IMS Subtitles www.able.co.nz Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Able 2015 1 1 1 1 1 (PHONE RINGS) ANSWER THE PHONE! No answer. Keep trying. I'm sure he's on his way. Definitely on his way. WHY DOESN'T ANYBODY ANSWER THE PHONE?! (PHONE RINGS) Hello. "James, you are so dead!" Shit! Excuse me, James Clayton. Sorry I'm late. Bill Rudolph, Dell. Nice to meet you. Can I borrow your computer? Yeah. Thanks. You guys. Hey. It's here somewhere. Here we go. Alright. This morning, sound asleep, I hear this cracking noise, ripping wood. Maybe a dream. No, bed's fallen through the floor. Our programme uses existing wireless technology. Which we modified. Transforming it into a new programme. Called what? Spartacus. Why? It was named after the revolt. Of the slaves. Wireless web cast, we have that. Spartacus turns any specified broadcast terminal into its slave. We control the programme. Watch. Take a look. Pick a screen. Hello, Bill Rudolph. MAN: Hey, who is this guy? Somebody's hacking in here. This is wonderful. Thank you. Can you, er, put our logo on the Sony booth? Sure. For the right price. We'll talk, yeah? Yeah. Good. # What if I don't wanna hear the things you say # Where were you when I was needy yesterday # You want in with me, now that it's good # But it's too little, too late # Time and again I've asked you # Just for some light to show the way # Thank you. Hey. What would you like? I would like to teach you something. OK, I'm pretty busy right now. James, the most important thing you need to know is that you don't know shit. What you see, what you hear,... ..nothing... ..is... ..what it seems. Drink? Martini. Sure. That's how it begins, you know? Call will come in a day or two. His name is John Medica. He's head of R and D for Dell. He's gonna invite you out for martinis. Soon you're gonna be working out of advanced encrypting in Bethesda. Five years, you get your first annual trip to Texas. You got a wife by then, point-five kids, 200K a year and that's it. That's the whole show. Then you're dead and it all started because of one nasty little martini. So, you're a recruiter. That I am. You're kidding? Applications for the CIA are up tenfold. Would I have to kill anyone? Would you like to? Beer man! Heineken. Yeah, just a sec. The CIA are a bunch of fat old guys who fell asleep when we needed them. I said you don't know shit. I know what I know. Nice meeting you. You too. Way I figure, you probably go in the oil business, like your daddy. Hey. Did you know my father? James, I have recruited and trained and served with the best our country has to offer for over a quarter of a century. I am a scary judge of talent. It's my gift. I am recruiting you, Mr Clayton. In case you haven't noticed, I'm not CIA material. You know what CIA material is? It's not me. No? Well, I don't know. You graduated top of your class at MIT, majored in nonlinear cryptography, scored off the charts in your psych test. That's confidential. Yeah, right. You're agile, athletic and... "And" what? You grew up overseas - Uzbekistan, Brunei,... Venezuela. My father worked for Shell Oil. Your father died 1990, in a plane crash, in Peru. What's your point? "What's my point?" What the hell do you think my point is? My name is Walter Burke. My number's on the sports page. Give me a call. I'll be here till noon tomorrow. "Very dramatic, James." I wanna talk. Can we talk? "Yeah." Where are you? "Well, you know the phone booth you're calling from?" Yeah. As you like it. You're pretty confident. Well... Tell me about my father. You already know, don't you? I mean, that's why you're sitting here. If you want answers, you're in the wrong car, kid. I only have secrets. You can't trust your best friends, your five senses, only the little voice inside you most civilians don't even hear. Listen to that. Trust yourself. I think that's what your father woulda said. Trust yourself, James. Can I help you, sir? James Clayton. I'm here for an interview. Just pull in there. Check in with security. Thank you. My name's James Clayton. I'm here to see Walter Burke. He's expecting me. You can wait for him over there. I'll page him for you. Thanks. James. Hey. Rule number one - don't get caught. Those are good officers. Good friends. So, are you ready to get started? Sure. Have six pull in tight on F4. Alright, now give me some angles, both tests. Both tests, tighter. It's a carbon copy. F4, yank him. You've been caught cheating, pal. Still got the eyes, Walter. What's that story? You saw some old woman pushing a baby carriage, and he sees the carriage is riding low. Blows her out of her shoes! and it was stuffed with explosives. She wasn't Hamas. She was Abu Nidal. That's right. War stories, you just love them. Er, D4, tell him to forget the chick and finish the test. Burke says forget the chick and finish the test. 