Along Came a Spider

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[Woman] Tonight was your first

time at the club, wasn't it?

[Distorted Male Voice] No, I've

been there a few times before.

[Woman] Really? Well, how come

I haven't seen you?

[Man] I noticed you

the first night I walked in.

You always stand out.

[Woman Laughs]

Well, thank you.

Well, how come it took you

till tonight to talk to me?

You're not shy, are you?

[Man Sighs]

Maybe a little.

You, uh,

you okay with this?

Just taking off

with someone you hardly know.

[Woman]

I trust myself.

- [Man] What do you mean?

- Well, I believe in human nature.

You know, that people

are basically good.

You're right.

Most people are.

Tracie, you spell that

with a "Y"or "l-E"?

"L-E. " Guys are always

assuming I'm a T-R-A-C-Y.

- Oh, I hate guys who assume.

- Me too.

[Tracie]

You look like a James.

Nope, just Jim.

- How about Jimmy?

- No, just Jim.

[Tracie]

Oh, come on, you are shy.

[Jim] Look, um, there's something

I've been meaning to tell you.

I think you have

beautiful hair.

- [Tracie] Oh, you think so?

- Yeah.

[Man On Radio] Brown Bag, this is

Brown Bird. We have audio-visual.

[Tracie]

Do you think it's sexy?

Brown Bag,

close into one click.

Yeah. There's nothing sexier than

short hair on a beautiful woman.

What is it about big hair

that turns men on?

What is it about big hair

that turns guys on anyway?

Bad taste?

[Laughs]

Look at me.

I want to see your eyes.

Innocent.

Just the way I like 'em.

That's him.

That's our man.

[Sam] Car is registered

to a Jim Gelway.

[Man On Radio] Brown Bird,

this is Brown Bag, move in.

[Tracie]

Mmm.

Mmm.

He's testing, Tracie.

Tell him...

he's got the Midas touch.

You got the Midas touch.

That's 'cause

I'm God's gift to women.

You know what I think

you are?

I think you're

a natural-born cocksucker.

And I think it's time you did

what you were born to do.

No.

What is this?

- What the f*** is this?

- Oh, sh*t.

- You f***ing b*tch!

- Bust him.

[Sam] Brown Bird,

Brown Bag, move in! Take him!

- Take him now. Now!

- [Siren Wailing]

[Man On Loudspeaker]

Pull your vehicle to the side,

- your hands where I can see them.

- F***!

Police!

Pull over... now!

- I got him, Alex.

- [Siren Wailing]

- [Screams]

- [Tires Squealing]

- [Man] Call for help now!

- Tracie! Hold on!

Don't move, stay where you are!

Stay still!

[Gasps]

Alex.

Hold on,

we're going to get you.

- Come on, guys, help out.

- There's nothing to hook onto.

Hold on!

Alex?

- [Screams]

- Tracie!

[Bell Tolling]

- Hey, Hannah.

- Hi, Megan.

I hope we don't have

that big math test.

[Speaking Russian]

[Speaking Russian]

- Jezzie.

- Hey, Megan.

Jezzie, guess who

called me again last night?

Oh, let's see, um...

Ah, good morning, Dimitri.

Hey, Megan, I downloaded

some really cool GIFs.

- You want to see them?

- Yeah, sure, what are they?

[Chattering]

Agent Flannigan.

- Check in Starodubov and Rose.

- Check.

Jezz, what do we call Russkies these

days? Russians? Former Soviets?

- I forget.

- New world order, Devine.

Get used to it.

Charles Lindbergh, Lucky Lindy

or the Lone Eagle as he was called,

is our subject today

because he was...

the first man to... what?

- Megan?

- Fly over the Atlantic?

Very good. First man to fly solo,

nonstop from New York City to Paris,

and that was 1927.

An astonishing accomplishment, which

brings us to today's assignment.

Let's see which of you can

navigate, or fly if you will,

from our home base

to our hero's website here...

in the fewest number

of links, all right?

And you're off.

[Students Typing]

Well, that's very clever,

Dimitri.

[Chattering]

Megan, might I have

a word with you?

- Save me a seat, okay?

- Okay.

Come to my office.

Take a seat.

[Clears Throat]

Now, Megan, you know I understand...

the particular pressures

of your life.

Your father being who he is,

and the enormous expectations...

all adds up to

rather a lot, doesn't it?

- Yes, sir.

- Hmm. But, none of that excuses...

- your breaking the honor code.

- What?

I know all about

you and Dimitri, Megan.

We don't tolerate cheating,

now do we?

Cheating? Mr. Soneji,

there's been a mistake.

We only pass notes,

you know, jokes and stuff.

Megan, before you go

any further,

you best have a look

at that.

- Mr. Soneji?

- Yes?

This essay,

it isn't mine.

Beg your pardon?

What do you mean?

Oh, my.

Oh, dear girl, I'm...

[Chuckles]

Oh, dear, dear.

[Muffled Scream]

[Chattering]

- [Doorknob Rattling]

- [Knock On Door]

Gary, why is

the door locked?

- Oh, my God, what happened?

- She's collapsed.

She's collapsed.

I tell you what, you stay with her.

- I'll get some help.

- Okay. Megan?

Hey, sweetheart, can you hear me?

Megan?

- Hey, Jezzie.

- Hi, Kila.

Hey, Hannah,

where's Megan?

She's with Mr. Soneji.

Control, I'm en route

to Soneji's classroom.

I'm sure it's just

a meeting that went long.

Well, it's against procedure.

Mr. Soneji should know better.

His office.

Mr. Soneji,

Secret Service, open up.

Mr. Soneji?

Do you have a key?

I'm sorry, there seems to

be something stuck in here.

Stand back.

Control, shut down, stop all

vehicles. Lock on Soneji and Rose.

So, how many of these boats you have

to make before you become shipshape?

I have never seen a man

work so hard at looking busy.

- Alex, it's been eight months.

- Hmm?

It's time

you forgave yourself.

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