(DISTANT VOICES) You cannot sleep here! Oh! Oh! (MAN SHOUTS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE) Please, let me go home. Please! I'm not who you think I am. I'm really not who you think I am. I am... (MAN SHOUTS) Please, I'm not a spy. You are a spy. (SHE MUMBLES) Please let me go home. Try again! I am not a spy, I am a businesswoman. (SHOUTS) I work in the sale of petroleum and gas. Please call them. I want you to ring- You are here to sabotage our nuclear ambition. I'm not... I'm not a spy. I'm not a spy. I'm not a spy! (SHE CRIES OUT) (MAN SPEAKS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE) (SHE STRUGGLES TO BREATHE) (FAINTLY) I am not a spy. I am not a spy. It is through the grace and... (INDISTINCT) (SPEAKS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE) ..that the Democratic People's Republic of Korea... (INDISTINCT) Keep your head down. Don't say anything until we make the swap. In case Kim Jong-il here changes his mind. Exchange. I don't understand. You don't understand what? All the rules say to leave me, that one life is not worth blowing operational cover. You got that right. If we have to lose someone for the greater good, we will. So why did you do it? Well, I didn't do it. He did. Once he found out where you were, there was no stopping him. He petitioned the Senate, State Department. We didn't need the publicity, so I figured we better do something or he's gonna invade this goddamn rice-paddy republic himself. You OK? Yeah. (TALK RADIO IN BACKGROUND) Hey. Good morning. Happy anniversary. You want me to make you breakfast? How about pancakes? You're cooking? You're joking, you like my cooking. You're cooking? You're joking, you like my cooking. Germans don't joke. Bert likes my cooking. Get your bugs off the table. They're spiders. They're bugs. (They're spiders.) (They're bugs.) (VIDEO CLIP) "Fold the next layer back as you did the two before it." "Turn the napkin over." "Fold both sides back and over one another about a third of the way." "Check for symmetry, press and fold down well." Are you doing this on company time? It's my anniversary and I want it to be perfect. But, that is not sexy. No, but it is utilitarian and utilitarian is the new sexy. Ran the trace, first name Usem, last name Utsa. Any verifiable hits? One. Francis, do me a favour. Stick that in the safe till tomorrow. Mata Hari here's got a big night tonight. Yes, sir. Right away, sir. Sir? Do I look like a, "sir" to you? From head to toe. I'm surprised he didn't call you "Your Majesty". I like the ring of that. I think I prefer "Your Majesty". Was I ever that young? (LAUGHS) Younger. Walk me out. (LIFT BELL) How did the Oval Office briefing go? The usual. The President wants to know what's happening in Russia the day before it happens. And you? I heard the interview went well. Mm. Fingers crossed Are you sure about this? Once you start pushing paper, there's no turning back. I had the strangest feeling when I was out last time. I was homesick. Homesick? Sir. Sir! We got a walk-in. A defector, ten minutes ago. Here? Guess he's not buying our cover. D'you have his bona fides? He's Russian. He says he's FSB, but won't give us any more. He's a strange guy. How's his English? Passable, not great. But if we got down to the subtleties of English nuance... Ted, Mike's gonna be waiting for me at home. And I got a plane to catch. Come on, Salt, no one can sort out a nut job from the real thing faster than you. I got 25 minutes. I got 26. Let's go. We'll decide when we know more. > Who called Counter Intelligence? Not me. Hey, Ted. We're crashing the party. Peabody. Salt. (MAN) Please remove the hood. Microphones are on. (WOMAN) Checking levels. Baseline recorded. (COMPUTERS BEEP THROUGHOUT) Neuroscan is up. Ready to go. Ev. Mm. Commencing audio and visual recording. (EAR PIECE) "Testing ear piece." Interview has commenced at 14:42. You're married. Ha. A husband must be a distraction for a female intelligence officer. We're here to