'How do upsetting problems generally make you feel? Upset.' And when you get angry, do you have trouble staying in control? Sure. How do you deal with failure? Badly. Have you been deliberately cruel to an animal? Yes. Elaborate. For Christmas I tied reindeer horns to my dogs head and photographed him. Would you consider yourself subjectively firm or objectively flexible? Metaphysically wrinkle free. Would you rather ride on a train, dance in the rain or feel no pain? Feel no pain. I know I said the rain dancing thing, but feel no pain. Thank you. God, I need this! Hey. Hi. I'm James. Layla. Like the song. Yeah. That's a big coffee. I'm a big girl. Sure. 'Is your name James Clayton?' James Douglas Clayton. Just a yes or no answer. Is your name James Clayton? Yes. You were born October 21st 1976? 'Yes.' 'Have you ever worked for any foreign governments? No.' 'Have you taken tranquillizers today? No.' (BOTH SPEAK FARSI) Miami. You mind if I sit here? Sure. Hey, Ronnie Gibson from DC. James Clayton from all over. Nice to meet you. You too. (SPEAKS FARSI) You got any idea what those two are speaking? I think it's Farsi. Oh, yeah. Yeah, Farsi. Clear! Er, what are you doing? Nothing. What? Some of these chairs are wired. If they catch you drifting during this, 10,000 volts up your ass. Bullshit! Alright. Good morning. My name is Dennis Slayne. I'm Assistant Director of Operations. I'd like to welcome you to the CIA's special training facility, known as the Farm. Let me introduce to you your senior instructor, Walter Burke. Morning. So, why are you here? Why are you here? It ain't the money. A GS15 pay grade officer, yours truly, I rake in about, what, 75 grand a year. You can't buy a decent sports car for that. It ain't sex. Hey, being here won't get you laid. "Oh, you're a dental hygienist." "I'm a member of the CIA, Moscow Station Chief." Hello(!) What about fame? Our failures are known, our successes are not. It's a company motto. You save the world, they send you to some dusty basement at Langley with a little lemonade and cookies and show you your medal. You don't even get to take it home. So, it ain't money, it ain't sex, it ain't fame. What is it? I say we are all here in this room because we believe. We believe in good and evil, and we choose good. We believe in right and wrong, and we choose right. Our cause is just. Our enemies... everywhere. They're all around us. Some scary stuff out there. Which brings us here... to the Farm. You have all just stepped through the looking glass. What you see, what you hear, nothing is what it seems. Mr Burke? Yeah. I was just, I was hoping maybe I could buy you a beer, and we could talk. I have so many questions about my dad. You're making a mistake, son. Let me remedy it. I was on semi-congenial terms with you during your recruitment because I was recruiting you. I'm not your friend. I'm not your ally. I'm your instructor,... period. That enough talk? (TANNOY) "Good morning. It's 0600." "All CTs report to common area, 15 minutes." Is everybody ready? Morning. Let's go. Let's go! 'Over the next few months, we're gonna teach you how to deceive, role-play, psychologically assess, sell, exploit.' 'We're gonna hand you the tools, the black arts,... ..not witchcraft, tradecraft.' Ready, fire! Disguise, surveil, detect. 'You will be able to kill with a variety of weapons or none at all.' You will night parachute, propel from choppers, learn demolition, learn tactical high-speed emergency driving. You will become - Bond, James Bond. 'Thank you, Mr Clayton. You're already role-playing. That's good' You're ahead of all of us. 'Clayton.' Why don't you take, Zack? Argh! Nice move(!) Where the hell did you learn how to do that? Police academy. Are you a senior instructor at the Farm? Yes. True. OK, if you look at the screens, you'll see his pulse is even, respiration normal, pupils undilated, signs of the truth. Come on, rough me up. Let's go. Have you ever worn women's clothing? Who said that? Yes. True. Were you, er,... ever stationed in Peru? Yes. True. Is your name Walter Burke? No. True. Let's do it. Fire! Scan and holster! Remove your targets. Nintendo. These are paper ants. Microphone transmitters. They adhere equally well to flesh or clothing, and they're biologically manufactured. As soon as they are separated from their storage pallet, they begin to break down. After 48 hours this bug consumes itself. These are all live surveillance devices, digitised, miniaturised transceivers, audio and video. You will conceal them throughout the Bug House. 'Your objective is to gain entry, install three bugs each and exit without getting caught.' 