Evening.

Cohen (thinking): I don’t know if that was a cunning strategic move, or the dumbest thing I’ve ever done.

Either it could work, and I need to sober up and figure out how . . . or it’s doomed to blow up in my face, and I need to stock up on bourbon.

Offscreen voice: You just let her walk out of here?

Cohen: I don’t know what you mean.

Offscreen voice: Don’t play stupid. This guy left the building earlier. Dark hair, glasses . . . Either important, or wanting to look like he’s important.