You got maybe seven minutes.
- [ Radio Static Crackling ]
Six minutes.
[ Chinese ]
Almost got one
of the fuses fixed.
[ Shrieking ]
- Shh!
- [ Whimpering ]
[ Sniffing ]
[ Chinese ]
[ Shouting In Chinese ]
Thirty seconds.
[ Continues Shouting
In Chinese ]
Get out now.
[ Chinese ]
[ Guard Shouting
In Chinese ]
[ Line Ringing ]
[ Phone Ringing ]
[ Ringing ]
[ Ringing Continues ]
- 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, ifyou want
to see the cable before they do,
- you'd better hustle.
- [ Hanging Up ]
[ Tires Screeching ]
[ Beeping ]
[Phone Ringing]
[Picking Up Receiver]
- Duncan.
- What the hell's goin' on?
- Read the cable.
- Look, if I'm walking
into a shitstorm,
I've 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 Wailing]
Sorry, sir.
You need to come
to the desk with me, please.
Mr. Muir.
[ Tapping Keyboard]
Duty roster has you
checking out tonight.
Just a reminder:
on your way out,
we need to sign out
your I.D., card key,
parking pass.
It's a date.
[ Rapid Beeping ]
You got a cable
from Hong Kong?
You check
the operations center?
[ Chuckles ]
I go up there, Billy Nyland's
gonna want to collect...
that hundred I owe him
from the 'Skins game.
Come on, Henry.
Pull it off the mainframe
for me, will you?
My last day.
[ Clears Throat ]
[ Tapping Keys ]
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.
Did you try Records?
Of course, we have his main files.
It was your personals.
- What do you want to know?
- We'll have your Bishop
op reports downloaded...
and sorted in an hour ortwo;
for now, I'lljust takke your files.
Grab yourself a seat and
make yourself comfortable.
It's gonna take me a while
to dig 'em up.
Call my office as soon as
you have 'em. ASAP.
Oh, Muir?
Good luck
with the retirement.
The director sent this down.
Actually, it looks like
he signed it himself.
Oh, and Harkker said
I'm supposed to collect
allyour 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.
- Are we feeling a little
paranoid on our last day?
When did Noah
build the ark, Gladys?
Before the rain.
Before the rain.
[Security Code Beeping,
DoorSliding Open ]
Hey, Billy,
you got my hundred?
[ Chattering On Radio ]
Harker said to bring
this file up. You want
to buzz me through?
No, I can't, sir.
But I'll make sure
he gets it.
Sir?
[DoorSlides Open ]
[Man ]
Can you get that
Chinese translator?
[ Radio Chattering
Continues ]
[ Man Continues ]
No, that lookks
pretty good.
L ookks good.
...as for the upcomi ng 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 groundworkk for
the President's trip next weekk.
In other world news...
Jeez.
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?
[ Sighs ]
This task force
have a name?
- [ Blinds Whirring Open ]
- [Man ]
This is a tough one, Troy.
I'm gonna
see you later.
You got it, Cy.
[Door Closing]
[ Sighing ]
Good to see you.
Thanks for stoppin' by.
For the record, we've
been joined by Nathan Muir,
Near East ops.
[ Sighs ]
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?
[ Chuckling ]
Yeah!
We just need you
to be a team player
on this one, Muir.
- [ Chuckling ]
- Why is that funny?
Every time my coach
told me that, I knew
I was about to get benched.
[ Chuckling ]
Due to the nature
of this task force, Nathan,
there will be
certain information which
you don't need to know.
A weekk ago, Tom Bishop
disappeared in Hong Kong.
Last ni ght he turned up
outside Shanghai.
He's been arrested
for espionage.
We're working up a 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 teat.
- You using the other two?
- [ Troy Chuckling ]
We don't want outside influences
to... Iimit 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.
Well, where are they
holding him?
- Oh, I'm sorry, Nathan.
- It would be nice to know
what gaps are filled.
I've only got ten fingers
here, you know?
[ Inhales Deeply ]
I guess, kind of
tough timing, hmm?
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.
[ Sighs ]
Spring of'75.
Hue 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 Phoenixprogram.
He was a heavy hitter
named Binh.
dd [ Rockk ]
d Spent the last year
Rockky Mountain way d
d It's time to open fire d
d And we don 't need
the ladies d
d Cryin ' 'cause the story's sad d
[ I nd isti nct ]
- I got some bad news
foryou, sir: he's dead.
