The Recruit Page #2

All right.

-Good morning.

-ALL:
Good morning.

Ladies and gentlemen,

my name is Dennis Slayne.

I'm assistant director

of operations at Langley,

and I would like

to welcome you here

to the ClA Special

Training Facility,

affectionately known

as "the farm."

Now let me introduce to you

your senior instructor,

Mr. Walter Burke.

Morning.

ALL:
Morning.

So, why are you here?

Why are you here?

It ain't the money.

A GS-15 pay grade officer,

yours truly --

I rake in about, what,

You can't buy

a decent sports car for that.

It ain't sex.

Hey, being here

won't get you laid.

Oh, you're

a dental hygienist?

I'm a member of the ClA,

Moscow Station chief.

-Hello?!

What about fame?

Our failures are known.

Our successes...are not.

That's the company motto.

You save the world,

they send you to some

dusty basement at Langley,

give you a little lemonade

and cookies,

and show you your medal.

You don't even get

to take it home.

So it ain't money,

it ain't sex, it ain't fame.

What is it?

I say we are all here

in this room

because we believe.

We believe in good and evil,

and we choose good.

We believe in right and wrong,

and we choose right.

Our cause is just.

Our enemies...everywhere.

They're all around us.

Some scary stuff out there.

Which brings us here...

to the farm.

You have all just stepped

through the looking glass.

What you see, what you hear --

nothing is what it seems.

Indistinct conversations

Mr. Burke?

Hey.

I was just, uh...I was hoping

maybe I could buy you a beer

and we could talk.

I have so many questions

about my dad.

You're making a mistake, son.

Let me remedy it.

I was on semicongenial terms

with you

during your recruitment

for that reason --

I was recruiting you.

I'm not your friend.

I'm not your ally.

I'm your instructor --

period.

That enough talk?

Good morning. It's 0600.

All CTs report

to Common Area, 15 minutes.

Is everybody ready?

Morning.

-Let's go.

Let's go!

BURKE:

Over the next few months,

we're gonna teach you

how to deceive,

role-play,

psychologically assess,

sell, exploit.

We're gonna hand you

the tools --

the black arts.

Not witchcraft --

trade craft...

Ready! Fire!

...disguise, surveil, detect.

You will be able to kill

with a variety of weapons...

-or none at all.

You will night-parachute,

rappel from choppers,

Iearn dry and wet demolition,

Iearn tactical, high-speed

emergency driving.

You will become...

Bond -- James Bond.

Thank you, Mr. Clayton.

You're already role-playing.

That's good.

You're ahead of all of us.

Let's start with Clayton.

Why don't you take...Zack?

Aah!

Nice move.

Where the hell did

you learn how to do that?

ZACK:

Metro Dade Police Academy.

MAN:
Are you a senior

instructor at the farm?

-BURKE:
Yes.

POLYGRAPH OPERATOR: True.

Okay, if you look

at the screens,

you'll see his pulse is even,

respiration normal,

pupils undilated --

signs of the truth.

Come on, rough me up.

Let's go! Rough me up!

Have you ever worn

women's clothing?

Who said that?

Yes.

-True.

Were you, uh,

ever stationed in Peru?

Yes.

-POLYGRAPH OPERATOR: True.

Is your name Walter Burke?

-No.

True.

Let's do it.

Forth!

Skid and holster!

Remove your targets!

Nintendo.

These are paper ants --

microphone transmitters.

They adhere equally well

to flesh or clothing,

and they're biologically

manufactured,

so as soon

as they become separated

from their storage palate,

they begin to break down.

After 48 hours,

this bug consumes itself.

These are all live

surveillance devices --

digitized,

miniaturized transceivers,

audio and video.

You can conceal them

throughout the bug house.

Your objective is to gain entry,

install three bugs each,

and exit the bug house

without getting caught.

You will have eight minutes.

What do we got here, Walter,

a bunch of D.S. & T. geeks,

or we got some quality

NOC people?

I don't know.

Anybody get out

of the bug house lately?

Not many.

Doesn't look like

it's gonna happen tonight.

Don't underestimate

my people, Dennis, please.

Usually by now,

you've tagged a NOC.

Must be one in this class.

Well, maybe yes, maybe no.

Who knows?

The Shadow knows.

I love this part.

-Buenas noches, amigo,

You've just been blanketed.

SLAYNE:
That's two down.

BURKE:
Oh, who's counting?

Buenas noches, amigo,

You've just been blanketed.

Attaboy.

Aah!

Ouch.

Go!

Go, go!

Who was that?

You okay?

Yeah.

Okay.

Some of you will not survive

the farm.

Some will be asked to leave.

Some will quit.

But those of you

who do graduate

will be sent to work

out of Langley

or embassies around the world

as official cover operatives.

That is, spies

with diplomatic immunity.

Now, every once in a while,

someone is selected to be

a nonofficial cover operative,

or N-O-C -- NOC.

The NOC is the truest

practitioner of espionage --

always out there,

always alone, unprotected.

If you are caught,

you will most likely be

tortured, shot, and/or hanged.

And here's the best part --

no one will ever hear about it.

You will become a star

on a wall,

a blank space in a book.

Now, I can just feel

all you Alphas out there

gunning for this position

as I speak.

So remember,

everything is a test.

ZACK:
Yeah? All right.

All right,

I can afford 10 cents.

Yo, I'm out.

All right, I'll see you.

Come on, you're gonna fold,

Ronnie. Just get it over with.

-You're a Miami cop, right?

-Yeah.

So why don't you

speak Spanish?

I do.

So where'd you learn Farsi --

Persian beat?

Oh, that's funny.

No, night school --

Florida Atlantic University --

so I could get in here.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

-Ronnie.

-I'm out.

Well, looks like it's just me

and Sonny Crockett.

RONNlE:
Sonny Crockett --

is that the black guy

or the white guy?

What are the girls like

on South Beach?

What do you want to do?

All right.

# Sonny, you're a boy #

# Make a big noise

playing on the street #

I'll see your bet

and raise you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa --

$2 raises max, remember?

Come on, we're not playing

by the rules here on the farm.

Are we? Are we?

Are we, Sonny?

That's fine by me.

Okay. So...

Are my pupils dilated?

I could be bluffing.

Or it could just be dark

in here. What do you think?

# Gonna be a big man

someday #

# You got mud on your face #

Okay, I'll give it to you.

I fold.

-What did you have?

-Hey! That's not how we play.

Your deal.

Hey, man, good game.

Well, well, well...

Looks like boys' night in, huh?

Kinda sad.

I'm gonna change all that.

Time for a field trip.

We got the van outside.

We're all going for drinks

at the Blue Ridge.

All right, your objective --

reach the parking lot

with an asset who intends

to have sex with you.

You want us to pick up a girl?

Well, uh, five, actually --

one each.

# Change #

# But be yourself, now #

Hi.

Hi.

BARTENDER:

Here you go, Kitty.

-Thanks, Barry.

- # Change #

# But be yourself, now #

# Change #

# But be yourself, now #

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