Salt Page #2

You're killing me, man.

When does the good fairy come in?

Never...

It's a story without hope.

Chenkov was matched with a child

of a visiting American family.

There was an accident, the family died.

Chenkov was sent to America,

to live a complete lie...

and to patiently await the

day to attack from within, day X.

The long awaited mission is here.

Chenkov will travel to your

city to kill the President of Russia,

at the funeral of the

American Vice President. Chenkov is KA12.

KA12?

It's an urban legend.

Highly trained Russian sleeper agents,

inserted into American society to sabotage and assassinate.

supposedly, theyd wait years to strike.

Decades even.

Hmm... Supposedly.

What's the matter, Ted?

You don't believe in moles?

I believe in moles, alright.

Just not the boogey man.

Specially if the plan is to

kill their own president.

This guy's selling smoke.

Wrap it up, Eve.

So a Russian agent is gonna kill

the Russian president. Is that it?

- Hmm...

- Okay.

Thank you very much

and what would you like in

return for that information?

I simply wish to help you

do what you need to do.

You're good.

KA-program is brilliant bull-sh*t,

but I'm officially off-duty,

so you can tell the rest of your

little story to one of my colleagues.

- Salt.

- Yes.

The name of the

Russian agent is, Salt. Evelyn Salt.

My name is Evelyn Salt.

Then you are a Russian spy.

Truthful.

So far, the FMRI has registered

truthful on everything he said.

Ted.

Call Protective Services and

make sure they find my husband.

- Where are you going?

- I need to get to the phone.

No, no. Not after the neuro-scan.

'Cause he didn't flutter?

I can beat that thing five

times out of six. I am

trained to and so is he.

I need my phone, I need to call my husband.

- Let me call my husband.

- Let me see it.

There is a reason he

mentioned my wedding ring Ted.

When they blow up a spy,

they don't just blow

up their cover, they blow up their

whole covered life, you know that.

- Yeah.

- Do you remember what happened to Henry's wife?

- Yes, I do.

- Speak.

"Please leave a message

after the tone. Thanks, Bye".

Honey, it's me.

Please call me as soon as you get this.

Okay sweetheart? As soon as you get this.

Godspeed, comrade Chenkov.

Someone interrogate

that piece of sh*t.

Someone who enjoys getting answers.

Look Eve, try to stay calm...

I'm not a goddamn Russia spy.

I didn't say you were.

Let's go up to my office

so we can sort this out.

No, no. We gotta go to a secure location.

- Now.

- Alright.

Doesn't get anymore secure than this.

Eve?

Five minutes.

Call Protective Services and

tell them to find Mike.

This is bullshit.

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