnapping tourists... journalists.

Listen, if you're not feeling

as brave as you pretend...

[scoffs]

- ...tell me now.

- [scoffs] When do I go?

This afternoon.

- You wanna take Claire?

- No.

Pointless having two journalists

on the spot.

Remember last time I was in Pakistan,

I had transmission problems?

- I should take a technician.

- All right.

Let's see.

- Finch is available.

- Fine.

All right. Work it out with him. Let's go.

Marie, I need two tickets to Quito.

[man and woman murmuring in Spanish]

- You could stay here with us.

- That would be a pleasure.

Thanks, guys.

You're the closest thing to family

I've got, if I'm honest.

I've always felt at home here.

- Hoping it won't come to that.

- You're coming to Ecuador with me.

Get your passport to admin.

They need details to clear entry papers.

- What, now?

- Yeah, we're going this afternoon.

- No. I'd love to, but it's impossible.

- Why? What's the problem?

My wife's left me.

After the stakeout with Claire last night.

I came home this morning

and went to give her a hug

and she just pushed...

Said she needed some distance.

Told me to leave her alone.

Can you believe that?

Don't worry. It happens to all couples.

A week in Ecuador with me,

it'll take your mind off things.

Thanks for the offer, but I'm gonna

stay around and see if I can work it out.

These things are a sign.

You need to move on, have an adventure.

- I've written her a letter.

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