- Dead?
J ust 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, and that's
the best you got?
He's a fine shot, sir.
Where is he?
Right over there.
Where, in the backk?
Yeah.
There is another guy,
at least two days away.
- Confirm that for me?
- Yes, sir.
Why is he over there?
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.
[ Men Chattering,
Shouting ]
- Yes, sir?
- Bishop?
That's correct, sir.
- [ Clears 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.
[ Laughs ]
Are you kiddin' me?
No, sir.
When did you get
pulled in?
I volunteered, sir.
[Muir Narrating]
He came across as one of
those idealistic types--
you kknow, a little bit
ofan 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?
Oryou don't want it?
Yeah, I'll do it, sir.
Okay.
[Helicopter Engine Roaring]
The target will be
at a location...
twenty-one clicks away,
tomorrow morning at 0900.
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?'
- Red Shirt located.
Do you have in sight?
- Red Shirt confirmed.
Niner-eight-zero to gate.
One-zero-zero-five
to table.
Wind...
five miles left.
Target in sight.
- [ Clicking ]
- [Helicopter Whirring]
Bravo Six, Bravo Six.
Delta Two. Over.
- Go, Delta Two.
- We have target in sight,
but no shot.
- Say again?
- No shot.
- Helo is obstructing target.
- Helo? NVA doesn't have air support.
Position in jeopardy.
Ourposition is compromised.
Over.
- Say it again. Over?
- Shh. We're still a go.
[ Gasping ]
We have no go.
- [ Whispering ] Clear.
- Don't take the shot!
See ifyou can
get 'em back.
Delta Two, Delta Two--
[ Whispering ]
Move!
Come on, come on.
Delta Two, Delta Two.
Bravo Six, over.
[ Cries Out ]
[ Cries Out Again ]
Sorry about your man,
Captain.
You want to make
another pass, sir?
Hold it.
Go back again.
Hell of an ad
for the Boy Scouts.
Didyou have
a presidential finding
authorizing those kkills?
I don't believe
we've met.
- Who are you?
- Dr. William Byars.
National Security Council.
Was there
a finding, Muir?
[ Snickers ]
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--
- 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.
[ Whispering ]
Muir's secretary's on--
[ Indistinct ]
- [ Whispering Continues ]
- Mm. This will just take a second.
Stop recording.
Stop tape.
Your secretary's got
your wife on the line.
She says it's urgent.
Go ahead.
Want to 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, uh, right.
This'll just take a second.
Right.
[ Distorted ]
Tell you what.
Why don't you hold
that reservation, and, uh,
we may still
be able to use it.
You might just.
As we speak, there are
three guys rummaging...
through everything
I spent a weekk packking.
Uh-huh.
Okay.
Uh-huh.
- If there were any instances
of personal dysfunction,
- Ri ght.
- emotional or psychological,
it could be helpful.
- [ Muir ] Okay.
[Man ] It's insubstantial.
Right.
Right.
[ Muir ]
Mm-hmm. Okay.
That'll be good.
Because presidential findings...
- have no real importance.
- You still there?
Y-Yeah.
So he was an assassin,
recruited to kill.
Sounds good.
Bye-bye.
[ Hangs Up Receiver]
[ Sighs Deeply ]
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, Chuckk?
[Agents Chattering ]
[ Tapping Keypad]
He's on his way down.
[ Hanging Up Receiver]
[ No Audible Dialogue ]
[ Gladys ]
You were right.
It rained.
What about these?
- Burn 'em.
- 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.
No!
[Rapping On Door]
Ah, they shut down
my secure line--
last day and all.
Can I use yours?
Thanks.
Aw, well--
[ Clears Throat ]
Oh, I'm sorry. It's classified.
Do you mind?
Oh! Uh, right.
There's nothing there.
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, ri ght?
Mm.
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.
Ten to seven 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.
[ Sucks Teeth ]
Gee, I'm hungry.
[ Line Ringing ]
[ Woman ]
Hong Kong Herald.
- Digger Gibson, please.
- One moment, sir.
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
"C.I.A. 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.
- [ Chuckles ]
- 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.
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 homeworkk.
I talkked 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.
dd [Dire Straits,
"Soldiers In Arms"]
d Your valleys andyour farms d
I had his C. O. give him
just menial duties...
with non-English-speakking
personnel.
