[Blade is bobbing Hoop up and down over the edge of a building]
Eventually, you know, your head is gonna pop off.
Fuck, no, no! Please, please, please!
Who's your handler?
I don't know my fucking handler! I swear, I swear!
[Blade loosens his grip]
Oh, shit! Please! Please!
[a cell phone rings. Blade looks at Abbie and Hannibal, who shrug, then down at the familiar]
Oh, it's you! I'll take that. Come on! Let's go, come on!
[Hoop hands his cell to Blade]
Dr. Edgar Vance:
Hello? Hello? Hello, this is Dr. Vance. You paged me?
It's for you. Yeah, go ahead.
[Blade hands the phone back. Hoop puts it to his ear]
[Blade lets go]