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PAMELA:
That's where we came out.
MARSHALL:
It's a lot of money, Pam.
PAMELA:
We're talking raw, unprocessed KGB
files. It's not something we can go
out and comparison shop.
MARSHALL:
Still...
PAMELA:
For a thief. A mole. I vetted the
source, Marty. He's real. If it does
nothing more than narrow the list of
suspects, it's a bargain at ten times
the price.
MANDARIN #1
Pamela, Jack Weller here. It's the
quality that's at issue...
PAMELA:
Yes, sir. I'm in total agreement. If
they're fakes, they're expensive.
(furious, impatient)
Gentlemen, I've got the seller on
site and in play. Quite honestly,
there's not much more to talk about.
MARSHALL looks to his MANDARIANS. Not convinced, but doesn't
want to lose the opportunity. Time to wash his hands.
MARSHALL:
All right Pam, your game, your call...
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INT. BERLIN HQ/COMMAND POST -- NIGHT
All eyes on PAMELA as she puts down the phone to Langley.
Nodding to CRONIN. Yes.
CRONIN/RADIO
"Final Green. You are go. are go for
Final Green." Repeat, you
INT. GLASS OFFICE BUILDING LOBBY -- NIGHT
VIC has just passed muster with The Security Guard, he's
standing alone at AN ELEVATOR BANK.
VIC/RADIO
(sleeve mike, earpiece)
"On my way up."
VIC pulling his earpiece. Going dark. Waits for an elevator.
INT. GLASS OFFICE BUILDING ELECTRICAL CLOSET -- NIGHT
Dark. A small room full of wiring and infrastructure, lit by
the glare of someone's MAG-LIGHT.
GLOVED HANDS quickly pass over racks of gear and wiring and
then stopping at -- the main electrical risers.
They carefully place an EXPLOSIVE DEVICE -- no bigger than a
pack of cigarettes -- onto the main riser...
Done with that, here comes A SECOND SMALL EXPLOSIVE DEVICE --
but this one's special, it's being taken from A PLASTIC BAG
and mounted down by the floor on a sub-panel --
Done, the hands hold up what looks like a piece of tape. It
bears a FINGERPRINT. As the tape is pressed down, transferring
it onto the charge --
INT. GLASS OFFICE BUILDING ELEVATOR -- NIGHT
VIC alone with THE SAMPLES CASE. Pressing the button for #9,
the top floor. The doors close. The car
rises...2...3...4...5...6... And then, it stops. VIC bracing
himself, as the door opens and --
IVAN -- Russian -- the guy we saw outside with the briefcase --
standing in an empty, darkened hallway.
IVAN:
Show me.
VIC:
Here?
IVAN:
(holding open the
door)
Now. Show now.
VIC flips open the case. CASH. Three million dollars.
INT. GLASS OFFICE BUILDING CORRIDOR -- NIGHT
A GLASS DOOR. A suite of offices beyond. Clean. Anonymous.
One light on deep inside...
CASPIEX-PETROLEUM
Cherbourg -- Moscow -- Rome -- Tehran
INT. CASPIEX OFFICE -- NIGHT
Curtains drawn. Lights low. IVAN sitting with THE SAMPLES
CASE, counting the cash. VIC poring over --
RUSSIAN DOCUMENT FILES. Dozens of KGB files. Old and new.
Spread sheets, financial data. Incomprehensibly Cyrillic.
Marked up. But judging by the seals and clearance sign offs,
all top-secret.
VIC:
This is everything? Is there.
IVAN:
Is there. Is all there.
Suddenly -- MUSIC -- a radio -- some tinny pop tune just
started playing from somewhere down the hall --
VIC:
-- what the hell is that? -- alone --
you said alone --
Both of them sure they're being double-crossed --
VIC:
(reaching for his
ankle)
-- who? -- who else is here? --
IVAN:
-- no! -- not me! -- no other people! --
VIC:
(coming up with a
pistol)
-- shut up! -- just shut the --
Freaked by the gun, IVAN to his feet -- VIC pushing him back
as he rushes past -- THE SAMPLE CASE spilling cash and --
Wrong.
SNAPPH! -- SNAPPH! -- SNAPPH! -- SNAPPH! -- SNAPPH! -- five
fast, suppressed small caliber shots -- VIC falls first --
IVAN crashing back across a desk as the bullets tear into
him -- both of them dead before they hit the floor and --
REVERSE TO FIND:
The GLOVED HANDS unscrewing a SILENCER, tucking away the
weapon. Already in motion before we know what's happened --
pulling a climbing duffel out from his back pack -- stuffing
in THE SAMPLES CASE and IVAN'S BRIEFCASE -- all the files --
all the money...
Except, wait... He's left out ONE old KGB FILE COVER -- and
now he pulls A PLASTIC BAG from his backpack -- GLOVED HANDS
carefully remove A SINGLE SHEET OF PAPER from inside the
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