talk about you. So what is your name? My name is Oleg Vassily Orlov. I have cancer. I'm moved. A defector with cancer. Are you selling secrets for chemo, or are you afraid of dying? If I have gained anything by damning myself, it is that I no longer have anything to fear. (SPEAKER) "Russia is also dying." Oleg Vassily Orlov. Shows up in 1993 in Novosibirsk blast, Siberia. He was on Viktor Berezovsky's staff there. He checks out as FSB. (WOMAN) The scan says he's truthful on the cancer. Prior to '93? (DEFECTOR) "Russia was strong, powerful..." Nothing. He doesn't exist. (DEFECTOR INDISTINCT) I have somewhere I need to be, Mr Orlov. So, if you wouldn't mind getting to the point. (SPEAKS RUSSIAN) In English, please. (SPEAKER) "Others are listening." 1975. The Cold War. In a gymnasium in Grozny, a Soviet Olympic wrestler named Sasha Todorovic Chenkov, meets for the first time, the only female chess grandmaster of her era. (GIVES HER NAME INDISTINCTLY) Within a month they were married. And within a year, a child. One month more, the child was back in the same hospital, sick with fever. And to within days after that, the child suddenly was dead. Yes, a child was dead. And, yes, a child was buried. But the Chenkov baby was still alive and became the property of another man. A master spy who had devised the greatest plan a Russian patriot could ever invent. A plan to destroy America. It had all started with an American named Lee Harvey Oswald. In 1959, he emigrated to Russia. Three years later, he returned home. But, the man who came back to America was, in fact, a Russian spy named Alek. On November 22nd, 1963, Alek became the first success of the new programme and a hero of the Soviet Union. The spy master was now given the go-ahead to create many more like Alek. Scores of agents, males and females, to be substituted for Americans. (CHILDREN SINGING) At an abandoned monastery, Chenkov and other boys and girls learned English long before they learned Russian. Drilled in idiom, idiosyncrasy and... ..ideology. And by methods of rigorous physical and psychological programming. The spy master made warriors of iron, unquestioned and unbreakable. You're killing me, man. When does the good fairy come in? Never. It's a story without hope. Chenkov was matched with the child of a visiting American family. There was an accident, the family died. Chenkov was sent to America to live a complete lie. and to patiently await the day to attack from within - Day X. The long-awaited mission is here. Chenkov will travel to New York City to kill the president of Russia... ..at the funeral of the American vice-president. Chenkov is KA12. "KA". (TYPES) Cold War legend. "Highly trained Russian sleeper agents inserted into American society to sabotage and assassinate." Supposedly, they'd wait years to strike. Decades even. Hmm. Supposedly. What's the matter? You don't believe in moles? I believe in moles, alright. Just not the boogeyman. Especially if the plan is to kill their own president. This guy's selling smoke. Wrap it up, Ev. "So a Russian agent is gonna kill the Russian president." Is that it? Mm. Mm-hm. OK. Thank you very much and what would you like in return for that information? I simply wish to help you do what you need to do. You're good. KA programme is brilliant bullshit. But I'm officially off duty, so, you can tell the rest of your little story to one of my colleagues. Salt. Yes? The name of the Russian agent is Salt. Evelyn Salt. My name is Evelyn Salt. Then you are a Russian spy. (WOMAN) "Truthful. So far, the FMRI scan registered as truthful on everything he said." Ted. Call Protective Services. Make sure they find my husband. Whoa! I need to get to the phone. No, no. Not after the neuroscan. Cos he didn't flutter? I can beat it five times in six. I am trained to and so is he. I need my phone, I need to call my husband. Let me call my husband. Let me see it. There's a reason he mentioned my wedding ring. When they blow up a spy, they blow up their