Spy Game

[Siren Blaring ]

[ Siren Whooping ]

[ Brakes Screeching ]

[ Men Jeering,

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

of the fuses fixed.

[ Shrieking ]

- Shh!

- [ Whimpering ]

[ Sniffing ]

[ Chinese ]

[ Shouting In Chinese ]

Thirty seconds.

[ Continues Shouting

In Chinese ]

Get out now.

[ Chinese ]

[ Guard Shouting

In 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 of trouble?

- [ Tires Screeching ]

- Where are you calling from?

Are you in your car?

Are you out of

your f***ing 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 off the mainframe

for me, will you?

My last day.

[ Clears Throat ]

[ Tapping Keys ]

Gladys.

Cubans are in

the drawer on the left.

If these walls could talk, huh?

All this history. I envy you.

- Bag your job.

You can be just 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?

Of course, we have his main files.

It was your personals.

- What do you want to know?

- We'll have your Bishop

op reports downloaded...

and sorted in an hour ortwo;

for now, I'lljust takke your files.

Grab yourself a seat and

make yourself comfortable.

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, and Harkker said

I'm supposed to collect

allyour files on Tom Bishop.

Finally get to use

one of these 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 ]

Can you get that

Chinese translator?

[ Radio Chattering

Continues ]

[ Man Continues ]

No, that lookks

pretty good.

L ookks good.

...as for the upcomi ng trade

negotiations in the Far East,

a team of negotiators has been

working with the Chinese...

in an effort to streamline

the proceedings...

and lay the groundworkk for

the President's trip next weekk.

In other world news...

Jeez.

now that the Cold War

is finally over, Berliners

are proclaiming a new era...

here where

Soviet and American tanks

faced each other...

in the darkest days

of the 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 is a tough one, Troy.

I'm gonna

see you later.

You got it, Cy.

[Door Closing]

[ 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

of dealing...

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!

We just 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

of this task force, Nathan,

there will be

certain information which

you don't need to know.

A weekk ago, Tom Bishop

disappeared in Hong Kong.

Last ni ght he turned up

outside Shanghai.

He's been arrested

for espionage.

We're working up a profile

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