Interior: Fusion GPS office, Washington DC
Phone Rings. Glenn Simpson answers it. We cannot hear the other end of the conversation.
Simpson: Right. Right. No, I understand, he’s basically got the thing wrapped up. With the way they award delegates, there’s just no way to stop him at this point. I understand. Well we appreciate your business, Paul. Please don’t hesitate to call us for anything else during the campaign. Okay. You too. Bye.
He hangs up, looking distressed. His partner Peter Fritsch has been watching from across a desk.
Fritsch: What was that about?
Simpson: Paul Singer. He wants to suspended the contract, he says he won’t make any more payments going forward. We’re done.
He throws down pencil he’s been holding. Fritsch lets out an exasperated sigh.
Fritsch: I just hired three contractors on this project! They’ve been working their asses off. This Russian business angle is really starting to pay off.
Simpson: It’s too late, he’s got the nomination wrapped up. Paul’s boy Marco has no shot anymore. It’s done. (He pauses) We’re done.
There’s a moment of silence in the room.
Fritsch: Well… what are we gonna do now?
Simpson thinks a moment.
Simpson: We could always go to the Democrats. I can get a meeting with Marc Elias.
Fritsch: They already have the best oppo money can buy. What do we have that they don’t already know?
Simpson thinks for a second.
Simpson: (motioning with his hands the outline of a marquee) “Trump – Russia”
Fritsch: What’s “Trump – Russia”? (Incredulously)
Simpson: Nothing. …Yet….
Interior: Marc Elias’ office, Perkins Coie Law Firm.
Elias: Okay, what do you guys got?
Simpson: Plenty. Trump University is a scam. Decades of stiffing contractors. Hires illegal immigrants for his hotels while railing against them in his speeches. He’s a millionaire at best, nowhere near being a Billionaire…
Elias looks bored, checks his watch. Fritsch and Simpson exchange nervous looks. Time to swing for the fences.
Fritsch: There’s something else. Russia.
Elias: Russia? (Confused) What about Russia?
Fritsch: We think you guys will really want to pay attention to the Russian angle.
Silence. Elias is confused, both slightly irritated and curious.
Simpson: Trump sells a disproportionate amount of his condos to Russians. In cash. He has visited several times to Moscow looking to do a big deal there. He recently held his Miss Universe Pageant there. And he has close ties to a Russian mafia member named Felix Sater.
Elias: Huh. That’s interesting. We’ve got a mountain of research on this guy, but I haven’t heard any of this before.
Fritsch: Just think, the party of Reagan, suddenly nominating a man with close financial ties to the Evil Empire. One might even question where his loyalty lies. He’s suggested we shouldn’t be paying to defend NATO. And that Russia should be allowed to take Crimea! He’s basically a Manchurian Candidate.
Elias seems startled by this last suggestion.
Elias: That’s going a little far, don’t you think?
Simpson: It’s not an angle anyone is looking at now, but given my journalist contacts, it very quickly could be a major issue in discussion.
Elias thinks about it.
Elias: Huh. Well it’s definitely new. And none of this other crap sticks, (shifts through papers) the bankruptcies, the divorces, no one gives a shit, it’s baked into the cake with this guy. But this is interesting. No one likes a whiff of conflicting loyalties. I like it. Let’s go forward.
Exterior Perkins Coie Law Firm, walking to parked car.
Fritsch: We’re back!
Simpson: And in to a much deeper pocket.
Fritsch: They’re going to want something good though. He really liked the mob and conflicted loyalty thing. All we really have right now is condos.
Simpson: We’ve got something else.
Fritsch: What’s that? Have you been holding out on me?
Simpson: Paul Manafort. I’m hearing rumors he could be joining the campaign. I already have a file a mile wide on the guy, been following him for years. Ukraine, not Russia, but working for a pro-Russian party. Should he join the campaign, the checks will write themselves.
Fritsch: Interesting. I know a Ukrainian politician pretty well, a guy named Leshchenko. I’ll call him and see what he knows about Manafort.
