improvisation is the heart of fieldwork.
-I think it was you.
-In the old days. The weather's changed.
Now you got every asshole in Congress,
you know, down our backs.
I'm telling you to walk softly.
Is that why Beller called me in?
Because of the morgue?
Oh, no, no, no.
The old man doesn't know anything about
that, and personally, I don't think he has to.
Shadow Ops still has some privileges.
You're right.
Oh, and John...
-...that's good work.
-I had a good teacher.
Bullshit. You had the best.
Fourteen thousand, six hundred and forty
some-odd people under WitSec protection...
-...and not one with a profile like this.
-That bad?
That good.
This young lady, Miss Cullen...
...is a real live, bona fide...
...honest person.
Then why does she need us?
She's a senior executive
at Cyrez Corporation. Hear of it?
Yeah, major defense contractors.
Mostly top-secret weapons research.
Looks like someone inside Cyrez
is selling out Uncle Sam.
Feds need her to prove their case.
If they do...
...she'll be the key witness
in the hottest scandal since Iran-Contra.
-When does this go down?
-Tomorrow.
The sting's all in place.
Soon as it's over, she's all yours.
Seal file on relocate. Your eyes only.
As usual, only you and I'll be privy
to your witness' exact location.
But, John...
...there are some serious players
here in Washington that...
...could be badly burned.
Then so could she.
[HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING]
WOMAN [OVER SPEAKERS]:
Welcome to Cyrez Corporation.
All visitors are required to step in
the security stations on the right.
Please be prepared
to present valid identification.
-Good morning, Dave.
-Good morning.
She's in.
MAN 1: She giving us anything yet?
-Not yet.
MAN 2: That's right, Lee.
We're right here with you.
We're on.
-Can you hear me?
-We hear you, Lee.
-I look okay?
-Tell her she looks great.
Not bad, Miss Cullen.
Not bad for an amateur.
We're right with you, Lee.
-Yeah.
-Then let's do it.
-Good morning, Miss Cullen.
LEE: Good morning.
Station C?
-Yes.
-And how long today?
Ten minutes, max.
Okay.
You're doing just fine, Lee.
Let's hope we bought
the right combination, gentlemen.
[CLICKS]
Bingo!
-Shit!
-No, it's okay.
We lose transmission in the vault.
-What do we do now?
-Now we wait.
She better move fast because she's only
got five minutes till the shift change.
What's taking so long?
Come on, sweetheart,
you got two minutes left.
-We should have never used her.
-Shit! She's out of time.
-Hey!
-Yes!
Welcome back, Lee.
We're right here with you.
Miss Cullen, Mr. Donahue's office called.
He'd like to see you.
-Tell him I'll be up in a minute.
-He said, "Right now."
-What's going on?
-I think they made us.
Check the directory. I wanna know
where Donahue's office is.
-Twenty-fifth floor.
-I know where it is.
Twenty-fifth floor.
Get backup ready to roll.
This whole thing could go south.
What is it, William?
That's someone I trusted for five years.
Someone I told others could be trusted.
-Well, I was pulling the stack--
-Don't!
We're way beyond bullshit here.
Who are you working for?
Shit, we're dead.
I should ask you that question.
I used to think
it was for the U.S. government.
Oh, come on, Lee.
What do you think we do here?
This isn't the Red Cross.
We make weapons,
things that kill people.
If the government
isn't willing to pay the price...
...it's my job to find somebody who will.
I didn't know treason
was part of the corporate strategy.
I asked who you were working for.
You didn't tell me.
-Oh, my God.
-Holy shit.
Christ.
Get her out of there.
Get her out of there now!
What is this?
A camera?
I'm working for the FBI, William.
They heard everything you just said.
They're watching us right now.
And you think that makes you safe?
You have no fucking idea!
How could you do this to me?
I hope you understand, Lee.
You leave me no choice.
[WOMAN SCREAMS]
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