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- Is this transmission fully encrypted?

- It's a satellite telephone.

Of course it's encrypted.

Just give the f***ing order.

Listen to me, Plowden.

Do you wanna help your wife

on the cliff edge?

- What do you want me to do?

- You have to take out this Cody.

You got it.

- Happy?

- I will be when Cody's dead.

You let me know

as soon as that goes down.

I can see the woman.

You're coming with us. Understand?

Hey. What are you doing?

Hey. Hey!

Everybody stand down, stand down.

Safe house, 1300.

I'm guessing you're not room service.

So you also have brains.

What's gonna be

your next move, soldier?

Do you think I'm here

to play f***ing chess?

Finish this.

Check-f***ing-mate.

How's everybody doing?

Don't worry about Chappell.

The U.S. Will take care of her.

Fletcher's been showing interest

in Kelin Dyle.

- Kelin Dyle?

- A local technology-based company.

Owned by a guy called Sandrow.

Damn. That name just won't quit.

What's a private company

want with Lehder?

What do we care?

We care because we don't know

who Lehder might've got to.

We have to finish this ourselves.

We already know too much.

They're not gonna stop

till we've been terminated.

Terminated?

I know that knock.

- What'd I miss?

- Trouble.

Thought you might like this.

In case you need to reach out

and touch someone.

We may have to do that.

Luis, think you can decode

this satellite phone?

A beer, sweetheart. I'm spitting

f***ing feathers over here.

- Get it yourself.

- Have you met Cat?

She's one of our operatives.

So, what do you mean,

we got trouble?

This here's an intel report.

Fletcher's already made contact

with the new ambassador.

Ain't that a b*tch?

So, what can we do?

Well, I got a little idea.

It's not much, but...

I'll pay the ambassador a visit.

Let's hope...

...Fletcher hasn't introduced him

to Lehder yet.

And if he has?

You have a visitor.

Dr. Chappell,

my name is Ron Higgins.

I'm the new U.S. Ambassador.

Posted here after that incident

at the embassy.

- Is there somewhere we can talk?

- Yes, there is. My car's outside.

I have Cody in my sights.

What do you want me to do?

Lehder, it's for you.

Hang up!

Fool.

What the hell are you doing?

Admiral Burgess got

an EP-3 spy plane circling in the sky.

Who do you think

he's just picked up on radar?

Lehder.

First you better tell the admiral

that Agent Fletcher's a traitor.

And that Adrian Lehder's

on the loose.

Thank you.

Actually, Lehder's pretty tied up

right now.

And "traitor" is a little harsh.

- Where was the signal pinned to?

- A security-compound office-complex.

- Right here, sir.

- We have satellite overview?

It's not on the grid. It's been classified

off-limits by Agent Fletcher.

Fletcher.

You didn't kill the ambassador for

taking those surveillance photographs.

No, we had to kill her...

...because she didn't understand

how we do business down here.

Business?

You're staying alive, doctor.

My way, you can let us know

how Lehder's doing his job properly.

Their way, it's a shovel

and bag of lime outside town.

You think about it.

Ambassador, do you know

who owns that building?

I don't know what company owns

the compound you're talking about.

You want me to wake the president

and ask him?

No. Do nothing until I call you back.

How do you like my new office?

Spending taxpayers' money?

Don't worry, they won't miss it.

Please, after you.

So you're gonna hand-feed Lehder.

That's what you sold them on,

Fletcher? Damn, you're good.

Don't worry, guys.

I'll take it from here.

Mr. Ambassador, I'm Cody.

I think you've been expecting me.

- Yeah, you're late.

- Yeah.

I just hit country

and got kind of busy.

But you might wanna

give me a minute of your time.

Sorry, we're late for the opera.

What I have to say is a little more

important than the opera.

- Excuse me.

- Does the name Kelin Dyle...

...mean anything to you?

Okay.

You don't sell big business,

you excite them.

Mind control.

Hell, they were salivating.

- You should've seen the retainer.

- Kind of lonely being dead, though.

You know, if I had the option...

What did I just say about a hard sell?

If it excites you.

Yeah, the thought of you

excites me, only...

...you never know what you might've

picked up on that submarine.

We have reason to believe you've

been exposed to certain information.

If you were in contact with Fletcher,

a known double agent...

...they probably will remove you

from your post.

I appreciate the heads-up.

What do you want me to do?

I need to take your place

at the opera beside Sandrow.

If there's anything else I can do,

just let me know.

There might be something.

Welcome to Hollywood Squares.

After you, doctor.

Brought you a present, Lehder.

She's a fan. Been studying your work

since boot camp.

Thought you might be able to

persuade her to join our happy team.

You want me to train

my own replacement?

What, is my job being outsourced?

Looks like you've been busy, doctor.

You really underestimate me, Fletcher.

So tell me, Henry. We get given

money to go shopping, yet...

...you decide to dress down like

a homeless man to get into the opera.

- And that's your plan.

- Listen, my friend.

Only queers and penguins

go to watch the f***ing opera.

If you need to f***ing dress up

as a penguin to get in, that's fine.

I got a reputation to think of,

so I'll stick to the back door, all right?

I know your reputation, se.

- You're a back-door man.

- Come on, fellas. We're late already.

Hey, step on it.

I'm in.

I've got into the Kelin Dyle

business account.

There's upward of

Think of the research I could fund

with that money.

Bad news, Lehder.

Cody has the data disk.

All your files, your little experiments.

Looks like the hunt's gonna continue.

That's why I decided to retire.

Sandrow thinks I'm taking care

of his little political problems.

That's just a diversion.

Are you ready

to transfer those funds?

Yes, I'm on it.

Cody's missing, but his team is still

with our man, heading for the opera.

- So take care of it.

- Pulling on your chain now, doctor.

He's always been two steps behind.

By the time the fat lady sings,

I'll be long gone.

And what if Cody gets to Sandrow

before you do?

What? You think he's gonna waltz in

through the front door?

Mr. Ambassador. I'm so glad

you could make it tonight.

Madam.

Mr. President.

Mr. President.

- Ambassador Higgins.

- Honored to be here this afternoon.

Madam.

I understand you are working

with some of our big corporations.

Oh, you mean like Kelin Dyle.

That planned expansion

is troublesome.

You're sitting in the same box

with Sandrow, the owner.

Tell him...

...I will discuss the ethics of this

with him later.

What the f*** is he doing?

- Sh*t.

- We're being f***ed.

Get off of the f***ing steering wheel.

Go, get over there with him.

We're being f***ed here.

Luis, get it.

Just relax.

Get it.

Get us out of here!

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