Simpson nods as they get in an older model BMW. Simpson’s phone rings.
Simpson looks at Fritsch, surprised at the caller ID.
Simpson: Chris, how’s it going?
Christopher Steele is on the other end of the call.
Steele: It’s busy. Very busy Glenn. In fact, I’m calling because I need to farm some work out to you. Just routine asset location, for a very wealthy individual who’s been cheated.
Simpson: Ok. Well things are kind of busy here too. I’m not sure if we’re going to have the time and manpower to take on another assignment right now. Who is the person you need us to look into?
Steele: Paul Manafort
Very Upscale Hotel Lobby, NYC
Paul Manafort is meeting with Tom Barrack about getting a job on the Trump Campaign.
Barrack: You know I think the world of your abilities Paul, but this isn’t Ukraine. This is the Big Leagues. You’ve been out of play for a very long time.
Manafort: But I know Republican Conventions. I’ve been counting delegates since 76 for Gerald Ford. I held off Reagan, when everyone could see he was the destiny of the Republican Party. Not the greatest result ultimately, I’ll grant you, but quite a feat for a young up and comer. I managed the damn convention in 1996 for Bob Dole. I know how these things operate. And let me tell you, they will steal the nomination from Trump, mark my words. They’re having meetings about how to do it right now, I guarantee you. But I know every trick they’re thinking about, better than they do.
Barrack: Trump doesn’t like that you’re friends with Roger Stone. He thinks stone is small time, doesn’t want him near the campaign. Can’t shake him though, like a dog with fleas.
Manafort: I barely talk to Stone. Like you said, I’ve been in Ukraine the last 16 years. It’s nice that he’s pushing so hard for me, but I need you to talk to Donald. You’re the voice he trusts, that he respects.
Barrack considers in silence.
Manafort: Here (taking out a folded paper from his expensive suit pocket) I wrote out a resume even. Everything I’ve done, everything I can do for him. And I’ll work for free.
Barrack: For free?!
Manafort: For free. I just wanna help him win.
Barrack: And get back in the game. (pointing at him with the papers knowingly) Your boy really got the boot over there. Man, when it goes bad over there it gets dicey quick.
Manafort: Tell me about it. American politics is child’s play.
Barrack: Ha. Well, he’ll like that you will work for free. He’s paying for all of this out of his own pocket you know.
Interior Washington Post Board Room. Donald Trump is coming in for an interview as the new unstoppable nominee for the Republican Party.
Post Publisher Fredrick Ryan welcomes Trump in.
Trump: New building. This is very nice. Good luck with it.
Ryan: Thanks. We’ve heard you’re going to be announcing your foreign policy team shortly. Any you can share with us?
Trump: Well I hadn’t thought of doing it, but if you want I can give you some of the names. Walid Phares, who you probably know, adviser to the House Republican caucus. Carter Page, PhD. George Papadopolous, he’s an energy and oil consultant, excellent guy. (Trump’s voice trails off as we shift across the ocean to George Papadopolous in England)
Interior of George Papadopolous’ living room. He’s watching reruns of Fox News. Judge Andrew Napalitano is on as a guest.
Napalitano: What my sources are telling me is that right this very moment there’s a discussion going on in the Kremlin about what to do with 20,000 emails from Hillary Clinton’s server they’ve hacked, and whether to release that during the campaign.
The phone rings, distracting George form watching, he bolts upright at seeing who’s on the caller id.
Papadopolous: Ericka, hi. How’s it going?
Ericka Thompson, who George has met through mutual acquaintances and is hoping to get in bed, despite her having a boyfriend, is on the line.
Thompson: Good. Hey George, some friends and I are getting together tonight for a few drinks, care to join?
Papadopolous Sure, where at?
Interior Fusion GPS office.
Fritsch: So I talked to my Ukranian guy.
Simpson: Did he have anything good? I’m having a hell of a time just finding where Manafort has stashed all that Ukranian money.
