The Recruit Script - Dialogue Transcript

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The Recruit Script

            Answer the phone!

            No answer.

            Keep trying -- I'm sure he's on his way back from...

            Definitely on his way.

            Why doesn't anybody answer the phone?!.


            James, you are so dead.




            Excuse me -- James Clayton.

            Sorry I'm late. I had a water bed emergency.

            Bill Rudolph, Dell.

            Nice to meet you. Can I borrow your computer?

            -Yeah. -Thank you.

            Hi, guys.



            It's here somewhere.

            Here we go. All right.

            This morning, sound asleep,

            I heard this cracking noise -- ripping wood.

            I figure it's part of this logging dream I'm having,

            but, no, the bed is falling through the floor.

            Our program uses existing wireless technology...

            Which we modified,

            transforming it into a completely new program.

            -And what do you call it? -"Sp@rtacus."

            Why is that?

            It was named after the revolt...

            Of the slaves.

            -Wireless Webcast.

            We have that.

            "Sp@rtacus" turns any specified broadcast terminal

            into its slave.

            We control the program.


            Take a look. Pick a screen.

            Hello, Bill Rudolph.

            MAN: Hey, who is this guy? Somebody's hacking in.

            MAN # : What is this?

            This is wonderful.

            JAMES: Thank you.

            Can you, uh, put our logo on the Sony booths?

            Sure... for the right price.

            -JAMES: We'll talk, yeah? -Yeah.


            # What if I don't wanna hear the things you say? #

            # Where were you when I was needy yesterday? #

            # You want in with me now that it's good #

            # But it's too little, too late #

            # Time and again, I've asked you #

            # Just for some light #

            -Thank you. - # To show the way #

            -Hey. - # I was in total darkness #

            -What would you like? - # You act like,,, #

            I would like to teach you something.

            Okay. I'm pretty busy right now.

            James, the most important thing you need to know

            is that you don't know shit.

            What you see...

            ...what you hear...


            what it seems.




            That's how it begins, you know.

            Call will come in a day or two.

            His name is John Medica.

            He's head of R&D for Dell.

            He's gonna invite you out for martinis.

            Before long, you're gonna be working

            out of Advanced Encrypting in Bethesda.

            Five years, you'll get your first annual trip to Texas.

            You got a wife by then, .  kids,    K a year,

            and that's it -- that's the whole show.

            Then you're dead.

            And it all started because of one nasty little martini.

            So you're a recruiter.

            That I am.

            You're kidding.

            Applications for the ClA are up tenfold.


              Would I have to kill anyone?

              Would you like to?

              WOMAN: Beer man -- Heineken?

              Yeah, just a sec.

              All I know about the ClA is that they're a bunch of fat,

              old white guys who fell asleep when we needed them most.

              Oh, well, like I said, you don't know shit.

              I know what I know.

              -Nice meeting you, James. -You too.

              Way I figure, you'll probably go in the oil business...

              Iike your daddy.


              Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

              Did you know my father?

              James, I have recruited and trained and served

              with the best our country has to offer

              for over a quarter of a century.

              I am a scary judge of talent.

              It's my gift.

              I am recruiting you, Mr. Clayton.

              In case you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly ClA material.

              You have any idea what ClA material is?

              It's not me.

              No? Well, I don't know.

              You graduated top of your class at M.I.T.,

              majored in nonlinear cryptography,

              scored off the charts in your undergrad psych profile test.

              Those are confidential.

              Yeah, right.

              You're agile, athletic, and...

              And what?

              You grew up overseas -- Uzbekistan, Brunei...


              Yeah, my father worked for Shell awhile.

              Your father died in     ...

              in a plane crash in Peru.

              What's your point?

              What's my point?

              What the hell you think my point is?

              My name is Walter Burke.

              My number's on the sports page.

              Give me a call.

              I'll be here till noon tomorrow.

              BURKE: Very dramatic, James.

              I want to talk. Can we talk?


              Where are you?

              Well, you know the phone booth you're calling from?


              Turn around.

              As you like it.

              You're pretty confident.


              Tell me about my father.

              You already know, don't you?

              I mean, that's why you're sitting here.

              You want answers, you're in the wrong car, kid.

              I only have secrets.

              You can't trust your best friends,

              your five senses,

              only the little voice inside you

              most civilians don't even hear --

              Iisten to that.

              Trust yourself.

              I think that's what your father would have said.

              Trust yourself, James.

              Can I help you, sir?

              James Clayton -- I'm here for an interview.

              Just pull in there, check in with security.

              Thank you.

              Hey, my name is James Clayton.

              I'm here to see Walter Burke. He's expecting me.

              You can wait for him over there. I'll page him for you.



              Rule number one -- don't get caught.

              Those were good officers.

              Good friends.

              So, you ready to get started?


              Have six pull in tight on F- .

              All right, now give me some angles,

              both tests...both tests.


              It's a carbon copy.

              F-  -- yank him.

              You've been caught cheating, pal.

              Please leave.

              Still got the eyes, Walter.

              What's that story,

              you saw some old woman pushing a baby carriage?

              And Walter sees the carriage is riding a little low, so bam!

              No questions, blows grandma right out of her shoes.

              Turned out she was Hamas,

              and the whole thing was stuffed with explosives.

              She wasn't Hamas, she was Abu Nidal.

              Abu Nidal, that's right.

              These war stories -- you just love them, don't you?

              Uh, D-  --

              tell him to forget the chick and finish the test.

              Burke says, "Forget the chick and finish the test."

