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Anything on those seven names?

What are you doing here, ed?

Helping you.

What about the names?

There's only one name that
concerns us... Donald Bloom.

Does that mean anything to you?

Who is he? He's ex-cia.

Black ops.

Anything else?

Ed, are you all right?

I'm fine... invigorated,
nose to the wind.

Donald Bloom...

he passed through Houston
six times in the last year.

Why? I don't know.

I do know that two days ago,

he flew from Nigeria,
via brussels, to jfk.

He's in New York?

Possibly, or he could be
just about anywhere by now,

including Houston.

Check the white papers.

You have access now.

The white papers... anything
to do with Houston, Texas.

Right.

Connect the dots.

Check the white papers.

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(indistinct conversation)

Sorry.

Uh, good morning.

Uh...

(Indistinct conversation)

(Knocking)

You and the rest

of the team leaders have been ordered

to attend Mrs. spangler's
annual charity event.

This year she's supporting
"children's rights now."

Maggie has all the information.

Please donate $250 each.

I can't afford $250.

Sure you can.

Sublingual herbs.

I have the immune system of a hydra.

What's your read on Tanya?

I haven't given her much thought.

Am I missing something?

She seems off.

Off? How?

A plethora of late nights
bleeding into morning.

Right.

Free-spirited type.

Free spirits can get too
free with their spirits.

(Wry laugh)

Then you have security risk,
performance degradation...

Never forget the stakes.

I don't.

She's your responsibility;
She is not your peer.

Right.

I'll talk to her.

You missed a button.

White papers.

(Beeping)

Go ahead. Make a left when
you walk through the door.

(Beep, click)

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hi.

Uh, it's empty.

That's impossible.

Well, there's nothing in it.

Everything gets scanned.

Someone walked off with it?

Well, I don't think it
walked off all by itself.

(Line ringing)

Mcnaughton, please.

Yuri popovich isn't breaking
bread with George boeck

because they're on the
same amateur soccer team.

Well, we traded Tanya's firstborn

to the bnd forverything
they had on George,

but since it's all in German,

weon't have it till the end of the day.

So Yuri?

It seems like Yuri is branching out

from arms into drugs,
specifically afghani heroin.

He's paying the uzbeks to keep
the wheels greased, and dea

thinks he's taken
over an overland route.

Will: Well...

...It's all a logical move
for a Russian gangster, but

it still doesn't explain
what he's doing in Sofia

with George boeck.

Tanya?

Any ideas?

(Clears throat)

Who cares about Yuri?

(Clears throat)

Um, we knoexactly who and what Yuri is.

He's a criminal.

His business is crime, not terroris

and George...

We don't know what the hell ,

other than what miles has dug up,

which is: He's too rich

and tocarel

to be playing footsie
th a rscrew Yuri.Er.

We should put all our focus on geoe.

It's, um... (Clears throat)

We sho...All George,r
focus all the time, 100%.

And if, while we're focused on George,

Yuri sells a nuclear bo

to oma bin laden?

Are u prepared to live wi that?

Re.

Yes.

Write it up.

Your analysis, wte it up...

why we should go all
George, all the time.

I just gave you my analysis.

You gave me a speech,

so if we're ing to make
the move to all George,

I think you should go
upstairs and convince spangler.

You... you want me to pitch spangler?

Will, don't you think we
suld work this as a team?

It's Tanya's idea. Let
her take the credit.

Unle you were just blowing sure..

Happy to dit.

You are very well diversified.

Your investments in al estate energy

are especially strong.

Stocks are down, obously, but rebnding.

Tom stayed away from the mortgage boo
- wise man.

But I do think you should divest
yourself of mrq alternatives.

Why?

It's a bad investment,
a real mey-loser.

Tom wanted me toave it.

As an asset.

It's notn asset unless it's sold.

Sell mrq?

Yes.

Katherine, don't worry.

This represents a miniscule
frtion of yo total worth.

Then I'll come to no harm if I keep it.

Anything else?

No, that's it.

Why did Tom leave me mrq?

James (Over phone): uh, mrq...
I-I've never heard of it.

Tom had a lot of play
in over-the-counter ocks.

Jamarnold says it's uh, mrq...
I-I'a bad investment. It.

Why would Tom leave me a bad investment

two days before he kills himself?

I have no idea, but if Arnold
says it's a bad investment,

it's a bad investment.

Just get rid of it.

Donald Bloom, please.

Donald Bloom, please.

Donald Bloom.

b-l-o-o-m.

You sure?

How about don Bloom?

(Doorbell rings)

Hey, will. Ed.

