INT. OBCO OFFICE MEETING ROOM - DAY

The FBI agents, Alan, and some other people are in a big meeting room, in the middle of a meeting. Alan's mobile phone rings. He looks at it, slightly annoyed, and answers it.

ALAN

Alan Z.

VERA

I know what you did. I'm sitting in your home office looking at your files.

ALAN
(Covers the phone with a hand.)

I'm sorry, guys, I need to take this. I'll only be a minute or two.

Alan rises from his chair, and goes outside the meeting room to talk.

ALAN

OK, I can talk now.

VERA

I know what you did. How could you? And why?

ALAN

What do you mean?

VERA

I'm sitting at your home computer. You have such interesting recordings here. Who are these guys, Red and Green?

ALAN

Oh dear.

VERA

You can say that again. What's going on, Alan? I never figured you for a terrorist.

ALAN

You don't understand. It wasn't supposed to be like that.

VERA

Yeah, right.

ALAN

No, really.

VERA

Well, I'm not going to take the fall for this. Neither is Carl. You're going down.

ALAN

Yeah, I know. I have been setting up a situation where I can tell and walk. You two are soldiers in my troops. You don't think I'd leave you like that?

VERA

I wouldn't have thought you'd put us in this position in the first place.

ALAN

It all went horribly wrong. I didn't know you had connections with the Russian Mafia.

VERA

Only because I grew up in a bad neighborhood.

ALAN

Here's what I propose. I'll call the FBI agent I know right now, while I leave the building. I don't want to go to prison for this, so I'll make a run for it, but I'll tell them everything I did. Is that acceptable?

VERA

You have five minutes. After that, I'll make a phone call of my own.