All language subtitles for Spy.Game.2001.1080p.BluRay.x264-OFT

(AMBULANCE SIREN BLARING)

(CYCLE BELLS RINGING)

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(CLATTERING)

(MEN JEERING)

(SPEAKING CANTONESE)

(MEN CHATTERING)

(SPEAKING CANTONESE)

(GROANING)

(SPEAKING CANTONESE)

(GUARDS CHATTERING)

(MAN COUGHING)

(GUARD SPEAKING CANTONESE)

(SCREAMING)

(SHOUTING IN CANTONESE)

(MAN SPEAKING CANTONESE)

(SPEAKING CANTONESE)

(SPEAKING CANTONESE)

(SPEAKING CANTONESE)

(GASPING)

You got maybe seven minutes.

(RADIO STATIC CACKLING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(CLICKING)

(MAN SPEAKING CANTONESE)

(SPEAKING CANTONESE)

(BEEPING)

(SPEAKING CANTONESE)

Six minutes.

(SHOUTING IN CANTONESE)

Almost got
one of the fuses fixed.

(SHRIEKING)

(WHIMPERING)

Shh!

(SHOUTING IN CANTONESE)

Thirty seconds.

Get out now.

(SPEAKING CANTONESE)

(SPEAKING CANTONESE)

(SPEAKING CANTONESE)

(SPEAKING CANTONESE)

(SPEAKING CANTONESE)

(GUNS COCKING)

(ALL SHOUTING)

(SCREAMING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Yeah?
It's Duncan.

What are you doing at home?
Jogging.

How long does it take you
to get to work?

Harry, what time is it there?

How long?
Thirty, 40 minutes. Why?

I'll give you 25 minutes
before I transmit.

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

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Duncan.
What the hell's
going on, Harry?

Read the cable.

Look, if I'm walking into
a shit storm,

I gotta know which way
the wind's blowing.

Boy Scout's in trouble.

What kind of trouble?

(TIRES SCREECHING)

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.

Let's see your
driver's license.

(ALARM WAILS)

Sorry, sir.

You need to come
to the desk with me, please.

Mr. Muir.

(KEYS CLACKING)

Duty roster has you
checking out tonight.

Just a reminder.
On your way out,

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

It's a date.

(BEEPING)

MUIR: You got a cable
from Hong Kong?

You check
the operations center?

I go up there,
Billy Nyland's gonna
want to collect

that $100 I owe him
from the 'Skins game.

Come on, Henry.
Pull it off the mainframe
for me, will you?

My last day.

Gladys.

Cubans are in the drawer
on the left.

If these walls could talk,
huh?

All this history.
I envy you.

Bag your job.
You can be just like me.

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

Chuck, are we gonna
dance all night
with your hand on my ass,

or are you gonna
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 wanna know?

We'll have your Bishop
op reports downloaded
and sorted in an hour or two.

That should give us
all the info we need. For now,
I'll just take your files.

Grab yourself a seat.
Make yourself comfortable.

It's gonna take me a while
to dig them up.

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

Oh, Muir,
good luck with the retirement.

The director sent this down.

Actually looks like
he signed it himself.

GLADYS: Oh, and 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 $100?

Harker said to bring this
file up. You wanna
buzz me through?

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

Sir?

Can you get that
Chinese translator?

MAN: No, that's pretty good.

Looks good.

REPORTER:
...as for the upcoming trade
negotiations in the Far East,

a team of negotiators has been
working with the Chinese

in an effort to streamline
the proceedings

and lay the groundwork 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 Communist...

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?

Muir?

Step this way.

Sit down here, please, Muir.

Jesus, Aiken.
How long has it been?

(SIGHING)

This task force have a name?

WILSON:
This is a tough one, Troy.

I'm gonna see you later.

You got it, Cy.

FOLGER: Nathan.

Troy.
FOLGER: Good to see you.
Thanks for stopping by.

FOLGER: (ON SPEAKER)
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, huh?
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, Nathan,

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.

Bishop has been classified
as a common criminal

and will be executed
at 8:00 a.m. 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 Harry Duncan.

Was?
Yes.

Until he took matters
into his own hands.

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

MUIR: (ON SPEAKER)
It would be nice to know
what gaps are filled.

I've only got ten fingers
here, you know?

I guess, kind of tough timing,
you know?

