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Answer the phone!

No answer.

Keep trying. I'm sure he's
on his way back from...

Definitely on his way.

Why doesn't anybody
answer the phone?!

Hello? James, you are so dead.

Shit!

Sorry!

Excuse me. James Clayton. Sorry I'm late.
I had a water bed emergency.

Bill Rudolph, Dell.

Nice to meet you. Can I
borrow your computer?

Yeah. Thank you.

Hi, guys.

Hey.

It's here somewhere.

Here we go. All right.

At 7:00 this morning,
sound asleep,

I heard this cracking
noise ripping wood.

I figure it's part of this
logging dream I'm having,

but, no, the bed is falling
through the floor.

Our program uses existing
wireless technology...

Which we modified,

transforming it into a
completely new program.

And what do you call it?
"Sp@rtacus."

Why is that?

It was named after the revolt...

Of the slaves.

Wireless Webcast.

We have that.

"Sp@rtacus" turns any
specified broadcast terminal

into its slave.

We control the program.

Watch.

Take a look. Pick a screen.

Hello, Bill Rudolph.

Hey, who is this guy?
Somebody's hacking in.

What is this?

This is wonderful.

Thank you.

Can you put our logo
on the Sony booths?

Sure, for the right price.

We'll talk, yeah? Yeah.

Good.

Thank you.

Hey.

What would you like? I would
like to teach you something.

OK. I'm pretty busy right now.

James, the most important
thing you need to know

is that you don't know shit.

What you see,

what you hear.

Nothing is

what it seems.

Drink?

Martini.

Sure.

That's how it begins, you know.

Call will come in a day or two.
His name is John Medica.

He's head of R&D for Dell.

He's gonna invite you
out for martinis.

Before long, you're
gonna be working

out of Advanced
Encrypting in Bethesda.

Five years, you'll get your
first annual trip to Texas.

You got a wife by then,
.5 kids, 200K a year,

and that's it, that's
the whole show.

Then you're dead.

And it all started because
of one nasty little martini.

So you're a recruiter.

That I am.

You're kidding.

Applications for the
CIA are up tenfold.

Would I have to kill anyone?

Would you like to?

Beer man. Heineken?

Yeah, just a sec.

All I know about the CIA is
that they're a bunch of fat,

old white guys who fell asleep
when we needed them most.

Oh, well, like I said,
you don't know shit.

I know what I know.

Nice meeting you, James.
You too.

Way I figure, you'll probably
go in the oil business,

like your daddy.

Hey!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Did you know my father?

James, I have recruited
and trained and served

with the best our
country has to offer

for over a quarter of a century.

I am a scary judge of talent.

It's my gift.

I am recruiting you, Mr.
Clayton.

In case you haven't noticed,
I'm not exactly CIA material.

You have any idea
what CIA material is?

It's not me.

No? Well, I don't know.

You graduated top of
your class at M.I.T.,

majored in nonlinear
cryptography,

scored off the charts in your
undergrad psych profile test.

Those are confidential.

Yeah, right.

You're agile, athletic, and...

And what?

You grew up overseas
Uzbekistan, Brunei,

Venezuela.

Yeah, my father worked
for Shell awhile.

Your father died in 1990

in a plane crash in Peru.

What's your point?

What's my point?

What the hell you
think my point is?

My name is Walter Burke.

My number's on the sports page.

Give me a call.

I'll be here till noon tomorrow.

Very dramatic, James.

I want to talk. Can we talk?

Yeah.

Where are you?

Well, you know the phone
booth you're calling from?

Yeah.

Turn around.

As you like it.

You're pretty confident.

Well...

Tell me about my father.

You already know, don't you?

I mean, that's why
you're sitting here.

You want answers, you're
in the wrong car, kid.

I only have secrets.

You can't trust
your best friends,

your five senses,

only the little voice inside you

most civilians don't even hear.

Listen to that.

Trust yourself.

I think that's what your
father would have said.

Trust yourself, James.

Can I help you, sir?

James Clayton. I'm
here for an interview.

Just pull in there,
check in with security.

Thank you.

Hey, my name is James Clayton.

I'm here to see Walter Burke.
He's expecting me.

You can wait for him over there.
I'll page him for you.

James.

Hey.

Rule number one:
Don't get caught.

Those were good officers.

Good friends.

So, you ready to get started?

Sure.

Have six pull in tight on F4.

All right, now give
me some angles,

both tests. Both tests.

Tighter.

It's a carbon copy.

F4. Yank him.

You've been caught
cheating, pal.

Please leave.

Still got the eyes, Walter.

What's that story,

you saw some old woman
pushing a baby carriage?

And Walter sees the carriage is
riding a little low, so bam!

No questions, blows grandma
right out of her shoes.

Turned out she was Hamas,

and the whole thing was
stuffed with explosives.