Come on in.

Might want to get out of the way.

It's a large pepperoni and mushroom.

Uh-huh.

He's here, all right.

Who is? Bloom.

He's in New York City.

He's staying at the Waldorf.

How the hell do you know that?

I made some phone calls.

Did you call every hotel in the city?

I got lucky.

I started from "z."

What's he look like?

(Grunts)

I've never seen him before.

There's beer in the fridge.

One thing I can tell
you, he's confident.

He's staying under his own name.

A little bit of hubris.

A chink in the armor.

The ancient greeks
believed hubris comes about

when men think they
can behave like gods.

It's what we do.

It's in our nature.

And it destroys us.

I found four white
papers relating to Houston

in the api library.

One of 'em

was written by David.

And somebody stole it.

Stolen?

Mm.

This keeps circling back to api.

Mm.

What are you going to do next?

Follow Bloom.

See where he leads me.

What do you want me to do?

Wait.

Teacher of mine used to say

our job was to find the
dots, then connect the dots,

then understand the dots.

We're still looking for the dots,

and my sitting here in this house

isn't gonna help us
find much of anything.

The dots are out there in the world,

or in the bits and
pieces of information;

the thousands of signs and symbols

that we can pull out of raw data.

A man waiting for a bus in caracas.

A woman buying vegetables
in an algerian market.

Teenagers fornicating
in a liverpool basement.

What's the connection?

What's the narrative?

(Horns honking, crowd chatter)

Excuse me. Uh, can you
take a picture for us?

Just right there. Thank you. Come on.

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it's good to see you.

Good to see you.

So...

Thanks for the gig.

Glad to help.

Your man is a little testy.

My man's a little brilliant.

Well, he's got us
running around the globe

stitching together this very complicated

operation that's...

You troll your side of the River,

I'll troll mine.

Got it.

You look good.

Nah, I'm fat.

No, yore not.

Yeah, I am.

Plus, my back hurts, and
my knees crack every time

I stand up, and...

My hair. I started losing
my hair a couple years ago.

I was in Finland.

I thought it was the water.

It wasn't.

You alone these days?

Yeah. Yeah, I find it simplifies things.

You?

Various delights.

Lucky you.

Yeah, I generally have
to pay for my pleasures.

You know, I want to tell
you that... sometimes,

uh... late at night,

when... I'm alone,
feeling sorry for myself,

I think of you...

...And those, well, the old days

in beirut.

I even have a photograph somewhere

of you sitting on a balcony,

sipping a cup of coffee.

Great big grin on your face.

We were killing people, Donny.

Yeah.

That was half the fun.

What is it?

This conversation
doesn't leave the room.

Of course not.

I, uh...

I need you to tell
me everything you know

about kale ingram.

Well, uh...

What do you mean?

I know he's former CIA,

worked at api a long time.

I think he's an ops guy,

recruited by spangler.

What else?

I don't know.

Um...

I think he's from Ohio.

I know he has family there.

What about David?

Has he ever said anything about David?

What do you mean?

Will, what's wrong? Hmm?

Did something happen?

No.

I don't know.

Will, tell me, please.

I can't.

It's complicated.

(Knocking on door)

Are you sure the David hadas loose ends

have been neatly tied up?

You know something I don't?

I do not.

Yes.

Loose ends have been nicely tied up.

Thank you.

You, um...

Lined up the team leaders

for my wife's charity event...?

Every last one of them.

You're coming, too, aren't you?

Oh, I wouldn't miss it for the world.

(Laughs)

Miriam will be pleased.

Forgive her.

After all, she has to put up with me.

Yes.

With organized crime,
except in a tangential way,

to fill in an operational weakness.

Except in the balkans.

Right.

But that was part of a large scale

military conflict.

Um... (Papers shuffling)

Well, uh, George boeck,

on the other hand,

is the critical element
in the equation, and

the kind of financial linchpin

that U.S. intelligence
has traditionally ignored

in favor of operational players.

He represents...

You can't call the guy a linchpin

on the basis of one photograph.

Well, that's not the only...

Linchpin equals hypothesis.

You got bubkes for proof.

Just don't call him a linchpin.

George boeck

is a well-educated, westernized muslim

with the right profile and resources

to play the kind of pivotal role

in a sophisticated... Speculation.

Miles: Look, Tanya,

I hate George, but
even I'm not convinced.

Should I even bother to finish?

Strip down your argument to the basics.

Build out from there.

Go ahead.

From the beginning.

(Sighs)

(Whirring)

No.

What?

Whatever it is, no.

How long have we known each other?

Too long.

