Spy Game Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Spy Game Script

            Inject me first. Show them it's safe.

            You'll feel better in an hour.

            Faster, faster, they're coming...

            He's dead.

            Everyone out.

            Go back and finish the inoculations.

             Did you fix it?  No, not yet!

            You've got ten minutes to fix the electrical.

            Ten minutes, do you hear me?

            You got, maybe, seven minutes.

            This is taking too long...

            I think we found the problem.

            Six minutes.

            Almost got one of the fuses fixed.

            Thirty seconds.

            Get out now.



              Come with me.

              Stop the ambulance now.

              Get out!

              Police! Get out! Okay!


              It's Duncan. What are you doing at home?


              How long does it take you to get to work?

              - Harry, what time is it there? - How long?

              Thirty, forty minutes. Why?

              I'll give you    minutes before I transmit.

              If you want to see the cable before they do, you'd better hustle.

              - Duncan. - What the hell is going on, Harry?

              Read the cable.

              If I'm walking into a shit storm...

              ...I've got to know which way the wind's blowing.

              - Boy Scout is in trouble. - What kind of trouble?

              Where are you calling from?

              Are you in your car? Are you out of your fucking mind?

              He's a big boy. He can take care of himself.

              You call me from secure when you get there.

              Sorry, sir. You'll need to come to the desk with me, please.

              Mr. Muir.

              Duty roster has you checking out tonight. Just a reminder:

              On your way out, we need you to sign out your ID, card key, parking pass.

              It's a date.

              You got a cable from Hong Kong? You check Operations Center?

              I go up there, Nyland will want to collect that $    I owe him from the 'Skins game.

              Come on, Henry. Pull it off the mainframe, will you? My last day.


              Cubans are in the drawer on the left.

              If these walls could talk, huh?

              All this history, I envy you.

              Well, bag your job. You can be just like me.

              No, really. The debt this country owes you guys.

              Are we going to dance with your hand on my ass, or will you make your move?

              You used to run an agent named Bishop.

              - Tom Bishop. Yeah. How is he? - We'd like to take a look at his files.

              You try Records?

              Of course, we have his main files.

              - It was your personals. - What do you want to know?

              We'll have your op reports downloaded in an hour. That should give us all we need.

              For now, I'll just take your files.

              Grab yourself a seat and make yourself comfortable.

              It will take me a while to dig them up.

              Call my office as soon as you have them. ASAP.

              Muir, good luck with the retirement.

              The director sent this down. Actually looks like he signed it himself.

              Harker said I'm supposed to collect all your files on Tom Bishop.

              Finally get to use one of these burn bags.

              Hold this till you hear otherwise.

              You didn't see what I put in there.

              Are we feeling a little paranoid on our last day?

              When did Noah build the Ark, Gladys?

              Before the rain. Before the rain.

              Hey, Billy, you got my $   ?

              Harker said to bring this file. Can you buzz me through?

              No, I can't, sir. I'll make sure he gets it.


              Did you get that Chinese translated?

               As for trade negotiations  in the Far East...

               ... negotiators have been working  with the Chinese in an effort...

               ... to streamline the proceedings, preparing  for the President's trip next week.

               In other world news,  now that the Cold War is finally over...

               ... Berliners are proclaiming a new era,  here where Soviet and American tanks...

               ... faced each other  in the darkest days of the...

              - Is this it? - It's all I could find.

              Packed, misplaced, you know how it is. Moving day and all.

              It's probably mostly up here anyway. Old school, you know?


              Step this way.

              Sit down here, please, Mr. Muir.

              Jesus, Aiken, how long has it been?

              This task force have a name?

              This is a tough one, Troy.

              I'm going to see you later. You got it, Cy.


              - Troy. - Good to see you. Thanks for stopping by.

               For the record, we've been joined  by Nathan Muir, Near East ops.

              We're in the process of dealing with a fairly specific...

              ...international flap.

              We brought you in here as a stopgap. Fill in a few holes for us.

              So, I'm like the little Dutch boy?

              Yeah, we just need you to be a team player on this one, Muir.

              Why is that funny?

              Every time my coach told me that, I knew I was about to get benched.

              Due to the nature of this task force, there will be certain information...

              ...which you don't need to know.

              A week ago, Tom Bishop disappeared in Hong Kong.

              Last night he turned up outside Shanghai. He's been arrested for espionage.

              We're working up a complete profile based on relevant personal histories...

              ...and op records. This has to be handled with kid gloves.

              How long does the President have to claim him?

              - Twenty-four hours. - Starting when?

              As of now, Nathan.

               :   am

              Bishop has been classified as a common criminal...

              ...and will be executed at  :   tomorrow morning, our time.

              What about the press?

              Why not leak it and throw the spotlight on China, and buy us some time?

              We need the press on this like we need a third tit.

              You using the other two?

              We don't want outside influences to limit our options.

              - What was Bishop doing in China? - He was with an operation for Duncan.

              - Was? - Yes.

              Until he took matters into his own hands.

              - Where are they holding him? - I'm sorry, Nathan.

               It would be nice to know  what gaps are filled.

              I've only got    fingers here.

              Guess it's kind of tough timing. A week before the President's road trip.

              You guys afraid there will be a congressional hearing?

              That's why we're transcribing and videotaping, right?

              - Are you gonna want me to testify? - No.

              No? Absolutely not.

              You met Bishop in Vietnam, right?


              Spring of '  .

              Hue had just fallen. Danang would go in a couple of days.

              I had flown in country to get an ARVIN sniper...

               ... who'd been with us  throughout the Phoenix program.

               He was a heavy-hitter named Bihn.

              DANANG: U.S. FIREBASE APRIL '  

              I've got some bad news for you, sir.

              - He's dead. - Dead?

              Just before dawn. Caught a mortar round with his teeth.

              Got anybody else?

              There's a staff sergeant, but he's nowhere near Bihn's    confirmed.

              - How many has he got? - Three kills.

              - Christ, and that's the best you've got? - He's a fine shot, sir.

              - Where is he? - He's right over there.

              In the back? Yeah.

