The Recruit Page #5
even your voice
create vibrations
that a sophisticated laser
pointer in the building
-can read and translate.
I'll tell you, this card won't
get you into the good stuff,
but that little logo
definitely gets you laid.
Republican girls -- hot.
Here we go. This is you.
The manual's
pretty self-explanatory.
Log in as much data as you can
without getting carpal tunnel.
Any questions, I'm 1229.
Thank you.
Thank you.
I'll see you over there.
James.
Layla. Hey.
What ar--
oh, you're here?
Yep. Data entry.
Not exactly
what I'd imagined, but...
After you left...
we missed you at the farm.
Yeah.
Look, I'm late, so...
Oh, right. Okay.
It's good to see you.
Yeah. You too.
Take care.
-Hi, Frank.
-Hey, how's it going?
Good.
Take care.
-Thanks. See you tomorrow.
-Good night.
Hey, Joey. Cappuccino.
Sure.
James.
Hi.
Hey. Hey.
I'm not stalking you, I swear.
I come here all the time.
How you doing?
Good. You mind?
No, of course not.
Thanks.
Sure.
What are you reading?
-Good?
-Weird.
WOMAN:
Here you go.Thanks.
So...
Hmm?
I'm in Science and Tech.
-Science and Tech?
-Yeah.
Not in the field?
The field is what you said
you always wanted.
Yeah, well...
found out it wasn't.
It's good to see you.
You too.
JAMES:
So, where you living?
an apartment in Georgetown.
What about you?
JAMES:
Uh, I'm over in Adams Morgan.
LAYLA:
When did you move downfrom Boston?
JAMES:
A week ago.I drove down.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
See you soon.
Yeah. You want a ride?
-Nah, I got my truck.
-Okay.
-All right. See you.
-Good night.
Good night.
BURKE:
Okay,you re-established contact.
Now get into her office,
see if she's accessed
the program.
If she's got lce 9,
what's she doing with it?
She can't copy it.
Langley computers
don't have disk drives
for exactly this reason,
and she can't print it out.
There are no printers.
Company policy.
D.S. & T. is a secure area.
You're gonna need clearance.
I'll handle that.
Thank you, sir.
-Morning.
-Good morning.
James...a bunch of us are going
over to Senor Pepe's.
-Margarita Monday.
-Republican interns, huh?
Vaminos, muchachos,
Hi, this is Layla Moore.
You can call me then or leave me
-Hello.
-Hi.
Mike? Black, two sugars.
Right?
Thanks.
Hey.
-Oh, Sharon...
-Yeah?
I still haven't gotten
It's all right.
I'll look for them.
-How was the date?
-lt was great.
I just don't know where to go,
and -- I don't know...
You know, there's
this ltalian restaurant
down in Georgetown,
and it's authentic.
-Hi.
-Hey.
Must've just slipped
out of your hand.
Nah.
I dropped them on purpose.
You trying to manipulate me?
Maybe.
It's working.
-Frank.
-Hey.
-Good night, Layla.
-Good night.
Layla. Wait up.
Here you go.
Allow me, madame.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Where's your car?
Red pickup, over there.
Oh, nice. New?
Newish.
This your little baby?
-Yeah.
-All right.
-Night.
-See you tomorrow.
Hey, James?
Yeah?
I want to show you something.
to scan the room.
That one takes another
you're ready to waltz
one step,
you could have 40 seconds
of complete privacy
where the cameras
won't see you.
Okay.
Closer.
Here?
There.
Now we're completely private.
What were you thinking about
when you figured this out?
You.
We have 20 more seconds.
That's not enough time.
Layla?
Sorry it's so early,
but, uh...
I don't sleep.
Piss like a racehorse --
every two hours.
Impossible.
What do you got?
Some of the lce program
is on her home computer,
but it's not all there yet.
She's taking it out in pieces
and putting it back together.
How's she getting it out of the
building? That's the question.
And more importantly,
who's she giving it to?
I want you to take this.
Open it somewhere later.
You know, no matter
how sure we are...
about a person...
no matter how close or friendly
you think they are --
I know.
I believe Layla's a traitor.
Yeah.
It's just...
It's ugly.
This is an ugly business...
you know?
Can't pay us enough
for this kind of stuff,
and they don't.
The truth is,
at the end of the day,
it's what we do.
It's a job.
It's not who we are.
We decide who we are.
All right!
Morning...sleepyhead.
Sure, come right in.
Usually when a man ditches me
in the middle of the night,
he doesn't call the next day.
Imagine my surprise when
you're banging down the door.
Sorry. I couldn't sleep,
so I went to the gym.
Breakfast?
Yeah, sure.
I'm starving.
Hey, how about that breakfast
you promised me?
Huh?
Cheese eggs --
my dad's specialty.
the breakfast of champions.
-Good?
-Mm-hmm.
So, do you still think
about it?
The farm, I mean.
I told him to stop.
Nope. Not about that.
I mean the training.
Learning to lie, deceive.
Yeah, sure.
I mean, I definitely think
about things differently now.
is a possible mark.
Sure.
I got an idea.
Why don't we do
Come on, we can go and sit
on Lincoln's knee,
Iook at
John Dillinger's penis.
I swear to God,
it's in the Smithsonian,
along with other weird Americana
like the Fonz's jacket.
What do you say?
I got to work.
Work? Wrong answer. What are you
gonna do on Saturday?
It's your taxpayers' dollars
in action, my friend.
You sure you got to go
to work?
Yeah.
I'll see you tonight, right?
Yeah.
See you later.
Bye.
Gorgeous dog.
Hey, fella.
How you doing?
-So nice to meet you.
-She's a sweetheart.
-She's pretty.
-Thank you very much.
-See you.
-Have a good day.
MAN:
You can't park here.WOMAN:
The "A" train toSt. Petersburg is now boarding.
Oh. Hey!
Hey!
Stop! Freeze!
Freeze!
Zack.
Zack.
Hey, you! Stop!
Stop!
Suspect's Caucasian and 5'10",
wearing green jacket.
Ooh!
MAN:
The delayed "A" trainfrom St. Petersburg
will be arriving
in half an hour.
The "A" train from
St. Petersburg will be arriving
in half an hour.
-Hey!
-Sorry.
...will be boarding
in 15 minutes at Gate "D."
MAN:
No sign of the suspect yet.
Green jacket, male, Caucasian.
-Affirmative, 21.
-5'10", brown hair.
WOMAN:
This isNext stop...
Burke here.
JAMES:
Zack's dead.
I killed him.
Where are you?
I killed him.
He -- he was working
with Layla.
Oh, Jesus.
James, just tell me
what happened, now.
Uh, she met him.
I saw them.
Zack attacked me.
I killed him.
Well, I have to
pull you out, then.
I have to get somebody else
on this thing.
Look, let me do it.
This is what I trained for.
You said so yourself.
and if she's not,
I'll intercept her.
I'll get the material,
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