              PSYCHlATRlST: How do upsetting problems

              generally make you feel?

              JAMES: Upset.

              And when you get angry,

              do you have trouble staying in control?


              How do you typically deal with failure?


              Have you ever been deliberately cruel to an animal?


              Please, elaborate.

              For Christmas, I tied wool reindeer horns to my dog's head.

              PSYCHlATRlST #  : Would you consider yourself

              subjectively firm or objectively flexible?

              Metaphysically wrinkle-free.

              Quickly -- would you rather ride on a train,

              dance in the rain, or feel no pain?

              Feel no pain.

              I know I said the rain-dancing thing, but...feel no pain.

              Thank you.

              God, I hate this.



              I'm James.


              Like the song.


              That's a big coffee.

              I'm a big girl.


              POLYGRAPH OPERATOR: Is your name James Clayton?

              James Douglas Clayton.

              Just a yes-or-no answer.

              Is your name James Clayton?


              You were born October        ?


              Have you ever worked for any foreign governments?


              Have you taken tranquilizers today?



              Mind if I sit here?


              Hey. Ronnie Gibson from D.C.

              James Clayton from all over.

              Nice to meet you.

              You too.

              You got any idea what those two are speaking over there?

              I think it's Farsi.

              Oh, yeah. Yeah, Farsi.

              MAN: Clear!

              Uh, what are you doing?



              Some of these chairs are wired.

              They catch you drifting during this,

                    volts up your ass.


              All right.

              -Good morning. -ALL: Good morning.

              Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Dennis Slayne.

              I'm assistant director of operations at Langley,

              and I would like to welcome you here

              to the ClA Special Training Facility,

              affectionately known as "the farm."

              Now let me introduce to you

              your senior instructor, Mr. Walter Burke.


              ALL: Morning.

              So, why are you here?

              Why are you here?

              It ain't the money.

              A GS-   pay grade officer, yours truly --

              I rake in about, what,    grand a year?

              You can't buy a decent sports car for that.

              It ain't sex.

              Hey, being here won't get you laid.

              Oh, you're a dental hygienist?

              I'm a member of the ClA, Moscow Station chief.


              What about fame?

              Our failures are known.

              Our successes...are not.

              That's the company motto.

              You save the world,

              they send you to some dusty basement at Langley,

              give you a little lemonade and cookies,

              and show you your medal.

              You don't even get to take it home.

              So it ain't money, it ain't sex, it ain't fame.

              What is it?

              I say we are all here in this room

              because we believe.

              We believe in good and evil,

              and we choose good.

              We believe in right and wrong,

              and we choose right.

              Our cause is just.

              Our enemies...everywhere.

              They're all around us.

              Some scary stuff out there.

              Which brings us here... to the farm.

              You have all just stepped through the looking glass.

              What you see, what you hear --

              nothing is what it seems.

              Indistinct conversations

              Mr. Burke?


              I was just, uh...I was hoping maybe I could buy you a beer

              and we could talk.

              I have so many questions about my dad.

              You're making a mistake, son.

              Let me remedy it.

              I was on semicongenial terms with you

              during your recruitment for that reason --

              I was recruiting you.

              I'm not your friend.

              I'm not your ally.

              I'm your instructor -- period.

              That enough talk?

              Good morning. It's     .

              All CTs report to Common Area,    minutes.

              Is everybody ready?


              -Let's go.

              Let's go!

              BURKE: Over the next few months,

              we're gonna teach you how to deceive,

              role-play, psychologically assess,

              sell, exploit.

              We're gonna hand you the tools --

              the black arts.

              Not witchcraft -- trade craft...

              Ready! Fire!

              ...disguise, surveil, detect.

              You will be able to kill with a variety of weapons...

              -or none at all.

              You will night-parachute, rappel from choppers,

              Iearn dry and wet demolition,

              Iearn tactical, high-speed emergency driving.

              You will become...

              Bond -- James Bond.

              Thank you, Mr. Clayton.

              You're already role-playing. That's good.

              You're ahead of all of us.

              Let's start with Clayton. Why don't you take...Zack?


               Nice move.

              Where the hell did you learn how to do that?

              ZACK: Metro Dade Police Academy.

              MAN: Are you a senior instructor at the farm?

              -BURKE: Yes.

              POLYGRAPH OPERATOR: True.

              Okay, if you look at the screens,

              you'll see his pulse is even,

              respiration normal,

              pupils undilated -- signs of the truth.

              Come on, rough me up. Let's go! Rough me up!

              Have you ever worn women's clothing?

              Who said that?



              Were you, uh, ever stationed in Peru?


              -POLYGRAPH OPERATOR: True.

              Is your name Walter Burke?



              Let's do it.


              Skid and holster!

              Remove your targets!


              These are paper ants -- microphone transmitters.

              They adhere equally well to flesh or clothing,

              and they're biologically manufactured,

              so as soon as they become separated

              from their storage palate, they begin to break down.

              After    hours, this bug consumes itself.

              These are all live surveillance devices --

              digitized, miniaturized transceivers,

              audio and video.

              You can conceal them throughout the bug house.

              Your objective is to gain entry, install three bugs each,

              and exit the bug house without getting caught.

              You will have eight minutes.

              What do we got here, Walter, a bunch of D.S. & T. geeks,

              or we got some quality NOC people?

              I don't know.

              Anybody get out of the bug house lately?

              Not many.

              Doesn't look like it's gonna happen tonight.

              Don't underestimate my people, Dennis, please.

              Usually by now, you've tagged a NOC.

              Must be one in this class.

