well, good afternoon. if it isn't the forgetful spy. how you feeling?
it's not that i don't trust my compatriot, colonel baltimore. in fact, i had every confidence that your amnesia was genuine -- until you showed up *here*. you follow? meanwhile, i just got around to reading the papers, there's the small matter of an incident upstate. long range rifle shot, blew a man out of his socks. you can see where i'm coming from. i'm trying to pull of the biggest job of my career. i have to know. how much you really remember.  and who you've told.
we'll soon know.
torture, yes. the torturing of beautiful women, albeit politically incorrect, is an addiction with me. a woman never looks quite so beautiful as when her face is distended in pain. witness the beauty of childbirth.
let's not, and say we did. do you smoke?
good. you'll last longer. now hush yourself, and take a deep breath. we're gonna do the torture thing.
juice up the bird, we head out soon as i'm done here.
take all the air you can, that's right. if you need to vomit, do it now.
talk to me colonel. is my identity safe? the truth, and i'll shoot you in the head. nice and quick. otherwise, you're in for a long night. *who did you talk to*?
hate to see you like this, charly. i heard you were a helluva spy once.
that's a very funny joke. you're an entertaining woman. good night.
how did you find me? who knows about this place, who have you told?
samantha.  please!