Circle of Treason Page #3

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7.

That landed. Sandy works to contain her irritation.

SANDY:

The risk is, he walks. He’ll have

access to information on any

operations against or penetrations

of this agency, or foreign

intelligence services. We don’t

want to lose him.

Gerber, whose decision it is, considers for a moment.

GERBER:

Okay, do it. Sandy, you want to

touch base with Moscow Station?

Rick, stay back a minute. I want

to get you read-in on Stombaugh.

Sandy, dismissed, gathers her file and walks out. Bearden

admires the back of her legs as she goes.

Outside in the hall, Sandy allows herself a private moment of

satisfaction - she nailed it.

INT. CIA - COMMUNICATIONS ROOM - DAY

Tight on a typewriter as it clatters out a restricted-

handling cable. Glimpsed phrases: ‘PRIORITY COS MOSCOW /

OPERATIONAL RUN FOR GTWEIGH APPROVED. CONTACT WEIGH VIA

SIGNAL SITE PYLON TO ADVISE HIM OF SAME...’

CIA TECH:

Anything else?

Sandy, dictating to the Technical Officer at a desk in the

comms room, thinks a moment.

SANDY:

Tell him, ‘Happy apartment

hunting.’

EXT. MOSCOW - DAY

A Stalinist apartment block in central Moscow.

INT. UNFURNISHED APARTMENT - MOSCOW - DAY

A realtor shows into the apartment a Russian couple in their

late-40s, LEONID AND LYUDMILA POLESHCHUK. We recognize

Leonid as the agency asset from the ID shot - cryptonym

GT/WEIGH.

8.

As they move through the apartment, which is cramped and

functional but has natural light and an impressive view,

Lydumila’s delight shows on her face. They speak Russian and

we see subtitles...

POLESHCHUK:

Do you like it?

LYUDMILA:

Can we afford it?

POLESHCHUK:

We can afford it.

LYUDMILA:

How can we afford it?

He looks at her with affection...

POLESHCHUK:

You ask a lot of questions, you

know that?

He kisses her and follows her to the windows to admire the

view of the city.

INT. CIA - COMMUNICATIONS ROOM - DAY

Sandy finds the same tech guy who earlier encrypted her

cable, pouring coffee in a KITCHENETTE off the comms room.

CIA TECH:

(anticipating her question)

When I hear anything, I’ll let you

know.

Sandy smiles gratefully; she has a bewitching smile.

EXT. IZMAYLOVSKY PARK - MOSCOW - NIGHT

HEADLIGHTS SWEEP A TREE-LINED PARKING AREA in Moscow’s

largest urban park. Poleshchuk pulls up in a Volga sedan.

Poleshchuk cuts the engine and sits, listening to it ticking

as it cools. He takes a few sips from a bottle of vodka, as

if steeling himself for the task ahead.

Eventually, he climbs out, heading for a path that leads

through the woods.

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