Not today.
Ten years ago, maybe.
Why not?
I wouldn't be that dumb.
The communication techniques we observed were out of fashion.
You get a feel... a smell.
A smell of age.
A sense of long habituation, one human being to another.
Years of it, maybe.
My God.
How many times do we have to put this to you?
For years there have been Czech transmissions stirring the shit pot in any part of the globe where Pym sets foot.
Of course they coincide with his movements.
That's how you play the radio game when you're framing a man.
You persist and you repeat, and you wait until the other fellow's nerve cracks.
The Czechs aren't fools.
Sometimes I think we are.
Thank you, Frank.
Grant, will you take it up with the Pretz-Hampel-Zaworski situation?
(GRANT) So this is what we have.
Hans Albrecht Pretz.
Czechoslovak journalist.
Alexander Hampel.
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