whole cover life. You know that. Yeah. Remember what happened to Henley's wife? Yes. Speaker. "Please leave a message after the tone. Bye." (TONE BEEPS) Honey, it's me. Please call me as soon as you get this. OK, sweetheart? As soon as you get this. God speed, Comrade Chenkov. Oh... Someone interrogate that piece of shit. Someone who enjoys getting answers. Look, Ev, try to stay calm. I'm not a goddamn Russian spy. I didn't say you were. Let's go up to my office and we can sort this out. No. We gotta go to a secure location. Now. Alright. Doesn't get any more secure than this. Ev? Five minutes. Call Protective Services... I will. ..and tell them to find Mike. This is bullshit. Give us a sec. I'll be right in. I know we're heading into your jurisdiction here, but I'm asking for five minutes. No. (BOTH INAUDIBLE) If I have to, yes. You can't have time alone. I have to talk to her. She's scared. I don't care. I don't care. There is a mole in Russia House, a mole in Russia House. I am sure. (BUZZER) Please step in the elevator. (GRUNTING THROUGHOUT) I'm really not who you think I am. I am... (MAN SHOUTS) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATION) (INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION) What the hell is that? (ALARM SOUNDS IN DISTANCE) Sir. (INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION) (ALARM CONTINUES THROUGHOUT) RADIO: No one saw him coming out the front. (INDISTINCT VOICES ON RADIO) (Jesus Christ.) Here he is again. No sign of him so far on the street. It's two minutes to go before we lock down. Anything on him? We just got a match, sir. May Day, 1981, there's Brezhnev and there... Orlov. That's him. Used to be a heavyweight, once upon a time. Get that photo out. Every ticket counter, airport, train station, taxi dispatch, the whole nine yards. Get Director Medford on a secure line, now. Yes, sir. Top-right screen. Is that live? Yes, sir. Where is she going? Track her. (LIFT BELL) (PA) No one may leave the building. Rink Petroleum. Security. You have a woman to your left behind you. "Evelyn Salt." We lost visual of her. Damn. Where did she go? Abe? It's Evelyn. Is Mike there? (MAN) "No, I'm sorry. He left after lunch." "Hey, happy anniversary" (SECURITY WOMAN) "Stairwell." "Second floor." What's on that floor? It's empty. Security buffer. Isolate and seal it. Get her records to my handheld. "East corridor". Kill the power to the elevator doors. We've got her. Alright. Get a tactical team to meet me on the south stairwell. Yes, sir. Director Medford, sir. Get me a side arm. > I'll call her back. (Shit.) I lost visual. Where is she, Albert? Talk to me. Come on. (WOMAN) North hallway. (SIGHS) There, interrogation room. Bring it up. (DISTANT VOICES) (PHONE RINGS) Have you found him? "What the hell are you doing, Ev?" This don't look good. There's a tac team coming at you in 30 seconds. Get your panties off the camera. "Let us see you, so you don't get hurt." Have you found my husband? "These boys don't fool around, Ev." "Please, I can't help you unless you talk to me." Call me when you find Mike. (TAC TEAM MEMBER INDISTINCT) "OK, open the door about two feet. We're gonna gas her." Is that absolutely necessary? What, you want me to shoot her? Get a medical team in place. Now. Ready. Go. "OK, on my count." "Three, two, one." Go. (EXPLOSION, YELLING) (ALARM) Jesus Christ. (HE CRIES OUT) Where is she? Come on, guys. Find her. Now. There. Bring that up. Stay with her. She's crossing the street. Pan the goddamned camera! (CAR HORNS, TYRES SCREECH) Back that up and zoom in. Freeze. (QUIETLY) What the hell are you doing, Ev? Michael Krauss left his office an hour ago. Salt's apartment is 20 minutes from here. We can cover it, but she won't go there. She will if she's serious about Mike. This stays in the house, OK? Taxi! Hughes Street. I'll tell you when to stop. (PHONE) "Hi, this is Mike. Please leave a message after the tone." He's one of the world's top arachnologists, Ev. And, as such, enjoys