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S I X

[after their meeting is over Sitwell walks out of the building with Senator Stern]

A collective gasp is heard, wasn't that the senator they saw previously when they started this reactions?

"That bitch was with HYDRA!?" Tony exclaims with anger.

"That's why he wanted your suit... Maybe HYDRA thought they could use it."

"Makes sense."

Senator Stern: Listen, I gotta fly home tonight, cause uh...I got some constituency problem, and I gotta press the flesh.

Jasper Sitwell: Any constituent in particular, Mr. Senator?

Senator Stern: Uh...no, not really. Twenty-three, kind of hot. Real hot. You know, wants to be a reporter, I think. I don't know, who listens at that point?

Jasper Sitwell: Doesn't sound much of a problem to me.

Senator Stern: Really? Cause she's killing my back. Look, this isn't the place to talk about it. [he touches Sitwell's pin on his jacket] This is a nice pin.

Jasper Sitwell: Thank you.

Senator Stern: Come here. [they embrace and as they do Stern whispers to Sitwell] Hail, HYDRA. [as Stern steps away he touches his back] See, it's right there...

"Bitch."

"Steve, he said a bad word."

"Really Sam?"

Jasper Sitwell: I just saw that, yeah.

Senator Stern: Should I get it checked?

Jasper Sitwell: I think you should. [Stern walks away] [Sitwell gets a call from Pierce, Sitwell turns to his men] I need a minute. Bring the car around. [his men leave and Sitwell answers the phone] Yes, sir?

Sam Wilson: Agent Sitwell, how was lunch? I hear the crab cakes here are delicious.

Jasper Sitwell: Who is this?

Sam Wilson: The good looking guy in the sunglasses, your ten o'clock. [Sitwell looks around but doesn't see him] Your other ten o'clock. [Sitwell turns the other way and sees Sam sitting a few feet away from him] There you go.

Jasper Sitwell: What do you want?

Sam Wilson: You're gonna go around the corner, to your right. There's a grey car, two spaces down. You and I are gonna take a ride.

Jasper Sitwell: And why would I do that?

"Because he said so!"

Sam Wilson: Because that tie looks really expensive, and I'd hate to mess it up. [Sitwell looks down at his tie and sees a small red light from the gun being pointed at him] [Steve throws Sitwell across a rooftop, Ania follows behind him]