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751
I tell you who and where. 752
What do you do? 753
All you got to do is act. 754
What do you do? 755
Do you do your job? No! 756
I'm obsolete! 757
I'm irrelevant! 758
Me! Shame on you! 759
You yanked me home! 760
You shoved me out in the woods! 761
- Some lvy League prick...
- Jesus Christ. 762
who's afraid of having dinner
in D. C... 763
The target is Burke. 764
...because of street crime
is judging my worth, 765
shoving me in the fucking... 766
Put it down, Walter. 767
They came for you. 768
Yeah. 769
The line to the CIA
was a fake. 770
You never told 'em. 771
No. 772
You did. 773
Nothing is what it seems. 774
God damn it, Walter. 775
You got me. 776
Hand in the cookie jar. 777
You got to give me one thing. 778
I'm a scary judge of talent. 779
Here goes nothing. 780
- [Gun cocks]
- No. 781
- Bye-bye.
- No! 782
No! 783
[Man speaking indistinctly] 784
[Indistinct conversation] 785
All right.
Clayton, you ride with me. 786
We're gonna need to
debrief you at Langley. 787
James? 788
[Breathing heavily] 789
SLAYNE: Let's go, Clayton. 790
[Engine turns over] 791
You all right, Clayton? 792
Yeah. 793
Forgot to turn
your cellphone off. 794
That's how we tracked you...
your cellphone. 795
I didn't forget. 796
I knew she'd do her job. 797
Well, I'll remember to team
you two up together next time. 798
Next time? 799
You were born to do this, James. 800
It's in your blood.
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