We hear the clink of cutlery, convivial noise, then...
INT. MAYFLOWER HOTEL - DAY
...on ALDRICH HAZEN AMES, watchful eyes behind thick glasses.
He’s at the bar, smoking and nursing a vodka, several empties
in front of him. The busy restaurant is reflected in a wall-
At forty-four, Ames is a contradiction: a sloppy dresser with
a meticulous intellect; cold, arrogant, introverted - yet a
beguiling talker, a loyal and generous friend... a student of
secrets who is his own greatest mystery.
He studies his reflection under the hum of lunchtime
conversation. Then, checking his watch, he makes a decision:
he drains his glass, picks up his briefcase, and walks out.
EXT. MAYFLOWER HOTEL - WASHINGTON D.C. - DAY
Emerging into the din of traffic and heat of the day, Rick
hesitates, as if unsure of his direction. Then heads north
up Connecticut Ave., vanishing among the anonymous crowds...
TITLES BEGIN -
INT. SAFE HOUSE - MOSCOW - NIGHT
PAUL STOMBAUGH, a CIA case officer in his late 30s, fits
decks of Russian currency into a gym bag. Subminiature
cameras and operational materials are already packed inside.
He checks a miniature tape recorder and slips it in his
pocket, glancing at a cheap Russian-made TV set. On screen,
Gorbachev reviews the troops and ICBMs in Red Square during a
recent victory parade. It’s June 1985.
EXT. RESTON - VIRGINIA - DAWN
CLOSE ON SANDY GRIMES
...as she runs through a Virginia suburb at first light.
Sandy is thirty-nine. Trim, striking, feminine. An
expressive face, a cool and steely intelligence in the eyes.
She arrives, breathing hard, outside her own modest home and
checks her time. Not bad. Better than yesterday.
EXT/INT. VOLKSWAGEN - MOSCOW STREETS - NIGHT
A V.W. van drives through light Moscow traffic. Stombaugh is
at the wheel, checking the road behind him. He drives
carefully, letting cars pass. Makes a turn at random.
INT. GRIMES KITCHEN - EARLY MORNING
Reagan on TV. Addressing Soviet aggression in Afghanistan.
Girls, let’s hustle. I’m late.
GARY GRIMES, 40s, is drinking coffee and packing a briefcase
at the kitchen table. His daughters, KELLY, 13, and TRACY,
9, are eating breakfast. Sandy comes through, showered and
dressed for work.
I thought mom was taking us?
Mom’s got a big meeting today.
(checks her watch)
I can take ‘em.
Yeah, I got it.
They kiss in passing. Sandy steals a piece of toast off
Kelly’s plate. Kelly lifts chunky Walkman headphones to
I was eating that.
You snooze you lose, kiddo.
INT/EXT. VOLKSWAGEN - MOSCOW ALLEY - NIGHT
The volkswagen pulls up in a deserted side street. Stombaugh
hops out of the van with the gym bag.
EXT. JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL - MORNING
Sandy calls Tracy back to hand her the bag she’d forgotten
and sends her inside. She then hurries back to her car.
EXT. MOSCOW SUBURBS - NIGHT
Stombaugh carries his bag along a wooded path toward a row of
Stalinist apartment blocks. Passing a WOMAN on a payphone,
he barely glances at her - but clocks her as suspicious.
Ahead, a YELLLOW ZHIGULI, a Soviet Fiat clone, is parked on
the street. A MAN sits in the car, silhouetted against the
As Stombaugh approaches the car, he glances back to see the
woman hang up the phone and walk away. Relieved, he
continues towards the car... when the night suddenly comes
alive around him.
FLOODLIGHTS CRANK ON, SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN, the door of a
trailer rattles up and a KGB ALPHA SECURITY TEAM spring down.