Breach Page #7
Would you like to
hear some music, sir?
Yes, I'm in the mood
for some Andrews Sisters.
They got any in here?
Not to my knowledge, sir.
I didn't think so.
That's good.
You've got until 5:00.
AGENT:
Yes, sir.Clear.
Jesus.
This guy could park
at the bottom of the Potomac
and come out firing.
MAN:
Yes, sir.He just arrived.
Oh, I see.
Yes, sir, I understand.
Absolutely.
Yes, sir.
I've got some bad news,
Agent Hanssen.
We're gonna have to
cut this meeting short.
I don't understand.
That was my superior.
He's called me into
an emergency meeting.
I'm sorry.
Does he know that I'm here?
Yes, sir.
Does he know who I am?
I made that clear
to him, sir, yes.
He wants me to reschedule
at your convenience.
No, thanks.
Sir?
This visit
was a courtesy.
Let's go.
Maybe there's somebody else
who can show us around.
Get the car.
Boss, I'm sorry.
I was doing you a favor
bringing you along.
I know I spoke out of turn.
When somebody takes
a sh*t on you,
you don't reschedule.
He wasn't called in
to any meeting.
It's a power play.
I didn't see it
that way.
Well, that's why
you're still a clerk.
(ANNOYED)
What's he looking for?
(TRUNK DOOR SLAMS)
GUARD:
Okay.(SIGHING)
Just take me back
to the office.
(PHONE RINGING)
Plesac
They're on their way back.
Uh-huh.
The meeting
only took 20 minutes.
They're on Wilson Boulevard,
heading back.
Sew it up.
Sir?
We're aborting. Sew it up.
How about that?
The Parkway's wide open.
I hate the Parkway.
Take E Street.
There's construction
on E Street. I heard that
on the radio this morning.
So take Constitution.
Sir, I'm SSG.
We tail people for a living.
The Parkway's faster.
Is that a fact?
MAN:
Let's go, let's go.I just paged him.
Where are we?
I'm not sure yet.
Maybe screwed.
(HORNS BLARING)
Lmbecile.
I'm sorry.
Idiot.
I'm sorry.
Is this
what they teach you
in ghosting school?
No wonder the Bureau
can never find anyone.
(HONKING)
Hey, just relax.
Don't tell me to relax.
What are you doing?
I can sit here
for an hour.
Or I can walk two blocks,
get on the other side of
this bottleneck by myself,
and take a five-minute
cab ride back to the office.
Now, which do you think
would better serve
the needs of the Bureau?
It's just traffic.
Hello, Hanssen's on foot.
PLESAC:
Good GodI put him back at the office
in 10 minutes, best case.
Your boy's killing us.
He'll be fine.
Boss. You gotta get
back in the truck, sir.
Haven't you made
enough mistakes
for one day, Eric?
Now you want to throw in
a traffic violation?
Sir, you have to
get back in the truck.
Well, why should I?
Look, don't kill me, okay?
I did something stupid.
What a shock.
I lied to you, sir.
There isn't any construction
on E Street. I made that up.
What would you
do that for?
Because I need your help.
And I was afraid
to ask if we could
make an extra stop.
I wanted to go back
to the reading room, sir.
The Catholic
Information Center.
I sort of have to.
Why?
It's Juliana.
We've been fighting
all week.
About what?
To be honest, sir,
your church.
She didn't like it, boss.
She didn't get it.
So I wanted to go back
to the reading room.
I thought
there might be some books
I could get for her,
to help her
see things better.
I figured if we were
driving right past,
It was stupid,
I know.
But there it is.
You swear to God.
Excuse me?
Swear to God
that everything
you just told me is true.
No.
I'm not gonna do that.
I wouldn't lie
about my wife,
or the church.
If you don't know that
by now,
then I sure as hell wouldn't
take the Lord's name in vain
just to prove it to you.
You know something, sir?
You do test people too much.
And I've had it.
I was asking for your help.
Have a nice walk, sir.
I'll see you
back at the office.
(CAR HORN HONKING)
Maybe...
Maybe
I overstepped.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Yeah?
O'Neill just
talked him back in.
How'd he manage that?
Hard to say
From here it looks
like he may have
proposed marriage.
He talked him
back in the car.
(SIGHS)
This needs to be mailed.
You're not
coming in, sir?
I don't have to
account to you, do I?
No, sir.
(DOOR SLAMS)
(FOOTSTEPS FADING)
(KETTLE WHISTLING)
(WOMAN MOANING)
(COUPLE PANTING)
(DOOR OPENS)
Hey.
Hi.
What are you watching?
Nothing.
Just a training tape
on surveillance.
Hanssen wanted me to make sure
the transfer was okay.
Oh.
Would you mind getting
the rest of the groceries
for me, honey?
Just a few more bags
in the car.
How was school?
It was fine. I'm just tired.
Jule.
A training tape
on surveillance?
This is not
what it looks like.
What it looks like
is he's making
pornos of Bonnie,
except she doesn't
know about it.
Everybody told me,
when you marry the Bureau,
things get weird. The cases.
But they never told me
about this.
This has nothing
to do with a case.
Oh.
So you weren't just
steaming open his mail?
He gave it to you?
I gotta go.
Do you trust me?
(SIGHS)
Yes.
'Cause I think you've got
this idea somehow
that telling me
would mean
you were betraying
your country or something.
It wouldn't.
It's okay.
He's a creep.
I knew that already.
It's just...
He's been in our home.
I'd just like to know
what this is.
Can't you tell me?
Please?
I don't know
when I'll be back.
(DOOR CLOSING)
Juliana, are you okay?
I'm have gone into
Don't worry, Juliana,
everything's gonna be okay.
No! It's not okay, Vanna.
First of all,
i can't stand you.
So, where have you been, Jule?
Nothing, I have been
successed to Bonnie.
Is that right, Jule?
Nope, you didn't success
her anymore.
We can't be close to me.
Maybe i can.
I do.
No, it is not.
Yes, it is.
Let's start talking right now, Vanna, okay?
That's right.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
I think my wife
just read herself
into the case.
That was a colossally
stupid thing to do!
You could jeopardize
this entire investigation!
Are you an idiot?
You know,
you're as much to blame
for this as anybody.
I'm telling
so many lies now,
I can't keep 'em
straight anymore.
You want to make
things easier?
The next time Hanssen
gives you a package,
and he tells you
to mail it,
you mail it.
That package was re-sealed
as you found it, right?
Yes.
There's no trace that
it had ever been opened?
Nothing that would
ever arouse suspicion
on the other end?
No, I posted it
from the Bureau
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