(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(CAMERAS CLICKING)
Sunday the FBI successfully concluded
an investigation to end a very serious breach
in the security of the United States.
The arrest of Robert Hanssen
for espionage
should remind us all, every American should know
that our nation, our free society
is an international target in a dangerous world.
(INAUDIBLE)
HANSSEN ON TAPE: I shouldn't tease you
That just gets me into trouble
(WOMAN SPEAKING ARABIC)
(CAMERA CLICKING)
I got him!
Him and the wife. Okay.
She can be turned. They were screaming at each other.
We've got to tell the CT guys.
Did you catch any of what they were saying?
Some of it. Just gonna need a translator. Okay.
I can still work the corner outside their apartment. He didn't make me.
But we got to get over there now, while they're still fighting.
Oh!
Yeah.
It's a protocol for storing information on our targets.
Yeah. We got that part.
The thing that's unclear to us is what it was doing on Gene's desk.
It has to work its way up the chain, doesn't it?
Nobody likes a show-off, Eric.
We're all trying to make agent, you know?
Different colored tabs, five different fonts.
You must have spent the weekend at Kinko's on this thing.
Did you read it?
No.
It's too bad, because you're both credited in here by name.
Really? Really?
Yeah. For your help with the software.
Can we get over to that apartment now?
JULIANA: Are they terrorists?
ERIC: They're targets, honey.
That's all I said, right? Right. Sorry.
Good girl.
Hey, Mom and Dad want to take us to Mass today.
You want to go to Mass with me?
I'd rather go to a movie.
Me, too.
What?
I should have been one alley over. The light was better.
You're going to be an agent.
Are the rest of those guys working as hard as you?
Of course.
I bet they aren't.
Say it again, okay?
Say what again?
That I'm going to be an agent.
You're going to be an agent.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
(SWEETLY) Don't get it.
JULIANA ON ANSWERING MACHINE: You've reached the O'Neills Please leave a message
(JULIANA REPEATING IN GERMAN)
MAN: Get dressed You've been TD Y'ed
To where? They'll explain at the field office
We're due in 20 minutes On a Sunday?
I'll get right to it, if you don't mind.
You're being tasked to Headquarters,
where you'll be riding the desk of an agent named Robert Hanssen.
You know him? No.
Former head of our Soviet Analytical Unit,
considered our most knowledgeable analyst on Russian intel.
Last six years, he's been our liaison at the State Department.
It's Sunday.
BURROUGHS: We're bringing him back to Headquarters
where he's gonna start our new Information Assurance Division,
safeguarding the Bureau's IT system from cyberterrorism and infiltration
ERIC: Wait, I've heard of this guy
Was he the one who hacked into another agent's hard drive?
He's the best computer guy we've got.
He's also a sexual deviant.
Oh.
Been posting on the Internet. Lurid material.
There's some complaints in his file from female subordinates.
HANSSEN ON TAPE: I shouldn't tease you
That just gets me into trouble
You're gonna keep an eye on him for us.
It's not a glamour detail. Sorry.
Do you have a FISA warrant? Of course.
Do I get a cover? No. Hanssen would peel it away in a day.
He spent the last 20 years outthinking Russian spies.
And jerking off under his desk.
You want to duck down there and scrape for samples, feel free.
Just so you know,
no one around here feels good about embarrassing a guy
who's done 25 years of service.
But we have reason to believe
that there are other agents that might be involved in this as well.
Shared postings, etc.
If that's true,
it could mean a huge embarrassment to the Bureau.
A few rules.
First, no one can know about this, not even your wife.
You have a new boss.
His name is Hanssen, he works in Information Assurance That's it
I understand. Second.
You'll be serving at the needs of the Bureau,
answerable to me at all times.
I hope that's clear.
This pager will be on your person 24l7.
If it's me, you'll see a 7 and a pound sign.
You'll keep a journal of everything that goes on in that office.
Who he talks to, who he calls.
No detail is insignificant. Got it?
Good.
Gene can fill you in on the rest.
Thanks for coming in.
Agent Burroughs? Yes?
Is this high-priority?
We've been ghosting priority targets lately. CT targets.
If I'm being pulled off that I...
In other words, you want to know if this is going to fast track you
into becoming an agent?
Gene tells me you're confident, bordering on cocky.
He also says you can park it, when necessary.
Yes, ma'am.
Enjoy your Sunday.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
Okay. This is the code for the combo lock.
And the code for the key punch.
This is the badge for the security pad.
You're all set.
