home « propaganda
B: Bob, CIA Agent
W: Mr. Whiting, Oil Businessman
end of 1:35, home invasion scene
[alarm company calls Mr. Whiting]
[Mr. Whiting arms himself with pistol and checks home. Finds window unlocked, and phone immediately rings.]
beginning of 1:37, diner scene
[Bob is at table, with coffee, waiting]
[Mr. Whiting walks through door, and sits across from Bob]
[small diner at night]
B: You were in Beirut in `84.
W: Mm-hm.
W: I lost friends there, as i'm sure you did.
W: I got a peak at your file. You're a good man. One whose experience is narrow and deep. Your entire career you've been used. And probably never even known what for.
B: I didn't use to need to know.
W: In this town, you're innocent until you're investigated.
B: Innoccent, until investigated? That's nice. It's got a nice ring to it.
B: I bet you've worn some miles on little sayings like that.
[waiter brings coffee]
B: Thank you.
[waiter: M-hm.]
B: Thank you.
W: No.
[Waiter leaves]
B: Gives the listener the sense of the law being written as it's spoken.
B: If anything happens to me or my family, an accident, an accusation, anything; then first your son will disappear.
B: His body will never be found. Then your wife.
B: Her body will never be found either. Now this is guaranteed.
B: Then whatever is the most dangerous thing that you do in your life ... It might be flying in a small plane...
B: Might be walking to the bank...
B: You'll be killed.
B: Do you understand what i'm saying?
B: I want you to acknowledge that you do understand so that we're clear and there won't be any mistakes.
W: Beirut rules, Mr. Barnes?
B: I want my passports back.