And I kkept him in limbo about
even the possibility ofgoing home.
And then I watched...
and waited.
dd [ Rockk Guitar]
This consi gnment is
a complete misdirect.
It needs to go to
Military H.Q. in Mannheim.
You understand?
[ Under His Breath ]
Fuck!
Then, in December, when
I didn't thinkk he could
takke anymore,
- I made the move.
- d These mist-covered mountains d
d Are a home now to me d
There she is.
[ Chuckles ]
d But my home is the lowlands d
Uh, sorry sir. It's Bishop.
Sergeant Bishop?
Oh, Christ.
Of course!
Hi.
[ Woman ]
Yeah, hi.
Sandy, this is Tom Bishop.
Tom, right?
- Yes, sir. Tom, sir.
- Tom. How are you?
Nice to meet you.
- Sandy?
- My second wife.
- Second wife?
- He asked me what
I was doing in Berlin,
and I told him I was there
as a military liaison of a 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.
[Dean Martin ]
d Oh, the weather outside
is frightfuld
d But the fire is so delightfuld
dd [ Indistinct ]
Central Intelli gence?
T rain you as an agent.
You'd be working for me.
Mostly undercover.
[ Chuckles ]
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.
d All the way home
I'll be warm dd
[ Chuckles Softly ]
The next day,
we started his tradecraft.
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.
That's disappointing.
[Man ]
Guten Morgen, meine Herren.
Today we're going to be
discussing a radio set.
Notjust any radio set,
but a Russian radio set.
Every building, every room,
every situation is a snapshot.
While I'm sitting here talkking
to you, I'm also checkking
the room, memorizing it.
The people.
What they're wearing.
Then I ask the question,
"What's wrong with this
picture? Anything suspect?"
[ Shouting ]
You've gotta see it,
assess it and dismiss
most ofit...
- without looking, without thinking.
- Without thinkking?
It's just like breathing.
You breathe, don't you?
Always carry cigarettes
and a lighter too.
Great ice-breaker.
- Eine Kaffee, bitte.
- Zwei.
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 assi gnment?
When I decide
you're ready.
- What is your name?
- Michael Sandville.
The suit in the kitchen.
- Threat?
- Wait, how'd you see that? Ah!
- 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.
[ Chuckles ]
Come on.
- Did you serve in Vietnam?
- No, I did not.
- Favorite color?
- Why don't we discuss it over coffee?
You just lost ten seconds.
Solicit information
from someone.
Gladly.
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.
[ Muir]
Youjust gave her fourpieces
ofpersonal information...
for one dubious,
impersonal fact.
Just trying to find out
where she got that dress.
Where are you from?
When's your birthday?
You know everything
about me. I don't know
a thing about you.
[Muir]
Okkay, what didyou 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 fashions.
[ Chuckles ]
What if she
were an asset?
You told her four lies
that now have to be true.
Okay.
[ No Audible Dialogue ]
dd [Lounge Piano ]
[ Chattering In German ]
[ Groaning,
Speaking German ]
[ Continues In German ]
[ Replying In German ]
I thought spies drank martinis.
Scotch, never less
than 1 2 years old.
Is that right?
Agency rules?
My rules.
All right, so what else?
What else do I need to know?
[ Exhales ]
Put away some money
so you can die someplace warm.
Don't ever touch it.
Not for anyone. Ever.
Okay.
Is that it?
Don't ever risk your life
or your career for an asset.
If it comes down to
you or them, send flowers.
dd [Jazz Piano ]
He was a natural.
He could takke an
East German who had
just come over the Wall,
Iookk him straight in the eye,
and askk him to go backk...
to the place he just fled
and spy for us.
[ Bishop Speakking
German ]
He got so good at it he could
close in a single afternoon,
send the guy out with a smile.
Let me get this strai ght:
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, Indistinct ]
Hold transcription, hold tape.
I'll be right back.
[ Sighs ]
[ No Audible Dialogue ]
[ Sighs ]
You know, this would go
a lot faster, you guys,
ifyou'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 stuffwe learn in the field.
[ Sighs ]
[ Troy]
Sorry about that.
Okkay, where were we?
[ Muir]
I thinkk we were
talkking about...
Operation Rodeo--
ri ght, Chuck?
You're on.
