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This is True Spies. So here we are in this restaurant, and I'm thinking, there's no way I can convince this woman to change her mind. And then I heard her say something under her breath. And by this time, she was crying. I could see tears. And I leaned in close, and I said, what did she say? And she said, I can do this. This is True Spies. Episode 61, The Sociopathic Spy.

High-tech solutions, silenced pistols, poison pills. We've heard it all on True Spies. But really, isn't that just window dressing? Strip that all away, and what are you left with? What will you find in the soul of a spy? The answer to that is another question. Am I one of the good guys?

The same way I consider a Marine Corps sniper who takes an Al-Qaeda bomb maker into his sights at a thousand yards a moral person, I consider what I did to be moral as well. Now close your eyes, dig deep, ask yourself, where do your limits lie? How far would you go to get what you need from someone else? Thought about it? Good.

Hold on to those conclusions, because by the end of this episode, you'll know whether you've got what it takes to spy for your country. And who better to guide us down that dark and winding path than this week's true spy, James C. Lawler. You can call him Jim. Yes, my name is Jim Lawler. I was a CIA operations officer for 25 years and served in five overseas posts.

Within the US intelligence community, Jim's kind of a big deal. The operation that defined his career was the disruption of the most dangerous nuclear weapons network in history. We're talking serious stakes. But this episode isn't about that. Give it a few decades and maybe we'll be able to pry open that particular can of radioactive worms. No, this story takes place at the start of Jim's career, at a time where the skills that made his name were still raw and unhoned.

It's a story about persistence, using every tool at your disposal to bind others to your will, to persuade another person to override their instinct for self-preservation by capitalizing on their deepest desires or their darkest insecurities.

I have a philosophy that everybody is recruitable given the right amount of stress, the right amount of extreme unhappiness. I frequently say, you know, I never ever recruited a happy person. You don't recruit happy people. You recruit unhappy people. Now retired from the agency, Kim lives a quieter life as an author and consultant. He's still a respected voice in the world of secret intelligence. He's also...

Well, he'll tell you himself. A good psychiatrist friend of mine once said, "Jim, you're nothing but a sociopath, but one within lanes. Those lanes are US laws." A sociopath, if you're unfamiliar with the term, is a person who feels little to no genuine remorse for their immoral or amoral actions. A person for whom manipulation is as natural as breathing, and deceit is second nature.

For a spy, that's not a bad skill set to have. But a life in the shadows was never really on the cards for Jim Lawler.

I was in my last year of law school and like a lot of last year graduate students, there's only one thing on your mind and that's to find a job. And I was interviewing with a number of different law firms and lo and behold, the CIA was coming to campus to try and interview for attorneys for our Office of General Counsel. And so on a whim, I just went to this interview and chatted with a former case officer, that's an operations officer,

whose name was Bill Wood, and Mr. Wood and I started chatting, and he said, "Jim, have you ever thought about the clandestine service?" And I looked at him and I said, "Well, I don't even know what that is." And he said, "You know, I have this feeling that you'd be good at this." By "this," Mr. Wood meant recruiting foreign agents for the USA. Now, Jim can take a compliment almost as well as he gives one, but at the time, he was in no position to make an unplanned career change.

Well, I thought about it, you know, briefly. But the possibility that my wife and I would move 1,500 miles across country and then abroad was really out of the question because my mother-in-law, my wife's mother, was sick and it just was not going to be in the cards. So I returned the application to him. So as a young graduate looking down the barrel of an uncertain future, Jim chose security over excitement.

He took up a senior position in his family's steel business in Texas. In time, that was a decision he'd come to regret. I always like to ask how many people, you know, have been in a family-owned business and why they're no longer in a family-owned business. And it usually focuses on that first word, family. The incredible thing was, is I was making a lot of money, but very, very unhappy, not satisfied at all.

And I came home every day after work complaining until about three and a half years into this, my wife finally said, "Jim, look, either do something about this or stop your belly aching." This was a watershed moment for Jim. A fork in the road. Choose one path and he'd consign himself to a life of frustrated affluence. The other? Well, that road began with Mr. Bill Wood, CIA.

So I went into my office, I looked in my desk, found this card from Mr. Bill Wood. I wrote him a letter.

Within three days, Jim received a life-changing phone call. And this woman, she said, Mr. Lawler, you wrote Mr. Wood a letter a few days ago. She never used the initials CIA, but she said he'd like to interview you this coming Thursday. Can you be at the Holiday Inn on the Gulf Freeway at 3 o'clock in the lobby? I said, yes, ma'am, I sure can. So I went.

