We have a phone book.

I'll find out for you, sir.

We checked. We double-checked. Then we reset all the instruments and triple-checked. Those are the counts.

I wanna know who did this to me. I'm on it, sir.

Amanda? I'm on it. If she's gettable, I'll get her.

We're gonna have to track the passenger information down one by one.

He can direct Chicago work our way. Checked online.

Department of motor vehicles new driver handbook? But I don't have a problem.

So is there a phone here, I can check my messages? Yeah, in the back. You want a quarter?

I can't do that. What? What're you talking about?

Still going after launch codes? Yes he is, but he's not making any head way.

Knock door-to-door, if necessary. Clear these bastards out.

What's next? This is the very copy of The Handbook of Chemistry and Physics in which I looked up the reaction rates of mendelevium and...

I'll check flights. I'll check hotels. I'll check my underpants. I'm so excited, I think I peed.

So, do they still make phonebooks? I mean, doesn't everyone just Google numbers?

Dominic. DEA's been trying to lay eyes on him for months. No luck. You? No.

Elias's guy, sole survivor. His name's Carlo. See what I can find out.

It's a simple matter. There are several toxic chemicals that'd be untraceable in an autopsy.

It doesn't matter what country or agency. Just as long as they are dead or presumed dead.

Have evidence I lied? No, I don't think so. The whole point of the polygraph was about this theft.