              There is another guy,    kills, but he's at least two days away.

              - Confirm that. - Yes, sir.

              Why is he over there?

              They live separately. Cook their own food. Gook food.

              The smell is awful, sir.

              Not to the enemy.

              - Send him in. - Yes, sir.

              Yes, sir?

              - Bishop? - That's correct, sir.

              - Where are you from? - Hemet, California, sir.

              Here, have a seat.

              You didn't get to be a marksman putting food on your mama's table.

              No, we have a Safeway back home.

              Where did you learn to shoot?

              Boy Scouts, sir.

              - Are you kidding me? - No, sir.

              - When did you get pulled in? - I volunteered, sir.

               He came across as  an idealist. You know, a little attitude.

              Starts out trying to see what he's made of. Ends up disliking the view.

              - Who was the target, Muir? - General Hun Chea.

              - He's Laotian? - Yeah. Unofficial enemy.

              Code name: Red Shirt.

              He's responsible for the western flank of the Saigon offensive.

              - And his name is... - Don't need a name, sir.

              You don't need it or you don't want it?

              Yeah, I'll do it, sir.


               The target will be at a location...

              ...   clicks away, tomorrow morning at     .

               It's a high-powered meet-and-greet  with the Vietcong.

              Will he be alone?

              He sometimes travels with a bit of an entourage.

              "Bit of an entourage"?

              Red Shirt located.

              Do you have in sight? Red Shirt confirmed.

              Niner-eight-zero to gate.

              One-zero-zero-five to table.


               Five miles left.

              Target in sight.

              Bravo Six, Bravo Six. Delta Two. Over.

              - Go, Delta Two. - We have target in sight, but no shot.

              - Say it again? - No shot. Helo's obstructing target. Over.

              NVA doesn't have air support.

              Position in jeopardy. Our position is compromised. Over.

              Say it again. Over.

              We're still a go. We have no go.

              - Clear. - Don't take the shot.

              - See if you can get them back. - Delta Two, Delta Two.


              Come on.

              Delta Two, Bravo Six, over.

              Sorry about your men, Captain.

              You want to make another pass, sir?

              Hold it! Go back again!

              Hell of an ad for the Boy Scouts.

              Did you have a presidential finding authorizing those kills?

              I don't believe we've met.

               Who are you?

               Dr. William Byars.

              National Security Council.

              Was there a finding, Muir?

              We were in a place we weren't supposed to be...

               ... assassinating a general  from a country we weren't at war with.

              We weren't officially at war with North Vietnam either...

              - Is that a no? - Come on, guys. We're on the clock.

              The President admits Bishop is ours, denies he's a spy.

              We put out the fires and negotiate a deal.

              Unless I'm missing something.

              This'll just take a second.

               Stop recording. Stop tape.

              Your secretary's got your wife on the line. She says it's urgent.

              Go ahead. You want to take it outside?

               No, I'll take it in here. That's fine.

              - Hello. - Got your message.

              - You want me to start a fire yet?  - Right.

              This'll just take a second. Right.

               Tell you what.  Why don't you hold that reservation...

               ... and we may still be able to use it.

              You might just. As we speak...

              ...there are three guys rummaging through everything I spent a week packing.


              If there were any instances of personal dysfunction...

              ...emotional or psychological, it could be helpful.

              It's insubstantial. Right.


              Yeah, as a presidential finding is of no real importance.

              - You still there? - Yeah.

              So he was an assassin, recruited to kill.

               Sounds good. Bye-bye.

              Sorry. Wife's planning a retirement dinner.


              I think I just figured it out.

              - The Bishop files. - Where?

              - My office. Closet. It'll just take a second. - I'll send a security officer down.

              You guys have better things to do than to rummage through my office.

              Right, Chuck?

              He's on his way down.

              You were right.

              It rained.

              What about these?

              Burn them.

              - What is this about? - Money.

              Free trade. Microchips. Toaster ovens.

              And what does that have to do with you?


              Get me Digger Gibson's number.


              Agency's looking for a reason to let the Chinese kill Tom Bishop.

                :   pm

              What Operation are you working for?

              What's your connection with the prisoner?

              Who hired you?


              They shut down my secure line. Last day and all. Can I use yours?

              - Well... - Thanks.

              I'm sorry, it's classified. Do you mind?


              I said nothing there. It's not in English?

              It's not in English, either. This fax just came in.

              So, sir, you and Muir came up together, right?

              How well do you know him?

              - No one knows Nathan, not really. - Do you trust him?

              - He's a man who got the job done. - Is he on the job now?

              Office of Security, Hong Kong.

              At  :   this morning, a call originated from station to Muir's home.

              - He knew about Bishop before he got here? - He played dumb. This is Harker.

              I need confirmation on all calls in and out of Nathan Muir's office.

              Gee, I'm hungry.

              Hong Kong Herald. Digger Gibson, please.

               One moment, sir.

               Hello. Gibby, old boy.

              Nathan! To what do I owe this honor?

              You still have contacts at CNN? I got something for you.

              Talk to me.

              How about, "CIA operative caught in the act of espionage"?

              - Can you get that on the air?  - That won't be easy.

              Come on, Gibby.

              That's never stopped you before.

              - Give me    minutes. - Yeah.

              I remember seeing something about Bishop in my South American box...

              ...but it wasn't there. Those op files downloaded yet?

              Let's go with this. Bishop's recruitment.

              Yeah. Well, back then, recruitment took time.

              Bishop was evacuated with the last of them on April   .

               That gave me  a month to do my homework.

               I talked to his neighbors,  his teachers, his mom...


              I pulled his dad's record from the Pentagon.

              And then started to move some pieces around the board.

              And my plan was to isolate and alienate.

              WEST GERMANY     

               I had his C.O. give him menial duties...

               ... with non-English speaking personnel.

               And I kept him in limbo  about even the possibility of going home.

              And then I watched and waited.

              This consignment is a misdirect. It needs to go to the military H.Q. in Mannheim.

              You understand?

              I don't understand you.


               Then, in December...

              ...when I didn't think he could take anymore...

