Circle of Treason Page #20

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Dell Spry looks on as a technical agent uses a power drill to

remove a grill over a vent in a high corner of the room.

Another steps in ready to fit a tiny LIPSTICK CAMERA and MIC.

INT. FBI HEADQUARTERS - CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY

Rick is at the head of a long conference table, around which

sit various FBI REPRESENTATIVES from the Bureau’s Narcotics

Division and several from the DEA. They all have copies of a

laminated file in front of them.

Sandy eyes hers. On the cover: ‘PROPOSAL ON INTERNATIONAL

COOPERATION AGAINST THE TRAFFICK OF HEROIN IN THE BLACK SEA -

PREPARED BY ALDRICH H. AMES.’

RICK:

The Russians aren’t enemies,

they’re our allies.

(MORE)

106.

RICK (CONT'D)

Now, we’ve been collaborating for

years with our neighbors in Canada

and Mexico to combat narcotics

traffick across our borders. But

we’ve ignored our third neighbor,

right across from Alaska. It’s

time we enlisted their help.

Edger looks nervous, sweating. Sandy calmly catches his eye.

RICK (CONT’D)

Sixty-seven per cent of the heroin

sold in Western Europe and here in

the U.S. originates in Afghanistan

and Turkey, and is smuggled across

the Black Sea into the newly

liberated former Soviet Republics.

Our best hope to combat that trade

is to enlist the help of

intelligence officers in what used

to be the KGB.

Murmurs of approval from the narcotics reps (who are unaware

this meeting is a ruse). Pitching in

FBI REP 1

We hold a conference -

FBI REP 2 FBI REP 1 (CONT'D)

(eager)- Start with the Germans, get

‘The Black Sea Conference.’ them on side.

FBI REP 2

I can see Shevardnadze going for

this.

RICK:

Yeltsin doesn’t trust him. If you

want to extend a hand, you need to

go direct to the M.B.R.F in Moscow.

Sandy sees Edger cut her a quick, nervous glance - this

wasn’t expected.

DEA REP:

You can set this up?

RICK:

I have a lot of contacts over

there. I fly in, I can make sure

it’s taken seriously.

He catches Sandy’s eye with a smile that maybe, just maybe,

lets her know he knows he’s outplayed her.

107.

FBI REP 1

Great. David, you’ll keep us in

the loop? Let us know when you’re

going.

The meeting breaks up, Sandy and Edger trying to fake a

shared enthusiasm neither of them feels.

EXT. FBI HEADQUARTERS - COURTYARD - DAY

Rick, Sandy and Edger cross the courtyard. The sight of

Rick’s Jaguar parked exactly as he left it does nothing to

alleviate Sandy’s concern. Rick beeps the locks and gets the

door for her.

RICK:

I think that went pretty well.

INT. CIA - COUNTERNARCOTICS CENTER (NHB) - ROOM GVO6 - DAY

Dell Spry answers his brick-like cell phone.

WISER (O.S.)

The meeting’s over. He’s on his

way.

Spry turns to survey the room... which is still in pieces,

the evidence photographer snapping away, the tech guys

fitting a microphone behind a ceiling tile, Jeanne’s eyes

catching the alarm in his.

EXT/INT. JAGUAR - MOVING - DAY

As the Jaguar blows past heavy traffic on the expressway,

Sandy catches Rick’s eyes in the rear view mirror as his

regard her.

SANDY:

Do you maybe want to slow down?

He smiles... and speeds up.

INT. CIA - COUNTERNARCOTICS CENTER (NHB) - ROOM GVO6 - DAY

Jeanne looks on calmly as the techs frantically reassemble

the room.

108.

EXT/INT. LANGLEY - JAGUAR - MOVING - DAY

As the Jaguar clears security and drives onto the campus,

they pass a man heading in the opposite direction. From the

back seat, Sandy recognizes him as Dell Spry. She sees him

make a discreet gesture to stall for more time.

EXT. CIA - PARKING LOT - A FEW MINUTES LATER

Rick parks his car and they climb out, heading inside.

SANDY:

Rick? Can I grab a cigarette?

RICK:

(looks at her)

I thought you quit.

SANDY:

That’s why I don’t have one.

RICK:

(smiles)

What’s the matter, I make you

nervous back there?

SANDY:

Nervous?

RICK:

In the car.

SANDY:

I’ve aged ten goddamn years.

She didn’t need to work to sell that; she’s almost shaking.

INT. CIA - COUNTERNARCOTICS CENTER (NHB) - ROOM GVO6 - DAY

A tech screws the grill in place over the vent. Behind him,

the evidence specialist refers to the Polaroid photos on the

bulletin board, careful to replace every item they disturbed.

EXT. CIA - NEW HEADQUARTERS BUILDING - COURTYARD - DAY

Rick lights Sandy’s cigarette in the courtyard between the

new and old buildings. The James Sanborn SCULPTURE in the

b.g.

109.

RICK:

I’m looking forward to seeing

Moscow. I feel like I know it

inside out without ever having been

there. I don’t know, it’s going to

be... liberating.

Sandy doesn’t respond, trying to work out if he means to

escape and is toying with her by letting her know. Rick

grins at her, tosses his cigarette butt and heads inside.

SANDY:

Rick?

(he turns; this is her

goodbye)

Thanks for the ride. It sure beat

car-pooling with you back then.

Rick looks at her another moment, then heads in with a wave.

INT. CIA - COUNTERNARCOTICS CENTER (NHB) - ROOM GVO6 - DAY

The FBI techs take a last look around the room, identical to

the way they found it - or so it seems. As they leave,

Jeanne notices something, returns to correct the arrangement

of the books on his desk.

INT. CIA - COUNTERNARCOTICS CENTER (NHB) - MOMENTS LATER

Rick comes through on the way to his office. He pauses just

inside GVO6, examining the room - which appears entirely

undisturbed. As he sits at his desk, the view switches to -

VIDEO FOOTAGE:

- of Rick at his desk, rearranging a file. We’re in...

INT. WAREHOUSE - VIRGINIA - NIGHT

It’s days later, and Wiser and several FBI TECHS are

reviewing footage from GVO6. The warehouse door grinds up

behind them. Spry walks in with Jeanne, Sandy and Redmond.

SANDY:

We floated the file this afternoon.

REDMOND:

What was on it?

110.

JEANNE:

Oh, nothing too valuable to the

agency. But just valuable enough

to him.

(Redmond looks at her)

Don’t worry about me, I used your

name.

Jeanne smiles, in a terrific mood. Spry hands the tape to

the FBI tech who loads it into a VCR. They watch the screen

as the tech fast-forwards through the surveillance footage:

Rick arriving.

Rick on the phone.

Rick reading files.

Rick typing at his computer, removing a disk and pocketing

it.

Jeanne and Sandy glance at each other - copying data is a

breach of security - then back to the screen, as:

Rick returns from lunch.

Rick takes a nap.

An ANALYST walks in carrying a file.

JEANNE (CONT’D)

Okay.

The tech hits a button and the images resume at normal speed:

Rick and the analyst exchange a few words, the analyst asking

him to read something for her. She hands Rick the file,

thanks him and leaves. Rick opens the file.

Jeanne and Sandy hold their breath, watching as:

Rick flips through the file... then drops it on his desk. He

sits, thinking. Then, he looks slowly around the room... and

then up -his gaze passing directly across the camera.

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