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Subversion in stall three
B.: So what's with all the questions? I mean: come on.
S.: What, I want to get to know you a little. Something wrong with that? Work with me here.
B.: I don't know you from Peter Finch and you want to get to know me. Yeah, something's wrong with that. I don't associate with strangers.
S.: Okay, what's your name? I'm S., okay? What's your name?
B.: What, you're going to do that introducing-yourself-so-you're-not-a-stranger thing? That's so outdated.
S.: Work with me, work with me.
B.: Why do you keep saying that?
S.: Look -- look, you want a drink? I'm going to have a drink. I need a drink.
B.: I don't drink.
S.: Well, shoot down Plan B.
B.: You were going to try to get me drunk? That was Plan B?
S.: Look, you want frankness? You want to know why I'm asking you all these questions?
B.: Yes.
S.: I'm -- I work for the government, okay? There. I said it. Now, I'd like to ask you a few questions.
B.: The government? Show me your badge.
S.: I don't carry a badge. It's not that kind of job.
B.: ID, then.
S.: Look, why you gotta be so difficult, lady?
B.: Leave me alone.
S.: Look, I'm a spy, okay? I'm a spy. I need information from you.
B.: This is the worst pickup attempt I've ever seen. I'm way too old for you, sonny.
S.: I'm not trying to pick you up. I'm trying to shake you down.
B.: Why, you --
S.: Look, I just want to know where your boss is going for the weekend.
B.: Why, you want to rob his house? He lives in a little apartment in Brooklyn. Not such a hot target now, is he.
S.: We have to ask him a few questions, too.
B.: Oh, it's 'we' now.
S.: Look, you see the guy in the corner over there? By the jukebox?
B.: I suppose you're going to tell me that he's your partner.
S.: He is.
B.: Right.
S.: Fine, look. You see this? I'm wearing an ear piece. You know what this does? It radioes everything that's going on at this table, okay? You say something, he hears you. I say something, he hears you. Now, he can't see me, right, cause I got my back to him. I'm holding up two fingers. See that? Okay. I'm going to ask him how many fingers I'm holding up. Okay? How many fingers am I holding up, Q.? ... Hold em up. How many fingers is Q. holding up now?
B.:
S.: So you believe me now?
B.: I ... Can I go home now?
S.: No, you can't go home. What you can do is tell us where your boss, the indubitable G., is going for the weekend.
B.: Don't hurt him.
S.: Just a few questions for him, that's all.
B.: Look, I saw that movie. I know what you guys do to people.
S.: What movie?
B.: That spy movie.
S.: Which one? Really. I love movies.
B.: That one spy movie, I don't know.
S.: Come on, which one?
B.: You're like the mob, you just kill everybody no matter what. ... Oh, my God, you're going to kill me, aren't you --
S.: Look, shut up. Shut up. Don't make me drop a cyanide pill down your throat, okay? (Censored). I mean: geez. ... You gonna be quiet?
B.: (nods)
S.: Okay. Kiss me now, so it doesn't look like I covered your mouth for some sinister purpose. ... Come on, hurry. ... Now, was that so bad? (Censored).
B.:
S.: Where's he going?
B.:
S.: Q., you want to come over here? Bring the stuff.
B.: What stuff?
S.: Q.'s got a little tool box he carries with him for sources like you.
B.: He's going to Baltimore.
S.: Hold up, Q., we're good. ... Baltimore? Why?
B.: I don't know.
S.: Q.
B.: Because he does some business there.
S: What kind of business?
B.: Look, I don't know. I'm just his secretary.
S.: And his lover.
B.: What?
S.: Guys like that, they're always bonin' their secretaries.
B.: I am not. He is not.
S.: Right, right. He a leg man? He looked like a leg man.
B.: He's a --
S.: Uh huh. Yep. Q., bring me the tape recorder.
B.: You can't tape me. No.
S.: Hey, relax. I'm going to play a little something for you.
Q.: Here you go.
S.: What're you doing over here, Q.? Get back into position.
Q.: (Censored) you.
S.: (laughs) Okay, listen to this, B.
B.: I didn't tell you my name!
S.: Right, sorry. We seem to have forgotten: I'm a spy. ... Okay, listen.
G.: So, B., you got a hot date this weekend?
B.: No.
G.: Come again?
B.: I mean, yes.
G.: With who?
B.: Hmmm. I don't know.
G.: Come again?
B.: Hmm. Okay.
G.:
B.:
G.:
B.:
G.:
B.: Oh, my.
S.: You get that?
B.: You're a spy.
S.: Yeah, I thought we covered that.
B.: He's buying massive supplies of drugs!
S.: Don't lie to me now.
B.: I don't really know what he's doing in Baltimore. But he's sort of an Orioles fan.
S.: It's winter.
B.: They play basketball in winter, don't they? I mean, it's indoors.
S.: ... Yeah, right. Okay. Well, thanks for your time.
B.: That's it?
S.: Yeah. We got another source to roust up.
B.: You're not going to stuff a soaked rag in my mouth and dump me in a car trunk and push it off a bridge?
S.: Nah.
B.: Well, at least seduce me.
S.: I don't drink martinis. I don't sleep with sources, either.
B.: Does Q.?
S.: ... Yeah, Q. says he's interested. He says he'll meet you in the ladies' room in two.
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