A week before
the President's road trip.

You guys afraid there's gonna
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?

Yeah.

Spring of '75.

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

And I had flown in country
to get an ARVN sniper

who'd been with us throughout
the Phoenix program.

He was a heavy hitter
named Binh.

(ROCKY MOUNTAIN WAY PLAYING)

I 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
came my way a while back,

but he's nowhere near
Binh's 40 confirmed.

How many has he got?
Three kills.

Christ. That's the best
you got?
He's a fine shot, sir.

Where is he?
Right over there.

Where? In the back?
Yeah.

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

Confirm that for me?
Yes, sir.

Why is he over there?

Oh, they live separate from
the other men, cook their
own food. Gook food.

Smells awful, sir.

Not to the enemy.

Send him in.
Yes, sir.

Yes, sir?

Bishop?

That's correct, sir.

(CLEARING THROAT)

Where are you from?
Hemet, California, sir.

Here, have a seat.

I take it you didn't get to
be a marksman putting food
on your mama's table.

No, sir, we have
a Safeway back home.

Where'd you learn to shoot?

Boy Scouts, sir.

Are you kidding me?
No, sir.

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

MUIR: He came across as one
of those idealistic types.

You know,
a little bit of an attitude.

Starts out trying to see what
he's made of, and ends up
not liking 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
upcoming Saigon offensive.

His name...
Don't need a name, sir.

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

Yeah, I'll do it, sir.

Okay.

MUIR: The Target will be
at a location

21 clicks away,
tomorrow morning at 09:00.

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

Will he be alone, sir?

He sometimes travels
with a bit of an entourage.

"A bit of an entourage"?

VY NGO: Red Shirt located.

Do you have in sight?
Red Shirt confirmed.

VY NGO:
Niner-eight-zero to gate.

One-zero-zero-five to table.

VY NGO: Wind,

5 miles left.

Target in sight.

(HELICOPTER HOVERING)

Bravo Six, Bravo Six.
Delta Two. Over.

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

Say again?
VY NGO: No shot.

Helo's obstructing target.
Over.

Helo? NVA doesn't
have air support.

VY NGO: Position in jeopardy.

Our position is
compromised. Over.

Say it again? Over.

BISHOP: 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.

Move.

Come on, come on.

(SOLDIERS CLAMORING)

Delta Two, Delta Two.
Bravo Six, over.

(GRUNTING)

(GUN FIRING)

Sorry about your man, Captain.

You wanna 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?

(CHUCKLING)

Well, we were in a place
we weren't supposed to be,

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

Of course, we weren't
officially at war with
North Vietnam, either,

but...
Is that a no?

Oh, 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.

Muir's secretary's on...

(MAN WHISPERING)

Hmm.

This will just take a second.

FOLGER: Stop recording.
Stop tape.

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

Go ahead.
Wanna take it outside?

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

Hello?

Got your message.
You want me to start
a fire yet?

Oh, 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.

Uh-huh.

Okay.

Uh-huh.

If there were any instances
of personal dysfunction...

Right.

MUIR: Okay.

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

It's insubstantial.
Right.

Mmm-hmm. Okay.

That'll be good.

Because presidential findings
have no real importance.

You still there?

Yeah.

So he was an assassin
recruited to kill.

Sounds good.

Bye-bye.

(SIGHING)

Sorry. Wife planning
a retirement dinner.

Assassin?

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.

No, hey, you guys have
better things to do

than to rummage through
my office, right, Chuck?

He's on his way down.

GLADYS: 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?

Nothing.

Get me Digger Gibson's number.

Shit!

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

(BISHOP PANTING)

(SPEAKING CANTONESE)

No!

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

They shut down my secure line,
last day and all.

Can I use yours?

Well...
Thanks.

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

Right.

AIKEN: There's nothing there.
HARKER: It's not in English?

It's not in English, either.

This fax just came in
a few moments ago, sir.

Yeah.

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

Mmm.

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.

6:50 this morning,
a call originated from station
to Muir's home.

He knew about Bishop
before he got here.
And he played dumb.

Yeah, this is Harker.
I need confirmation
on all calls

in and out of
Nathan Muir's office.

Gee, I'm hungry.

WOMAN: Hong Kong Herald.
Digger Gibson, please.

One moment, sir.

DIGGER: Hello?
Gibby, old boy.

