Mr. Hanssen. Nice to meet you. I'm John.
We've got a spot for you right over here.
(PAGER BEEPING)
Twenty-five years, huh?
That's quite a prideful thing.
This we don't need.
You know something? There's a little too much bounce on your nose.
We don't want that.
Would you be opposed to just the slightest touch of base?
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PHOTOGRAPHER: Very nice. Sit up a bit straighter.
Good. A little bit of a smile. And excellent.
Keep thinking those patriotic thoughts.
And that's good. Little straighter.
Beautiful. Excellent. You're gonna love that one.
Stop.
Mr. Hanssen, we can get another tie.
I don't like being scrutinized.
Hey, I found you.
I was on my way to the range,
so I called your office.
I thought I might finally see if you're the dead shot I've been hearing you are.
Look, maybe some other time, Rich.
I'm not in the mood just now.
Me, neither. Let's take it out on some targets.
Fine.
(GUN FIRING)
RICH: Shameful.
Double or nothing?
(WHISPERING) Wrong pocket.
(DOOR BEEPING) Oh, shit.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now,
and at the hour of our death. Amen.
(KEYS JINGLING)
Oh.
Sorry.
How'd it go?
It didn't.
I don't know why they thought I'd just sit there
while some faggot photographer got his jollies.
I've got work to do.
Should I reschedule it?
No. Mmm-mmm.
(ZIPPERS ZIPPING)
(COMPUTER POWERING UP)
Hey.
Have you been in my briefcase?
No. I just had to move it so it wouldn't get soaked.
The water was everywhere.
Why? Did I put it back wrong?
Sir?
All right, let's go.
Would you like to hear some music, sir?
Yes, I'm in the mood for some Andrews Sisters.
They got any in here?
Not to my knowledge, sir.
I didn't think so.
That's good.
You've got until 5:00. AGENT: Yes, sir.
Clear.
Jesus.
This guy could park at the bottom of the Potomac and come out firing.
MAN: Yes, sir. He just arrived.
Oh, I see. Yes, sir, I understand.
Absolutely.
Yes, sir.
I've got some bad news, Agent Hanssen.
We're gonna have to cut this meeting short.
I don't understand.
That was my superior.
He's called me into an emergency meeting. I'm sorry.
Does he know that I'm here? Yes, sir.
Does he know who I am? I made that clear to him, sir, yes.
He wants me to reschedule at your convenience.
No, thanks. Sir?
This visit was a courtesy. Let's go.
Maybe there's somebody else who can show us around.
Get the car.
Boss, I'm sorry.
I was doing you a favor bringing you along. I know I spoke out of turn.
When somebody takes a shit on you, you don't reschedule.
He wasn't called in to any meeting. It's a power play.
I didn't see it that way.
Well, that's why you're still a clerk.
(ANNOYED) What's he looking for?
(TRUNK DOOR SLAMS) GUARD: Okay.
(SIGHING) Just take me back to the office.
(PHONE RINGING)
Plesac They're on their way back.
Uh-huh.
The meeting only took 20 minutes.
They're on Wilson Boulevard, heading back.
Sew it up.
Sir? We're aborting. Sew it up.
How about that? The Parkway's wide open.
I hate the Parkway. Take E Street.
There's construction on E Street. I heard that on the radio this morning.
So take Constitution.
Sir, I'm SSG. We tail people for a living.
The Parkway's faster.
Is that a fact?
MAN: Let's go, let's go.
I just paged him. Where are we? I'm not sure yet.
Maybe screwed.
(HORNS BLARING)
Lmbecile.
I'm sorry.
Idiot. I'm sorry.
Is this what they teach you in ghosting school?
No wonder the Bureau can never find anyone.
(HONKING) Hey, just relax.
Don't tell me to relax.
What are you doing?
I can sit here for an hour.
Or I can walk two blocks, get on the other side of this bottleneck by myself,
and take a five-minute cab ride back to the office.
Now, which do you think would better serve the needs of the Bureau?
It's just traffic.
Hello, Hanssen's on foot.
PLESAC: Good God
I put him back at the office in 10 minutes, best case.
Your boy's killing us.
He'll be fine.
Boss. You gotta get back in the truck, sir.
