(DOOR CLOSES)
The Judge :
So, Jim, I heard Your Guy is
speaking with a phony accent.
Does he keep that up all the time?
The Advocate :
Actually, I'm pretty sure that's just the way he talks.
He's got the Russian name but a British passport.
The Judge :
Well, I doubt that that's genuine.
So, Jim, where are we? I see here...
The Advocate :
Yes, uh, Judge, you see, I just don't think
that three weeks is going to do it, here.
We... We got a massive amount
of evidence, as you know.
The Judge :
You wanna postpone?
The Advocate :
Six weeks.
I mean, there's just myself
and my associate, basically.
The Judge :
Jim, is this serious?
The Advocate :
Sir...?
The Judge :
Is this serious?
The Advocate :
Yes. Yes, indeed, it is.
You can see in the filing...
The Judge :
Jim, this man is a Soviet spy.
The Advocate :
Allegedly.
The Judge :
Come on, Counselor!
The Advocate :
Your Honour?
The Judge :
Of course, I salute you.
We all salute you for taking on
a thankless task.
This man has to have due process.
But let's not kid each other.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
The Judge :
He'll receive a capable defense.
And, God Willing, he'll be convicted.
Come on, Counselor.
Let's not play games with this.
Not in my courtroom.
We have a date and
we're going to trial.
(DOOR CLOSES)
The Advocate :
Taxi!
Taxi!
I see your light on!
Son of a Bitch.
Can't wait to get back to Manhattan.
His light was on, right?
Son of a bitch.
MAN:
Against their level of comfort.
The statute hasn't changed.
The Advocate :
Oh, excuse me, sir.
Pardon me. Sorry. Oh!
(CHATTERING CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
The C.I.A. :
Mr. Donovan.
The Advocate :
What?
What?
The Advocate :
(TUTTING)
CIA.
The C.I.A. :
Yeah. I just wanted to chat.
How's the case going?
The Advocate :
Case is going great. Couldn't be better.
Mmm-hmm.
The C.I.A. :
Has Your Guy talked?
The Advocate :
Excuse me.
The C.I.A. :
You met him. Has he talked?
Has he said anything yet?
The Advocate :
We're not having this conversation.
The C.I.A. :
No, of course not.
The Advocate :
No, I mean, we really are not having it.
You're asking me to violate
attorney-client privilege.
The C.I.A. :
Oh, come on, Counselor.
The Advocate :
You know, I wish people like you would quit saying
"Oh, come on, Counselor."
I didn't like it the first time it happened today.
A Judge said it to me twice.
And the more I hear it,
the more I don't like it.
The C.I.A. :
Okay, well, listen, I understand
attorney-client privilege.
I understand all the
legal gamesmanship.
And I understand
that's how you make a living.
But I'm talking to you about something else.
The Security of Your Country.
And I'm sorry if the way I put it offends you.
But we need to know
what Abel is telling you.
You understand me, Donovan?
We need to know.
Don't go "Boy Scout" on me.
We don't have A Rule Book, here.
The Advocate :
.....You're Agent Hoffman, yeah?
The C.I.A. :
Yeah.
The Advocate :
German extraction?
The C.I.A. :
Yeah, so?
The Advocate :
My Name's Donovan. Irish.
Both sides, Mother and Father.
I'm Irish, You're German.
But what makes us both Americans?
Just one thing.
One, one, one.
The Rule Book.
We call it The Constitution
and we agree to The Rules,
and that's
What Makes Us Americans —
It's all that makes us Americans, so don't tell me
“There's no rule book.”, and don't nod at me
like that, you Son of A Bitch.
Donovan gets up and starts to leave.
The C.I.A. :
Do we need to worry about you?
The Advocate :
Not if I'm left alone to do My Job.
