A Lonely Place for Dying

I'm your handler, Nikolai.

I decide when you need to be extracted.

They know, Greenglass.

- You don't know what they know. - Markov was in room.

Just because Markov was there...

Markov was standing in room when your man confessed one of us was mole.

He didn't say your name...

right? He didn't describe your face.

Hell, he doesn't know if you're Soviet, Chinese or VC.

He couldn't. Cause I've never told anyone who you are, Nikolai.

All my men know is that I have a highly reliable

and highly confidential source of information.

Markov is not stupid man.

So? Neither are you!

You tell him whatever he needs to hear. You march into his room...

tell him you'll find the turncoat.

Is no longer possible.

You wanna tell me why?

I'm arrived in Vientiane.

It's a...

long way from Hanoi.

I need to know I can enter Thailand.

Once I am to Bangkok I can do rest.

We both know...

the checkpoint is under Pathet Lao control, Nikolai.

And we both know different men control different route out from Vientiane.

And those men need to know I am coming if I am to pass .

What makes you think the company controls Vientiane's back door?

Will you let them know I am arriving?

Where'd you hear we control Vientiane's backdoor?

Will you...

please...

- let them know who I am? - Right now...

I need you to go back to Hanoi.

- You told me you would get me out. - And I will.

But...

- not now. - No, not now.

- Not ever! - No.

Not now.

When this war is over. Right now I need you in Hanoi.

Nothing you've said indicates you've been burned alright. Go back.

Give Markov a great show.

Hunt for the mole. Put some poor gook's head on a pike.

And when this war ends...

I will fly you to the White House and give you a fuckin' parade.

But, until this war ends,

until this war ends...

I'm your handler, Nikolai.

And I decide when you need to be extracted.

Mr. Howard Simons?

I'm here Nikolai.

So...

I'm not sure what you want me to say.

- You heard Mr. Anthony Greenglass. - I heard him turn you down.

- I heard him order you back to Hanoi. - You asked for proof...

now you have it. You know I am CIA asset,

you know I supply Greenglass with information and you know that CIA is still in Laos.

Look, Nikolai.

I'm just a newsman. I run a newspaper.

Sometimes I get to catch bad people doing bad things, but...

Most of the time I just make the trains run on time.

Washington Post is...

powerful paper.

Not powerful enough to piss off the CIA.

And only powerful man can control such powerful paper.

I don't need my ass kissed.

I know who I am.

And I know what got me here.

I deal with the CIA everyday.

Anthony Greenglass is a high ranking agency project manager.

And while I heard him confirm who you are I also heard him tell you no.

Whatever it is you want from me is...

more than I can give.

I need you to put me on plane.

I won't put you on a plane!

You have a story to tell? Great, I still don't know what that story is.

But no story is worth crossing the CIA.

This is different story!

Every story is different but in the end every story is the same.

Mr. Anthony Greenglass is using weaponized Sarin in Laos...

Mr. Howard Simons.

His men have killed thousands throughout north east Laos.

When wind blows correct direction, enemy is killed.

When wind changes direction, entire village is killed instead.

And Mr. Anthony Greenglass will continue to use his stockpile of nerve gas...

until he is exposed.

Mr. Howard Simons?

Are you still there?

Yeah.

So... let me get this straight.

You're accusing a CIA manager...

and a team of special forces...

of committing the worst possible kind of war crimes. Is that it?

Do you believe me, Mr. Howard Simons?

- Got any proof? - Microfiche. Dates. Names.

Locations. Pictures. Everything.

- What do you need? - Get me to Bangkok.

From Bangkok I will fly to Mexico.

You will insist on seeing proof before taking me to America.

This is reasonable.

You have...

many journalist in Mexico?

Scott Webb is in Mexico City.

50 kilometers south of Juarez is abandoned prison named Puerta Cobre.

Mr. Scott Webb will meet me there. I will give him evidence, he will get me to America.

It will take me...

a half an hour to arrange the details.

Can you stay by this phone?

I am comfortable where I am.

Okay. I'll get your plane ticket, Nikolai.

You'll get to Bangkok, Scott will meet you in Mexico...

you'll get the chance to prove whether you're telling the truth or not.

If your evidence is convincing we'll help you get across the border.

There are so many ways this can go south.

If you're another Golytsin my career is over and

and you'll be locked up far away in a place that doesn't exist.

If what you say is true...

and Greenglass finds out we talked we're both dead men.

I am KGB agent, Mr. Howard Simons.

There is no need to talk to me like common man.

Don't leave your room. Don't make any phone calls. Don't order room service.

Don't let the maid in to make the bed.

When you get to the airport...

you wait in a bathroom stall until five minutes before your flight leaves.

Don't do anything, anything that lets anyone get anywhere near you.

Greenglass is not going to get his hands dirty on this one.

He will send someone else.

You can count on that.

I look forward to your next phone call, Mr. Howard Simons.

Yeah...

yeah...

- Yeah. - This is Harper.

Your status report is overdue.

I hadta drive to Davison to find another flight.

Davison.

Must be a goddamn good reason.

You know what, from the moment you called I've been makin' this happen.

Okay, I missed the flight at Quantico but I caught one at Davison, now I'm here...

and I'm on time for the meeting,

so, let me do my job

Your mess is now my mess, Harper.

If the Post confirms Derzhinsky's story

we're both going to spend a lot of time in jail, pal.

- Did I fuck up by helping you out of Laos? - No!

You didn't. I'm here, Greenglass.

And I'm on time.

Webb's spending the next few days in a Juarez jail cell.

And Nikolai Derzhinsky's only one man.

- The situation's under control. - No.

Not until that shitheel chekisty is dead and the evidence is gone.

That's exactly what I'm doin'.

Your next status report is 1400.

This better be done by then.

Stop there.

Stop there.

Turn around.