Breach - English Transcript

Sunday the FBI successfully concluded an investigation to end a very serious breach in the security of the United States. The arrest of Robert Hanssen for espionage should remind us all, every American should know that our nation, our free society is an international target in a dangerous world. (INAUDIBLE) HANSSEN ON TAPE: I shouldn't tease you That just gets me into trouble (WOMAN SPEAKING ARABIC) (CAMERA CLICKING) (CAMERA CLICKING) (CAMERA CLICKING) I got him! Him and the wife. Okay. She can be turned. They were screaming at each other. We've got to tell the CT guys. Did you catch any of what they were saying? Some of it. Just gonna need a translator. Okay. I can still work the corner outside their apartment. He didn't make me. But we got to get over there now, while they're still fighting. Oh! Yeah. It's a protocol for storing information on our targets. Yeah. We got that part. The thing that's unclear to us is what it was doing on Gene's desk. It has to work its way up the chain, doesn't it? Nobody likes a show-off, Eric. We're all trying to make agent, you know? Different colored tabs, five different fonts. You must have spent the weekend at Kinko's on this thing. Did you read it? No. It's too bad, because you're both credited in here by name. Really? Really? Yeah. For your help with the software. Can we get over to that apartment now? JULIANA: Are they terrorists? ERIC: They're targets, honey. That's all I said, right? Right. Sorry. Good girl. Hey, Mom and Dad want to take us to Mass today. You want to go to Mass with me? I'd rather go to a movie. Me, too. What? I should have been one alley over. The light was better. You're going to be an agent. Are the rest of those guys working as hard as you? Of course. I bet they aren't. Say it again, okay? Say what again? That I'm going to be an agent. You're going to be an agent. (TELEPHONE RINGING) (SWEETLY) Don't get it. JULIANA ON ANSWERING MACHINE: You've reached the O'Neills Please leave a message (JULIANA REPEATING IN GERMAN) MAN: Get dressed You've been TD Y'ed To where? They'll explain at the field office We're due in 20 minutes On a Sunday? I'll get right to it, if you don't mind. You're being tasked to Headquarters, where you'll be riding the desk of an agent named Robert Hanssen. You know him? No. Former head of our Soviet Analytical Unit, considered our most knowledgeable analyst on Russian intel. Last six years, he's been our liaison at the State Department. It's Sunday. BURROUGHS: We're bringing him back to Headquarters where he's gonna start our new Information Assurance Division, safeguarding the Bureau's IT system from cyberterrorism and infiltration ERIC: Wait, I've heard of this guy Was he the one who hacked into another agent's hard drive? He's the best computer guy we've got. He's also a *** deviant. Oh. Been posting on the Internet. Lurid material. There's some complaints in his file from female subordinates. HANSSEN ON TAPE: I shouldn't tease you That just gets me into trouble You're gonna keep an eye on him for us. It's not a glamour detail. Sorry. Do you have a FISA warrant? Of course. Do I get a cover? No. Hanssen would peel it away in a day. He spent the last 20 years outthinking Russian spies. And jerking off under his desk. You want to duck down there and scrape for samples, feel free. Just so you know, no one around here feels good about embarrassing a guy who's done 25 years of service. But we have reason to believe that there are other agents that might be involved in this as well. Shared postings, etc. If that's true, it could mean a huge embarrassment to the Bureau. A few rules. First, no one can know about this, not even your wife. You have a new boss. His name is Hanssen, he works in Information Assurance That's it I understand. Second. You'll be serving at the needs of the Bureau, answerable to me at all times. I hope that's clear. This pager will be on your person 24l7. If it's me, you'll see a 7 and a pound sign. You'll keep a journal of everything that goes on in that office. Who he talks to, who he calls. No detail is insignificant. Got it? Good. Gene can fill you in on the rest. Thanks for coming in. Agent Burroughs? Yes? Is this high-priority? We've been ghosting priority targets lately. CT targets. If I'm being pulled off that I... In other words, you want to know if this is going to fast track you into becoming an agent? Gene tells me you're confident, bordering on cocky. He also says you can park it, when necessary. Yes, ma'am. Enjoy your Sunday. (ELEVATOR BELL DINGS) Okay. This is the code for the combo lock. And the code for the key punch. This is the badge for the security pad. You're all set. Sir, do you know Agent Hanssen? A little. Is there anything you can tell me about him? What would you like to know? Anything that would help me do my job better, I guess. Sure. Take nothing personally. (ALARM BEEPS) (CHAIR SQUEAKING) (DOOR ALARM BEEPING) (THUDDING) Good morning. Tell me five things about yourself, four of them true. I'm sorry? It's a game we used to play at the Soviet Analytical Unit. To keep ourselves sharp. It's lie detection. (SCOFFS) I don't think I'd be much good at bluffing. That would have counted as your lie right there. (DOOR CLOSING) ACS. I'm gonna be reinventing how the Bureau stores case information. Didn't anybody tell you that? They did. (DOOR ALARM BEEPING) Antiquated machine. There are pallets of new computers in every corridor of this building. Why don't you go get one? Okay. I'll just fill out a req form... You're not listening. Just