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Answer the phone!

No answer.

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

Definitely on his way.

Why doesn't anybody answer the phone?!

Hello? James, you are so dead.

Shit!

Sorry!

Excuse me. James Clayton. Sorry I'm late. I had a water bed emergency.

Bill Rudolph, Dell.

Nice to meet you. Can I borrow your computer?

Yeah. Thank you.

Hi, guys.

Hey.

It's here somewhere.

Here we go. All right.

At 7:00 this morning, sound asleep,

I heard this cracking noise ripping wood.

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

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

Our program uses existing wireless technology...

Which we modified,

transforming it into a completely new program.

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

Why is that?

It was named after the revolt...

Of the slaves.

Wireless Webcast.

We have that.

"Sp@rtacus" turns any specified broadcast terminal

into its slave.

We control the program.

Watch.

Take a look. Pick a screen.

Hello, Bill Rudolph.

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

What is this?

This is wonderful.

Thank you.

Can you put our logo on the Sony booths?

Sure, for the right price.

We'll talk, yeah? Yeah.

Good.

Thank you.

Hey.

What would you like? I would like to teach you something.

OK. I'm pretty busy right now.

James, the most important thing you need to know

is that you don't know shit.

What you see,

what you hear.

Nothing is

what it seems.

Drink?

Martini.

Sure.

That's how it begins, you know.

Call will come in a day or two. His name is John Medica.

He's head of R&D for Dell.

He's gonna invite you out for martinis.

Before long, you're gonna be working

out of Advanced Encrypting in Bethesda.

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

You got a wife by then, .5 kids, 200K a year,

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

Then you're dead.

And it all started because of one nasty little martini.

So you're a recruiter.

That I am.

You're kidding.

Applications for the CIA are up tenfold.

Would I have to kill anyone?

Would you like to?

Beer man. Heineken?

Yeah, just a sec.

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

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

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

I know what I know.

Nice meeting you, James. You too.

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

like your daddy.

Hey!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Did you know my father?

James, I have recruited and trained and served

with the best our country has to offer

for over a quarter of a century.

I am a scary judge of talent.

It's my gift.

I am recruiting you, Mr. Clayton.

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

You have any idea what CIA material is?

It's not me.

No? Well, I don't know.

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

majored in nonlinear cryptography,

scored off the charts in your undergrad psych profile test.

Those are confidential.

Yeah, right.

You're agile, athletic, and...

And what?

You grew up overseas Uzbekistan, Brunei,

Venezuela.

Yeah, my father worked for Shell awhile.

Your father died in 1990

in a plane crash in Peru.

What's your point?

What's my point?

What the hell you think my point is?

My name is Walter Burke.

My number's on the sports page.

Give me a call.

I'll be here till noon tomorrow.

Very dramatic, James.

I want to talk. Can we talk?

Yeah.

Where are you?

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

Yeah.

Turn around.

As you like it.

You're pretty confident.

Well...

Tell me about my father.

You already know, don't you?

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

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

I only have secrets.

You can't trust your best friends,

your five senses,

only the little voice inside you

most civilians don't even hear.

Listen to that.

Trust yourself.

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

Trust yourself, James.

Can I help you, sir?

James Clayton. I'm here for an interview.

Just pull in there, check in with security.

Thank you.

Hey, my name is James Clayton.

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

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

James.

Hey.

Rule number one: Don't get caught.

Those were good officers.

Good friends.

So, you ready to get started?

Sure.

Have six pull in tight on F4.

All right, now give me some angles,

both tests. Both tests.

Tighter.

It's a carbon copy.

F4. Yank him.

You've been caught cheating, pal.

Please leave.

Still got the eyes, Walter.

What's that story,

you saw some old woman pushing a baby carriage?

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

No questions, blows grandma right out of her shoes.

Turned out she was Hamas,

and the whole thing was stuffed with explosives.

She wasn't Hamas, she was Abu Nidal.

Abu Nidal, that's right.

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

D4.

