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And you are my wife's lover?
No.
Then what are you doing here?
l know you. You're the guy from the gym.
l'm not here representing Hardbodies.
Yes. l know very well what you represent.
You represent the idiocy of today.
l don't represent that, either.
Yeah. You're the guy at the gym
when l asked about that moronic woman.
She's not a moron.
You're in league with that moronic woman.
You're part of a league of morons.
No. No.
Yes. You see, you're one of the morons
l've been fighting my whole life,
my whole *** life. But guess what.
Today, l win.
(GRUNTS)
Stop!
OSBORNE: Intruder!
Stop! Intruder! Stop!
(SCREAMING)
Wait. Wait a minute.
Where is the Treasury guy? Pfarrer?
Right now? Right now.
He is in a detention room at Washington Dulles.
Why?
He was trying to board a flight to Venezuela.
We had his name on a hot list. CBP pulled him in.
Don't know why he was trying to go to Venezuela.
You don't know.
No, sir.
We have no extradition with Venezuela.
Oh!
So what should we do with him?
For ***'s sake, put him on the next flight to Venezuela.
Yes, sir. Okay.
Okay. So the gym manager is dead. Yes, sir.
The body is...
That's gone, sir.
Okay.
But there was a snag.
What?
J Well
this analyst, ***, was attacking the gym guy.
lt was in broad daylight, on the street.
Our man did not know what to do.
Felt he had to step in.
Yes?
He...
He shot the analyst. He shot ***.
Good. Great. Is he dead?
No, sir. He's in a coma.
They don't think he's gonna make it. They don't think...
They're pretty sure that he has no brain function.
(SIGHS)
Okay. Okay. If he wakes up, we'll worry about it then. Jesus, what a clusterfuck.
So, that's it then?