Nathan. To what do I
owe this honor?

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's not gonna be easy.

Come on, Gibby.

That's never
stopped you before.

Give me 30 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.
MUIR: Yeah.

Well, back then,
recruitment took time.

Bishop was evacuated
with the last of them
on the 30th of April,

and that gave me a month
to do my homework.

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

scoutmaster,

pulled his dad's records
from the Pentagon,

then started to move
some pieces around
on the board.

And my plan was
to isolate and alienate.

(BROTHERS IN ARMS PLAYING)

MUIR: I had his CO

give him just 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 complete misdirect.

It needs to go to military HQ
in Mannheim, you understand?

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Fuck!

MUIR: 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.
SANDY: Yeah, hi.

Sandy, this is Tom Bishop.

Tom, right?
Yes, sir.

Tom, sir.
Tom. How are you?

Nice to meet you.

FOLGER: Sandy?
My second wife.

Second wife?

He asked me
what I was doing in Berlin.

I told him I was there
as a military liaison of sort.

It's good to hear
an American voice again,
I'll tell you that.

I'll bet. I'll bet.

What are you doing
for Christmas?

No plans.

(LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW,
LET IS SNOW PLAYING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Central Intelligence?

Train you as an agent.

You'd be working for me,
mostly undercover.

Europe?
Wherever the action is.

What if I preferred
to just go home?

That's okay. It's fine.

I can probably make
arrangements for you

to end your tour of duty
in San Diego,

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

But look, it's your choice.

(CHUCKLING)

The next day,
we started his tradecraft.

MUIR: The 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.

BISHOP: That's disappointing.

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 the question,
"What's wrong
with this picture?

"Anything suspect?"

You gotta see it, assess it,
and dismiss most of it

without looking,
without thinking.

Without thinking?
It's just like breathing.

You breathe, don't you?

Always carry cigarettes
and a lighter, too.
Great icebreaker.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)
(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Okay, I want you to listen,
but I want your concentration

to be on something different.
Anything else so you don't
react.

Understand?
Yes.

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.

Threat?

Wait. How'd you see that?

(EXCLAIMING)

See that apartment building?
Yeah.

Know anyone who lives there?
No.

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 10 seconds.

Solicit information
from someone.

Gladly.

(CHATTERING)

The 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 just gave her four pieces
of personal information

for one dubious,
impersonal fact.

Just trying to find out
where she got that dress.

Where are you from?
So when's your birthday?

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

Okay, what did you tell her?
One, you're straight.
Two, you're engaged.

Three, tomorrow's
your girl's birthday.

And four, 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.

Okay.

(MEN CHATTERING IN GERMAN)

(SIGHING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

I thought
spies drank martinis.

Scotch,
never less than 12 years old.

Is that right?

Agency rules?
My rules.

All right, so what else?
What else do I need to know?

Put away some money
so you can die someplace warm.

Don't ever touch it.

Not for anyone. Ever.

Okay.

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
who had just come over
the Wall,

look him straight in the eye,

and ask him to go back
to the place he just fled
and spy for us.

(BISHOP SPEAKING GERMAN)

MUIR: He got so good at it,
he could close
in a single afternoon,

send the poor guy out
with a smile on his face.

Let me get this straight.

You allowed a contract agent
to develop assets?

He was that good.

I thought he'd make
a fine case officer someday.

Let's get on with it.

I'd like to hear
whatever you can offer
about Operation Rodeo.

Rodeo?
The Cathcart affair?

(WHISPERING)

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

You know, this would
go a lot faster, you guys,

if you'd tell me a little
something about the op.

What's it called? Sideshow?

What about it?

How'd you come by
this information?

Just stuff we learn
in the field.

FOLGER: 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.

We had the Ambassador
in our crosshairs

until some information
leaked when he was
out of the country,

so that just left
one possibility.

Ann.
Hello.

Ann Cathcart.

MUIR: 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.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Fuck!

The passport's in
the glove box. There's some
vodka. Spill it on your coat.

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

And where is Mrs. Muir?
Patricia left me,
and she filed for divorce.

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

Patricia?
Yeah, my third wife.

My God,
how many wives have you had?
Four.

You wanna hear about them
or Bishop?

You see that gentleman?
WOMAN: Yeah.

He's the Ambassador.

Why don't you go over there
and say hello to him?

