Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Do you know how to--? - No.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

- Nathan? - Checking.

They almost killed her, me too.

[pen scribbling]

Fuck, it's Adam.

What didn't you tell them exactly?

but I learned quickly that some things are better left alone.

We have a car with Secret Service agents who'll take you to the Remborne Hotel.

I need to personally file for bankruptcy.

[cell phone vibrating]

Yeah, upstairs.

[intense music playing]

'Cause that's not how the game is played in spy land.

You're not curious?

Fourteen hours since Emma and Henry Campbell were killed.

Maybe they hid them here.

It's called conducting an investigation, Sutherland.

It's Lawrence Finster.

I'll fall forward so my body weight's distributed across more area.

Do you wanna find your aunt and uncle's killer or not?

Looks like, uh, someone cleaned in here recently.

[doorbell ringing]

[woman seething]

- Okay. - [woman breathing heavily]

about what happened to my aunt and uncle?

- Here? - Just there.

[woman scoffing]

Just no suspects.

- Sorry. - [woman] No problem.

My aunt said there's someone in the White House who can't be trusted.

[upbeat music playing]

We gotta get some clothes for you. We'll cross here.

2781 is the number of the metro train I was on.

Where are the Secret Service agents that were here?

Trust me, I... I don't know anything.

They make a good team.

[Peter] I... I figured.

- Is that gonna be my new career? - What, a nine-ball hustler?

no matter how many rules you have to break.

Where do you see the cybersecurity sector trending?

Okay, we have to go.

{\an8}Thirty-seven now, 80 by the end of the year.

I wanna get these motherfuckers.

I won't hang up on you tonight, I promise.