Motherfucker.
Fuck! Enough!
No change.
There you are.
What were you doing in there?
You have something going with organized crime?
Oh, no. Just looking for Officer Yoon.
I heard he was selling his Peloton.
A surprise for Nan Hee. She's been wanting one.
What happened to your face?
Oh, this?
It's a bit embarrassing.
I fell down the steps in my building, looking at my phone.
Inspiring.
Did you know Owen Hendricks is back on a plane to DC?
Yes, but I'm still working on flipping the other lawyer to find out why--
Listen.
The Director heard rumors that the CIA is up to something.
And he's looking to me for answers.
If you can't get them in the next 24 hours,
I'll find someone who can
and banish you to a watchtower on the DMZ until the world ends.
Thank you. We are Don't Touch My Stuff.
We'll be back for another set at 8:00.
-Shit. -Wait. You mean, um…