[ Sucking In Breath ]
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.
- Ah, Ann.
- Hello.
- [ Man ] 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.
Ah, 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 filed for divorce.
[ Laughs ]
Oh, I'm so sorry, Nathan.
How is it I always
say the wrong things?
- [ Chuckles ]
- Patricia?
Yeah, my third wife.
- My God, how many wives
have you had?
- Four.
You want to hear
about them, or Bishop?
- You see that gentleman?
- [ Young 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.
Tomorrow, your wife, your kids,
will all be safe in Munich.
- I gotta make a stop.
- What?
- It's a scheduled stop.
I gotta make a phone call.
- They follow you.
Friedrich, it's all
taken care of, okay?
If they ask, tell 'em
I got sick.
[ Klaxon Sounding ]
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?
- [ Engine Roaring ]
- [ Tires Screeching ]
Are you bringing
someone across?
- [ Whispers In German ]
- Bitte.
- Yes?
- Vodka did me in.
I'm comin' home.
- Throw out the bottle.
- Repeat that?
Throw out the bottle.
They know.
They don't know.
They don't fuckin' know.
They'll be waiting.
Drop as close to checkpoint
as possible.
- Negative, we're comin' across.
- No. That's an order.
- Let him go.
- [ Whispering ] They will kill him.
[ Retching ]
[ Groaning ]
[ Gasps, Pants ]
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're a liar.
This way, you still
have a chance.
I can't help you.
- Just get out of the car.
- I will not get out.
- Get out of the car! Get out!
- I will not get out!
I will not!
No! No! No!
No!
Get out.
Get out!
Please.
My wife. My children.
I can't help you!
[ Starts Engine ]
[ Sobbing ]
[ Chattering In German ]
[ German ]
[ German ]
Nathan, what happened?
What went wrong?
- Nothing.
- Nothing?
Actually, one thing.
Don't ever question me again.
Ever.
What?
I gave you an order,
you take it.
You don't ask why.
Those ten seconds on the phone
could have 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 have 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.
You didn't look in his eyes.
Don't tell me that!
He was your asset.
Somebody you used
for information.
Aw, Jesus Christ! You don't
just trade these people
like they're baseball cards.
It's not a fuckin' 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 want to 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 doin' 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 ifyou're not
willing to sacrifice
scum like Schmidt...
for those that want
nothing more than
their freedom,
then you better take
a hard look at your
profession, my friend.
Because it doesn't get any easier.
Why did you use me?
Do you want to walk?
Walk.
You should have told me
about the op.
You used me.
I did. And listen to this,
because this is important.
Ifyou had pulled
some stunt over there,
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?
Ann Cathcart's body
was found...
in the lobby of
a cheap hotel in East Germany,
just two months after
she defected.
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?
- Mm.
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?
Ten, twelve hours to make a trade.
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.
[ Woman Screaming ]
Let go of me!
[ No Audible Dialogue ]
[Male Announcer]
For more on this
late-breakking story,
we go live to Hong Kong.
[ Announcer #2 ]
It has been confirmed
that the Chinese claim...
to have arrested an American
operative for the C.I.A.
While the State Department
remains quiet, official sources
say that the individual,
working out of American
consulate in Hong Kong,
was captured
in an act of espionage.
Ifconfirmed, this comes
at a bad time for an administration...
which is in the middle
oftrade negotiations with China.
The U.S. government is in the process
ofnegotiating his release.
The embassy promised
to keep us abreast...
We are so fucked.
ofthe situation as it develops.
- This is Frankk Nall, live in Hong Kong.
- Guess that limits our options.
I want to 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,
and 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?
- Not a chance.
You'd show up and try
to clean the place, and scare
the native girls away.
[ Chuckles ]
I wish. I'll be working for
Andy Unger down the hall.
[ Sighs, Groans ]
You're gonna miss it.
You know that, don't you?
[ Sighs ]
[ Chattering ]
Thankyou. Thankyou.
Mm-hmm. Have a nice day.
Thankyou. Thankyou.
Thankyou.
Mm-hmm.
Thankyou.
[ TV Announcer]
Formore on this story,
we go live to Hong Kong.
And, in a late-breaking
development of the incident
reported earlier,
rumors that Tom Bishop,
an alleged C.I.A. operative,
had been captured
in an act ofespionage,
now appears to be a hoax.