              Well, maybe yes, maybe no.

              Who knows?

              The Shadow knows.

              I love this part.

              -Buenas noches, amigo,

              You've just been blanketed.

              SLAYNE: That's two down.

              BURKE: Oh, who's counting?

              Buenas noches, amigo, You've just been blanketed.





              Go, go!

              Who was that?

              You okay?



              Some of you will not survive the farm.

              Some will be asked to leave.

              Some will quit.

              But those of you who do graduate

              will be sent to work out of Langley

              or embassies around the world as official cover operatives.

              That is, spies with diplomatic immunity.

              Now, every once in a while,

              someone is selected to be a nonofficial cover operative,

              or N-O-C -- NOC.

              The NOC is the truest practitioner of espionage --

              always out there, always alone, unprotected.

              If you are caught,

              you will most likely be tortured, shot, and/or hanged.

              And here's the best part --

              no one will ever hear about it.

              You will become a star on a wall,

              a blank space in a book.

              Now, I can just feel all you Alphas out there

              gunning for this position as I speak.

              So remember, everything is a test.

              ZACK: Yeah? All right.

              All right, I can afford    cents.

              Yo, I'm out.

              All right, I'll see you.

              Come on, you're gonna fold, Ronnie. Just get it over with.

              -You're a Miami cop, right? -Yeah.

              So why don't you speak Spanish?

              I do.

              So where'd you learn Farsi -- Persian beat?

              Oh, that's funny.

              No, night school -- Florida Atlantic University --

              so I could get in here.



              -Ronnie. -I'm out.

              Well, looks like it's just me and Sonny Crockett.

              RONNlE: Sonny Crockett --

              is that the black guy or the white guy?

              What are the girls like on South Beach?

              What do you want to do?

              All right.

              # Sonny, you're a boy #

              # Make a big noise playing on the street #

              I'll see your bet and raise you.

              Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa -- $  raises max, remember?

              Come on, we're not playing by the rules here on the farm.

              Are we? Are we?

              Are we, Sonny?

              That's fine by me.

              Okay. So...

              Are my pupils dilated?

              I could be bluffing.

              Or it could just be dark in here. What do you think?

              # Gonna be a big man someday #

              # You got mud on your face #

              Okay, I'll give it to you. I fold.

              -What did you have? -Hey! That's not how we play.

              Your deal.

              Hey, man, good game.

              Well, well, well...

              Looks like boys' night in, huh?

              Kinda sad.

              I'm gonna change all that.

              Time for a field trip. We got the van outside.

              We're all going for drinks at the Blue Ridge.

              All right, your objective -- reach the parking lot

              with an asset who intends to have sex with you.

              You want us to pick up a girl?

              Well, uh, five, actually --

              one each.

              # Change #

              # But be yourself, now #



              BARTENDER: Here you go, Kitty.

              -Thanks, Barry. - # Change #

              # But be yourself, now #

              # Change #

              # But be yourself, now #

              Not interested.

              Neither am l.

              How's that?

              Well, your personal interests are of no concern to me.

              I just got out of the joint.

              And there's only one thing I'm concerned with right now.

              And what would that be?

              What do you think?

              # Change #

              # But be yourself, now #

              # Change #

              # But be yourself, now #

              Sounds like fun.

              Excuse me a second.

              Hey...what's going on? What are you doing here?

              What's it look like?

              Looks like you're drunk.


              Is everything okay?

              Yeah, everything's great.

              All right.

              See you tomorrow.

              # Ow, change #


              # But be yourself, now #

              -They cut me. I'm out. - # Change #

              -You're kidding. - # But be yourself, now #

              -I'm out of the program. - # Change #

              You're serious -- did they say why?

              They didn't say anything.

              They just sit you down, debrief you,

              and then stick you in some shit-bag motel.

              # Change #

              # But be yourself, now #

              Sorry, all I can think about is throwing up.

              You all right?

              Yeah, I think I had too much tequila.

              You know, it's just that you and l

              finally have this chemistry moment,

              you know, and I even have a motel room

              where we could go back

              and have completely justifiable comfort sex,

              but all I can think about is not throwing up.

              The -- the room's spinning, right?

              Yeah, like a top.

              You should go home. I'll call you a cab.

              Come on. Come here.

              Will you settle for taking me home and tucking me in?

              I wish.

              Blue Ridge Bar, yeah.

                 minutes? Thank you.

              Cab will be here in   .

              -Okay. -Okay.

              Come on, wait with me outside, okay?


              Come on.

              Layla, let's wait inside. It's cold.

              No. No, no, no, no, no. Just wait.

              Come on. I want to kiss you.

              Tell me about it.

              Thank you.

              For what?

              Op completed.

              My op was to stop you from completing yours.

              -Who said my op was complete?

              -Lighten up, man. -It's just an op.

              Just doing her job, that's it.

              God, I hate this guy.

              You did your job. Good.

              ZACK: Are you a citizen of the United States?

              -Layla: Yes.


              Are you in any way affiliated with the ClA?


              -It's false.

              All right, let's break up this dance team.

              Clayton, switch places with, uh, Zack here.

              All right, we all know, I believe,

              what a lie is when we see it.

              But a good interrogator can also soften a subject --

              you know, uh, knock them off-balance,

              make them vulnerable.

              Never know what you might get.

     at will.

              Is your name Layla Moore?



              Last night at the bar,

              you said we had chemistry together.

              Do we?


              His interrogation. Answer the man.

              Simple question -- yes or no?

              I was undercover legend. It was part of the op.


