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me.
She doesn't do it for me anymore.
KAREN: Do strong women threaten you?
DOUG: No, they just beat me up.
-Come on.
-What is that?
Soviet TV uses the same satellite
as this capitalist pig bank.
Lenin would have a stroke.
Adjust my knobs.
No! I wouldn't adjust that.
That's delicate technology.
That should only be adjusted
by skilled technicians.
Excuse me.
MAN:
What's going on? Nothing's going on.
Oh, yeah, this one girl Terry,
she's working late.
I don't know. I guess
she wants a raise or something.
No. She talks to herself
all the time.
There you are.
Jesus, thank God.
All right.
Jack?
Okay, pal, is this a big joke?
"What did consulate say?"
What did it say?
Consulate said, "No Department C."
"Whom did you talk to?"
Oh, I just love your accent.
Jeremy Talbot.
Says he didn't know you.
But I have a feeling that he did.
"Situation confusing. " No shit!
What exactly is the situation?
"Trapped in Eastern Europe.
Need exit."
What about your passport?
Who are you, Jack?
"British Intellig--"?
Why didn't you contact
the consulate yourself?
"Did. Won't acknowledge me."
Why?
"Excellent question."
What else can I do?
"Need other con--" Are you crazy?
Other contacts? I work in a bank.
Who?
"First go to my apartment in New York
and get something for me."
God. What do you need, a trench coat?
A camera? Microfilm!
Oh, what?
"A frying pan."
I'd have probably
thought about that next.
Hey! You Miss Doolittle?
Don't be sneaking up
on people like that.
Sorry. It's been a long day.
I'm your Sperry repairman.
-I'm here to check out your terminal.
-Oh.
Didn't mean to scare you.
-You're here a little late.
-I'm running behind.
I need a little of that overtime action.
-Nothing's wrong with my terminal.
-No?
Well, I got a report that there was.
-What's wrong with it?
-Oh, I don't know.
Probably some kind of short,
chip, something.
Well, I'd feel a lot better
if nobody messed with it.
Come on. I've been
traveling for two hours.
I can appreciate that fully, but--
Weren't you about to leave?
You don't mind if I just call Sperry?
I mean, just to check it out.
-No. Go ahead. It's your dime.
-Okay.
Ah, ah, ah! Don't mess with it.
Hi, this is Terry Doolittle
down at First National.
Who is this, Clovis? Clovis, I got a guy
here who says you sent him down.
Yeah, let me ask him.
Say, what's your--?
My mistake. Sorry.
TERRY:
153. Pull over here.
I'll only be a couple of minutes.
Sure. As long as the meter's running.
Key's in the hydrant,
just like he said.
Hello?
Anybody here?
Wow.
Nice pad!
I'm not stealing anything.
I got a key from Jack.
Hello?
This is great.
You know this cat
don't have no roaches.
God.
Maybe I ought to go
into the spy business.
Nice system.
[ROCK MUSIC BLARING]
Oh, Jesus!
[PHONE RINGING]
It's the phone.
It's just the phone.
[MAN SPEAKING OVER
ANSWERING MACHINE]
This is Jack. Sorry to miss you.
Leave your name, number...
...and I'll get back to you
soon as possible.
And if you'd like to leave a message,
that would be good too. Okay, bye.
-So that's what you sound like.
JACK: Oh, I'm sorry.
Don 't forget to wait
for the beep, will you?
It's a fairly long space,
but it's coming soon.
[BEEPING]
[WOMAN SPEAKING
WITH FRENCH ACCENT]
Jacques, it's me again. You shit!
I'm sick of this machine! Forget it.
Jack, I wouldn't go with any woman
who called me a sheet.
No, no, I won't.
No, this is the man's private property.
I mean....
Fuck it.
[TAPE REWINDING]
MAN 1: Jack, this is Curt
from Sport Motors. Car's ready.
We put in new brakes,
and replaced the radio.
Call when you wanna pick it up.
"Sarah. Sinai, '82. "
MAN 2:
Jack, it's Allen.
Look, I got tickets for the Knicks
game tomorrow and--
JACK:
Wait, Allen. Hang on. I'm here.
ALLEN: You're
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