Sir, do you know Agent Hanssen?
A little.
Is there anything you can tell me about him?
What would you like to know?
Anything that would help me do my job better, I guess.
Sure.
Take nothing personally.
(ALARM BEEPS)
(CHAIR SQUEAKING)
(DOOR ALARM BEEPING)
(THUDDING)
Good morning.
Tell me five things about yourself, four of them true.
I'm sorry?
It's a game we used to play at the Soviet Analytical Unit.
To keep ourselves sharp.
It's lie detection.
(SCOFFS)
I don't think I'd be much good at bluffing.
That would have counted as your lie right there.
(DOOR CLOSING)
ACS.
I'm gonna be reinventing how the Bureau stores case information.
Didn't anybody tell you that?
They did.
(DOOR ALARM BEEPING)
Antiquated machine.
There are pallets of new computers in every corridor of this building.
Why don't you go get one?
Okay. I'll just fill out a req form...
You're not listening.
Just go get one.
Those req forms are for bureaucrats.
Actually, get two. That dinosaur on my desk is useless to me.
Agent Hanssen, my name is Eric.
No, your name is "clerk."
My name is "sir" or "boss," if you can manage.
Yes, sir.
And if I ever catch you in my office again,
you're gonna be pissing purple for a week.
(DOOR CLOSES)
You must know somebody.
I ordered ours a month ago.
Sir?
Sir, you could fall.
(MOCKINGLY) I won't fall.
I'm very coordinated.
Trying to re-route a phone line to get Internet access.
I can get an IT guy in here to do that for you, sir.
My Lord, you are as dumb as a bag of hammers, aren't you?
Yes, let's bring in an IT guy,
making $35,000 a year,
and give him access to hard drives
that a foreign agent would pay millions for.
We're supposed to be protecting the Bureau from electronic infiltration.
So, what kind of sites do you like?
On the Internet. Are there sites... Why?
I don't know, just...
I've never seen anyone stand on top of their desk to get online before.
Do you pray the rosary every day?
Hmm?
Your file says you prepped at Gonzaga, with the Jesuits.
That's right. I did.
So, do you pray the rosary every day?
Not every day, no.
You should.
You still want my list, sir?
The five things?
These are the greatest pens in the world.
I would never write with anything else.
Sure.
I won Boy Scout merit badges in every category except riflery.
I haven't been to confession since high school.
There are several words I constantly misspell.
My favorite drink is a vodka tonic.
And I'm the only male in the last four generations of my family
who hasn't served in the military.
What is your drink then?
Gin?
Scotch.
It's against Bureau policy for an agent to consume alcohol, even off-duty.
Did you know that? Yes, I did.
Because an FBI agent is never off-duty.
That comes from Director Freeh.
We attend the same church.
Who's the pager for?
My wife.
She likes to know she can get a hold of me 24l7.
Mmm.
She a Catholic girl?
No. Sort of a lapsed Protestant, actually.
She's East German.
Big fan of Christmas plays, though.
Have to do something about that, won't we?
(KEYBOARD CLICKING)
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
This is Eric.
Is your wife within earshot?
Huh?
Last I looked, she hadn't been read into the case. Can she hear this?
No.
Good Where are my pages?
I just started them. He kept me there till 10:00.
Uh-huh.
Agent Burroughs, I don't know what I'm supposed to be looking for with this guy.
It's not like he's gonna bring a train of hookers through the office.
Just get me my pages.
BONNIE: Mother of God, pray for us sinners,
now and in the hour of our death. Amen.
In the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be.
Amen.
Bonnie Wauck.
Bobby Hanssen.
ERIC: He doesn't think too much of me.
No?
No.
There are a couple of people like that at work.
They think I'm a
lightweight, I guess.
They don't know you.
Maybe they do.
(DOOR BEEPING)
Great.
Good morning.
This is very good work.
Sir, how did you get a copy of... It was ignored, I'm sure.
Yes, it was.
That's because you don't shoot.
The FBI is a gun culture.
You can't advance here unless you're part of it.
Every director in the history of the Bureau has come from the law enforcement side.
The guys who shoot, the guys who make arrests.
There's never been a director from the Intel side.
Never will be.
Intel's Siberia. Sir.
The rubber gun squad.
So why did you stay? Huh?
All those years, why didn't you transfer into something with a higher profile?
Because I never cared about making headlines.
I wanted to make history. Sorry.
The people Intel tracks are the ones who want to wipe America off the map.
Somehow that always meant a little more to me than being promoted.
Why are you reading about Parkinson's?
