Spy Game Page #7

the people

that I work with.

As much as I'd like to deny it,

most times, those introductions

have consequences.

Why can't you go home?

Why can't you go home?

- Why?

- I put--

- Why?

- I was involved with, um, a,

human rights group in London.

We bombed a building owned

by the Chinese government.

It was supposed to be empty,

and it wasn't.

And I have to

live with that.

Fine. Well, that's me.

What about you?

Y-You can start small there.

Your name.

You know my name.

Your name.

Terry.

-Tell me your real name, please.

-Terry.

Jesus, you're pathetic.

[Muir]

She had workked both ends

against the middle for so long,

[ Filtered]

the middle decided

to give up and go home.

The Chinese, of course,

had serious problems with her.

A lot of little ones.

One bi g one.

The London bombings

claimed the life of

the premier's nephew,

and they don't

tend to forget

that kind of thing.

How well did

you know Hadley?

Our paths crossed.

That's about it.

What was Bishop's reaction

to all this?

Didn't bring it up.

So, neither did I.

[Seagulls Crying,

Waves Roaring]

I'm gonna try to

get us some work

in South America.

- Ever been to Argentina?

- [Horn Honkking]

[ Gasping ]

You okay?

Yes.

I am okay.

F***.

Okay.

Half a drop of this

on the skin...

and he'll be dead

within 1 2 hours.

You will use

this stethoscope.

You will take the cap off,

hold it to his chest

to check his heart,

and place the cap back on--

don't brush up against it.

Got it?

Yeah.

That's it.

Tell me--

is it hard?

Is what hard?

To take a life.

[ Sighs ]

Yeah.

The sheikh wants me to come

at noon. On Friday.

Which was just

four long days away.

[Muir]

Intelligence showed us

he was in the process...

ofplanning a major attackk on

the civilian sector of West Beirut.

We were on the clockk, and we kknew

this was our only chance.

So it was imperative that

everything went according to plan.

So Bishop baby-sat the doctor,

and the rest of us tried not

to watch the water boil.

[ Chatteri ng ]

And to satisfy Langley,

I met with the L ebanese militia,

who were more than just a little

excited about even the possibility...

of putti ng thei r bomb sq uad

i nto action against the sheikh,

in case the plan

with the doctor failed.

- Monsieur. Bonjour.

- [ Muir] The militia was

purely a backkup.

Not a real option.

[ Dogs Barkking, Baying ]

And then there was the waiting.

That's the worst part.

Gives you too much time

to consider, "What if?"

[ Knockking On Door]

My name's T om.

[ Si ghs Deeply ]

And then, on... Thursday,

the day before

the sheikkh 's physical,

the Druze and the Party of God

started a street war in South Beirut.

She got antsy,

and the water boiled over.

T om Bishop on the phone.

Y eah?

The sheikh wants them there

within the hour.

- So here we go.

- Nathan, the doc's not with me.

- Where the hell is he?

- The Amal retaliated

and shelled the camp.

- You let him go?

- Nathan--

- You let her take him?

- On my way. Lebanese

militia is not an option.

We let the sheikh get away,

we are dead in the water.

No. I can get him there.

Just trust me.

[Horns Honkking]

Get out of the way!

Move!

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[ Sighs ]

[Plane Passes Overhead]

Ahmad, it's time.

I'm sorry.

We gotta go now.

- [Horn Honkking]

- F***! Move!

[ Phone Ringing ]

Hello?

It's Muir. Where are we?

Looks like

they're packing up to go.

[ Tires Screeching ]

Move! Move!

- And?

- Could be an hour.

Could be ten minutes.

Get out of the way!

Come on! Move! Move!

Move! Move!

Get out of the f***ing way!

- [Phone Ringing]

- Hello?

[ Crowd Jeering ]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

Okay. Okay.

Good luck, Ahmad.

[ Panting ]

Ahmad, we gotta go.

You okay?

Yes. Yes. Yes.

You okay? Okay.

Thankyou.

Come on, Ahmad.

Come on.

[Dog Barkking]

[Man Shouting In Arabic ]

[Muir Narrating] The destruction

was a little more extensive...

than anyone anticipated.

Our Lebanese friends were

a little insecure about this

being their first bi g mission,

so they packked up the car

with enough Semtex

to blow up halfofBeirut.

[ Shouting In Arabic ]

[Muir]

It was a tough deal, but I figured

Bishop could handle it.

I didn't see him again

until a week later,

when we were scheduled

to fly out of there for Karachi.

That was the last time

I saw him.

Happy?

Seventy-four casualties,

an apartment block leveled,

one dead terrorist--

Yeah, happy.

We have some

f***ed-up barometer

for success, don't we?

Let's take a walk.

I'm not going with you.

Hooked up

with another op.

Probably for the best.

Is this about her?

No.

Be sure you're doing it

for the right reasons, Tom.

Yeah. I'm done

with your reasons, Nathan.

I'm done with you.

I'm not ending up like you.

Good luck.

Good luck.

Lizzy?

[Phone Ringing]

Yes?

I'm on my way.

I've got to go brief

the White House.

We'll finish this up

at 0700 tomorrow.

- The files you requested, sir.

- Ah, thankkyou.

Wait!

You can't go in there.

I'll get back to you.

It's all right.

You can't do this.

I'm due at the White House.

He's one of ours.

Troy,

do you remember when

we could tell the good guys

from the bad guys?

All this... it was

about something, wasn't it?

Yes.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Oh, forgot my smokes.

- I'll get them, sir.

You're aware this is now

a nonsmoking facility, sir?

Feels good to break

a rule now and then.

[ Beeps ]

Good morning. Thomas Quinn.

Mitch Alford, please.

Nathan Muir.

One moment, please.

Mitch, I got

Nathan Muir on the line.

Want to take it? Thanks.

Hey, Nathan.

What can I do foryou?

Who's this?

She was his wife.

This guy

and his f***ing wives.

She stayed in Korea

while he did two tours

in South America.

The second op

with Harry Duncan

was real sensitive sh*t.

Muir worked with Duncan?

This should work

for both of them.

Liquidate everything, Mitch.

Stocks, T-bills

money markets, the works.

Shouldn't we discuss this?

No. I don't care

about the penalties.

- I want to have access to it now.

- Nathan, save for a rainy day.

Look, I know what I'm doing.

Wire-transfer the balance

to this account:

- First Maritime of Grand Cayman.

- Grand Cayman?

That's it.

Thanks, Mitch.

This is Harker,

I need to find out

if there were any calls...

made to Hong Kong

since this morning.

The whole building.

- Hi.

- Hi there. Mislaid my pass.

I'll take a look upstairs.

No problem.

Get a load ofthis.

What?

He consolidated his

international trading account.

He what?

Sent them to a bank

in Grand Cayman.

Get me his account balance.

Right.

[Phone Ringing]

- Yeah?

- Harry, it's Muir.

Here's a list

of the Hong Kong calls

you requested.

Embassy.

That's his cell phone.

Hong Kong Herald.

That's Andrew Unger's

f***ing office.

You still have contact

with that official

at the power company?

Yeah. Yeah, Deng.

Why?

Yeah, this is Harker.

I'll hold.

Where can I fax you this

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