She wasn't Hamas,
she was Abu Nidal.

Abu Nidal, that's right.

These war stories, you
just love them, don't you?

D4.

Tell him to forget the
chick and finish the test.

Burke says, "Forget the
chick and finish the test."

How do upsetting problems

generally make you feel?

Upset.

And when you get angry,

do you have trouble
staying in control?

Sure.

How do you typically
deal with failure?

Badly.

Have you ever been deliberately
cruel to an animal?

Yes. Please, elaborate.

For Christmas, I tied wool
reindeer horns to my dog's head.

Would you consider yourself

subjectively firm or
objectively flexible?

Metaphysically wrinklefree.

Quickly. Would you
rather ride on a train,

dance in the rain,
or feel no pain?

Feel no pain.

I know I said the raindancing
thing, but feel no pain.

Thank you.

God, I hate this.

Hey.

Hi.

I'm James.

Layla.

Like the song.

Yeah.

That's a big coffee.

I'm a big girl.

Sure.

Is your name James Clayton?

James Douglas Clayton.

Just a yesorno answer.

Is your name James Clayton?

Yes.

You were born October 21, 1976?

Yes.

Have you ever worked for
any foreign governments?

No.

Have you taken
tranquillisers today?

No.

Miami.

Mind if I sit here?

Sure.

Hey. Ronnie Gibson from D.C.

James Clayton from all over.

Nice to meet you. You too.

You got any idea what those
two are speaking over there?

I think it's Farsi.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, Farsi.

Clear!

What are you doing?

Nothing.

What?

Some of these chairs are wired.

They catch you
drifting during this,

10,000 volts up your ass.

Bullshit.

All right.

Good morning. Good morning.

Ladies and gentlemen, my
name is Dennis Slayne.

I'm assistant director of
operations at Langley,

and I would like to
welcome you here

to the CIA Special
Training Facility,

affectionately known
as "the farm".

Now let me introduce to you

your senior instructor, Mr.
Walter Burke.

Morning.

Morning.

So, why are you here?

Why are you here?

It ain't the money.

A GS15 pay grade
officer, yours truly,

I rake in about, what,
75 grand a year?

You can't buy a decent
sports car for that.

It ain't sex.

Hey, being here
won't get you laid.

Oh, you're a dental hygienist?

I'm a member of the CIA,
Moscow Station chief.

Hello?!

What about fame?

Our failures are known.

Our successes are not.

That's the company motto.

You save the world,

they send you to some dusty
basement at Langley,

give you a little
lemonade and cookies,

and show you your medal.

You don't even get
to take it home.

So it ain't money, it
ain't sex, it ain't fame.

What is it?

I say we are all
here in this room

because we believe.

We believe in good and evil,

and we choose good.

We believe in right and wrong,

and we choose right.

Our cause is just.

Our enemies everywhere.

They're all around us.

Some scary stuff out there.

Which brings us
here to the farm.

You have all just stepped
through the looking glass.

What you see, what you hear

nothing is what it seems.

Mr. Burke?

Hey.

I was just... l was hoping
maybe I could buy you a beer

and we could talk.

I have so many questions
about my dad.

You're making a mistake, son.

Let me remedy it.

I was on semicongenial
terms with you

during your recruitment, for that
reason I was recruiting you.

I'm not your friend.

I'm not your ally.

I'm your instructor period.

That enough talk?

Good morning. It's 0600.

All CTs report to Common
Area, 15 minutes.

Is everybody ready?

Morning.

Let's go.

Let's go!

Over the next few months,

we're gonna teach
you how to deceive,

roleplay,
psychologically assess,

sell, exploit.

We're gonna hand you the tools

the black arts.

Not witchcraft trade craft...

Ready! Fire!

Disguise, surveil, detect.

You will be able to kill
with a variety of weapons

or none at all.

You will nightparachute,
rappel from choppers,

learn dry and wet demolition,

learn tactical, highspeed
emergency driving.

You will become...

Bond. James Bond.

Thank you, Mr. Clayton.

You're already roleplaying.
That's good.

You're ahead of all of us.

Let's start with Clayton.
Why don't you take Zack?

Nice move.

Where the hell did you
learn how to do that?

Metro Dade Police Academy.

Are you a senior
instructor at the farm?

Yes. True.

OK, if you look at the screens,
you'll see his pulse is even,

respiration normal,

pupils undilated
signs of the truth.

Come on, rough me up. Let's go!
Rough me up!

Have you ever worn
women's clothing?

Who said that?

Yes. True.

Were you ever stationed in Peru?

Yes.

True.

Is your name Walter Burke?

No.

True.

Let's do it.

Five!

Skid and holster!

Remove your targets!

Nintendo.

These are paper ants
microphone transmitters.