My mother.
Oh.
For a few years now.
I'm very sorry to hear about that.
Good morning.
Morning.
Oh, I forgot to mention, sir, we got a call from Photo, about a portrait sitting.
You're going up on the "25 Years of Service" wall.
Imagine that.
Excuse me.
Lord.
Beautiful woman.
You're married.
I can look, can't I?
God expects you to live your faith, Eric, at all times.
Besides, I disapprove of women in pantsuits.
You do?
Men wear pants.
The world doesn't need any more Hillary Clintons.
I wrote a program last night using nothing but ones and zeroes
just to see if I could do it.
Six-hundred twelve bits of encryption, completely unbreakable.
But you get the office with the window.
Okay, help us. What do we do?
First, we drop ACS, which is a relic.
There's not nearly enough bandwidth.
That's why you've got agents
who still keep sensitive information in cardboard boxes.
You need to move to an ATM system instead of the WAN.
An OC-48
with a data rate of 2.488 megabits.
Start with Linux A-B servers, which puts us into Red Hat.
IP routers throughout the building.
Dynamic IP addresses to hide the system using the Invicta prototype.
Would it be easier if I sent this in a memo?
Yes, it would. Fine. On your desk in the morning.
You're gonna set up meetings for me
with the appropriate systems managers at the CIA, DIA, NSA,
and the intel agencies of each armed service.
Yes, sir.
They're all ahead of us on IT. We have to study them.
Would you mind if we book those appointments through me, Bob?
What for?
Just protocol.
Of course.
And then we switch offices, right?
Sure.
Perfect. We're fighting crime with 19th-century technology,
and he's worried about protocol.
Set up those meetings. Leave it up to him, they'll never happen.
Sir?
That was turf protection you were just watching in there.
Didn't you spot it? Organizational arrogance.
"No, we don't want to learn anything from the CIA.
"We want the CIA answering to us."
You know what's going on behind that door?
No, sir.
Analysts looking for a spy inside the intelligence community.
Highest clearance.
But there aren't any CIA officers in there. You know why?
Because it's a CIA officer we're trying to build a case against.
Now, could the mole be someone from the Bureau and not the CIA?
Of course.
Are we actively pursuing that possibility?
Of course not.
'Cause we're the Bureau, and the Bureau knows all.
Cooperation is counter-operational. And that's the mentality.
Of course, the enemies of this country aren't so picky.
They'll work with anyone who shares their hatred of us.
Bureau hasn't learned that lesson yet.
He keeps some paintings in a conference room on 8.
I want you to get one of them for me.
Sir? It's two men on a boat. I want it.
What? You mean Agent Garces? These are his paintings.
Stop thinking like a clerk.
They're sitting in storage.
It's two guys on a boat.
BURROUGHS: Okay. Where was Hanssen on March 7, 1991?
The file has him making a drop at Ellis at 6:30 p.m.
He badged in at 8:27 a.m. Badged out at 12:45.
Badged back in at 1:45,
and badged out again at 5:36.
Okay. Let's take a look at August 12, 1993.
You know why the Soviet Empire collapsed?
"Good morning"?
I made a career studying them.
They were smarter than us.
More devious, more determined.
So why did they fail?
Godlessness.
Atheism.
I'm on my way to morning Mass.
You do remember what Mass is, yes?
The Jesuits at Gonzaga taught you that much, didn't they?
Sir, my grandfather was a deacon.
Well, congratulations.
Now it's time to join the varsity.
I saw a woman from Planned Parenthood on television this morning.
A lesbian, naturally. Defending gay marriage.
I almost ripped the cable out of the wall.
Bet she was wearing pants, huh?
Will your children be Jesuit-taught, as you were?
I don't know yet. That conversation's still a few years away.
It shouldn't be.
Sir, I'm GS-11.
We need a second salary before we can start having...
What is money compared with the blessings of family?
Tell me.
My wife was the one... Good to see you, Bob.
It was my wife who first brought me here.
Bonnie.
I was a Lutheran when we met, and not much of one.
She saved my life.
Come.
We attend St. Catherine's on Sundays.
It's a traditional Latin service,
then a big family lunch after.
You think Juliana might like that?
I don't know. Maybe.
Then let's give it a try. This weekend.
My Bonnie's been known to work miracles.
(PAGER BEEPING)
Shut that off. Sorry.
Was that your wife?
No one else even has this number.
Well, perhaps you should give her a call. It might be important.
No, it's okay. It can wait.