It'll be five years this October.

That's a substantial friendship, hal.

My name's not hal.

Who introduced you to your wife?

You didn't introduce us.

You just happened to be standing
next to her in the cafeteria.

I took you by the shoulders,
planted you in front of her,

and said, "talk to her."

Hmm? All right.

What's up?

I need an agency-wide
cross-reference search.

The whole database?

Whole database.

(Clears throat)

Who or what?

Donald Bloom.

And kale ingram.

(Computer chiming)

(Chirp)

Huh.

What is it?

It's some kind of CIA case file number.

And it's got the
highest security rating.

Can you open it? The minute
I open it, they'll know.

They'll be an automatic
trace. Do you want that?

Thanks.

(Footsteps approaching)

(Sighs)

Sorry.

You looking for me?

I was...

No. Just coming up to clear my head.

I'll leave you to it.

You let grant and miles

slaughter me.

You think spangler's
gonna be any easier?

You're setting me up to fail.

All right, if-if you don't think
you can handle this, let me...

I didn't say that.

No. I just...

I think you're right.

I think George is the
nexus of something big,

and-and, and-and focusing on
him is gonna get us somewhere.

Would it have killed you
to say that in the room?

There's two types of fear.

There's the type that
makes us work harder,

that-that drives us; We dig deeper.

There's the kind that makes
my heart come up in my throat

and it makes me... at the
cost of my own sanity...

look for answers,

because, damn me to hell,
I-I can't let up in this one.

That's good fear.

The bad fear

is the kind that makes us stop working.

Paralyzes us.

Makes us stay in bed all day and hide.

Bad fear doesn't make you a bad person.

It just means you
shouldn't be working here.

(Doorbell buzzes)

(Doorbell buzzes)

(Doorknob squeaks)

(Door squeaking)

Ed?

Hey, ed?

Ed: Be right there.

(Ed clears his throat, sniffles, grunts)

What is all this?

(Chuckles)

Dots connected, my friend.

Dots connected.

The synopsis of the synopsis.

Donald Bloom worked for the CIA.

The CIA launched an
operation in June of 1983

to assassinate hezbollah
leaders and financiers.

This was in retaliation for
hezbollah's suicide bombing

of the marine barracks in
beirut, one week earlier.

The go-code to begin the
operation was a crossword puzzle

published in various
international newspapers

and written by me.

Bloom traveled from Nigeria
to jfk a mere three days ago.

Bloom has recently spent
an inordinate amount of time

in Houston, so,

among other things,
we can now place Bloom

in the middle East and
in Houston and in Nigeria.

What do they all have in common?

Oil.

If the 1983 code

was for assassinations,
and Bloom was an assassin,

then we can deduce

that, very soon, Bloom
is going assassinate

someone in either Nigeria

or Houston, who has
something to do with oil.

Oh, by the way, is it a coincidence

that Bloom flew into jfk?

Ed, maybe we should
just call it a night.

Ah, no, no, no, I'm not finished.

The crossword puzzles you
found have to contain go-codes

ordering one or more

assassinations. That
just stands to reason...

Ed...

Which brings us back to Nigeria,

beirut, Houston and the CIA.

Jfk was assassinated in Dallas,

of course, but still, that's Texas,

another oil-rich
region, and even though

beirut has no oil,

it sits in the middle
of an oil-rich region,

and is, in fact, the banking capital

of the aforementioned oil-rich region.

Ed, we g the wrong Donald Bloom.

What?

It's not him.

He's not the guy in the picture.

I checked it out.

He's an 18-year-old, an
engineering student from Oregon.

There's no oil in Oregon.

No, there isn't.

So here's what we're going to do.

We are going to stand down,

because we have both gone way overboard.

And it ends right here.

Tonight.

You hear me?

You understand me?

Ed?

(Sighs)

David was my best friend.

I know.

(Voice breaking): best friend...

Traditionally, islamo-fascist
networks have not allied

with organized crime,
except in a tangential way,

to fill in an operational weakness.

Except in the balkans.

Right.

But that was part of a large scale

military conflict.

Um... (Papers shuffling)

Well, uh, George boeck,

on the other hand,

is the critical element
in the equation, and

the kind of financial linchpin

that U.S. intelligence
has traditionally ignored

in favor of operational players.

He represents...

You can't call the guy a linchpin

on the basis of one photograph.

Well, that's not the only...

Linchpin equals hypothesis.

You got bubkes for proof.

Just don't call him a linchpin.

George boeck

is a well-educated, westernized muslim

with the right profile and resources

to play the kind of pivotal role

in a sophisticated... Speculation.

