Set it down.
Quick. Hurry up.
Yeah. Got it.
- Wait a minute, George.
- What?
Just pin my arms down.
Good. Okay.
Wait a minute.
Could you just squeeze my butt?
Yeah. That's it.
Okay.
Wait a minute. No, George...
- Oh, I'm sorry.
- God.
Fate was cruel.
Well, that was memorable.
Just give me minutes.
Look at the moon or something.
That night, I moved to the house
down the beach.
The next day, I decided to call her.
Hello?
Hello?
- Alice?
- Yes.
I need to talk to you.
Who is this?
It's Nick. Nick Halloway.
Remember me?
Nick Halloway. Is this a joke?
Listen, please don't tell anybody.
I'm in the gray-and-white house
down the beach.
I'll leave the door open for you.
Can you come down here, please?
Please, Alice.
Hello?
Hello?
Back here.
Nick?
Alice, don't be afraid.
It's me, Nick.
- Were you in an accident?
- Yeah.
Oh, what happened?
Were you burned or something?
You want to sit down?
No.
Where the hell did she run to?
Bodega Bay?
It's been over two hours.
You never know.
Attractive girl, jogging alone.
I wouldn't worry about that, George.
She's as strong as an ox.
I will not allow you to turn this
into another fiasco.
- Like you did in Iran.
- I'm getting the job done.
I'm your section head!
I gave you this chance!
Wachs was supposed to be
in Washington two days ago.
- Where the hell is he?
- Wachs is sequestered.
I'm not convinced he's been entirely
forthcoming with us.
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