pretty much unrestricted access to the borders of North Korea. So, brush up on your bugs and get to know him. He's the perfect cover to get us inside. I'm really not who you think I am. I am... (MAN SHOUTS) (LIFT BELL) Mike. Mike. Honey? Hey, baby. Hey, baby. It's alright. Sh. (It's OK. Where's Daddy?) Where's Daddy? (DOG WHIMPERS) (WHIMPERING) (WHISTLES) Come. Check for back exits! (GUNFIRE) (EXPLOSION) Go! Go! Bathroom, clear! (CAR ALARM THROUGHOUT) (WOMAN) Kitchen is clear. Office, clear! Living room, clear. Everybody out in 60 seconds! (MUSIC PLAYS THROUGH HEADPHONES) What are you doing?! She's not here. No sign of the husband either. Did it ever occur to you that maybe that Russian was lying? Why did she run? I don't know, cos you were gonna lock her up. See it from her perspective. Maybe her husband is in danger. Maybe, God forbid, Salt is who she says she is. "Maybe" is your department. Mine is catching her so we can find out. Protocol is clear. We bring her in, or we bring her down. Do you have any idea who this woman is? What she's done for this country? Doesn't that mean anything to you? Should it? Is your mom home? No. No? Can you do me a favour? Yeah. Can you babysit Bert for me? Oh, yeah! Yeah? Here's some money for food. What're doing? You doing homework? Yeah, math. I hate math. Hi. Nice to see you again. Are you talking to me? Yeah, I've seen you here before. Yeah, I do. I come here a lot. You? Oh, I'm working here. At the museum. I'm an arachnologist. A what? I hunt spiders. I got her. She's heading north toward the Metro station. Ev! (TYRES SCREECH, CAR HORN) Ev! (INDISTINCT STATION ANNOUNCEMENT) She's eastbound in the mall. (RADIO) "Heading there now." There she is. (SIREN) All teams southbound toward the bridge. Box her in. (TYRES SCRATCH) Stop! Stop! (INDISTINCT SHOUTING) Fuck! (SIREN) Keep back. Hold your fire! Salt! Go! (SIRENS THROUGHOUT) Salt! Salt! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! I'm innocent. On the ground. Now! Stop! No! Salt! Now! On the ground! I have to find my husband. Why'd you run? I have to find my husband. Not a reason! Please, don't shoot. Stay back! Last chance! I'm innocent, somebody is setting me up! Don't make me put you down, Salt. Put the goddamn gun down. Give yourself up, now! No! On the ground! We'll sort this out, I promise. I gotta bring you in, Salt. It's over. Face down. Someone will try to kill the Russian president. Do something about that. That's what you should be worried about. There's nowhere to run. Quit now! No. I didn't do anything. (SHOUTING, GUNFIRE) (SHE GROANS) (GUNFIRE) She's on a blue semi, Route 1, heading north. Get a roadblock in place now. (SIRENS) (SHE GRUNTS) There she is. On the tanker. Stop! Stop! Ev! (GUNFIRE) (SHE GROANS) Agh! You, my friend, have got a mole in your group. We don't know that yet. She's a trained liar. Everything she's set up protects her cover. Tell me how you feel about her(!) (TYRES SCREECH) (CAR HORNS, SIREN THROUGHOUT) Get up on the shoulder! OK, take it down. (TYRES SCREECH) Shit! (CAR HORNS) Shit! OK. Ted, I know you're her friend, but we gotta drop a net on New York. We gotta do it now. (SIGHS) Notify the Secret Service on the details. Tell 'em Salt might be coming their way. If she is, Orlov may not be far behind, either. You seen this? Salt spent time in Russia as a kid. She was in the car accident with her parents in '88. They both died. They were teachers at the US Embassy for the American children of staff there. That's why we put her on Russia in the first place. We need to get on a plane to New York. Tonight. (HEAVY ROCK MUSIC) (CHATTER, LAUGHTER) (RADIO) "Here in New York City, security has been beefed up and preparations are continuing into the night for the funeral of Vice-President Maxwell Oates." "Among the dignitaries who will attend the service tomorrow at St Bartholomew's Church, is Russian president Boris Matveyev, who arrived in Manhattan earlier." "Public transport will experience delays with subway