[ Siren Blaring ]
[ Siren Whooping ]
[ Brakes Screeching ]
[ MenJeering, Metal Cups Clattering ]
[ Speaking Chinese ]
[ Groaning ]
[ Shouting In Chinese ] [ Responding In Chinese ]
- [ Screaming ] - [ Yelling ]
[ Shouting In Chinese ]
[ Gasping ]
- [ Softly ] You got maybe seven minutes. - [ Radio Static Crackling ]
Six minutes.
[ Chinese ]
Almost got one ofthe fuses fixed.
[ Shrieking ]
- Shh! - [ Whimpering ]
[ Sniffing ]
[ Chinese ]
[ Shouting In Chinese ]
Thirty seconds.
[ Continues Shouting In Chinese ]
Get out now.
[ Chinese ]
[GuardShouting ln Chinese]
[ Line Ringing ]
[ Phone Ringing ]
[ Ringing ]
[ Ringing Continues ]
- Yeah. - It's Duncan. What are you doing at home?
-Jogging. - How long does it take you to get to work?
- Harry, what time is it there? - How long?
- Thirty, 40 minutes. Why? - I'll give you 25 minutes...
before I transmit, ifyou want to see the cable before they do,
- you'd better hustle. - [ Hanging Up ]
[ Tires Screeching ]
[ Beeping ]
[Phone Ringing]
[Picking Up Receiver]
- Duncan. - What the hell's goin' on?
- Read the cable. - Look, if I'm walking into a shitstorm,
I've gotta know which way the wind's blowing.
- Boy Scout's in trouble. - What kind oftrouble?
- [ Tires Screeching ] - Where are you calling from?
Are you in your car? Are you out of your fucking mind?
He's a big boy. He can take care of himself.
You call me from secure when you get there.
Let's see your driver's license.
[Alarm Wailing] Sorry, sir.
You need to come to the desk with me, please.
Mr. Muir.
[Tapping Keyboard]
Duty roster has you checking out tonight.
Just a reminder: on your way out,
we need to sign out your I.D., card key, parking pass.
It's a date.
[ Rapid Beeping ]
You got a cable from Hong Kong?
You check the operations center?
[ Chuckles ] I go up there, Billy Nyland's gonna want to collect...
that hundred I owe him from the 'Skins game.
Come on, Henry. Pull it offthe mainframe for me, will you?
My last day.
[ Clears Throat ] [Tapping Keys]
Gladys.
Cubans are in the drawer on the left.
Ifthese walls could talk, huh? All this history. I envy you.
- Bag yourjob. You can bejust like me. - No, really.
The debt this country owes you guys.
Chuck, are we gonna dance all night with your hand on my ass,
or are you gonna make your move?
You used to run an agent named Bishop.
- Tom Bishop. Yeah. How is he? - We'd like to take a look at his files.
Did you try Records?
Ofcourse, we have his main files. It was your personals.
- What do you want to know? - We'll have your Bishop op reports downloaded...
andsortedin an hourortwo; fornow, l'lljust takeyourfiles.
Grab yourselfa seat and make yourselfcomfortable.
It's gonna take me a while to dig 'em up.
Call my office as soon as you have 'em. ASAP.
Oh, Muir?
Good luck with the retirement.
The director sent this down. Actually, it looks like he signed it himself.
Oh, andHarkersaid l'm supposedto collect allyourfiles on Tom Bishop.
Finally get to use one ofthese burn bags.
Hold this, till you hear otherwise.
- You didn't see what I put in. - Are we feeling a little paranoid on our last day?
When did Noah build the ark, Gladys?
Before the rain. Before the rain.
[Security Code Beeping, DoorSliding Open]
Hey, Billy, you got my hundred?
[Chattering On Radio]
Harker said to bring this file up. You want to buzz me through?
No, I can't, sir. But I'll make sure he gets it.
Sir?
[DoorSlides Open]
[Man] Canyouget that Chinese translator?
[Radio Chattering Continues]
[Man Continues] No, that looks prettygood.
Looksgood. ...as for the upcoming trade negotiations in the Far East,
a team of negotiators has been working with the Chinese...
in an effort to streamline theproceedings...
andlaythegroundwork for the President's trip next week.
In other world news... Jeez.
nowthat the Cold War is finallyover, Berliners areproclaiminga newera...
here where Soviet and American tanks faced each other...
in the darkest days ofthe Communist--
Is this it? It's all I could find.
Packed, misplaced-- you know how it is. Moving day and all.
It's probably mostly up here anyway.
Old school, you know?
Muir?
Step this way?
Sit down here, please, Muir?
Jesus, Aiken. How long has it been?
[ Sighs ]
This task force have a name?
- [ Blinds Whirring Open ] - [Man] This isa tough one, Troy.
I'm gonna see you later.
You got it, Cy.
[DoorClosing] [ Sighing ]
Good to see you. Thanks for stoppin' by.
For the record, we've been joined by Nathan Muir, Near East ops.
[ Sighs ] We're in the process ofdealing...
with a fairly specific...
international flap.
We brought you in here as a stopgap.
- Fill in a few holes for us. - So I'm like the little Dutch boy, huh?
[ Chuckling ] Yeah!
Wejust need you to be a team player on this one, Muir.
- [ Chuckling ] - Why is that funny?
Every time my coach told me that, I knew I was about to get benched.
[ Chuckling ]
Due to the nature ofthis task force, Nathan,
there will be certain information which you don't need to know.
A weekago, Tom Bishop disappearedin Hong Kong.
Last night he turned up outside Shanghai.
He's been arrested for espionage.
We're working up a profile based on relevant personal histories and op records.
This has to be handled with kid gloves.
How long does the president have to claim him?
- Twenty-four hours. - Starting when?
As of now, Nathan.
Bishop has been classified as a common criminal,
and will be executed at 8:00 A.M. tomorrow morning, our time.
What about the press?
Why not leak it and throw the spotlight on China, and buy us some time?
We need the press on this like we need a third teat.
- You using the other two? - [ Troy Chuckling ]
We don't want outside influences to... limit our options.
What was Bishop doing in China?
He was with an operation for Harry Duncan.
Was? Yes.
Until he took matters into his own hands.
Well, where are they holding him?
- Oh, I'm sorry, Nathan. - It would be nice to know what gaps are filled.
I've only got ten fingers here, you know?
[ Inhales Deeply ] I guess, kind of tough timing, hmm?
A week before the president's road trip.
You guys afraid there's gonna be a congressional hearing?
That's why we're transcribing and videotaping. Right?
Are you gonna want me to testify?
- No. - No?
Absolutely not.
- You met Bishop in Vietnam, right? - Yeah.
[ Sighs ] Spring of'75.
Hue had just fallen. Danang would go in a couple ofdays.
And I had flown in country to get an ARVN sniper...
who'dbeen with us throughout the Phoenixprogram.
He wasa heavyhitter namedBinh.