Tell him to forget the chick and finish the test.

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

How do upsetting problems

generally make you feel?

Upset.

And when you get angry,

do you have trouble staying in control?

Sure.

How do you typically deal with failure?

Badly.

Have you ever been deliberately cruel to an animal?

Yes. Please, elaborate.

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

Would you consider yourself

subjectively firm or objectively flexible?

Metaphysically wrinklefree.

Quickly. Would you rather ride on a train,

dance in the rain, or feel no pain?

Feel no pain.

I know I said the raindancing thing, but feel no pain.

Thank you.

God, I hate this.

Hey.

Hi.

I'm James.

Layla.

Like the song.

Yeah.

That's a big coffee.

I'm a big girl.

Sure.

Is your name James Clayton?

James Douglas Clayton.

Just a yesorno answer.

Is your name James Clayton?

Yes.

You were born October 21, 1976?

Yes.

Have you ever worked for any foreign governments?

No.

Have you taken tranquillisers today?

No.

Miami.

Mind if I sit here?

Sure.

Hey. Ronnie Gibson from D.C.

James Clayton from all over.

Nice to meet you. You too.

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

I think it's Farsi.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, Farsi.

Clear!

What are you doing?

Nothing.

What?

Some of these chairs are wired.

They catch you drifting during this,

10,000 volts up your ass.

Bullshit.

All right.

Good morning. Good morning.

Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Dennis Slayne.

I'm assistant director of operations at Langley,

and I would like to welcome you here

to the CIA Special Training Facility,

affectionately known as "the farm".

Now let me introduce to you

your senior instructor, Mr. Walter Burke.

Morning.

Morning.

So, why are you here?

Why are you here?

It ain't the money.

A GS15 pay grade officer, yours truly,

I rake in about, what, 75 grand a year?

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

It ain't sex.

Hey, being here won't get you laid.

Oh, you're a dental hygienist?

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

Hello?!

What about fame?

Our failures are known.

Our successes are not.

That's the company motto.

You save the world,

they send you to some dusty basement at Langley,

give you a little lemonade and cookies,

and show you your medal.

You don't even get to take it home.

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

What is it?

I say we are all here in this room

because we believe.

We believe in good and evil,

and we choose good.

We believe in right and wrong,

and we choose right.

Our cause is just.

Our enemies everywhere.

They're all around us.

Some scary stuff out there.

Which brings us here to the farm.

You have all just stepped through the looking glass.

What you see, what you hear

nothing is what it seems.

Mr. Burke?

Hey.

I was just... l was hoping maybe I could buy you a beer

and we could talk.

I have so many questions about my dad.

You're making a mistake, son.

Let me remedy it.

I was on semicongenial terms with you

during your recruitment, for that reason I was recruiting you.

I'm not your friend.

I'm not your ally.

I'm your instructor period.

That enough talk?

Good morning. It's 0600.

All CTs report to Common Area, 15 minutes.

Is everybody ready?

Morning.

Let's go.

Let's go!

Over the next few months,

we're gonna teach you how to deceive,

roleplay, psychologically assess,

sell, exploit.

We're gonna hand you the tools

the black arts.

Not witchcraft trade craft...

Ready! Fire!

Disguise, surveil, detect.

You will be able to kill with a variety of weapons

or none at all.

You will nightparachute, rappel from choppers,

learn dry and wet demolition,

learn tactical, highspeed emergency driving.

You will become...

Bond. James Bond.

Thank you, Mr. Clayton.

You're already roleplaying. That's good.

You're ahead of all of us.

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

Nice move.

Where the hell did you learn how to do that?

Metro Dade Police Academy.

Are you a senior instructor at the farm?

Yes. True.

OK, if you look at the screens, you'll see his pulse is even,

respiration normal,

pupils undilated signs of the truth.

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

Have you ever worn women's clothing?

Who said that?

Yes. True.

Were you ever stationed in Peru?

Yes.

True.

Is your name Walter Burke?

No.

True.

Let's do it.

Five!