go get one. Those req forms are for bureaucrats. Actually, get two. That dinosaur on my desk is useless to me. Agent Hanssen, my name is Eric. No, your name is "clerk." My name is "sir" or "boss," if you can manage. Yes, sir. And if I ever catch you in my office again, you're gonna be *** purple for a week. (DOOR CLOSES) You must know somebody. I ordered ours a month ago. Sir? Sir, you could fall. (MOCKINGLY) I won't fall. I'm very coordinated. Trying to re-route a phone line to get Internet access. I can get an IT guy in here to do that for you, sir. My Lord, you are as dumb as a bag of hammers, aren't you? Yes, let's bring in an IT guy, making $35,000 a year, and give him access to hard drives that a foreign agent would pay millions for. We're supposed to be protecting the Bureau from electronic infiltration. So, what kind of sites do you like? On the Internet. Are there sites... Why? I don't know, just... I've never seen anyone stand on top of their desk to get online before. Do you pray the rosary every day? Hmm? Your file says you prepped at Gonzaga, with the Jesuits. That's right. I did. So, do you pray the rosary every day? Not every day, no. You should. You still want my list, sir? The five things? These are the greatest pens in the world. I would never write with anything else. Sure. I won Boy Scout merit badges in every category except riflery. I haven't been to confession since high school. There are several words I constantly misspell. My favorite drink is a *** tonic. And I'm the only male in the last four generations of my family who hasn't served in the military. What is your drink then? Gin? Scotch. It's against Bureau policy for an agent to consume alcohol, even off-duty. Did you know that? Yes, I did. Because an FBI agent is never off-duty. That comes from Director Freeh. We attend the same church. Who's the pager for? My wife. She likes to know she can get a hold of me 24l7. Mmm. She a Catholic girl? No. Sort of a lapsed Protestant, actually. She's East German. Big fan of Christmas plays, though. Have to do something about that, won't we? (KEYBOARD CLICKING) (TELEPHONE RINGING) This is Eric. Is your wife within earshot? Huh? Last I looked, she hadn't been read into the case. Can she hear this? No. Good Where are my pages? I just started them. He kept me there till 10:00. Uh-huh. Agent Burroughs, I don't know what I'm supposed to be looking for with this guy. It's not like he's gonna bring a train of hookers through the office. Just get me my pages. BONNIE: Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and in the hour of our death. Amen. In the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit. As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be. Amen. Bonnie Wauck. Bobby Hanssen. ERIC: He doesn't think too much of me. No? No. There are a couple of people like that at work. They think I'm a lightweight, I guess. They don't know you. Maybe they do. (DOOR BEEPING) Great. Good morning. Good morning. This is very good work. Sir, how did you get a copy of... It was ignored, I'm sure. Yes, it was. That's because you don't shoot. The FBI is a gun culture. You can't advance here unless you're part of it. Every director in the history of the Bureau has come from the law enforcement side. The guys who shoot, the guys who make arrests. There's never been a director from the Intel side. Never will be. Intel's Siberia. Sir. The rubber gun squad. So why did you stay? Huh? All those years, why didn't you transfer into something with a higher profile? Because I never cared about making headlines. I wanted to make history. Sorry. The people Intel tracks are the ones who want to wipe America off the map. Somehow that always meant a little more to me than being promoted. Why are you reading about Parkinson's? My mother. Oh. For a few years now. I'm very sorry to hear about that. Good morning. Morning. Oh, I forgot to mention, sir, we got a call from Photo, about a portrait sitting. You're going up on the "25 Years of Service" wall. Imagine that. Excuse me. Lord. Beautiful woman. You're married. I can look, can't I? God expects you to live your faith, Eric, at all times. Besides, I disapprove of women in pantsuits. You do? Men wear pants. The world doesn't need any more Hillary Clintons. I wrote a program last night using nothing but ones and zeroes just to see if I could do it. Six-hundred twelve bits of encryption, completely unbreakable. But you get the office with the window. Okay, help us. What do we do? First, we drop ACS, which is a relic. There's not nearly enough bandwidth. That's why you've got agents who still keep sensitive information in cardboard boxes. You need to move to an ATM system instead of the WAN. An OC-48 with a data rate of 2.488 megabits. Start with Linux A-B servers, which puts us into Red Hat. IP routers throughout the building. Dynamic IP addresses to hide the system using the Invicta prototype. Would it be easier if I sent this in a memo? Yes, it would. Fine. On your desk in the morning. You're gonna set up meetings for me with the appropriate systems managers at the CIA, DIA, NSA, and the intel agencies of each armed service. Yes, sir. They're all ahead of us on IT. We have to study them. Would you mind if we book those appointments through me, Bob? What for? Just protocol. Of course. And then we switch offices, right? Sure. Perfect. We're fighting crime with 19th-century technology, and he's worried about protocol. Set up those meetings. Leave it up to him, they'll never happen. Sir? That was turf protection you were just watching in there. Didn't you spot it? Organizational arrogance. "No, we don't want to learn anything from the CIA. "We want the CIA answering to us." You know what's going on behind that door? No, sir. Analysts looking for a spy inside the intelligence community. Highest clearance. But there aren't any CIA officers in there. You know why? Because it's a CIA officer we're trying to build a case against. Now, could the mole be someone from the Bureau and not the CIA? Of course. Are we actively pursuing that possibility? Of course not. 