[Rock]
Spent the lastyear RockyMountain way
lt's time to open fire
And we don't need the ladies
Cryin' 'cause thestory's sad [ Indistinct ]
- lgotsome badnews foryou, sir. he's dead. - Dead?
Just before dawn. Caught a mortar round with his teeth.
Got anybody else? There's a staffsergeant came my way a while back,
but he's nowhere near Binh's 40 confirmed. How many has he got?
Three kills. Christ, and that's the best you got?
He's a fine shot, sir.
Where is he? Right over there.
Where, in the back? Yeah.
There is another guy, 20 kills, but he's at least two days away.
- Confirm that for me? - Yes, sir.
Why ishe overthere? They liveseparate...
from the other men, cook their own food-- gook food.
Smells awful, sir.
Not to the enemy. Send him in.
Yes, sir.
[ Men Chattering, Shouting ]
- Yes, sir? - Bishop?
That's correct, sir.
- [ Clears Throat ] Where are you from? - Hemet, California, sir.
Here. Have a seat.
I take it you didn't get to be a marksman putting food on your mama's table.
No, sir, we have a Safeway back home.
Where'd you learn to shoot? Boy Scouts, sir.
[ Laughs ] Are you kiddin' me? No, sir.
When did you get pulled in? I volunteered, sir.
[MuirNarrating] He came acrossas one of those idealistic types--
you know, a little bit ofan attitude?
Starts out trying to see what he's made of, and ends up not liking the view.
- Who was the target, Muir? - General Hun Chea.
He's Laotian? Yeah. Unofficial enemy.
Code name: Red Shirt.
He's responsible for the western flank of the upcoming Saigon offensive.
His name-- Don't need a name, sir.
You don't needit? Oryou don't want it?
Yeah, I'll do it, sir.
Okay. [HelicopterEngine Roaring]
The target willbe at a location...
twenty-one clicks away, tomorrow morning at 0900.
lt'sa high-poweredmeet-and-greet with the Vietcong.
Will he be alone, sir? He sometimes travels with a bit ofan entourage.
''A bit ofan entourage?''
- Red Shirt located. Do you have in sight? - Red Shirt confirmed.
Niner-eight-zero to gate.
One-zero-zero-five to table.
Wind...
five miles left.
Target in sight.
- [ Clicking ] - [Helicopter Whirring]
Bravo Six, Bravo Six. Delta Two. Over.
- Go, Delta Two. - We have target in sight, but no shot.
- Say again? - No shot.
- Helo is obstructing target. - Helo? NVA doesn't have air support.
Position injeopardy. Ourposition is compromised. Over.
- Say it again. Over? - Shh. We're still a go.
[ Gasping ] We have no go.
- [ Whispering ] Clear. - Don't take the shot!
See ifyou can get 'em back.
Delta Two, Delta Two--
[ Whispering ] Move!
Come on, come on.
Delta Two, Delta Two. Bravo Six, over.
[ Cries Out ]
[ Cries Out Again ]
Sorry about your man, Captain.
You want to make another pass, sir?
Hold it. Go back again.
Hell ofan ad for the Boy Scouts.
Didyou have apresidentialfinding authorizing those kills?
I don't believe we've met.
- Who are you? - Dr. William Byars.
National Security Council.
Was there a finding, Muir?
[ Snickers ] Well, we were in a place we weren't supposed to be,
assassinating a general from a country we weren't at war with--
ofcourse, we weren't officially at war with North Vietnam, either--
- Is that a ''no''? - Oh, come on, guys.
We're on the clock. The president admits Bishop is ours,
denies he's a spy, we put out the fires and negotiate a deal.
Unless I'm missing something.
[ Whispering ] Muir's secretary's on-- [ Indistinct ]
- [Whispering Continues] - Mm. This will just take a second.
Stop recording. Stop tape.
Your secretary's got your wife on the line. She says it's urgent.
Go ahead. Want to take it outside?
No, no. I'll take it in here. That's fine.
- Hello? - Got your message. You want me to start a fire yet?
Oh, uh, right. This'll just take a second.
Right. [ Distorted ] Tell you what.
Why don't you hold that reservation, and, uh,
we maystill be able to use it.
You mightjust. As we speak, there are three guys rummaging...
through everything lspent a weekpacking.
Uh-huh.
Okay.
Uh-huh.
- Ifthere were any instances of personal dysfunction, - Right.
- emotional or psychological, it could be helpful. - [ Muir ] Okay.
[Man]lt's insubstantial. Right. Right.
[ Muir ] Mm-hmm. Okay.
That'll be good. Becausepresidentialfindings...
- have no real importance. - You still there?
Y-Yeah.
So he was an assassin, recruited to kill.
Sounds good. Bye-bye.
[Hangs Up Receiver]
[ Sighs Deeply ] Sorry. Wife planning a retirement dinner.
Assassin?
I think I just figured it out.
- The Bishop files. - Where?
My office. Closet.
It'll just take a second.
l'llsend a securityofficerdown. No, hey, you guys...
have betterthings to do than to rummage through myoffice, right, Chuck?
[Agents Chattering]
[Tapping Keypad]
He's on his way down. [Hanging Up Receiver]
[ No Audible Dialogue ]
[Gladys] You were right.
It rained.
What about these?
- Burn 'em. - What is this about?
Money.
Free trade. Microchips.
Toaster ovens.
And what does that have to do with you?
Nothing. Get me Digger Gibson's number.
Shit!
Agency's looking for a reason to let the Chinese kill Tom Bishop.
No!
[Rapping On Door]
Ah, they shut down my secure line-- last day and all.
Can I use yours? Thanks. Aw, well--
[ Clears Throat ] Oh, I'm sorry. It's classified. Do you mind?
Oh! Uh, right.
There'snothing there. lt'snot in English?
- lt'snot in English either. - This faxjust came in a few moments ago, sir.
Yeah.
So, sir, you and Muir came up together, right? Mm.
How well do you know him? No one knows Nathan. Not really.
Do you trust him? He's a man who got thejob done.
Is he on thejob now?
Office ofSecurity, Hong Kong. Ten to seven this morning,
a call originated from station to Muir's home.
He knew about Bishop before he got here. And he played dumb.
Yeah, this is Harker. I need confirmation on all calls...
in and out of Nathan Muir's office.
[ Sucks Teeth ] Gee, I'm hungry.
[ Line Ringing ] [ Woman ] Hong KongHerald.
- Digger Gibson, please. - One moment, sir.
Hello? Gibby, old boy.
Nathan! To what do I owe this honor?
Still have contacts at CNN?
I got something foryou. Talk to me.
How about ''C.I.A. operative caught in the act ofespionage''?
- Can you get that on the air? - That'snotgonna be easy.
Come on, Gibby.
- That's never stopped you before. - [ Chuckles ]
- Give me 30 minutes. - Yeah.
I remember seeing something about Bishop in my South American box,
but it wasn't there.
Those op files downloaded yet?
Let's go with this. Bishop's recruitment. Yeah.
Well, back then, recruitment took time.