              ...I made the move.

              There she is!


              Sorry, sir. It's Bishop. Sergeant Bishop.

              - Oh, Christ. Of course! - Hi.

              Hi. This is Tom Bishop.

              - It's Tom, right? - Yes, sir. Tom, sir.

              How are you?

              - Sandy? - My second wife.

              Second wife?

              He asked what I was doing in Berlin, and I said I was a military liaison of sorts.

              - It's good to hear an American voice again. - I'll bet.

              - What are you doing for Christmas? - No plans.

              Good to see you.

              - Central Intelligence? - Train you as an agent.

              You'd be working for me, mostly undercover.

              - In Europe? - Wherever the action is.

              - And what if I preferred just to go home? - That's okay. It's fine.

              I can make arrangements for you to end your tour in San Diego.

               In which case, I'll presume you'll forget  we ever had this conversation.

              Look, it's your choice.

              The next day, we started his tradecraft.

              Technology gets better every day, and that's fine.

              But most of the time, all you need is a stick of gum, a pocketknife and a smile.

              That's disappointing.  Guten Morgen.

              Today we're going to be discussing a radio set.

              Not just any radio set, but a Russian radio set.

              Every building, every room, every situation is a snapshot.

              I'm sitting here talking to you, I'm also checking the room, memorizing it.

              The people, what they're wearing. Then I ask:

               "What's wrong with this picture?"  "Anything suspect?"

              You got to see it, assess it, and then dismiss most of it without thinking.

              Without thinking? Like breathing.

              You breathe, don't you?

              Always carry cigarettes and a lighter. It's a great icebreaker.

               Einen Kaffee, bitte.  Zwei.

              Listen, but I want your concentration...

              ...to be on something different, anything, so you don't react. Understand?


              So, when do I get my first assignment?

              When I decide you're ready.

              - What is your name? - Michael Sandville.

              The suit in the kitchen.


              Wait, how'd you see that?

              See that apartment building?

              Yeah. Know anyone who lives there?


              Within five minutes, I want to see you standing on one of those balconies.

              Come on.

              - Did you serve in Vietnam? - No, I did not.

              Favorite color?

              - Why don't we discuss it over coffee? - You just lost    seconds.

              Solicit information from someone.


               Entschuldigen Sie bitte.

              Guy reading the menu. Don't look at him.

              He wasn't reading the menu. He's not reading at all. Threat?

              Only to the hostess.

              You gave four pieces of personal information...

              ...for one dubious, impersonal fact.

              Just finding out where she got that dress.

              Where you from? When's your birthday?

              You know everything about me. I don't know a thing about you.

              What did you tell her? You're straight. You're engaged.

              Tomorrow is your girl's birthday, and you have no taste in women's fashion.

              What if she were an asset?

              You told her four lies that now have to be true.


               Was ist das?

               Haben Sie da einen anderen? Ja.  Wir haben einen besseren.

              - I thought spies drank martinis. - Scotch. Never less than    years old.

              Is that right?

              - Agency rules? - My rules.

              So, what else? What else do I need to know?

              Put away some money so you can die someplace warm.

              And don't ever touch it. Not for anyone, ever.


              Is that it?

              Don't ever risk your life or your career for an asset.

              If it comes down to you or them, send flowers.

              He was a natural.

               He could take  an East German just over the wall...

               ... look him in the eye,  and ask him to go back...

              ...to the place he'd just fled and spy for us.

               Sie haben eine Familie  da drüben gelassen, ja?

               He got so good,  he could close in an afternoon...

               ... and send the guy out with a smile.

              Let me get this straight. You allowed a contract agent to develop assets?

              He was that good. I thought he'd be a fine case officer.

              Let's get on with it. I'd like to hear what you can offer about Operation Rodeo.

              - "Rodeo"? - The Cathcart affair?

              The director wants to see you in the anteroom.

              Hold transcription. Hold tape. I'll be right back.

              This would go a lot faster if you'd tell me something about the op.

              What's it called? "Sideshow"?

              What about it?

              - How did you come by this information? - Just stuff we learn in the field.

              Sorry about that. Okay, where were we?

              I think we were talking about Operation Rodeo.

              Right, Chuck?

              You're on.

              My East German contacts...

               ... discovered that we had  an unidentified mole in the embassy.

               And we had the Ambassador  in our cross hairs...

              ...until some information leaked when he was out the country.

               So that just left one possibility.

              - Ann! - Hello.

              Ann Cathcart. Yeah.

              Bishop was involved in a small but integral part of the operation...

               ... going east to bring across an  East German functionary named Schmidt.

              - Ready? - Yeah.


              Your passport is in the glove box. Spill some vodka on your coat.

              If they stop us, don't say a word. Remember, you're drunk.

              And where is Mrs. Muir?

              Patricia left me, Ann. She filed for divorce.

              I'm so sorry, Nathan. How is it I always say the wrong things?


              Yeah, my third wife.

              My God, how many wives have you had?


              You want to hear about them or Bishop?

              You see that gentleman? Yeah.

              He's the Ambassador.

              - Why don't you go and say hello to him? - Okay.

              - Your scotch is older than she is. - Am I supposed to feel bad about that?

              They know. They have my family already. I know it.

              If they knew, they would've stopped us by now.

              Tomorrow, your wife and kids will be safe in Munich.

              - I have to make a stop. - What?

              A scheduled stop. It's okay. For a phone call.

              They'll follow you. They'll hear you!

              Frederick, it's all taken care of. If they ask, tell them I got sick.

              Why don't we go outside? I'm sure we won't be missed.

              I wish I could.

              - I have to stay near the phone. - Working on a Saturday night?

              Are you bringing someone across?


              - Vodka did me in, I'm coming home.  - Throw out the bottle.

              - Repeat?  - Throw out the bottle.

              They know.

              They don't fucking know.

              They'll be waiting. Drop close to checkpoint.

              - Negative. We're coming across. - No! That's an order.

              They are coming.

              - You have to let him go. - They will kill him!

              Good evening.

              Where is he?