Okay.
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 have
stopped us by now.

This time tomorrow, your wife,
your kids will all be safe
in Munich.

And listen,
I gotta make a stop.
What?

It's a scheduled stop.
It's okay. I gotta make
a phone call.

They'll follow you.
Friedrich, it's all
taken care of, okay?

If they ask,
tell them I got sick.

(SIREN WAILING)

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?

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Are you bringing
someone across?

Yes?
Vodka did me in.
I'm coming home.

Throw out the bottle.
Repeat that?

Throw out the bottle.
They know.
They don't know.
They don't fucking know.

They'll be waiting.
Drop as close to checkpoint
as possible.

Negative, we're coming across.
No. That's an order.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

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

(MAN SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(VOMITING)

(GROANING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Change of plans, Friedrich.

No.

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.

Just get out of the car.
I will not
get out of this car.

Friedrich, get out of the car.
I will not get out!

Get out!
I will not! No! No! No!

No!

Get out. Get out!

Please. My wife, my children.

I can't help you.

(YELLING)

(POLICEMEN CHATTERING)

(CHATTERING IN GERMAN)

(OFFICER SPEAKING GERMAN)

Nathan, what happened?
What went wrong?

Nothing.
Nothing?

Actually, one thing.

Don't ever question me again.
Ever.

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

You don't ask why.

Those 10 seconds on the phone
could've blown the op.

The op was
bringing Schmidt across.
The op was
setting up Ann Cathcart,

and your end
had to look legit.

What are you telling me?
Schmidt was bait?
Yes.

Nathan, they executed him
on a shitty cellar floor!

It could've been you.
Let me tell you something
about Schmidt.

He went to the Russians
a week ago and said he had
a contact, an American.

Somebody he could use.
Don't tell me that.

Don't fucking tell me that.
You didn't look in his eyes.

Don't tell me that!

He was your asset.
Somebody you used
for information.

Jesus Christ! You just...

You don't just trade
these people like
they're baseball cards.

It's not a fucking game!
Oh, yes, it is.
That's exactly what it is.

And it's no kid's game,
either. This is
a whole other game.

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

Nathan, we killed this man.

We used him,
and we killed him.

Okay, then you gotta help me
understand this one.

You... Nathan,
what are we doing here?

Don't give me some bullshit
about the greater good.

That's exactly
what it's about.

Because what we do
is unfortunately very,
very necessary.

And if you're not willing to
sacrifice scum like Schmidt

for those that want nothing
more than their freedom,

then you better take
a long hard look at your
chosen profession, my friend,

because it doesn't
get any easier.

Why did you use me?
Do you wanna walk?

You wanna walk?

Walk.

You should have told me
about the op.

You used me.
I did.

And listen to this 'cause
this is important. If you had
pulled some stunt over there,

if you'd gotten 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.

(CLEARING THROAT)

Yeah.

Beaten to death.
Vopos never solved the case.

And Bishop was in Berlin
when this happened.

We were both in Berlin.

Do you recall Bishop's
reaction to the news that
Ann Cathcart was dead?

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?

Troy?

Hold transcription.
Hold video.

Sideshow was a bugging op.

Listening to
government offices
in eastern China.

The trade talks?
Hmm.

And you're afraid the lid
to the cookie jar is gonna
slam shut on our hand?

Oh, come on, guys.

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

That's not necessarily so.

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

That gives you, what,
10, 12 hours to make a trade.

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

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.

HADLEY: Let go of me!

(WHISPERING)
I think you should see it.

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

It has just been confirmed
that the Chinese claim

to have arrested
an American operative
of the CIA.

While the State Department
remains quiet,

official sources say
that the individual,

working out of the American
consulate in Hong Kong,

was captured in an act
of espionage.

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

which is in the middle of
trade negotiations with China.

The US government is now
in the process of negotiating
for his release.

We are so fucked.
The embassy promised
to keep us abreast

of the situation
as it develops.

This is Frank Nall,
live in Hong Kong.

Guess that limits our options.

I wanna 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.

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

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.

Good.

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. I'll send you
a postcard.

From where?
Oh, not a chance.

You'll 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?

(SIGHING)

Thank you. Thank you.

Have a nice day.
Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

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

And 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 14 months ago.