Tom Bishop died
While the C.I.A. 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 U.S. trade negotiations.
This is Frankk Nall,
live in Hong Kong.
- [ Gasping ]
- Mr. Muir?
- [ Shouting In Chinese ]
- [ Screaming ]
[ Chuckling ]
Told you you'd miss it.
Who do you trust
in military intelligence?
I co-signed
Martha Rayburn's car loan.
Listen, Gladys.
I gotta buy some time here.
I'm gonna need Imagery Analysis
for a military prison nearSu Chou.
And ifyou use the phones,
don't use these.
Any chance I could
lose my job over this?
Good. I didn't want to work
for Andy Unger anyway.
[ Door Closes ]
[ People Chattering,
Live And On Radios ]
I know who it is.
I know who Bishop was after.
Well, so do we.
But do you know why?
[ Snickering ]
I mean, if anybody
knew the back story,
I mean, it would,
well, uh,
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?
You were at the briefing.
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 together.
Now, Operation Sideshow.
That's near the prison, right?
NearSu Chou.
China. Come on.
Any air support?
[ Beeping ]
Oh.
[ Si ghs ]
Shit, that's probably Fol ger.
Yup.
[ Si ghs ]
P'eng Hu Islands.
Commander Wiley's
outfit.
Forty minutes from
Su Chou Prison.
Thank you.
Oh, hey,
I'm having a little retirement
dinnerparty tonight.
- Services library. Say, 7:00?
- Sure.
You know, I uh--
[ Chuckles ]
I didn't know you liked me.
[ Laughing ]
[ Door Closing]
What was that all about?
What did Muir want?
What?
He was just talking.
- What about?
- His party.
I don't think
you're invited.
Gladys?
[Phone Ringing]
[Rings, Beeps ]
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 cancelled.
- Your party?
- [ Hanging Up, Beeping ]
- [ Dial Tone ]
We're gonna need you
upstairs a bit longer.
[ElevatorDings]
What's that?
I said, we're gonna need you
upstairs a bit longer.
[ Sighs ]
[ Sighs Deeply ]
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 want
to help out.
Is it relevant
to the issue at hand?
I know who
Bishop was after.
Elizabeth Hadley.
Pull up what we have
on Hadley.
[Man Clearing Throat ]
[ Beeping ]
It 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 ni ghtmare.
[Announcer]...tookk Beirut
and surrounding areas into
a new round ofbitter fighting.
Sheikh Salameh
was our target.
He ran a large terrorist faction
that had takken out a number
ofAmerican targets,
including at least one
of the embassy bombings...
that left 2 12 people dead--
mostly civilians.
An assassination
was not an option.
He needed to appear to die
ofnatural causes, to avoid
violent repercussions,
and even more bloodshed--
his base of operations was Cyprus.
What we knew about hi m was
that he was extremely dangerous,
extremely paranoid,
and he was
planning a trip to Beirut
to see the family doctor.
[ Camera Clickking ]
I sent Bishop in
a couple of months
ahead of me,
to makke contacts and get within
strikking distance ofthe sheikkh.
dd [Arab ]
I set him up
at the Commodore.
Where all the flackks
and the expatriates stayed.
[ No Aud i ble Dialogue ]
H is cover was
as a photojournalist.
He was good.
- He was talented.
He had a good eye.
- [ Camera Clicking ]
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.
- [ Camera Cl icki n g ]
Tookk him seven weekks...
but Bishop found a way
to get to the sheikkh.
- H i.
- H i.
[ Chatteri ng I n Arabic ]
[ Arabic ]
[ Elizabeth ]
Yeah, uh, tobacco, see, cigarettes--
It's for the children,
for God's sake.
Fine.
[ Children Shouting ]
Okay, calm down.
[ Chuckkling ]
Calm down!
[ Muir]
Bishop delivered
medical supplies...
to the refugee camp.
He'd negotiated a deal with
a new contact in order to get
closer to the sheikkh 's doctor.
- [ Shutter Clickking ]
- Takke the antibiotics
and the morphine...
strai ght to the doctor;
the rest of the stuff,
the hypos, the bandages--
[ Elizabeth Continues,
Indistinct ]
- [ Dialogue Faint, Distant ]
- [ Shutter Clickking ]
[ No Audible Dialogue ]
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.
Of course, they've got
to make it back.
- There we go, honey.