              Let's go... just a couple of drunks.

              Change of plans, Frederick.


              You will drive me across, just as you said.

              If I do that, they'll kill us both. This way we still have a chance.

              You liar. This way you still have a chance.

              I can't help you.

              - Get out of the car. - I will not get out of this car.

              - Get out of the car! - I will not get out!

              Get out! No!

              Get out!

              Please. My wife. My children.

              I can't help you.

              Nathan, what happened? What went wrong?

              - Nothing. - Nothing?

              Actually, one thing.

              Don't ever question me again. Ever.

              - What? - I give an order, you take it.

              Don't ask why.

               Those    seconds on the phone  could have blown the op.

              - The op was bringing Schmidt across. - It was to set up Cathcart.

              And your end had to look legit.

              - Are you telling me Schmidt was bait? - Yes.

              Nathan, they executed him on a shitty cellar floor!

              And it could have been you. About Schmidt...

              ...he told the Russians last week he had a contact.

              - An American he could use. - Don't tell me that!

              You didn't look in his eye! He was an asset.

              Don't tell me that!

              He was your asset. Somebody you used for information.

              Jesus Christ!

              You don't trade these people like baseball cards!

              It's not a fucking game! Yes, it is.

               That's exactly what it is.

              It's no kid's game, either, but a whole other game.

              And it's serious, and it's dangerous, and it's not one you want to lose.

              Nathan, we killed this man.

              We used him, and we killed him.

              Okay, help me understand this one.

              Nathan, what are we doing here?

              - Don't bullshit me about the greater good. - That's exactly what it's about.

              Because what we do is, unfortunately, very necessary.

              If you can't sacrifice scum like Schmidt for those that only want their freedom...

              ...then you better take a hard look at your chosen profession.

              It doesn't get any easier.

              - Why... - You want to walk?

              If you want to walk...


              You should've told me about the op.

              You used me.

              I did. Listen to this, because this is important.

              If you'd pulled a stunt there and got nabbed, I wouldn't come after you.

              You go off the reservation, I will not come after you.

              Fuck your rules, Nathan. Okay.

              But tonight they saved your life.

              Can we have the relevant files on Ann Cathcart, please?

              Ann Cathcart's body was found...

               ... in the lobby of a cheap hotel  in East Germany...

              ...just two months after she defected.


              Beaten to death. VoPos never solved the case.

              - Bishop was in Berlin when this happened. - We were both in Berlin.

              Do you recall Bishop's reaction to Ann Cathcart's death?

              Motive and opportunity.

              Nathan, you should leave here...

              ...knowing that we're looking into every possible scenario.

              What's Sideshow?

              You don't need to know.

              Why are you trying to burn Bishop?


              Hold transcription. Hold video.

              Sideshow was a bugging op.

              Listening to government offices in eastern China.

              The trade talks?

              You're afraid the lid to the cookie jar is gonna shut on our hand?

              Come on, guys.

              The Chinese need trade status more than we need to give it.

              That's not necessarily so.

              Twenty-four hours after capture, Bishop is allowed to start talking.

              That gives you       hours to make a trade.

              Now, come on, you're on the clock.

               :   pm EXECUTION  :   am

              He doesn't know anything.

              Bishop wasn't on Sideshow.

              He wasn't working for us.

              He was arrested during a rescue attempt at a prison outside Su Chou.

              Who was he after?

              Don't know.

              Get off me!

               For more on this late-breaking  story, we go live to Hong Kong.

               It's just been confirmed  that the Chinese claim to have arrested...

               ... an American operative of the CIA.

               While the State Department remains quiet,  sources say that...

               ... the individual, working out  of the American consulate here...

               ... was captured in an act of espionage.

               If confirmed, this comes at a bad time  for an administration...

               ... which is in trade negotiations with China.

               The U.S. Government is in the process  of negotiating for his release.

              We are so fucked.

               ... abreast of the situation as it develops.  This is Frank Nall, live in Hong Kong.

              Guess that limits our options.

               I want to know what you have to say  about this, and I want it on the record.

               When I was a kid, I used to spend summers  on my uncle's farm.

              He had this plow horse that he used to work with every day.

              And he really loved that plow horse.

              One summer, she came up lame.

              Could barely stand.

              The vet offered to put her down.

              You know what my uncle said?

              No, Muir, what did he say?

              He said, "Why would I ask somebody else to kill a horse that belonged to me?"

              Get me Peter Brody at the FCC. I don't care, just get him.

              Looks like Bishop's gonna be okay.


              - What about the flag? - Keep it. Something to remember me by.

              - You know where to store this stuff, right? - Yeah.

              What do I do with the storage key?

              If I need it, I'll send for it. Send you a postcard.

              From where? Not a chance.

              You'd show up and try to clean the place, and scare the native girls away.

              I wish.

              I'll be working for Andy Unger down the hall.

              You're gonna miss it.

              You know that, don't you?

              Thank you.

              Have a nice day. Thank you.

              Thank you.

               More on this late-breaking story,  we go live to Hong Kong.

               In a late-breaking development  of the incident reported earlier...

               ... rumors that Tom Bishop,  an alleged CIA operative...

               ... had been captured  in an act of espionage...

               ... now appears to be a hoax.  Tom Bishop died    months ago.

               While the CIA  has made no official comment...

               ... sources close to the Agency have  confirmed Bishop's death late last year.

               The story is attributed to an overzealous  member of the Chinese government...

               ... who leaked the false information...

               ... in the hopes of undermining  the current U.S. Trade negotiations.

               This is Frank Nall, live in Hong Kong.

              Mr. Muir?

               :   pm

              Told you, you'd miss it.

              - Who do you trust in Military Intelligence? - I co-signed Martha Rayburn's car loan.

              Listen, Gladys, I got to buy some time here.

              I'm gonna need the imagery analysis for a military prison near Su Chou.

              And if you use the phones, don't use these.

              Any chance I could lose my job over this?

              Good. I didn't want to work for Andy Unger anyway.

              I know who it is.

              I know who Bishop was after.

              - Well, so do we. - But do you know why?