Skid and holster!

Remove your targets!

Nintendo.

These are paper ants microphone transmitters.

They adhere equally well to flesh or clothing,

and they're biologically manufactured,

so as soon as they become separated

from their storage palate, they begin to break down.

After 48 hours, this bug consumes itself.

These are all live surveillance devices

digitised, miniaturised transceivers,

audio and video.

You will conceal them throughout the bug house.

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

and exit the bug house without getting caught.

You will have eight minutes.

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

or we got some quality NOC people?

I don't know.

Anybody get out of the bug house lately?

Not many.

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

Don't underestimate my people, Dennis, please.

Usually by now, you've tagged a NOC.

Must be one in this class.

Well, maybe yes, maybe no.

Who knows?

The Shadow knows.

I love this part.

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

That's two down. Who's counting?

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

Attaboy.

Go!

Go, go!

Who was that?

You OK? Yeah.

OK.

Some of you will not survive the farm.

Some will be asked to leave.

Some will quit.

But those of you who do graduate

will be sent to work out of Langley

or embassies around the world as official cover operatives.

That is, spies with diplomatic immunity.

Now, every once in a while,

someone is selected to be a nonofficial cover operative,

or NOC NOC.

The NOC is the truest practitioner of espionage

always out there, always alone, unprotected.

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

And here's the best part:

No one will ever hear about it.

You will become a star on a wall,

a blank space in a book.

Now, I can just feel all you Alphas out there

gunning for this position as I speak.

So remember, everything is a test.

Yeah? All right.

All right, I can afford ten cents.

Yo, I'm out.

All right, I'll see you.

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

You're a Miami cop, right? Yeah.

So why don't you speak Spanish?

I do.

So where'd you learn Farsi? Persian beat?

That's funny. No, night school Florida Atlantic University

so I could get in here.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

Ronnie. I'm out.

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

Sonny Crockett. Is that the black guy or the white guy?

What are the girls like on South Beach?

What do you want to do?

All right.

I'll see your bet and raise you. $2 raises max, remember?

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

Are we? Are we? Are we, Sonny?

That's fine by me.

OK. So...

Are my pupils dilated?

I could be bluffing.

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

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

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

Your deal. Hey, man, good game.

Well, well, well...

Looks like boys' night in, huh? Kinda sad.

I'm gonna change all that.

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

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

All right, your objective reach the parking lot

with an asset who intends to have sex with you.

You want us to pick up a girl?

Well, five, actually

one each.

Hi.

Hi.

Here you go, Kitty. Thanks, Barry.

Not interested.

Neither am I.

How's that?

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

I just got out of the joint.

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

And what would that be?

What do you think?

Sounds like fun.

Excuse me a second.

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

What's it look like?

Looks like you're drunk.

Perceptive.

Is everything OK?

Yeah, everything's great.

All right.

See you tomorrow.

James...

They cut me. I'm out.

You're kidding.

I'm out of the program.

You're serious. Did they say why?

They didn't say anything.

They just sit you down, debrief you,

and then stick you in some shitbag motel.

Sorry, all I can think about is throwing up.

You all right? Yeah, I think I had too much tequila.

You know, it's just that you and I

finally have this chemistry moment,

you know, and I even have a motel room

where we could go back and have completely justifiable comfort sex,

but all I can think about is not throwing up.

The room's spinning, right?

Yeah, like a top.

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

Come on. Come here.

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

I wish.

Blue Ridge Bar, yeah.

Ten minutes? Thank you.

Cab will be here in ten.

OK. OK.

Come on, wait with me outside, OK? I...

Come on.

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

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

Come on. Let me kiss you.

Tell me about it.

Thank you.

For what?

Op completed.

My op was to stop you from completing yours.

Who said my op was complete?

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

Just doing her job, that's it.

God, I hate this guy.

You did your job. Good.

Are you a citizen of the United States?

Yes. True.

Are you in any way affiliated with the CIA?

No. It's false.

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

Clayton, switch places with Zack here.