Bishop was evacuated with the last ofthem on the 30th ofApril,
andthatgave me a month to do myhomework.
ltalkedto hisneighbors, his teachers, hismom--
scoutmaster--
Pulled his dad's records from the Pentagon.
Then started to move some pieces around on the board.
And my plan was to isolate and alienate.
[Dire Straits, ''Soldiers lnArms'']
Your valleysandyourfarms
lhadhis C. O. give him just menialduties...
with non-English-speaking personnel.
Andlkept him in limbo about even thepossibilityofgoinghome.
And then I watched... and waited. [Rock Guitar]
This consignment is a complete misdirect.
It needs to go to Military H.Q in Mannheim. You understand?
[ Under His Breath ] Fuck!
Then, in December, when ldidn 't thinkhe could take anymore,
- I made the move. - These mist-coveredmountains
Are a home nowto me
There she is. [ Chuckles ]
But myhome is the lowlands
Uh, sorry sir. It's Bishop. Sergeant Bishop?
Oh, Christ. Ofcourse!
Hi. [Woman] Yeah, hi.
Sandy, this is Tom Bishop. Tom, right?
- Yes, sir. Tom, sir. - Tom. How are you? Nice to meet you.
- Sandy? - My second wife.
- Second wife? - He asked me what I was doing in Berlin,
and I told him I was there as a military liaison ofa sort.
It's good to hear an American voice again, I'll tell you that. I'll bet, I'll bet.
What are you doing for Christmas?
No plans.
[Dean Martin] Oh, the weatheroutside is frightful
But the fire isso delightful
[lndistinct]
Central Intelligence? Train you as an agent.
You'd be working for me. Mostly undercover.
[ Chuckles ]
Europe? Wherever the action is.
What if I preferred... tojust go home?
That's okay. It's fine.
I can probably make arrangements foryou to end your tour ofduty in San Diego.
In which case, I'll presume you'll forget we ever had this conversation.
But look, it's your choice.
Allthe wayhome l'llbe warm [ Chuckles Softly ]
The next day, we started his tradecraft.
The technology gets better every day, and that's fine.
But most ofthe time, all you need is a stick of gum, a pocketknife and a smile.
That's disappointing. [Man] Guten Morgen, meine Herren.
Today we're going to be discussing a radio set.
Notjust any radio set, but a Russian radio set.
Every building, every room, every situation is a snapshot.
While l'm sittinghere talking toyou, l'm also checking the room, memorizing it.
The people. What they're wearing. Then I ask the question,
''What's wrong with this picture?Anythingsuspect?'' [ Shouting ]
You'vegotta see it, assess it anddismiss most ofit...
- without looking, without thinking. - Without thinking?
It'sjust like breathing. You breathe, don't you?
Always carry cigarettes and a lighter too. Great ice-breaker.
- Eine Kaffee, bitte. - Zwei.
Okay, I want you to listen, but I want your concentration to be on something different.
Anything else, soyou don't react. Understand?
Yes.
So when do I get my first assignment?
When I decide you're ready.
- What is your name? - Michael Sandville.
The suit in the kitchen.
- Threat? - Wait, how'd you see that? Ah!
- See that apartment building? - Yeah?
Know anyone who lives there? No.
Within five minutes, I want to see you standing on one ofthose balconies.
[ Chuckles ] Come on.
- Did you serve in Vietnam? - No, I did not.
- Favorite color? - Why don't we discuss it over coffee?
You just lost ten seconds.
Solicit information from someone.
Gladly.
Theguy reading the menu.
Don't look at him.
- He wasn 't reading the menu. - He's not reading at all. Threat?
Onlyto the hostess.
[Muir] Youjustgave herfourpieces ofpersonalinformation...
for one dubious, impersonal fact.
Just trying to find out where she got that dress.
Where are you from? When's your birthday?
You know everything about me. I don't know a thing about you.
[Muir] Okay, what didyou tellher?
One, you'restraight. Two, you're engaged.
Three, tomorrow's your girl's birthday, and four, you have no taste in women's fashions.
[ Chuckles ] What ifshe were an asset?
You told her four lies that now have to be true. Okay.
[ No Audible Dialogue ]
[Lounge Piano] [ Chattering In German ]
[ Groaning, Speaking German ]
[Continues ln German] [ Replying In German ]
I thought spies drank martinis. Scotch, never less than 1 2 years old.
Is that right?
Agency rules? My rules.
All right, so what else? What else do I need to know?
[ Exhales ] Put away some money so you can die someplace warm.
Don't ever touch it. Not for anyone. Ever.
Okay. Is that it?
Don't ever riskyour life oryour career for an asset.
If it comes down to you or them, send flowers.
[Jazz Piano]
He was a natural.
He couldtake an East German who had just come overthe Wall,
lookhim straight in the eye, andaskhim togo back...
to the place hejust fled and spy for us.
[Bishop Speaking German]
Hegotsogoodat it he could close in a single afternoon, sendtheguyout with a smile.
Let me get this straight: you allowed a contract agent to develop assets?
He was that good. I thought he'd make a fine case officer someday.
Let's get on with it. I'd like to hear whatever you can offer about...
Operation Rodeo. Rodeo?
- The Cathcart affair? - [ Whispering, Indistinct ]
Hold transcription, hold tape. I'll be right back.
[ Sighs ]
[ No Audible Dialogue ]
[ Sighs ]
You know, this would go a lot faster, you guys,
ifyou'd tell me a little something about the op.
What's it called? Sideshow?
What about it?
- How'd you come by this information? -Just stuffwe learn in the field.
[ Sighs ]
[Troy] Sorryabout that. Okay, where were we?
[Muir] lthink we were talkingabout...
Operation Rodeo-- right, Chuck?
You're on.
[ Sucking In Breath ] My East German contacts...
discoveredthat we had an unidentifiedmole in the embassy.
We hadthe ambassador in ourcrosshairs,
until some information leaked when he was out ofthe country.
So thatjust left onepossibility.
- Ah, Ann. - Hello.
- [Man]Ann-- - ...Cathcart. - [Muir] Yeah.
Bishop was involved in a small but integral part ofthe operation--
going East to bringacross an East German functionary namedSchmidt.
- Ready? - Yeah.
Ah, fuck!
The passport's in the glove box. There's some vodka. Spill it on your coat.
Ifthey stop us, don't say a word. Remember, you're drunk.
- And where is Mrs. Muir? - Patricia left me and filed for divorce.
[ Laughs ] Oh, I'm so sorry, Nathan.
How is it I always say the wrong things?
- [ Chuckles ] - Patricia?
Yeah, my third wife.
- My God, how many wives have you had? - Four.
You want to hear about them, or Bishop?
- You see that gentleman? - [Young Woman] Yeah?
He's the ambassador. Why don't you go over there and say hello to him?
Okay. Okay?
Your scotch is older than she is.
Am I supposed to feel bad about that?
They know.
They have my family already, I know it.
Ifthey knew, they would have stopped us.
Tomorrow, your wife, your kids, will all be safe in Munich.
- I gotta make a stop. - What?
