I can tell you the license plate numbers of all six cars outside. I can tell you that our waitress is left-handed and the guy sitting up at the counter weighs two hundred and fifteen pounds and knows how to handle himself. I know the best place to look for a gun is the cab of the gray truck outside, and at this altitude, I can run flat out for a half mile before my hands start shaking. Now why would I know that? How can I know that and not know who I am?
I swear to God, if I even feel somebody behind me, there is no measure to how fast and how hard I will bring this fight to your doorstep!
I guess you're not home.
Nobody does the right thing.
If you are going to kill me, kill me dead!
Look at this. Look at what they make you give.
No, it doesn't start to come back. The knots, like everything else, I just found the rope and I did it.
I was recalling a conversation we had some time ago, talking about Treadstone. I seem to remember Nykwana Mombosi's name might have come up.
I'm not sure what we're talking about.
Someone tried to take him out. Tried, and failed. Was this Treadstone?
You're asking me a direct question?
I thought you were never gonna do that.
Well we, uh, lost communication with our man.
This was almost two weeks ago.
We've been working 'round the clock, the whole unit. We've been sleeping down there. Believe me, we're doing everything we can.
And you don't let me know this?
You never wanted to before.
You never made a mistake before.
With you, you'll probably just forget about me if I stayed here.
How could I forget about you? You're the only person I know!
It's nice. A little hard to find, but...
Well, so far, you've given me nothing but a trail of collateral damage from Zurich to Paris. I don't think I could do much worse.
Well, why don't you go upstairs and book a conference room? Maybe you can talk him to death.