              You said you wanted to go home and have comfort sex.

              Did you?

              You're abusing this exercise.

              Did you want to have sex with me last night -- yes or no?


              Would you do anything to become a ClA officer?




              Stay away from me.

              Can I talk to you?

              There are limits, James.

              You want to suck up to Burke, do it on your own.

              This isn't about Burke.

              You won, okay? You got even.

              How does it feel?



              I pity the fool.

              Anyone I know?


              Let it go.

              You first.

              I don't know how I --

              I don't belong here.

              Come on -- meant to do this, son.

              You know more about me than I do?

              Hey, this bag knows more about you than you do, James.

              It's in you.

              It's in your blood.


              BURKE: Mama Land's crabs

              from the Circle's fourteenth in Saigon --

              best crabs in the world.

              This place -- second-best.

              Okay, why don't you just go ahead?

              Go ahead and ask me.

              Did you know him?


              I met him once.

              Falklands...around '  .

              What was he -- what was he doing there?

              Think, son. I can't tell you specifics.

              I just can't.

              I can't even confirm his mission.

              I can't.

              He used to tell me stories.

              He'd say, uh...

              when they'd hit one, the desert would rain oil.

              That's what he did, James. He told stories.


              And he lied.

              That doesn't mean he didn't love you.

              What was he, really?

              What did he do?

              You gotta come off it, kid. You really do.

              Because you keep looking back,

              you're gonna miss your whole life.

              It's a mystery you cannot solve.

              Who is -- who is Edward Clayton?

              Well, among many things, he was James Clayton's father.

              Also, he was someone else.

              He was a spook, James... just like me.

              Just like you.

              Don't look now.

              By the bar -- we're being followed.

              You serious?


              Sometimes these guys just like to loiter around,

              see if they can gain intel on the farm.

              I'll get someone on it.


              Looking good.

              Yeah, but can I do it blindfolded

              jumping out of a plane?

              I bet you can.


              It's probably not the best time to apologize.

              You don't have to apologize.

              Can l?


              Here's how I'm gonna look at it.

              We learned a lot about each other.

              Yeah, the hard way.

              Yeah, the hard way, but least we know.


              So, now... we're ahead of the game.

              Is that it?


              So what do we do?


              Not here.

              Not now.

              No, not now.

              JAMES: One year from now, where are you?

              Probably waitressing at Denny's.


              When I was a kid, my father would get out the atlas...

              BURKE: Okay, today we practice the art of surveillance.

              Remember your training.

              The person being followed is the...


              Rabbit. The person doing the following is the...

              -Eye. -Eye.

              Behind the eye is the rest of the surveillance team,

              who cannot see the rabbit but follow the eye.

              As the rabbit travels,

              the teammates will rotate themselves into the eye position

              so that the rabbit doesn't realize he's being followed.

              Rabbit, don't forget, your choke points

              help you to identify who's on your tail.

              And keep those cellphones off.

              In the field, they act like homing devices.

              All right? What do we do?

              ALL: lmprovise, modify, adapt, overcome.

              Let's go to work!

              Turn your cellphone off?

              Didn't bring it.


              Hey...this looks like a good choke point.

              You're right.

              Let's hide here and wait, okay?


              -LAYLA: James! James! -Layla!



              -Let go of me!

              I am a Diplomatic Corps trainee.

              We know that you work for the ClA.

              The ClA.

              I don't work for the ClA.

              I think you do.

              Enjoy your cold shower.

              Hungry, Jimmy?

              You guys make the best stuff.

              You realize that no country with a McDonald's

              has ever attacked the United States?

              They teach you that at the farm?

               I don't know what you're talking about.

              You think this is a game, James?

              I's a test.


              I'm sorry, my friend.

              This is no test.

              Everything is a test!

              Everything is a test.

              Good morning, James.

              What are the names of your instructors?



              John is the wise guy.

              Paul's the cute one.

              -George is pretty quiet.

              And this new kid --

              I can't remember his name.


              Now I know why she was begging for you.

              You're funny.

              Sorry if these stink.

              She pissed herself.

              Oh, Layla.


              Burke! You want a name?!

              Burke! Burke!

              I wanted you to see this.

              I wanted you to see what happens to someone...

              you know... someone you care about...

              so you won't forget.

              What you should learn from this exercise --

              and learn it well --

              rule number one --


              MAN ON TV: Hey, buddy, you are sweating your ass off.

              MAN # : I know. It's hot.

              No -- I mean, you're really sweating from the ass.

              MAN # : I'm so ashamed.

              MAN #  : Don't worry, pal.

              You just need a little help back there.

              -This is my secret.


              MAN #  : It's like a cool spring breeze

              blowing through your ass cheeks.

              MAN # : At this point, I'll try anything.

              Hello, this is Bill Rudolph at Dell.

              I'm not in right now, but please leave a message at the beep.

              I'll return your call as soon as possible. Thank you.

              Hey, Bill Rudolph, thank you for calling me back.

              It's James Douglas Clayton.

              We met at M.I.T. in Boston at -- we -- Sp@rtacus --

              Sp@rtacus --

               and I was with my family for a while,

              but now I'm back, and I'm ready to raise the bar with Sp@rtacus,

              'cause we can raise the bar with Sp@rtacus

              and change things.

              Will you call me...

              Nice hit.

              What the --

              You mind?

              My throat.

              Let go. Now.


              What --

              I see you're living good.

              Get some clothes on. We'll take a drive.

              A drive?

              Yeah. I'll wait outside.