All right, we all know, I believe,

what a lie is when we see it.

But a good interrogator can also soften a subject,

you know, knock them offbalance,

make them vulnerable.

Never know what you might get.

So fire at will.

Is your name Layla Moore?

Yes.

True.

Last night at the bar,

you said we had chemistry together.

Do we? What?

His interrogation. Answer the man.

Simple question: Yes or no?

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

True.

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

Did you?

You're abusing this exercise.

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

No.

Would you do anything to become a CIA officer?

Anything?

No.

Layla! Stay away from me.

Can I talk to you? There are limits, James.

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

This isn't about Burke.

You won, OK? You got even.

How does it feel?

God!

I pity the fool.

Anyone I know? Maybe.

Let it go.

You first.

I don't know how I...

I don't belong here.

Come on, meant to do this, son.

You know more about me than I do?

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

It's in you.

It's in your blood.

Mama Land's crabs

from the Circle's fourteenth in Saigon

best crabs in the world.

This place: Secondbest.

OK, why don't you just go ahead?

Go ahead and ask me.

Did you know him?

No.

I met him once.

Falklands, around '89.

What was he doing there?

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

I just can't.

I can't even confirm his mission.

I can't.

He used to tell me stories.

He'd say

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

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

Yeah.

And he lied.

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

What was he, really?

What did he do?

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

Because you keep looking back,

you're gonna miss your whole life.

It's a mystery you cannot solve.

Who is Edward Clayton?

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

Also, he was someone else.

He was a spook, James. Just like me.

Just like you.

Don't look now.

By the bar. We're being followed.

You serious? Yeah.

Sometimes these guys just like to loiter around,

see if they can gain intel on the farm.

I'll get someone on it.

Hey.

Looking good.

Yeah, but can I do it blindfolded jumping out of a plane?

I bet you can.

Thanks.

It's probably not the best time to apologise.

You don't have to apologise.

Can I?

Sure.

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

We learned a lot about each other.

Yeah, the hard way.

Yeah, the hard way, but still, at least we know.

OK.

So, now we're ahead of the game.

Is that it?

Exactly.

So what do we do?

Nothing.

Not here.

Not now. No, not now.

One year from now, where are you?

Probably waitressing at Denny's.

Yeah.

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

OK, today we practise the art of surveillance.

Remember your training.

The person being followed is the...

Rabbit.

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

Eye. Eye.

Behind the eye is the rest of the surveillance team,

who cannot see the rabbit but follow the eye.

As the rabbit travels,

the teammates will rotate themselves into the eye position

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

Rabbit, don't forget, your choke points

help you to identify who's on your tail.

And keep those cellphones off. In the field, they act like homing devices.

All right? What do we do?

Improvise, modify, adapt, overcome.

Let's go to work!

Turn your cellphone off?

Didn't bring it.

Good.

Hey, this looks like a good choke point.

You're right.

Let's hide here and wait, OK? Sure.

James! James! Layla!

No!

James!

Let go of me!

I am a Diplomatic Corps trainee.

We know that you work for the CIA.

The CIA.

I don't work for the CIA.

I think you do.

Enjoy your cold shower.

Hungry, Jimmy?

You guys make the best stuff.

You realise that no country with a McDonald's

has ever attacked the United States?

They teach you that at the farm?

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

You think this is a game, James?

I think it's a test.

No.

I'm sorry, my friend.

This is no test.

Everything is a test!

Everything is a test.

Good morning, James.

What are the names of your instructors?

OK.

OK.

John is the wise guy.

Paul's the cute one.

George is pretty quiet.

And this new kid

I can't remember his name.

Now I know why she was begging for you.

You're funny.

Sorry if these stink.

She pissed herself.

Layla.

Layla?

Burke! You want a name?!

Burke! Burke!

I wanted you to see this.

I wanted you to see what happens to someone

you know, someone you care about,

so you won't forget.

What you should learn from this exercise

and learn it well

rule number one:

Do not get caught.