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What are the odds of success?

I have to finish this letter.

Some privacy, please.

It's not fair. Intruding on you like this.

He hung up on me.

At the Hay-Adams. Should be here in an hour.

Am I correct in assuming that every hour that passes,

We're set to insert at 2100 EST, 0400 local time.

There I was with my hands in cuffs and it was like, uh...

She has a very clever nickname for me.

so I would say that they're conducting their own investigation

I'm drunk, sir.

You talk. I'll listen.

Now, does anybody else have any question that somebody else asked them to ask me?

So you could offer your sympathy? Hm?

Give him some face time in Washington.

You still mean a lot to me.

We should abort, sir.

They've stopped giving me new assignments.

Yeah, but how can we determine it one way or the other? Definitively?

Car comes back to a Virginia corporation, no address.

- but obviously now, it's-- - Of course.

I gotta go, hon. Foreign Affairs is holding an emergency session.

I'll need the name, next of kin.

I'm glad he's stepping up, giving you the support you need.

It is true that his brother works for the FSB,

I didn't mean to snap.

Registration? Proof of insurance?

You are entitled...

- Mr. President? - Sara.

I don't need water, I need a phone call.

He's a complicated man. Fiercely nationalistic.

But if any of you have questions that don't relate to yesterday's events,

aside from her stunning beauty, of course,

The apartment complex that blew up,

I mean the blast. We have the intel.

Unless, of course, you have better intelligence than the Pentagon.

- Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! - I will bust your fucking face!

into something nobody can control.