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[ 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, if you 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 fucking 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 or two; for now, I'll just take 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 Harker said I'm supposed to collect all your 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, Door Sliding 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?

[Door Slides Open]

[Man] Can you get that Chinese translator?

[Radio Chattering Continues]

[Man Continues] No, that looks pretty good.

Looks good. ...as for the upcoming 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 groundwork for the President's trip next week.

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 week ago, Tom Bishop disappeared in Hong Kong.

Last night he turned up outside Shanghai.

He's been arrested for espionage.

We're working up a profile based on relevant personal histories and op records.

This has to be handled with kid gloves.

How long does the president have to claim him?

- Twenty-four hours. - Starting when?

As of now, Nathan.

Bishop has been classified as a common criminal,

and will be executed at 8:00 A.M. tomorrow morning, our time.

What about the press?

Why not leak it and throw the spotlight on China, and buy us some time?

We need the press on this like we need a third teat.

- You using the other two? - [ Troy Chuckling ]

We don't want outside influences to... limit our options.

What was Bishop doing in China?

He was with an operation for Harry Duncan.

Was? Yes.

Until he took matters into his own hands.

Well, where are they holding him?

- Oh, I'm sorry, Nathan. - It would be nice to know what gaps are filled.

I've only got ten fingers here, you know?

[ Inhales Deeply ] I guess, kind of tough timing, hmm?

A week before the president's road trip.

You guys afraid there's gonna be a congressional hearing?

That's why we're transcribing and videotaping. Right?

Are you gonna want me to testify?

- No. - No?

Absolutely not.

- You met Bishop in Vietnam, right? - Yeah.

[ Sighs ] Spring of'75.

Hue had just fallen. Danang would go in a couple of days.

And I had flown in country to get an ARVN sniper...

who'd been with us throughout the Phoenix program.

He was a heavy hitter named Binh.

[Rock]

Spent the last year Rocky Mountain way

It's time to open fire

And we don't need the ladies

Cryin' 'cause the story's sad [ Indistinct ]

- I got some bad news for you, sir. he's dead. - Dead?

Just before dawn. Caught a mortar round with his teeth.

Got anybody else? There's a staff sergeant came my way a while back,

but he's nowhere near Binh's 40 confirmed. How many has he got?

Three kills. Christ, and that's the best you got?

He's a fine shot, sir.

Where is he? Right over there.

Where, in the back? Yeah.

There is another guy, 20 kills, but he's at least two days away.

- Confirm that for me? - Yes, sir.

Why is he over there? They live separate...

from the other men, cook their own food-- gook food.

Smells awful, sir.

Not to the enemy. Send him in.

Yes, sir.

[ Men Chattering, Shouting ]

- Yes, sir? - Bishop?

That's correct, sir.

- [ Clears Throat ] Where are you from? - Hemet, California, sir.

Here. Have a seat.

I take it you didn't get to be a marksman putting food on your mama's table.

No, sir, we have a Safeway back home.

Where'd you learn to shoot? Boy Scouts, sir.

[ Laughs ] Are you kiddin' me? No, sir.

When did you get pulled in? I volunteered, sir.

[Muir Narrating] He came across as one of those idealistic types--

you know, a little bit of an attitude?

Starts out trying to see what he's made of, and ends up not liking the view.

- Who was the target, Muir? - General Hun Chea.

He's Laotian? Yeah. Unofficial enemy.

Code name: Red Shirt.

He's responsible for the western flank of the upcoming Saigon offensive.

His name-- Don't need a name, sir.

You don't need it? Or you don't want it?

Yeah, I'll do it, sir.

Okay. [Helicopter Engine Roaring]

The target will be at a location...

twenty-one clicks away, tomorrow morning at 0900.

It's a high-powered meet-and-greet with the Vietcong.

Will he be alone, sir? He sometimes travels with a bit of an entourage.

''A bit of an entourage?''

- Red Shirt located. Do you have in sight? - Red Shirt confirmed.

Niner-eight-zero to gate.

One-zero-zero-five to table.

Wind...

five miles left.

Target in sight.

- [ Clicking ] - [Helicopter Whirring]

Bravo Six, Bravo Six. Delta Two. Over.

- Go, Delta Two. - We have target in sight, but no shot.