Had about a two-hour conversation with Mr. Wood. He said he wanted to fly me to Washington in a couple of weeks. So, a couple of weeks later, I flew to Washington and had a bunch of tests. Then, about three and a half months later, I had another trip to Washington with another set of tests, including a psychological exam. Lord knows how I passed that, but I did. The so-called polygraph, which is, you know, what they call a lie detector test.

And about three or four weeks later, I got a phone call and they say, "Mr. Lawler, we'd like to offer you a position as an operations officer at the following GS level, a GS-11." A GS-11, for the uninitiated, is the 11th rank on the US government's general schedule pay scale. It's not bad money, but it's a significant downgrade from a high-powered role in the steel industry.

I had to take about a 60 or 70 percent income cut. Today, Jim recognizes this modest indignity for what it was: a worthwhile sacrifice. But it wasn't an easy decision to make, and it was a shot in the dark. He had no way of knowing just how good he'd be at the job. Truth be told, he didn't really know what the job was.

Now, the absurd thing was I had no idea what the CIA wanted me to do. I had no idea what an operations officer did. All I wanted to do was get out of Texas, get away from the family-owned business, and do something on my own. It didn't take long before he began to develop a good idea of what the agency had in mind. Pretty soon it dawned on me.

in our training exactly what they wanted me to do. And they wanted me to manipulate, to exploit, to subvert, to suborn people, foreign people, to get them to commit treason, to betray a trust. Now, these are all pejorative words. You know, your parents probably taught you never betray your country, never betray your family. And yet the CIA expected me to do exactly that.

And I found out that not only was I pretty good at it, but I enjoyed it a lot. In fact, they jokingly say that when they hire case officers, operations officers, how much sociopathy should we have dialed in? So having discovered a useful talent for manipulation, it was with no little enthusiasm that Jim embarked on his first foreign posting. We can't say where. We've been asked to keep that off the record.

All we can tell you is that this story takes place in a mountainous region of Europe. And that, to begin with, Jim's first foray into the world of intelligence gathering was less auspicious than you might expect. I'm on my very first tour. I'd had a spectacularly unsuccessful first year. I had no recruitments, no cases that looked like they were going to be headed towards recruitment.

And I was feeling like a complete failure. I used to do little talks to myself in the morning to, you know, look at myself in the mirror and say, what are you doing wrong? Why aren't you doing what you're supposed to be doing? Call it inexperience. Call it imposter syndrome.

Either way, on his maiden voyage on the good ship CIA, Jim's confidence was shot. My first year, it was a complete waste of money. I had nightmares that the American people would demand my salary back because it was such a failure. For the most part, Jim spent his time handling covert assets that had been recruited by other, more successful members of his directorate.

By handling, I mean I would meet this person, debrief them, maybe task them and find out what intelligence they could provide me. One asset in particular would prove to be the key that unlocked a brighter future for our beleaguered rookie. And this gentleman that I was handling, he was a retired diplomat of a country that was incredibly hostile to the United States. Before we move on,

He had been part of the former regime

And then over a period of a couple of years, the new government that came in that was hostile to the United States, they forcibly retired all of the former regime adherents. And so he had been forcibly retired and was now living in a major city in this mountainous European country. The former diplomat, Jim Adlant, was well-liked and charismatic.

And in spite of the fact that he was part of the former regime, everybody in the foreign ministry of his country loved this guy. He was just a very nice, very charming man. It was his continued popularity among members of his nation's current government which made the asset valuable. And so people from his country would fly into this major city and he would meet them, talk to them, and charm them with lunch and maybe some sightseeing.

And then he would turn over written reports to me. So far, so average, but not for long. Suddenly, he hit a rich vein, a gold mine of information. And I started getting some fabulous grades on just cutting edge intelligence from this country's foreign ministry.

Yes, that's right. Spies, at least in the CIA, are graded on the quality of their intelligence. First, you might get like an F. I mean, it's not really an F, but it's like basically we're not disseminating this for whatever reason. So that would be where it's just not disseminated at all. It's like getting an F on a paper, a zero.

And then there's four other grades that vary from, you know, okay, this is fine, and then good, and then, oh, excellent. And then there's one that's called, you know, basically an outstanding grade, which has a significant effect on U.S. foreign policy. I mean, it's like the keys to the kingdom. Better grades meant better prospects, not to mention a happier, more confident Jim Lawler. But what changed? Who was the golden goose laying so many eggs for his charismatic asset?

