Agent Susan Cooper reporting for duty, ma'am. Nobody says or does that, but great. I won't do that. Okay.
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Anyway. Call my lawyer. Get the Goyard tote from the hotel. I need everything on time... Do you think I still work for you?
Spy
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Oh, my God. What are you doing?
Spy
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Isn't this wonderful?
Spy
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Oh, God, Aldo, don't... I am too tired to fend off your groping. (WITH BRITISH ACCENT) Please. I understand completely. Look, my real name is Albert... Ml6. Look, I'm sorry if my disguise was a bit much. I just like to really get into character. Although I fear I may have become overexcited at certain points. Little bit. By way of apology... should your work ever bring you to London... I would love to take you for dinner. Okay. Yeah, I think that would be nice. Wonderful.
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NANCY: That looks high-tech.
Spy
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I think we should land.
Spy
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I dropped a nuke in the water.
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(WITH BRITISH ACCENT) No, I'm only joking.
Spy
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(GROANING)
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Oh, God, not on him. Not on him!
Spy
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FINE: Coop.
Spy
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Okay.
Spy
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They would never let me be a spy. I can't even dress like a spy.
Spy
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ELAINE: We've intercepted chatter... that the weapon is still being offered to the highest bidder. Someone other than Boyanov knows where that nuke is. It's probably his daughter, Rayna. She's really the only person he's trusted. Jesus, Cooper, do you have pinkeye? Go home. You're going to infect everybody. Told you. No, it's not pinkeye, ma'am. It's just I'm having a bit of an allergic reaction. Well, I'm allergic to disgusting childhood illnesses, so stay away from me. Sorry. Anyway, you're right. After Boyanov's death, Rayna went to a safety deposit box at a DSK bank in Varna. The chatter picked up later that night. What do we know about her? I can pull up her file.
Spy
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Oh, my God. Out in the field. Yeah. With a gun! What?