'You will have eight minutes.' What have we got here, a bunch of geeks or some quality NOC people? I don't know. Anybody get out of the Bug House lately? Not many. Don't look like it's gonna happen tonight. Don't underestimate my people, Dennis. Usually by now you've tagged a NOC. Must be one in this class. Well, maybe yes, maybe no. Who knows? The shadow knows. I love this part. "Buenos noches, amigo. You've just been blanketed." That's two down. Oh, who's counting? (ALL LAUGH) Attaboy. It's gonna get 'im. Ouch! Go! Go! Go! (AUDIENCE GASP) Who's that? You OK? Yeah. OK. 'Some of you will not survive the Farm.' Some will be asked to leave, some will quit. But those of you who do graduate will be sent to work outta Langley or embassies around the world as Official Cover Operatives. That is, spies with diplomatic immunity. Now, every once in a while someone is selected to be a Nonofficial Cover Operative, or N-O-C, NOC. The NOC is the truest practitioner of espionage, always out there, always alone, unprotected. If you are caught, you will most likely be tortured, shot and/or hanged. And here's the best part, no-one will ever hear about it. You will become a star in a wall, a blank space in a book. Now, I can just feel all you alphas out there gunning for this position as I speak. So, remember, everything is a test. Alright, I can afford ten cents. I'm out. Alright, I'll see you. You're gonna fold, Ronnie. Just get it over with. You're a Miami cop? Yeah. Why don't you speak Spanish? I do. So, where'd you learn Farsi, Persian beat? Ah, that's funny. No, night school, Florida Atlantic University, so I could get in here. Congratulations. Thanks. Ronnie. I'm out. Looks like it's just me and Sonny Crockett. Sonny Crockett, was that the black guy or the white guy? What are the girls like on South Beach? What d'you wanna do? Alright. # Sonny you're a boy making big noise # Playin' in the street... # I'll see your bet and raise you. Two dollar raises max! We're not playing by the rules here. Are we? Are we? Are we, Sonny? It's fine by me. OK. So, are my pupils dilated? I could be bluffing. Could just be dark. What d'you think? # ..gonna be a big man some day # You got mud on your face... # (LAUGHS) OK, I'll give it to ya. I fold. What you got? That's not how we play. Well, well, well, looks like boys' night in, huh? Kinda sad. I'm gonna change all that. Time for a field trip. We got the van outside. 'We're all going for drinks at the Blue Ridge.' MAN: Look around. As the Favourites come out, it begins. Observing with an eagle eye. Mastering the art of stashing. Oh, brilliant move, Gran! Cadbury Favourites. Alright, your objective, reach the parking lot with an asset who intends to have sex with you. You want us to pick up a girl? Well, er, five actually. One each. # "Change" - Wide Mouth Mason # ..but be yourself now # Are you there, anywhere # On the ground, in a chair # Asking flesh and blood for help... # Hi. Hi. Here you go, kid. Thanks, Harry. Not interested. Neither am I. How's that? Well, your personal interests are of no concern to me. I just go out and there's only one thing I'm concerned with right now. And what would that be? What do you think? Sounds like fun. Excuse me a second. Hey. What's going on? What are you doing here? What's it look like? Looks like you're drunk. Perceptive. Is everything OK? Yeah, everything's great. Alright. See you tomorrow. James! They cut me. I'm out. You're kidding? I'm out of the programme. You're serious? Did they say why? They didn't say anything, they just sit you down, debrief you and then stick you in some shit-bag motel. Sorry, all I can think about is throwing up. You alright? Yeah, I just had too much tequila. (SLURRED) You know, it's just that you and I finally have this chemistry moment, you know, and I have a motel room where we could go back and have completely justifiable comfort sex, but all I can think about is not throwing up. The room's spinning, right? Yeah, like a top. You should go home. I'll call you a cab. Come on, come here. You settle for taking me home and tucking me in? I wish. Blue Ridge Bar, yeah. Ten minutes. Thank you. Cab will be here in ten. OK. OK. Come on, wait with me outside, OK? Come on. Layla, let's wait inside. No. Come on, it's cold. No, this way, let me kiss you. Tell me about it. Thank you. For what? Op completed. My op was to stop you completing yours. Who said my op was completed? Lighten up, man. Just doing her job, that's it. God. Did your job. Good(!) 