Frisch: So, it’s funny you should mention that. My guy says a lot of the money was off the books. Well, except there is a book. A ledger. To be specific a black ledger.
Simpson: A Black Ledger. (not sure where this is going)
Fritsch: Right, and apparently it shows Manafort receiving millions in cash under the table from the Party of Regions.
Simpson: Huh. Any idea where the cash went?
Fritsch: None.
Simpson: Great. Well, any ties to Russia
Fritsch: None that I’m aware of.
Simpson: Great (exasperated). Well I’ve gotta call Chris and tell him that we’ve hit a dead end. I hate to let him down.
Fritsch: Isn’t Steele a Russian expert?
Simpson: Expert at taking their money!
Fritsch: No, c’mon, I’m serious, didn’t he used to work in Moscow for MI6?
Simpson: Yes he did.
Fritsch: Well when you call him to give him the bad news, why not make him an offer to make up for our lack of progress.
Simpson: What kind of offer?
Fritsch: A Dossier. From an ex-MI6 agent, on (makes marquee hand gesture) “Trump – Russia”
Simpson leans back in his chair considering the idea. He knows this is crossing a line, but given the desperate state of both projects, the DNC and Steele’s wealthy client, this might be his only option.
Simpson: Alright, I’ll make the call.
Interior, casual hip bar in London.
George is quite drunk at a table of young political operatives from various countries living in England.
Thompson: George, how can you work for that buffoon!
George: Trump is going to be President of the United States. I guarantee you. And I’ll be working in the White House, so you might wanna show some respect.
Ericka Thompson’s boyfriend pipes in.
Boyfriend: No bloody way in hell. Hillary Clinton is a shoo-in.
George: No, I’m confident Trump will win.
The booth becomes silent at George’s conviction.
George: The Clintons have a lot of baggage, and the Trump team has a lot of (hiccups) material we can use on her. And… And (in a hushed tone) I hear Russia has some damaging material they may release as well, during the campaign.
Thompson: Russia?! Where did you hear that George?
George makes several bizarre motions but can’t get out a sentence.
George: I have… believe me… I have many connections… in many places.
Boyfriend: A Real International Man of Mystery!
Interior FBI NY Field Office. Carter Page is being debriefed before a big Russian spy trial he is a witness in.
Female FBI Agent: So just relax up there, tell the truth, you’ll do just fine.
Page: I always tell the truth, I have nothing to hide.
FBI agent nods.
Page: In fact when I was just in Moscow I told the Foreign Minister that I was “male-1” in this case. Just… you know, in the spirit of openness.
The FBI agent’s face goes white.
FBI: You told them that.
Page: Yeah, you know, just in the spirit of openness.
FBI: uh huh.
The FBI writes a note on her legal pad “open ci investigation”
Interior of Christopher Steele’s English home. The phone rings.
Steele: Glenn, how’s it coming on the Manafort case? I just heard he was named to the Trump Campaign. That puts a bit of urgency in to the matter, I must tell you. My client is very eager to get his money back form Mr. Manafort and doesn’t like to think he might have some sort of immunity now.
Simpson: Well, it does complicate things a little Chris.
Steele: Complicate how?
Simpson: Well, a couple cases have now intersected for us. Your case. And… the Election.
Steele: The American Election
Simpson: Right, specifically the one Manafort is at the helm of.
Steele: Donald Trump?
Simpson: Right.
Steele: Oh dear.
Simpson: Yeah, it’s tricky, but the thing is, it could actually be a blessing in disguise.
Steele: go on….
Simpson: Well…. When was the last time you were in Russia?
Steele: Oh God, it’s been decades.
Simpson: Well, you still have contacts over there right?
Steele: Not really. The closest I have to a Russian contact is young Igor who works for us as a contractor.
There’s a pregnant pause.
Steele: What are you getting at Glenn?
Simpson: We’ve got a research project. On Trump. But it’s hit a dead end. It has to do with Trump’s ties to Russia. It pays VERY WELL.