- It's a scheduled stop. I gotta make a phone call. - They follow you.
Friedrich, it's all taken care of, okay?
Ifthey ask, tell 'em I got sick.
[ Klaxon Sounding ]
Why don't we go outside? I'm sure we won't be missed.
I wish I could.
I have to stay near the phone.
Working on a Saturday night?
- [ Engine Roaring ] - [ Tires Screeching ]
Are you bringing someone across?
- [ Whispers In German ] - Bitte.
- Yes? - Vodka did me in. I'm comin' home.
- Throw out the bottle. - Repeat that?
Throw out the bottle. They know.
They don't know. They don't fuckin' know.
They'll be waiting. Drop as close to checkpoint as possible.
- Negative, we're comin' across. - No. That's an order.
- Let him go. - [ Whispering ] They will kill him.
[ Retching ]
[ Groaning ]
[ Gasps, Pants ]
Change of plans, Friedrich.
No.
You will drive me across, just as you said.
If I do that, they'll kill us both.
This way, we still have a chance. You're a liar.
This way, you still have a chance. I can't help you.
-Just get out ofthe car. - I will not get out.
- Get out ofthe car! Get out! - I will not get out!
I will not! No! No! No!
No!
Get out. Get out!
Please. My wife. My children.
I can't help you!
[ Starts Engine ]
[ Sobbing ]
[Chattering ln German]
[ German ]
Nathan, what happened? What went wrong?
- Nothing. - Nothing?
Actually, one thing.
Don't ever question me again. Ever.
What? I gave you an order, you take it.
You don't ask why. Those ten seconds on the phone could have blown the op.
The op was bringing Schmidt across! The op was setting up Ann Cathcart.
And your end had to look legit.
What are you telling me? Schmidt was bait?
- Yes. - Nathan, they executed him on a shitty cellar floor!
It could have been you. Let me tell you something about Schmidt.
He went to the Russians a week ago, and said he had a contact, an American.
- Somebody he could use. - Don't tell me that.
You didn't look in his eyes.
Don't tell me that!
He was your asset. Somebody you used for information.
Aw,Jesus Christ! You don't just trade these people like they're baseball cards.
It's not a fuckin' game! Oh, yes, it is.
That's exactly what it is.
And it's no kid's game, either. This is a whole other game.
And it's serious and it's dangerous-- and it's not one you want to lose.
Nathan, we killed this man.
We used him, and we killed him.
Okay, then you gotta help me understand this one.
You-- Nathan, what are we doin' here?
Don't give me some bullshit about the greater good.
That's exactly what it's about.
Because what we do is unfortunately very, very necessary.
And ifyou're not willing to sacrifice scum like Schmidt...
for those that want nothing more than their freedom,
then you better take a hard look at your profession, my friend.
Because it doesn't get any easier.
Why did you use me? Do you want to walk?
Walk.
You should have told me about the op.
You used me. I did. And listen to this, because this is important.
Ifyou had pulled some stunt over there,
I wouldn't come afteryou.
You go offthe reservation, I will not come afteryou.
Fuckyour rules, Nathan.
Okay. But tonight, they saved your life.
Can we have the relevant files on Ann Cathcart?
Ann Cathcart's body was found...
in the lobbyof a cheap hotelin East Germany,
just two months after she defected.
Yeah. Beaten to death.
- Vopos never solved the case. - And Bishop was in Berlin when this happened.
We were both in Berlin-- Do you recall Bishop's reaction...
to the news that Ann Cathcart was dead?
Motive and opportunity.
Nathan, you should leave here knowing that we're looking into every possible scenario.
What's ''Sideshow''?
You don't need to know.
Why are you trying to burn Bishop?
Troy?
Hold transcription, hold video.
Sideshow was a bugging op.
Listening to government offices in eastern China.
- The trade talks? - Mm.
And you're afraid the lid to the cookiejar is gonna slam shut on our hand?
Oh, come on, guys! Chinese need trade status more than we need to give it.
That's not necessarily so.
Twenty-four hours after capture, Bishop's allowed to start talking.
That gives you, what? Ten, twelve hours to make a trade.
Come on. You're on the clock.
He doesn't know anything. Bishop wasn't on Sideshow.
He wasn't working for us.
He was arrested during a rescue attempt...
at a prison outside Su Chou.
- Who was he after? - Don't know.
[ Woman Screaming ] Let go of me!
[ No Audible Dialogue ]
[MaleAnnouncer] Formore on this late-breakingstory,
wego live to Hong Kong.
[ Announcer #2 ] It has been confirmed that the Chinese claim...
to have arrested an American operative for the C.I.A.
While the State Department remains quiet, official sources say that the individual,
working out ofAmerican consulate in Hong Kong,
was captured in an act ofespionage.
lfconfirmed, this comes at a badtime foran administration...
which is in the middle oftrade negotiations with China.
The U.S. government is in theprocess ofnegotiatinghis release.
The embassy promised to keep us abreast... We are so fucked.
ofthesituation asit develops.
- This is FrankNall, live in Hong Kong. - Guess that limits our options.
I want to know what you have to say about this,
and I want it on the record.
When I was a kid, I used to spend summers on my uncle's farm.
And he had this plow horse that he used to work with every day.
He really loved that plow horse.
One summer she came up lame,
and could barely stand.
The vet offered to put her down.
You know what my uncle said?
No, Muir. What did he say?
He said, ''Why would I ask somebody else to kill a horse that belonged to me?''
Get me Peter Brody at the FCC.
ldon't care. Justget him.
Looks like Bishop's gonna be okay.
Good.
- What about the flag? - Keep it.
Something to remember me by.
You know where to store this stuff, right?
Yeah. What do I do with the storage key?
If I need it, I'll send for it. I'll send you a postcard.
- From where? - Not a chance.
You'd show up and try to clean the place, and scare the native girls away.
[ Chuckles ] I wish. I'll be working for Andy Unger down the hall.
[ Sighs, Groans ]
You're gonna miss it.
You know that, don't you?
[ Sighs ]
[ Chattering ]
Thankyou. Thankyou. Mm-hmm. Have a nice day. Thankyou. Thankyou.
Thankyou. Mm-hmm. Thankyou.
[TVAnnouncer] Formore on thisstory, wego live to Hong Kong.
And, in a late-breaking development ofthe incident reported earlier,
rumors that Tom Bishop, an alleged C.I.A. operative,
hadbeen captured in an act ofespionage, nowappears to be a hoax.
Tom Bishop died 1 4 months ago.
While the C.l.A. has made no officialcomment,
sources close to the agency have confirmed Bishop's death late last year.
The discreditedstory hasbeen attributed...
to an overzealous member ofthe Chinese government,
who leaked the false information in the hopes of undermining the current U.S. trade negotiations.
This is FrankNall, live in Hong Kong.
- [ Gasping ] - Mr. Muir?
- [ Shouting In Chinese ] - [ Screaming ]
[ Chuckling ] Told you you'd miss it.
Who do you trust in military intelligence?
I co-signed Martha Rayburn's car loan.