              That booze is coming out of your bones.

              What am I doing here?

              I'm done, remember? I'm out.

              I don't have to play your stupid games.

              Oh, but you will, James.

              You will play because your particular engine --

              what drives you, moves you, motivates you --

              desire to please...


              -All right, pull over.

              Pull over the goddamn car!

              -All right! Go ahead, get out.

              You lasted longer on your interrogation exercise

              than any CT has in the last    years.

              I broke!

              Everybody breaks! That's the point!

              Damn thing doesn't stop till you break.

              Then why did I wash out?

              You didn't! That's why I'm here.

              You're the NOC, James.


              The washout was faked.

              You're the NOC.

              I told you I was a scary judge of talent.

              Why me?

              Get in here.

              I don't believe this.

              More farm mind games.

              Nothing is what it seems, na na na.

              No, no, no, no. School's out.

              Open that, uh, glove compartment.

              Go ahead.

              Find out why you.

              That's why you.

              Layla? Wh--

              Layla Moore --

              raised from the age of   by Tom and Susan Moore

              of Worcester, Mass.

              However, her real last name isn't Moore -- it's Nasari.

              Birth mother is Algerian, father's French.

              It's all there --

              secret bank accounts, phony records, fake passports.

              Layla's a sleeper.

              She's a mole, James.

              I don't believe it. This is crazy.

              How the hell did she get into the farm --

              We wanted her in.

              We want her to burrow in as deep as she can,

              because then, she'll lead us to her handlers.

              We know exactly what she wants.

              It's who she's giving it to -- that's what we need to know.

              Layla's gonna take us right up the food chain.

              I won't do it.

              You won't do it?


              why do you think I came to Cambridge to recruit you?

              Nobody's chasing CTs anymore.

              I mean, our applications are through the roof.

              We needed you...James.

              No accidents.

              You and Layla were matched.

              She's an orphan.

              You're a young man searching for a father.

              You're both highly motivated, you're both highly independent.

              You even look good together.

              We paired you at the farm, son.

              We paired you, remember?

              The Blue Ridge barhop?

              The lie detector session?

              The choke point test?

              And it worked, didn't it?

              She trusts you.

              Loves you, maybe.

              And you're gonna take that trust and that love

              and you're gonna use it to find out who she's working for.


              My first posting was in ltaly -- Trieste.

              A physics conference met there every summer.

              So I meet this local girl -- beautiful, sweet.

              She's working for the Russian group as a secretary.

              Anyway, I did my job. I worked her. I turned her.

              Pretty soon, she's giving me everything, you know --

              I mean, really high-grade stuff --

              and, uh, I'm a hero.

              But I'm still a kid, two years, fresh out of Ocala, Florida.

              I got this perfect ltalian girl, and she's crazy for me,

              and we're falling in love.

              I knew the Russians were getting close to her.

              I knew she was in jeopardy, but...

              material was valuable.

              I could've warned her.

              I could've saved her.

              But the information was more important.

              You understand?

              The information was more important than she was...

              more important than I was.

              It is what we do.

              I need to think about it.

              Oh, come on. "Think about it."

              You got    hours.

         more important than I was.

          It is what we do.

          I need to think about it.

          Oh, come on. "Think about it."

          You got    hours.

          Burke here.


            I'll do it.

            Iwo Jima Memorial --

            this is where you tell me about duty and sacrifice?

            No, this is where I have my breakfast burrito.

            Volente Brothers.

            They're the best.

            There you go.

            -Gracias, -Thank you.

            Try it. It's heaven.

            So, what is she after?

            You ever read Kurt Vonnegut?


            -You read "Cat's Cradle"? -Nah.

            Well, in that book, the world ends

            because in a chip of ice, a molecule is discovered

            that can turn all the water it touches into ice.

            Since all water is interconnected --

            that is, pond to stream, stream to river,

            river to lake, lake to ocean --

            the entire world freezes and dies,

            and that seed molecule is called lce  .

            Ice  .

            Langley has invented a computer virus

            that can plug into any electrical receptacle --

            that is, the wall outlet in your apartment --

            using existing wiring

            to spread right through the entire national grid.

            No firewalls, no protection.


            That's it.

            Our national defense,

            our national survival depends on electronics.

            You take that away...

            we're back in the Stone Age with our enemies.

            This was good.

            Can I make it?

            Oh! So close.

            You're going to Langley.

            Your cover story is that you washed out of the farm,

            but we love you --

            you're a good boy, a patriot --

            so we got you a low-level, low-security gig...

            but your real assignment is to get close to Layla

            and to stay close to her.

            Find out who she's talking to.

            BURKE: Layla requested Cryptography,

            so we gave it to her.

            She's working at the Directorate of Science and Technology

            in Langley.

            Well, if she's a new employee in Langley,

            isn't surveillance on her   / ?

            They've got to find out what she's up to.

            Langley's security is all about entry and exit --

            going in, going out.

            -You are scoped, taped... -Morning.

            ...tagged like no other place on Earth,

            but once you're on the inside,

            the assumption is you belong there.

            -Langley's too big to watch.

            We're a city, and as such,

            we are vulnerable to betrayal from within,

            always have been -- Ames, Nickelson, Howard.

            JAMES: So what have you got me doing?

            BURKE: We've given you

            a low-level data-processing position

            in the information management center --

            not uncommon for CTs who don't graduate the farm.

            You'll love it.

            -MAN: Mr. Clayton? -Hey.

            -Rob Stevens, your supervisor. -Nice to meet you.

            -Welcome to ClA. -Thank you.