While the CIA
has made no official comment,

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

The discredited story
has been attributed

to an overzealous member
of the Chinese government,

who leaked the false
information in the hopes

of undermining the current
US trade negotiations.

This is Frank Nall,
live in Hong Kong.

Mr. Muir?

(SHOUTING IN CANTONESE)

(SCREAMING)

(LAUGHING)

Told you you'd miss it.

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

Listen, Gladys,
I gotta 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 wanna 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?

I mean, if anybody knew
the back story...
I mean, it would... Well,

it's just that it would make
a congressional hearing

really worth watching.

By the way,
that's not in the op reports.

(BEEPING)

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

Relax, Kappler.
If I didn't have clearance,
how did I get in?

Where's this report?
I just came from
the seventh floor,

and there's some people
pretty disappointed it hasn't
arrived yet.

Hold on.

What report?

Come on. You were at
the briefing this morning.

You know I'm talking about
Tom Bishop.
Bishop went rogue.

Yeah, and they were
gonna pull him out

until somebody up there,
and I'm not gonna say who,

said that your department
claimed there weren't
enough resources.

Who said that?

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

Now, Operation Sideshow.
That's near the prison, right?

Near Su Chou.

China. Come on.

Any air support?

(PAGER BEEPING)

Oh.

Shit, that's probably Folger.

Yup.

P'eng Hu Islands.
Commander Wiley's outfit.

Forty minutes
from Su Chou Prison.

Thank you.

Oh, hey,

I'm having a little retirement
dinner party tonight.

Services library. Say, 7:00?
Sure.

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

What was that all about?
What?

What did Muir want?
He was just talking.

What about?
His party.

I don't think you're invited.

Gladys?

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

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.
That'll have to go through
Folger's office.

I'm aware of that.

I also need info
on an outfit of ours
in the P'eng Hu Islands.

Commander Wiley's outfit.

Muir?

Muir, wait up.

And call Kappler
in the map room.

Tell him my party's canceled.
Your party?

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

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

(SIGHING)

You got something
in your teeth.

Harker says you might care
to enlighten us

on information
that's not in your op reports?

I just wanna help out.

Is it relevant to
the issue at hand?

MUIR: I know
who Bishop was after.

Elizabeth Hadley.

Pull up what we have
on Hadley.

MUIR: There was
a tip-of-the-sword deal
out of Beirut,

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

By '85,
the place was a nightmare.

NEWSREPORTER:
...surrounding areas into a
new round of bitter fighting.

Sheikh Salameh was our target.

He ran a large
terrorist faction

that had taken out
a number of American targets,

including at least one
of the embassy bombings

that left 212 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.

What we knew about him

was that he was
extremely dangerous,
extremely paranoid,

and 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 Sheikh.

I set him up at the Commodore,

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

(MIDDLE EASTERN MUSIC PLAYING)

His cover was as
a photojournalist.
He was good.

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.

Took him seven weeks,

but Bishop found a way
to get to the Sheikh.

Hi.
Hi.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING IN ARABIC)

HADLEY: Yeah, tobacco.
See, cigarettes.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

I'm showing them,
for God's sake.

HADLEY: Fine...

Fine.

(CHILDREN SHOUTING)

Okay, calm down.

Calm down!

MUIR: 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 Sheikh's doctor.

Take the antibiotics
and the morphine
straight into the hospital.

The rest of the stuff,
the hypos, the bandages...

(CAMERA CLICKING)

Oh, fuck.

Hey, what happened to
the kid over here?

Oh, he was trying to take
the hill. It's in the
north end of the camp.

If they make it,
they're clear into a safe zone

where they can get
medical supplies and food.

'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.

Maybe get something
published for you.
For me?

Yeah, let the world know
what's going on here.

Well, I don't know, Terry.

Maybe we can
work something out.

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

Anyway, Bishop did
a "day in the life"
spread on the doctor

that we got printed
in the Times.

DOCTOR: Why don't you
take a look at...

So with that
relationship intact,
things looked good.

It's good.

Then again, this was Beirut.

We didn't know when the doctor
was going to be giving
the Sheikh his physical,

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

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

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

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Hello?
MAN: Muir has arrived.

Huh?
Can you get over here soon?

Right. Okay.
Good.

All right.

(MUEZZIN CALLING)

What's wrong?

Israeli troops

moving into the Bekaa Valley.

Where in the Bekaa?
South end.