Listen, Gladys. I gotta buy some time here.
l'mgonna needlmageryAnalysis fora militaryprison nearSu Chou.
And ifyou use the phones, don't use these.
Any chance I could lose myjob over this?
Good. I didn't want to work for Andy Unger anyway.
[DoorCloses]
[People Chattering, LiveAndOn Radios]
I know who it is.
I know who Bishop was after.
Well, so do we. But do you know why?
[ Snickering ] I mean, ifanybody knew the back story,
I mean, it would, well, uh,
It'sjust that it would make a congressional hearing really worth watching.
By the way, that's not in the op reports.
[ Beeping ]
Muir, you're not cleared to be in here.
Relax, Kappler. If I didn't have clearance, how did I get in?
Where's this report? I just came from the seventh floor,
and there's some people pretty disappointed it hasn't arrived yet.
Hold on!
What report?
You were at the briefing. I'm talking about Tom Bishop.
Bishop went rogue. Yeah, andthey weregonna...
pull him out until somebody up there-- and I'm not gonna say who--
said that your department claimed there weren't enough resources.
Who said that?
Look, I can buy some time while you pull this together.
Now, Operation Sideshow. That'sneartheprison, right?
NearSu Chou.
China. Come on.
Any air support?
[Beeping] Oh.
[ Sighs ] Shit, that's probably Folger.
Yup. [ Sighs ]
P'eng Hu Islands.
Commander Wiley's outfit.
Forty minutes from Su Chou Prison.
Thankyou. Oh, hey,
l'm havinga little retirement dinnerpartytonight.
- Services library. Say, 7:00? - Sure.
You know, I uh-- [ Chuckles ] I didn't know you liked me.
[ Laughing ]
[DoorClosing]
What was that all about? What did Muir want? What?
He wasjust talking.
- What about? - His party.
I don't think you're invited.
Gladys? [Phone Ringing]
[Rings, Beeps] Hello?
It's me.
- Where are you? - First floor coffee shop.
- Talk to me. - Imagery Analysis. They've got every angle on the prison...
you could want, collecting dust.
Gladys? Get me whatever they have.
That'll have to go through Folger's office.
I'm aware ofthat. I also need info on an outfit ofours in the P'eng Hu Islands.
- Commander Wiley's outfit. - Muir?
Muir, wait up.
And call Kappler in the map room.
- Tell him my party's cancelled. - Your party?
- [ Hanging Up, Beeping ] - [ Dial Tone ]
We're gonna need you upstairs a bit longer. [ElevatorDings]
What's that? I said, we're gonna need you upstairs a bit longer.
[ Sighs ]
[ Sighs Deeply ] You got something in your teeth.
Harker says you might care to enlighten us on information that's not in your op reports?
I just want to help out.
Is it relevant to the issue at hand?
I know who Bishop was after.
Elizabeth Hadley.
Pull up what we have on Hadley.
[Man Clearing Throat]
[ Beeping ]
It was a tip ofthe sword deal, out of Beirut.
lntendedto be clean andefficient in aplace that wasanythingbut.
By '85, the place was a nightmare.
[Announcer]...tookBeirut andsurroundingareasinto a newroundofbitterfiighting.
Sheikh Salameh was our target.
He ran a large terrorist faction that hadtaken out a number ofAmerican targets,
including at least one ofthe embassy bombings...
that left212people dead-- mostlycivilians.
An assassination wasnot an option.
He neededto appearto die ofnaturalcauses, to avoid violent repercussions,
andeven more bloodshed-- hisbase ofoperations was Cyprus.
What we knew about him was that he was extremely dangerous, extremely paranoid,
andhe was planninga trip to Beirut to see the family doctor.
[Camera Clicking]
I sent Bishop in a couple of months ahead of me,
to make contactsandget within striking distance ofthesheikh.
[Arab] lset him up at the Commodore.
Where allthe flacks andthe expatriatesstayed.
[ No Audible Dialogue ]
His cover was as a photojournalist. He was good.
- He was talented. He hadagoodeye. - [ Camera Clicking ]
Probablyhad aphotographymerit badge stuffedin a drawerat home.
lt wasn 't that much different from 'Nam, actually, so it wasn 't long...
- before he wasright at home. - [ Camera Clicking ]
Tookhim seven weeks...
but Bishop founda way toget to thesheikh.
- Hi. - Hi.
[ Chattering In Arabic ]
[ Arabic ]
[Elizabeth] Yeah, uh, tobacco, see, cigarettes--
It's for the children, for God's sake.
Fine.
[Children Shouting]
Okay, calm down.
[Chuckling] Calm down!
[Muir] Bishop delivered medicalsupplies...
to the refugee camp.
He'dnegotiateda deal with a newcontact in ordertoget closerto thesheikh 's doctor.
- [ShutterClicking] - Take the antibiotics andthe morphine...
straight to the doctor;, the rest ofthe stuff, the hypos, the bandages--
[Elizabeth Continues, lndistinct]
- [ Dialogue Faint, Distant ] - [ShutterClicking]
[ No Audible Dialogue ]
Oh, fuck.
Hey, what happened to the kid over here?
Oh, he was trying to take the hill.
It's in the north end ofthe camp.
Ifthey make it, they're clear into a safe zone where they can get medical supplies and food.
Ofcourse, they've got to make it back.
- There we go, honey. - [Child Whimpers]
[ShutterClicking]
- Hi. - Hi.
I'd like to come back and do a story on the doc.
Maybe get something published foryou. [ Chuckles ]
For me? Yeah, let the world know what's goin' on here.
Well, I don't know, Terry.
Maybe we can work something out.
[ Car Starting ] [ Refugees Chattering ]
Anyway, Bishop did a ''day in the life'' spread on the doctor...
that we got printed in the Times.
So, with that relationship intact, things lookedgood.
[ Chuckling ] It's good.
Then again, this was Beirut.
We didn't know when the doctor was going to be giving the sheikh his physical,
but it was ouronly opportunityto take him out.
So, I didn't have the usual time to butter him up,
which means we needed twice the sex with halfthe foreplay.
[ Ringing ]
- Hello? - [ Driver ] Muir has arrived.
Huh? Can you get over here soon?
[ Sighing ] Right. Okay. Good.
All right.
[ Yawning ] What's wrong?
Uh, Israeli troops. Movin' into the Bekaa Valley.
Mm. Where in the Bekaa?
South end.
God, it's 5:30. With the roadblocks, you won't get there till noon.
Yeah, so the shots won't be so pretty.
[ Muezzin ]
All right, I'm up. What's so important?
- Hey, it's a new day. - Far too early, you psycho. What is it?
The Sheikh Ali Salemeh, he's moving.
How? Speedboat from Cyprus.
He's booked the top floor ofthe Nebaa apartments for two weeks.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Motor Roaring ]
My God, you're hideous. Why do you even bother?
Missed you, too. What do you want? Flowers at 5:00 in the morning?
Flowers would be nice. But I'll settle for breakfast.
Well, I got a good spot. Yeah?