            The building we're going into is totally secure.

            No radio-wave transmissions in or out.

            Electronic devices -- computers, telephones --

            even your voice create vibrations

            that a sophisticated laser pointer in the building

            -can read and translate.

            I'll tell you, this card won't get you into the good stuff,

            but that little logo definitely gets you laid.

            Republican girls -- hot.

            Here we go. This is you.

            The manual's pretty self-explanatory.

            Log in as much data as you can without getting carpal tunnel.

            Any questions, I'm     .

            Thank you.

            Thank you.

            I'll see you over there.


            Layla. Hey.

            What ar-- oh, you're here?

            Yep. Data entry.

            Not exactly what I'd imagined, but...

            After you left... we missed you at the farm.


            Look, I'm late, so...

            Oh, right. Okay.

            It's good to see you.

            Yeah. You too.

            Take care.

            -Hi, Frank. -Hey, how's it going?


            Take care.

            -Thanks. See you tomorrow. -Good night.

            Hey, Joey. Cappuccino.




            Hey. Hey.

            I'm not stalking you, I swear. I come here all the time.

            How you doing?

            Good. You mind?

            No, of course not.



             What are you reading?

              -Good? -Weird.

              WOMAN: Here you go.




              I'm in Science and Tech.

              -Science and Tech? -Yeah.

              Not in the field?

              The field is what you said you always wanted.

              Yeah, well...

              found out it wasn't.

              It's good to see you.

              You too.

              JAMES: So, where you living?

              LAYLA: The company found me an apartment in Georgetown.

              What about you?

              JAMES: Uh, I'm over in Adams Morgan.

              LAYLA: When did you move down from Boston?

              JAMES: A week ago. I drove down.


              You're welcome.

              See you soon.

              Yeah. You want a ride?

              -Nah, I got my truck. -Okay.

              -All right. See you. -Good night.

              Good night.

              BURKE: Okay, you re-established contact.

              Now get into her office,

              see if she's accessed the program.

              If she's got lce   what's she doing with it?

              She can't copy it.

              Langley computers don't have disk drives

              for exactly this reason,

              and she can't print it out.

              There are no printers.

              Company policy.

              D.S. & T. is a secure area. You're gonna need clearance.

              I'll handle that.

              Thank you, sir.

              -Morning. -Good morning.

              James...a bunch of us are going over to Senor Pepe's.

              -Margarita Monday. -Republican interns, huh?

              Vaminos, muchachos,

              Hi, this is Layla Moore. I'm in a meeting until  :  .

              You can call me then or leave me a message after the t--

              -Hello. -Hi.

              Mike? Black, two sugars. Right?



              -Oh, Sharon... -Yeah?

              I still haven't gotten those files I asked about.

              It's all right. I'll look for them.

              -How was the date? -lt was great.

              I just don't know where to go, and -- I don't know...

              You know, there's this ltalian restaurant

              down in Georgetown, and it's authentic.

              -Hi. -Hey.

              You dropped these in my car.

              Must've just slipped out of your hand.


              I dropped them on purpose.

              You trying to manipulate me?


              It's working.

              -Frank. -Hey.

              -Good night, Layla. -Good night.

              Layla. Wait up.

              Here you go.

              Allow me, madame.

              Thank you.

              You're welcome.

              Where's your car?

              Red pickup, over there.

              Oh, nice. New?

              Newish. This your little baby?

              -Yeah. -All right.

              -Night. -See you tomorrow.

              Hey, James?


              I want to show you something.

              That camera takes    seconds to scan the room.

              That one takes another    seconds on the opposite arc.

              So if you stand right here,

              you're ready to waltz one step,

              you could have    seconds of complete privacy

              where the cameras won't see you.






              Now we're completely private.


              What were you thinking about when you figured this out?



              We have    more seconds.

              That's not enough time.


              Sorry it's so early, but, uh...

              I don't sleep.

              Piss like a racehorse -- every two hours.

              Impossible. What do you got?

              You were right about Layla.

              Some of the lce program is on her home computer,

              but it's not all there yet.

              She's taking it out in pieces and putting it back together.

              How's she getting it out of the building? That's the question.

              And more importantly, who's she giving it to?

              I want you to take this.

              Open it somewhere later.

              You know, no matter how sure we are...

              about a person...

              no matter how close or friendly you think they are --

              I know.

              I believe Layla's a traitor.


              It's just...

              It's ugly.

              This is an ugly business... you know?

              Can't pay us enough for this kind of stuff,

              and they don't.

              The truth is, at the end of the day,

              it's what we do.

              It's a job. It's not who we are.

              We decide who we are.

              All right!


              Sure, come right in.

              Usually when a man ditches me in the middle of the night,

              he doesn't call the next day.

              Imagine my surprise when you're banging down the door.

              Sorry. I couldn't sleep, so I went to the gym.


              Yeah, sure.

              I'm starving.

              Hey, how about that breakfast you promised me?


              Cheese eggs -- my dad's specialty.

              He called 'em heart stoppers, the breakfast of champions.

              -Good? -Mm-hmm.

              So, do you still think about it?

              The farm, I mean.

              I wanted Burke to stop. I told him to stop.

              Nope. Not about that.

              I mean the training.

              Do you think it changes you?

              Learning to lie, deceive.

              Yeah, sure.

              I mean, I definitely think about things differently now.

              I mean, every person I meet is a possible mark.


              I got an idea.

              Why don't we do stupid tourist things today?

              Come on, we can go and sit on Lincoln's knee,

              Iook at John Dillinger's penis.

