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D'Anna's on the line.
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This is the President.
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D'ANNA ON RADIO: Mr. President.
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You're running out of time.
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No, you are. It's your turn to listen. You harm another one of my people,
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you so much as blacken one of their eyes,
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and I flush Saul Tigh out of the launch tube.
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We have no wish for further bloodshed.
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May I speak with the Admiral?
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No, you deal with me.
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You have 10 minutes to release my people
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or you can kiss one of your precious Final Five goodbye.