'Cause we're the Bureau, and the Bureau knows all. Cooperation is counter-operational. And that's the mentality. Of course, the enemies of this country aren't so picky. They'll work with anyone who shares their hatred of us. Bureau hasn't learned that lesson yet. He keeps some paintings in a conference room on 8. I want you to get one of them for me. Sir? It's two men on a boat. I want it. What? You mean Agent Garces? These are his paintings. Stop thinking like a clerk. They're sitting in storage. It's two guys on a boat. BURROUGHS: Okay. Where was Hanssen on March 7, 1991? The file has him making a drop at Ellis at 6:30 p.m. He badged in at 8:27 a.m. Badged out at 12:45. Badged back in at 1:45, and badged out again at 5:36. Okay. Let's take a look at August 12, 1993. You know why the Soviet Empire collapsed? "Good morning"? I made a career studying them. They were smarter than us. More devious, more determined. So why did they fail? Godlessness. Atheism. I'm on my way to morning Mass. You do remember what Mass is, yes? The Jesuits at Gonzaga taught you that much, didn't they? Sir, my grandfather was a deacon. Well, congratulations. Now it's time to join the varsity. I saw a woman from Planned Parenthood on television this morning. A lesbian, naturally. Defending gay marriage. I almost ripped the cable out of the wall. Bet she was wearing pants, huh? Will your children be Jesuit-taught, as you were? I don't know yet. That conversation's still a few years away. It shouldn't be. Sir, I'm GS-11. We need a second salary before we can start having... What is money compared with the blessings of family? Tell me. My wife was the one... Good to see you, Bob. It was my wife who first brought me here. Bonnie. I was a Lutheran when we met, and not much of one. She saved my life. Come. We attend St. Catherine's on Sundays. It's a traditional Latin service, then a big family lunch after. You think Juliana might like that? I don't know. Maybe. Then let's give it a try. This weekend. My Bonnie's been known to work miracles. (PAGER BEEPING) Shut that off. Sorry. Was that your wife? No one else even has this number. Well, perhaps you should give her a call. It might be important. No, it's okay. It can wait. BURROUGHS: You know, when I page you, it isn't to discuss what's on Oprah It means I need to speak with you. Did you pick me because I was Catholic? I'm sorry? Did you think he would trust me because I was Catholic? Jesus, Eric. We picked you because of your facility with computers. We thought it would impress him. Uh-huh. We also thought he might like that 50-page proposal you've been pushing all over the Bureau. I understand he got his hands on a copy, right? So? You got pages for me? We're going to be searching his car. It'll involve you keeping him out of the office for a few hours. Agent Burroughs, I'm starting to think I might not be the right guy for this job. Oh, yeah? I'm used to intel cases. Terrorist cases. Targets of value. Nobody ever put me on a perversion detail before. Think we're being too *** him? (HORN BLARING) I think that's your bus. (DOOR OPENING) Ta-da! Will you go to church with me? (ORGAN PLAYING) ALL: "Lord, I am not worthy that Thou shouldst come under my roof. "But only say the word and my soul shall be healed." (PRIEST SPEAKING LATIN) (ALL RESPONDING IN LATIN) Of course. Walking, please. Walking. Juliana, how did you like the service? It was lovely. I'd never been to a Mass where people knelt the whole time. Oh. Well, it's a gesture of devotion. Taught all our children not to be grocery-cart Catholics. You know, the kind of churchgoer that takes whatever's convenient and leaves the rest on the shelf. It's all expected. Eric is so nice. Where did you two meet? We met in a bar, actually. Oh. (CHILDREN CHATTERING) Would you like some cake, sweetheart? CHILD: (SQUEALS) My grandfather! (DOOR OPENING) I love Sundays. Going to Mass. Having the kids here. Makes everything else fade away. Sorry. I was snooping. Don't be. I want you to feel at home here. Is this your father, sir? Must've been proud of you. FBI. Top Soviet analyst. Oh, I don't know. Father wasn't very impressed by things. He wanted me to be a doctor. He rigged my first driving test, the day I turned 16. Made an arrangement with my DMV instructor. So you'd pass? So I would fail. He thought it would toughen me up. I do that, too, I suppose. Test people. More than I ought to. Oh! Shoot. Almost forgot. I have something for you. It's everything I could get on Parkinson's. Downloaded it last night. Been quite a bit of progress in the last few years. Didn't know if you were up on it. Is there someone in your family who has Parkinson's? No. No, thank God. You know, sir, I think you're misunderstood. Oh? By whom? By whoever gives out window offices, for one. Oh, that's all right. I think I made too much fuss of all that. I'll be gone so soon anyway, what good would a window do me now? Fifty-seven in two months, that's mandatory retirement. (DOG BARKING) No, it's fine. It's time. I could stay there another