DIE SZENERIE: Der CIA-Analyst Osborne Cox verliert seinen Job und schreibt anschließend an seinen Memoiren. Diese geraten über die Sekretärin des Scheidungsanwaltes seiner Frau in die Hände der Fitness-Trainer Chad Feldheimer und Linda Litzke. Als diese vergeblich versuchen, das Dokument an die Russische Botschaft zu verkaufen, wird Feldheimer bei dem Versuch weitere Informationen in Cox’ Haus ausfindig zu machen, von dem beim Schatzamt beschäftigten Harry Pfarrer, Liebhaber von Cox’ Ehefrau, erschossen. Der paranoide Pfarrer ergreift kurz darauf die Flucht, während Litzke ihren Vorgesetzten Feldheimers Aufgabe übernehmen lässt. Als Cox diesen erwischt, tötet er den Eindringling und wird anschließend selbst von einem CIA-Beobachter erschossen. Einer der Agenten, Palmer DeBakey Smith, informiert seinen Direktor, Gardner Chubb, im CIA-Hauptquartiert über die Geschehnisse.
INT. CHUBB’S OFFICE
INT. CHUBB’S OFFICE
- DAY
Gardner Chubb is behind his desk.
GARDNER CHUBB: Wait. Wait a minute.
Palmer DeBakey Smith is standing across from him. He freezes. A beat. Gardner Chubb rubs his forehead.
GARDNER CHUBB: (CONT’D) Where’s the treasury guy? Pfarrer?
PALMER: Right now?
GARDNER CHUBB: Right now.
PALMER: Um … He’s in a detention room at Washington Dulles.
GARDNER CHUBB: Why?
PALMER: He was trying to board a flight to Venezuela. We had his name on a hot list, CBP pulled him. Uh… don’t know why he was trying to go to Venezuela.
GARDNER CHUBB: You don’t know?
PALMER: No, Sir.
GARDNER CHUBB: We have no extradition with Venezuela.
PALMER: Oh. So what should we do with him?
GARDNER CHUBB: For fuck’s sake, put him on the next flight to Venezuela!
PALMER: Yes, Sir. Okay.
Gardner Chubb is weary.
GARDNER CHUBB: Okay. So the gym manager is dead?
PALMER: Yes, Sir.
GARDENER CHUBB: The body is…?
PALMER: Uh, that’s gone, Sir.
GARDENER CHUBB: Okay.
PALMER: Uh… but there was a… uh... snag...
GARDNER CHUBB: What?
PALMER: Uh. This analyst, Cox, was attacking the gym guy. It was in broad daylight, on the street. Our man there didn’t know what to do. Felt he had to step in.
GARDNER CHUBB: Yes?
PALMER: He, uh... he shot the analyst. He shot Cox.
GARDNER CHUBB: Good! Great! Is he dead?
PALMER: No sir.
Gardner Chubb grimaces.
PALMER: (CONT’D) He’s in coma. They don’t think he’s gonna make it. They don’t think… they’re pretty sure that he has no brain function.
GARDNER CHUBB: Okay. Okay. If he wakes up we’ll worry about it then. Jesus, what a clusterfuck. So that’s it then. No one else really knows anything. Okay.
PALMER: Um. Well, Sir, um… there is...
GARDNER CHUBB: What?
PALMER: Um...
GARDNER CHUBB: What?
PALMER: There is the woman. The gym woman. Linda Litzke.
GARDNER CHUBB: Oh! Fuck yeah. God. Where is she?
PALMER: We picked her up. We have her.
GARDNER CHUBB: We have her? To do what with?
PALMER: She, she, she says she’ll play ball if we pay for… um… some... I know this sounds odd, some surgeries that she wants. Cosmetic surgery. She says she’ll sit on everything.
GARDNER CHUBB: How much?
PALMER: There were several procedures. All together they run to, um…
GARDNER CHUBB: Pay it.