They adhere equally well
to flesh or clothing,

and they're biologically
manufactured,

so as soon as they
become separated

from their storage palate,
they begin to break down.

After 48 hours, this
bug consumes itself.

These are all live
surveillance devices

digitised, miniaturised
transceivers,

audio and video.

You will conceal them
throughout the bug house.

Your objective is to gain
entry, install three bugs each,

and exit the bug house
without getting caught.

You will have eight minutes.

What do we got here, Walter,
a bunch of D.S.&T. Geeks,

or we got some
quality NOC people?

I don't know.

Anybody get out of the
bug house lately?

Not many.

Doesn't look like it's
gonna happen tonight.

Don't underestimate my
people, Dennis, please.

Usually by now,
you've tagged a NOC.

Must be one in this class.

Well, maybe yes, maybe no.

Who knows?

The Shadow knows.

I love this part.

Buenas noches, amigo.
You've just been blanketed.

That's two down. Who's counting?

Buenas noches, amigo.
You've just been blanketed.

Attaboy.

Go!

Go, go!

Who was that?

You OK? Yeah.

OK.

Some of you will not
survive the farm.

Some will be asked to leave.

Some will quit.

But those of you who do graduate

will be sent to
work out of Langley

or embassies around the world
as official cover operatives.

That is, spies with
diplomatic immunity.

Now, every once in a while,

someone is selected to be a
nonofficial cover operative,

or NOC NOC.

The NOC is the truest
practitioner of espionage

always out there, always
alone, unprotected.

If you are caught, you will most likely
be tortured, shot, and/or hanged.

And here's the best part:

No one will ever hear about it.

You will become a
star on a wall,

a blank space in a book.

Now, I can just feel all
you Alphas out there

gunning for this
position as I speak.

So remember,
everything is a test.

Yeah? All right.

All right, I can
afford ten cents.

Yo, I'm out.

All right, I'll see you.

Come on, you're gonna fold, Ronnie.
Just get it over with.

You're a Miami cop, right? Yeah.

So why don't you speak Spanish?

I do.

So where'd you learn Farsi?
Persian beat?

That's funny. No, night school
Florida Atlantic University

so I could get in here.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

Ronnie. I'm out.

Well, looks like it's just
me and Sonny Crockett.

Sonny Crockett. Is that the
black guy or the white guy?

What are the girls
like on South Beach?

What do you want to do?

All right.

I'll see your bet and raise you.
$2 raises max, remember?

Come on, we're not playing by
the rules here on the farm.

Are we? Are we? Are we, Sonny?

That's fine by me.

OK. So...

Are my pupils dilated?

I could be bluffing.

Or it could just be dark in here.
What do you think?

OK, I'll give it to you. I fold.

What did you have? Hey!
That's not how we play.

Your deal. Hey, man, good game.

Well, well, well...

Looks like boys' night in, huh?
Kinda sad.

I'm gonna change all that.

Time for a field trip.
We got the van outside.

We're all going for
drinks at the Blue Ridge.

All right, your objective
reach the parking lot

with an asset who intends
to have sex with you.

You want us to pick up a girl?

Well, five, actually

one each.

Hi.

Hi.

Here you go, Kitty.
Thanks, Barry.

Not interested.

Neither am I.

How's that?

Well, your personal interests
are of no concern to me.

I just got out of the joint.

And there's only one thing I'm
concerned with right now.

And what would that be?

What do you think?

Sounds like fun.

Excuse me a second.

Hey, what's going on?
What are you doing here?

What's it look like?

Looks like you're drunk.

Perceptive.

Is everything OK?

Yeah, everything's great.

All right.

See you tomorrow.

James...

They cut me. I'm out.

You're kidding.

I'm out of the program.

You're serious.
Did they say why?

They didn't say anything.

They just sit you
down, debrief you,

and then stick you in
some shitbag motel.

Sorry, all I can think
about is throwing up.

You all right? Yeah, I think
I had too much tequila.

You know, it's just
that you and I

finally have this
chemistry moment,

you know, and I even
have a motel room

where we could go back and have
completely justifiable comfort sex,

but all I can think about
is not throwing up.

The room's spinning, right?

Yeah, like a top.

You should go home.
I'll call you a cab.

Come on. Come here.

Will you settle for taking
me home and tucking me in?

I wish.

Blue Ridge Bar, yeah.

Ten minutes? Thank you.

Cab will be here in ten.

OK. OK.

Come on, wait with me outside, OK?
I...

Come on.

Layla, let's wait inside.
It's cold.

No. No, no, no, no, no.
Just wait.

Come on. Let me kiss you.

Tell me about it.

Thank you.

For what?

Op completed.

My op was to stop you
from completing yours.

Who said my op was complete?

Lighten up, man.
It's just an op.

Just doing her job, that's it.

God, I hate this guy.

You did your job. Good.

Are you a citizen of
the United States?