closures and bus schedules.. " Evelyn. Look at me. If there was a way, I would kill them. You shouldn't have come here. What do you mean? I don't understand. Now they know who you are. Who? Evelyn. Who? I would accept anything about you, but I need to know. Look. Look at me. Look at me. Just tell me, OK? Just tell me. I work... I work for the CIA. So, you see, there's... There's no future for us. You're not safe with me. I don't wanna be safe. Nn-hm. I know you. And I want to be with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. OK? (QUIETLY) OK. Welcome to New York, Miss Hernandez. One night. A deluxe room? Yeah. Do you need help with your luggage? No, I got it. Thanks. (DISTANT CHATTER) (BEEPING) (BBC REPORTER) A solemn day here in New York City. The funeral of Vice-President Maxwell Oates, a former five-term US Senator and Cold War warrior. His greatest legacy may be as architect of the new era of Russian-American relations. Russian president Boris Matveyev has journeyed from Moscow to be an honorary pallbearer to the man he has called his greatest friend in the West. (PIPE BAND MUSIC) What's the security perimeter? We're two deep inside and we own this entire block. And those are Secret Service agents. Not CIA. So, relax. That's real funny(!) Didn't know you guys told jokes. (PA) "51st St Station is closed." "Due to the funeral, the 51st Street Station is closed." (MAN) Hey, what's going on?! Hey! (CHATTER) Step back! Everybody, move out of the way. (COUGHING) (SOLEMN CHURCH MUSIC) (INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION) Boris. Mr President. (WOMAN) Please be seated. (INDISTINCT RADIO COMMUNICATION) Mrs Oates. Eleanor. Joe... (After the President finishes, the choir sings and Matveyev gives the eulogy.) If your girl tries anything here, it'd have to be pretty amazing. I knew he would bring more to the job than just his years of experience. As Vice-President, he showed the world best of what it is to be an American. And today, the world says goodbye to a great man. I'll take the back. Lima Zulu 4, clear. (GRUNTING THROUGHOUT) My friendship with Maxwell Oates began in the unlikeliest of places. (RADIO) "Lima Zulu 4, come in." "Your status, Lima Zulu 4?" We got two MIAs. Lima Zulu 4 in the... I'm heading down to the crypt. Some kind of trouble down there. What's going on, guys? Talk to me. Sub-units Lima Zulu 1, 2 and 3, converge on the crypt. Repeat, converge on the crypt. He made all the difference and, for that, he will always have my respect and admiration. Agh! Oh! (GRUNTING THROUGHOUT) (MUTED GUNSHOT) Oh! Agh! (GUNSHOT) That is- (ORGAN PLAYS DRONING NOTE) (DRONING CONTINUES) (URGENT CHATTER) (WOMAN) What's going on? Matveyev. Get goddamn Matveyev! (BEEPING/EXPLOSION) (SCREAMING/SHOUTING) (MAN) The bomb squad are here! (SHOUTING) (COUGHING) (MUTED GUNSHOT) Drop it! Drop it. (DISTANT SHOUTING) Shooters at 12 o'clock. She has a gun! She has a gun! (MAN) Don't move! (INDISTINCT SHOUTING) Take her down! Take her down! Check for other weapons! We need a medical crew immediately. I can't feel a pulse. (CROWD SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY) Come on, guys, keep moving, keep moving! Go, go. Hey! Watch this guy! (SHOUTING) Why? Why?! Do you know how much blood is on your hands? You're gonna rot in a hole, Salt. I'll see to it personally. A goddamn hole! Get a hold of yourself. Get the door! Get off me! Back off, men! Back off! Let's go! (SIREN) Matveyev was declared dead en route to the hospital. Jesus Christ. Yeah. You were right about her. She had the drop on me, Ted. Why didn't she shoot? (SIRENS) (GRUNTING THROUGHOUT) (BUZZING/GROANING) Cops down, cops down! (BUZZING/GROANING) (SIREN) Agh! Get out of the car with your hands on your head. Right now! Hands in the air! (BUZZING/TYRES SCREECH) (HE GROANS) (HE SCREAMS) (INDISTINCT SHOUTING THROUGHOUT) (CAR ALARM REPEATING) Help me get him out! What college will you attend? Princeton University. Where will you work? The Central Intelligence