What the fuck is going on? De Luca played you, Rayna. And you led him right to it. You didn't expect me to let him have it, did you? I mean, it's like giving a Stradivarius to a hillbilly. I have a buyer who's willing to pay me 500,000,000 Euros for it.
Spy
5.8s
Yeah, so what? This idiot doesn't even know it. Too dumb to know I'd do anything for him.
Spy
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(YELLS) Hang on tight! I'm gonna swing like I'm on a trapeze, and leap my way up to the cockpit...
Spy
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Susan Cooper. I'm with the CIA.
Spy
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You have terrific eyes.
Spy
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It's quite buttery.
Spy
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SUSAN: Holy smokes!
Spy
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I'll tell you another thing. You know your little girlfriend... the one from the Paris bombing? She's just using you to get to Rayna. If it hadn't been for me last night... she would've kidnapped her at the club... and then you'd be standing here with your dick in your hand... because you'd never find that bomb. So you need me, De Luca.
Spy
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I never had to. Mr. De Luca, it's true. I worked for the CIA, but they think I'm dead. I'm with Rayna now, and I'm here to help you both.
Spy
3.2s
I can see his obvious outer appeal.
Spy
3.2s
An odd choice of companion for someone in your work, Rayna.
Spy
1.4s
Ford, what the hell are you doing?
Spy
3.5s
I told you you was gonna fuck this up, Cooper!
Spy
6.1s
Did I get him? De Luca's got the bomb on the helicopter. Get up! Oh, fuck me! I got this.
Spy
10.9s
Now, let me get this straight. You work for the CIA... yet you're willing to help me sell a nuclear bomb... in order to save this man's life? Why would I believe that? Because she's in love with him.
Spy
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Cooper, you're gonna fuck this up!
Spy
2s
Are you kidding me?
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29.3s
I'm trying, but I'm not quite following your logic. You want me to slow it down for you? Okay. You're about to meet with Solsa Dudaev... a man I've been collecting intelligence on for years. And I'm guessing that your boys here are too busy manscaping... to have told you how he does business. Because about half the people he deals with end up dead. I can tell you what Dudaev's gonna do five minutes before he even thinks about it. And I sure as shit know enough to cover up a Russian flag tattoo... since Dudaev's brother was killed by the Russian military. Jesus! You own a computer? You heard of fucking Google?