hundred years, and still just be an afterthought. The perks go to the guys who play the game, the ones who politick. I knew a long time ago I didn't have the stomach for that. But I'll get my portrait on that 25-year wall, right? Now, that's something. Doesn't really matter much, does it? The judgments of other men? I know what I've done. What's the trouble? I want to see what you got on this guy. Come again? His Internet postings, the e-mails. Your case. Why? Because I don't think you have one. I can read you in. I'm authorized to do that. But it would only put you at greater risk. Of what? What the hell is all this? The guy doesn't drink, doesn't tell dirty jokes. Goes to church every day, his wife loves him, so do his grandkids. And why the hell would you hand a new division to a guy who's retiring in two months, especially if he's under investigation? You through? You know, I think this whole thing is cooked. I think he keeps shooting his mouth off about the Bureau and nobody knows what to do with him, so we tag him as a deviant and run him out of the building. It's ***. The whole thing, it's Kenneth Starr all over again, except I'm running around looking for the blue dress. You've come to admire him, I see. Yes. Respect him? Yes. Well, that was inevitable. For our purposes, it was sort of necessary. But he's a traitor, Eric. He started spying for the Russians, we think, in 1985. He's given them military secrets, intelligence secrets. He gave them our Continuity of Government Program, which told them where the President would be taken during a nuclear or terrorist attack. And the Vice President. And the Congress. And the Cabinet. The damage he's done to the U.S. Government is in the billions. But that's just the money part. He's also given up lives. BURROUGHS: Sources we were working In one of his drops, he identified Valery Martynov and Sergei Motorin, two KGB agents we'd turned They were flown back to Moscow and executed We don't have a handle yet on how many of our assets he's compromised. Maybe 50, maybe more. HANSSEN ON TAPE: I shouldn't tease you That just gets me into trouble (MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN) BURROUGHS: Our file on him came from two Russian defectors The Bureau paid $7 million for it Of course, everything in the file is inadmissible We make our own case independently, or he walks Oh, not that it matters, but the *** stuff is also true. Irrelevant, but true. The stories on the Internet, they're about his wife. Using her real name Sweet little anecdotes about how much she loves rough sex, that sort of thing He's a big fan of strippers, too. Has been for years. But his grandchildren do love him. That part I can't argue. There's no such thing as the "Information Assurance Division," is there? No. We created that to lure him back from State. 9930 was built for him, too Video, audio Bafflers in the vents Heat sensors Motion sensors Probably enough microwaves in that office to cook a chicken. I'm sorry we had to mislead you But this is the worst breach in the history of U.S. Intelligence. Unusual steps were required. The good news is, you got your wish. You're in the middle of the biggest case we've ever run. Come with me. There are some people I want you to meet. He badged out at 5:12, stopped at his dry cleaners, drove by dead drop Ellis, then went home. How does that compare with the previous Thursday? WOMAN: Has the Agency been briefed on this? If it deals with Russian sources, then the Agency has to be briefed on it. MAN: Does Hanssen have any leave time coming? How many people are working on this? Got 50 on the bigot list so far. Is the Director involved? Director's running the case. He sees your pages every day. No. Yes. Keep them coming, by the way. Our audio's missing about 90% of what Hanssen says in there. He mumbles. He does a lot of things, this guy. Why don't we just arrest him? Can't do that. He knows the names and locations of every source we've ever turned. If we can't get him to talk, their lives are all at risk. Eric O'Neill, Dean Plesac. Assistant Special Agent in charge. Sir. Director wants him caught in the act of making a drop. That would give you the death penalty. Don't you think he's earned it? See you, Dean. Thanks for coming in, Rich. Like I said, kid, take nothing personally. Kate. He's got an appointment at the DIA tomorrow at 2:00, right? Yeah. You're driving him? Yeah. Good. We need him out of the office for at least three hours. That's when we'll be sweeping his car. Okay. How long will it take you to download the data card off his Palm Pilot? Twenty, 30 minutes, depending on the level of encryption. But you can't. He never lets it out of his sight. Assuming we can separate him from it, 20 to 30 minutes. Okay. What's this? You want to be read in, right? Wait. What if he's smarter than I am? I've never misread anybody this badly before. Except maybe you. A couple of years ago, the Bureau put together a task force. Lots of assets had been disappearing. Sources like Motorin, Martynov. Dozens of them, vanishing. So this task force was formed to find the mole who was giving them up. Our best analysts poring over data for years looking for the guy, and they could never quite find him. Guess who we put in charge of the task force? He was smarter than all of us. Actually, I can live with that part. It's the idea that my entire career has been a waste of time, that's the part I hate. Everything I've done since I got to this office, everything we've all been paid to do, he was undoing it. We all could have just stayed