The Recruit Page #6

and we'll meet.

I can do this.

Look, please -- trust me.

All right.

I'll come into town.

I'll meet you in the Navy Yards

near "M" street,

Okay. Navy Yards,

"M" street, 8:
00.

Thank you.

Have a good weekend.

Layla, pull over

the goddamn car!

Pull over the goddamn car!

James, what do you want?!

Sh*t!

Don't move! Don't move!

Open the door!

Open it!

Don't move!

Unscrew the bottom.

Do it!

Now!

Okay.

Go.

I'll tell them you surprised me.

Get as far away as possible.

What?

I don't know why you turned.

I don't care.

James, I didn't turn.

You did.

I know who I'm working with.

I know what I'm doing. Do you?

Look, stop it!

I know everything!

Your mission, the intel,

your parents.

James, I'm ClA.

My mission was to assess the

security protocols at Langley

to see if I could get

the data out of the facility.

I did.

But, Jesus, James,

it's probably bullshit anyway.

It can't be real.

It was a test.

They couldn't take the risk.

Nothing was real!

You are a traitor,

a double agent.

I followed you.

Zack had your note.

Zack is working with me.

Zack is ClA.

Zack is dead!

What?

James, Zack is ClA.

He's --

He fired on me.

I shot him.

What?

I killed him.

Look, I am on

a ClA-sanctioned mission.

No.

Layla, I didn't wash out

of the farm.

I'm the N-O-C.

I'm the NOC.

No, Zack was.

Zack was the NOC.

No, this is a sanctioned

mission. I received...

James.

...orders from my control.

No.

Layla, go.

Get out of here.

James, please, just --

just listen to me, okay?

Just keep the gun on me.

Just keep it on there, okay?

And give me your free hand.

Just give it to me, please.

Okay?

Just feel my pulse, okay?

Look at my pupils.

See if I'm lying.

Now, listen,

I am not a double.

I work for the ClA.

Zack works for the ClA.

We are on

an agency-sanctioned mission.

James...

Go.

Run far away.

Disappear, Layla.

Disappear, Layla!

No!

James!

-Hello?

-Layla?

Listen to me -- the program you

stole from Langley, it is real.

-No, it can't be real.

-Listen to me.

This is what I do --

programs, code.

James, where are you?

It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter.

I think we started lying

to each other

almost as soon as we met,

so, uh...

...so there's no real reason

to believe any of it was true.

But I'm gonna anyway, okay?

-Time's up.

-James...

-James!

-All right.

-Jeez!

You better start telling me

what the hell is going on.

Oh, man!

My dick's on fire.

Layla says

I'm a double agent!

-Yeah.

-All right, Zack's dead!

-What the hell is going on?

-Calm down.

No!

Open that glove compartment.

I got napkins in there.

And put away that stupid gun.

It's only blanks.

Come on, I'm wet here.

Come on.

Start talking.

Start talking.

Congratulations.

You passed your final test.

-Test?

-These pants are ruined.

What do you mean, test?

Everything's a test, remember?

Nothing is what it seems.

Well, what about lce 9?

That a test?

Toss it. Keep it as a souvenir.

It's gibberish.

-No way. No, it's not.

-Yeah, yeah.

The squibs that went off

on Zack when you shot him.

What?

Nothing's real.

Squibs?!

No, I watched him die!

-You did?

-Yes!

Well, I want you

to tell him that,

'cause we're meeting him

in half an hour for drinks.

You tell him

you watched him die.

I'd like to see his face.

I'd like to see your face.

All right?

Who gave you the gun?

Who gave you the gun?!

Me.

No one's using real bullets,

remember?

Everything is role-play.

Remember?

Where were you when we were

going through all this?

Put that gun out of my face.

If you want to point it at me,

point it at my chest, will you?

'Cause they're blanks in there.

Just shoot, okay?

Point it at my chest

and go ahead.

Get it out of your system so l

can go home and change my pants.

Go ahead, shoot. Fire.

Just shoot it!

Pull the trigger.

Go ahead, try it.

Come --

James?

James?

Let me explain!

I don't know, uh...

...what went wrong.

You seemed like

the perfect recruit.

I mean, you were smart.

You were motivated.

Slayne, some of the others...

...thought you tried too hard

to please me.

When you couldn't,

you just snapped.

You know?

-I tried to help you, James.

Got you a job at Langley...

...after you washed out

of the farm.

But that wasn't good enough

for you, was it?

You got bitter.

You got angry.

"ClA is just a bunch

of fat, old white guys

who fell asleep

when we needed them most."

Remember that?

I got it on tape.

You see where this whole thing

is going, James?

Go, go, go!

You called me.

You wanted to talk.

You said you had something

to show me.

Bragged to me about how you were

gonna screw the company,

screw us all.

You even shot at me

in the car -- shot at me.

And we fought...

...and you hit me.

Ooh!

-Well...

-Sh*t!

I got my cover.

You got yours?

You killed a man, son.

Killed by your hand.

You've got no way out but me.

You're gonna have to negotiate.

The lce 9 program isn't real.

It's a fake!

Oh, no. It's real.

Switched it myself.

Remember?

Once you're in Langley,

you can do anything.

It's getting it out

that's a b*tch.

I could delete it right now.

Erase it all!

That's how to play

the game, James.

Your daddy would be proud

of you -- that kind of talk.

All right, that's enough.

You stop.

You don't talk about him.

You do not mention his name!

Oh, sensitive.

You're a liar, a traitor!

He was none of those things.

Well, he wasn't in the ClA.

Maybe that's why.

I mean, now that

we're letting it all hang out,

airing our laundry.

Bullshit.

No.

He didn't work for us.

Bullshit. He did.

He worked for the company.

Yeah. Shell Oil.

Sorry, kid.

Dreams die hard.

So, now what?

Am I supposed to fall apart?

Is that it?

Hand you over the computer

with my desire to please, Burke?

Well, it's an option.

Well, here's another option --

shoot me.

Go ahead.

Oh, now, you sound like

a sore loser to me.

Don't you appreciate

the complexity of this thing?

James, come on, man.

I'm working without a net here.

And I pulled it off, too.

I'm clean. You're not.

I don't want to hurt you.

I just want the computer.

All right,

now, where might that be?

First, tell me why.

Why me?

Oh, why? How? When?

You're like a bunch of baby

birds with your beaks open,

waiting for me

to vomit out answers.

Why me?!

I needed a partner.

You needed a father.

What is the principal job

of a ClA officer?

You develop an asset,

you work 'em, then you turn 'em.

I found you.

I worked you.

How much? How much did it cost

to buy the great Burke?

$3 million.

That's cash.

This is America.

Now, are you gonna show me

that computer?

All right?

Don't make me kill you, son.

It ain't worth it.

It's all about the money.

You think you know me?

You think you know me,

don't you?

You don't.

There was a time...

There's this parish priest,

goes up to the pope,

drops down on his knees,

starts weeping,

asking forgiveness.

"Holy Father, Holy Father,

what am I to do?

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