God, it's 5:30.

With the roadblocks,
you won't get there till noon.

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

(PRIESTS CHANTING PRAYERS)

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

Hey, it's a new day.

Far too early, you psycho.
What is it?
The Sheikh, 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?

Missed you, too.

What do you want?
Flowers at 5:00
in the morning?

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

Oh, I got a good spot.
Yeah?

Yeah, taught the guy
to make migas.

Migas?
Yeah.

Mexican restaurant in Beirut,
huh? I'm impressed.

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

(MACHINE GUN FIRING)

This better be the best
damn breakfast I ever had.

Oh, no. It's delicious.
You'll love it.

'Course we have to make it
to the end of the alley.

You're gonna make
a beautiful corpse.

(GUNS FIRING)

Happy birthday, Nathan.

You know Langley
has seven different
birth dates for you?

Well, they're all wrong.
I know. Believe me,
it wasn't easy.

KGB, Mossad, also wrong.

Fortunately,
I was well-trained.

Tom, I'm speechless.

Where the hell
did you find something
like 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.

(MEN CHATTERING IN ARABIC)

Here we go.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

How're we doing?
The Sheikh's scheduled
for a physical.

I made contact
with his doctor,
who is also his cousin.

That sounds right.

Doctor's name is Ahmad,
works at a refugee camp
south of town.

I got to him through
an aid worker.
Blonde or brunette?

I didn't say it was a she.
Is she cute?

(CHUCKLING)

Just someone I used to
get to the camp.

Is she gonna be
any further use to us?
Not to us.

Another piece of
nasty business.

Langley wants a backup.

Okay.

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.

(TIRES SQUEALING)

You're 10 minutes late.
Nathan, we're okay.
I just got hung up.

Look, we got zero room
for error here.

You're right. You're right.
It won't happen again.

Ahmad. Good to see you.
Oh, how are you, sir?

Oh, I'm great. Thank you.
Thank you.

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

You good on time?
Yes, okay.

Okay.

Hello, Doctor.
How are you, sir?

Fine, thank you. May I?
Please.

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 CO2 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.

MUIR: 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.

(MIDDLE EASTERN MUSIC PLAYING)

Yeah.

(CHATTERING)

Scotch.

What's wrong?
Nothing.

Excuse me, sir?

See the gentleman at the bar?

Would you get him
a double of your
cheapest Scotch?

Okay.
Thank you.

Who is it?

It's this guy.
He works at the embassy.

He helped me out with
a passport problem.

Excuse me.

The gentleman here
offered you a Scotch.

Good guy, a really good guy.

Terry. It's Terry, right?
Right.
Good to see you again, Nathan.

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

Elizabeth Hadley, Nathan Muir.

Pleased to meet you.
Nice to meet you.

What you probably don't know
is that he mentioned you
at the embassy,

said he met a beautiful girl,
and he wanted to extend
his stay.

Now that's gotta be you,
right?

Well, you never know.
You wanna join us?

Well, maybe just for
a minute. I don't wanna
be a third wheel.

So what brings you
to this part of the world?

Well, I'm with
an international aid
organization.

Oh, how do you
keep track of it all?

"It all"?

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

Seventeen sects,
all claiming their
birthright here.

Do you have a favorite?
Our organization's neutral.

God, that must be nice.
Being neutral.

Never having to take sides.
Sleeping like a baby.

That's a simplistic way
to look at things...
No, please, don't defend me.

What?
No, no, she's right.
She's right.

So how do you sleep,
Elizabeth?

Hey.
Well, actually, I don't.

It's the shelling
I can't quite get used to,
you know?

All night. Why?
It's more effective that way.
Families at home.

Greater chance for casualties.
Good business.

Yeah, and quite a lot of
these shells,

they seem to come
from the sea, from warships.

Funny, too,
now that I think about it,

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

China, Syria, Iraq,
Iran, the US.

This place is like 31 flavors,
something for everyone.

Bad day at the office,
Nathan?
Shit.

Yeah, you're right.
I apologize.

Jesus, here you are,
kind enough to invite me
to your table,

and I start talking politics
right 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 to be able to return.

Why should that concern you?
What are you talking about?

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

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

She's a fanatic.
Stop it.

This is ridiculous.
Yeah, you just met this guy.

No, please.
Please, stay with your friend.

