Spy Game Page #2

[ I nd isti nct ]

- I got some bad news

foryou, sir:
he's dead.

- Dead?

J ust before dawn.

Caught a mortar round

with his teeth.

Got anybody else?

There's a staff sergeant

came my way a while back,

but he's nowhere near

Binh's 40 confirmed.

How many has he got?

Three kills.

Christ, and that's

the best you got?

He's a fine shot, sir.

Where is he?

Right over there.

Where, in the backk?

Yeah.

There is another guy,

at least two days away.

- Confirm that for me?

- Yes, sir.

Why is he over there?

They live separate...

from the other men,

cook their own food-- gook food.

Smells awful, sir.

Not to the enemy.

Send him in.

Yes, sir.

[ Men Chattering,

Shouting ]

- Yes, sir?

- Bishop?

That's correct, sir.

- [ Clears Throat ]

Where are you from?

- Hemet, California, sir.

Here.

Have a seat.

I take it you didn't get

to be a marksman putting food

on your mama's table.

No, sir, we have

a Safeway back home.

Where'd you learn

to shoot?

Boy Scouts, sir.

[ Laughs ]

Are you kiddin' me?

No, sir.

When did you get

pulled in?

I volunteered, sir.

[Muir Narrating]

He came across as one of

those idealistic types--

you kknow, a little bit

ofan attitude?

Starts out trying

to see what he's made of, and

ends up not liking the view.

- Who was the target, Muir?

- General Hun Chea.

He's Laotian?

Yeah.

Unofficial enemy.

Code name:

Red Shirt.

He's responsible for

the western flank of

the upcoming Saigon offensive.

His name--

Don't need

a name, sir.

You don't need it?

Oryou don't want it?

Yeah, I'll do it, sir.

Okay.

[Helicopter Engine Roaring]

The target will be

at a location...

twenty-one clicks away,

tomorrow morning at 0900.

It's a high-powered meet-and-greet

with the Vietcong.

Will he be alone, sir?

He sometimes travels

with a bit of an entourage.

"A bit of an entourage?'

- Red Shirt located.

Do you have in sight?

- Red Shirt confirmed.

Niner-eight-zero to gate.

One-zero-zero-five

to table.

Wind...

five miles left.

Target in sight.

- [ Clicking ]

- [Helicopter Whirring]

Bravo Six, Bravo Six.

Delta Two. Over.

- Go, Delta Two.

- We have target in sight,

but no shot.

- Say again?

- No shot.

- Helo is obstructing target.

- Helo? NVA doesn't have air support.

Position in jeopardy.

Ourposition is compromised.

Over.

- Say it again. Over?

- Shh. We're still a go.

[ Gasping ]

We have no go.

- [ Whispering ] Clear.

- Don't take the shot!

See ifyou can

get 'em back.

Delta Two, Delta Two--

[ Whispering ]

Move!

Come on, come on.

Delta Two, Delta Two.

Bravo Six, over.

[ Cries Out ]

[ Cries Out Again ]

Sorry about your man,

Captain.

You want to make

another pass, sir?

Hold it.

Go back again.

Hell of an ad

for the Boy Scouts.

Didyou have

a presidential finding

authorizing those kkills?

I don't believe

we've met.

- Who are you?

- Dr. William Byars.

National Security Council.

Was there

a finding, Muir?

[ Snickers ]

Well, we were in a place

we weren't supposed to be,

assassinating a general

from a country we weren't

at war with--

of course, we weren't

officially at war

with North Vietnam, either--

- Is that a "no"?

- Oh, come on, guys.

We're on the clock.

The president admits

Bishop is ours,

denies he's a spy,

we put out the fires

and negotiate a deal.

Unless I'm

missing something.

[ Whispering ]

Muir's secretary's on--

[ Indistinct ]

- [ Whispering Continues ]

- Mm. This will just take a second.

Stop recording.

Stop tape.

Your secretary's got

your wife on the line.

She says it's urgent.

Go ahead.

Want to take it outside?

No, no.

I'll take it in here.

That's fine.

- Hello?

- Got your message.

You want me to start a fire yet?

Oh, uh, right.

This'll just take a second.

Right.

[ Distorted ]

Tell you what.

Why don't you hold

that reservation, and, uh,

we may still

be able to use it.

You might just.

As we speak, there are

three guys rummaging...

through everything

I spent a weekk packking.

Uh-huh.

Okay.

Uh-huh.

- If there were any instances

of personal dysfunction,

- Ri ght.

- emotional or psychological,

it could be helpful.

- [ Muir ] Okay.

[Man ] It's insubstantial.

Right.

Right.

[ Muir ]

Mm-hmm. Okay.

That'll be good.

Because presidential findings...

- have no real importance.

- You still there?

Y-Yeah.

So he was an assassin,

recruited to kill.

Sounds good.

Bye-bye.

[ Hangs Up Receiver]

[ Sighs Deeply ]

Sorry. Wife planning

a retirement dinner.

Assassin?

I think I just

figured it out.

- The Bishop files.

- Where?

My office.

Closet.

It'll just

take a second.

I'll send

a security officer down.

No, hey, you guys...

have better things to do

than to rummage through

my office, right, Chuckk?

[Agents Chattering ]

[ Tapping Keypad]

He's on his way down.

[ Hanging Up Receiver]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[ Gladys ]

You were right.

It rained.

What about these?

- Burn 'em.

- What is this about?

Money.

Free trade. Microchips.

Toaster ovens.

And what does that

have to do with you?

Nothing. Get me

Digger Gibson's number.

Sh*t!

Agency's looking for

a reason to let the Chinese

kill Tom Bishop.

No!

[Rapping On Door]

Ah, they shut down

my secure line--

last day and all.

Can I use yours?

Thanks.

Aw, well--

[ Clears Throat ]

Oh, I'm sorry. It's classified.

Do you mind?

Oh! Uh, right.

There's nothing there.

It's not in English?

- It's not in English either.

- This fax just came in

a few moments ago, sir.

Yeah.

So, sir, you and Muir

came up together, ri ght?

Mm.

How well do you know him?

No one knows Nathan.

Not really.

Do you trust him?

He's a man who

got the job done.

Is he on the job now?

Office of Security, Hong Kong.

Ten to seven this morning,

a call originated from

station to Muir's home.

He knew about Bishop

before he got here.

And he played dumb.

Yeah, this is Harker.

I need confirmation

on all calls...

in and out of

Nathan Muir's office.

[ Sucks Teeth ]

Gee, I'm hungry.

[ Line Ringing ]

[ Woman ]

Hong Kong Herald.

- Digger Gibson, please.

- One moment, sir.

Hello?

Gibby, old boy.

Nathan!

To what do I owe

this honor?

Still have contacts at CNN?

I got something for you.

Talk to me.

How about

"C.I.A. operative caught

in the act of espionage"?

- Can you get that on the air?

- That's not gonna be easy.

Come on, Gibby.

- That's never stopped you before.

- [ Chuckles ]

- Give me 30 minutes.

- Yeah.

I remember seeing

something about Bishop

in my South American box,

but it wasn't there.

Those op files

downloaded yet?

Let's go with this.

Bishop's recruitment.

Yeah.

Well, back then,

recruitment took time.

Bishop was evacuated

with the last of them

on the 30th of April,

and that gave me a month

to do my homeworkk.

I talkked to his neighbors,

his teachers, his mom--

scoutmaster--

Pulled his dad's records

from the Pentagon.

Then started to move

some pieces around

on the board.

And my plan was

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