Argylle

Aidan: Had to bring the cat. Elly: What did you expect me to do, leave him to fend for himself? Come on! Aidan: He's be fine. Cat ladies always die alone and cats figure it out. Elly: I am not a cat lady. I'm not. And what's your problem with my cat exactly? He's really cute. He's cuddly and loyal. Aidan: Oh, please. You suddenly drop dead, that cat's chewing your ears off within forty-eight hours max. Elly: Which with you around, gets more likely by the minute.

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Elly: [Standing outside an apartment door] No one's home? What should we do? Aidan: Well, I am a spy after all. [Starts picking door lock and they enter the apartment to find completely bare] All right. Writer's intuition, huh? Elly: Notice anything? Aidan: Yeah, Bakunin was loaded. He wouldn't live in a dump like this. Ritter: [In command center] Team one, what's your status? Hit team member: [In a speeding van] We're two miles out. Elly: No, it's wallpaper over brick. Does that seem normal to you? Aidan: Uh, whoever lived here had bad taste? Can we- ca- let's- let's split. [Elly tears down off a wallpaper strip] What are you doing?! Elly: Look, look, look, there's a line, this is a clue. [Points to white splotch on dark bricks] Look at this. Aidan: That's spackle. That's plaster. Let's go. Elly: This is something. Aidan: We got 95 more locations to check. Come on. Let's get outta here.

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