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Leah: (pressing the flat end of the blade to him) Just listen. I took this job for one very specific reason. One. Because I wanted to be alone tonight and this seemed to pretty much guarantee it. ALONE. That’s first. Second, I did my homework. This area is an operative dead zone. NO NATO ACTIVITY Sanctioned. Completely, utterly, alone. Guaranteed. So, I'm going to ask you just one time, and if you lie, I'll kill you. And I'll know if you're lying. What are you doing here?

Peter: I came for you.

Leah: Well, you failed.

She lifts the blade above her head ready to drive it home.

Peter: No, not like that... bugger. Wait! I'm Martin Keene!

Leah: Martin Keene’s an old man. He…

Peter: He hired you. Which is to say, I hired you. Since I’m him. Well, I'm not actually him, as you know, I'm British Secret Service. Well, former, now, really. Defector. You know... “Off with his head!” and all that. That's news to you. I've assumed the identity of Keene. To, um, reach… to hire you. To get you here.

Leah: Say more…

Peter: I wanted to... Jesus this is embarrassing... I wanted to run into you. Again. Like Kathmandu, that night. That night was so...and you are so… I even dressed up for the occasion.

Leah: Oh my god. This mission is made up.

Peter: Sort of. Not really, I did actually hire you.

Leah: I was going to assassinate Yatala!

Peter: Well... He's not a good guy anyway…