              If anybody knew the back-story, it would...

              It would make a congressional hearing really worth watching.

              And, by the way, that's not in the op reports.

              Muir, you're not cleared to be in here.

              Relax, if I didn't have clearance, how did I get in?

              Where's this report?

              The people on the seventh floor are pretty disappointed...

              ...it hasn't arrived yet.

              Hold on.

              What report?

              You were at the briefing. I'm talking about Tom Bishop.

              Bishop went rogue.

              They were gonna pull him out until somebody up there...

              ...I won't say who, said that your department...

              ...claimed there weren't enough resources. - Who said that?

              I can buy some time while you pull this thing together.

              Operation Sideshow, that's near the prison, right?

               Near Su Chou.

              China. Come on.

              Any air support?

              Shit, this is probably Folger.


              Penghu Islands.

              Commander Wiley's outfit.

              Forty minutes from Su Chou prison.

              Thank you.

              Hey, I'm having a little retirement dinner party tonight.

              - Services library. Say,  :  ? - Sure.

              You know, I didn't know you liked me.

              - What was that all about? - What?

              - What did Muir want? - We were just talking.

              - What about? - His party.

              I don't think you're invited.


              - Hello. - It's me.

              - Where are you? - First floor coffee shop.

              Talk to me.

              Imagery Analysis.

              They've got every angle on the prison you could want, collecting dust.

              Gladys, get me whatever they have.

              - I'll have to go through Folger's office. - I'm aware of that.

              I need info on an outfit of ours in the Penghu Islands.

              Commander Wiley's outfit.


              Muir, wait up!

              And call Kappler in the map room. Tell him my party's canceled.

              Your party?

              - We need you upstairs a bit longer. - What's that?

              I said we're gonna need you upstairs a bit longer.

              You've got something in your teeth.

              Harker says you might care to enlighten us on information...

              ...that's not in your op reports?

              I just want to help out.

              Is it relevant to the issue at hand?

              I know who Bishop was after.

              Elizabeth Hadley.

              Pull up what we have on Hadley.

              Yeah, it was a tip-of-the-sword deal out of Beirut.

              Intended to be clean and efficient in a place that was anything but.

              By '   the place was a nightmare.

              BEIRUT '  

               ... surrounding areas  in a new round of bitter fighting.

              Sheik Salameh was our target.

               He ran a large terrorist faction  that had taken out...

              ...many American targets, at least one of the embassy bombings...

               ... that left     people dead,  mostly civilians.

               An assassination was not an option.

               He needed to appear to die  of natural causes...

               ... to avoid violent repercussions  and even more bloodshed.

               His base of operations was Cyprus.

              We knew that he was extremely dangerous and paranoid.

               He was planning a trip to Beirut  to see the family doctor.

              I sent Bishop in a couple of months ahead of me to make contacts...

               ... and get within striking distance  of the sheik.

               I set him up at the Commodore.

               You know, where all the flacks  and the expatriates stayed.

              His cover was as a photojournalist.

               He was talented. Had a good eye.

               Probably had a photography merit badge  stuffed in a drawer at home.

               It wasn't that much different  from Nam, actually.

               So it wasn't long  before he was right at home.

               It took him seven weeks...

               ... but Bishop found a way  to get to the sheik.

              - Hi. - Hi.


               Parlez-vous français? No.

              Yeah, tobacco, see, cigarettes.

              It's for the children, for God's sake!

              Turn it off!


              Okay, calm down. Calm down! Come on, quiet, guys.

               Bishop delivered a consignment  of medical supplies to the refugee camp.

               He'd negotiated a deal with a new contact  in order to get closer to the sheik's doctor.

              Take the antibiotics and morphine straight into the hospital.

              The rest of the stuff, the hypos, bandages, the works, take it into storage, okay?


              - Hey, what happened to the kid over here? - He was trying to take The Hill.

              It's in the north end of the camp.

              If they make it, they're in a safe zone...

               ... where they can get  medical supplies and food.

              Of course, they've got to make it back.

              There we go, honey.

              - Hi. - Hi.

              I'd like to come back and do a story on the doc.

              - I could get something published for you. - For me?

              - Let the world know what's going on here. - I don't know, Terry.

              Maybe we can work something out.

              Bishop did a "day in the life" spread on the doctor that got printed in the "Times".

              Won't you look at it?

               So with that relationship intact,  things looked good.

              It's good.

              Then again, this was Beirut.

              We didn't know when the doctor would give the sheik his physical...

               ... but it was our one and only opportunity  to take him out.

              I didn't have the usual time to butter him up...

              ...which means we needed twice the sex with half the foreplay.

              Hello?  Muir has arrived.

               Can you get over here soon?

              Right. Okay.

               - Good. - All right.

              What's wrong?

              Israeli troops moving in to the Bekáa Valley.

              Where in the Bekáa?

              South end.

              My God, it's  :  . With the roadblocks, you won't get there till noon.

              Yeah, so the shots won't be so pretty.

              All right, I'm up. What's so important?

              It's a new day.

              - It's far too early, you psycho. What is it? - The Sheik Ali Salameh.

              He's moving.

              How? Speedboat from Cyprus.

               He's booked the top floor of the Nebaa apartments for two weeks.

                My God, you're hideous. Why do you even bother?

                I missed you, too.

                You want flowers at  :   a.m.?

                Flowers would be nice, but I'll settle for breakfast.

                I got a good spot.

                - Yeah? - Taught the guy to make migas.

                - Migas? - Yeah.

                A Mexican restaurant in Beirut? I'm impressed.

                Suddenly, Mexican doesn't sound so good to me.

                Better be the best damn breakfast I ever had.

                Delicious. You'll love it. We have to get to the end of the alley.

                You're gonna make a beautiful corpse.

                Happy birthday, Nathan.

                You know, Langley has seven different birth dates for you?

                - They're all wrong. - Believe me, it wasn't easy.

                KGB, Mossad, also wrong. Fortunately, I was well-trained.

                Tom, I'm speechless.

                - Where the hell do you find this in Beirut? - Beirut?

