Jack Ryan: Shadow Recruit

(PEOPLE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

GIRL:
Did you see what's happening?

MAN:
Come on, come on, let's go!

Hey, what's going on?

In there. It's on the news.

MALE REPORTER:
(ON TV)

Then, 18 minutes later,

a second one went

into the other twin tower.

FEMALE REPORTER:
(ON TV)

Can you paint us

a picture of the situation in New York...

An everyday morning situation,

presumably pretty busy in the streets,

people going about their business.

MALE REPORTER:
Well,

it's a beautiful day here in New York.

Everyone is out in the street,

everyone's on their rooftops,

everyone's on their mobile phones.

I don't think people can quite

believe what's happened.

FEMALE REPORTER:

Given that this is the financial district,

is it your understanding that people...

You're American, aren't you?

Sorry, mate.

...may actually be inside

the World Trade Center?

MALE REPORTER:
I mean,

without a shadow of a doubt

there will be people in there.

They get to work very early.

FEMALE REPORTER:
And what about

the emergency services?

(FEMALE REPORTER

CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

JACK:
I, John Patrick Ryan,

do solemnly swear that

I will support and defend

the Constitution of the United States

against all enemies,

foreign and domestic,

that I will bear true faith

and allegiance to the same

and that I will obey the orders

of the President of the United States

and the orders of the officers

appointed over me

according to regulations and the

Uniform Code of Military Justice,

so help me, God.

JACK:
Come on, then!

PRIVATE 1:
I got one!

- Let's hear it!

- Richmond Webb.

You serious?

My man was a seven-time Pro Bowler.

I'm just saying Brown's better.

Man, how come every cat from Baltimore

always got to bring up Orlando Brown?

Because Brown's the most underrated

offensive tackle in the business.

(CELL PHONE BEEPING)

- Have you ever seen him play?

- What? Aw, man.

Yes, this is Lieutenant Ryan.

Yes, sir, I did. I was wondering

if you had a chance to forward

my report on the Saabir Khan Bridge

to anyone in intel.

Yes, sir, they are the same findings

I already reported.

I just can't help noticing a correlation

between traffic patterns there

and the region's other...

Well, if they do respond,

I would be happy to explain it to

whoever's in charge of regional...

Sir?

Still no love from the C.O.?

I don't get it. I'm just trying to help.

PILOT:
Hey, guys. Buckle up in the back.

We're running into a little turbulence.

You all right there, Private?

- Sir, yes, sir!

- Good man!

PRIVATE 1:
Man, I still don't get

why you requested this detail.

Big brain like yours, man, why aren't you

behind some desk somewhere?

You requested this?

I just figured if I was gonna serve,

I should serve.

Man, that's some patriotic sh*t

right there, you see that?

You're all right, Lieutenant.

Even if your team is wack.

Oh, stop talking trash

on my Ravens, homeboy.

I'm a Bengals fan.

- BOTH:
The Bengals?

- (BOTH LAUGH)

Rookie, get that harness on

and stop trying to be down.

JACK:
Man,

you got a lot to learn, Davies.

BOTH:
Left in, right twist, click.

Thank you, sir!

JACK:
You want some help?

(EXPLOSION)

(GRUNTING)

(ALL SCREAMING)

CORPSMAN 1:
Move, move, move!

Chopper crash.

Spinal cord should be okay,

but he's got two shattered vertebrae

and no feeling in his legs.

Lieutenant Ryan!

Lieutenant Ryan!

Did anyone else make it out alive?

Yeah, two. Ryan dragged them both out.

With a broken back?

Okay, we're gonna have a look at you

and it's gonna hurt, okay?

X- rays are on the board.

DOCTOR:
Okay, turn him!

(GROANING)

Okay, clear him!

FEMALE NURSE:
Down on three.

One, two, three.

DOCTOR:
Can't do anything from here.

Evac him to NATO trauma

in Kandahar right now.

Get an ear out to Dr. Hardesty.

Tell him to prep for a foraminotomy

or possible spondylolisthesis.

We've got spinal compression

and root damage at minimum.

Lieutenant has about a 90-minute

window if he wants to walk again.

Okay, move, move!

MALE NURSE:
Let's go.

Come on, come on!

Out of the way! Out of the way!

That guy's done in this war.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(THERAPISTS SPEAKING

INDISTINCTLY)

- CATHY:
Gently.

- (JACK GROANS)

FEMALE THERAPIST:

Push more to the next level.

CATHY:
Good.

That's really good, Jack.

(GRUNTING)

Come on. You can do this.

Get up.

I don't like you very much, Doctor.

I'm not a doctor.

I'm a 3rd-year med student

who is four credits short in P.T.

until you decide to walk.

You're sick. You're a sadist.

Come on, meet me halfway.

Give me two Percocet.

Get up and I'll ask them for one.

HARPER:
How long's he been here?

MALE DOCTOR:
Eight months.

Think he'll ever walk

without the crutches?

Maybe.

If he decides he has somewhere to go.

(GRUNTS)

I'd like to talk to him.

Sure.

Not yet.

But soon.

Will you do me a favor and wait

two minutes before you take that?

Why?

So that you know you can.

- HARPER:
Lieutenant Ryan?

- Uh... Yes, sir?

Please, at ease.

Commander Thomas Harper, U.S. Navy.

Why the uniform today?

I beg your pardon?

I mean, you were wearing a suit and tie

the last time you were here.

You watched me from

behind the glass in rehab.

What can I do for you, Commander?

You've already done it.

I just want to say thank you

for your service.

I appreciate that.

John P. Ryan, right?

That's right.

The one who wrote Liquidity Events

in Post-Soviet Markets?

Two-thirds of it, yes. My, uh...

My dissertation.

The same John P. Ryan

who filed three separate reports

on traffic patterns in and around

the Saabir Khan Bridge?

Uh, yes, sir.

It's impressive work.

How did you get a hold of that, sir?

(WHISPERS) I'm in the CIA.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

Jack?

Oh, hey.

So, this is, uh... This is good-bye.

I'm glad I found you.

No more P.T. work for you?

No, just eye-doctoring.

Congratulations.

I'm hungry. You wanna buy me dinner?

You know I can't.

All right, you win. I'll buy.

I'll make you a deal.

The day you run all the way out of here,

we'll have dinner.

And split the check.

See ya.

See ya.

Good luck.

(CHUCKLES)

Jesus, you weren't kidding.

You are in the CIA.

Somebody has to be.

Why didn't you finish your Ph.D.?

- I joined the Marines.

- And saved two of your men.

You handled yourself like a hero.

If you still want to serve your country,

there's another way.

You're not really in the CIA, are you?

(CHUCKLES)

What are you? Treasury?

Foreign Asset Control?

You know, I'm not supposed to tell

anybody what I do for a living.

And now, look, I've just told you twice.

What do you want from me?

I want to send you back to school

to finish your doctorate.

Then you'll join

Financial Intelligence as an analyst.

You'll work in a series

of private banks on Wall Street,

where you'll use your position

to uncover funding for terror groups.

Covertly.

Yep. So you have to keep it to yourself.

Your employers won't know

you work for us.

The people you love

won't know you do, either.

It's gonna get lonely,

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