Miles: Look, Tanya,

I hate George, but
even I'm not convinced.

Should I even bother to finish?

Strip down your argument to the basics.

Build out from there.

Go ahead.

From the beginning.

(Sighs)

(Whirring)

No.

What?

Whatever it is, no.

How long have we known each other?

Too long.

It'll be five years this October.

That's a substantial friendship, hal.

My name's not hal.

Who introduced you to your wife?

You didn't introduce us.

You just happened to be standing
next to her in the cafeteria.

I took you by the shoulders,
planted you in front of her,

and said, "talk to her."

Hmm? All right.

What's up?

I need an agency-wide
cross-reference search.

The whole database?

Whole database.

(Clears throat)

Who or what?

Donald Bloom.

And kale ingram.

(Computer chiming)

(Chirp)

Huh.

What is it?

It's some kind of CIA case file number.

And it's got the
highest security rating.

Can you open it? The minute
I open it, they'll know.

They'll be an automatic
trace. Do you want that?

Thanks.

(Footsteps approaching)

(Sighs)

Sorry.

You looking for me?

I was...

No. Just coming up to clear my head.

I'll leave you to it.

You let grant and miles

slaughter me.

You think spangler's
gonna be any easier?

You're setting me up to fail.

All right, if-if you don't think
you can handle this, let me...

I didn't say that.

No. I just...

I think you're right.

I think George is the
nexus of something big,

and-and, and-and focusing on
him is gonna get us somewhere.

Would it have killed you
to say that in the room?

There's two types of fear.

There's the type that
makes us work harder,

that-that drives us; We dig deeper.

There's the kind that makes
my heart come up in my throat

and it makes me... at the
cost of my own sanity...

look for answers,

because, damn me to hell,
I-I can't let up in this one.

That's good fear.

The bad fear

is the kind that makes us stop working.

Paralyzes us.

Makes us stay in bed all day and hide.

Bad fear doesn't make you a bad person.

It just means you
shouldn't be working here.

(Doorbell buzzes)

(Doorbell buzzes)

(Doorknob squeaks)

(Door squeaking)

Ed?

Hey, ed?

Ed: Be right there.

(Ed clears his throat, sniffles, grunts)

What is all this?

(Chuckles)

Dots connected, my friend.

Dots connected.

The synopsis of the synopsis.

Donald Bloom worked for the CIA.

The CIA launched an
operation in June of 1983

to assassinate hezbollah
leaders and financiers.

This was in retaliation for
hezbollah's suicide bombing

of the marine barracks in
beirut, one week earlier.

The go-code to begin the
operation was a crossword puzzle

published in various
international newspapers

and written by me.

Bloom traveled from Nigeria
to jfk a mere three days ago.

Bloom has recently spent
an inordinate amount of time

in Houston, so,

among other things,
we can now place Bloom

in the middle East and
in Houston and in Nigeria.

What do they all have in common?

Oil.

If the 1983 code

was for assassinations,
and Bloom was an assassin,

then we can deduce

that, very soon, Bloom
is going assassinate

someone in either Nigeria

or Houston, who has
something to do with oil.

Oh, by the way, is it a coincidence

that Bloom flew into jfk?

Ed, maybe we should
just call it a night.

Ah, no, no, no, I'm not finished.

The crossword puzzles you
found have to contain go-codes

ordering one or more

assassinations. That
just stands to reason...

Ed...

Which brings us back to Nigeria,

beirut, Houston and the CIA.

Jfk was assassinated in Dallas,

of course, but still, that's Texas,

another oil-rich
region, and even though

beirut has no oil,

it sits in the middle
of an oil-rich region,

and is, in fact, the banking capital

of the aforementioned oil-rich region.

Ed, we g the wrong Donald Bloom.

What?

It's not him.

He's not the guy in the picture.

I checked it out.

He's an 18-year-old, an
engineering student from Oregon.

There's no oil in Oregon.

No, there isn't.

So here's what we're going to do.

We are going to stand down,

because we have both gone way overboard.

And it ends right here.

Tonight.

You hear me?

You understand me?

Ed?

(Sighs)

David was my best friend.

I know.

(Voice breaking): best friend...

(Crying): ...In the world.

(Sobbing)

Oh.

I'm sorry. Please.

Thank you. Vodka on the rocks.

Can you make that two? Bartender: Yes.

Thank you. Whew.

Social lubricant.

How do I justify the ones I drink alone?

Oh, I call those oxygen.

Oh. I'll remember that.

Katherine rhumor.

Will travers.

Will.