- [ Child Whimpers ]
[Shutter Clickking ]
- Hi.
- Hi.
I'd like to come back
and do a story on the doc.
Maybe get something
published for you.
[ Chuckles ]
For me?
Yeah, let the world know
what's goin' on here.
Well, I don't know,
Terry.
Maybe we can
work something out.
[ Car Starting ]
[ Refugees Chattering ]
Anyway, Bishop did
a "day in the life"
spread on the doctor...
that we got printed
in the Times.
So, with that relationship
intact, things lookked good.
[ Chuckling ]
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 only
opportunity to takke 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.
[ Ringing ]
- Hello?
- [ Driver ] Muir has arrived.
Huh?
Can you get
over here soon?
[ Sighing ]
Right. Okay.
Good.
All right.
[ Yawning ]
What's wrong?
Uh, Israeli troops.
Movin' into the Bekaa Valley.
Mm.
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.
dd [ Muezzin ]
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 Salemeh,
he's moving.
How?
Speedboat from Cyprus.
He's booked the top floor
of the Nebaa apartments
for two weeks.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Motor Roaring ]
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.
Well, I got
a good spot.
Yeah?
Yeah, taught the guy
to make migas. Yeah.
Migas?
Mexican restaurant in Beirut, huh?
I'm impressed.
Suddenly, Mexican doesn't
sound so good to me.
This better be
the best damn breakfast
I ever had.
It's delicious.
You'll love it.
We have to make it
to the end of the alley.
You're gonna make
a beautiful corpse.
[Machine Gun Firing]
Happy birthday, Nathan.
You know Langley has seven
different birth dates for you?
Well, they're all wrong.
I know. It wasn't easy.
K.G.B., 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 goin' on here.
Operation Dinner Out.
Dinner Out?
Mm.
Dinner Out.
I'll remember that.
[Men Shouting In Arabic,
Car Doors Closing]
Here we go.
- 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 oftown.
- [ Boat Motor Rewing ]
I got to him
through an aid worker.
- Blonde or brunette?
- I didn't say it was a she.
Is she cute?
[ Chuckles ]
Just someone I used
to get to the camp.
- [Shutter Clickking]
- Is she gonna be any
further use to us?
Not to us.
[ Tires Screeching,
Engine Revving ]
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.
- You're ten 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?
I'm great. Listen, I have
a friend I thinkyou'd be
interested in speaking with.
You good on time?
Okay.
Yes, okay.
Hello, doctor.
Fine. May I?
How are you, sir. Please.
It's official business.
I'm afraid a bit unpleasant,
but something 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 ofyears backk,
from CO2 asphyxiation.
We have reason to believe
that the death ofyour parents
was not accidental.
Are you saying...
they were murdered?
We know who did it.
I wanted to give you
a chance, ifyou want it,
to do something about this.
Something I think would
serve both of our interests.
I'm sorry.
[Muir]
It's likke he wanted me to kknow.
What I did kknow was
that ifwe weren't careful,
she was going to cause
the whole thing to come
crashing down around us.
Okay. Y eah.
Good.
He's been with her
every ni ght.
dd [ Oud]
Yeah.
[ Indistinct ]
Scotch.
dd [ Woman Singing
In Arabic ]
Wh-What's wrong?
Nothin'.
Excuse me, sir?
Mm. See the gentleman
at the bar?
Would you get him a double
ofyour cheapest scotch?
Okay? Thank you.
[Elizabeth, Laughing]
- Who is it?
- It's this guy, he, uh,
he workks at the embassy.
He helped me out
with a passport problem.
Monsieur, the gentleman here
bought you a scotch.
Good guy.
A really good guy.
- T erry. It's T erry, ri ght?
- That's right.
It's good to see you
again, Nathan.
I was just saying
how you helped me out
with that passport problem.
Uh, Elizabeth Hadley,
Nathan Muir.
Pleased to meet you.
Nice to meet you.
What you 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--
that's gotta be you, ri ght?
- Well, you never know.
- [ Chuckling ]
You want to join us?
Ah-- Well, maybe,
just for a minute.
I don't want to 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?
[ Chuckling ]
"It all"?
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--
- Please, don't defend me.
What?
No, no, she's right.
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. Well, it's
more effective that way.
Families at home.
Greater chance for casualties.
And quite a lot
of these shells, they seem
to come from warships.
