Bazhaev leaves the pantry to take the call at 10:22:13, demanding to know what he wants. Vladimir calls him "Sergei Petrovich," and apologizes for the lateness of his call. "Uh, your family is well?" Yikes, wrong time to ask that question. Bazhaev repeats his demand, and Vladimir circles his point until he finally says he's looking for "nuclear rods. Highly enriched uranium." Bazhaev stops walking, but he feigns ignorance, even when Vladimir says he has a buyer who's willing to double any offer. "Then he is as stupid as you are," Bazhaev barks. "Are you out of your mind? Nobody deals in nuclear rods, nobody!" Vladimir apologizes, and Bazhaev snaps, "Don't call me again!" End of call. Vladimir tells Walker he's getting nowhere, and he wants a little sex-break. Walker makes him wait until he's made some more calls. Vladimir dials. The phone, I mean.
Bazhaev returns to the pantry and tells Josef, "Vladimir Laitanan knows about the fuel rods." Josef disinterestedly asks him what he's going to do, but Bazhaev is already doing it. He's on his cell phone, and he reaches a guy who's riding in the back of a semi that's traveling through the city. Finally switching to Russian, now that he's speaking to his third fellow Russian of the hour (fourth if you count his American-accented son, fifth if you count the guard he said "Leave us" to earlier), Bazhaev instructs him, "It's Bazhaev. You need to stop. You know where to go." The man in the truck argues about the schedule, but Bazhaev insists. After hanging up, the man in the truck speaks Russian into a walkie-talkie. "Anton, pull off the road," he says. "We're stopping." The camera pans over to a big wooden crate, like the coffin of a giant, and then we see a shot of the truck crossing a bridge. Which does not look like a good place to pull over, at least if one doesn't want to attract attention. It's 10:24:48.
10:29:04. Hassan is in his office, busily going through photos like he's casting Kamistan's Next Top Terrorist. He answers his desk phone, and it's President Taylor herself, wondering where he is when they're supposed to be getting back to work. Doesn't she have people to make these calls for her? Hassan starts to make excuses for his lateness, and she asks him in a very serious tone what his intentions are. As he waves in his security chief and another, less trustworthy-looking fellow, Hassan asks what she means. Taylor says she's already vouched for him to the other countries, and wants to be sure he's going to behave himself. He promises to stop the arrests in the next few hours (because by then everyone in his country will already be in custody), and to either release or charge the delegate he had arrested last hour. Taylor accepts that, because she's apparently going to be gullible this whole hour, and the call ends. Then she asks Rob how Hassan sounded. "Not like himself," says Rob, who was listening on speaker the whole time. Helpful. You know what would come in handy for Taylor right now? A Secretary of State. She should get one of those.