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Hey, buddy, you are sweating your ass off.

I know. It's hot.

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

I'm so ashamed.

Don't worry, pal.

You just need a little help back there.

This is my secret.

Manpons?

It's like a cool spring breeze

blowing through your ass cheeks.

At this point, I'll try anything.

Hello, this is Bill Rudolph at Dell.

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

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

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

It's James Douglas Clayton.

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

And I was with my family for a while,

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

cos we can raise the bar with Sp@rtacus and change things.

Will you call me...

Nice hit.

What the...

You mind?

My throat.

Let go. Now.

Now.

What...

I see you're living good.

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

A drive? Yeah. I'll wait outside.

That booze is coming out of your bones.

What am I doing here?

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

I don't have to play your stupid games.

But you will, James.

You will play because your particular engine

what drives you, moves you, motivates you

desire to please

me.

All right, pull over.

Pull over the goddamn car!

All right! Go ahead, get out.

You lasted longer on your interrogation exercise

than any CT has in the last 15 years.

I broke!

Everybody breaks! That's the point!

Damn thing doesn't stop till you break.

Then why did I wash out?

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

You're the NOC, James.

Bullshit. The washout was faked.

You're the NOC.

I told you I was a scary judge of talent.

Why me?

Get in here.

I don't believe this.

More farm mind games.

Nothing is what it seems, na na na. No, no, no, no. School's out.

Open that glove compartment. Go ahead.

Find out why you.

That's why you.

Layla? Wh... Layla Moore,

raised from the age of three by Tom and Susan Moore of Worcester, Mass.

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

Birth mother is Algerian, father's French.

It's all there

secret bank accounts, phoney records, fake passports.

Layla's a sleeper.

She's a mole, James.

I don't believe it. This is crazy.

How the hell did she get into the farm...

We wanted her in.

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

because then she'll lead us to her handlers.

We know exactly what she wants.

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

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

I won't do it.

You won't do it?

James,

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

Nobody's chasing CTs any more.

I mean, our applications are through the roof.

We needed you, James.

No accidents.

You and Layla were matched.

She's an orphan.

You're a young man searching for a father.

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

You even look good together.

We paired you at the farm, son.

We paired you, remember?

The Blue Ridge barhop?

The lie detector session?

The choke point test?

And it worked, didn't it?

She trusts you.

Loves you, maybe.

And you're gonna take that trust and that love

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

James...

My first posting was in ltaly Trieste.

A physics conference met there every summer.

So I meet this local girl beautiful, sweet.

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

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

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

I mean, really highgrade stuff

and I'm a hero.

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

I got this perfect ltalian girl, and she's crazy for me and we're falling in love.

I knew the Russians were getting close to her.

I knew she was in jeopardy, but material was valuable.

I could've warned her.

I could've saved her.

But the information was more important.

You understand?

The information was more important than she was,

more important than I was.

It is what we do.

I need to think about it.

Come on. "Think about it."

You got 24 hours.

Burke here. OK.

I'll do it.

Iwo Jima Memorial this is where you tell me about duty and sacrifice?

No, this is where I have my breakfast burrito.

Volente Brothers.

They're the best.

There you go. Thank you.

Try it. It's heaven.

So, what is she after?

You ever read Kurt Vonnegut?

Yeah.

You readCat's Cradle? Nah.

Well, in that book, the world ends

because in a chip of ice, a molecule is discovered

that can turn all the water it touches into ice.

Since all water is interconnected

that is, pond to stream, stream to river,

river to lake, lake to ocean

the entire world freezes and dies,

and that seed molecule is called Ice 9.

Ice 9.

Langley has invented a computer virus

that can plug into any electrical receptacle

that is, the wall outlet in your apartment

using existing wiring

to spread right through the entire national grid.

No firewalls, no protection.

Jesus. That's it.

Our national defence, our national survival depends on electronics.

You take that away, we're back in the Stone Age with our enemies.

This was good.

Can I make it?

So close.

You're going to Langley.

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

but we love you.

You're a good boy, a patriot,

so we got you a lowlevel, lowsecurity gig.

But your real assignment is to get close to Layla

and to stay close to her.

Find out who she's talking to.

Layla requested Cryptography, so we gave it to her.

She's working at the Directorate of Science and Technology in Langley.