What the fuck are you doing?
Exactly what
you should have done.

Your homework.
Nathan, she set us up
with Ahmad.

Oh, yeah,
so she's just an asset, huh?

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'd 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.

Tell me I'm wrong, Tom.
Tell me you knew about him.

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

but my personal life
is my business.
You stay out of it.

Oh, okay.

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

(CHATTERING)

Am I getting played here?

Hmm?

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

Oh, you're accusing 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?

You know, I make deals,
provide introductions

and anything to try
and 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 the Chinese government.

It was supposed to be empty,
and it wasn't. And I have to
live with that.

Fine. Well, that's me.
What about you?

You can start small there.
Your name?
You know my name.

Your name?

Terry.
Tell me your real name,
please.

Terry.
Jesus, you're pathetic.

MUIR: 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
claimed the life
of the Premier's nephew,

and they don't tend to
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.

Ever been to Argentina?

You okay?
Yes, I am okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Half a drop of this
on the skin. He'll be dead
within 12 hours.

You will use this stethoscope.

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

and then you'll place the cap
back on. Make sure you don't
brush up against it.

Got it?
Yeah.

That's it.

Tell me, is it hard?

Is what hard?

To take a life.

Yeah.

The Sheikh wants me
to come at noon on Friday.

Which was just
four long days away.

Intelligence showed us
that he was in the process

of planning a major attack
on the civilian sector
of West Beirut.

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

So it was imperative
that everything went
according to plan.

So 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 Sheikh,

in case the plan
with the doctor failed.

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?"

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

My name's Tom.

And then on Thursday,

the day before
the Sheikh's physical,

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

Sheikh got antsy,
and the water boiled over.

Tom Bishop on the phone.
Yeah?

The Sheikh wants them there
within the hour.

So here we go.
Nathan, the doc's not with me.

Where the hell is he?

The Amal retaliated
against the Palestinians
and shelled the camp.

You let him go?
Nathan.

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

The Lebanese militia
is not an option.

We let the Sheikh get away,
we are dead in the water.

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

(HORN HONKING)

Get out of the way!

Move!

Ahmad, it's time.

I'm sorry. We gotta go now.

(HORN HONKING)

Fuck! Move!

(GUNS FIRING)

(PHONE RINGING)

DOUMET: Hello?
It's Muir. Where are we?

Looks like they're
packing up to go.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Move! Move!

And?
Could be an hour.
Could be ten minutes.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(CRASHING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(PEOPLE YELLING)

Get out of the way!

Come on! Move!
Move! Move! Move!

Get out of the fucking way!

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

(MAN SHOUTING IN ARABIC)

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

(MOB SCREAMING)

Okay. Okay, good luck, Ahmad.

Ahmad, we gotta go.
You okay?

Yes.
You okay?

Yes. Yes.
Okay.

Thank you.

(CHATTERING)

(DOG BARKING)

(PANTING)

(ENGINE ACCELERATING)

(MEN SHOUTING)

(MAN SHOUTING)

MUIR: The destruction was
a little more extensive
than anyone anticipated.

Our Lebanese friends

were just a little insecure
about this being their
first big mission,

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

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

(SHOUTING IN ARABIC)

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

I didn't see him again
until a week later,

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

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

That was the last time
I saw him.

Happy?

Seventy-four 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.

Hooked up with another op.

Probably for the best.

Is this about her?

No.

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.

BISHOP: Lizzy?

(PHONE RINGING)

Yes?

I'm on my way.

I've got to go brief
the White House. We'll finish
this up at 07:00 tomorrow.

The files
you requested, sir.
Thank you.

MAN: 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.

Troy,

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

All this,

it was about something,
wasn't it?

Yes.

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, 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.

(BEEPING)

Mitch Alford, please.
Good morning, Thomas Quinn.

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.

The 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.

Shouldn't we discuss this?
No, and I don't care
about the penalties.

I wanna have access to it now.
Nathan, save for
a rainy day and all that.

Look, I know what I'm doing.
Wire transfer the balance
to this account:

1712448292.

First Maritime
of Grand Cayman.
Grand Cayman?

That's it. Thanks, Mitch.

This is Harker.

I need to 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 take a look upstairs.
No problem.

Get a load of this.

What?

He consolidated his
international trading account.

He what?
Sent them to a bank
in Grand Cayman.

