INT. SPECIAL CASES UNIT - DAY
Bolsom leaves Todd's office and bumps into Masterson, passing by. Masterson stops him gently, raising an open hand.
MIKE MASTERSON: Good to see you.
PETER BOLSOM (sarcastic): Really?
MIKE MASTERSON: I would just like to say how honored I am to be working with one of the best agents in the bureau, one with such an impressive record.
PETER BOLSOM: Cut the crap. You're a buffoon, a disaster. I'll report you to the boys upstairs one day, I swear.
Masterson is upset at first, but recovers. He smiles, finally.
MIKE MASTERSON: You know, Bolson? You're a good agent. But you don't know a thing about politics. In a couple of years you'll retire exactly where you are now - a field agent, after a whole life of dedication and service. If you're lucky, with a few cents to feed the pigeons on Farragut square. I, on the other hand, will be assistant director.
PETER BOLSOM: Not as long as I work in this office.
They stare at each other, in silence. Then, Masterson groans.
MIKE MASTERSON: Why are we staring each other, like two idiots?
PETER BOLSOM: I don't know.
They walk off in opposite directions.
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Special Cases Unit
Ficção GeralYou are about to know the best agents at the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI). They work at Special Cases Unit, an elite division created to improve FBI's reputation after the War on Terror. This team works hard, no matter how challenging the j...