Haven't you made enough mistakes for one day, Eric?
Now you want to throw in a traffic violation?
Sir, you have to get back in the truck.
Well, why should I?
Look, don't kill me, okay? I did something stupid.
What a shock.
I lied to you, sir.
There isn't any construction on E Street. I made that up.
What would you do that for?
Because I need your help.
And I was afraid to ask if we could make an extra stop.
I wanted to go back to the reading room, sir.
The Catholic Information Center. I sort of have to.
Why?
It's Juliana.
We've been fighting all week.
About what?
To be honest, sir,
your church.
She didn't like it, boss. She didn't get it.
So I wanted to go back to the reading room.
I thought there might be some books I could get for her,
to help her see things better.
I figured if we were driving right past, you might wanna pull in.
It was stupid, I know.
But there it is.
You swear to God.
Excuse me?
Swear to God
that everything you just told me is true.
No.
I'm not gonna do that.
I wouldn't lie about my wife,
or the church.
If you don't know that by now,
then I sure as hell wouldn't take the Lord's name in vain just to prove it to you.
You know something, sir? You do test people too much.
And I've had it.
I was asking for your help.
Have a nice walk, sir. I'll see you back at the office.
(CAR HORN HONKING)
Maybe...
Maybe
I overstepped.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Yeah?
O'Neill just talked him back in.
How'd he manage that? Hard to say
From here it looks like he may have proposed marriage.
He talked him back in the car.
(SIGHS)
This needs to be mailed.
You're not coming in, sir?
I don't have to account to you, do I?
No, sir.
(DOOR SLAMS)
(FOOTSTEPS FADING)
(KETTLE WHISTLING)
(WOMAN MO ANING)
(COUPLE PANTING)
(DOOR OPENS)
Hey. Hi.
What are you watching?
Nothing. Just a training tape on surveillance.
Hanssen wanted me to make sure the transfer was okay.
Oh.
Would you mind getting the rest of the groceries for me, honey?
Just a few more bags in the car.
How was school? It was fine. I'm just tired.
Jule.
A training tape on surveillance?
This is not what it looks like.
What it looks like is he's making pornos of Bonnie,
except she doesn't know about it.
Everybody told me, when you marry the Bureau, things get weird. The cases.
But they never told me about this.
This has nothing to do with a case.
Oh.
So you weren't just steaming open his mail? He gave it to you?
I gotta go.
Do you trust me?
(SIGHS)
Yes.
'Cause I think you've got this idea somehow
that telling me the truth about him
would mean you were betraying your country or something.
It wouldn't.
It's okay.
He's a creep. I knew that already.
It's just...
He's been in our home. We keep fighting about him.
I'd just like to know what this is.
Can't you tell me?
Please?
I don't know when I'll be back.
(DOOR CLOSING)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
I think my wife just read herself into the case.
That was a colossally stupid thing to do!
You could jeopardize this entire investigation!
Are you an idiot?
You know, you're as much to blame for this as anybody.
I'm telling so many lies now,
I can't keep 'em straight anymore.
You want to make things easier?
The next time Hanssen gives you a package,
and he tells you to mail it,
you mail it.
That package was re-sealed as you found it, right?
Yes.
There's no trace that it had ever been opened?
Nothing that would ever arouse suspicion on the other end?
No, I posted it from the Bureau five minutes ago.
It was pristine.
We'll see.
Look,
I'm sorry you're having problems at home.
I'd offer you some advice, but it wouldn't be worth much.
I don't even have a cat.
All I can tell you
is you keep your head on straight and you do your job.
It's your best shot at getting this over with. Understand?
We pulled 300 pages of classified material
out of a Lawn and Leaf bag from his trunk today.
And quite a bit of correspondence from the Palm Pilot.
His next drop appears to be imminent.
Unless, of course, somebody does something to make him suspicious.
Right.
I really should be getting back to this.
Yeah, okay.
Can I ask you something?
Sure.
Is it worth it?
Being an agent.
What it costs.
Do you think it's worth it?
Ask me when we've caught him.
Eric. Yes, boss?
Come in here. I want to show you something.
This is the address of my mechanic in Manassas.
I'm dropping my car off on Monday.
