Circle of Treason Page #2

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INT. CIA - 6TH FLOOR - STAIRS / HALLWAY - MORNING

They climb stairs to the sixth floor. Redmond is a smart,

scrappy Boston-Irish Harvard grad who can curse in six

languages, head of the division’s counterintelligence group.

RICK:

How’d it go last night?

REDMOND:

You didn’t hear? They rolled

Stombaugh up.

RICK:

(looks at him)

You’re kidding.

REDMOND:

State’s negotiating release.

5.

They move down a HALLWAY lined with executive offices.

SANDY:

Have we heard from his asset?

REDMOND:

Not yet. But the KGB had time to

set it up for the cameras. There’s

a chance they already got to him.

Sandy reacts with a flicker of concern.

RICK:

Well, what the hell happened?

Reaching the door to a CONFERENCE ROOM, Redmond holds it for

Sandy to pass through.

REDMOND:

If we knew sh*t, we wouldn’t need

an Intelligence Agency.

He smiles drily, follows them inside...

INT. CIA - 6TH FLOOR - CONFERENCE ROOM - MORNING

They enter a conference room with a view of the Potomac,

several senior intelligence officers already assembled,

including MILT BEARDEN, 45, Deputy Chief of Soviet Division.

Oklahoma-born but Texan by temperament, Bearden has his

cowboy boots up on the table.

BEARDEN:

Ricardo. How’s life being free and

single?

RICK:

What’s free about it? Nan’s got my

tit in the wringer over the

alimony.

Sandy takes her seat with her file, trying to shake off her

concern and focus on the meeting.

BEARDEN:

Word to the wise. When a woman

tells you she’s going to suck you

dry, she never means it the way you

want.

Laughter. Turning from the window, BURTON GERBER, 51, Chief

of the Soviet Division - quiet, meditative, with the face and

manner of a Jesuit priest - kicks things off:

6.

GERBER:

Okay, what have we got?

Sandy flips open a file. An ID SHOT of Poleshchuk -

cryptonym GT/WEIGH.

SANDY:

GT/WEIGH. An apartment’s come up.

He needs twenty grand for a

deposit. We want to drop it to him

in Moscow.

BEARDEN:

Where’d he walk-in?

SANDY:

Nigeria, but he’s scheduled for

transfer. He wants proof we can

communicate with him in the Soviet

Union.

GERBER:

Where are they moving him?

SANDY:

First Directorate, KR Line.

The room reacts. This is a major new source. Sandy works

hard to disguise her pride, but isn’t entirely successful.

RICK:

I don’t know, Sandy. Moscow’s

always a risk.

BEARDEN:

So pay him in Nigeria, what’s wrong

with that?

SANDY:

(right back)

Nothing, so long as you give me a

story he can tell the KGB when they

stop him at the airport with twenty

grand taped to his legs.

Bearden gives Rick a ‘we’ve-got-a-live-one’ look.

RICK:

Look, Sandy, this is a big deal for

you. I can appreciate that. Your

first big catch on Ex/Ops. You

want to make an impression. But

you have to put your asset ahead of

your career.

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