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thank you very much.

So did I.

Good night.

I got no beef with repetition.

Go inside. Go inside the house.

You don't wanna see the... Oh, my God.

I got no beef with repetition.

Bring up 5.

- Two...

- Where did they go? Bring up 3.

Tuck, we need to talk.

In a little bit.

- It's dead. He's killing our bugs.

- Bring up 4.

There goes 7.

This is so bad.

But it feels so good.

We're dead, sir.

Yeah, we are.

- Okay, Tuck.

- Mm-hm.

Tuck. Tuck, I'm sorry.

I'm not this kind of girl.

I know exactly what kind of girl you are.

And that's why

I've completely fallen in love with you.

Damn.

I think that's the new British Invasion...

...what happened there,

that's what that was.

I feel like I'm having a panic attack.

- Breathe.

Breathe in and breathe out,

and come sit down.

Do you think it's possible

to love two people equally?

Love, yes.

Be in love, no.

What do you do

when you don't know what to do?

I ask Bob.

Your husband, Bob?

- "Bob" Bob?

- Yeah.

I mean, I know he's fat and ridiculous,

but he's my fat...

...and my ridiculous.

And I like the way that I am with him.

Mom, could you fix this?

- Hey, buddy.

Don't choose the better guy.

Choose the guy that's gonna make you

the better girl.

- Right?

- Right.

I love you?

Pretty fancy words to get the girl in bed.

Bravo. Well done. Good performance.

- I don't expect you to understand.

- Why can't you just admit you lost?

I didn't. I was doing well until you turned

up with your big hair and your white teeth.

As per usual.

- Let's not forget, yes, I did find her first.

- Yeah, but she fell for me, Tuck.

She fell for me. It's not my fault

you're always a step behind.

If I'm only a step behind,

it's because I'm cleaning up after you.

Do you know what?

I couldn't give a monkey

who Lauren chooses between us.

But this, what we had....

- Yeah, what?

- It's over.

I already asked Collins for a transfer.

- Lauren. How are you? Are you well?

- Hi. Oh, I'm pretty good.

- Good.

- Are you busy?

- No, no, I'm just at work.

- What are you doing?

Oh, nothing much.

A bit boring, to be honest.

- Do you know that new place on Third?

- I know it very well.

- Can you meet me there?

- I can be there in half an hour.

- Okay. I'll see you for lunch then.

- That would be lovely.

- I'll see you there.

- All right, my love.

- Bye.

- Bye.

She called you.

Gotta go, mate.

Have to pack up anyway.

Lucky water bottle.

Anyway, she is a brilliant mother.

What are you doing?

Watching last night's

surveillance video on Tuck.

Time to close the books on that one,

Dickerman. She got away.

All right, Dick,

I'll see you when I see you.

I had a really fantastic day today.

Thank you very, very much.

- So did I. It was fun.

- It was.

I, well....

- Scroll back for a second.

- Yeah, so....

- Now zoom in.

- There?

No, no, on the background.

Freeze that and enhance.

That's Heinrich.

He's here. I have to get Tuck.

I'm really glad you called.

I didn't expect you to. It was a surprise.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Which is great, because I love surprises.

You do? Gosh, I don't.

Usually, they turn out more bad than...

Good grief.

- Hi.

- Hi.

FDR, what are you...?

Uh, I'm sorry. Tuck, this is my friend FDR.

FDR, this is Tuck.

- Hello, it's lovely to meet you.

- Lovely to meet you.

- Are you British?

- Yes, I am.

That's a crying shame.

Why?

- Oh, no reason.

You have...

You have very gentle hands, don't you?

- Strong hands.

- Gentle hands.

Strong hands. Gentle hands.

It's like holding a salmon.

Can you excuse me for just a second?

I'm just gonna, um....

Just a minute, for a second.

Order me a drink.

In a shot. I'll be right back.

Oh, so horny.

Oh, so horny.

- Hello.

- Trish.

They're both here. You gotta get over here.

I'm hyperventilating.

I told you you shouldn't date two guys

at the same time.

What?

You have neither the grace nor the humility

to lose like a man, do you?

It's Heinrich.

He's in L.A.

We have to get on it right now.

You know, you are incredible.

Really, you are.

I have to take my hat off to you.

This is impressive.

- Listen.

- You take your hands off me.

- This is not... Tuck. Tuck.

- Take your hand off me, mate.

Yeah?

- Yeah, all right.

- Where you going? Hey, where you going?

Hm?

You can do this. You are a confident

woman who can deal with conflict.

I'm gonna pass out.

Has that been on my teeth

the whole time?

Get out there. Tell them your decision.

They're rational.

They may even become friends.

They'll probably just shake hands.

My b*obs are sweating.

I should have killed you in Kandahar

when I had the chance.

What? Were you having a laugh, mate?

I was the only thing keeping you alive

in Kandahar, mate.

I was your only friend.

Friend?

- You two know each other?

- Well, Lauren....

- You two know each other?

- Yes.

What was this?

Some sort of bet? Some sort of game?

To see who could get the girl first?

- No, no, no.

- Lauren...

- ...let me explain.

- Let me explain.

- I'm really... No, actually... You've done...

- Lauren, listen... Shut up.

I trusted you.

Lauren. Lauren.

It's worse. They know each other.

- What?

- I don't know how.

I got... I walked in

and they said they were friends.

Here, drink this.

- Oh, my God, what is that?

- It's a screwdriver.

It's mostly vodka.

But I'm sure there's some apple juice

or something in there from somewhere.

I feel like an idiot. I thought they cared.

Can we get out?

Yeah, sure, we could just go to a bar...

What...?

- Oh, my God.

- What...?

Excuse me.

Is there something I can help you with?

- Just give him your keys.

- I don't want the car.

I want your boyfriends.

Don't talk to me, mate. In fact,

don't ever talk to me again. Don't...

- Is that Sade?

- Sade is not exclusive, my friend. Jesus.

- Ah, look.

- Put it on speaker.

All right.

Hi, Lauren, I'm really, really sorry

about what happened.

Lauren, it's FDR.

I am so sorry about what happened.

- Would you just be quiet?

- Come on, maybe she wants to talk to me.

Why didn't she call your phone then?

- I don't know.

- Shut up.

You shut up.

- Lauren...

- No, you shut up.

You two come alone unarmed

to Warehouse 22 in San Pedro.

Or I'll have to kill your pretty girlfriend

and her friend.

I see any police,

any agent within a mile...

...you get her head in the mail.

Be there in an hour.

If we go to that warehouse,

she's not walking out and neither are we.

- What is that?

- GPS. I put a sat-tracker on her.

You put a sat-tracker on her?

- Of course I did, didn't you?

- No.

I didn't put a sat-tracker on her. That's immoral.

I put one on her cell phone.

- Steal this car, Tuck.

- Got it.

- Thank you.

- She's heading eastbound on Venice.

- Try not to screw this up.

- You try not to.

Stop repeating everything that I say.

FDR, target is holding steady.

One mile to contact.

Tuck, negative, 0.8 miles to be precise.

Get me close.

I'm gonna pull a Monte Carlo.

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