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

isn't surveillance on her 24/7?

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

Langley's security is all about entry and exit going in, going out.

You are scoped, taped... Morning.

Tagged like no other place on Earth,

but once you're on the inside, the assumption is you belong there.

Langley's too big to watch.

We're a city, and as such, we are vulnerable to betrayal from within,

always have been Ames, Nickelson, Howard.

So what have you got me doing?

We've given you a lowlevel dataprocessing position

in the information management centre

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

You'll love it.

Mr. Clayton? Hey.

Rob Stevens, your supervisor. Nice to meet you.

Welcome to CIA. Thank you.

The building we're going into is totally secure.

No radiowave transmissions in or out.

Electronic devices computers, telephones

even your voice create vibrations

that a sophisticated laser pointer in the building can read and translate.

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

but that little logo definitely gets you laid.

Republican girls hot.

Here we go. This is you.

The manual's pretty selfexplanatory.

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

Any questions, I'm 1229. Thank you.

Thank you.

I'll see you over there.

James.

Layla. Hey.

What ar... Are you here?

Yep. Data entry.

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

After you left we missed you at the farm.

Yeah.

Look, I'm late, so...

Right. OK. It's good to see you.

Yeah. You too.

Take care.

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

Good.

Take care.

Thanks. See you tomorrow. Good night.

Hey, Joey. Cappuccino.

Sure.

James.

Hi.

Hey. Hey.

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

How you doing? Good. You mind?

No, of course not.

Thanks. Sure.

What are you reading?

Good? Weird.

Here you go. Thanks.

So...

I'm in Science and Tech.

Science and Tech? Yeah.

Not in the field?

The field is what you said you always wanted.

Yeah, well,

found out it wasn't.

It's good to see you.

You too.

So, where you living?

The company found me an apartment in Georgetown.

What about you? I'm over in Adams Morgan.

When did you move down from Boston?

A week ago. I drove down.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

See you soon.

Yeah. You want a ride?

Nah, I got my truck. OK.

All right. See you. Good night.

Good night.

OK, you reestablished contact.

Now get into her office,

see if she's accessed the program.

If she's got Ice 9, what's she doing with it?

She can't copy it.

Langley computers don't have disk drives for exactly this reason,

and she can't print it out.

There are no printers.

Company policy.

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

I'll handle that.

Thank you, sir.

Morning. Good morning.

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

Margarita Monday. Republican interns, huh?

Hi, this is Layla Moore. I'm in a meeting until 4:30.

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

Hello. Hi.

Mike? Black, two sugars. Right? Thanks.

Hey.

Oh, Sharon... Yeah?

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

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

How was the date? It was great.

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

You know, there's this ltalian restaurant down in Georgetown, and it's authentic.

Hi. Hey.

You dropped these in my car.

Must've just slipped out of your hand.

Nah.

I dropped them on purpose.

You trying to manipulate me?

Maybe.

It's working.

Frank. Hey.

Good night, Layla. Good night.

Layla. Wait up.

Here you go.

Allow me, madame.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Where's your car? Red pickup, over there.

Nice. New? Newish. This your little baby?

Yeah. All right.

Night. See you tomorrow.

Hey, James?

Yeah?

I want to show you something.

That camera takes 30 seconds to scan the room.

That one takes another 30 seconds on the opposite arc.

So if you stand right here, you're ready to waltz one step,

you could have 40 seconds of complete privacy where the cameras won't see you.

19, 18, 17...

Here?

Closer.

Here? There.

Now we're completely private.

Ten, nine...

What were you thinking about when you figured this out?

You.

Three, two, one, waltz.

We have 20 more seconds.

That's not enough time.

Layla?

Sorry it's so early, but...

I don't sleep.

Piss like a racehorse every two hours.

Impossible. What do you got?

You were right about Layla.

Some of the lce program is on her home computer,

but it's not all there yet.

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

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

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

I want you to take this.

Open it somewhere later.

You know, no matter how sure we are

about a person,

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

I know.

I believe Layla's a traitor. Yeah.

It's just... It's ugly.

This is an ugly business, you know?

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

and they don't.

The truth is, at the end of the day,

it's what we do.

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

We decide who we are.

All right!

Morning, sleepyhead.

Sure, come right in.