[ Chuckles ]
Funny, too, now that
I think about it.
The bombs, the guns,
the bullets, the tanks,
they all come from
somewhere else, too--
uh, China, Syria,
Iraq, Iran--
the U.S.
This place is like "31 Flavors"--
something for everyone.
- Bad day at the office, Nathan?
- Ah, sh-- 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.
Mm.
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,
but 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, right?
No, please don't.
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.
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 tellin' 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 you any favors?
You're out of line. Drop it.
It's under control.
Oh!
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 doin'.
But my personal life is my business.
You stay out of it.
Oh, like heck.
Sure-- "Terry."
I'll stay out of
your personal life.
[Elizabeth ]
Excusez-moi. Uh, taxi.
Taxi, s'il vous plait.
Oui, madame.
Am I getting
played here?
Huh?
- 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, uh, fine.
I'm a fixer. Uh, fanatic.
How do you think
I move so freely?
You know, I make deals.
Provide introductions.
Anything to try and help...
the people
that I work with.
As much as I'd like to deny it,
most times, those introductions
have consequences.
Why can't you go home?
Why can't you go home?
- Why?
- I put--
- Why?
- I was involved with, um, 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?
Y-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 workked both ends
against the middle for so long,
[ Filtered]
the middle decided
to give up and go home.
The Chinese, of course,
had serious problems with her.
A lot of little ones.
One bi g 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.
[Seagulls Crying,
Waves Roaring]
I'm gonna try to
get us some work
in South America.
- Ever been to Argentina?
- [Horn Honkking]
[ Gasping ]
You okay?
Yes.
I am okay.
Fuck.
Okay.
Half a drop of this
on the skin...
and he'll be dead
within 1 2 hours.
You will use
this stethoscope.
You will take the cap off,
hold it to his chest
to check his heart,
and place the cap back on--
don't brush up against it.
Got it?
Yeah.
That's it.
Tell me--
is it hard?
Is what hard?
To take a life.
[ Sighs ]
Yeah.
The sheikh wants me to come
at noon. On Friday.
Which was just
four long days away.
[Muir]
Intelligence showed us
he was in the process...
ofplanning a major attackk on
the civilian sector of West Beirut.
We were on the clockk, and we kknew
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.
[ Chatteri ng ]
And to satisfy Langley,
I met with the L ebanese militia,
who were more than just a little
excited about even the possibility...
of putti ng thei r bomb sq uad
i nto action against the sheikh,
in case the plan
with the doctor failed.
- Monsieur. Bonjour.
- [ Muir] The militia was
purely a backkup.
Not a real option.
[ Dogs Barkking, Baying ]
And then there was the waiting.
That's the worst part.
Gives you too much time
to consider, "What if?"
[ Knockking On Door]
My name's T om.
[ Si ghs Deeply ]
And then, on... Thursday,
the day before
the sheikkh 's physical,
the Druze and the Party of God
started a street war in South Beirut.
She got antsy,
and the water boiled over.
T om Bishop on the phone.
Y eah?
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
and shelled the camp.
- You let him go?
- Nathan--
- You let her take him?
- On my way. 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.
[Horns Honkking]
Get out of the way!
Move!
[ No Audible Dialogue ]
[ Sighs ]
[Plane Passes Overhead]
Ahmad, it's time.
I'm sorry.
We gotta go now.
- [Horn Honkking]
- Fuck! Move!
[ Phone Ringing ]
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.
Get out of the way!
Come on! Move! Move!
Move! Move!
Get out of the fucking way!
- [Phone Ringing]
- Hello?
[ Crowd Jeering ]
[ No Audible Dialogue ]
[ No Audible Dialogue ]
Okay. Okay.
Good luck, Ahmad.
[ Panting ]
Ahmad, we gotta go.
You okay?
Yes. Yes. Yes.
You okay? Okay.
Thankyou.
Come on, Ahmad.
Come on.
[Dog Barkking]
[Man Shouting In Arabic ]
[Muir Narrating] The destruction
was a little more extensive...
than anyone anticipated.
Our Lebanese friends were
a little insecure about this
being their first bi g mission,
so they packked up the car
with enough Semtex
to blow up halfofBeirut.
[ 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.
That was the last time
I saw him.
Happy?
Seventy-four casualties,
an 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.
Be 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.
Lizzy?
