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Clips from Gotcha!

"I still have it, and I want to get rid of it."
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"This guy just chased me down Pico Boulevard. He's in a gray Mercedes."
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"He's a K.G.B. Agent."
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"And you are a spy of some sort? No."
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"Do I sound like a spy? I didn't know I was smuggling the film out."
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"My girlfriend... She planted it on me."
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"I'm sorry, sir, but the Bureau is precluded by law..."
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"from becoming involved in cases of foreign espionage."
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"I have a roll of film that somebody was shot for, now what should I do?"
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"Perhaps the C.I.A. Can help you."
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"Do you have the C.I.A.'s number? It's in the book."
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"I don't have a book. I'm in a phone booth."
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"Then I suggest you call information."
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"Thank you. You're welc..."
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"Good evening, Central Intelligence Agency. May I help you?"
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"Yeah, I need to come down there right away. What's your address?"
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"Langley, Virginia. No, no. I mean, in L.A."
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"I'm sorry, sir. We cannot give out that information."
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"What? We cannot give out our address, sir."
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"I don't believe this. Is there at least somebody there I can talk to?"
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"One moment, please."
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"Duty officer."
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"Yeah, my name is Jonathan Moore."
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"I'm not drunk, I'm not stoned and this isn't a crank call."
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"I gotta come down there right away, but your operator... She won't give me your address."
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"What did you say your name was, again?"
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"Jonathan Moore. And what's your problem?"
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"Put the phone down. Hurry!"
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"Let me see your hands. Step outside the booth."
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"Hands behind your head. What's going on?"
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"- Shut up. - That's him. I'll kill him!"
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"That son of a bitch tried to wreck my car!"
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"Relax. We'll handle this. You have the right to remain silent."
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"If you give up the right to remain silent, anything you say..."
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"can and will be used against you in a court of law."
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"Dad, you gotta listen to me. No, you gotta listen."
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"You know what you put your mother and me through?"
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"I'm at a police station at 4:00 in the morning, and she's popping Valiums like M & M's."
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"That guy Bronski? He's gonna sue you. No, he's gonna sue me."
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"I'm responsible. You know what your insurance rates are gonna be?"
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"You know how much money this is gonna cost me?"
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"I thought he was chasin' me. He was chasing you."
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"You ran him off the road. He wanted to kick your ass. "I" want to kick your ass."
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"I thought he was a K.G.B. From Russia."
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"What? I thought he was K.G.B. From Russia."
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"He's a C.P.A. From Encino. What are you, crazy?"
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"Yeah, maybe I am. I know you're a good kid."
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"Just get yourself into a drug program, okay?"
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"Yeah. Okay."
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"- What you got? - Nothin'."
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"- Johnson? - Nothin'."
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"Shit. Let's go."
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"The kid must have it on him."
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"Duty officer."
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"This is Jonathan Moore. I talked to you last night, but we got cut off."
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"Yes. I really need your help."
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"I got this roll of film from this girl in East Berlin."
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"I think it has spy stuff on it. Uh-huh."
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"This morning, some guys trashed my apartment looking for it."
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"Did they get it? No, they didn't find it."
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"You should see this place. They went through everything."
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"- We believe you. - You do?"
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"The agency is going to help you. Just stay where you are, and we'll send someone to get you."
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"No, I can't do that. I don't know who anybody is."
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"Anybody could come here and say they're the C.I.A. I gotta come to you."
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"All right. Calm down. Our address is 444 Flower Street, suite 700."
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"Do you have the film, or is it hidden?"
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"No, I have it. But there's something else."
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"My girlfriend... Her name's Sasha Banicek... She's in trouble."
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"She's still in East Berlin. Don't worry about her. We'll take care of everything."
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"You're bringing the film with you, right? Yeah, I'm on my way."
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"- "All right." We'll see you. -"
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"He's coming in."
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"Hi. Hi."
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"I'm Jonathan Moore."
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"I'm supposed to see somebody."
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"I'll be with you in a moment."
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"Jonathan, dear, it's Mother."
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"I got the number of the Brentwood Drug Rehabilitation Center."
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"It's 555-4731."
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"Please call them, darling. Remember: It's your life."
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"This is Sasha."
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"I'm at "Bonawenture"Hotel. Call me there as soon as you can."
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"What the hell's goin'on in here?"
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"What happened?"
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"You're not gonna believe this. It's happening to me, and I don't believe it."
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"I'm listening."
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"After I left you in Paris, Sasha and I went to Berlin."
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"I know. Yeah. Then we went to East Berlin."
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"East Berlin? For what?"
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"For this."
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"They don't sell film in West Berlin?"
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"- We didn't buy it. We picked it up. - What's on it?"
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"It's got some spy information or something. Whatever it is, it's important."
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""Spy information"? Sasha picked up the film."
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"She must've planted it on me, because I didn't know I had it until I got here."
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"- These Russians have been following me from East Berlin... - The Russians did this?"
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"No, the C.I.A. Did this. The C.I.A.?"
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"Yeah. I think Sasha's one of'em."
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"I went down to the C.I.A. Office,"
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"and there she was sittin' in this room drinkin' coffee..."
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"with the same guys that trashed this place."
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"I hate to say it, but I knew something like this was gonna happen."
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"Hello? Jonathan?"
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"- Hi, Sasha. - "Jonathan, you are okay?" I was so worried about you."
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"Y... Worried about me? Wh-Why would you be worried about me?"
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"Did you get my message? Yeah."
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"And you will come to hotel?"
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"I don't think so. I have to see you."
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"I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but we're gonna start using my rules."
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"Hold on."
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"You still a homeboy?"
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"You still a white boy? Yeah. You're in a gang, you're in a gang for life."
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"You think the homeboys could do me a little favor?"
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"Yeah."
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"There's a flower shop across the street from the Bonaventure."
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"Be there in an hour. Jonathan, l..."
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"Hey, Sasha. If you wanna see Jonathan, go to Olvera Street, in front of the cross."
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"Olvera Street. That's three blocks."
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"Is your name Sasha? This is for you."
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