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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.
I shouldn't tease you
That just gets me into trouble
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.
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?
Are they terrorists?
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.
Don't get it.
You've reached the O'Neills
Please leave a message
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.
We're bringing him back to Headquarters
where he's gonna start our new
Information Assurance Division,
safeguarding the Bureau's IT system
from cyber terrorism and infiltration
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.
Been posting on the
Internet. Lurid material.
There's some complaints in his
file from female subordinates.
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.
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.
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.
I don't think I'd be
much good at bluffing.
That would have counted
as your lie right there.
I'm gonna be reinventing how the
Bureau stores case information.
Didn't anybody tell you that?
They did.
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.
You must know somebody.
I ordered ours a month ago.
Sir?
Sir, you could fall.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
I think that's your bus.
Will you go to church with me?
Lord, I am not worthy that Thou
shouldst come under my roof.
"But only say the word and
my soul shall be healed."
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.
Would you like some cake, sweetheart?
My grandfather!
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.
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.
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.
I shouldn't tease you
That just gets me into trouble
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?
Has the Agency been briefed on this?
If it deals with Russian sources, then
the Agency has to be briefed on it.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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!
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.
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?
Get on the boat, do your
job, get back home again.
Can you do that?
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.
Mr. Hanssen. Nice to meet you. I'm John.
We've got a spot for
you right over here.
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?
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.
Shameful.
Double or nothing?
Wrong pocket.
Oh, ***.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners now,
and at the hour of our death. Amen.
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.
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.
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.
What's he looking for?
Okay.
Just take me back to the office.
Plesac They're on their way back.
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?
Let's go, let's go.
I just paged him. Where
are we? I'm not sure yet.
Maybe screwed.
Imbecile.
I'm sorry.
Idiot. I'm sorry.
Is this what they teach
you in ghosting school?
No wonder the Bureau
can never find anyone.
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.
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.
Maybe...
Maybe
I overstepped.
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.
This needs to be mailed.
You're not coming in, sir?
I don't have to account to you, do I?
No, sir.
Hey. Hi.
What are you watching?
Nothing. Just a training
tape on surveillance.
Hanssen wanted me to make
sure the transfer was okay.
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.
So you weren't just steaming
open his mail? He gave it to you?
I gotta go.
Do you trust me?
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.
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?
She's very appealing.
Yes, sir. I've always thought so.
Close the door on your way out.
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.
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."
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.
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.
We got a team on his tail, right?
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.
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.
I have to be sure that I can trust you.
Why don't we go back to the
office? You can polygraph me.
You heard of Aldrich Ames?
Of course.
Worst spy in U.S. History.
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.
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.
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.
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?
Does it?
I
matter
plenty.
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
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.
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.
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
themis 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.
Two guys on a boat.
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
beheaded 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.
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.
Good luck, Eric.
You, too.
Pray for me.
I will.