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Red Dust

Blair: Oh, ho, nice threads. What are you, moonlighting as a maitre d'?

Simon: I was at a dinner for the commissioner. I got paged while the mayor was in the middle of one of his captivating speeches. Needless to say, it got everyone's attention.

Jim: He was in a gulag. Probably a guard.

Blair: What are you, working on your sixth sense, Jim?

Jim: A guy I knew in the CIA told me about someone he was interrogating one time. This guy had a mouth full of steel fillings. All courtesy of the Russian prison system.

Blair: Tough way to get a dental plan.

Blair: So maybe there's a rumor that you've heard that might help us.

Micki: I told you -- I don't know anything.

Blair: But we don't need anything concrete. Just something to get us started. I mean, after all, we are talking about rumors, right?

Blair: All right, let's forget about them and work with what we have here.

Jim: Which is what?

Blair: Your senses. Now, if this guy Sergei's here, he's probably leaving a trail of hot spots.

Jim: Quite the optimist.

Blair: "Tomsk." Forbidden city. That's it.

Simon: What are you talking about?

Blair: Sergei's name, I remember it from a lecture on microcosmic societies -- you know, a society within a society.

Simon: I'm sure there's a point to all of this.

Simon: I hate it when you do this. Look, you have a few hours. Nail down whatever leads you can, but I have to make the call, Jim. My hands are tied.

Jim: Mine aren't.

Micki: Thank you. It would be nice someday to see you again.

Jim: That would be nice.

Blair: Mr. Ellison... (impersonating Micki)

Jim: Ahh...

Blair: You said you wanted to break down some barriers, man. I think you just did.

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