Yeah, taught the guy to make migas. Yeah. Migas?
Mexican restaurant in Beirut, huh? I'm impressed.
Suddenly, Mexican doesn't sound so good to me.
This better be the best damn breakfast I ever had.
It's delicious. You'll love it.
We have to make it to the end ofthe alley.
You're gonna make a beautiful corpse.
[Machine Gun Firing]
Happy birthday, Nathan.
You know Langley has seven different birth dates foryou?
Well, they're all wrong. I know. It wasn't easy. K.G.B., Mossad, also wrong.
Fortunately, I was well trained.
Tom, I'm speechless. Where the hell did you find something like this in Beirut?
Beirut? Diplomatic pouch, overnight from London.
Got a new racket goin' on here. Operation Dinner Out. Dinner Out?
Mm. Dinner Out. I'll remember that.
[Men Shouting lnArabic, CarDoors Closing]
Here we go.
- How're we doing? - The sheikh's scheduled for a physical.
I made contact with his doctor, who is also his cousin.
That sounds right. Doctor's name is Ahmad, works at a refugee camp...
- south oftown. - [ Boat Motor Rewing ]
I got to him through an aid worker.
- Blonde or brunette? - I didn't say it was a she.
Is she cute? [ Chuckles ]
Just someone I used to get to the camp.
- [ShutterClicking] - Is she gonna be any further use to us?
Not to us.
[Tires Screeching, Engine Revving]
Another piece of nasty business.
Langley wants a backup.
Okay? They want me to liaise with the Lebanese militia, just in case.
Nathan, those guys are cowboys.
- No. Not an option. - All the more reason to make sure we do it our way.
- You're ten minutes late. - Nathan, we're okay. I just got hung up.
Look, we got zero room for error here.
You're right. You're right. It won't happen again.
- Ahmad. Good to see you. - Oh, how are you, sir?
I'm great. Listen, I have a friend I thinkyou'd be interested in speaking with.
You good on time? Okay. Yes, okay.
Hello, doctor. Fine. May I? How are you, sir. Please.
It's official business. I'm afraid a bit unpleasant, but something you ought to see.
The doctor's father had been a politician,
a diplomat ofsome note.
andhe andhis wife haddieda couple ofyearsback, from CO2 asphyxiation.
We have reason to believe that the death ofyour parents was not accidental.
Are you saying... they were murdered?
We know who did it.
I wanted to give you a chance, ifyou want it, to do something about this.
Something I think would serve both ofour interests.
I'm sorry.
[Muir] lt's like he wantedme to know.
What l did know was that ifwe weren't careful,
she wasgoing to cause the whole thing to come crashing down aroundus.
Okay. Yeah. Good.
He's been with her every night.
[Oud]
Yeah.
[ Indistinct ]
Scotch.
[Woman Singing lnArabic]
Wh-What's wrong? Nothin'.
Excuse me, sir?
Mm. See the gentleman at the bar?
Would you get him a double ofyour cheapest scotch?
Okay? Thankyou. [Elizabeth, Laughing]
- Who is it? - lt's thisguy, he, uh, he worksat the embassy.
He helped me out with a passport problem.
Monsieur, the gentleman here bought you a scotch.
Goodguy. A reallygoodguy.
- Terry. It's Terry, right? - That's right.
It's good to see you again, Nathan.
I wasjust saying how you helped me out with that passport problem.
Uh, Elizabeth Hadley, Nathan Muir.
Pleased to meet you. Nice to meet you.
What you don't know is that he mentioned you at the embassy.
Saidhe met a beautifulgirl andhe wantedto extendhisstay--
now that's-- that's gotta be you, right?
- Well, you never know. - [ Chuckling ] You want tojoin us?
Ah-- Well, maybe, just for a minute.
I don't want to be a third wheel.
So, what brings you to this part ofthe world?
Well, I'm with an international aid organization.
Oh. How do you keep track of it all?
[ Chuckling ] ''It all''?
I haven't been here that long, but it seems like nobody trusts anybody.
Seventeen sects, all claiming their birthright here.
Do you have a favorite? Our organization's neutral.
God, that must be nice, being neutral.
Never having to take sides. Sleeping like a baby.
- That's a simplistic way-- - Please, don't defend me.
What? No, no, she's right. How do you sleep, Elizabeth?
- Hey. - Well, actually, I don't.
It's the shelling I can't quite get used to, you know?
All night. Well, it's more effective that way.
Families at home. Greater chance for casualties.
And quite a lot ofthese shells, they seem to come from warships.
[ Chuckles ] Funny, too, now that I think about it.
The bombs, the guns, the bullets, the tanks,
they all come from somewhere else, too-- uh, China, Syria,
Iraq, Iran-- the U.S.
This place is like ''31 Flavors''-- something for everyone.
- Bad day at the office, Nathan? - Ah, sh-- You're right.
I apologize.Jesus, here you are, kind enough to invite me to your table,
and I start talking politics right offthe bat. Mm.
I guess that's the curse ofthejob. Must be.
So, Elizabeth, do you miss London?
It must be tough not to be able to return.
- Why should that concern you? - What are you talking about?
I don't know ifshe's mentioned, but she's not welcome at home.
Parents won't talk to her, her brother and two sisters think she's crazy.
- She's a fanatic. - Stop it.
This is ridiculous. Yeah, you just met this guy, right?
No, please don't. Please, stay withyourfriend.
- What the fuck are you doing? - Exactly what you should have done-- your homework.
Nathan, she set us up with Ahmad. She'sjust an asset, huh?
Did it ever occur to you she might see you as an asset?
Yes, it did, and I'm tellin' you, you're wrong.
How'd you two meet? Did you mark her?
Or was it the other way around?
Did she get you to do you any favors?
You're out of line. Drop it. It's under control.
Oh!
How about him?
Rajiq Nabih. Yougot him undercontrol?Hezbollah.
She uses him to finance her camp, and he uses her for God-knows-what.
Tell me I'm wrong, Tom. Tell me you knew about him.
I don't know what the fuckyou're doin'.
But my personal life is my business. You stay out of it.
Oh, like heck. Sure-- ''Terry.''
I'll stay out of your personal life.
[Elizabeth] Excusez-moi. Uh, taxi. Taxi, s'il vous plait.
Oui, madame.
Am I getting played here?
Huh?
-Jesus Christ, you're such a-- - Am I getting played?
- Oh, you're accusing me of lying to you? - What is it?
Do you want the truth?
Well, uh, fine. I'm a fixer. Uh, fanatic.
How do you think I move so freely?
You know, I make deals. Provide introductions. Anything to try and help...
the people that I work with.
As much as I'd like to deny it, most times, those introductions have consequences.
Why can't you go home?
- Why? - I put--
- Why? - I was involved with, um, a, human rights group in London.
We bombed a building owned by the Chinese government.
It was supposed to be empty, and it wasn't.
Andlhave to live with that.
Fine. Well, that's me. What about you?
Y-You can start small there. Your name.
You know my name.