- Say again? - No shot.

- Helo is obstructing target. - Helo? NVA doesn't have air support.

Position in jeopardy. Our position is compromised. Over.

- Say it again. Over? - Shh. We're still a go.

[ Gasping ] We have no go.

- [ Whispering ] Clear. - Don't take the shot!

See if you can get 'em back.

Delta Two, Delta Two--

[ Whispering ] Move!

Come on, come on.

Delta Two, Delta Two. Bravo Six, over.

[ Cries Out ]

[ Cries Out Again ]

Sorry about your man, Captain.

You want to make another pass, sir?

Hold it. Go back again.

Hell of an ad for the Boy Scouts.

Did you have a presidential finding authorizing those kills?

I don't believe we've met.

- Who are you? - Dr. William Byars.

National Security Council.

Was there a finding, Muir?

[ Snickers ] Well, we were in a place we weren't supposed to be,

assassinating a general from a country we weren't at war with--

of course, we weren't officially at war with North Vietnam, either--

- Is that a ''no''? - Oh, come on, guys.

We're on the clock. The president admits Bishop is ours,

denies he's a spy, we put out the fires and negotiate a deal.

Unless I'm missing something.

[ Whispering ] Muir's secretary's on-- [ Indistinct ]

- [Whispering Continues] - Mm. This will just take a second.

Stop recording. Stop tape.

Your secretary's got your wife on the line. She says it's urgent.

Go ahead. Want to take it outside?

No, no. I'll take it in here. That's fine.

- Hello? - Got your message. You want me to start a fire yet?

Oh, uh, right. This'll just take a second.

Right. [ Distorted ] Tell you what.

Why don't you hold that reservation, and, uh,

we may still be able to use it.

You might just. As we speak, there are three guys rummaging...

through everything I spent a week packing.

Uh-huh.

Okay.

Uh-huh.

- If there were any instances of personal dysfunction, - Right.

- emotional or psychological, it could be helpful. - [ Muir ] Okay.

[Man]It's insubstantial. Right. Right.

[ Muir ] Mm-hmm. Okay.

That'll be good. Because presidential findings...

- have no real importance. - You still there?

Y-Yeah.

So he was an assassin, recruited to kill.

Sounds good. Bye-bye.

[Hangs Up Receiver]

[ Sighs Deeply ] Sorry. Wife planning a retirement dinner.

Assassin?

I think I just figured it out.

- The Bishop files. - Where?

My office. Closet.

It'll just take a second.

I'll send a security officer down. No, hey, you guys...

have better things to do than to rummage through my office, right, Chuck?

[Agents Chattering]

[Tapping Keypad]

He's on his way down. [Hanging Up Receiver]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[Gladys] You were right.

It rained.

What about these?

- Burn 'em. - What is this about?

Money.

Free trade. Microchips.

Toaster ovens.

And what does that have to do with you?

Nothing. Get me Digger Gibson's number.

Shit!

Agency's looking for a reason to let the Chinese kill Tom Bishop.

No!

[Rapping On Door]

Ah, they shut down my secure line-- last day and all.

Can I use yours? Thanks. Aw, well--

[ Clears Throat ] Oh, I'm sorry. It's classified. Do you mind?

Oh! Uh, right.

There's nothing there. It's not in English?

- It's not in English either. - This fax just came in a few moments ago, sir.

Yeah.

So, sir, you and Muir came up together, right? Mm.

How well do you know him? No one knows Nathan. Not really.

Do you trust him? He's a man who got the job done.

Is he on the job now?

Office of Security, Hong Kong. Ten to seven this morning,

a call originated from station to Muir's home.

He knew about Bishop before he got here. And he played dumb.

Yeah, this is Harker. I need confirmation on all calls...

in and out of Nathan Muir's office.

[ Sucks Teeth ] Gee, I'm hungry.

[ Line Ringing ] [ Woman ] Hong Kong Herald.

- Digger Gibson, please. - One moment, sir.

Hello? Gibby, old boy.

Nathan! To what do I owe this honor?

Still have contacts at CNN?

I got something for you. Talk to me.

How about ''C.I.A. operative caught in the act of espionage''?

- Can you get that on the air? - That's not gonna be easy.

Come on, Gibby.