home. (DOOR CLOSING) HANSSEN: Dear friends, thank you for the $50,000 As far as the funds are concerned, I have little need or utility for more than $100,000 at any one time My security concerns may seem excessive I believe experience has shown them to be necessary I am much safer if you know little about me Neither of us are children about these things I was unable to locate the package based on your description last night Please recognize that I am in a business suit and cannot slog around in inch-deep mud Your service has recently suffered some setbacks I warn you that Mr Boris Yuzhin, Mr Sergei Motorin and Mr Valery Martynov have all been recruited by our special services The US can be errantly likened to a powerfully built, but retarded child, potentially dangerous, but young, immature and easily manipulated I found the site empty Empty sites bother me I like to know before I commit myself, as I'm sure you do also One might propose that I am either insanely brave, or quite insane I'd answer neither I'd say insanely loyal Take your pick, there's insanity in all the answers Eventually, I would appreciate an escape plan Nothing lasts forever Sincerely, Ramon Hi. Hi. You're back. Boss. When did you get here? BONNIE: Very disappointed in you, young man. Leaving your bride all alone without telling her where you'd be. Not good, Eric. Where were you? My mother fell. I had to go see her. Oh. Did she break anything? No. Just bumped her head. That's awful. Yeah. Write down their address for me, would you? I'd like to send some flowers. That's very kind of you, boss. We couldn't reach you on your pager. On your hip 24l7, right? Yeah, I know. The battery died. Sorry, honey. I should have called. It's okay. Juliana was just telling us what it was like to grow up in the Communist Bloc. Oh, yeah? It piques my curiosity, as you can imagine. Hope it hasn't felt like an interrogation, Juliana. (DISHES CLATTERING) BONNIE: Here we are. Bonnie, you really didn't have to go to all this trouble. It's just leftovers. I guess I just couldn't stand the thought of you two ordering from that Peking Wall place again. Even Chinese people can't eat Chinese every night, Eric. Besides, how is this tiny thing going to give you a house full of babies, if you don't put some protein in her diet? Would you like to say grace, Eric? Sweetheart? I'm sorry, Jule. I didn't invite them, obviously. But they thought it would be okay, Eric. You have to have boundaries, even with a boss. And what was that *** about your mom bumping her head? It's complicated. "Complicated," as in I wouldn't understand, or as in you can't tell me? I'm tired. I just want to grab a drink and go to bed. Are you going to quit? I want you to quit. I felt sick all day, Eric. It's like you're someone else when he's around. I'm sorry it's been a stressful day for you. Let's not make it worse. I don't know. Maybe it's me. Maybe you want me to be someone else, too. Maybe you want me to be Bonnie or something. Knock it off, Jule. No, that'd be easier for you, wouldn't it? If I were more of an FBI kind of wife, like she is. I'm not kidding, Juliana... If I just went to church every day and wanted to spend my life being pregnant... Your parents would probably love that. Enough. Then you wouldn't have to worry anymore if I was Catholic enough or American enough. Shut up, *** it! (DISHES CLATTERING) (DOOR SLAMS) Eric. Hey, Dad. How long you been out here? I don't know. About an hour or two. It's freezing. Why didn't you let yourself in? You ever quit anything, Dad? Did I ever quit anything? Yeah. I think I gave up a paper route once. Got tired of waking up so early. What did your father say? Nothing. He just shrugged. He could kill you with those shrugs. (CHUCKLING) I've been thinking about him a lot this morning. I don't know why. Well, that's a lot to put on yourself, son. I mean, he was just a kid doing his duty. Like you. "Get on the boat, do your job, get back home again." Huh? That's what he said to me the first time I shipped out. He knew I was scared, so he just kept it simple. Maybe I should have gone to Annapolis. It always seemed to me that your joining the Bureau was an apology for not going to Annapolis, which you never had to do. It's what you wanted. No. I wanted you to serve your country. Isn't that what you're doing? Yeah. So you can't quit, can you? (SIGHS) Get on the boat, do your job, get back home again. Can you do that? (DOOR OPENING) His appointment's in 5 minutes. Media room, 1st floor. You'll get a page when he's in-pocket. Obviously, if he takes his Palm Pilot with him, you call me, we shut it down. It might not be the best day to do this, sir. He's due at the DIA at 2:00. I'm driving him. Looks like you're in for a full day. Boss, I just realized I totally screwed something up. Don't you knock? I'm sorry. The photographer for your 25-year portrait, he's here. Today. I had it in my book for next week, but it's today. They called me on my cell. Your appointment's in five minutes. Then you'll just have to reschedule, won't you? We shouldn't. He's only here once a month. I'm so sorry. I'm supposed to drop everything I'm doing and run down there? In this? That's how you dress every day. No. There's a spot on my tie. Let me look. Lord! Sorry. You klutz! Look at that. It's everywhere. Boss, please. Just get down there. You don't want to miss your picture. I'll have all this cleaned up by the time you get back. I've got the DIA at 2:00. I'll get you there. No problem. Are you finding this job stressful, Eric? Is this all too much for