Your name. Terry.
-Tell me your real name, please. -Terry.
Jesus, you're pathetic.
[Muir] She had workedboth ends against the middle forso long,
[Filtered] the middle decided togive up andgo home.
The Chinese, ofcourse, had serious problems with her.
A lot of little ones. One big one.
The London bombings claimed the life of the premier's nephew,
and they don't tend to forget that kind ofthing.
How well did you know Hadley?
Our paths crossed. That's about it.
What was Bishop's reaction to all this?
Didn't bring it up. So, neither did I.
[Seagulls Crying, WavesRoaring]
I'm gonna try to get us some work in South America.
- Ever been to Argentina? - [Horn Honking]
[ Gasping ] You okay?
Yes. I am okay.
Fuck.
Okay. Halfa drop ofthis on the skin...
and he'll be dead within 1 2 hours.
You will use this stethoscope.
You will take the cap off, hold it to his chest to check his heart,
and place the cap back on-- don't brush up against it.
Got it? Yeah.
That's it.
Tell me-- is it hard?
Is what hard?
To take a life. [ Sighs ]
Yeah.
The sheikh wants me to come at noon. On Friday.
Which wasjust four long days away.
[Muir] lntelligenceshowedus he wasin theprocess...
ofplanninga majorattack on the civilian sectorofWest Beirut.
We were on the clock, and we knew this was ouronlychance.
So it wasimperative that everything went according toplan.
So Bishop baby-sat the doctor, andthe rest ofus triednot to watch the waterboil.
[ Chattering ]
Andto satisfyLangley, lmet with the Lebanese militia,
who were more thanjust a little excitedabout even thepossibility...
of putting their bomb squad into action against the sheikh,
in case theplan with the doctorfailed.
- Monsieur. Bonjour. - [Muir] The militia was purelya backup.
Not a realoption.
[Dogs Barking, Baying]
Andthen there was the waiting. That's the worstpart.
Givesyou too much time to consider, ''What if?''
[Knocking On Door]
My name's Tom.
[ Sighs Deeply ] And then, on... Thursday,
the daybefore thesheikh 'sphysical,
the Druze andthe PartyofGod starteda street warin South Beirut.
Shegot antsy, andthe waterboiledover.
Tom Bishop on the phone. Yeah?
The sheikh wants them there within the hour.
- So here we go. - Nathan, the doc's not with me.
- Where the hell is he? - The Amal retaliated and shelled the camp.
- You let him go? - Nathan--
- You let her take him? - On my way. Lebanese militia is not an option.
We let the sheikh get away, we are dead in the water.
No. I can get him there. Just trust me.
[HornsHonking] Get out ofthe way!
Move!
[ No Audible Dialogue ]
[ Sighs ]
[Plane Passes Overhead]
Ahmad, it's time.
I'm sorry. We gotta go now.
- [Horn Honking] - Fuck! Move!
[ Phone Ringing ]
Hello? It's Muir. Where are we?
Looks like they're packing up to go.
[ Tires Screeching ]
Move! Move!
- And? - Could be an hour. Could be ten minutes.
Get out ofthe way!
Come on! Move! Move! Move! Move! Get out ofthe fucking way!
- [Phone Ringing] - Hello?
[ Crowd Jeering ]
[ No Audible Dialogue ]
Okay. Okay. Good luck, Ahmad.
[ Panting ] Ahmad, we gotta go. You okay?
Yes. Yes. Yes. You okay? Okay.
Thankyou.
Come on, Ahmad. Come on.
[Dog Barking]
[Man Shouting lnArabic]
[MuirNarrating] The destruction wasa little more extensive...
than anyone anticipated.
Our Lebanese friends were a little insecure about this being their first big mission,
so theypackedup the car with enough Semtex to blowup halfofBeirut.
[ Shouting In Arabic ]
[Muir] lt wasa tough deal, but lfiigured Bishop couldhandle it.
I didn't see him again until a week later,
when we were scheduled to fly out ofthere for Karachi.
That was the last time lsawhim.
Happy?
Seventy-four casualties, an apartment block leveled, one dead terrorist--
Yeah, happy.
We have some fucked-up barometer for success, don't we?
Let's take a walk.
I'm not going with you.
Hooked up with another op.
Probably for the best.
Is this about her?
No.
Be sure you're doing it for the right reasons, Tom.
Yeah. I'm done with your reasons, Nathan.
I'm done with you. I'm not ending up like you.
Good luck.
Lizzy?
[Phone Ringing]
Yes? I'm on my way.
I've got to go brief the White House.
We'll finish this up at 0700 tomorrow.
- The files you requested, sir. - Ah, thankyou.
Wait! You can'tgo in there.
I'll get back to you. It's all right.
You can't do this.
I'm due at the White House.
He's one ofours.
Troy,
do you remember when we could tell the good guys from the bad guys?
All this... it was about something, wasn't it?
Yes.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Oh, forgot my smokes. - I'll get them, sir.
You're aware this is now a nonsmoking facility, sir?
Feels good to break a rule now and then.
[ Beeps ]
Good morning. Thomas Quinn.
Mitch Alford, please. Nathan Muir. One moment, please.
Mitch, I got Nathan Muir on the line. Want to take it? Thanks.
Hey, Nathan. What can I do foryou?
Who's this?
She was his wife.
This guy and his fucking wives.
She stayed in Korea while he did two tours in South America.
The second op with Harry Duncan was real sensitive shit.
Muir worked with Duncan?
This should work for both ofthem.
Liquidate everything, Mitch. Stocks, T-bills money markets, the works.
Shouldn't we discuss this? No. I don't care about the penalties.
- I want to have access to it now. - Nathan, save for a rainy day.
Look, I know what I'm doing. Wire-transfer the balance to this account:
1 -7-1 -2-4-4-8-2-9-2;
- First Maritime of Grand Cayman. - Grand Cayman?
That's it. Thanks, Mitch.
This is Harker, I need to find out ifthere were any calls...
made to Hong Kong since this morning.
The whole building.
- Hi. - Hi there. Mislaid my pass.
I'll take a look upstairs. No problem.
Get a loadofthis.
What?
He consolidated his international trading account.
He what?
Sent them to a bank in Grand Cayman.
Get me his account balance. Right.
[Phone Ringing]
- Yeah? - Harry, it's Muir.
Here's a list ofthe Hong Kong calls you requested.
Embassy. That's his cell phone.
Hong KongHerald.
That's Andrew Unger's fucking office.
You still have contact with that official at the power company?
Yeah. Yeah, Deng. Why?
Yeah, this is Harker. I'll hold.
Where can I fax you this under the radar? Kowloon Marriott.
What the hell is going on here, Muir?
- You gotta trust me on this, Harry. - Why should I trust you?
Jesus, you recommended Boy Scout to me in the first place.
- Call me on my cell. - Muir?
- [ Sighs ] - What's going on, Unger?
I'm looking for my badge. I don't understand it--
[ Rapid Beeping ]
Where'sMuir? Looks like he's gone for the day, sir.