[Phone Ringing]
Yes?
I'm on my way.
I've got to go brief
the White House.
We'll finish this up
at 0700 tomorrow.
- The files you requested, sir.
- Ah, thankkyou.
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, yeah.
- Oh, forgot my smokes.
- I'll get them, sir.
You're aware this is now
a nonsmoking facility, sir?
Feels good to break
a rule now and then.
[ Beeps ]
Good morning. Thomas Quinn.
Mitch Alford, please.
Nathan Muir.
One moment, please.
Mitch, I got
Nathan Muir on the line.
Want to take it? Thanks.
Hey, Nathan.
What can I do foryou?
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?
This should work
for both of them.
Liquidate everything, Mitch.
Stocks, T-bills
money markets, the works.
Shouldn't we discuss this?
No. I don't care
about the penalties.
- I want to have access to it now.
- Nathan, save for a rainy day.
Look, I know what I'm doing.
Wire-transfer the balance
to this account:
- 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. Mislaid my pass.
I'll take a look upstairs.
No problem.
Get a load ofthis.
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.
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?
- [ Sighs ]
- What's going on, Unger?
I'm looking for my badge.
I don't understand it--
[ Rapid Beeping ]
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?
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 going to ask
him for help? He's going to 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.
- What do we need Deng for?
- Thirty minutes of complete
blackout at Su Chou.
And Harry?
Yeah?
Give me bottom dollar.
[Man Shouting In Chinese ]
[ Gunshot Echoing]
[ Cell Phone Ringing]
- Yeah?
- Deng wants 500,000 yuan for
the power-out at Su Chou.
[ Muir]
No way.
Tell him a hundred "K",
and I'll pay in dollars.
[ Sighing,
Speaking Chinese ]
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...
ten employees, two supervisors,
a local politician--
all ofwhom stand to lose
their lives ifthey get caught.
[ Exhales ]
Come on, Muir.
It's not like
it was your money.
T ell 'im 282 grand
in the Grand Cayman account
and that's it.
dd [ "Baywatch" Theme Music ]
Okay. It's a done deal.
Morning, Gladys.
Oh, if the wife calls,
tell her I'll be upstairs.
[ Chattering ]
Good morning, gentlemen.
Director Wilson.
Good morning.
Have a seat.
I, uh, found
some extra stuff on Bishop.
I don't think it's relevant,
but ifyou want to see it--
Harker, you want to
go ahead?
There are a couple of things
that need to be cleared up.
About Bishop?
No, aboutyou, 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.
- [ Scoffs ]
- 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?
Muirtransferred that amount to
a Grand Cayman accountyesterday.
As of an hour ago,
it's gone.
You want to accuse me
of something? Accuse me.
Maybe the payoff went to...
Di gby Gibson when
you tipped off the press.
Troy?
Leave Digger out of this.
His paper's a front.
He's MI-6'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 0300 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 thinkyou better
tell us everything.
I've been using company resources
for personal benefit.
Forthe pastyear,
I've been routing
one ofour satellites...
over some retirement property
that I'm thinking about buying.
[ Wilson ]
What the hell is that?
Harkker, 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.
I believe I'll sit in
for the rest ofthis.
Aiken, where did
you leave offyesterday?
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. Let's get on with this.
After the bombing,
Hadley was a concern.
Not only to Middle East ops
but to Bishop's life.
So I brokkered a trade
with the Chinese government,
using Hadley in exchange for
a U.S. diplomat convicted of espionage.
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.
Okay, 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??"
Helluva way to speak
to your wife.
Why do you think
they keep dumping him?
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.
[ Clears Throat ]
Any other questions?
Yeah, one.
Ifyou'd known he was going after her,
would you have told us?
No.
[Aikken ] 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?
Nondisclosure agreement.
Aren't you going to read it?
- Read it a thousand times.
- Aiken, would you escort...
Mr. Muirfrom the building?
[ No Audible Dialogue ]
[ No Audible Dialogue ]
- Dinner with his wife?
- Why?
- He said he had four wives.
- I'm changing phones.
- There was one in Germany.
- [Harkker] His first wife was Korean.
- [ Byars ] And Peggy, that's three.
- He was only married once.
This is BlackkHawkk 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?
[ Man ]
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?
[ Phone Ringing ]
[ Si ghs ] There's been
an incident in China.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
[Man ]