Steele makes a interested face upon hearing those words.
Interior of Alexander Downer’s office.
Downer: He said what?
Thompson: He said he thinks Russia has damaging material on Hillary Clinton that they will release during the campaign. Also he said they had other material on her as well. He seemed very confident they would win because of it.
Downer: Well God let’s hope not.
He pauses to think.
Downer: Let me meet him. Yes, set up a drink for me with him, you tag along. Let’s see what he has to say, we’ll wire to Canberra the results. Never know…
Interior of the New Economic School, Moscow. Carter Page is giving a rambling speech. The audience is bored and not sure why he is speaking at their graduation.
Page: We must reject the old Cold War way of thinking and embrace all that the West and Russia have in common, and can achieve together.
We zero on two officials in the wings. They are speaking Russian with subtitles
Official 1: Who is this guy? Why was he invited?
Official 2: He works for Trump. He loves Russia. It’s a chance at good relations.
Carter can be heard continuing his speech, which has gone on well too long.
Official 1: But he’s an idiot!
Exterior NYC courthouse. Glenn Simpson is about to go inside for an unrelated case. But first he’s on the phone with Christopher Steele.
Simpson: Is it done?
Steele: (guiltily) yes. It’s written. The first bit at least.
Simpson: You made it sound convincing, like spy stuff?
Steele: Business intelligence, Glenn. That’s the business we’re in, remember?
Simpson: Sure. Well email it to me, I’ve gotta sit through this long boring Prevezon case today and I need something to read anyway.
Steele: No way. I can’t do that Glenn. I’ll send it by FedEx.
Simpson: FedEx?! It’s a word doc, right?!
Steele: Glenn, this is a very sensitive position you’ve put me in. I could getall of England in trouble for doing this. I’m mailing it. You’ll get it in a few days.
Interior Rob Goldstone’s office.
Goldstone: Emin, hello, how are you?
Emin Agalarov, Rob’s celebrity Russian client.
Agalarov: My Father happened to run in to a very well-connected lawyer today. I need you to get a meeting. For her. With Donald Trump. Do you think you can make that happen?
Goldstone: Who is she?
Agalarov: She’s well-connected, that’s all you need to know.
Goldstone: Well, what should I tell him it’s about?
Agalarov: I don’t know. Make something up. You’re a publicist.
Exterior Federal Courthouse
Simpson hangs up and sighs. He heads into the courthouse. He sees Natalia Veselnetskya waiting outside the chambers.
Simpson: Natalia, nice to see you again.
Veselnetskya nods politely and says something in Russian. Simpson asks the man next to here, Rinat Akhmetsin
Simpson: so, any plans while in NY?
Akhmetsin, though he speaks English, just shrugs…
Interior Simpson’s office. An open FedEx envelope is on his desk and he’s reading the Dossier. Peter Fritsch walks in.
Fritsch: Is that it?
Simpson: This is it.
Fritsch: Is it good?
Simpson: Oh, it’s… interesting.
Fritsch: Anything the DNC can use?
Simpson: That I’m not so sure about.
Interior ITV Press studios. Julian Assange is being interviewed.
Assange: WikiLeaks has a very big year ahead. We have a lot of material in relation to Hillary Clinton that we will be releasing shortly.
Image fades to laptop screen of interview in DNC headquarters.
DNC tech worker: What do you think he has?
DNC employee: I don’t know, but we should do an entire sweep of our system just in case. Call Crowdstrike.
A day later, DNC offices, Crowdstrike CEO Shawn Henry delivers the bad news.
Henry: It does look like you’ve been hacked. We can’t see when it was exfiltrated, but someone archived every email for export.
Gasps as the DNC chieftans consider the possibilities.
DNC chief: So someone has our emails. Maybe even Wikileaks.
Henry: It’s quite possible.
DNC chief: Any idea who did it.
Henry: Attribution for these things is difficult, there’s many different variables that go into it…
DNC chief interrupts him.