Agency. Who will you trust? No one. Be very patient. Remember your training. Remember, you're not the only one. There are many others. All of you waiting to strike. Yes. And we will strike. Together. Yes. Wait. One day I will come for all of you. Hello, Evelyn. I'm Martin Crenshaw from the US Embassy. We're very sorry about your family's accident. (TV) "Rioters outside the US Embassy cheered their new leader's words and called on him to take strong action against what they are calling a state-sponsored act of terrorism on the part of the US." "These riots are starting outbreaks of anti-American protest across Russia." "'We will strike back,' says the new Russian president, angrily condemning today's assassination by American intelligence officer Evelyn Salt." "Even as the body of slain President Matveyev is on its way back to Moscow, anti-American riots have erupted across Russia, with bombings of US diplomats' cars in Moscow." "The Russian armed forces have been put on high alert." "Responding to a rapidly escalating crisis, President Lewis has called for a White House meeting with military leaders and Nato representatives." (REPLIES IN RUSSIAN) When I saw you in Washington I almost ran to you. You were not supposed to get married. Not unless it cut a great tactical advantage. I did it to seem normal. When you escaped today, I felt even I could not have hoped for so much. You are my greatest creation. You trained me well. My husband? You have him? I had to be certain. But now you trust me? Completely. So, tell me what's next. Next, Part 2. We seize control of this country's atomic weapons. How? (SPEAKS RUSSIAN) (GASPS) (THEY SPEAK IN RUSSIAN THROUGHOUT) You won't hear from me again... ..my daughter. (HE GROANS THROUGHOUT) (EXPLOSION, GUNSHOT) (GUNSHOTS THROUGHOUT) (HE SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN) (FAINT HEARTBEAT EFFECT) (LAUGHTER) (MIKE) 'For ever and ever...' (MAN SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN) Chenkov? You remember me? (CHILD) Chenkov. Did you miss me? Shnaider? (LAUGHS) How long have you been here? I left Russia one year after you, to Prague. I have been a Nato liaison to the White House for three years. (CZECH ACCENT) Colonel Edward Tomasz. And you... ..are my attache. Your ID. Don't worry, we have plenty of time. More importantly, our mission. The bunker eight storeys below the White House is where the President needs to be. How do we do it? Don't worry, he'll be there. That's my job - to make sure he's there. And what's my job? Do you remember, Chenkov, when we were young and you had to finish first in everything? You had to be the best at everything. Even though you would be beaten with a cane, you had to finish first. I remember. Tonight, you will finish ahead of me again. Tonight, you will kill America's President. IDs please. Pop the hood and open the trunk. Control, this is Hayes. I have a Colonel Tomasz and a Major Brichak. Colonel, Major. All clear. (MACHINERY BEEPS) You know the drill, Colonel. Shrapnel. A Serbian landmine. They spend more time looking at it than the doctor did! Step through, please, sir. Turn around. Thank you. Patience is key, I've been coming here for two years. Others have been here longer. What others? I don't know. But you were the best of us and I was the least. There must be others here to finish what we begin. Tomasz, good to see you again. Brichak. Pleasure. You have two minutes for the preview before the main meeting. Ted, your Russian CIA agent, Salt. What can you tell us about her? We think she may be a Soviet plant. Inserted years ago in preparation for what the KGB called "Day X". A day to mark the start of a large-scale strike against the US and her allies. (LIFT BELL) That should be the President now. You have a big job, Chenkov, but you can do it. You still haven't told me what your job is. Home. (LIFT BELL) I'm going home. < Down! Take cover! (INDISTINCT SHOUTING) (GUNFIRE) (BEEPING/EXPLOSION) Are you OK, sir? Yes. It's a goddamn