Jack Ryan: Shadow Recruit Page #5

There's a very real scenario here

where we don't get out of this alive.

Any of us.

And neither do a lot

of innocent people back home.

Now, we had about eight minutes

to discuss this little...

This little development.

We just used four of them.

We don't need you to break

into Lemkov's computer,

just into the office next to his.

You plug this into any 220 outlet

that shares the same wall with him.

We use the building's own electrical

wiring to access Lemkov's hard drive.

How much time will he need

to run the program?

Five, six minutes, including movement.

HARPER:
So the answer

to your question, yes.

10 minutes at the table ought to do it.

All right.

HARPER:
You know, we catch

a few breaks, we can all be

headed home on a plane by midnight.

Cherevin will be at dinner in...

- Cathy.

- HARPER:
55 minutes.

- Then I should get dressed.

- Cathy.

I like her.

If Cherevin touches her, I'll kill him.

It's just dinner, Jack.

The most he can do is look.

And to be honest, we need him to.

(UPBEAT POP MUSIC

PLAYING ON STEREO)

- Good morning.

- Morning.

Do you know what happened

three years ago today?

You agreed to stop

wearing cargo shorts?

(CHUCKLES) I did.

I did, it broke my heart.

All that storage capacity. Incredible.

Incredible shorts.

No, but once I did

agree to make pants

a part of the new me,

you finally agreed to go out with me.

Well, I couldn't very well

date a patient, could I?

Could you marry one?

'Cause I'm in love with you, Doctor.

Oh, my God.

I'd appreciate it if you would wear

the ring in public.

I left it in the hotel room.

I know.

I found it.

He's expecting to meet my fiance.

And this is

his driver.

So please don't embarrass me.

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

(VIKTOR SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Ah, the Ryans.

Perfect American couple. Welcome.

Viktor Cherevin, my fiance, Dr. Muller.

Dr. Muller, you are so beautiful.

(SYSTEM BEEPING)

(BEEPS)

Lemkov's headed out.

Jack, it's show time.

I hope you will enjoy the Haut-Brion.

It's a very special wine.

(CHUCKLING)

You find it amusing.

(GULPS)

Jack had an early start.

So it seems.

(CHUCKLES) Oh.

JACK:
Hey.

Can I get another one of these?

This is good, Viktor. Ah.

Jack has a back injury.

From Afghanistan.

Me, too.

Different time, different empire,

same graveyard.

- My son's, also.

- Sorry to hear that.

Mujahideen grenade fragment

is lodged in my hip to this day.

(LAUGHS) I wouldn't think

a hand grenade

would be the first thing

you'd wanna keep on your desk.

A reminder of a vanquished rival.

- You lost the war.

- But I beat your grenade.

My grenade?

One supplied by your CIA.

Perhaps.

Perhaps.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, I'm no medical doctor

like my illustrious fiance here,

but I would recommend

a Percocet or three for that hip.

With a nice, hearty red like this,

you won't know

your own name in an hour.

What? Come on,

don't give me that look, Cathy.

I'm not gonna be policed

at the dinner table.

Do you want one?

- I think not.

- Are you sure?

Oh, I'm sure.

You are so attractive like this.

Chin-chin.

Will you excuse me, please?

(JACK SIGHS)

Jack, I speak no Russian.

Is it too much to ask to be escorted?

Oh, it's just the bathroom, Cathy.

It's just the bathroom.

- Please. Allow me.

- Thank you.

HARPER:
Nice work, Jack.

(MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(BOTH SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

I'm sorry.

Uh-huh.

(CONTINUES SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

I got it.

Okay.

CHANG:
Exit.

Snowball is rolling.

Okay to go.

Step it up.

Viktor!

Viktor, Viktor, Viktor. Tell me.

Which would you rather? Pick one.

Either you live in some

miserable shithole, you have no money,

but you're single.

Or you're rich,

you live in some fantastic apartment,

but you have to be, good God,

you have to be in a relationship.

Huh? What do you think?

- I'll leave the night to the two of you.

- I won't allow it.

I think one of us needs to take a walk.

I think you should

consider her suggestion.

(JACK LAUGHS)

Please, sit down.

(SYSTEM BEEPING)

He's in.

You flew all the way to Moscow

to surprise him

or to catch him, which was it?

That's a rather personal question.

Would you prefer impersonal?

I'd rather talk than make chit-chat,

wouldn't you?

If we're going to be married,

I'd like to know that I can trust him.

Trust.

Truth.

I think it's like most opinions,

best unexpressed.

(CHUCKLES)

You talk like Pechorin.

You've read A Hero Of Our Time?

I had a misspent sophomore year.

- Really?

- Mmm.

I love Lermontov.

That Russian romanticism is so

achingly desperate.

Desperate, yes. And insatiable.

- (BEEPS)

- (DOOR OPENS)

It's about not aging before your time.

You don't understand.

Aging isn't the problem.

Dying the proper way,

that is the problem.

Not if you've lived a life without regret.

How on earth does one do that?

Regret. It piles up around us

like books we never read.

Well, that's the past.

Can you live the rest

of your life without regret?

Yes, perhaps.

If I feel I have done something

truly great for my country.

Something my children

would have found important.

Would have?

You're incredibly beautiful.

I hope Jack Ryan realizes

how fortunate he is.

Mmm.

- Ready.

- Okay.

Go.

(TYPING)

(BEEPING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

- Okay.

- (CONTINUES TYPING)

(CHIMES)

(BEEPING RAPIDLY)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

CHANG:
Lemkov's on his way back.

Okay, you're on the clock.

Three minutes, 37.

(CHIMING)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Seal the elevators.

No one goes in or out.

Find Cherevin now!

How advanced is your cirrhosis?

You have a

yellow tinge to your skin tone.

Spider-web veins

on the backs of your hands.

You're stage three, aren't you?

You see? Now we're talking.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

- Excuse me.

- CATHY:
No, please take the call.

(BEEPS)

They tell me I have

less than three months

but you probably know that

because you are clearly

a brilliant doctor.

(CHIMING)

- (PHONE RINGS)

- Jack.

JACK:
Hey, Teddy, it's Jack.

I'm in Cherevin's office

- and I need your help really quick...

- I'm having dinner with her.

What?

Sarah in Arbitrage.

(STAMMERS) That's great.

Look, I need a favor, Teddy.

I'm at Cherevin.

I'm having a little trouble accessing

a group file code without

a partner-level ABA dodge.

Can you grab Rob for me?

I know he's in a meeting right now.

For you, the world.

- (PHONE RINGS)

- (BEEPS)

Jack!

Hey, Rob.

You find anything juicy over there?

Oh, you know, accounts bullshit,

hookers and hotels, same old, same old.

Did Teddy tell you I need that dodge?

I'll give it to you on one condition.

Shoot.

If you get one whiff that FSB

is involved in whatever this is,

you run, do not walk,

to the nearest airport.

They play rough over there, Jack.

Under two, Jack. Step it up.

Understood. Yeah, understood, Rob.

ROB:
I worry about you, you know.

Thanks. I appreciate it. Look,

I'm a little pressed for time on this end.

- Ready?

- Yeah. Shoot.

Four... One...

Seven.

- You getting this?

- Uh-huh.

One... Eight...

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