Yes. True.

Are you in any way
affiliated with the CIA?

No. It's false.

All right, let's break
up this dance team.

Clayton, switch places
with Zack here.

All right, we all
know, I believe,

what a lie is when we see it.

But a good interrogator can
also soften a subject,

you know, knock them offbalance,

make them vulnerable.

Never know what you might get.

So fire at will.

Is your name Layla Moore?

Yes.

True.

Last night at the bar,

you said we had
chemistry together.

Do we? What?

His interrogation.
Answer the man.

Simple question: Yes or no?

I was undercover legend.
It was part of the op.

True.

You said you wanted to go
home and have comfort sex.

Did you?

You're abusing this exercise.

Did you want to have sex with
me last night? Yes or no?

No.

Would you do anything to
become a CIA officer?

Anything?

No.

Layla! Stay away from me.

Can I talk to you? There
are limits, James.

You want to suck up to
Burke, do it on your own.

This isn't about Burke.

You won, OK? You got even.

How does it feel?

God!

I pity the fool.

Anyone I know? Maybe.

Let it go.

You first.

I don't know how I...

I don't belong here.

Come on, meant to do this, son.

You know more about
me than I do?

Hey, this bag knows more about
you than you do, James.

It's in you.

It's in your blood.

Mama Land's crabs

from the Circle's
fourteenth in Saigon

best crabs in the world.

This place: Secondbest.

OK, why don't you just go ahead?

Go ahead and ask me.

Did you know him?

No.

I met him once.

Falklands, around '89.

What was he doing there?

Think, son. I can't
tell you specifics.

I just can't.

I can't even confirm
his mission.

I can't.

He used to tell me stories.

He'd say

when they'd hit one, the
desert would rain oil.

That's what he did, James.
He told stories.

Yeah.

And he lied.

That doesn't mean
he didn't love you.

What was he, really?

What did he do?

You gotta come off it, kid.
You really do.

Because you keep looking back,

you're gonna miss
your whole life.

It's a mystery you cannot solve.

Who is Edward Clayton?

Well, among many things, he
was James Clayton's father.

Also, he was someone else.

He was a spook, James.
Just like me.

Just like you.

Don't look now.

By the bar. We're
being followed.

You serious? Yeah.

Sometimes these guys just
like to loiter around,

see if they can gain
intel on the farm.

I'll get someone on it.

Hey.

Looking good.

Yeah, but can I do it blindfolded
jumping out of a plane?

I bet you can.

Thanks.

It's probably not the
best time to apologise.

You don't have to apologise.

Can I?

Sure.

Here's how I'm gonna look at it.

We learned a lot
about each other.

Yeah, the hard way.

Yeah, the hard way, but
still, at least we know.

OK.

So, now we're ahead of the game.

Is that it?

Exactly.

So what do we do?

Nothing.

Not here.

Not now. No, not now.

One year from now,
where are you?

Probably waitressing at Denny's.

Yeah.

When I was a kid, my father
would get out the atlas...

OK, today we practise the
art of surveillance.

Remember your training.

The person being
followed is the...

Rabbit.

Rabbit. The person doing
the following is the...

Eye. Eye.

Behind the eye is the rest
of the surveillance team,

who cannot see the rabbit
but follow the eye.

As the rabbit travels,

the teammates will rotate
themselves into the eye position

so that the rabbit doesn't
realise he's being followed.

Rabbit, don't forget,
your choke points

help you to identify
who's on your tail.

And keep those cellphones off. In the
field, they act like homing devices.

All right? What do we do?

Improvise, modify,
adapt, overcome.

Let's go to work!

Turn your cellphone off?

Didn't bring it.

Good.

Hey, this looks like
a good choke point.

You're right.

Let's hide here and wait, OK?
Sure.

James! James! Layla!

No!

James!

Let go of me!

I am a Diplomatic Corps trainee.

We know that you
work for the CIA.

The CIA.

I don't work for the CIA.

I think you do.

Enjoy your cold shower.

Hungry, Jimmy?

You guys make the best stuff.

You realise that no
country with a McDonald's

has ever attacked
the United States?

They teach you that at the farm?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You think this is a game, James?

I think it's a test.

No.

I'm sorry, my friend.

This is no test.

Everything is a test!

Everything is a test.

Good morning, James.

What are the names
of your instructors?

OK.

OK.

John is the wise guy.

Paul's the cute one.

George is pretty quiet.

And this new kid

I can't remember his name.

Now I know why she
was begging for you.

You're funny.

Sorry if these stink.

She pissed herself.

Layla.

Layla?

Burke! You want a name?!

Burke! Burke!

I wanted you to see this.

I wanted you to see
what happens to someone

you know, someone
you care about,

so you won't forget.

What you should learn
from this exercise

and learn it well

rule number one:

Do not get caught.