you? Sometimes. Then pray more. Yes, sir. (CAMERA CLICKING) Mr. Hanssen. Nice to meet you. I'm John. We've got a spot for you right over here. (PAGER BEEPING) Twenty-five years, huh? That's quite a prideful thing. This we don't need. You know something? There's a little too much bounce on your nose. We don't want that. Would you be opposed to just the slightest touch of base? PHOTOGRAPHER: Very nice. Sit up a bit straighter. Good. A little bit of a smile. And excellent. Keep thinking those patriotic thoughts. And that's good. Little straighter. Beautiful. Excellent. You're gonna love that one. Stop. Stop. Mr. Hanssen, we can get another tie. I don't like being scrutinized. Hey, I found you. I was on my way to the range, so I called your office. I thought I might finally see if you're the dead shot I've been hearing you are. Look, maybe some other time, Rich. I'm not in the mood just now. Me, neither. Let's take it out on some targets. Fine. (GUN FIRING) RICH: Shameful. Double or nothing? (WHISPERING) Wrong pocket. (DOOR BEEPING) Oh, ***. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now, and at the hour of our death. Amen. (KEYS JINGLING) Oh. Sorry. How'd it go? It didn't. I don't know why they thought I'd just sit there while some *** photographer got his jollies. I've got work to do. Should I reschedule it? No. Mmm-mmm. (ZIPPERS ZIPPING) (COMPUTER POWERING UP) Hey. Have you been in my briefcase? No. I just had to move it so it wouldn't get soaked. The water was everywhere. Why? Did I put it back wrong? Sir? All right, let's go. Would you like to hear some music, sir? Yes, I'm in the mood for some Andrews Sisters. They got any in here? Not to my knowledge, sir. I didn't think so. That's good. You've got until 5:00. AGENT: Yes, sir. Clear. Jesus. This guy could park at the bottom of the Potomac and come out firing. MAN: Yes, sir. He just arrived. Oh, I see. Yes, sir, I understand. Absolutely. Yes, sir. I've got some bad news, Agent Hanssen. We're gonna have to cut this meeting short. I don't understand. That was my superior. He's called me into an emergency meeting. I'm sorry. Does he know that I'm here? Yes, sir. Does he know who I am? I made that clear to him, sir, yes. He wants me to reschedule at your convenience. No, thanks. Sir? This visit was a courtesy. Let's go. Maybe there's somebody else who can show us around. Get the car. Boss, I'm sorry. I was doing you a favor bringing you along. I know I spoke out of turn. When somebody takes a *** on you, you don't reschedule. He wasn't called in to any meeting. It's a power play. I didn't see it that way. Well, that's why you're still a clerk. (ANNOYED) What's he looking for? (TRUNK DOOR SLAMS) GUARD: Okay. (SIGHING) Just take me back to the office. (PHONE RINGING) Plesac They're on their way back. Uh-huh. The meeting only took 20 minutes. They're on Wilson Boulevard, heading back. Sew it up. Sir? We're aborting. Sew it up. How about that? The Parkway's wide open. I hate the Parkway. Take E Street. There's construction on E Street. I heard that on the radio this morning. So take Constitution. Sir, I'm SSG. We tail people for a living. The Parkway's faster. Is that a fact? MAN: Let's go, let's go. I just paged him. Where are we? I'm not sure yet. Maybe screwed. (HORNS BLARING) Lmbecile. I'm sorry. Idiot. I'm sorry. Is this what they teach you in ghosting school? No wonder the Bureau can never find anyone. (HONKING) Hey, just relax. Don't tell me to relax. What are you doing? I can sit here for an hour. Or I can walk two blocks, get on the other side of this bottleneck by myself, and take a five-minute cab ride back to the office. Now, which do you think would better serve the needs of the Bureau? It's just traffic. Hello, Hanssen's on foot. PLESAC: Good God I put him back at the office in 10 minutes, best case. Your boy's killing us. He'll be fine. Boss. You gotta get back in the truck, sir. Haven't you made enough mistakes for one day, Eric? Now you want to throw in a traffic violation? Sir, you have to get back in the truck. Well, why should I? Look, don't kill me, okay? I did something stupid. What a shock. I lied to you, sir. There isn't any construction on E Street. I made that up. What would you do that for? Because I need your help. And I was afraid to ask if we could make an extra stop. I wanted to go back to the reading room, sir. The Catholic Information Center. I sort of have to. Why? It's Juliana. We've been fighting all week. About what? To be honest, sir, your church. She didn't like it, boss. She didn't get it. So I wanted to go back to the reading room. I thought there might be some books I could get for her, to help her see things better. I figured if we were driving right past, you might wanna pull in. It was stupid, I know. But there it is. You swear to God. Excuse me? Swear to God that everything you just told me is true. No. I'm not gonna do that. I wouldn't lie about my wife, or the church. If you don't know that by now, then I sure as hell wouldn't take the Lord's name in vain just to prove it to you. You know something, sir? You do test people too much. And I've had it. I was asking for your help. Have a nice walk, sir. I'll see you back at the office. (CAR HORN HONKING) Maybe... Maybe I overstepped. (CELL PHONE RINGING) Yeah? O'Neill just talked him back in. How'd he manage that? Hard to say From here it looks like he may have proposed marriage. He talked him back in the car. (SIGHS) This needs to be mailed. You're not coming in, sir? I don't have to account to you, do I? No, sir. (DOOR SLAMS) (FOOTSTEPS FADING) (KETTLE WHISTLING) (WOMAN MO ANING) (COUPLE PANTING) (DOOR OPENS) Hey. Hi. What are you watching? Nothing. Just a training tape on surveillance. Hanssen wanted me to make sure the transfer was okay. Oh. Would you mind getting the rest of the groceries for me, honey? Just a few more bags in the car. How was school? It was fine. I'm just tired. Jule. A training tape on surveillance? This is not what it looks like. What it looks like is he's making *** of Bonnie, except she doesn't know about it. Everybody told me, when you marry the Bureau, things get weird. The cases. But they never told me about this. This has nothing to do with a case. Oh. So you weren't just steaming open his mail? He gave it to you? I gotta go. Do you trust me? (SIGHS) Yes. 