                Diplomatic pouch, overnight from London. Got a new racket going on here.

                - Operation Dinner Out. - "Dinner Out"?

                Dinner Out. I'll remember that.

                Here we go.

                How we doing? The sheik's due for a physical.

                I made contact with his doctor, who's also his cousin.

                Sounds right.

                The doctor's name is Ahmad. He works in a refugee camp south of town.

                I got to him through an aid worker.

                - Blonde or brunette? - I didn't say he was a she.

                Is she cute?

                Just someone I used to get into the camp.

                - She gonna be any further use to us? - Not to "us".

                Another piece of nasty business.

                Langley wants a backup.


                They want me to liaise with the Lebanese militia, just in case.

                Nathan, those guys are cowboys. No. Not an option.

                All the more reason to make sure we do it our way.

                - You're    minutes late. - Nathan, we're okay. I just got hung up.

                We got zero room for error here. You're right.

                You're right. Won't happen again.


                - Good to see you. - How are you, sir?

                Great, thanks.

                I have a friend you'd be interested in speaking with.

                You good on time? Okay.


                - How are you? - Fine, thanks. May I?


                It's official business.

                I'm afraid a bit unpleasant, but something I think you ought to see.

                The doctor's father had been a politician, a diplomat of some note...

                 ... and he and his wife had died  a couple of years back...

                 ... from CO  asphyxiation.

                We have reason to believe that the death of your parents was not accidental.

                Are you saying they were murdered?

                We know who did it.

                I wanted to give you a chance, if you want it, to do something about this.

                Something I think would serve both of our interests.

                I'm sorry.

                 It's like he wanted me to know.

                 What I did know was  that if we weren't careful...

                 ... she was gonna cause the whole thing  to come crashing down around us.

                Good, yeah.

                He's been with her every night.


                What's wrong? Nothing.

                Excuse me, sir?

                You see the gentleman at the bar?

                Would you get him a double of your cheapest scotch?

                Thank you.

                Who is it?

                He works at the embassy. He helped me out with a passport problem.

                Excuse me. The gentleman here offered you a scotch.

                Here he comes.

                Good guy. A really good guy. All right.

                - Terry? It's Terry, right? - That's right.

                Good to see you again, Nathan.

                I was saying how you helped me with that passport problem.

                Elizabeth Hadley, Nathan Muir.

                Pleased to meet you. Nice to meet you.

                You probably don't know he mentioned you at the embassy.

                He said he'd met a beautiful girl and wanted to extend his stay.

                - That's got to be you, right? - Well, you never know.

                - You want to join us? - Maybe just for a minute.

                I don't want to be a third wheel.

                - What brings you to this part of the world? - I'm with an international aid organization.

                How do you keep track of it all?

                "It all"?

                I haven't been here that long, but it seems nobody trusts anybody.

                Seventeen sects all claiming their birthright here.

                - Do you have a favorite? - Our organization is neutral.

                God, that must be nice. Being neutral.

                Never having to take sides. Sleeping like a baby.

                - That's a simplistic way to look... - Don't defend me.


                No, she's right. So how do you sleep, Elizabeth?

                Actually, I don't. It's the shelling. I can't quite get used to it, you know.

                All night. Well, it's more effective that way.

                Families at home, greater chance of casualties. Good business.

                Then quite a lot of these shells seem to come from the sea, from warships.

                Funny. Now that I think about it.

                The bombs, guns, bullets, tanks, they all come from somewhere else, too.

                China, Syria, Iraq, Iran, the U.S.

                This place is like    Flavors. Something for everyone.

                Bad day at the office, Nathan?

                You're right. I apologize.

                You're kind enough to invite me to your table...

                ...and I start talking politics off the bat.

                I guess that's the curse of the job. Must be.

                So, Elizabeth, do you miss London?

                It must be tough not being able to return.

                - That doesn't concern you. - What are you saying?

                I don't know if she's mentioned that she's not welcome at home.

                 Her parents won't talk to her, her brother  and two sisters think she's crazy.

                She's a fanatic.

                - Stop it. - This is ridiculous.

                - You just met this guy, right? - Stop it!

                No, please don't. Please stay with your friend.


                - What are you doing? - What you should have done.

                Your homework.

                - Nathan, she set us up with Ahmad. - Yeah? So she's just an asset?

                Did it ever occur to you she might see you as an asset?

                Yes, it did, and I'm telling you, you're wrong.

                How did you two meet?

                Did you mark her, or was it the other way around?

                - Did she get you to do her any favors? - Nathan, you're out of line.

                Drop it. It's under control.

                How about him?

                 Rajiq Nabih.  You got him under control? Hezbollah.

                She uses him to finance her camp, and he uses her for God knows what.

                Now tell me I'm wrong, Tom.

                Tell me you knew about him.

                I don't know what the fuck you're doing.

                My personal life is my business. You stay out of it!

                Like heck.

                Sure, "Terry", I'll stay out of your personal life.

                 Taxi, s'il vous plaît.  Oui, madame.

                Am I getting played here?

                - Jesus, you're such a... - Am I getting played?

                - You accuse me of lying to you? - What is it?

                Do you want the truth?

                Well, fine. I'm a fixer. A fanatic. How do you think I move so freely?

                I make deals, provide introductions...

                ...anything to help the people that I work with.

                And as much as I'd like to deny it, sometimes, most times...

                ...those introductions have consequences.

                Why can't you go home?

                Why can't you go home?

                - Why? - I...

                - Why? - I was involved...

                ...with a human rights group in London.

                We bombed a building owned by China. It was supposed to be empty. It wasn't.

                 And I have to live with that.

                Fine. That's me. What about you?

                - You can start small. Your name. - You know my name.

                - Your name. - Terry.

                Tell me your real name, please.

                - Terry. - Jesus, you're pathetic.

                 She had worked both ends  against the middle for so long...

                 ... the middle decided to give up  and go home.

                The Chinese, of course, had serious problems with her.

                A lot of little ones, one big one.

                The London bombings killed the premier's nephew.

                - They don't forget that kind of thing. - How well did you know Hadley?

