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And they'd just all

have that beautiful jaw...

and sky-blue eyes, and a full mouth.

I mean...

no, thank you.

I'll just, you know,

I'll just...

Can you give me a little

jewelry I can actually wear?

Not gonna wear it?

Yes. Yeah.

I was just saving it.

Put it on!

Look at that.

Wow, that's a...

That is an adjustable toggle.

Adjustable toggle.

You don't see that

with a lot of jewelry.

It's so you.

Is it?

Wow, perfect.

Somebody's jealous.

Seriously, I couldn't do

what I do without you,

in my earpiece.

I could never do what you do.

Can you imagine me as a spy?

My God.

Out in the field.

Yeah.

With a gun!

What?

"Hi, terrorists.

Golly!

"I shot myself!

Whoops!

"I meant to shoot you,

not me!"

That's probably what I'd say.

"Hey, terrorists,

you better watch out,

"or I'll make you

a chocolate cake.

"Do you like chocolate?

Well, then I'll make you a vanilla."

They would never

let me be a spy.

I can't even dress like a spy.

Look at you and your tailored...

Everything is cut right.

And mine is like a lumpy

pumpkin sack dress.

Come...

It doesn't even have a label.

Does not have a label.

I think my mom made it.

No, stop.

I should get on my hands

and knees and start scooping.

Good God.

Go easy on yourself.

Okay.

We're a perfect team.

That's why we work.

Yeah.

Come here.

Come here. Close.

I think you're getting pinkeye.

What? No.

Right there.

No, that's not...

Did you wipe your eye after

you cleaned out the cat box?

I don't have cats.

Why did I think that?

I don't know.

You should get some.

They're good company.

We've intercepted chatter...

that the weapon is still being

offered to the highest bidder.

Someone other than Boyanov

knows where that nuke is.

It's probably

his daughter, Rayna.

She's really the only

person he's trusted.

Jesus, Cooper,

do you have pinkeye?

Go home. You're going

to infect everybody.

Told you.

No, it's not pinkeye, ma'am.

It's just I'm having a bit

of an allergic reaction.

Well, I'm allergic to disgusting

childhood illnesses,

so stay away from me.

Sorry.

Anyway, you're right.

After Boyanov's death,

Rayna went to a safety deposit

box at a DSK bank in Varna.

The chatter picked up

later that night.

What do we know about her?

I can pull up her file.

That's stuck.

It's just a little warm in here.

Pull up my file...

Jesus! Not my keyboard

with your pinkeye-infected

fingers!

Why don't you just cry directly

into my mouth

while you're at it?

It really is just

an allergic reaction...

Sit down. I'll do it.

- Okay, I'm gonna go sit down.

- Rayna Boyanov.

Majored in international law

at Oxford.

Top of her class.

Been living in London

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