Get me his account balance.
Right.

(PHONE RINGING)

Yeah?
Harry, it's Muir.

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

Embassy.

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
this under the radar?
Kowloon Marriott.

Look, what the hell is
going on here, Muir?

You gotta trust me on this,
Harry.
Why should I trust you?

Jesus, you recommended
Boy Scout to me
in the first place.

Call me on my cell.

Muir?

(SIGHING)

What's going on, Unger?
I'm looking for my badge.

I don't understand it.
It's always...

Where's Muir?
Looks like
he's gone for the day, sir.

What?

How much longer?

Print them out
and send them up.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Yeah?
DUNCAN: 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're gonna
ask him for help? He's
gonna be dead in six hours.

No, 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 of complete
blackout at Su Chou.

And Harry?
Yeah?

Give me bottom dollar.

(GLASS BREAKING)

(GLASS TINKLING)

(MAN SHOUTING IN CANTONESE)

(PHONE RINGING)

(GRUNTING)

Yeah?

Deng wants 500,000 yuan

for the power-out
at Su Chou.
MUIR: No way.

(I'M ALWAYS HERE PLAYING)

Tell him 100K,
and I'll pay in dollars.

(SIGHING)

(SPEAKING MANDARIN)

(SPEAKING MANDARIN)

Well, he won't risk it
for less than 300,

but he will take dollars.

Five years ago,
it would have cost 20 grand.

Five years ago,
Deng would not have
had to bribe

10 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 282 grand
in the Grand Cayman account
and that's it.

(SPEAKING MANDARIN)

Okay, it's a done deal.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGING)

Morning, Gladys.

Oh, if the wife calls,
tell her I'll be upstairs.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGING)

(MEN CHATTERING)

Good morning, gentlemen.
Director Wilson.
Good morning. Have a seat.

I found some extra stuff
on Bishop.

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

Harker, you wanna go ahead?

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

About Bishop?
No, about you, Muir.

About the past 24 hours.

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

What are you talking about?

I've done nothing
but cooperate.
Cooperate?

Have I withheld anything?

Certainly the fact that
Harry Duncan tipped you off
to Bishop's situation

before you even
arrived here yesterday.

Yet you chose
to play dumb with us.

Why?

Okay.

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 were discussing
a personal matter.
Harry Duncan's gone missing.

Oh, yeah? Well,
good for Harry. He deserves
some time away.

With your $282,000?

Muir transferred that amount
to a Grand Cayman account
yesterday.

As of an hour ago, it's gone.

You wanna 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's a front.
He's MI6's man in Hong Kong.

Anything else, Harker?

Yes, sir. Yesterday,
Imagery 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 03:00
this morning.

All right, give it to me.

Thank you.

Is this China?

Muir?

I believe it is, sir,

and I think it would behoove
Mr. Muir to tell us

exactly what $282,000
has bought him there.

Muir?

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.

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

Because of the changing
weather patterns
and the erosion

that's occurring along
the coastline of the beaches

and the fact that
it's my life savings,

I just wanted to be sure.

Sorry.

FOLGER: 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, 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 US diplomat
convicted of espionage,

(SCREAMING)

and she was flown to
a high-security prison
near Su Chou, Eastern China.

The 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 it.

And you took it upon yourself
to do this deal,

and you were alone in this.

Yeah, just me.

(WHISPERING) Muir's secretary
is on the phone.

Your secretary's
on the phone, line one.

Yeah?
I've got Commander Wiley.

Connect us.

Commander Wiley, sir!

Fax received.
What's the verdict?

We're on for tonight.
Roger, sir. Understand.

Operation Dinner Out is a go.
Confirm?

Correct. Dinner Out is a go.

Dinner out's a go?
Hell of a way to speak
to your wife.

Why do you think
they keep dumping him?

(ELECTRONIC BEEPING)

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.

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?

No.

(HELICOPTER ENGINE WHIRRING)

(GUNS FIRING)

(OFFICER SHOUTING)

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 a thousand times.
Aiken,

would you escort Mr. Muir
from the building?

Dinner with his wife?

Why?

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

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

And Peggy, that's three.
He was only married once.

This is Black Hawk One.
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.
Then who was he talking to?

(BELL RINGING)

There's been
an incident in China.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

(ROCKY MOUNTAIN PLAYING)