BURROUGHS: You know, when I page you,
it isn't to discuss what's on Oprah
It means I need to speak with you.
Did you pick me because I was Catholic?
I'm sorry?
Did you think he would trust me because I was Catholic?
Jesus, Eric.
We picked you because of your facility with computers.
We thought it would impress him.
Uh-huh.
We also thought he might like that 50-page proposal
you've been pushing all over the Bureau.
I understand he got his hands on a copy, right?
So?
You got pages for me?
We're going to be searching his car.
It'll involve you keeping him out of the office for a few hours.
Agent Burroughs, I'm starting to think I might not be the right guy for this job.
Oh, yeah? I'm used to intel cases.
Terrorist cases. Targets of value.
Nobody ever put me on a perversion detail before.
Think we're being too hard on him?
(HORN BLARING)
I think that's your bus.
(DOOR OPENING)
Ta-da!
Will you go to church with me?
(ORGAN PLAYING)
ALL: "Lord, I am not worthy that Thou shouldst come under my roof.
"But only say the word and my soul shall be healed."
(PRIEST SPEAKING LATIN)
(ALL RESPONDING IN LATIN)
Of course.
Walking, please. Walking.
Juliana, how did you like the service?
It was lovely.
I'd never been to a Mass where people knelt the whole time.
Oh. Well, it's a gesture of devotion.
Taught all our children not to be grocery-cart Catholics.
You know, the kind of churchgoer that takes whatever's convenient
and leaves the rest on the shelf.
It's all expected.
Eric is so nice.
Where did you two meet?
We met in a bar, actually.
Oh.
(CHILDREN CHATTERING)
Would you like some cake, sweetheart?
CHILD: (SQUEALS) My grandfather!
(DOOR OPENING)
I love Sundays.
Going to Mass.
Having the kids here.
Makes everything else fade away.
Sorry. I was snooping. Don't be.
I want you to feel at home here.
Is this your father, sir?
Must've been proud of you.
FBI. Top Soviet analyst. Oh, I don't know.
Father wasn't very
impressed by things.
He wanted me to be a doctor.
He rigged my first driving test, the day I turned 16.
Made an arrangement with my DMV instructor.
So you'd pass?
So I would fail.
He thought it would toughen me up.
I do that, too, I suppose.
Test people.
More than I ought to.
Oh! Shoot. Almost forgot.
I have something for you.
It's everything I could get on Parkinson's.
Downloaded it last night.
Been quite a bit of progress in the last few years.
Didn't know if you were up on it.
Is there someone in your family who has Parkinson's?
No. No, thank God.
You know, sir, I think you're misunderstood.
Oh? By whom?
By whoever gives out window offices, for one.
Oh, that's all right.
I think I made too much fuss of all that.
I'll be gone so soon anyway, what good would a window do me now?
Fifty-seven in two months, that's mandatory retirement.
(DOG BARKING)
No, it's fine.
It's time.
I could stay there another hundred years,
and still just be an afterthought.
The perks go to the guys who play the game,
the ones who politick.
I knew a long time ago I didn't have the stomach for that.
But I'll get my portrait on that 25-year wall, right?
Now, that's something.
Doesn't really matter much, does it?
The judgments of other men?
I know what I've done.
What's the trouble? I want to see what you got on this guy.
Come again? His Internet postings, the e-mails.
Your case.
Why? Because I don't think you have one.
I can read you in. I'm authorized to do that.
But it would only put you at greater risk. Of what?
What the hell is all this?
The guy doesn't drink, doesn't tell dirty jokes.
Goes to church every day, his wife loves him, so do his grandkids.
And why the hell would you hand a new division
to a guy who's retiring in two months,
especially if he's under investigation?
You through?
You know, I think this whole thing is cooked.
I think he keeps shooting his mouth off about the Bureau
and nobody knows what to do with him,
so we tag him as a deviant and run him out of the building.
It's bullshit.
The whole thing, it's Kenneth Starr all over again,
except I'm running around looking for the blue dress.
You've come to admire him, I see.
Yes.
Respect him?
Yes.
Well, that was inevitable.
For our purposes, it was sort of necessary.
But he's a traitor, Eric.
He started spying for the Russians, we think, in 1985.
He's given them military secrets, intelligence secrets.
He gave them our Continuity of Government Program,
which told them where the President would be taken
during a nuclear or terrorist attack.
And the Vice President. And the Congress. And the Cabinet.
The damage he's done to the U.S. Government is in the billions.
But that's just the money part.
He's also given up lives.
