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: All right, so what else? What else do I need to know? Nathan Muir
: Put away some money so you can die someplace warm and don't ever touch it. Not for anyone, ever. Tom Bishop
: Okay, is that it? Nathan Muir
: Don't *ever* risk your life for an asset. If it comes down to you or them... send flowers.
: See that building across the way? Tom Bishop
: Yeah. Nathan Muir
: Do you know anyone there? Tom Bishop
: No. Nathan Muir
: In five minutes I want to see you on the balcony. Tom Bishop
: What do... Nathan Muir
: Five minutes. Tom Bishop
: Can't we discuss it over coffee? Nathan Muir
: You just lost ten seconds.
: I take it you didn't get to be a marksman putting food on your mama's table. Tom Bishop
: No, sir. We have a Safeway back home. Nathan Muir
: Where'd you leard to shoot? Tom Bishop
: Boy scouts, sir. Nathan Muir
: What, are you kidding me? Tom Bishop
: No, sir.
: She's just someone I used to get to the camp. Nathan Muir
: She gonna be of any more use to us? Tom Bishop
: Not to us.
: Tell me. Is it hard? Tom Bishop
: Is what hard? Dr. Ahmed
: Is it hard? To take a life? Tom Bishop
: [Long pause after a sigh
: Central Intelligence? Nathan Muir
: You'd be working for me. Mostly undercover.
: Happy? Nathan Muir
: Seventy-four casualties, an apartment block leveled, one dead terrorist? Yeah, happy. Tom Bishop
: We have some fucked up barometer for success, don't we?
: [walking in on Nathan Muir shaving
] My god, you're hideous! Why do you even bother?
[Muir indicates a fat man sitting at a table reading a menu
] Nathan Muir
: The man reading the menu. Threat? Tom Bishop
: Only to the hostess.
: So, when do I get my first assignment? Nathan Muir
: When I decide you're ready.
: You just gave her four pieces of personal information for one dubious impersonal fact. Tom Bishop
: Just trying to find out where she got that dress.
: I thought spies drank martinis. Nathan Muir
: Scotch, never less than twelve years old. Tom Bishop
: Is that right? Agency rules? Nathan Muir
: My rules.
: Don't tell me that. Don't fucking tell me that. You didn't look in his eyes. Don't tell me that! Nathan Muir
: He was your asset, somebody you use for information. Tom Bishop
: Ah, Jesus Christ, you just... You don't just trade these people like they're baseball cards! It's not a fucking game! Nathan Muir
: Oh, yes it is. It's exactly what it is. And it's no kid's game either. This is a whole other game. And it's serious and it's dangerous. And it's not one you want to lose. Tom Bishop
: Nathan, we killed this man. We used him and we killed him. Okay, then you got to help me understand this one. You got... Nathan, what are we doing here? And don't give me some bullshit about the greater good. Nathan Muir
: That's exactly what it's about. Because what we do is unfortunately very, very necessary. And if you're not willing to sacrifice scum like Schmidt for those that want nothing more than their freedom, then you better take a long hard look at your chosen profession my friend. Because it doesn't get any easier. You wanna walk? You wanna walk, walk.
: Fuck your rules, Nathan. Nathan Muir
: Okay, but tonight they saved your life.
: Happy Birthday, Nathan. Did you know Langley has seven different birth dates for you? Nathan Muir
: And they're all wrong. Tom Bishop
: I know, believe me, it wasn't easy. KGB, Mossad, also wrong. Fortunately I was well trained.
: [to Nathan Muir
] I'm done with the reasons, Nathan. I'm done with you. I'm not ending up like you.
: Vodka did me in, I'm comin' home. Nathan Muir
: Throw out the bottle. They know.