(Indistinct conversation, jazz playing)

(Slow jazz playing)

Spangler: Remember the Maine, James.

We have no choice.

If we don't do it, who... who will?

Will.

Will... (Laughs) Come in, come in.

(Quiet laugh)

I'd like you to meet two of
my oldest and dearest friends.

James Wheeler, r.C. Gilbert, Hmm?

Hi, will. Will.

Hi. Spangler: Will
is one of the sharpest

tools in my toolbox.

(Laughs)

Don't know what I'd do without him.

You enjoying the party?

Very much. Thank you.

Mm.

Liar.

(Laughs)

If you see my wife,

tell her I love her, Hmm?

It was nice meeting you.

(Jazz playing)

Sorry I'm late for the shindig, truxton.

As long as you leave a donation.

With my love for Miriam.

(Sighs)

(Sighs)

The squalls have been shipped.

They'll be on-site in a week.

God bless you and
your Harvard doctorate.

Give the man a drink.

(Classical music playing)

Music, merriment...

what more could one ask for?

Donald Bloom is an old friend of mine.

Donald Bloom? You saw us having lunch.

Oh, right.

Sorry, I di... I didn't mean to intrude.

You didn't.

You scurried away.

I don't know why, I...

I was embarrassed for some reason.

You just happened to
be in that restaurant.

I like the prawns.

I strongly suggest you stick
to the analysis side of things.

I would hate to see you
involved in any mayhem.

(Classical piece ends;
Applause and cheering)

George boeck is a rich man
with an impeccable reputation.

It is implausible to believe
that he has become involved

with a known organized crime figure

simply for financial gain.

This suggests his motivation
is either ideological

or emotional.

Either one ought to concern us.

This man is educated, well-traveled,

and sympathetic to the cause, uh,

exactly the kind of
semi-westernized muslim

mm-mm-mm! Who
has proven...

...Proven most, um...

Lethal in the past.

He has the means

and he has the connections.

Simply put, he is
exactly the sort of figure

al qaeda ought to recruit.

This leaves only two possibilities:

Either we have identified
him before they have

or we're already one step behind.

Done.

Sir?

Drop Yuri, go all-out for George.

What's the next step?

His son's wedding in three days.

We need full audio
and video surveillance.

I'll call NSA.

Kale, you take point

and get them the, the, the... Sigint.

...Sigint they need, Hmm?

Thank you.

(Rock music playing in distance)

(Music continues)

Alright.

Alright.

What have you got?

Will: We are going to stand down

because we have both gone way overboard,

and it ends right here.

Tonight.

When was this?

Last night.

Concentrate on Katherine rhumor.

(Children shouting playfully)

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(intercom beeps)

Woman (Over p.A.):
Kyle, pick up line four.

It's about the button.

Good afternoon. Hello.

Uh, I'm Katherine rhumor.

Who's in charge here?

Uh, I am.

Uh...

Mrs. rhumor.

Hi.

Hi. What can I do for you?

Uh, can I have a word with
you in my husband's office?

Of course.

Uh, this way. Appreciate it.

What's your name?

Harold almyer.

This it?

Well, yeah, he, uh, he
didn't come here much.

I only saw him once or twice.

(Intercom beeps)

Woman (Over p.A.): Joey,
your wife is on the phone.

Joey, please pick up.

Your wife is on the phone... line one.

Uh, what exactly does
mrq alternatives do?

We make clothes... we
used to make clothes...

not very successfully, I'm afraid.

I, uh, I think I'd like to be alone.

Of course. I'll be right outside.

(Intercom beeps)

(Indistinct announcement over p.A.)

Please pick up on line two.

(Announcement continues over intercom)

Y, Harold?

Do you have the
combination for this lock?

Um, I'm sorry, that's Mr.
rhumor's private files.

I don't know the combination.

You got it. How'd you know?

Anniversary.

Thank you, Harold.

(Knocking)

Enter.

You ever wonder what life was like

before electricity?

Just us and the elements.

So much darkness.

So many shadows.

Dispelled with the flick of a switch.

Tanya did well.

She's a good analyst.

(Sighs)

This just arrived from mi-5.

One of their surveillance
outfits in amman.

The fellow there with
George is ashtad madari,

the main money man for
iranian intelligence.

He supplies hezbollah

and other terrorist
groups with the means

for their nastiness.

Seems like your girl was
way ahead of the curve.

Mm-hmm.

I'm gonna have to put
her name on the list

for the next round of drug tests.

(Wry laugh)

As you see fit.

(Sighs)

You find out what George is up to, will,

before it's too late.

Good night.

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