BURROUGHS: Sources we were working
In one of his drops, he identified Valery Martynov and Sergei Motorin,
two KGB agents we'd turned
They were flown back to Moscow and executed
We don't have a handle yet on how many of our assets he's compromised.
Maybe 50, maybe more.
HANSSEN ON TAPE: I shouldn't tease you
That just gets me into trouble
(MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
BURROUGHS: Our file on him came from two Russian defectors
The Bureau paid $7 million for it
Of course, everything in the file is inadmissible
We make our own case independently, or he walks
Oh, not that it matters, but the sexual stuff is also true.
Irrelevant, but true.
The stories on the Internet, they're about his wife.
Using her real name
Sweet little anecdotes about how much she loves rough sex, that sort of thing
He's a big fan of strippers, too. Has been for years.
But his grandchildren do love him.
That part I can't argue.
There's no such thing as the "Information Assurance Division," is there?
No.
We created that to lure him back from State.
9930 was built for him, too
Video, audio Bafflers in the vents Heat sensors Motion sensors
Probably enough microwaves in that office to cook a chicken.
I'm sorry we had to mislead you
But this is the worst breach in the history of U.S. Intelligence.
Unusual steps were required.
The good news is, you got your wish.
You're in the middle of the biggest case we've ever run.
Come with me. There are some people I want you to meet.
He badged out at 5:12, stopped at his dry cleaners,
drove by dead drop Ellis, then went home.
How does that compare with the previous Thursday?
WOMAN: Has the Agency been briefed on this?
If it deals with Russian sources, then the Agency has to be briefed on it.
MAN: Does Hanssen have any leave time coming?
How many people are working on this?
Got 50 on the bigot list so far.
Is the Director involved?
Director's running the case. He sees your pages every day.
No.
Yes.
Keep them coming, by the way.
Our audio's missing about 90% of what Hanssen says in there.
He mumbles.
He does a lot of things, this guy.
Why don't we just arrest him? Can't do that.
He knows the names and locations of every source we've ever turned.
If we can't get him to talk, their lives are all at risk.
Eric O'Neill, Dean Plesac.
Assistant Special Agent in charge. Sir.
Director wants him caught in the act of making a drop.
That would give you the death penalty.
Don't you think he's earned it?
See you, Dean. Thanks for coming in, Rich.
Like I said, kid, take nothing personally.
Kate.
He's got an appointment at the DIA tomorrow at 2:00, right?
Yeah. You're driving him?
Yeah. Good.
We need him out of the office for at least three hours.
That's when we'll be sweeping his car. Okay.
How long will it take you to download the data card off his Palm Pilot?
Twenty, 30 minutes, depending on the level of encryption.
But you can't. He never lets it out of his sight.
Assuming we can separate him from it, 20 to 30 minutes.
Okay.
What's this?
You want to be read in, right?
Wait.
What if he's smarter than I am?
I've never misread anybody this badly before.
Except maybe you.
A couple of years ago,
the Bureau put together a task force.
Lots of assets had been disappearing.
Sources like Motorin, Martynov. Dozens of them, vanishing.
So this task force was formed to find the mole who was giving them up.
Our best analysts poring over data for years looking for the guy,
and they could never quite find him.
Guess who we put in charge of the task force?
He was smarter than all of us.
Actually, I can live with that part.
It's the idea that my entire career has been a waste of time,
that's the part I hate.
Everything I've done since I got to this office,
everything we've all been paid to do, he was undoing it.
We all could have just stayed home.
(DOOR CLOSING)
HANSSEN: Dear friends, thank you for the $50,000
As far as the funds are concerned,
I have little need or utility for more than $100,000 at any one time
My security concerns may seem excessive
I believe experience has shown them to be necessary
I am much safer if you know little about me
Neither of us are children about these things
I was unable to locate the package based on your description last night
Please recognize that I am in a business suit
and cannot slog around in inch-deep mud
Your service has recently suffered some setbacks
I warn you that Mr Boris Yuzhin,
Mr Sergei Motorin and Mr Valery Martynov
have all been recruited by our special services
The US can be errantly likened to a powerfully built, but retarded child,
potentially dangerous, but young, immature and easily manipulated
I found the site empty
Empty sites bother me
I like to know before I commit myself, as I'm sure you do also
One might propose that I am either insanely brave,
or quite insane
I'd answer neither I'd say insanely loyal
Take your pick, there's insanity in all the answers
Eventually, I would appreciate an escape plan
Nothing lasts forever
Sincerely, Ramon
Hi. Hi.
