Circle of Treason Page #4

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16.

HATHAWAY:

We’re looking at three

possibilities. One, the ops went

south on their own, errors on our

side or theirs. John Stein’s

written a memo supporting it. Two,

the KGB are reading our mail. A

technical penetration, either here

or in Moscow. I need you to review

every compromised case, see which

of them passed through Moscow

Station. You want, I can bring in

some annuitants to help you out.

JEANNE:

(a voice slow, measured and

deliberate)

Oh, I’ll be all right. And three?

HATHAWAY:

There’s a chance it was a human

penetration. But I’ll be honest

with you, Jeanne. The last thing

the division needs right now is a

lot of pissed-off employees,

complaining their rights are being

violated by interviews and out-of

cycle polygraphs. Nobody wants a

mole hunt.

They’ve reached her office. Hathaway smiles at her.

HATHAWAY (CONT’D)

I’m glad you’re back. Let me know

when you’ve had a chance to settle

in.

INT. CIA - 2ND FLOOR - KITCHEN AREA - DAY

Two younger ANALYSTS are gossiping in the small, messy

kitchen area.

ANALYST:

...What do they expect? This place

has more leaks than the Afghan

navy.

Jeanne, arriving to get coffee, fixes them. The analysts

fall silent, linger just long enough not to look like they’re

trying to escape, then leave. Jeanne pours herself coffee.

17.

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

Returning with coffee to her office, Jeanne finds Sandy

waiting outside her door per protocol.

SANDY:

How are you, Jeanne? How was

Africa?

Jeanne doesn’t answer, heads into her office. Sandy pretends

it’s a tacit okay and follows her in.

INT. CIA - 2ND FLOOR - JEANNE’S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

It’s not much:
a safe, a desk and chair, a manual typewriter.

JEANNE:

I saw the cable on Weigh from

Nigeria. Do you think he was ready

for operations in Moscow?

Sandy stares; was that a criticism or merely an attempt to

gather information? Jeanne’s inscrutability makes it

impossible to know.

JEANNE (CONT’D)

(mildly)

He was a drinker, wasn’t he?

SANDY:

(tight)

I wrote a summary of the case. Let

me know when you’ve had a chance to

look it over.

JEANNE:

I read it.

SANDY:

(surprised)

And?

JEANNE:

There were a couple typos.

SANDY:

Typos.

JEANNE:

Pages seventy-four and one-twenty.

Jeanne regards her mildly, then turns to the files on her

desk to indicate their conversation, such it was, is over.

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SANDY:

I’ll get ‘em fixed.

(turns to go, hesitates)

What do you think happened? You

must have an opinion?

JEANNE:

An opinion is not the same as

Intelligence.

Jeanne glances up, to let Sandy know that’s an end of it.

Sandy starts out...

JEANNE (CONT’D)

Oh, there was something... I

couldn’t find the collection on

Okhota.

(Sandy looks at her)

Okhota? The Soviet hunting and

fishing magazine.

Sandy knows what it is, she’s just a step behind Jeanne and

trying to catch up.

SANDY:

I wasn’t responsible for the

collection after seventy-eight.

(a beat)

Are you worried about Beep? He’s

retired. You think he’s in danger?

JEANNE:

Have someone order back issues.

Nineteen-eighty to present.

SANDY:

(finally bristling)

You know, it’s a few years since I

worked under you, Jeanne. And I

was never your goddamn file clerk.

Sandy walks out, trying not to slam the door. Jeanne blinks

after her, mildly, apparently unaware she’s caused offense.

EXT. CIA - PARKING LOT - LATE AFTERNOON

Sandy climbs into her car, sits there for a moment. She

looks disturbed - processing all she’s learned. Then, she

starts the car and is about to pull away when someone raps on

the glass, startling her.

RICK:

I hear the dragon’s back.

19.

Sandy smiles, knowing he means Jeanne; Rick can do that, put

a smile on her face.

RICK (CONT’D)

I know about Weigh. I’m sorry. I

should have pushed back a little

harder.

Sandy tries to shake off the feeling he’s twisting the knife.

SANDY:

What can I say, Rick? You were

right.

It seems to pain him to have to agree with her, but he nods.

RICK:

You and Gary should come over, I

get back from Rome. It’s been too

long.

SANDY:

I’d like that. Arrivederci.

RICK:

Arrivederci.

He waves as he crosses to his car, a beater late-70s Volvo.

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

A janitor moves a vacuum cleaner along the hall, the offices

dark now - light showing under one door.

INT. CIA - 2ND FLOOR - JEANNE’S OFFICE - SAME TIME - NIGHT

Jeanne is studying an operational file. We glimpse among the

text references to an asset from Soviet Military

Intelligence, cryptonym GT/BEEP. The date of his first

contact with CIA, in November, 1962. Several PHOTOGRAPHS of

a Soviet General in his sixties with the look of a gruff but

kindly uncle.

INT. GRIMES HOUSE - NIGHT

Later, Sandy fixes herself a drink. The TV on in the b.g.

Gary joins her, aware of her mood.

GARY:

Bad day?

20.

SANDY:

Yeah.

GARY:

Want to tell me about it?

SANDY:

Love to.

They smile, a familiar routine; they both know she can’t do

that.

SANDY (CONT’D)

How was your conference?

GARY:

(deadpan)

Illuminating. I am now convinced

that not only will producing our

own RISC architecture enable us to

break free from a reliance on

external microprocessors, but SPARC

can be the leading hardware

platform for all serious server

applications.

She smiles at that. Her hand finds his and he squeezes it.

EXT. BONN - GERMANY - DAY

Establish the West German capital, on the banks of the Rhine.

EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING - BONN - DAY

From across the street, we see a CIA CASE OFFICER walk into

his apartment building. A shift of perspective reveals two

KGB OFFICERS watching from a parked car.

INT. APARTMENT BUILDING LOBBY - BONN - DAY

An elderly GERMAN WOMAN peers suspiciously from her doorway

as the case officer unlocks his mail box. He sifts through

the correspondence inside, hesitating over one letter with no

postmark. He slits it open with a knife on his key chain and

reads it.

INT. CIA - 6TH FLOOR - CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY

Copies of the letter in Sandy’s hand, here, in the conference

room with the view of the Potomac.

21.

As she distributes them to various CIA grandees assembled

round the table - including Gerber, Redmond, Bearden and

Hathaway - Jeanne walks in and stands quietly at the back.

SANDY:

Two weeks ago one of our case

officers in Bonn, Germany found

this tucked in his mail box by an

anonymous walk-in. The writer -

we’re calling him Mr. X -

identifies as KGB and offers as

bona-fides the identities of

several of our missing assets. He

claims the KGB are intercepting our

cable traffic through our comms

center in Warrenton.

A shift in the room. This is their first real lead. As

Sandy hands Jeanne a copy of the letter:

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