- That's never stopped you before. - [ Chuckles ]

- Give me 30 minutes. - Yeah.

I remember seeing something about Bishop in my South American box,

but it wasn't there.

Those op files downloaded yet?

Let's go with this. Bishop's recruitment. Yeah.

Well, back then, recruitment took time.

Bishop was evacuated with the last of them on the 30th of April,

and that gave me a month to do my homework.

I talked to his neighbors, his teachers, his mom--

scoutmaster--

Pulled his dad's records from the Pentagon.

Then started to move some pieces around on the board.

And my plan was to isolate and alienate.

[Dire Straits, ''Soldiers In Arms'']

Your valleys and your farms

I had his C. O. give him just menial duties...

with non-English-speaking personnel.

And I kept him in limbo about even the possibility of going home.

And then I watched... and waited. [Rock Guitar]

This consignment is a complete misdirect.

It needs to go to Military H.Q in Mannheim. You understand?

[ Under His Breath ] Fuck!

Then, in December, when I didn't think he could take anymore,

- I made the move. - These mist-covered mountains

Are a home now to me

There she is. [ Chuckles ]

But my home is the lowlands

Uh, sorry sir. It's Bishop. Sergeant Bishop?

Oh, Christ. Of course!

Hi. [Woman] Yeah, hi.

Sandy, this is Tom Bishop. Tom, right?

- Yes, sir. Tom, sir. - Tom. How are you? Nice to meet you.

- Sandy? - My second wife.

- Second wife? - He asked me what I was doing in Berlin,

and I told him I was there as a military liaison of a sort.

It's good to hear an American voice again, I'll tell you that. I'll bet, I'll bet.

What are you doing for Christmas?

No plans.

[Dean Martin] Oh, the weather outside is frightful

But the fire is so delightful

[Indistinct]

Central Intelligence? Train you as an agent.

You'd be working for me. Mostly undercover.

[ Chuckles ]

Europe? Wherever the action is.

What if I preferred... to just go home?

That's okay. It's fine.

I can probably make arrangements for you to end your tour of duty in San Diego.

In which case, I'll presume you'll forget we ever had this conversation.

But look, it's your choice.

All the way home I'll be warm [ Chuckles Softly ]

The next day, we started his tradecraft.

The technology gets better every day, and that's fine.

But most of the time, all you need is a stick of gum, a pocketknife and a smile.

That's disappointing. [Man] Guten Morgen, meine Herren.

Today we're going to be discussing a radio set.

Not just any radio set, but a Russian radio set.

Every building, every room, every situation is a snapshot.

While I'm sitting here talking to you, I'm also checking the room, memorizing it.

The people. What they're wearing. Then I ask the question,

''What's wrong with this picture? Anything suspect?'' [ Shouting ]

You've gotta see it, assess it and dismiss most of it...

- without looking, without thinking. - Without thinking?

It's just like breathing. You breathe, don't you?

Always carry cigarettes and a lighter too. Great ice-breaker.

- Eine Kaffee, bitte. - Zwei.

Okay, I want you to listen, but I want your concentration to be on something different.

Anything else, so you don't react. Understand?

Yes.

So when do I get my first assignment?

When I decide you're ready.

- What is your name? - Michael Sandville.

The suit in the kitchen.

- Threat? - Wait, how'd you see that? Ah!

- See that apartment building? - Yeah?

Know anyone who lives there? No.

Within five minutes, I want to see you standing on one of those balconies.

[ Chuckles ] Come on.

- Did you serve in Vietnam? - No, I did not.

- Favorite color? - Why don't we discuss it over coffee?

You just lost ten seconds.

Solicit information from someone.

Gladly.

The guy reading the menu.

Don't look at him.

- He wasn't reading the menu. - He's not reading at all. Threat?

Only to the hostess.

[Muir] You just gave her four pieces of personal information...

for one dubious, impersonal fact.

Just trying to find out where she got that dress.

Where are you from? When's your birthday?

You know everything about me. I don't know a thing about you.

[Muir] Okay, what did you tell her?

One, you're straight. Two, you're engaged.

Three, tomorrow's your girl's birthday, and four, you have no taste in women's fashions.

[ Chuckles ] What if she were an asset?