DNC chief: Was it Russia?
Henry: Russia?
DNC chief: Yeah, we’ve… been told to look out for Russia.
Henry: Huh. I mean, sure, it could be Russia.
A Flat Screen TV is on CNN. Jake Tapper is announcing the WikiLeaks release of DNC emails. The camera pulls back to reveal we are in Alexander Downer’s office.
Downer: Ericka! Ericka, get in here!
Ericka Thompson enters the room. Downer motions to the TV.
Downer: It’s what he said. It’s just what the little pissant said would happen! Call the US Embassy tell them I need to see the Ambassador.
She leaves the room to do so. He calls after her.
Downer: Tell them it’s urgent!
Interior of the US Embassy. Downer and Thompson are shown in to an ornate office. Elizabeth Dibble enters the room to greet them.
Dibble: Mr. Downer, this is a pleasant surprise. What brings you in today?
Downer: Is the Ambassador not in?
Dibble: Away on business I’m afraid. You’re stuck with me. How can I be of service?
Downer hesitates, unsure of whether he will be taken serious.
Downer: A Campaign aide of Trump’s, here in London, told me and my assistant some very unusual predictions which appear to very suspiciously have come true.
Interior FBI HQ. Pete Strzok’s office. He’s texting Lisa Page.
Strzok: Are you free tonight?
Page sees the text come through, but is rubbing the shoulders of Andrew McCabe. She makes a dismissive face.
Back in Pete’s office the phone rings.
Pete: Pete Strzok.
He listens intently.
Pete: The Wikileaks releases, sure. He… he knew ahead of time? Can you email me over the information?! As soon as possible, yes.
Pete texts Lisa once again.
Strzok: Big development. Please call me!
Interior FBI board room. Bill Priestap, Andrew McCabe, Strzok, Page, and several others are reviewing the communique from England.
Strzok: He “suggested” (making air quotes) that Russia had “suggested” (air quotes again) that they could assist the campaign by releasing material damaging to Hillary Clinton.
Page: Which is just what happened!
McCabe: He suggested.
Priestap: No, They suggested.
Strzok: The Russians suggested.
McCabe: Suggested Papadopolous.
Silence.
Strzok: Right. So what do you think?
Priestap: Pretty shaky. But what’s the harm in investigating. If they’re innocent…
McCabe: Right… (his voice trailing off) This guy is such a small fry though. It can’t be him who’s talking to the Russians.
Page: Who is it then?
McCabe: Flynn. It’s gotta be Flynn.
Priestap: The National Security Advisor? Would Papadopoulos even be in touch with him?
Strzok: It’s gotta be someone lower, more on George’s level.
Page: Why not George himself?
Strzok: I don’t think so, I’ve looked into him. No Russian contacts that I can tell.
Priestap: What about Carter Page?
McCabe: Yes!
Strzok: He’s in Russia as we speak. The Russians attempted to recruit him just last year. The guy is completely out to lunch.
McCabe: It’s gotta be him. (pauses) Or Flynn!
Page: What about Paul Manafort, the new campaign manager.
Strzok: Super shady.
Priestap: Hell, let’s just open on all three of them.
McCabe: And Flynn!
Priestap: Maybe. At some point.
Interior DNC Offices. Robby Mook is meeting with Simpson and Fritsch.
Mook: Thanks for coming guys. You know I’ve done opposition research before, but I’ve never seen it come into play like this before.
Simpson: Right.
Mook: I mean, because you guys tried to warn us, about Russia, and Trump.
Fritsch: Yes, we’ve been working on that investigation. (he starts to take out a file but Mook excitedly keeps talking)
Mook: Cause I mean, you guys said, that Trump was in bed with Russia, and then Russia hacked us!
Simpson: Russia hacked you?
Mook: Haven’t you seen it?! It’s all over the news.
Simpson: sure, sure, but can I ask, how do you know it was Russia
An awkward silence fills the room.