              I swear to God, it's in the Smithsonian,

              along with other weird Americana like the Fonz's jacket.

              What do you say?

              I got to work.

              Work? Wrong answer. What are you gonna do on Saturday?

              It's your taxpayers' dollars in action, my friend.

              You sure you got to go to work?

              Yeah. I'll see you tonight, right?


              See you later.


              Gorgeous dog.

              Hey, fella. How you doing?

              -So nice to meet you. -She's a sweetheart.

              -She's pretty. -Thank you very much.

              -See you. -Have a good day.

              MAN: You can't park here.

              WOMAN: The "A" train to St. Petersburg is now boarding.

              Oh. Hey!


              Stop! Freeze!




              Hey, you! Stop!


              Suspect's Caucasian and  '  ", wearing green jacket.


              MAN: The delayed "A" train from St. Petersburg

              will be arriving in half an hour.

              The "A" train from St. Petersburg will be arriving

              in half an hour.

              -Hey! -Sorry.

              ...will be boarding in    minutes at Gate "D."

              MAN: No sign of the suspect yet.

              Green jacket, male, Caucasian.

              -Affirmative,   . - '  ", brown hair.

              WOMAN: This is the Shady Grove Red Line.

              Next stop...

              Burke here.

              JAMES: Zack's dead.

              I killed him.

              Where are you?

              I killed him.

              He -- he was working with Layla.

              Oh, Jesus.

              James, just tell me what happened, now.

              Uh, she met him.

              I saw them.

              Zack attacked me.

              I killed him.

              Well, I have to pull you out, then.

              I have to get somebody else on this thing.

              Look, let me do it.

              This is what I trained for. You said so yourself.

              She's probably going back to Langley to finish the job,

              and if she's not, I'll intercept her.

              I'll get the material, and we'll meet.

              I can do this.

              Look, please -- trust me.

              All right.

              I'll come into town.

              I'll meet you in the Navy Yards near "M" street,

               :  .

              Okay. Navy Yards, "M" street,  :  .

              Thank you. Have a good weekend.

              Layla, pull over the goddamn car!

              Pull over the goddamn car!

              James, what do you want?!


              Don't move! Don't move!

              Open the door! Open it!

              Don't move!

              Unscrew the bottom. Do it!




              I'll tell them you surprised me. Get as far away as possible.


              I don't know why you turned. I don't care.

              James, I didn't turn. You did.

              I know who I'm working with. I know what I'm doing. Do you?

              Look, stop it! I know everything!

              Your mission, the intel, your parents.

              James, I'm ClA.

              My mission was to assess the security protocols at Langley

              to see if I could get the data out of the facility.

              I did.

              But, Jesus, James, it's probably bullshit anyway.

              It can't be real. It was a test.

              They couldn't take the risk. Nothing was real!

              You are a traitor, a double agent.

              I followed you. Zack had your note.

              Zack is working with me. Zack is ClA.

              Zack is dead!


              James, Zack is ClA. He's --

              He fired on me.

              I shot him.


              I killed him.

              Look, I am on a ClA-sanctioned mission.


              Layla, I didn't wash out of the farm.

              I'm the N-O-C. I'm the NOC.

              No, Zack was. Zack was the NOC.

              No, this is a sanctioned mission. I received...


              ...orders from my control.


              Layla, go. Get out of here.

              James, please, just -- just listen to me, okay?

              Just keep the gun on me.

              Just keep it on there, okay?

              And give me your free hand.

              Just give it to me, please.

              Okay? Just feel my pulse, okay?

              Look at my pupils. See if I'm lying.

              Now, listen, I am not a double.

              I work for the ClA. Zack works for the ClA.

              We are on an agency-sanctioned mission.



              Run far away. Disappear, Layla.

              Disappear, Layla!

              No! James!

              -Hello? -Layla?

              Listen to me -- the program you stole from Langley, it is real.

              -No, it can't be real. -Listen to me.

              This is what I do -- programs, code.

              James, where are you?

              It doesn't matter.

              It doesn't matter.

              I think we started lying to each other

              almost as soon as we met, so, uh...

     there's no real reason to believe any of it was true.

              But I'm gonna anyway, okay?

              -Time's up. -James...


              -All right. -Jeez!

              You better start telling me what the hell is going on.

              Oh, man! My dick's on fire.

              Layla says I'm a double agent!

              -Yeah. -All right, Zack's dead!

              -What the hell is going on? -Calm down.


              Open that glove compartment. I got napkins in there.

              And put away that stupid gun.

              It's only blanks.

              Come on, I'm wet here.

              Come on.

              Start talking.

              Start talking.

              Congratulations. You passed your final test.

              -Test? -These pants are ruined.

              What do you mean, test?

              Everything's a test, remember? Nothing is what it seems.

              Well, what about lce  ? That a test?

              Toss it. Keep it as a souvenir. It's gibberish.

              -No way. No, it's not. -Yeah, yeah.

              The squibs that went off on Zack when you shot him.


              Nothing's real.

              Squibs?! No, I watched him die!

              -You did? -Yes!

              Well, I want you to tell him that,

              'cause we're meeting him in half an hour for drinks.

              You tell him you watched him die.

              I'd like to see his face.

              I'd like to see your face.

              All right?

              Who gave you the gun?

              Who gave you the gun?! Me.

              No one's using real bullets, remember?

              Everything is role-play. Remember?

              Where were you when we were going through all this?

              Put that gun out of my face.

              If you want to point it at me, point it at my chest, will you?