You told her four lies that now have to be true. Okay.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[Lounge Piano] [ Chattering In German ]

[ Groaning, Speaking German ]

[Continues in German] [ Replying In German ]

I thought spies drank martinis. Scotch, never less than 1 2 years old.

Is that right?

Agency rules? My rules.

All right, so what else? What else do I need to know?

[ Exhales ] Put away some money so you can die someplace warm.

Don't ever touch it. Not for anyone. Ever.

Okay. Is that it?

Don't ever risk your life or your career for an asset.

If it comes down to you or them, send flowers.

[Jazz Piano]

He was a natural.

He could take an East German who had just come over the Wall,

look him straight in the eye, and ask him to go back...

to the place he just fled and spy for us.

[Bishop Speaking German]

He got so good at it he could close in a single afternoon, send the guy out with a smile.

Let me get this straight: you allowed a contract agent to develop assets?

He was that good. I thought he'd make a fine case officer someday.

Let's get on with it. I'd like to hear whatever you can offer about...

Operation Rodeo. Rodeo?

- The Cathcart affair? - [ Whispering, Indistinct ]

Hold transcription, hold tape. I'll be right back.

[ Sighs ]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[ Sighs ]

You know, this would go a lot faster, you guys,

if you'd tell me a little something about the op.

What's it called? Sideshow?

What about it?

- How'd you come by this information? -Just stuff we learn in the field.

[ Sighs ]

[Troy] Sorry about that. Okay, where were we?

[Muir] I think we were talking about...

Operation Rodeo-- right, Chuck?

You're on.

[ Sucking In Breath ] My East German contacts...

discovered that we had an unidentified mole in the embassy.

We had the ambassador in our crosshairs,

until some information leaked when he was out of the country.

So that just left one possibility.

- Ah, Ann. - Hello.

- [Man]Ann-- - ...Cathcart. - [Muir] Yeah.

Bishop was involved in a small but integral part of the operation--

going East to bring across an East German functionary named Schmidt.

- Ready? - Yeah.

Ah, fuck!

The passport's in the glove box. There's some vodka. Spill it on your coat.

If they stop us, don't say a word. Remember, you're drunk.

- And where is Mrs. Muir? - Patricia left me and filed for divorce.

[ Laughs ] Oh, I'm so sorry, Nathan.

How is it I always say the wrong things?

- [ Chuckles ] - Patricia?

Yeah, my third wife.

- My God, how many wives have you had? - Four.

You want to hear about them, or Bishop?

- You see that gentleman? - [Young Woman] Yeah?

He's the ambassador. Why don't you go over there and say hello to him?

Okay. Okay?

Your scotch is older than she is.

Am I supposed to feel bad about that?

They know.

They have my family already, I know it.

If they knew, they would have stopped us.

Tomorrow, your wife, your kids, will all be safe in Munich.

- I gotta make a stop. - What?

- It's a scheduled stop. I gotta make a phone call. - They follow you.

Friedrich, it's all taken care of, okay?

If they ask, tell 'em I got sick.

[ Klaxon Sounding ]

Why don't we go outside? I'm sure we won't be missed.

I wish I could.

I have to stay near the phone.

Working on a Saturday night?

- [ Engine Roaring ] - [ Tires Screeching ]

Are you bringing someone across?

- [ Whispers In German ] - Bitte.

- Yes? - Vodka did me in. I'm comin' home.

- Throw out the bottle. - Repeat that?

Throw out the bottle. They know.

They don't know. They don't fuckin' know.

They'll be waiting. Drop as close to checkpoint as possible.

- Negative, we're comin' across. - No. That's an order.

- Let him go. - [ Whispering ] They will kill him.

[ Retching ]

[ Groaning ]

[ Gasps, Pants ]

Change of plans, Friedrich.

No.

You will drive me across, just as you said.

If I do that, they'll kill us both.

This way, we still have a chance. You're a liar.

This way, you still have a chance. I can't help you.

-Just get out of the car. - I will not get out.

- Get out of the car! Get out! - I will not get out!

I will not! No! No! No!

No!

Get out. Get out!

Please. My wife. My children.

I can't help you!

[ Starts Engine ]

[ Sobbing ]

[Chattering in German]

[ German ]

[ German ]

Nathan, what happened? What went wrong?

