OUR NEW ASSET

Transcript:
Laswell: Sergeant MacTavish.
Soap: Laswell.
Soap: You recording this?
Laswell: I’m with the agency, Soap - I record everything...
Soap: Always honest, Kate. I’ll give ya that.
Laswell: You read the package I sent on our new asset?
Soap: ‘Asset’? Interesting choice of words for an unreliable, disloyal, violent Russian.
Laswell: You’ve done your homework.
Soap: Damn right I did... May I continue?
Laswell: Something tells me you will...
Soap: I reckon we’ve witnessed our fair share of shite... but is this for real, or a bloody fuckin’ joke?
Laswell: It’s real, Soap.
Soap: Then what kind of steamin’ mad fuckery is in the redacted bits?
Laswell: Why don't you tell me?
Soap: I’m askin’ you to tell me. ‘Cause this reeks of PSYOPS, and no offense - that’s more your bag than mine.
Laswell: Your reaction isn’t surprising, but… I assure you, Soap. We need to treat this threat seriously.
Laswell: Deadbolt are only just realizing what they’re up against.
Laswell: Which is why I need you to know just… just a little bit more than them.
Soap: A little? Jesus, Kate.
Laswell: Given his... resume... Ravenov’s presence may be our ace in the hole.
Soap: He’s a liability, Laswell. Sure as the rising sun... unless you got a file on that too.
Laswell: Not yet...
Laswell: If he tries to slip the leash... I trust you to handle it.
Soap: What are my rules?
Laswell: You have execute authority. You see a need... choose your move… and I will back it. No questions asked.
Soap: Roger that.