attack. Geronimo is SOP. Downward mobile. (COUGHING) (ALARM/SHOUTING) I think I saw her. You saw who? Salt. I think I saw her in the corridor. The other new officer. She's here. Check. Clear. Move! Go! We may have a visual on a second assailant. Evelyn Salt. Repeat. Evelyn Salt on premises. Maybe dressed as a Nato officer. (PA) "This is not a drill. The White House is under attack." "This is not a drill." I need this hallway cleared to the left. Now! This is James. I need a PR bunker up and running. If this was authorised by the Russian government, it is an act of war and we will respond. (DISTANT SHOUTING) Let's go, sir. Move, move! Close it! Close it! (PA ANNOUNCEMENT CONTINUES) Agh! (GRUNTS THROUGHOUT) (LIFT MACHINERY SLOWS) (LIFT BELL) Go! Go! Geronimo approaching bunker door in five seconds. Clear. Any chance she could follow? My men couldn't get through that door. Yeah, well. Unfortunately, she isn't one of yours. OK, go. Stay until they shut the seal. Geronimo is secured. (HE GROANS) Agh! Get me Director Medford. (WOMAN) Yes, sir. Sir, I think we need to seriously consider the possibility, that today, right now, could be the start of Day X. Mr President, Director Medford is up. Marian, what's the situation? "It should be coming up on one of your screens." "What you see there represents temperature drops in mobile missile units in Siberia." "It means the Russians are deploying their missiles to the field." "And that's been confirmed on the ground, Mr President." Mr President, I strongly recommend we go from Defcon 4 to Defcon 2. At least in our forward bases. Do it. And, since the Russians have deployed, we need to look at our own nuclear-attack options. It's not on the table, it's not a deterrent. Thanks, Marian, we'll come back to it. (GUNSHOT) Sir. The outer portal door is jammed and non-responsive. And we just lost the feed from most of our security cameras. We are blind down here. No one can enter the facility. Command, our eyes are down both ways and we have an outer security door malfunction. Get out there, now. Seal this room. Down that corridor, secure it. (GRUNTING THROUGHOUT) (GUNSHOT) Agh! (INDISTINCT CHATTER) (TV) "Victims are being taken to George Washington Hospital..." (PHONE RINGS) "..reports are coming in that there are casualties." This is President Howard Lewis, proceed with authentication. Yes, Mr President. Ready to commence authentication, sir. Zulu. Tango. Echo. Seven. Nine. Juliet. X-ray. Sierra. Seven. Alpha. Mike. Charlie. Whiskey. Five. Six. Tango. "Authentication codes confirmed." "It's all yours now, Mr President." God be with you. Attack options are under your control, Mr President. Innes and Abel, what's your location? (RADIO) "Innes and Abel, what's your location?" Is the camera outside working? Yes. Put it up. Officer, what's your status? Officer, come in. (INDISTINCT PA ANNOUNCEMENT) Who the hell's that? That's her. That's Evelyn Salt. Give me your side arm, I'm qualified on it. No, sir. Only Secret Service have firearms here. Screw protocol, it's an enemy agent out there. Protocol's protocol, sir. And dead is dead. I'm the national security adviser. Not any more. Sit down. Who are you? My name, Mr President, is Nicolai Tarkovsky. Unless you do exactly as I say, I will be the last person you will ever see. (GUNSHOT) Shall we look at attack options? Go to hell. (SHE BREATHES DEEPLY) (COMPUTERISED VOICE) "Selective attack options ready." Ted. "Emergency action message." (TED SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN) Why didn't you tell me? You weren't in Russia, I would have remembered. "Selective attack targets acquired." "Tehran." "Mecca." Mecca. Tehran. (TED SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN) (COMPUTER INDISTINCT) "Initiated." "Missiles armed." "Nuclear command." (SALT SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN) (COMPUTERISED VOICE CONTINUES IN BACKGROUND) You know, when you first came to Langley, I didn't think I'd be able to do it. Didn't think