PALMER: Yes, Sir.
GARDNER CHUBB: Jesus. Jesus fucking Christ.
He shakes his head.
GARDNER CHUBB: (CONT’D) What did we learn, Palmer?
PALMER: I don’t know, Sir.
GARDNER CHUBB: I don’t fucking know either. I guess we learned not to do it again.
PALMER: Yes, Sir.
GARDNER CHUBB: Although I’m fucked if I know what we did.
PALMER: Yes, Sir. Hard to say.
We pull back from Gardner Chubb, shaking his head.
GARDNER CHUBB: Jesus fucking Christ.
Gardner Chubb is behind his desk.
GARDNER CHUBB: Wait. Wait a minute.
Palmer DeBakey Smith is standing across from him. He freezes. A beat. Gardner Chubb rubs his forehead.
GARDNER CHUBB: (CONT’D) Where’s the treasury guy? Pfarrer?
PALMER: Right now?
GARDNER CHUBB: Right now.
PALMER: Um … He’s in a detention room at Washington Dulles.
GARDNER CHUBB: Why?
PALMER: He was trying to board a flight to Venezuela. We had his name on a hot list, CBP pulled him. Uh… don’t know why he was trying to go to Venezuela.
GARDNER CHUBB: You don’t know?
PALMER: No, Sir.
GARDNER CHUBB: We have no extradition with Venezuela.
PALMER: Oh. So what should we do with him?
GARDNER CHUBB: For fuck’s sake, put him on the next flight to Venezuela!
PALMER: Yes, Sir. Okay.
Gardner Chubb is weary.
GARDNER CHUBB: Okay. So the gym manager is dead?
PALMER: Yes, Sir.
GARDENER CHUBB: The body is…?
PALMER: Uh, that’s gone, Sir.
GARDENER CHUBB: Okay.
PALMER: Uh… but there was a… uh... snag...
GARDNER CHUBB: What?
PALMER: Uh. This analyst, Cox, was attacking the gym guy. It was in broad daylight, on the street. Our man there didn’t know what to do. Felt he had to step in.
GARDNER CHUBB: Yes?
PALMER: He, uh... he shot the analyst. He shot Cox.
GARDNER CHUBB: Good! Great! Is he dead?
PALMER: No sir.
Gardner Chubb grimaces.
PALMER: (CONT’D) He’s in coma. They don’t think he’s gonna make it. They don’t think… they’re pretty sure that he has no brain function.
GARDNER CHUBB: Okay. Okay. If he wakes up we’ll worry about it then. Jesus, what a clusterfuck. So that’s it then. No one else really knows anything. Okay.
PALMER: Um. Well, Sir, um… there is...
GARDNER CHUBB: What?
PALMER: Um...
GARDNER CHUBB: What?
PALMER: There is the woman. The gym woman. Linda Litzke.
GARDNER CHUBB: Oh! Fuck yeah. God. Where is she?
PALMER: We picked her up. We have her.
GARDNER CHUBB: We have her? To do what with?
PALMER: She, she, she says she’ll play ball if we pay for… um… some... I know this sounds odd, some surgeries that she wants. Cosmetic surgery. She says she’ll sit on everything.
GARDNER CHUBB: How much?
PALMER: There were several procedures. All together they run to, um…
GARDNER CHUBB: Pay it.
PALMER: Yes, Sir.
GARDNER CHUBB: Jesus. Jesus fucking Christ.
He shakes his head.
GARDNER CHUBB: (CONT’D) What did we learn, Palmer?
PALMER: I don’t know, Sir.
GARDNER CHUBB: I don’t fucking know either. I guess we learned not to do it again.
PALMER: Yes, Sir.
GARDNER CHUBB: Although I’m fucked if I know what we did.
PALMER: Yes, Sir. Hard to say.
We pull back from Gardner Chubb, shaking his head.
GARDNER CHUBB: Jesus fucking Christ.
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