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

he doesn't call the next day.

Imagine my surprise when he's banging down the door.

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

Breakfast?

Yeah, sure.

I'm starving.

Hey, how about that breakfast you promised me?

Cheese eggs my dad's specialty.

He called 'em heart stoppers. The breakfast of champions.

Good?

So, do you still think about it?

The farm, I mean.

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

Nope. Not about that.

I mean the training.

Do you think it changes you?

Learning to lie, deceive.

Yeah, sure.

I mean, I definitely think about things differently now.

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

Sure.

I got an idea.

Why don't we do stupid tourist things today?

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

look at John Dillinger's penis.

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

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

What do you say?

I got to work.

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

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

You sure you got to go to work?

Yeah. I'll see you tonight, right?

Yeah.

See you later. Bye.

Gorgeous dog.

Hey, fella. How you doing?

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

She's pretty. Thank you very much.

See you. Have a good day.

You can't park here.

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

Stop! Freeze!

Freeze!

Zack.

Zack.

Hey, you! Stop!

Stop!

Suspect's Caucasian and 5'10", wearing green jacket.

The delayed "A" train from St. Petersburg will be arriving in half an hour.

The "A" train from St. Petersburg will be arriving in half an hour.

Sorry. Hey!

...will be boarding in 15 minutes at Gate "D".

No sign of the suspect yet.

Green jacket, male, Caucasian.

Affirmative, 21. 5'10", brown hair.

This is the Shady Grove Red Line.

Next stop...

Burke here.

Zack's dead.

I killed him.

Where are you?

I killed him. He... he was working with Layla.

Jesus. James, just tell me what happened, now.

She met him.

I saw them.

Zack attacked me.

I killed him.

Well, I have to pull you out, then.

I have to get somebody else on this thing.

Look, let me do it.

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

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

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

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

I can do this.

Look, please. Trust me.

All right.

I'll come into town.

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

8:00.

OK. Navy Yards, "M" street, 8:00.

Thank you. Have a good weekend.

Layla, pull over the goddamn car!

Pull over the goddamn car!

James, what do you want?!

Shit!

Don't move! Don't move!

Open the door! Open it!

Don't move!

Unscrew the bottom. Do it!

Now!

OK.

Go.

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

What?

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

James, I didn't turn. You did.

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

Look, stop it! I know everything!

Your mission, the intel, your parents.

James, I'm CIA.

My mission was to assess the security protocols at Langley

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

I did.

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

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

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

You are a traitor, a double agent.

I followed you. Zack had your note.

Zack is working with me. Zack is CIA.

Zack is dead!

What?

James, Zack is CIA. He's...

He fired on me. I shot him.

What? I killed him.

Look, I am on a CIAsanctioned mission.

No.

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

No, Zack was. Zack was the NOC.

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

James. Orders from my control.

No.

Layla, go. Get out of here.

James, please, just... just listen to me, OK?

Just keep the gun on me.

Just keep it on there, OK? And give me your free hand.

Just give it to me, please.

OK? Just feel my pulse, OK?

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

Now, listen, I am not a double.

I work for the CIA. Zack works for the CIA.

We are on an agencysanctioned mission.

James...

Go.

Run far away. Disappear, Layla.

Disappear, Layla!

No! James!

Hello? Layla?

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

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

This is what I do programs, code.

James, where are you? It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter.

I think we started lying to each other almost as soon as we met, so

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

But I'm gonna anyway, OK?

Time's up. James...

James!

All right. Jeez!

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

Oh, man! My dick's on fire.

Layla says I'm a double agent!

Yeah. All right, Zack's dead!

What the hell is going on? Calm down.

No!

Open that glove compartment. I got napkins in there.

And put away that stupid gun.

It's only blanks.

Come on, I'm wet here.

Come on.

Start talking.

Start talking.

Congratulations. You passed your final test.

Test? These pants are ruined.

What do you mean, test?

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

Well, what about Ice 9? That a test?

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

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

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

What? Nothing's real.

Squibs?! No, I watched him die!

You did? Yes!

Well, I want you to tell him that,

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

You tell him you watched him die.

I'd like to see his face.

I'd like to see your face.

All right?

Who gave you the gun?

Who gave you the gun?! Me.

No one's using real bullets, remember?