I need you to pick me up and bring me in to work.
No later than 8:15.
Is something wrong with your car, sir?
Yeah. I'm having it swept for electronic devices.
Oh, yeah?
Been sensing signal bursts coming through my radio lately,
and car alarms go off when I drive past.
It's not beneath the Russians to track me.
I'm tailed all the time.
They know how much I know.
Yes, sir.
You know this movie?
(INAUDIBLE)
She's very appealing.
Yes, sir. I've always thought so.
Close the door on your way out.
(SIGHS SOFTLY)
(PAGER BEEPS)
What happened?
We just got the encryption off this one.
His last letter to his handlers in the SVR two days ago.
He's going to ground, isn't he?
Yes.
ERIC: Then we're dead
"Dear friends, I thank you for your assistance these many years.
"It seems, however, that my greatest utility to you has come to an end,
"and it is time to seclude myself from active service.
"Since communicating last, and one wonders if because of it,
"I have been promoted to a higher do-nothing senior executive job,
"outside of regular access to information within the counterintelligence program.
"It is as if I am being isolated.
"Furthermore, I believe I have detected
"repeated bursting radio signal emanations from my vehicle.
"I have not found their source,
"but as you wisely do, I will leave this alone.
"For knowledge of their existence is sufficient.
"Amusing, the games children play.
"In this, however, I strongly suspect that you should have concerns
"for the integrity of your compartment
"concerning knowledge of my efforts on your behalf.
"Something has aroused the sleeping tiger.
"Perhaps you know better than I.
"Life is full of its ups and downs
"Yours truly, Ramon."
(SOBBING QUIETLY)
BURROUGHS: Okay, if he doesn't make another drop, what do we have?
We've got the Palm Pilot.
It still gives us conspiracy to commit espionage.
Until he walks into a court with a lawyer
who says everything on the Palm Pilot was just notes
for a spy novel he was planning to write.
What about the evidence in his trunk?
Unauthorized possession of classified material.
That's five years.
Hardly enough to make him talk.
Maybe we just keep promoting him.
Might be the only way to keep him from retiring.
Shit.
He's outside your apartment.
What? He's parked outside your apartment.
Just pulled up.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
(BEEPS)
It's him.
How drunk did he sound?
He wasn't slurring or anything.
Maybe a little surlier than usual, but that's about it.
The guy's melting down.
That would bother me a lot less
if he didn't have a dozen guns in his trunk.
Drop me off here, okay? It's right around the corner.
I know where it is.
(TAPPING ON GLASS)
We got a team on his tail, right?
Uh-huh.
Can we pull 'em back?
Why would I want to do that?
I think I can still work him.
I think I can get him to make that drop.
Do you need me to read that letter again, Eric? There is no drop.
He's going to ground.
No, he's dying to make it. We just have to make him feel safe.
What if he's made you? What if he has?
Bumper-locking him's not gonna make me any safer.
Please.
I can handle him.
Okay.
I'll call Dean.
Ten minutes, as promised.
Caught me coming right out of the Metro.
Why didn't you drive?
Juliana needed the car.
I felt like walking, anyway.
Why? Something on your mind?
Not especially.
Now, get in. I want some company. Sure.
You been drinking, sir? Can I trust you?
Of course.
Don't you know that?
I don't know what I know anymore.
(NEAR YOU PLAYING ON STEREO)
(EXHALES)
Is this the music of your childhood or something?
That's the music of my father's childhood.
What's in Rock Creek?
I like the park at night.
(TURNS OFF STEREO)
I have to be sure that I can trust you.
Why don't we go back to the office? You can polygraph me.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
You heard of Aldrich Ames?
Of course.
Worst spy in U.S. History.
(PUNCTUATING) Sold $2.5 million worth of information to the Soviets,
and passed every polygraph the Agency gave him.
But he never would have gotten past me.
I can read anyone.
(PAGER BEEPING)
I'm getting really tired of that pager.
What are we doing?
I told you, the FBI's a gun culture.
You can't advance there unless you can shoot.
Boss?
They test you at 25 yards,
15 yards,
7 yards and 5 yards.
(GUN FIRES)
What are you doing? You want to be an agent or don't you?
Prone. Left hand, right hand. Five yards with gun in holster.
