Circle of Treason Page #3

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Glancing at the heavily-stamped passport that identifies her

only as a State Department employee, an immigration officer

waves her through.

EXT. BALL PARK - RESTON - DAY

A Little League game underway. At the plate, a nine-year-old

batter squares up to a fastball... cracks it hard out past a

nine-year-old baseman.

The batter - Tracy Grimes - runs to steal third, turning to

scan the faces in the crowd until she sees Gary and Sandy

waving and cheering at the fence with all the other parents.

Sandy’s PAGER goes off. She checks it... looks up at Gary.

GARY:

You’re kidding... on a Sunday?

INT. JEANNE’S APARTMENT - DAY

Jeanne pushes open her apartment door against the pile of

mail that’s accumulated in the months she’s been away. She

eyes the mail as she sets down her case in the hall.

LATER:

The STACK OF MAIL, ordered in neat piles on the table in her

small kitchen. In the b.g. Jeanne is seen leaving the

apartment, having showered and changed.

EXT. DOLLEY MADISON BLVD. - DAY

Sandy’s car is among the traffic blowing past the grassy

verge... where a gray-haired woman in tennis shoes is walking

towards Langley.

INT. CIA - 5TH FLOOR - REDMOND’S OFFICE - DAY

An operational file, on the asset POLESHCHUK (GT/WEIGH), open

to the ID shot of him. It’s sitting on Redmond’s desk, Sandy

facing him from a sofa in his office.

REDMOND:

They arrested Weigh. A security

team picked him up the night of the

drop. We got a tip from a reliable

source.

12.

Sandy’s working hard not to betray her emotion - the loss,

the fear she made the mistake that cost a man his life.

SANDY:

How’d they make him?

REDMOND:

(unconvinced)

Casuals under the bridge, good

citizens doing their Soviet duty.

Or the KGB tailed our case officer

leaving the money. Truth is, we

don’t know.

(a beat)

Truth is... it’s not just Weigh.

(off Sandy’s look)

Back in May last year one of our

assets in Soviet Military

Intelligence got a cable from his

Rezident in Athens saying his son

had a problem, he had to fly home.

INT. SOVIET EMBASSY - ATHENS - DAY

Working at his desk surrounded by Soviet apparatchiks, a

Russian in his mid-40s - Bokhan - glances to where his GRU

(Soviet Military Intelligence) superiors are regarding him

from an office -

REDMOND (V.O.)

When he checked with the airline,

he found out they booked his ticket

a week before the cable was

supposed to have come in.

EXT. STREET - ATHENS - DAY

Crossing a narrow street of eucalyptus trees, Bokhan climbs

into a nondescript sedan beside a CIA case officer. The car

pulls away.

REDMOND (V.O.)

We got him out. He was lucky.

EXT. RURAL HIGHWAY - MOSCOW - DAY

Soviet traffic cops by a van pulled over on the grass verge

wave down a distinctive yellow Zhiguli - the same one seen on

the night of Stombaugh’s arrest.

13.

REDMOND (V.O.)

We think they rolled Vanquish up

some time in June.

A Russian engineer in his fifties - Tolkachev - climbs out to

see what the cops want, leaving his wife and son in the

car... who then watch in horror as he’s seized by KGB

officers, brutally restrained and lifted into the van.

EXT. WOODS - MOSCOW - NIGHT

A CIA operations officer in fatigues lifts a manhole cover

deep in the woods outside Moscow, descending a ladder inside.

REDMOND (V.O.)

Around then our wiretap on their

comms line between a nuclear R&D

station and the Soviet Ministry of

Defense went dark

INT. HOTEL ROOM - MOSCOW - MORNING

In bed with a beautiful Russian woman, SERGEI MOTORIN sits up

as the door is kicked off its hinges and KGB agents swarm in.

REDMOND (V.O.)

In the Fall, Moscow recalled Sergei

Motorin and Valery Martynov, two

KGB agents we shared with the

Bureau...

EXT. DULLES AIRPORT - DAY

Boarding an AEROFLOT JET with a re-defecting Soviet Colonel,

VALERY MARTYNOV glances back to the FBI AGENTS on the tarmac.

REDMOND (V.O.)

Martynov was told he was part of a

security detail. He had no idea

what he was headed home to.

INT. SHEREMETYEVO AIRPORT - DAY

As Martynov walks through the Moscow terminal he sees two KGB

officers approaching and obviously recognizes them. They

greet him warmly, steer him to a side room and shut the door.

Inside, the officers strike Martynov in the legs, pinning his

arms and forcing a rope between his teeth to prevent him from

biting down on any concealed cyanide pill.

14.

INT. LEFORTOVO PRISON - HALLWAY TO CELL - DAY

Soviet guards lead Poleshchuk (GT/WEIGH) down a dank hallway.

They reach the door to a cell, have him step inside - and the

moment he does, one of the guards draws a pistol and shoots

him in the back of the head.

INT. CIA - 5TH FLOOR - REDMOND’S OFFICE - CONTINUED - DAY

Redmond looks at her with concern.

REDMOND:

I’m sorry.

(a beat)

The truth is, we’re hemorrhaging.

There’s a silence as Sandy tries to take it all in. Redmond

reads a question forming in her eyes, and answers her before

she can ask it.

REDMOND (CONT’D)

I want you to handle any new

sources we develop. Officially,

you’ll remain on External Ops.

Unofficially, you’ll be running a

back room for anything we have left

in Soviet Division.

Counterintelligence are bringing

someone in to look at the problem.

You’ll share your reporting, fill

any CI requirements they may have.

INT. CIA - LOBBY - DAY

Pairs of spit-shined shoes cross the CIA emblem, set in the

marble floor... followed by Jeanne’s tennis shoes.

She passes the INSCRIPTION above the statue of Donovan: ‘And

ye shall know the truth and the truth shall make you free.’

And now, as a guard checks her ID and she turns to admire the

lobby, we get our first real look at Jeanne - her expression

somewhere between the contentment of one home from an arduous

trip and the reverence of a Catholic at Lourdes.

INT. CIA - 5TH FLOOR - REDMOND’S OFFICE - CONTINUED - DAY

Sandy is quiet. Redmond studies her reaction.

SANDY:

I sent him out there, Paul.

15.

REDMOND:

It’s not on you.

SANDY:

Bullshit. It is on me.

REDMOND:

Gerber made the call.

SANDY:

Then it’s on him, too. And it’s on

you.

Redmond wouldn’t take that from anyone else, does from her.

REDMOND:

(gently)

You’ll let Weigh’s case officers

know?

Sandy, a beat, nods. She starts out. Turns at the door.

SANDY:

Who’s Hathaway bringing in?

Redmond glances to the window of his office, where, beyond

the glass, they both see what looks like a first grade

elementary schoolteacher crossing the pen in tennis shoes.

As Jeanne heads past, Sandy looks at Redmond. His nod to her

says, ‘Yeah, her.’

REDMOND:

Is that going to be a problem?

SANDY:

I don’t have any problem with

Jeanne. She has a problem with

everyone.

REDMOND:

She’s our most knowledgeable

analyst on Soviet intelligence. If

there’s a connection here, she’ll

find it.

INT. CIA - 2ND FLOOR - C & D CORRIDORS - DAY

GARDNER ‘GUS’ HATHAWAY, 61, Chief of the Counterintelligence

Staff, walks with Jeanne to her office, one of several lining

the drab maze of hallways undecorated since the fifties that

houses the counterintelligence center. Hathaway is old money

from Virginia, elegant and patrician.

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