'Are you a citizen of the United States?' Yes. True. Are you in any way affiliated with the CIA? No. It's false. Alright, let's break up this dance team. Clayton, switch places with, er, Zack here. Alright, we all know, I believe, what a lie... ..is when we see it, but a good interrogator can also soften a subject. You know, er, knock 'em off balance, make 'em vulnerable. You never know what you might get. So,... fire at will. Is your name Layla Moore? Yes. True. Last night at the bar, you said we had chemistry together, do we? What? His interrogation, answer the man. Yes or no? I was undercover legend. It was part of the op. True. You said you wanted to go home and have comfort sex,... ..did you? You're abusing the exercise. Did you want to have sex with me last night? No. Would you do anything to become a CIA officer? Anything? No. Layla! Stay away from me! Can I talk to you? There are limits! You want to suck up, do it on your own! This isn't about Burke. You won, OK? You got even! How's it feel, huh? God! I pity the fool. Anyone I know? Maybe. Let it go. You first. (PANTS) I don't know how I... I don't belong here. Come on, you're meant to do this. You know more about me than I do? This bag knows more about you than you do, James. It's in you. It's in your blood. 'Mama Lan's crabs from the Cercle Sportif in Saigon, best crabs in the world.' This place,... second best. OK. Why don't you just go ahead? Go ahead and ask me. Did you know him? No. I met him once. Falklands, around '89. What was... What was he doing there? Think, son. I can't tell you specifics. I just can't. I can't even confirm his mission. I can't. He used to tell me stories. He'd say, er,... ..when they'd hit one the desert would rain oil. That's what he did, James. He told stories, and he lied. It doesn't mean he didn't love you. What was he really? What did he do? You gotta come off it, kid, you really do... because you keep looking back, you're gonna miss your whole life. It's a mystery you cannot solve. Who is, who is Edward Clayton? Well, among many things, he was James Clayton's father, also he was someone else. He was a spook, James, just like me, just like you. Don't look now. By the bar, we're being followed. You serious? Yeah. Sometimes these guys like to loiter around, see if they can gain intel on the Farm. I'll get someone on it. Hey. Looking good. Yeah, but can I do it blindfolded jumping out of a plane? I bet you can. Thanks. It's probably not the best time to apologise. You don't have to. Can I? Sure. Here's how I'm gonna look at it. We learned a lot about each other. Yeah, the hard way. Yeah, the hard way but, still, at least we know. OK. So, now we're ahead of the game, is that it? Exactly. So, what do we do? Nothing. Not here. Not now. No, not now. (TV) "One year from now, where are you?" "Probably waitressing at Denny's." "When I was a kid my father would get out the atlas..." 'OK, today we practise surveillance. Remember your training.' The person being follow is the...? Rabbit. The person doing the following is the...? Eye. Behind the eye is the rest of the surveillance team who cannot see the rabbit but follow the eye. As the rabbit travels, the team will rotate themselves into the eye position, so the rabbit doesn't realise it's being followed. Rabbits, don't forget your choke points, find out who's on your tail. Keep those cellphones off. In the field they act like homing devices. Alright, and what do we do? (ALL) Improvise, modify, adapt and overcome. Let's go to work! Didn't bring it. Good. Hey. This looks like a good choke point. Alright. Let's hide here and wait, OK? Sure. James. Layla! James! No! Argh! James! Let go! Argh! 1 I'm a diplomatic corps trainee. We know that you work for the CIA. The CIA. I don't work for the CIA. I think you do. (BANG ON WALL) (SPEAKS RUSSIAN) Enjoy your cold shower. Argh! (SPEAKS RUSSIAN) Hungry, Jimmy? You guys make the best stuff. Do you realise that no country with a McDonald's ever attacked the US? They teach you that at the Farm? I don't what you're talking about. You think this is a game, James? I think it's a test. No. I'm sorry, my friend. This is no test. EVERYTHING IS A TEST! Argh! (Everything is a test.) Good morning, James. 'Argh!' 'Arrrgh!' What are the names of your instructors? OK. OK,... John's the wise guy. Paul's the cute one. George is pretty quiet. Then there's the new kid, I can't remember his name. Oh, now I know why she was begging for you. You're funny. Sorry if these stink. She pissed herself. (SIGHS) Layla. Layla. BURKE! YOU WANT A NAME? BURKE! BURKE! I wanted you to see this. I wanted you to see what happens to someone you know, someone you care about, so you won't forget. What you should learn from this exercise, and learn it well,... ..rule number one - Do not get caught! (SIGHS) (TV) '"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." (ANSWER PHONE) "This is Bill Rudolph at Dell." "Leave a message at the beep. I'll return your call. Thank you." Hey, Bill Rudolph, thanks for calling me back. It's James Douglas Clayton. (SLURRED) We met at an MIT in Boston, er, we, Spartacus. Spartacus! And I was with my family for a while, but now I'm back and ready to raise the bar with Spartacus. Cos we can raise the bar with Spartacus and change things. Er, will you call me? (FOOTSTEPS) Nice hit. What the...? Do you mind? My throat. Let go, now. Now! What? (LAUGHS) See you're living good. Get some clothes on. We'll take a drive. A drive? Yeah. I'll wait outside. 