You get 3 seconds to fire 5 shots.
What are you doing? Who was calling you in the car?
What?
I need to know if I can trust you.
Put the gun down, Boss.
Who was calling? Put the fucking gun down!
I need to know if I can trust you.
(GUN CLICKS)
Can I trust you?
Jesus!
God's sakes, what is wrong with you?
Look around you, boss.
It's just us out here.
Nobody's tailing you, there isn't any GPS on your car,
and I'm not a foreign agent trying to work you.
You don't matter that much.
The page was from Juliana, obviously. My wife.
She's trying to reach me because I told her I'd be home by now,
and because we're in another fight,
caused by you, as usual.
Thanks for dropping by unannounced and lecturing her about Opus Dei.
That was real helpful.
Oh, and thanks for staring at her in church like she was from Mars.
That also worked out great.
Let me guess.
You were testing her, too.
You know, she asked me this morning why you're like this.
Why you grind everybody so hard.
I had all these answers ready.
"He's misunderstood.
"He's trying to fix the Bureau and no one will listen.
"He was born in the wrong century. His father was a jerk."
I got a whole list.
But you know something, sir?
At the end of the day,
it's all crap.
You are who you are.
The why doesn't mean a thing, does it?
(SNAPPING) Does it?
I
matter
plenty.
(PHONE RINGS)
Yes, Eric?
Put the tail back on him. He'll make the drop.
Tomorrow. Maybe even tonight.
You're not burned?
No, I'm not burned.
Okay We're on it
(PRINTER WHINING)
(DOG HOWLING)
(RADIO CRACKLING)
(GUNS BEING LOADED)
FBI! FBI! Don't move!
Don't move! Don't move!
Guns won't be necessary.
You have anything in your pockets I should know about?
No.
Do you have a weapon on you? No.
So, this is how it goes.
Maybe now you'll listen.
It's a sad day for all of us, Bob.
Hi.
Is everything okay?
Yeah.
Everything's fine.
I'm sorry.
PLESAC: Can I give you some advice, Bob?
I've been in on a few of these now.
Nicholson.
Aldrich Ames.
It goes a lot easier if you cooperate.
On you.
On your family.
(CHUCKLES) You really ought to do an overhaul on your GPS units, Dean.
They throw off a signal burst through the radio.
I heard it coming through mine for weeks.
Even if all you give them is why you did it,
it buys you some goodwill.
Well, that's what Ames did at first.
Just gave up the why.
That mustn't have taken long.
All Ames cared about was the money.
Why else would he have done it?
It's not so hard to guess, is it?
Considering the human ego.
Can you imagine, sitting in a room with a bunch of your colleagues,
everybody trying to guess the identity of a mole
and all the while, it's you they're after,
you they're looking for?
That must be
very satisfying, wouldn't you think?
Or maybe he considered himself a patriot.
Maybe he saw it as his duty
to show us how lax our security was.
We can't rule that out as a possibility.
Or maybe he...
Oh, what good does speculating do? He spied.
The why
doesn't mean a thing.
Does it?
No, I guess it doesn't.
(DOOR BEEPING)
Two guys on a boat.
(CHUCKLES)
You see the Director's press conference?
Yeah.
Funny about those things.
He thanked the CIA, and the U.S. Attorney's office,
and the Council for Intelligence Policy,
but he couldn't thank the guy we put behind that desk.
I didn't expect him to.
I'm headed over to the field office.
We still have two Russian IO's unaccounted for.
That mean you won't be headed over there with me?
I thought I'd go home instead.
You're going to make agent, Eric. It's set now.
Isn't that what you wanted?
It was.
Until you came over to my apartment and saw the TV dinners and no cat?
No.
Most of our agents are married, you know.
All their spouses get used to the life eventually.
So will Juliana.
I don't think I want her to.
Oh.
That's different.
Yeah.
You do know what you did here, right?
That was the worst spy in American history you brought down.
Now you're just gonna walk away?
Can you think of a better time to walk away?
Nope.
So...
You think it'd be okay if I...
Oh, I'd say you earned it.
(PEN CLICKING)
Good luck, Eric.
You, too.
(DOOR BEEPS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
Pray for me.
I will.