Breach Page #9

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,

and I'm not a foreign agent

trying to work you.

You don't matter

that much.

The page was from Juliana,

obviously. My wife.

She's trying to reach me

because I told her

I'd be home by now,

and because we're

in another fight,

caused by you,

as usual.

Thanks for dropping by

unannounced and lecturing her

about Opus Dei.

That was real helpful.

Oh, and thanks for staring

at her in church

like she was from Mars.

That also worked out great.

Let me guess.

You were testing her, too.

You know,

she asked me this morning

why you're like this.

Why you grind

everybody so hard.

I had all these

answers ready.

"He's misunderstood.

"He's trying to fix the Bureau

and no one will listen.

"He was born

in the wrong century.

His father was a jerk."

I got a whole list.

But you know

something, sir?

At the end of the day,

it's all crap.

You are who you are.

The why doesn't mean

a thing, does it?

(SNAPPING)

Does it?

I:

matter

plenty.

(PHONE RINGS)

Yes, Eric?

Put the tail back on him.

He'll make the drop.

Tomorrow. Maybe even tonight.

You're not burned?

No, I'm not burned.

Okay, we're on it.

(INAUDIBLE)

ERIC:
I don't get a trust

than we were and...

Because, Eric,

my daughter is in here!

Get the f*** out of my apartment!

What?

Stop or i'll break this picture frame..

VANNA:
What's wrong with you, b*tch?

C'mon, Vanna, you're such a slut...

Lisa?

Vanna, you're the reflection.

What do we bought here, Lisa?

I don't know we bought there.

It's okay, Lisa.

I'm sorry.

LISA:
Okay, bye.

(PRINTER WHINING)

(DOG HOWLING)

(RADIO CRACKLING)

(GUNS BEING LOADED)

FBI!

FBI! Don't move!

Don't move! Don't move!

Guns won't be necessary.

Guns won't be necessary.

You have anything

in your pockets

I should know about?

No.

Do you have

a weapon on you?

No.

So, this is

how it goes.

Maybe now

you'll listen.

It's a sad day

for all of us, Bob.

Hi.

Hi.

Is everything okay?

Yeah.

Everything's fine.

I'm sorry.

What a nice day outside.

Yeah.

I wanna believe in you, Eric.

Is that a good start

to go home?

Maybe you will, Vanna,

but not right now, okay?

Sure, why not?

Because i kept

my dreams, Vanna.

You wanna keep

your dreams, Eric?

Yup, we're going to

change the world.

That's for sure, Eric.

I love you!

I love you too, Vanna!

Certainly.

I'll always be my baby.

You will.

PLESAC:
Can I give you

some advice, Bob?

I've been in

on a few of these now.

Nicholson.

Aldrich Ames.

It goes a lot easier

if you cooperate.

On you.

On your family.

(CHUCKLES) You really

ought to do an overhaul

on your GPS units, Dean.

They throw off

a signal burst

through the radio.

I heard it coming

through mine for weeks.

Even if all you give them

is why you did it,

it buys you some goodwill.

Well, that's what

Ames did at first.

Just gave up

the why.

That mustn't have

taken long.

All Ames cared about

was the money.

Why else would he

have done it?

It's not so hard

to guess, is it?

Considering the human ego.

Can you imagine,

sitting in a room with a

bunch of your colleagues,

everybody trying to guess

the identity of a mole

and all the while,

it's you they're after,

you they're looking for?

That must be

very satisfying,

wouldn't you think?

Or maybe

he considered himself

a patriot.

Maybe he saw it

as his duty

to show us how lax

our security was.

We can't rule that out

as a possibility.

Or maybe he...

Oh, what good does

speculating do? He spied.

The why

doesn't mean a thing.

Does it?

No, I guess

it doesn't.

(DOOR BEEPING)

Two guys on a boat.

(CHUCKLES)

You see the Director's

press conference?

Yeah.

Funny about those things.

He thanked the CIA, and

the U.S. Attorney's office,

and the Council for

Intelligence Policy,

but he couldn't thank the guy

we put behind that desk.

I didn't expect him to.

I'm headed over

to the field office.

We still have

two Russian IO's

unaccounted for.

That mean you won't be

headed over there with me?

I thought I'd

go home instead.

You're going to make

agent, Eric. It's set now.

Isn't that

what you wanted?

It was.

Until you came over

to my apartment and saw

the TV dinners and no cat?

No.

Most of our agents

are married, you know.

All their spouses get used

to the life eventually.

So will Juliana.

I don't think

I want her to.

Oh.

That's different.

Yeah.

You do know

what you did here, right?

That was the worst spy

in American history

you brought down.

Now you're just

gonna walk away?

Can you think

of a better time

to walk away?

Nope.

So...

You think it'd be

okay if I...

Oh, I'd say

you earned it.

(PEN CLICKING)

Good luck, Eric.

You, too.

(DOOR BEEPS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

Pray for me.

I will.

(SMILING)

Oh gosh, i'm pregnant!

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