- Nothing. - Nothing?

Actually, one thing.

Don't ever question me again. Ever.

What? I gave you an order, you take it.

You don't ask why. Those ten seconds on the phone could have blown the op.

The op was bringing Schmidt across! The op was setting up Ann Cathcart.

And your end had to look legit.

What are you telling me? Schmidt was bait?

- Yes. - Nathan, they executed him on a shitty cellar floor!

It could have been you. Let me tell you something about Schmidt.

He went to the Russians a week ago, and said he had a contact, an American.

- Somebody he could use. - Don't tell me that.

You didn't look in his eyes.

Don't tell me that!

He was your asset. Somebody you used for information.

Aw, Jesus Christ! You don't just trade these people like they're baseball cards.

It's not a fuckin' game! Oh, yes, it is.

That's exactly what it is.

And it's no kid's game, either. This is a whole other game.

And it's serious and it's dangerous-- and it's not one you want to lose.

Nathan, we killed this man.

We used him, and we killed him.

Okay, then you gotta help me understand this one.

You-- Nathan, what are we doin' here?

Don't give me some bullshit about the greater good.

That's exactly what it's about.

Because what we do is unfortunately very, very necessary.

And if you're not willing to sacrifice scum like Schmidt...

for those that want nothing more than their freedom,

then you better take a hard look at your profession, my friend.

Because it doesn't get any easier.

Why did you use me? Do you want to walk?

Walk.

You should have told me about the op.

You used me. I did. And listen to this, because this is important.

If you had pulled some stunt over there,

I wouldn't come after you.

You go off the reservation, I will not come after you.

Fuck your rules, Nathan.

Okay. But tonight, they saved your life.

Can we have the relevant files on Ann Cathcart?

Ann Cathcart's body was found...

in the lobby of a cheap hotel in East Germany,

just two months after she defected.

Yeah. Beaten to death.

- Vopos never solved the case. - And Bishop was in Berlin when this happened.

We were both in Berlin-- Do you recall Bishop's reaction...

to the news that Ann Cathcart was dead?

Motive and opportunity.

Nathan, you should leave here knowing that we're looking into every possible scenario.

What's ''Sideshow''?

You don't need to know.

Why are you trying to burn Bishop?

Troy?

Hold transcription, hold video.

Sideshow was a bugging op.

Listening to government offices in eastern China.

- The trade talks? - Mm.

And you're afraid the lid to the cookie jar is gonna slam shut on our hand?

Oh, come on, guys! Chinese need trade status more than we need to give it.

That's not necessarily so.

Twenty-four hours after capture, Bishop's allowed to start talking.

That gives you, what? Ten, twelve hours to make a trade.

Come on. You're on the clock.

He doesn't know anything. Bishop wasn't on Sideshow.

He wasn't working for us.

He was arrested during a rescue attempt...

at a prison outside Su Chou.

- Who was he after? - Don't know.

[ Woman Screaming ] Let go of me!

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[Male Announcer] For more on this late-breaking story,

we go live to Hong Kong.

[ Announcer #2 ] It has been confirmed that the Chinese claim...

to have arrested an American operative for the C.I.A.

While the State Department remains quiet, official sources say that the individual,

working out of American consulate in Hong Kong,

was captured in an act of espionage.

lf confirmed, this comes at a bad time for an administration...

which is in the middle of trade negotiations with China.

The U.S. government is in the process of negotiating his release.

The embassy promised to keep us abreast... We are so fucked.

of the situation as it develops.

- This is Frank Nall, live in Hong Kong. - Guess that limits our options.

I want to know what you have to say about this,

and I want it on the record.

When I was a kid, I used to spend summers on my uncle's farm.

And he had this plow horse that he used to work with every day.

He really loved that plow horse.

One summer she came up lame,

and could barely stand.

The vet offered to put her down.

You know what my uncle said?

No, Muir. What did he say?

He said, ''Why would I ask somebody else to kill a horse that belonged to me?''

Get me Peter Brody at the FCC.

I don't care. Just get him.

Looks like Bishop's gonna be okay.

Good.

- What about the flag? - Keep it.

Something to remember me by.

You know where to store this stuff, right?

Yeah. What do I do with the storage key?

