The Whistleblower Page #3

so I can move nearer Dad

...and I can see you all the time.

- That's cool.

Hold on!

Sorry, I got to go, Mom.

- I have a game.

- Okay.

- I love you. Bye.

- Bye.

- Kathy?

- Yes.

Nick. Kaufman.

Contingent Commander.

- Good to meet you.

- Good to meet you.

- How are you?

- Can I give you a hand?

- I'm fine. I'm fine. This way?

- Yeah.

Good having another

American in the mix.

Some people get pissed off,

saying we're taking over.

Makes my life easier.

Especially when it's a good-looking

woman reporting to me.

Oh, I don't mean to burst your bubble

but I report to Madeleine Rees.

It's a joint appointment.

And she's Human Rights.

But you're Democra. So

ultimately you're all mine

at the end of the day.

No you can't.

Don't. Please don't.

No. Just don't touch.

Just step away

from the table, please.

I've had my eyes on this table

for a long time.

This one is mine, lady.

- Oh, this is your table?

- This is mine table... my table.

I'm sorry to tell you

but this is my table.

I have a new job over at HQ

with a lot of fancy diplomats and...

for someone in my position

...would have this table?

- This... Yes.

Yes. I feel very strongly about it.

You don't care about my feelings?

I don't care about your feelings.

So you're just going to take it?

I'll tell you what.

If you buy me dinner

you can have the damn table.

- Come on!

- Okay, let's go.

I was married twice.

- Like, two times?

- Two times.

That's twice.

Yes, once and then...

and then again

and I messed it up both times.

What about you?

Well, technically I'm still married.

But it is... it's

complicated right now

because we are in the middle of

what I would call an ending

But you're married.

- Right. But we are in the process of

- Kids?

Yeah, we have two

...boys.

It isn't that complicated but it is.

If I slept with you,

I'm going straight to hell.

You are.

Let's get drunk first.

Goat f***! Musical apartments!

- Just hold the people back!

- What do you need me to do?

The Muslim women are supposed

to get their old apartments back.

Serbs took them during the war.

Serbs don't want to leave.

And a lot of places

got sold to third-party

Croats or God knows what!

And everyone's pissed.

And I figured it's a bunch of widows,

so your Gender Office

can handle it, huh?

- Okay, okay, okay.

- Bolkovac?

- Bolkovac?

- Yes.

They need you. Come on.

- Murray, can you deal with it?

- I'll take this then.

She was talking

but I couldn't understand.

She's not local.

Hey.

Hey.

All right. All right. All right.

I'm not going to touch you.

I won't touch you.

What is it? Are you in pain?

This girl is seriously ill.

Could you call a medic?

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