'Cause I think you've got this idea somehow that telling me the truth about him would mean you were betraying your country or something. It wouldn't. It's okay. He's a creep. I knew that already. It's just... He's been in our home. We keep fighting about him. I'd just like to know what this is. Can't you tell me? Please? I don't know when I'll be back. (DOOR CLOSING) (KNOCKING ON DOOR) I think my wife just read herself into the case. That was a colossally stupid thing to do! You could jeopardize this entire investigation! Are you an idiot? You know, you're as much to blame for this as anybody. I'm telling so many lies now, I can't keep 'em straight anymore. You want to make things easier? The next time Hanssen gives you a package, and he tells you to mail it, you mail it. That package was re-sealed as you found it, right? Yes. There's no trace that it had ever been opened? Nothing that would ever arouse suspicion on the other end? No, I posted it from the Bureau five minutes ago. It was pristine. We'll see. Look, I'm sorry you're having problems at home. I'd offer you some advice, but it wouldn't be worth much. I don't even have a cat. All I can tell you is you keep your head on straight and you do your job. It's your best shot at getting this over with. Understand? We pulled 300 pages of classified material out of a Lawn and Leaf bag from his trunk today. And quite a bit of correspondence from the Palm Pilot. His next drop appears to be imminent. Unless, of course, somebody does something to make him suspicious. Right. Right. I really should be getting back to this. Yeah, okay. Can I ask you something? Sure. Is it worth it? Being an agent. What it costs. Do you think it's worth it? Ask me when we've caught him. Eric. Yes, boss? Come in here. I want to show you something. This is the address of my mechanic in Manassas. I'm dropping my car off on Monday. I need you to pick me up and bring me in to work. No later than 8:15. Is something wrong with your car, sir? Yeah. I'm having it swept for electronic devices. Oh, yeah? Been sensing signal bursts coming through my radio lately, and car alarms go off when I drive past. It's not beneath the Russians to track me. I'm tailed all the time. They know how much I know. Yes, sir. You know this movie? (INAUDIBLE) She's very appealing. Yes, sir. I've always thought so. Close the door on your way out. (SIGHS SOFTLY) (PAGER BEEPS) What happened? We just got the encryption off this one. His last letter to his handlers in the SVR two days ago. He's going to ground, isn't he? Yes. ERIC: Then we're dead "Dear friends, I thank you for your assistance these many years. "It seems, however, that my greatest utility to you has come to an end, "and it is time to seclude myself from active service. "Since communicating last, and one wonders if because of it, "I have been promoted to a higher do-nothing senior executive job, "outside of regular access to information within the counterintelligence program. "It is as if I am being isolated. "Furthermore, I believe I have detected "repeated bursting radio signal emanations from my vehicle. "I have not found their source, "but as you wisely do, I will leave this alone. "For knowledge of their existence is sufficient. "Amusing, the games children play. "In this, however, I strongly suspect that you should have concerns "for the integrity of your compartment "concerning knowledge of my efforts on your behalf. "Something has aroused the sleeping tiger. "Perhaps you know better than I. "Life is full of its ups and downs "Yours truly, Ramon." (SOBBING QUIETLY) BURROUGHS: Okay, if he doesn't make another drop, what do we have? We've got the Palm Pilot. It still gives us conspiracy to commit espionage. Until he walks into a court with a lawyer who says everything on the Palm Pilot was just notes for a spy novel he was planning to write. What about the evidence in his trunk? Unauthorized possession of classified material. That's five years. Hardly enough to make him talk. Maybe we just keep promoting him. Might be the only way to keep him from retiring. ***. He's outside your apartment. What? He's parked outside your apartment. Just pulled up. (CELL PHONE RINGING) (BEEPS) It's him. How drunk did he sound? He wasn't slurring or anything. Maybe a little surlier than usual, but that's about it. The guy's melting down. That would bother me a lot less if he didn't have a dozen guns in his trunk. Drop me off here, okay? It's right around the corner. I know where it is. (TAPPING ON GLASS) We got a team on his tail, right? Uh-huh. Can we pull 'em back? Why would I want to do that? I think I can still work him. I think I can get him to make that drop. Do you need me to read that letter again, Eric? There is no drop. He's going to ground. No, he's dying to make it. We just have to make him feel safe. What if he's made you? What if he has? Bumper-locking him's not gonna make me any safer. Please. I can handle him. Okay. I'll call Dean. Ten minutes, as promised. Caught me coming right out of the Metro. Why didn't you drive? Juliana needed the car. I felt like walking, anyway. Why? Something on your mind? Not especially. Now, get in. I want some company. Sure. You been drinking, sir? Can I trust you? Of course. Don't you know that? I don't know what I know anymore. (NEAR YOU PLAYING ON STEREO) (EXHALES) Is this the music of your childhood or something? That's the music of my father's childhood. What's in Rock Creek? I like the park at night. (TURNS OFF STEREO) I have to be sure that I can trust you. Why don't we go back to the office? You can polygraph me. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY) You heard of Aldrich Ames? Of course. Worst spy in U.S. History. (PUNCTUATING) Sold $2.5 million worth of information to the Soviets, and passed every polygraph the Agency gave him. But he never would have gotten past me. I can read anyone. (PAGER BEEPING) I'm getting really tired of that pager. What are we doing? I told you, the FBI's a gun culture. You can't advance there unless you can shoot. Boss? They test you at 25 yards, 15 yards, 7 yards and 5 yards. (GUN FIRES) What are you doing? You want to be an agent or don't you? Prone. Left hand, right hand. Five yards with gun in holster. You get 3 seconds to fire 5 shots. What are you doing? Who was calling you in the car? What? I need to know if I can trust you. Put the gun down, Boss. Who was calling? Put the *** gun down! I need to know if I can trust you. (GUN CLICKS) Can I trust you? Jesus! God's sakes, what is wrong with you? Look around you, boss. It's just us out here. Nobody's tailing you, there isn't any GPS on your car, and I'm not a foreign agent trying to work you. You don't matter that much. The page was from Juliana, obviously. My wife. She's trying to reach me because I told her I'd be home by now, and because we're in another fight, caused by you, as usual. Thanks for dropping by unannounced and lecturing her about Opus Dei. That was real helpful. Oh, and thanks for staring at her in church like she was from Mars. That also worked out great. Let me guess. You were testing her, too. You know, she asked me this morning why you're like this. Why you grind everybody so hard. I had all these answers ready. "He's misunderstood. "He's trying to fix the Bureau and no one will listen. "He was born in the wrong century. His father was a jerk." I got a whole list. But you know something, sir? At the end of the day, it's all crap. You are who you are. The why doesn't mean a thing, does it? (SNAPPING) Does it? I matter plenty. (PHONE RINGS) Yes, Eric? Put the tail back on him. He'll make the drop. Tomorrow. Maybe even tonight. You're not burned? No, I'm not burned. Okay We're on it (PRINTER WHINING) (DOG HOWLING) (RADIO CRACKLING) (GUNS BEING LOADED) FBI! FBI! Don't move! Don't move! Don't move! Guns won't be necessary. Guns won't be necessary. You have anything in your pockets I should know about? No. Do you have a weapon on you? No. So, this is how it goes. Maybe now you'll listen. It's a sad day for all of us, Bob. Hi. Hi. Is everything okay? Yeah. Everything's fine. I'm sorry. PLESAC: Can I give you some advice, Bob? I've been in on a few of these now. Nicholson. Aldrich Ames. It goes a lot easier if you cooperate. On you. On your family. (CHUCKLES) You really ought to do an overhaul on your GPS units, Dean. They throw off a signal burst through the radio. I heard it coming through mine for weeks. Even if all you give them is why you did it, it buys you some goodwill. Well, that's what Ames did at first. Just gave up the why. That mustn't have taken long. All Ames cared about was the money. Why else would he have done it? It's not so hard to guess, is it? Considering the human ego. Can you imagine, sitting in a room with a bunch of your colleagues, everybody trying to guess the identity of a mole and all the while, it's you they're after, you they're looking for? That must be very satisfying, wouldn't you think? Or maybe he considered himself a patriot. Maybe he saw it as his duty to show us how lax our security was. We can't rule that out as a possibility. Or maybe he... Oh, what good does speculating do? He spied. The why doesn't mean a thing. Does it? No, I guess it doesn't. (DOOR BEEPING) Two guys on a boat. (CHUCKLES) You see the Director's press conference? Yeah. Funny about those things. He thanked the CIA, and the U.S. Attorney's office, and the Council for Intelligence Policy, but he couldn't thank the guy we put behind that desk. I didn't expect him to. I'm headed over to the field office. We still have two Russian IO's unaccounted for. That mean you won't be headed over there with me? I thought I'd go home instead. You're going to make agent, Eric. It's set now. Isn't that what you wanted? It was. Until you came over to my apartment and saw the TV dinners and no cat? No. Most of our agents are married, you know. All their spouses get used to the life eventually. So will Juliana. I don't think I want her to. Oh. That's different. Yeah. You do know what you did here, right? That was the worst spy in American history you brought down. Now you're just gonna walk away? Can you think of a better time to walk away? Nope. So... You think it'd be okay if I... Oh, I'd say you earned it. (PEN CLICKING) Good luck, Eric. You, too. (DOOR BEEPS) (DOOR CLOSES) (ELEVATOR BELL DINGS) Pray for me. I will.