Spy Game Page #3

to isolate and alienate.

dd [Dire Straits,

"Soldiers In Arms"]

d Your valleys andyour farms d

I had his C. O. give him

just menial duties...

with non-English-speakking

personnel.

And I kkept him in limbo about

even the possibility ofgoing home.

And then I watched...

and waited.

dd [ Rockk Guitar]

This consi gnment is

a complete misdirect.

It needs to go to

Military H.Q. in Mannheim.

You understand?

[ Under His Breath ]

F***!

Then, in December, when

I didn't thinkk he could

takke anymore,

- I made the move.

- d These mist-covered mountains d

d Are a home now to me d

There she is.

[ Chuckles ]

d But my home is the lowlands d

Uh, sorry sir. It's Bishop.

Sergeant Bishop?

Oh, Christ.

Of course!

Hi.

[ Woman ]

Yeah, hi.

Sandy, this is Tom Bishop.

Tom, right?

- Yes, sir. Tom, sir.

- Tom. How are you?

Nice to meet you.

- Sandy?

- My second wife.

- Second wife?

- He asked me what

I was doing in Berlin,

and I told him I was there

as a military liaison of a sort.

It's good to hear an American

voice again, I'll tell you that.

I'll bet, I'll bet.

What are you doing

for Christmas?

No plans.

[Dean Martin ]

d Oh, the weather outside

is frightfuld

d But the fire is so delightfuld

dd [ Indistinct ]

Central Intelli gence?

T rain you as an agent.

You'd be working for me.

Mostly undercover.

[ Chuckles ]

Europe?

Wherever the action is.

What if I preferred...

to just go home?

That's okay.

It's fine.

I can probably make arrangements

for you to end your

tour of duty in San Diego.

In which case,

I'll presume you'll forget

we ever had this conversation.

But look,

it's your choice.

d All the way home

I'll be warm dd

[ Chuckles Softly ]

The next day,

we started his tradecraft.

The technology

gets better every day,

and that's fine.

But most of the time,

all you need is a stick of gum,

a pocketknife and a smile.

That's disappointing.

[Man ]

Guten Morgen, meine Herren.

Today we're going to be

discussing a radio set.

Notjust any radio set,

but a Russian radio set.

Every building, every room,

every situation is a snapshot.

While I'm sitting here talkking

to you, I'm also checkking

the room, memorizing it.

The people.

What they're wearing.

Then I ask the question,

"What's wrong with this

picture? Anything suspect?"

[ Shouting ]

You've gotta see it,

assess it and dismiss

most ofit...

- without looking, without thinking.

- Without thinkking?

It's just like breathing.

You breathe, don't you?

Always carry cigarettes

and a lighter too.

Great ice-breaker.

- Eine Kaffee, bitte.

- Zwei.

Okay, I want you to listen,

but I want your concentration

to be on something different.

Anything else, so you

don't react. Understand?

Yes.

So when do I get

my first assi gnment?

When I decide

you're ready.

- What is your name?

- Michael Sandville.

The suit in the kitchen.

- Threat?

- Wait, how'd you see that? Ah!

- See that apartment building?

- Yeah?

Know anyone

who lives there?

No.

Within five minutes,

I want to see you standing

on one of those balconies.

[ Chuckles ]

Come on.

- Did you serve in Vietnam?

- No, I did not.

- Favorite color?

- Why don't we discuss it over coffee?

You just lost ten seconds.

Solicit information

from someone.

Gladly.

The guy reading the menu.

Don't look at him.

- He wasn't reading the menu.

- He's not reading at all. Threat?

Only to the hostess.

[ Muir]

Youjust gave her fourpieces

ofpersonal information...

for one dubious,

impersonal fact.

Just trying to find out

where she got that dress.

Where are you from?

When's your birthday?

You know everything

about me. I don't know

a thing about you.

[Muir]

Okkay, what didyou tell her?

One, you're straight.

Two, you're engaged.

Three, tomorrow's your girl's

birthday, and four, you have

no taste in women's fashions.

[ Chuckles ]

What if she

were an asset?

You told her four lies

that now have to be true.

Okay.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

dd [Lounge Piano ]

[ Chattering In German ]

[ Groaning,

Speaking German ]

[ Continues In German ]

[ Replying In German ]

I thought spies drank martinis.

Scotch, never less

than 1 2 years old.

Is that right?

Agency rules?

My rules.

All right, so what else?

What else do I need to know?

[ Exhales ]

Put away some money

so you can die someplace warm.

Don't ever touch it.

Not for anyone. Ever.

Okay.

Is that it?

Don't ever risk your life

or your career for an asset.

If it comes down to

you or them, send flowers.

dd [Jazz Piano ]

He was a natural.

He could takke an

East German who had

just come over the Wall,

Iookk him straight in the eye,

and askk him to go backk...

to the place he just fled

and spy for us.

[ Bishop Speakking

German ]

He got so good at it he could

close in a single afternoon,

send the guy out with a smile.

Let me get this strai ght:

you allowed a contract agent

to develop assets?

He was that good.

I thought he'd make

a fine case officer someday.

Let's get on with it.

I'd like to hear whatever

you can offer about...

Operation Rodeo.

Rodeo?

- The Cathcart affair?

- [ Whispering, Indistinct ]

Hold transcription, hold tape.

I'll be right back.

[ Sighs ]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[ Sighs ]

You know, this would go

a lot faster, you guys,

ifyou'd tell me

a little something

about the op.

What's it called?

Sideshow?

What about it?

- How'd you come by this information?

- Just stuffwe learn in the field.

[ Sighs ]

[ Troy]

Sorry about that.

Okkay, where were we?

[ Muir]

I thinkk we were

talkking about...

Operation Rodeo--

ri ght, Chuck?

You're on.

[ Sucking In Breath ]

My East German contacts...

discovered that we had

an unidentified mole in the embassy.

We had the ambassador

in our crosshairs,

until some information

leaked when he was

out of the country.

So that just left

one possibility.

- Ah, Ann.

- Hello.

- [ Man ] Ann--

-...Cathcart.

- [ Muir] Yeah.

Bishop was involved

in a small but integral

part of the operation--

going East to bring across

an East German functionary

named Schmidt.

- Ready?

- Yeah.

Ah, f***!

The passport's in the glove box.

There's some vodka.

Spill it on your coat.

If they stop us,

don't say a word.

Remember, you're drunk.

- And where is Mrs. Muir?

- Patricia left me

and filed for divorce.

[ Laughs ]

Oh, I'm so sorry, Nathan.

How is it I always

say the wrong things?

- [ Chuckles ]

- Patricia?

Yeah, my third wife.

- My God, how many wives

have you had?

- Four.

You want to hear

about them, or Bishop?

- You see that gentleman?

- [ Young Woman ] Yeah?

He's the ambassador.

Why don't you go over there

and say hello to him?

Okay.

Okay?

Your scotch is older

than she is.

Am I supposed to

feel bad about that?

They know.

They have my family

already, I know it.

If they knew, they would

have stopped us.

Tomorrow, your wife, your kids,

will all be safe in Munich.

- I gotta make a stop.

- What?

- It's a scheduled stop.

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