1 That booze is coming outta your bones. What am I doing here? I'm done remember. I'm out. I don't have to play your stupid games. Oh, but you will, James. You will play because your particular engine, what drives you, moves you, motivates you, desire to please,... ..me. Pull over. Pull over the goddamn car! Alright! Go ahead, get out. You lasted longer on your interrogation exercise than any other 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 wash out was faked. You're the NOC. Said 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... No, no, no. School's out. Open that glove compartment. Go ahead. Find out, why you. That's why you. Layla? 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 Nassari. 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 did she get into the Farm? We wanted her in. We want her to burrow in as deep as she can, 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 anymore. 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, highly independent. You even look good together. We paired you at the Farm, son. We paired you, remember? The Blue Ridge Bar op, the lie-detector session, the choke-point tests, and it worked, didn't it? She trusts you, loves you maybe? You're gonna take that and use it to find out who she's working for. James,... ..my first posting was in Italy, 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. I mean, really high-grade stuff, and, er, I'm a hero. But I'm still a kid, two years fresh outta Ocala, Florida. I got this perfect girl and she's crazy for me. We're falling in love. I knew the Russians were gettin' close to her. I knew she was in jeopardy. But the material was valuable. I coulda warned her. I coulda 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. Oh, 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. Valiente 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 read Cat's Cradle? No. 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, uh, 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, spread right through the entire national grid. No firewalls, no protection. Jesus! That's it. Our national defence, our national survival, depends on electronics. If you take that away, we're back in the Stone Age with our enemies. This was good. Can I make it? Oh, so close! You're going to Langley. Your cover story is that you washed out of the Farm, but we love ya. 'You're a good boy, a patriot, so we got you a low-level, low-security 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 at the Directorate of Science and Technology in Langley.' Well, if she's a new employee, isn't surveillance on her 24/7? Langley security is about entry and exit, going in, going out. 'You are scoped, taped, tagged like no place on earth.' 'Once you're inside, the assumption is you belong there.' 'Langley's too big to watch' 'We are vulnerable to betrayal from within. Always have been.' 'Ames, Nicholson, Howard. What have you got me doin'?' 'We've given you a data-processing position in the Information 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 radio transmissions in or out. Electronics, computers, telephones, even your voice, create vibrations that a laser pointed at the building can read and translate. This card won't get you into the good stuff, but that little logo definitely gets you laid. Republican girls, oh! Hot! Here we go, this is you. The manual's pretty self explanatory. Log in as much as you can without getting carpal tunnel. Any questions, I'm 12-29. Thank you. 1 Thank you. I'll see you over there? James? Layla, hey. What are...? Oh, you're here? Yep. Data entry. Not exactly what I imagined but... After you left, we missed you at the Farm. Yeah. Look, I'm late, so... Oh, right. OK... It's good to see you. Yeah, you too. Take care. Hi, Frank. Hey, how's it goin'? Good. (SIGHS) Take care. Thanks. See you tomorrow. Hey, Joey. Cappuccino. Sure. James? Hi. Hey. I'm not stalking you, I swear. I come here all the time. How you doin'? OK. Do you mind? No, of course not. Thanks. Sure. What are you reading? Good? Weird. Here you go. Thanks. So. Um. 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. (COMPUTER) "Where are you livin'?" "An apartment in Georgetown." "What about you?" "Nah, I'm over in Adam's Morgan." "When did you move from Boston?" "A week ago. I drove down." Thanks. You're welcome. See you soon? Yeah. Want a ride? Nah, I got my truck. OK. Alright, see ya. Good night. Good night. 'OK, you re-established contact.' 'Now, get into her office. See if she's accessed the programme.' '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 this reason. And she can't print it out, there are no printers. Company policy. 