                Our paths crossed. That's about it.

                - What was Bishop's reaction to all this? - Didn't bring it up.

                So, neither did I.

                I'm gonna try to get us some work in South America.

                You ever been to Argentina?

                - You okay? - Yes, I am okay.


                Half a drop of this on the skin, he'll be dead in    hours.

                You will use this stethoscope.

                You will take the cap off, hold it to his chest to check his heart...

                ...then place the cap back on. Don't brush against it.

                - Got it? - Yeah.

                That's it.

                Tell me. Is it hard?

                Is what hard?

                To take a life?


                The sheik wants me to come at noon...

                ...on Friday.

                Which was just four, long days away.

                 Intelligence showed us  that he was planning a major attack...

                 ... on the civilian sector of West Beirut.

                 We were on the clock,  and we knew this was our only chance.

                 It was imperative  that everything went according to plan.

                 Bishop baby-sat the doctor...

                 ... and the rest of us tried not to watch  the water boil.

                 And, to satisfy Langley,  I met with the Lebanese militia...

                ...who were more than just a little excited about even the possibility...

                ...of putting their bomb squad into action against the sheik...

                 ... in case the plan with the doctor failed.

                 Monsieur, bonjour.

                 The militia was purely a backup.  Not a real option.

                 And then there was the waiting.  That's the worst part.

                 Gives you too much time  to consider, "What if?"

                My name is Tom.

                And then on Thursday...

                 ... the day before the sheik's physical...

                 ... the Druze and the Party of God  started a street war in South Beirut.

                 The sheik got antsy,  and the water boiled over.

                - Tom Bishop on the phone. - Yeah?

                The sheik wants him there within the hour.

                - Here we go. - Nathan, the doc is not with me.

                Where is he?

                The Amal retaliated, shelling the Palestinian camp.

                - You let him go? - Nathan!

                - You let her take him? - I'm on my way now.

                The Lebanese militia isn't an option.

                If the sheik gets away, we're dead in the water.

                No, I can get him there! Just trust me.

                Get out of the way!

                Ahmad, it's time. I'm sorry, we've got to go now.

                Fuck! Move!


                - It's Muir. Where are we? - Looks like they're packing up to go.


                - And? - Could be an hour, could be    minutes.

                Get out of the way! Ahmad! Go! Move!

                Get out of the way!


                Repeat...     . Okay.

                Okay, good luck, Ahmad.

                - Ahmad, we got to go. You okay? - Yes.

                Thank you.

                The destruction was more extensive than anyone anticipated.

                Our Lebanese friends were insecure about this being their first big mission.

                 So they packed the car with enough  Semtex to blow up half of Beirut.

                 It was a tough deal,  but I figured Bishop could handle it.

                I didn't see him until a week later...

                ...when we were scheduled to fly out of there to Karachi.

                 That was the last time I saw him.


                   casualties, an entire apartment block leveled...

                ...one dead terrorist. Yeah, happy.

                We have some fucked-up barometer for success, don't we?

                Let's take a walk.

                I'm not going with you.

                I hooked up with another op.

                Probably for the best.

                Is this about her?


                Make sure you're doing it for the right reasons, Tom.

                Yeah, I'm done with your reasons, Nathan. I'm done with you.

                I'm not ending up like you.

                Good luck.

                Good luck.



                I'm on my way.

                I'm going to brief the White House. We'll finish this up at      tomorrow.

                - The files you requested, sir. - Thank you.

                Wait! You can't go in there!

                I'll get back to you.

                It's all right.

                You can't do this.

                - I'm due at the White House. - He's one of ours.


                Do you remember when we could tell the good guys from the bad guys?

                All this...

                ...was about something, wasn't it?


                 :   pm

                Yeah, yeah.

                - Forgot my smokes. - I'll get them, sir.

                You're aware this is now a non-smoking facility, sir?

                Feels good to break a rule now and then.

                LONDON: STOCK EXCHANGE

                - Good morning. Thomas Quinn. - Mitch Alford, please.

                 - Nathan Muir. - One moment, please.

                Mitch, I got Nathan Muir on the line. Do you want to take it? Thanks.

                Hey, Nathan, what can I do for you?

                Who's this?

                - She was his wife. - This guy and his fucking wives.

                She stayed in Korea while he did two tours in South America.

                His second op with Harry Duncan was real sensitive shit.

                Muir worked with Duncan? Bishop worked for both of them.

                Liquidate everything, Mitch. Stocks, T-bills, money markets, the works.

                Let's discuss it.  No, I don't care about penalties.

                I want access to it now.

                - Nathan, "save for a rainy day" and all that. - I know what I'm doing.

                Wire-transfer the balance to this account:

                  - - - - - - - - - .

                First Maritime of Grand Cayman.

                - Grand Cayman? - That's it. Thanks, Mitch.

                 :   pm

                This is Harker.

                Find out if there were any calls made to Hong Kong since this morning.

                The whole building.

                - Hi. - Hi there.

                I mislaid my pass.

                - I'll look upstairs. - No problem.

                Get a load of this.


                He consolidated his international trading account.

                He did what?

                Sent them to a bank in Grand Cayman.

                - Get me his account balance. - Right.

                U.S. EMBASSY HONG KONG

                - Yeah? - Harry? It's Muir.

                Here's the list of the Hong Kong calls you requested.


                That's his cell phone.

                 Hong Kong Herald.

                That's Andrew Unger's fucking office.

                You still have contact with that official at the power company?

                - Yeah. Yeah, Deng. Why? - Yeah, this is Harker.

                I'll hold.

                Where can I fax you that's under the radar?

                 Kowloon Marriott.

                Look, what the hell's going on here, Muir?

                - You got to trust me on this, Harry. - And why should I trust you?

                You recommended Boy Scout to me in the first place.

                Call me on my cell.


                What's going on, Unger?

                I'm looking for my badge. I don't understand. It's always...

                  :   pm

                Where's Muir? He's gone for the day, sir.


                How much longer?

                Print them out and send them up.

                Yeah.  What now?

                Did you get my fax?

