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five minutes ago.

It was pristine.

We'll see.

Look,

I'm sorry you're having

problems at home.

I'd offer you some advice,

but it wouldn't be worth much.

I don't even have a cat.

All I can tell you

is you keep

your head on straight

and you do your job.

It's your best shot

at getting this over with.

Understand?

We pulled 300 pages

of classified material

out of a Lawn and Leaf bag

from his trunk today.

And quite a bit

of correspondence

from the Palm Pilot.

His next drop appears

to be imminent.

Unless, of course,

somebody does something

to make him suspicious.

Right.

Right.

I really should be

getting back to this.

Yeah, okay.

Can I ask you

something?

Sure.

Is it worth it?

Being an agent.

What it costs.

Do you think

it's worth it?

Ask me

when we've caught him.

Eric.

Yes, boss?

Come in here.

I want to show you

something.

This is the address of

my mechanic in Manassas.

I'm dropping my car off

on Monday.

I need you to pick me up

and bring me in to work.

No later than 8:
15.

Is something wrong

with your car, sir?

Yeah. I'm having it swept

for electronic devices.

Oh, yeah?

Been sensing signal bursts

coming through

my radio lately,

and car alarms go off

when I drive past.

It's not beneath

the Russians to track me.

I'm tailed all the time.

They know how much I know.

Yes, sir.

You know this movie?

(INAUDIBLE)

She's very appealing.

Yes, sir.

I've always thought so.

Close the door

on your way out.

(SIGHS SOFTLY)

(PAGER BEEPS)

VANNA:

Are you serious?

It's a test from Eric!

Why did you do this?

(VANNA SOBBING)

What happened?

We just got

the encryption

off this one.

His last letter

to his handlers in

the SVR two days ago.

He's going to ground,

isn't he?

Yes.

ERIC:
Then we're dead

"Dear friends, I thank you

for your assistance

these many years.

"It seems, however,

that my greatest utility

to you has come to an end,

"and it is time to seclude

myself from active service.

"Since communicating last,

and one wonders

if because of it,

"I have been promoted

to a higher do-nothing

senior executive job,

"outside of regular access

to information within the

counterintelligence program.

"It is as if

I am being isolated.

"Furthermore,

I believe I have detected

"repeated bursting

radio signal emanations

from my vehicle.

"I have not found

their source,

"but as you wisely do,

I will leave this alone.

"For knowledge of their

existence is sufficient.

"Amusing,

the games children play.

"In this, however,

I strongly suspect that

you should have concerns

"for the integrity

of your compartment

"concerning knowledge

of my efforts on your behalf.

"Something has aroused

the sleeping tiger.

"Perhaps you know

better than I.

"Life is full

of its ups and downs

"Yours truly, Ramon."

(SOBBING QUIETLY)

BURROUGHS:
Okay, if he

doesn't make another drop,

what do we have?

We've got

the Palm Pilot.

It still gives us

conspiracy to

commit espionage.

Until he walks

into a court

with a lawyer

who says everything

on the Palm Pilot

was just notes

for a spy novel

he was planning to write.

What about the evidence

in his trunk?

Unauthorized possession

of classified material.

That's five years.

Hardly enough

to make him talk.

Maybe we just

keep promoting him.

Might be the only way

to keep him from retiring.

Sh*t.

He's outside

your apartment.

What?

He's parked outside

your apartment.

Just pulled up.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(BEEPS)

It's him.

BONNIE:
Hello?

ROBERT (on phone): Maybe i just save those

sex tapes on conviction.

What did you just say it again?

Maybe, we should save it later.

What?

(PHONE DIALING OFF)

VANNA:
What's wrong?

I don't know, Vanna.

It sucked that photos in here.

JULIANA:
What do you see?

Just go away!

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello, this is Juliana.

I'll hold it for a second.

Hey, Juliana.

We promised sometimes.

What do you want,

Vanna?

It's been awhile

since I came through the door.

Holy Lord.

Appreciate the best.

ADDIE:

Mommy!

VANNA:

Oh, Addison.

I'll tuck you in, sweetie,

alright?

How drunk did he sound?

He wasn't slurring

or anything.

Maybe a little

surlier than usual,

but that's about it.

The guy's melting down.

That would bother me

a lot less

if he didn't have

a dozen guns

in his trunk.

Drop me off here, okay?

It's right around the corner.

I know where it is.

(TAPPING ON GLASS)

We got a team

on his tail, right?

Uh-huh.

Can we pull 'em back?

Why would I want

to do that?

I think I can still

work him.

I think I can get him

to make that drop.

Do you need me to read

that letter again, Eric?

There is no drop.

He's going to ground.

No, he's dying to make it.

We just have to

make him feel safe.

What if he's made you?

What if he has?

Bumper-locking him's

not gonna make me any safer.

Please.

I can handle him.

Okay.

I'll call Dean.

Ten minutes,

as promised.

Caught me coming

right out of the Metro.

Why didn't you drive?

Juliana needed the car.

I felt like walking,

anyway.

Why? Something

on your mind?

Not especially.

Now, get in.

I want some company.

Sure.

You been drinking, sir?

Can I trust you?

Of course.

Don't you know that?

I don't know

what I know anymore.

(NEAR YOU PLAYING ON STEREO)

(EXHALES)

Is this the music

of your childhood

or something?

That's the music of

my father's childhood.

What's in Rock Creek?

I like the park

at night.

(TURNS OFF STEREO)

I have to be sure

that I can trust you.

Why don't we go

back to the office?

You can polygraph me.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

You heard

of Aldrich Ames?

Of course.

Worst spy

in U.S. History.

(PUNCTUATING) Sold

$2.5 million worth of

information to the Soviets,

and passed every polygraph

the Agency gave him.

But he never would have

gotten past me.

I can read anyone.

(PAGER BEEPING)

I'm getting really

tired of that pager.

What are we doing?

I told you,

the FBI's a gun culture.

You can't advance there

unless you can shoot.

Boss?

They test you

at 25 yards,

(GUN FIRES)

What are you doing?

You want to be an agent

or don't you?

Prone. Left hand,

right hand. Five yards

with gun in holster.

You get 3 seconds

to fire 5 shots.

What are you doing?

Who was calling you

in the car?

What?

I need to know

if I can trust you.

Put the gun down, Boss.

Who was calling?

Put the f***ing gun down!

I need to know

if I can trust you.

(GUN CLICKS)

Can I trust you?

Jesus!

God's sakes,

what is wrong with you?

Look around you,

boss.

It's just us out here.

Nobody's tailing you,

there isn't any GPS

on your car,

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