'DS&T is a secure area. You're gonna need clearance.' 'I'll handle that.' Thank you, sir. Morning. Morning. James! A bunch of us are going over to Senor Pepe's "Margarita Monday." Republican interns, huh? Vamanos muchachos. (ANSWERING MACHINE) "Hi, this is Layla Moore." "I'm in a meeting until 4:30. You can call then or leave a message." Hello. Hi. Mike. Black, two sugars? Thanks. Hey. Oh, Sharon! Yeah? I haven't gotten those files I asked you about. Alright, I'll look for them. How was, how was the date? It was great. I just don't know where to go next time, you know? There's this Italian restaurant down in Georgetown. It's just... (KNOCK ON WALL) Hi. Hey. You dropped these in my car. Must've just slipped out of your hand. Nah. I dropped 'em 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? The red pick-up over there. Oh, nice. New? Newish. This your little baby? Yeah. Alright. Night. See you tomorrow. Hey, James! Yeah? I wanna 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 and you're ready to waltz one step, you can have forty seconds of complete privacy where the cameras won't see you. 19, 18, 17... Here? Closer. Here? Yeah, now we're completely private. 10, 9 - What were you thinking about when you figured this out? You. 3, 2, 1, waltz. We have 20 more seconds. It's not enough time. Layla? 1 1 Sorry it's so early but, er... I don't sleep. Piss like a racehorse every two hours. Impossible. What you got? You were right about Layla. Some of the Ice programme's 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? 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 a friend we think they are. I know! I believe Layla's a traitor. It's just... It's ugly. This is an ugly business,... you know? Can't pay us enough for this kinda 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. (KNOCK ON DOOR) (BANG ON DOOR) Alright! Morning, sleepyhead. Sure, come right in. Usually when a man ditches me in the middle of the night, he doesn't call. 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. (WATER SPLASHES) (TOILET FLUSHES) Hey. How about that breakfast you promised me? Cheese eggs. My dad's specialty. He called them "heart stoppers". Breakfast of champions. Good? Mmm-hmm. So, do you still think about it? The Farm, I mean. I wanted Burke to stop. I told him to stop. No, 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. Every person I meet is a possible mark. Sure. I got an idea. Why don't we do stupid tourist things today? We can go sit on Lincoln's knee, go look at John Dillinger's penis. Swear to God, it's in the Smithsonian along with some other Americana like The Fonz's jacket. What do you say? I gotta work. Work? Wrong answer. What are you gonna do on Saturday? It's your taxpayers' dollars in action, my friend. Sure you gotta go to work? Yeah. I'll see you tonight, right? Yeah. See you later. Bye. What a gorgeous dog! Hey, fella. How you doin'? So nice to meet you. He's a sweetheart. Yeah, he's great. Oh, thank you. Have a good day. Hey! > Stop! Freeze! Freeze! Zack! Zack. Hey, you! Stop! Stop! Shots fired in the train station workshop. Suspect's Caucasian, five ten, wearing green jacket. Sorry. Hey! No sign of the suspect yet. Green jacket, male, Caucasian. "That's affirmative, twenty one." Five ten, brown hair. "Hold your position." Copy that. "This is the Shady Grove Red Line. Next stop, Dupont Circle." (PHONE RINGS) Burke here. "Zack's dead." "I killed him." Where are you? I killed him. He... He was working with Layla. "Oh, Jesus." James, just tell me what happened. Uh, she met him. I saw them. Zack attacked me. "I killed him." I have to pull you out. I'll get somebody else on this. 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." "If she's not, I'll intercept her, get the material." I can do this. Please trust me. Alright. I'll come into town. I'll meet you, uh, in the Navy Yards, near M Street. "Eight o'clock." OK. Navy Yards, M Street, eight o'clock. Thank you. Have a good weekend. (HORN SOUNDS) > (SOUNDS HORN) (SOUNDS HORN) (HORN SOUNDS) (SCREAMS) Layla, pull over the goddamn car! Pull over the goddamn car! James, what do you want?! (SCREAMS) Shit! Don't move! Don't move! Open the door! Open it! (SCREAMS) Don't move! Unscrew the bottom. Do it! NOW! Go. I'll tell them you surprised me. Get as far away as possible. What? I don't know why you turned. James, I didn't turn! You did! I know who I'm working with! Do you? Stop! I know everything! Your mission! The intel! Your parents! James, I'm CIA! I was to assess the security to see if I could get the data out! I did! Oh, 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 dead! What?! James, Zack is CIA. He fired on me! I shot him! What? I killed him. I am on a CIA sanctioned mission. No. I didn't wash out of The Farm. I'm the NOC! Zack was the NOC! No! This is a sanctioned mission. I received orders from control! James. No. Layla, go. Get outta here. James, please, just... just listen to me, OK? Just keep the gun on me. Just keep it on me, 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. Listen. I am not a double. I work for the CIA. Zack works for the CIA. We are on an agency sanctioned mission. James... Go. Run. Far away. Disappear, Layla. Disappear, Layla! No! James! 