You're back.
Boss. When did you get here?
BONNIE: Very disappointed in you, young man.
Leaving your bride all alone without telling her where you'd be.
Not good, Eric. Where were you?
My mother fell. I had to go see her.
Oh.
Did she break anything?
No. Just bumped her head.
That's awful. Yeah.
Write down their address for me, would you?
I'd like to send some flowers.
That's very kind of you, boss.
We couldn't reach you on your pager.
On your hip 24l7, right?
Yeah, I know. The battery died.
Sorry, honey. I should have called. It's okay.
Juliana was just telling us what it was like to grow up in the Communist Bloc.
Oh, yeah?
It piques my curiosity, as you can imagine.
Hope it hasn't felt like an interrogation, Juliana.
(DISHES CLATTERING) BONNIE: Here we are.
Bonnie, you really didn't have to go to all this trouble.
It's just leftovers.
I guess I just couldn't stand the thought
of you two ordering from that Peking Wall place again.
Even Chinese people can't eat Chinese every night, Eric.
Besides, how is this tiny thing going to give you a house full of babies,
if you don't put some protein in her diet?
Would you like to say grace, Eric?
Sweetheart?
I'm sorry, Jule. I didn't invite them, obviously.
But they thought it would be okay, Eric.
You have to have boundaries, even with a boss.
And what was that bullshit about your mom bumping her head?
It's complicated.
"Complicated," as in I wouldn't understand, or as in you can't tell me?
I'm tired.
I just want to grab a drink and go to bed.
Are you going to quit?
I want you to quit.
I felt sick all day, Eric.
It's like you're someone else when he's around.
I'm sorry it's been a stressful day for you.
Let's not make it worse.
I don't know.
Maybe it's me.
Maybe you want me to be someone else, too.
Maybe you want me to be Bonnie or something.
Knock it off, Jule.
No, that'd be easier for you, wouldn't it?
If I were more of an FBI kind of wife, like she is.
I'm not kidding, Juliana...
If I just went to church every day and wanted to spend my life being pregnant...
Your parents would probably love that.
Enough. Then you wouldn't have to worry anymore
if I was Catholic enough or American enough.
Shut up, goddamn it!
(DISHES CLATTERING)
(DOOR SLAMS)
Eric.
Hey, Dad.
How long you been out here?
I don't know. About an hour or two.
It's freezing. Why didn't you let yourself in?
You ever quit anything, Dad?
Did I ever quit anything? Yeah.
I think I gave up a paper route once.
Got tired of waking up so early.
What did your father say?
Nothing. He just shrugged.
He could kill you with those shrugs.
(CHUCKLING)
I've been thinking about him a lot this morning.
I don't know why.
Well, that's a lot to put on yourself, son.
I mean, he was just a kid doing his duty.
Like you.
"Get on the boat, do your job, get back home again."
Huh?
That's what he said to me the first time I shipped out.
He knew I was scared, so he just kept it simple.
Maybe I should have gone to Annapolis.
It always seemed to me
that your joining the Bureau was an apology
for not going to Annapolis,
which you never had to do.
It's what you wanted. No.
I wanted you to serve your country.
Isn't that what you're doing?
Yeah.
So you can't quit, can you?
(SIGHS)
Get on the boat, do your job, get back home again.
Can you do that?
(DOOR OPENING)
His appointment's in 5 minutes. Media room, 1st floor.
You'll get a page when he's in-pocket.
Obviously, if he takes his Palm Pilot with him, you call me, we shut it down.
It might not be the best day to do this, sir.
He's due at the DIA at 2:00.
I'm driving him.
Looks like you're in for a full day.
Boss, I just realized I totally screwed something up.
Don't you knock?
I'm sorry. The photographer for your 25-year portrait, he's here. Today.
I had it in my book for next week, but it's today.
They called me on my cell. Your appointment's in five minutes.
Then you'll just have to reschedule, won't you?
We shouldn't. He's only here once a month. I'm so sorry.
I'm supposed to drop everything I'm doing and run down there?
In this?
That's how you dress every day.
No. There's a spot on my tie.
Let me look.
Lord! Sorry.
You klutz!
Look at that. It's everywhere.
Boss, please. Just get down there.
You don't want to miss your picture.
I'll have all this cleaned up by the time you get back.
I've got the DIA at 2:00.
I'll get you there. No problem.
Are you finding this job stressful, Eric?
Is this all too much for you?
Sometimes.
Then pray more.
Yes, sir.
(CAMERA CLICKING)