Everything is roleplay. Remember?

Where were you when we were going through all this?

Put that gun out of my face.

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

Cos they're blanks in there. Just shoot, OK?

Point it at my chest and go ahead.

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

Go ahead, shoot. Fire.

Just shoot it!

Pull the trigger. Go ahead, try it.

Come...

James?

James?

Let me explain!

I don't know

what went wrong.

You seemed like the perfect recruit.

I mean, you were smart.

You were motivated.

Slayne, some of the others

thought you tried too hard to please me.

When you couldn't, you just snapped.

You know?

I tried to help you, James.

Got you a job at Langley after you washed out of the farm.

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

You got bitter.

You got angry.

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

who fell asleep when we needed them most."

Remember that? I got it on tape.

You see where this whole thing is going, James?

Go, go, go!

You called me.

You wanted to talk.

You said you had something to show me.

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

screw us all.

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

And we fought

and you hit me.

Well... Shit!

I got my cover.

You got yours?

You killed a man, son.

Killed by your hand.

You've got no way out but me.

You're gonna have to negotiate.

The Ice 9 program isn't real.

It's a fake!

Oh, no. It's real.

Switched it myself.

Remember?

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

It's getting it out that's a bitch. I could delete it right now. Erase it all!

That's how to play the game, James.

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

All right, that's enough. You stop.

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

Sensitive. You're a liar, a traitor!

He was none of those things.

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

I mean, now that we're letting it all hang out, airing our laundry.

Bullshit. No. He didn't work for us.

Bullshit. He did. He worked for the company.

Yeah. Shell Oil.

Sorry, kid. Dreams die hard.

So, now what?

Am I supposed to fall apart? Is that it?

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

Well, it's an option.

Well, here's another option: Shoot me. Go ahead.

Now, you sound like a sore loser to me.

Don't you appreciate the complexity of this thing?

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

And I pulled it off, too.

I'm clean. You're not.

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

All right, now, where might that be?

First, tell me why. Why me?

Why? How? When?

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

waiting for me to vomit out answers.

Why me?!

I needed a partner. You needed a father.

What is the principal job of a CIA officer?

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

I found you. I worked you.

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

$3 million. That's cash. This is America.

Now, are you gonna show me that computer?

All right?

Don't make me kill you, son. It ain't worth it.

It's all about the money.

You think you know me?

You think you know me, don't you?

You don't.

There was a time...

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

drops down on his knees,

starts weeping, asking forgiveness.

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

"What am I to do?"

"I do not believe in God any more."

"What am I to do?"

You know what the pope said?

"Fake it."

I couldn't fake it any more.

So now I'm gone.

You get it?

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

Now. Now!

All right! You want your computer?

It's over there behind my coat,

under the stairs.

It's all yours. Take it.

Showtime. Went to Langley. It's all over. They've heard it all, Burke.

Freeze!

Hold it there!

Well,

will you look at this?

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

What do you know?

What do we do now?

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

Hang the traitor.

You ready for that, Slayne?

I hear you.

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

I sold you out.

No way!

Jesus Christ.

27 years neckdeep in shit!

Sell you out?

Did I do my job?

I ask you, you do your job?

I hand you the target.

I tell you who and where. What do you do?

All you got to do is act. What do you do?

Do you do your job? No!

I'm obsolete!

I'm irrelevant!

Me! Shame on you!

You yanked me home! You shoved me out in the woods!

Some Ivy League prick... Jesus Christ.

Who's afraid of having dinner in D.C... The target is Burke.

I repeat, the target is Burke. Because of street crime is judging my worth,

shoving me in the fucking...

Put it down, Walter.

They came for you.

Yeah.

The line to the CIA was a fake.

You never told 'em.

No.

You did.

Nothing is what it seems.

God damn it, Walter.

You got me. Hand in the cookie jar.

You got to give me one thing.

I'm a scary judge of talent.

Here goes nothing. No.

Byebye. No!

No!

All right. Clayton, you ride with me.

We're gonna need to debrief you at Langley.

James?

Let's go, Clayton.

You all right, Clayton?

Yeah.

Forgot to turn your cellphone off.

That's how we tracked you your cellphone.

I didn't forget.

I knew she'd do her job.

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

Next time?

You were born to do this, James.

It's in your blood.