Salt Page #3

Give us a sec.

I know that we're heading into your jurisdiction here,

but I'm asking you for just 5 minutes.

No.

If I have to yes, you can't have

five minutes alone with her. I have to talk with her

- She's scared?

- I don't care.

There's a mole in

Russia house Ted.

There's a mole in

Russia house and I am sure...

Please step in the elevator.

What the hell is that?

Sir.

Jesus Chirst.

- There he is again.

- No sign of him so far on the street.

Two minutes to go before we lock down.

We just got a match, Sir.

- In 1981, there's Bresnov and there...

- Orlov.

- That's him.

- Used to be a heavyweight once upon a time.

Get that photo out now. Every ticket counter

airport, train station and taxi

station, the whole nine yards.

- Get me director Medford on a secure line, now.

- Yes, Sir.

- Top-right screen, is that live?

- Yes sir.

- Where is she going?

- Track her.

Rink Petroleum Security.

You have a woman to your left behind you.

Evelyn Salt.

- We lost visual of her.

- Damn.

Where'd she go?

Hey, Edward. Is Mike there?

No, I'm sorry. He left after lunch.

Stairwell, second floor.

What's on that floor?

It's empty. Security buffer.

Isolate and seal it.

Get her records to my hand-held.

Kill the power to the elevator doors.

We got her.

Alright.

Get a tactical team to meet

me on the south stairwell.

Yes, Sir.

- Director Medford, Sir.

- Get me a side-arm.

I'll call her back.

- Sh*t.

- I lost visual.

Where is she Albert. Talk to me.

Come on.

North hallway.

There, interrogation room. Bring it up.

- Have you found him?

- What the hell are you doing Eve?

This don't look good.

There's a tac team coming

at you in 30 seconds. Get your goddamn

panties off the camera. Get where we

can see you. So you don't get hurt.

Have you found my husband?

These boys don't fool around, Eve.

- Please, I can't help you unless you talk to me.

- Call me when you find Mike.

Okay, open the doors, about two feet.

We're gonna gas her.

Is that absolutely necessary?

Want, do you want me to shoot her?

Get a medical team in place now.

Okay, on my count.

Go.

Jesus Christ.

Where is she?

Come on, guys. Find her, now.

There. Bring that up.

Stay with her. She's crossing the street.

Pan the god-damned camera.

Back that up and zoom in.

Freeze.

What the hell are you doing, Eve?

Michael Krauss left his office an hour ago.

Salt's apartment is 20 minutes from here.

We can cover it, but she won't go there.

She will if she's serious about Mike.

This stays in the house, okay?

Taxi.

Hugh's street. I'll tell you where to stop.

"Hi, this is Mike. Please

leave a message after the tone".

He's one of the world's

top arachnologists, Eve.

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