              'Cause they're blanks in there. Just shoot, okay?

              Point it at my chest and go ahead.

              Get it out of your system so l can go home and change my pants.

              Go ahead, shoot. Fire.

              Just shoot it!

              Pull the trigger. Go ahead, try it.

              Come --



              Let me explain!

              I don't know, uh...

              ...what went wrong.

              You seemed like the perfect recruit.

              I mean, you were smart.

              You were motivated.

              Slayne, some of the others...

              ...thought you tried too hard to please me.

              When you couldn't, you just snapped.

              You know?

              -I tried to help you, James.

              Got you a job at Langley...

              ...after you washed out of the farm.

              But that wasn't good enough for you, was it?

              You got bitter.

              You got angry.

              "ClA is just a bunch of fat, old white guys

              who fell asleep when we needed them most."

              Remember that? I got it on tape.

              You see where this whole thing is going, James?

              Go, go, go!

              You called me.

              You wanted to talk.

              You said you had something to show me.

              Bragged to me about how you were gonna screw the company,

              screw us all.

              You even shot at me in the car -- shot at me.

              And we fought...

              ...and you hit me.


              -Well... -Shit!

              I got my cover.

              You got yours?

              You killed a man, son.

              Killed by your hand.

              You've got no way out but me.

              You're gonna have to negotiate.

              The lce   program isn't real.

              It's a fake!

              Oh, no. It's real.

              Switched it myself.


              Once you're in Langley, you can do anything.

              It's getting it out that's a bitch.

              I could delete it right now.

              Erase it all!

              That's how to play the game, James.

              Your daddy would be proud of you -- that kind of talk.

              All right, that's enough. You stop.

              You don't talk about him. You do not mention his name!

              Oh, sensitive.

              You're a liar, a traitor!

              He was none of those things.

              Well, he wasn't in the ClA. Maybe that's why.

              I mean, now that we're letting it all hang out,

              airing our laundry.


              No. He didn't work for us.

              Bullshit. He did. He worked for the company.

              Yeah. Shell Oil.

              Sorry, kid.

              Dreams die hard.

              So, now what?

              Am I supposed to fall apart? Is that it?

              Hand you over the computer with my desire to please, Burke?

              Well, it's an option.

              Well, here's another option -- shoot me.

              Go ahead.

              Oh, now, you sound like a sore loser to me.

              Don't you appreciate the complexity of this thing?

              James, come on, man. I'm working without a net here.

              And I pulled it off, too.

              I'm clean. You're not.

              I don't want to hurt you. I just want the computer.

              All right, now, where might that be?

              First, tell me why. Why me?

              Oh, why? How? When?

              You're like a bunch of baby birds with your beaks open,

              waiting for me to vomit out answers.

              Why me?!

              I needed a partner. You needed a father.

              What is the principal job of a ClA officer?

              You develop an asset, you work 'em, then you turn 'em.

              I found you. I worked you.

              How much? How much did it cost to buy the great Burke?

              $  million.

              That's cash. This is America.

              Now, are you gonna show me that computer?

              All right?

              Don't make me kill you, son.

              It ain't worth it.

              It's all about the money.

              You think you know me?

              You think you know me, don't you?

              You don't.

              There was a time...

              There's this parish priest, goes up to the pope,

              drops down on his knees,

              starts weeping, asking forgiveness.

              "Holy Father, Holy Father, what am I to do?

              "What am I to do?

              "l do not believe in God anymore.

              What am I to do?"

              You know what the pope said?

              "Fake it."

              I couldn't...fake it... anymore.

              So now I'm gone.

              You get it?

              And so are you if you don't give me the computer.

              Now. Now!

              All right! You want your computer?

              It's over there behind my coat,

              under the stairs.

              It's all yours. Take it.

              Showtime. Went to Langley.

              It's all over. They've heard it all, Burke.

              MAN: Freeze!

              Hold it there!


              will you look at this?

                 years, I'm finally in the spotlight, right?

              What do you know?

              What do we do now?

              Come get my gun... or you just want to hang me?

              Hang the traitor.

              You ready for that, Slayne?

              Oh, I hear you.

              "Why'd you sell us out, Burke?"

              I sold you out.

              No way!

              Jesus Christ.

                 years neck-deep in shit!

              Sell you out?

              Did I do my job?

              I ask you -- you do your job?

              I hand you the target.

              I tell you who and where.

              What do you do?

              All you got to do is act.

              What do you do?

              Do you do your job? No!

              I'm obsolete!

              I'm irrelevant!

              Me! Shame on you!

              You yanked me home!

              You shoved me out in the woods!

              -Some lvy League prick... -Jesus Christ.

              who's afraid of having dinner in D.C...

              The target is Burke.

              ...because of street crime is judging my worth,

              shoving me in the fucking...

              Put it down, Walter.

              They came for you.


              The line to the ClA was a fake.

              You never told 'em.


              You did.

              Nothing is what it seems.

              God damn it, Walter.

              You got me.

              Hand in the cookie jar.

              You got to give me one thing.

              I'm a scary judge of talent.

              Here goes nothing.


              -Bye-bye. -No!


              All right. Clayton, you ride with me.

              We're gonna need to debrief you at Langley.


              SLAYNE: Let's go, Clayton.

              You all right, Clayton?


              Forgot to turn your cellphone off.

              That's how we tracked you -- your cellphone.

              I didn't forget.

              I knew she'd do her job.

              Well, I'll remember to team you two up together next time.

              Next time?

              You were born to do this, James.

              It's in your blood.




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