                Yes. I see an op requiring three months of prep.

                Bishop prepped it before he piggybacked Sideshow.

                So, what, we gonna ask him for help? He's gonna be dead in six hours.

                He's got a friend on the inside. Check the roster for Sideshow.

                Well, I'll be damned.

                - Tran. - He's got all the schematics for the prison.

                So what do we need Deng for?

                Thirty minutes to complete blackout at Su Chou.

                 - And, Harry? - Yeah.

                Get me bottom dollar.

                 :   am


                KOWLOON, HONG KONG

                Deng wants        yuan for the power-out in Su Chou.

                 No way.

                Tell him $   K, and I'll pay in dollars.

                $       U.S. dollars?

                No way. That's not enough.

                $       U.S.

                Well, he won't risk it for less than $       but he will take dollars.

                Five years ago, it would have cost $     .

                Five years ago...

                 ... Deng wouldn't have had  to bribe ten employees, two supervisors...

                ...a local politician, all of whom stand to lose their lives if they get caught.

                Come on, Muir, it's not like it was your money.

                Tell him $       in a Grand Cayman account, and that's it.

                $      ?

                Okay, it's a deal.

                Okay, it's a done deal.

                Good morning, Gladys. If the wife calls, tell her I'll be upstairs.

                I have a very... He's retiring today.

                Good morning, gentlemen.

                - Director Wilson. - Good morning.

                Have a seat.

                I found some extra stuff on Bishop.

                 :   am

                I don't think it's relevant, but if you want to see it...

                Harker, you want to go ahead?

                There are a couple of things that need to be cleared up.

                About Bishop? No, about you, Muir.

                About the past    hours.

                Mr. Muir has been working against us from the start.

                What are you talking about? I've done nothing but cooperate.


                Have I withheld anything?

                The fact that Harry Duncan tipped you off to Bishop's situation...

                ...before you even arrived yesterday.

                Yet you chose to play dumb with us. Why?

                Then maybe you'd like to tell us about the calls you placed to Duncan...

                ...from Andrew Unger's office last night.

                - Harry Duncan's a friend. - Aren't they all?

                We discussed a personal matter. Harry Duncan's gone missing.

                Well, good for Harry. He deserves some time away.

                With your $      ?

                Muir transferred that amount to a Grand Cayman account yesterday.

                As of an hour ago, it's gone.

                You want to accuse me of something? Accuse me.

                Maybe the payoff went to Digby Gibson when you tipped off the press.

                - Troy? - Leave Digger out of this.

                His paper is a front. He's Ml 's man in Hong Kong.

                Anything else, Harker?

                Yes, sir.

                Yesterday, lmagery Analysis delivered a file requested by Muir's secretary...

                ...to your office.

                Did you receive that file, sir?

                I don't remember seeing it.

                It was returned at      this morning.

                All right, give it to me.

                Thank you.

                Is this China?


                I believe it is, sir, and it would behoove Mr. Muir...

                ...to tell us exactly what $       has bought him there.


                It's kind of difficult to explain.

                I think you'd better tell us everything.

                I've been using company resources for personal benefit.

                For the past year, I've been routing one of our satellites...

                ...over some retirement property that I'm thinking about buying.

                What the hell is that? Harker, let me see that.

                Because of the weather patterns and the erosion occurring...

                ...along the coastline of the beaches...

                ...and the fact that it's my life savings...

                ...I just wanted to be sure. Sorry.

                I believe I'll sit in for the rest of this.

                - Aiken, where did you leave off yesterday? - Beirut, sir.

                We still don't know how Hadley wound up in a Chinese prison.

                - Should we go off the record with this, sir? - No, let's just get on with this.

                After the bombing, Hadley was a concern, not only to Middle East ops...

                 ... but to Bishop's life.

                 So, I brokered a trade  with the Chinese government...

                 ... using Hadley in exchange  for a U.S. diplomat convicted of espionage.

                 She was flown to a high-security prison  near Su Chou, eastern China.

                Her place was cleared out and a "Dear John" saying...

                ...they were through was forged and left for Bishop to find.

                It appears you underestimated Bishop's feelings for her.

                Yeah, I underestimated.

                And you took it upon yourself to do this deal, and you were alone in this?

                Yeah. Just me.

                - Muir's secretary is on the phone. - Thank you.

                Your secretary's on the phone. Line  .

                - Yeah? - I've got Commander Wiley.

                Okay, connect us.


                Commander Wiley, sir. Package received. What's the verdict?

                - We're on for tonight. - Roger, sir, I understand.

                - Operation Dinner Out is a go. Confirm? - Correct. Dinner Out is a go.

                Thumbs up!

                "Dinner out is a go"? Hell of a way to speak to your wife.

                Why do you think they keep dumping him?

                 :   am

                - How did Bishop find out where she was? - Couldn't have been too hard.

                Small world, people talk.

                A white face in a Chinese prison stands out.

                He's well-trained.

                I should've known he'd find out.

                - Any other questions? - Yeah, one.

                If you'd known he was going after her, would you have told us?


                SU CHOU PRISON

                Move it! Come on!

                 :   am

                 Do we edit the transcript  or let it stand?

                The Agency can't be responsible for some crazy thing Bishop did on his own.

                I'm sorry about Bishop.

                So am I.

                We done here? Non-disclosure agreement.

                - Aren't you gonna read it? - Read it      times.

                Aiken, would you escort Mr. Muir from the building?

                Dinner with his wife?

                Sir. Why?

                - He said he had four wives. - I'm changing phones.

                There was one in Germany. His first wife was Korean.

                - And Peggy. That's three. - He was only married once.

                 This is "Blackhawk  ".

                We're inbound. Operation Dinner Out accomplished.

                What did you say? Nothing.

                - Just that we're on our way home, sir. - No, operation what?

                Dinner Out, sir.

                Who are the others?

                Here it is. Patricia Lemour, Sandra Harris and Peggy Dye.

                All agents or civilian assets. They were all cover wives.

                And who was he talking to?

                There's been an incident in China.

                Jesus Christ.

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