Echelon Conspiracy Page #2

Only Yuri.

I hook you up.

Bye-bye.

Kamila, where are you going?

Home.

Where do you think I'm going?

Kamila, come back.

Come. Just...

Let go!

Please, just one more drink.

- I said I am leaving.

- Just stay!

I said I'm going home!

Kamila!

She said leave her alone, okay?

- Piss off.

- Just let her go.

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Here, let me help you up.

Okay.

I am so sorry.

I didn't know he was like that.

No, it's okay.

He's gone, right?

Yeah, security.

I'm Kamila, by the way.

Max.

Hey, Max. You're American.

- You're a long way from home.

- Yeah.

I'm just here doing a little gambling.

Yeah?

How's that treating you?

Better now.

Okay, can you excuse me just one?...

Hello?

It's Yuri. Meet me in the parking lot.

Yeah, see, now's a bad time...

I've gotta go downstairs

for a minute...

...but, maybe I can buy

you a drink later?

I really should be going, so...

Okay.

Thank you again for helping me.

Oh, it was...

Can I see you again?

I'll call you here.

Good night.

All right, where are

they coming from?

According to his service provider...

There's no record of

his text messages.

How is that possible?

Technically, it isn't.

- Hey.

- Hi.

Give me your phone.

All right.

What are you doing?

Bluetooth text to speech transmitter.

Wow!

That's kickass.

Mother, huh?

Bet all.

No sender on SMS.

Very sophisticated.

Who gives gift like this?

I'm not really sure.

You think you could maybe

figure out who sent those?

Not here.

Only back in Moscow.

Really? Why not here?

In Moscow, I have equipment,

connections, can find out anything.

Yeah, but I can't go to Moscow.

You change mind, you have card.

Thanks, Yuri.

You forget something?

Pleasure doing business.

Say hi to mother.

Castle slot.

East wing.

He's back.

All right, where's he headed?

East wing.

East wing?

Maximum bet on next pull.

Oh, sh*t.

Yes!

Hold it right there!

Don't let that guy leave!

Sh*t.

Max Peterson?

I'm Special Agent Grant of the FBI.

Put your hands behind your back.

Now!

Grant?

What the f*** are you doing here?

I don't care what this

guy did, all right?

He ripped us off, he stays here.

He comes with us.

I'm not in the Bureau anymore.

You don't give me orders.

I don't have to.

We're taking Sunshine here.

It's good to see

you're still a prick.

Nice tie.

- Tell me about the phone.

- Look, I didn't know.

Whatever it is, I'm really sorry.

Okay, I'll get you started.

You bought it online with a credit card

of one Stuart Wallace.

Then you came here and

you used it to rob a casino.

How am I doing so far?

I swearto God, I don't know what

you're talking about.

This phone came to me in the mail.

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