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-Don't do that. -[whispers] What? -Don't do that. -[whispers] Do what? -I know what you're doing. Listen. -[whispers] I'm not doing anything. [whispering] These guys here, if they find out you're a C-O-P… This is a room full of convicted murderers and toilet vodka enthusiasts. We gotta make sure they know you're not a cop. -[yelling] Nyet politsiya. -[in English] Listen to me. I beg… Guys? Nyet politsiya. Not a cop. This man is not a cop, all right? Get that through your thick skulls right now! He's a profiler for the FBI, which does fall under the umbrella of law enforcement, but not a cop. It's similar, but it's not the same thing. It's a complicated backstory. This is our good friend, Special Agent John Hartley. Let's give him a warm welcome to the prison, guys.
Red Notice
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Throws a masquerade party every year for his top buyers in his I-probably-have-a-tiny-penis villa in Valencia. Gunrunners are a little touchy about their identity. So the Eyes Wide Shut thing takes the edge off for everyone. Now, what none of these evil one-percenters know is that upstairs, locked away in a secret vault, Dr. Shirtless has in his possession an ancient piece of pricelessness that I like to call… Cleopatra's second egg.
Red Notice
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Yes, that is me. Scratch that. That was me. I did say that. When were you gonna tell me about the third egg? I was never gonna tell you about the third egg because you're a cop. [The Bishop] My offer to you, Mr. Booth, is this. Tell me where the third egg is, I'll get you out of here and give you 10%. Rock-hard pass. I'm sorry we couldn't do business.
Red Notice