The Recruit Page #7

"What am I to do?

"l do not believe in God

anymore.

What am I to do?"

You know what the pope said?

"Fake it."

I couldn't...fake it...

anymore.

So now I'm gone.

You get it?

And so are you if you don't

give me the computer.

Now. Now!

All right!

You want your computer?

It's over there

behind my coat,

under the stairs.

It's all yours. Take it.

Showtime. Went to Langley.

It's all over.

They've heard it all, Burke.

MAN:
Freeze!

Hold it there!

Well...

will you look at this?

in the spotlight, right?

What do you know?

What do we do now?

Come get my gun...

or you just want to hang me?

Hang the traitor.

You ready for that, Slayne?

Oh, I hear you.

"Why'd you sell us out, Burke?"

I sold you out.

No way!

Jesus Christ.

Sell you out?

Did I do my job?

I ask you -- you do your job?

I hand you the target.

I tell you who and where.

What do you do?

All you got to do is act.

What do you do?

Do you do your job? No!

I'm obsolete!

I'm irrelevant!

Me! Shame on you!

You yanked me home!

You shoved me out in the woods!

-Some lvy League prick...

-Jesus Christ.

who's afraid of having dinner

in D.C...

The target is Burke.

...because of street crime

is judging my worth,

shoving me in the f***ing...

Put it down, Walter.

They came for you.

Yeah.

The line to the ClA

was a fake.

You never told 'em.

No.

You did.

Nothing is what it seems.

God damn it, Walter.

You got me.

Hand in the cookie jar.

You got to give me one thing.

I'm a scary judge of talent.

Here goes nothing.

-No.

-Bye-bye.

-No!

No!

All right.

Clayton, you ride with me.

We're gonna need to

debrief you at Langley.

James?

SLAYNE:
Let's go, Clayton.

You all right, Clayton?

Yeah.

Forgot to turn

your cellphone off.

That's how we tracked you --

your cellphone.

I didn't forget.

I knew she'd do her job.

Well, I'll remember to team

you two up together next time.

Next time?

You were born to do this, James.

It's in your blood.

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