If I need it, I'll send for it. I'll send you a postcard.

- From where? - Not a chance.

You'd show up and try to clean the place, and scare the native girls away.

[ Chuckles ] I wish. I'll be working for Andy Unger down the hall.

[ Sighs, Groans ]

You're gonna miss it.

You know that, don't you?

[ Sighs ]

[ Chattering ]

Thank you. Thank you. Mm-hmm. Have a nice day. Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you. Mm-hmm. Thank you.

[TV Announcer] For more on this story, we go live to Hong Kong.

And, in a late-breaking development of the incident reported earlier,

rumors that Tom Bishop, an alleged C.I.A. operative,

had been captured in an act of espionage, now appears to be a hoax.

Tom Bishop died 1 4 months ago.

While the C.l.A. has made no official comment,

sources close to the agency have confirmed Bishop's death late last year.

The discredited story has been attributed...

to an overzealous member of the Chinese government,

who leaked the false information in the hopes of undermining the current U.S. trade negotiations.

This is Frank Nall, live in Hong Kong.

- [ Gasping ] - Mr. Muir?

- [ Shouting In Chinese ] - [ Screaming ]

[ Chuckling ] Told you you'd miss it.

Who do you trust in military intelligence?

I co-signed Martha Rayburn's car loan.

Listen, Gladys. I gotta buy some time here.

I'm gonna need imagery Analysis for a military prison near Su Chou.

And if you use the phones, don't use these.

Any chance I could lose my job over this?

Good. I didn't want to work for Andy Unger anyway.

[Door Closes]

[People Chattering, Live And On Radios]

I know who it is.

I know who Bishop was after.

Well, so do we. But do you know why?

[ Snickering ] I mean, if anybody knew the back story,

I mean, it would, well, uh,

It's just that it would make a congressional hearing really worth watching.

By the way, that's not in the op reports.

[ Beeping ]

Muir, you're not cleared to be in here.

Relax, Kappler. If I didn't have clearance, how did I get in?

Where's this report? I just came from the seventh floor,

and there's some people pretty disappointed it hasn't arrived yet.

Hold on!

What report?

You were at the briefing. I'm talking about Tom Bishop.

Bishop went rogue. Yeah, and they were gonna...

pull him out until somebody up there-- and I'm not gonna say who--

said that your department claimed there weren't enough resources.

Who said that?

Look, I can buy some time while you pull this together.

Now, Operation Sideshow. That's near the prison, right?

Near Su Chou.

China. Come on.

Any air support?

[Beeping] Oh.

[ Sighs ] Shit, that's probably Folger.

Yup. [ Sighs ]

P'eng Hu Islands.

Commander Wiley's outfit.

Forty minutes from Su Chou Prison.

Thank you. Oh, hey,

I'm having a little retirement dinnerparty tonight.

- Services library. Say, 7:00? - Sure.

You know, I uh-- [ Chuckles ] I didn't know you liked me.

[ Laughing ]

[Door Closing]

What was that all about? What did Muir want? What?

He was just talking.

- What about? - His party.

I don't think you're invited.

Gladys? [Phone Ringing]

[Rings, Beeps] Hello?

It's me.

- Where are you? - First floor coffee shop.

- Talk to me. - Imagery Analysis. They've got every angle on the prison...

you could want, collecting dust.

Gladys? Get me whatever they have.

That'll have to go through Folger's office.

I'm aware of that. I also need info on an outfit of ours in the P'eng Hu Islands.

- Commander Wiley's outfit. - Muir?

Muir, wait up.

And call Kappler in the map room.

- Tell him my party's cancelled. - Your party?

- [ Hanging Up, Beeping ] - [ Dial Tone ]

We're gonna need you upstairs a bit longer. [Elevator Dings]

What's that? I said, we're gonna need you upstairs a bit longer.

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs Deeply ] You got something in your teeth.

Harker says you might care to enlighten us on information that's not in your op reports?

I just want to help out.

Is it relevant to the issue at hand?

I know who Bishop was after.

Elizabeth Hadley.

Pull up what we have on Hadley.

[Man Clearing Throat]

[ Beeping ]

It was a tip of the sword deal, out of Beirut.

intended to be clean and efficient in a place that was anything but.

By '85, the place was a nightmare.

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