Mrs. Lampert to seeyou.
- Yes, sir. Go right in. - Thankyou.
Ofall the mean...
rotten...
contemptible, crooked -
Crooked? l should thinkyou'd be glad to find out l'm not crooked.
You can't even be honest about being dishonest.
Why didn'tyou say something?
- We're not allowed to tell. Come on, give me the stamps. - Hmm.
Wait a minute. How did Carson Dyle get an office in this building an_ay?
- When did you meet him? What time ofday, l mean. - About 1 :OO.
The lunch hour. Probablyworked it out in advance.
Found an office usually left open and moved in for the timeyou were here.
Then how do l know this is _our office?
Mrs. Foster, take a memo to Bartholomew in Security recommending -
Bartholomew.
Recommending that embassy offices be kept locked during the lunch hour.
Mmm. Starting with his own.
- Give me the stamps. Come on. - What's your first name today?
- Brian. - Brian Cruikshank.
Serves me right ifl get stuckwith that one.
- Who asked you to get stuckwith any ofthem? - Is there a Mrs. Cruikshank?
- Yes. - But we're divorced.
No.
Oh.
My mother. She lives in Detroit.
You'd like her. She'd likeyou, too. Come on, give me those stamps.
Not until you prove to me thatyou're really Brian Cruikshank.
One day next week l'll put it on a marriage license. How about that?
Quit stalling. l want some identification now.
- l wouldn't lie on a license. - You can't prove it. You're still tying to -
''Marriage license''?
Did you say ''marriage license''?
Don't change the subject. Just give me the stamps.
Oh, l loveyou, Adam, Alex, Peter, Brian, whateveryour name is.
Oh, l loveyou.
l hope we have a lot ofboys.
We can name them all afteryou.
Well, before we start that, may l have the stamps?