1 1 1 1 (PHONE RINGS) Hello? "Layla?" Listen. The programme you stole from Langley is real. No, James, it can't be real. This is what I do. programmes, code. Where are you? "It doesn't matter." It doesn't matter. I think we started lying to each other as soon as we met, so, uh... "So there's no real reason to believe any of it was true." But I'm gonna anyway, OK? "Time's up." James, it's... James? (BEEP!) Alright. Jesus! You better tell me what the hell is goin' on. Oh, man! My dick's on fire. Layla says I'm a double agent! Zack's dead! What the hell is goin' 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? What about Ice Nine? Keep it as a souvenir. Gibberish. No way. No, it's not. Yeah. The squibs that, uh, went off on Zack when you shot him. What? Nothing's real, remember? Squibs?! No! I watched him die! You did? Yes! Tell him that cos we're meetin' him at Sonny's for drinks. Tell him you watched him die. I'd like to see his face. I'd like to see your face. Alright? Who gave you the gun? Who gave you the gun? Me. No-one uses real bullets. Remember? Everything is role play. Remember? Where were you when we were going through all this? Put that gun out of my face. Point it at my chest, will you? They're blanks in there. Just shoot. Point it at my chest and go ahead. Get it out of your system, so I can go and change my pants. Shoot. Fire. Just shoot it. Pull the trigger. Go ahead, try it. Come on. James? James? Let me explain! I don't know, uh,... what went wrong. You seemed like the perfect recruit. I mean, you were smart. You were motivated. Slayne and some of the rest 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 are 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 goin', James? You called me. You wanted to talk. You said you had something to show me. You bragged about how you were gonna screw the Company, screw us all. You even shot at me in the car. Shot at me! Then 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. < (THUD!) The Ice Nine programme 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 gettin' 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's enough! You stop! Don't talk about him. Do not mention his name! Oh, 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 lettin' it all hang out. Airin' our laundry. Bullshit. 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? It's an option. Here's another option! Shoot me. Go ahead. Oh, now you sound like a sore loser to me. Don't you appreciate the complexity of this thing? James, come on, I'm workin' 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. Alright? Now, where might that be? First tell me why. Why me? "Why? How? When?" You're like baby birds with beaks open waitin' for me to vomit out answers. Why me?! I needed a partner and you a father. What is the job of a CIA officer? You develop an asset. You work him. Then you turn him. I worked you. How much? How much did it cost to buy the great Burke? (GUNSHOTS) Three million. That's cash. Now, are you gonna show me that computer? 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 says? 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! Alright! You want your computer? It's over there behind my coat. Under the stairs. It's all yours. Take it! It's show time. Wave to Langley. It's all over. They've heard it all. Freeze! Hold it! Well,... will you look at this? Twenty seven years, I'm finally in the spotlight, eh? 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? Oh, I hear you. "Why'd you sell us out, Burke?" I sold you out? No way! Jesus Christ. Twenty seven years neck deep 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 gotta do is act! What do you do? Do you do your job? No! I'm obsolete! I'm irrelevant! Me! Shame on you! You yank me home, you shove me out in the woods! Some Ivy League prick who's afraid of having dinner... Jesus Christ. Target is Burke. ..in DC because of street crime is judgin' my work! Shovin' 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. Goddamn it, Walter. You got me! Hand in the cookie jar! You gotta give me one thing. I'm a scary judge of talent. Here goes nothin'. No. Bye-bye. No bullets! No! (GUNFIRE) Alright. Clayton, you ride with me. We're gonna need to debrief you at Langley. James? Let's go, Clayton. You alright, Clayton? Yeah. You 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. IMS Subtitles www.able.co.nz Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Able 2015