I'd be able to... ..resist the temptation to say something. And you met Mike and, well, things changed. (MEDIA REPORTS PLAY IN BACKGROUND) (TV) "The Russian president is alive." "What you are seeing are live pictures of Russian President Matveyev, arriving at the airport outside of Moscow." "This is astonishing." "According to his doctors, President Matveyev's mistaken death is attributed to a temporary paralysis from a toxin derived from spider venom." At least I was right. I had a feeling we'd lost you back there in North Korea. I could see how moved you were by Mike's little white-knight routine. You were supposed to recruit him, Ev, not fall in love with him. That's why I told Orlov to pick him up. By the way, how is Mike? Orlov is dead. Oh, oh... (LAUGHS) Well, that's good news! Saved me the trouble. I had to practically twist his arm to get him to blow your cover to the CIA. You see, he wanted you to come out of this thing alive. But you needed somebody to take the blame. I'm the patsy. And I'm the hero. Congratulations, Ev. You're about to become famous. (GUNFIRE) (COMPUTER BEEPING) "Identity confirmation requested." "Identity confirmation requested." "Identity confirmation requested." (MACHINE BEEPS) "Identity confirmed." (MUFFLED GUNFIRE) (INDISTINCT COMPUTERISED VOICE) (THEY GRUNT THROUGHOUT) "Authorisation 99 per cent." Go! (INDISTINCT COMPUTERISED VOICE) "Permission to launch. Permission to launch." (BOTH CRY OUT IN PAIN THROUGHOUT) Get on the floor now! I said now! (GUNSHOT) "Launch sequence aborted." "Systems restored." Move, move, move! Show me your hands! What is your name, sir? I'm Theodore Winter, CIA. Help the President. Mr President. Mr President, can you hear me? Hold still! EMT's on the way. Make sure they've got body bags. I got at least seven. She's wearing a vest! I'll meet you in five minutes. I want her alone in a room. If there are other KAs out there, I want her to talk. She won't talk. She's trained not to talk, no matter what we do to her. We gotta find them ourselves. Somebody already did. At least some of them. Barge on the East River. 12 dead, including Orlov. Who did that? Don't know. Forensics are on it. No one comes through until the president is secure, so please step back. Step back, sir. Please. Step back. Well, sir, you're injured. Why don't you have a seat so we can take a look at you. You OK? You got a pretty good gash there. Looks like you got a piece of glass in there. (SHOUTING) Argh! (SHE CRIES OUT) "She killed someone else. It's Winter. It's Ted Winter, sir. You'd better get up here." (SHOUTING CONTINUES) (HELICOPTER/INDISTINCT SHOUTING) Sit down! She's yours for 15 minutes during the flight. Give me your hand. Then she's the FBI's. Hey. Why'd you kill him? Because somebody had to. (GRUNTING) What?! By this I take it you think everybody's who they say they are? You knew something was wrong the moment Orlov walked in. So did I. We just didn't know what it was. Winter did. Winter? You expect me to believe that Winter was gonna launch the missiles and you saved the world? I would like you to believe that, yeah. It's a big accusation. Well... He's dead now, so he can't defend himself. I guess you'll just have to decide for yourself. (PILOT RADIO CHATTERS THROUGHOUT) (SCOFFS) How many more like you are there? Like me? None. Like him? More than you or I can handle alone. Do you think a trained Soviet agent couldn't kill the Russian President at point blank range if she wanted to? Or you? I could've killed you at the funeral and I didn't. You surrendered to me because I gave you no choice. You know better. I had a choice. You know better. (MOBILE PHONE ALERT) If I did believe you, and I'm not saying for a second that I do, but if I did... ..nobody else would. Well, maybe you can think of a way around that. They took everything from me. I'll kill them. Bullshit! (SHE CRIES OUT) < We're approaching. Heading due south. Go get 'em. Salt! (ALARM REPEATS) Circle back! Circle back! (PANTING THROUGHOUT)