Mook: Well, I mean, we thought about your research, and we asked Crowdstrike, you know, could it be Russia, and they said yeah.
Fritsch: They said it could be Russia.
Simpson: Well you know, Peter, nothing in the cyber world is ever a sure thing.
Fritsch: right, sure.
Mook: Well, we were hoping, you know, given your knowledge on this, you could give us some more insight into, Trump’s relationship with Putin.
Simpson: Right. (he pauses) So, we contracted out to a former British spy with deep contacts in the Kremlin, and he came up with some… interesting information.
Interior FBI headquarters. Another meeting in the conference room.
Strzok: So we’re giving the Trump Campaign a briefing, just typical national security basics, kind of a courtesy thing. We’re going to try to gauge their reactions to things when we bring up Russia.
Priestap: Ok. Fine. What else have we got? It’s been three weeks, where are we on Crossfire Hurricane.
Page: Well, we’ve opened on Michael Flynn
McCabe interrupts: Yes!
Page: Just given his travels to Russia and all.
Priestap: Doesn’t he have a top secret clearance? Didn’t he get that renewed?
Page: Yes, but that was before, you know, the emails and everything. Anyway so now we have four investigations going, including into Campaign Chairman Paul Manafort.
Strzok: Manafort’s the guy if you ask me.
McCabe: Flynn.
Awkward silence
Page: So we’ll be gauging reactions at the briefing. Also we’re sending in an undercover to talk to Papadopolous.
McCabe: Dead End.
Page: Maybe.
Priestap: Who are you sending in?
Stzok: A hot blonde.
Page: If he knows anything he’ll talk. Meanwhile, we continue to think Carter Page is the most likely target for working with Russia. (McCabe gives angry face) Unfortunately, OGC won’t sign off on a FISA. Not enough evidence for probable cause they say.
Strzok: That’s ridiculous. We need that FISA. We need to find out if any of this is true. Even if Trump isn’t likely to win. Think of it… think of it as an insurance policy, in the unlikely event that you die before you reach 40.
Interior Fusion GPS offices. Simpson receives a call.
Simpson: Hi Marc, mind if I put you on speaker, Peter’s here as well.
Elias: Sure. Look. These memos are bombshell stuff. Where’s this coming from? Can you back this up?
Simpson: Well, you know, Chris has a network of sources deep in the Kremlin, can’t really identify them for their own protection.
Fritsch makes a face that says “I hope he buys that!”
Simpson: But it’s solid. If Chris got it, you can take it to the bank.
Elias: Well, Hillary has read it.
Both gulp.
Elias: And actually she wants you to take it to the FBI. She’s sick of being the only candidate with an FBI investigation, and given the DNC’s dirty laundry is being published all over the press, she want something done about these allegations.
Simpson: Understandable, it’s terrible what happened.
Elias: Right. So, do either of you have connections at the FBI? That you could get this to? We can’t be the ones to bring it to them, you understand.
Simpson: Of Course not. Of course not. Um, you know I think Chris actually has FBI connections.
Elias: The guy who wrote this? The guy in England?
Simpson: Right.
Elias: Oh well that’s perfect. Yeah have him get this to the FBI. Don’t worry they’ll investigate it, we’ll make sure of that. And then…
Simpson: yes?
Elias: We need to get this in press. Do you think you can do that?
Simpson: That’s my specialty. But it’ll help if the FBI is already looking at it. That’ll provide what they call a news hook.
Elias: Great, well let’s get that going.
Simpson calls Steele.
Simpson: Chris, do you still have contacts in the FBI?
Steele: Many, why?
Simpson: We need to take the Dossier to them.
Steele: What?! I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.
Simpson: I’ve got orders, form the very top.
Steele: The top, like, Hillary?
Simpson: Yes. I can get you more money as well.
Steele: Alright, I’ll start making calls.
Interior FBI offices. Strzok’s knocking on Lisa Page’s office door.
Strzok: Hey, are you free tonight?
