Circle of Treason Page #7

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ROSARIO (CONT’D)RICK

(to Gary)(affectionately)

He’s so secretive! That’s bullshit...

Sandy is watching Rick. On a monitor a BABY is crying.

GARY SANDY:

(to Rosario)This place is great, Rick.

So what were you, a It must have cost a fortune.

secretary?

ROSARIO RICK:

(’offended’)I had some investments pay

No! I was Cultural Attache off. Gary, I could hook you

and Assistant to the up with my broker?

Ambassador.

GARY:

Talk to her, she handles the money.

Sandy, a beat, cutting across them - the baby still crying -

GARY (CONT'D)SANDY

(smiling, to Rosario)(to Rosario)

I’m just messing with you. I’m sorry, do you need to get

that?

RICK:

Oh, no, Ninea’s with him.

(off Sandy’s look)

We have a night nurse.

A beat on Sandy; wondering where all this money comes from.

ROSARIO:

(smiling at Gary)

‘A secretary.’ I had a secretary.

At that moment the nanny appears, cradling their infant son

Paul. Rick scoops him up, nuzzling him.

RICK:

He’s hungry.

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EXT. AMES HOUSE - 2512 NORTH RANDOLPH STREET - NIGHT

Later, and Rick is seeing them out, Gary walking ahead, a

little unsteadily. Rick seems unaffected by the alcohol.

RICK:

Your pal Redmond, he still got a

bug up his ass about these losses?

SANDY:

Why do you ask?

RICK:

Milt wants me back on Soviet. It’s

a waste of my time if you two are

still hogging the cookie jar.

SANDY:

Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe ask

Redmond.

(he grins at her)

‘Night, Rick. Thanks for dinner.

RICK:

Thank Rosario. She’s great, isn’t

she?

SANDY:

She is. I’m happy for you, Rick.

Sandy heads off to join Gary in the car. Rick watches her.

INT. GRIMES BATHROOM/BEDROOM - NIGHT

Sandy is brushing her teeth, Gary undressing in the bedroom.

SANDY:

How much you think that Jag set him

back?

GARY:

Why, you gonna ask for a raise?

SANDY:

I’m just interested. Twenty,

thirty grand?

GARY:

Closer to fifty.

SANDY:

Huh. He’s really throwing it

around.

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She rinses her mouth. Comes out to join him in the bedroom.

GARY:

He’s got a new wife, he’s trying to

impress her. He’s probably in debt

up the wazoo.

SANDY:

(after a beat, looking at

him)

You were sure trying hard enough to

impress her.

GARY:

Ooh. Jealousy. Now that’s sexy.

He grins and takes her hands, pulling her to the bed. Sandy

goes with it... brushing aside her concerns - for the moment.

INT. CIA - NEW HEADQUARTERS BUILDING - ATRIUM - DAY

Jeanne carries a box of personal effects through the sleek,

modern glass and steel atrium, passing beneath giant SCALE

REPLICAS OF SPY PLANES.

INT. CIA - NEW HEADQUARTERS BUILDING - ELEVATOR - DAY

Jeanne descends to the basement, carrying her box of things.

INT. CIA - NEW HEADQUARTERS BUILDING - BASEMENT - DAY

Jeanne carries the box along a corridor to a secure area.

She juggles the box as she codes the lock and heads through.

INT. CIA - NEW HEADQUARTERS BUILDING - CIC PEN - DAY

This is the new CIC (Counterintelligence Center), an open

area of high-tech workstations, a million miles from the drab

gray CI hallways.

From her desk among the ANALYSTS bent over computer

terminals, Sandy sees Jeanne passing through with her box.

SANDY:

Jeanne, you got a minute?

Jeanne codes a lock and pushes through the door with her box,

Sandy following her out.

35.

INT. CIA - NEW HEADQUARTERS BUILDING - CORRIDOR - DAY

They arrive at a door that might lead to a janitor’s closet.

As Jeanne tries to unlock it, balancing the box in her hands,

Sandy takes it from her.

SANDY:

Guess they ran out of windows, huh.

Jeanne glances at her, hearing the tension behind her joke.

She gets the door open and they walk into...

INT. CIA - NEW HEADQUARTERS BUILDING - JEANNE’S OFFICE - DAY

It’s smaller than her last office, about ten feet square: a

desk, a few chairs, a safe. A new computer sits on the desk.

SANDY:

I have some concerns about an

officer in Soviet.

Jeanne looks at her, sets down the box. And shuts the door.

JEANNE:

Before you say anything else, I

need you to understand. You can’t

go around casting unfounded

accusations.

SANDY:

I just want to flag it. It may be

nothing.

Jeanne watches her.

JEANNE:

Who is it?

SANDY:

Rick.

JEANNE:

Rick Ames?

Jeanne almost smiles, thinking she’s joking. She’s not.

SANDY:

I’ve known him a long time. We

used to car pool from Reston. He’d

come out of his apartment trailing

his shoelaces, I’d think up excuses

to drive so I didn’t have to ride

in his piece of sh*t Volvo.

(MORE)

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SANDY (CONT'D)

Now he’s living in Country Club

Hills with twenty thousand dollars

worth of dental work. And he

drives a Jaguar.

Jeanne sits at her desk, a flicker of concern.

SANDY (CONT’D)

He had access to every case we

lost.

JEANNE:

(after a beat)

If there’s a mole, then he’s likely

already retired. The speed the KGB

wrapped everyone up tells you that.

SANDY:

Believe me, I don’t want to be

right.

They regard each other in a silence. Then JEANNE

Look into it. Discreetly. You’ll

have to work evenings, weekends.

If you can manage with your family

commitments.

SANDY:

(bristling)

What is that supposed to mean?

JEANNE:

You can’t serve two masters.

SANDY:

Don’t question my dedication to

this career.

JEANNE:

You might want to think about that,

too. You start pointing fingers at

the men, it’s going to stall pretty

fast.

Sandy, a beat, shakes her head; she can’t believe it.

SANDY:

It’s not the fifties, Jeanne.

We’re not in the typing pool.

Jeanne doesn’t say it but her look means, ‘you really think

it’s so different?’

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JEANNE:

I need an investigator from the

Office of Security. Somebody

outside the circle. Somebody

young. Smart. Who nobody knows.

As Sandy mulls it over we hear the sound of gunfire...

INT. CAMP PEARY - FIRING RANGE - DAY

A half-dozen officers are undergoing firing instruction at

the CIA’s training facility.

Moving along the row of track-suited square-jawed Ivy

Leaguers we find... skinny, bespectacled, prematurely-balding

DAN PAYNE, late-20s, a CIA Security Officer. He empties his

magazine into an unseen target.

FIRING INSTRUCTOR (O.S.)

Payne! You got a visitor!

Dan removes his ear protectors, pushes a button to bring his

target up, then turns to see Sandy approaching with a little

old lady in tennis shoes.

SANDY:

Hey Dan.

Dan grins, fumbling the magazine from his gun and bending to

pick it up. Jeanne gives Sandy a look.

The target arrives. He missed with every shot.

INT. CAMP PEARY - CAFETERIA - DAY

Later, they sit watching Dan eat a burger in the cafeteria.

DAN PAYNE:

I can dig around. But I gotta warn

you, I’ve done financials before

that didn’t get anywhere.

He spills ketchup on his floral tie, examines the stain.

DAN PAYNE (CONT’D)

This officer in the D.O. tooling

around in a sports car he had no

business affording at GS-14. Turns

out his mother died and left him

half of Connecticut.

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SANDY:

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