What?
How much longer?
Print them out and send them up.
[CellPhone Ringing]
Yeah? What now?
- Did you get my fax? - Yes.
I see an op requiring three months of prep.
Bishop prepped it before he piggybacked Sideshow.
So, what, we're going to ask him for help? He's going to be dead in six hours.
No, he's got a friend on the inside. Check the roster for Sideshow.
Well, I'll be damned. Tran.
He's got all the schematics for the prison.
- What do we need Deng for? - Thirty minutes ofcomplete blackout at Su Chou.
And Harry? Yeah?
Give me bottom dollar.
[Man Shouting ln Chinese]
[Gunshot Echoing] [CellPhone Ringing]
- Yeah? - Deng wants 500,000 yuan for the power-out at Su Chou.
[Muir] No way.
Tell him a hundred ''K'', and I'll pay in dollars.
[ Sighing, Speaking Chinese ]
Well, he won't risk it for less than 300, but he will take dollars.
Five years ago, it would have cost 20 grand.
Five years ago, Deng would not have had to bribe...
ten employees, two supervisors, a localpolitician--
allofwhom standto lose theirlives iftheyget caught.
[ Exhales ] Come on, Muir.
It's not like it was your money.
Tell 'im 282 grand in the Grand Cayman account and that's it.
[''Baywatch'' Theme Music]
Okay. It's a done deal.
Morning, Gladys. Oh, ifthe wife calls,
tell her I'll be upstairs.
[ Chattering ]
Good morning, gentlemen. Director Wilson.
Good morning. Have a seat.
I, uh, found some extra stuffon Bishop.
I don't think it's relevant, but ifyou want to see it--
Harker, you want to go ahead?
There are a couple ofthings that need to be cleared up.
About Bishop? No, aboutyou, Muir.
About the past 24 hours.
Mr. Muir has been working against us from the start.
What are you talking about? I've done nothing but cooperate.
Cooperate?
Have I withheld anything?
Certainly the fact that Harry Duncan tipped you off...
to Bishop's situation before you even arrived here yesterday.
- [ Scoffs ] - Yet you chose to play dumb with us. Why?
Okay. Then maybe you'd like to tell us about the calls you placed...
to Duncan from Andrew Unger's office last night.
- Harry Duncan's a friend-- - Aren't they all.
We were discussing a personal matter.
Harry Duncan's gone missing.
Oh, yeah? Well, good for Harry. He deserves some time away.
With your $282,000?
Muirtransferredthat amount to a GrandCayman accountyesterday.
As ofan hour ago, it's gone.
You want to accuse me ofsomething? Accuse me.
Maybe the payoffwent to... Digby Gibson when you tipped offthe press.
Troy?
Leave Digger out ofthis. His paper's a front.
He's Ml-6'sman in Hong Kong.
Anything else, Harker?
Yes, sir.
Yesterday, Imagery Analysis delivered a file...
requested by Muir's secretary to your office.
Did you receive that file, sir?
I don't remember seeing it.
It was returned at 0300 this morning.
All right, give it to me.
Thankyou.
Is this China?
Muir?
I believe it is, sir, and I think it would behoove Mr. Muir...
to tell us exactly what $282,000 has bought him there.
Muir?
It's kind ofdifficult to explain.
I thinkyou better tell us everything.
I've been using company resources for personal benefit.
Forthepastyear, l've been routing one ofoursatellites...
over some retirement property that I'm thinking about buying.
[Wilson] What the hellis that? Harker, let mesee that.
Because ofthe changing weather patterns and the erosion...
that's occurring along the coastline ofthe beaches,
and the fact that it's my life savings,
I just wanted to be sure.
Sorry.
lbelieve l'llsit in forthe rest ofthis.
Aiken, where did you leave offyesterday?
Beirut, sir.
We still don't know how Hadley wound up in a Chinese prison.
- Should we go offthe record with this, sir? - No. Let's get on with this.
After the bombing, Hadley was a concern.
Not onlyto Middle East ops but to Bishop 's life.
So lbrokereda trade with the Chinesegovernment,
using Hadley in exchange for a U.S. diplomat convictedofespionage.
Andshe wasflown to a high-securityprison nearSu Chou, eastern China.
The place was cleared out and a ''DearJohn'' saying they were through...
was forged and left for Bishop to find.
It appears you underestimated Bishop's feelings for her.
Yeah, I underestimated it.
And you took it upon yourself to do this deal...
and you were alone in this.
Yeah.Just me.
[ Whispering ] Muir's secretary is on the phone.
Your secretary's on the phone, line one.
- Yeah? - I've got Commander Wiley.
Okay, connect us.
Commander Wiley, sir.
Fax received. What's the verdict?
- We're on for tonight. - Roger, sir. Understand.
Operation Dinner Out is a go. Confirm?
Correct. Dinner Out is a go.
''Dinner Out's a go?'' Helluva way to speak to your wife.
Why do you think they keep dumping him?
How did Bishop find out where she was?
Couldn't have been too hard.
Small world, people talk.
A white face in a Chinese prison stands out.
He's well trained.
Should've known he'd find out. [ Clears Throat ]
Any other questions? Yeah, one.
Ifyou'd known he was going after her, would you have told us?
No.
[Aiken]Do we edit the transcript orlet itstand?
The Agency can't be responsible for some crazy thing Bishop did on his own.
I'm sorry... about Bishop.
So am I.
We done here? Nondisclosure agreement.
Aren't you going to read it?
- Read it a thousand times. - Aiken, would you escort...
Mr. Muirfrom the building?
[ No Audible Dialogue ]
- Dinner with his wife? - Why?
- He said he had four wives. - I'm changing phones.
- There was one in Germany. - [Harker]His first wife wasKorean.
- [ Byars ] And Peggy, that's three. - He was only married once.
This is BlackHawk One, we're inbound.
Operation DinnerOut accomplished.
What did you say? Nothing.
-Just that we're on our way home, sir. - No. Operation what?
Dinner Out, sir.
Who are the others?
[Man] Here it is. Patricia Lemour, Sandra HarrisandPeggy Dye,
all agents or civilian assets.
They were all cover wives. Then who was he talking to?
[Phone Ringing]
[ Sighs ] There's been an incident in China.
Oh,Jesus Christ.
[Man] Spent the lastyear RockyMountain way
Couldn 'tget much higher
Out topasture thinkit's safe to say
Time to open fire
And we don't need the ladies
Crying 'cause thestory's sad
'Cause the RockyMountain way
lsbetterthan the way we had
Whoa
Well, he's telling us this andhe's telling us that
Changes it everyday
Says it doesn 't matter
Basesare loaded andCasey'sat bat
Playing itplay-by-play
Time to change the batter
And we don't need the ladies
Crying 'cause thestory's sad
Uh-huh
RockyMountain way
lsbetterthan the way we had
Yeah
And we don't need the ladies
Crying 'cause thestory's sad
Uh-huh
RockyMountain way
lsbetterthan the way we had
Yeah
[Continues]
[Fades]