Page: No, sorry, I have to work late for Andy.
Strzok: You two work late quite a lot lately.
Page: Jealous much Pete?
Strzok: I’ve been looking at this Dossier thing. This is garbage.
Page: Who cares, you want that FISA don’t you? We’re using it, then you can find out once and for all if Carter Page is who you think.
Strzok: Yeah.
Page: That’s all that matters, in the end. We can’t let Trump become President. Right? Right?!
Strzok: No, no. Don’t worry, We’ll stop him. So… are you free tomorrow night?
Interior Michael Isikoff’s office. Phone rings.
Isikoff: Isikoff here
Simpson: Michael, I have a scoop for you.
Isikoff: Ooh, good, I like those.
Simpson: It involves an ex-MI6 agent, who has gathered bombshell evidence that a Trump aid named Carter Page is working with Russians to hack the DNC in exchange for sanctions relief.
Isikoff: Woah, I’m all ears. Do you have proof?
Simpson: No, but… the FBI is looking into the allegations seriously. And I can prove that.
Isikoff: Oh that’s perfect! I can totally use that.
October 31st. Eric Lichtblau, reporter for the NY Times is calling Pete Strzok.
Strzok: Pete Strzok
Lichtblau: Pete, this is Eric at the Times. I have some information I’d like to run by you, off the record.
Strzok: Oh great. Ok, what?
Lichtblau: We understand you’ve been investigating Trump’s connections to Russia and the hacking of the DNC. Can you tell us how it’s coming? I’ve got Hillary people breathing down my neck on this.
Strzok: You too, huh? Yeah, look, all I can tell you is there’s nothing to it. It’s bullshit. We’ve turned every fucking stone and can’t find shit. We had a tip from a Diplomat but it could have just been bar talk. There’s various actors pushing crap in to us about servers and sanctions and things I can’t even discuss they’re so disgusting and we can’t verify any of it. And that’s after a lot of investigating. So, write what you want, keep me anonymous. But that’s the story, no big there there.
Lichtblau: Got it, thanks Pete.
Interior Fusion GPS office. Steele calls.
Steele: Glenn, what the hell is this story in the Times!
Simpson: I know I know. It’s a nightmare.
Steele: This whole operation is going to shit. Are we still gonna get the million?!
Simpson: Yes, calm down.
Steele: Calm down, my ass. If I know Hillary, she’s not paying us after this debacle. I need to talk to reporters.
Simpson: We talked to over a dozen that one day in DC.
Steele: And none of them wrote anything! Listen, you dragged me in to this, now it’s my ass on the line, my name on that stupid Dossier, and we’re not gonna get the million!
Simpson: We’ll get the million.
Steele: Bullshit. I’m calling David Corn. He’ll publish something, watch.
Election Night. Peter Strzok is watching in disbelief as Trump is declared President. He texts Lisa Page.
Strzok: OMG I can’t believe this is happening.
Page: Don’t ever text me again.
Interior of the Oval Office, the White House. Obama has called John Brennan in.
Obama: John thanks for coming. Now I’m sure you’ve heard all of the talk in the news about Russia being behind the Wikileaks releases, and Trump maybe even being involved.
Brennan: Yes Mr. President, we’ve been covering it closely.
Obama: Well, I think the country needs to know, definitively.
Brennan: Right.
Obama: Do you think you could, do that? For the country?
Brennan: Yes Mr. President I believe we can. I’ll get an Intelligence Community Assessment together.
Obama: Ok, great. But don’t… Don’t use the British stuff. You know what I mean?
Brennan: Yes sir, and no, no we won’t. I have my own man, deep in the Kremlin. He’s been sending me confidential reports all year that track very closely with what’s been in the press, about Trump and Russia.
Obama: Really, great. Well, bring him here, to the US just to be safe. We can buy him a house. I just don’t want to use the British thing. We’ll let the press have that one.
Brennan: Understood sir.
Obama: Thanks John, thanks for taking care of this.
THE END.