She was a foreign ministry employee and the younger sister of one of his good friends. And she had decided a few weeks earlier that she would like to take a three-month sabbatical and spend the summer in this beautiful Alpine country. You know, very, very pretty mountainous country. And just decided, you know, I'm getting out of my dreary country. I'm going to go spend it in this mountain paradise.

and live with my big brother, and of course my big brother's best friend, who is my asset. - Jim's asset had taken a fatherly interest in the young woman. He was more than happy to show her the sights, buy lunch, and offer up a friendly ear to any work-related gripes and gossip she might feel compelled to share aloud. - And it's the whole time he was doing this

You know, she trusted him because he's a former employee. Even though he's retired, he doesn't have a security clearance, but she was like a little chatterbox. She told him everything, you know, what's going on, who hates who, who likes who, what our current negotiations are going on. I mean, she had been privy to some incredibly sensitive information from her position. And she would tell him all this, he'd write it up and give it to me. The stream of information just kept flowing.

After a couple of weeks, Jim's asset, kind and self-effacing as he was, suggested that the CIA might be better off tapping the source directly. He looked at me and he said, Jack, and that was the alias I was using, Jack.

He said, "Jack, you know, you could actually recruit this young woman. You don't need me in the picture here." And I said, you know, here I am, I'm a naive first tour case officer. That idea had not even occurred to me. He said, "Oh yeah, you could recruit her. You know, she's not a supporter of this regime and she's not anti-American like most of my government is. In fact, I think she likes Americans." This was very good news for the U.S. government, not to mention Jim personally.

Remember, it's been a somewhat fallow year for our rookie operations officer. Frankly, he could use a win. Jim began to put a plan together, but it would have to be a subtle one. After all, if his true identity was on show, it would implicate his original asset too. And if that asset was blown, then his cozy tete-a-tetes with visiting officials from his homeland would dry up very quickly indeed.

I may be sociopathic, but the one real priority we place is on making sure that our assets are secure and that they're never revealed. Their identities, we always place a high premium on protecting our assets. So I was faced with this kind of conundrum. How do I meet this woman and yet not taint him with the CIA brand? How, indeed. So I came up with the following scheme. I said, look, I want you to take that young lady

to this specific restaurant in this certain city of this country, and I'm going to show up about 15 minutes later, and I'm going to be up at the front at the maitre d's desk, and I'm going to look like I'm waiting for someone. And after a couple of minutes, you're going to look at me, and then you're going to turn to her, and you're going to say, "Oh, look, there's Mr. Jack Mitchell. I just met him at a cocktail party three days ago. Let me just go say hello."

The asset gets up from his table and walks over to Jim. Sorry, Jack Mitchell. That's normal. I mean, you know, if you just met somebody and you saw them somewhere, you would go and speak to them. So he does. He comes over. He reintroduces himself. I kind of acted like I didn't know who he was. Oh, yeah, right. Now I remember it was at that cocktail party within earshot of her so that she could hear all this play out. So far, this all seems pretty innocuous.

But what Jim and his asset are doing is laying crucial groundwork for the next play. And so we shake hands, he goes and sits back down. A few minutes go by and he sees me still standing up there. I always like to say this is like Beckett's play waiting for Godot. Godot is never going to come. But I'm up there looking at my watch, looking worried, looking forlorn, you know, like the little puppy in the dog pound that hasn't been adopted. Textbook, Emotional Manipulation.

Jim already knows that the target is friendly, open, and above all, chatty. Exactly the kind of person who might take pity on him. They haven't even met, but Jim's already figuring out how to pull her strings.

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He turns to her, her script, and he says, "Why don't we invite Mr. Mitchell over for a drink until his friend comes?" And she said, "Sure, that sounds fine." So he comes over, and I first tried to beg off, "Oh, no, no, I'm sure he'll be here any time." He said, "Hey, look, just come on over, sit down, have a drink until your friend comes." So I go over, I sit down, introduce myself. Now this is key: the introduction. Who is Jack Mitchell?

Officially, he's an employee of the US State Department, a diplomatic cover. But his target is from a hostile country. She might very well like Americans on a personal level, but she knows that fraternizing openly with a US diplomat is unlikely to win her any praise at home. And that's putting it very mildly. So what to do? Jim needs to create an identity that will get him access to the target without flashing the red, white and blue.

Turns out that her country, like a number of countries in the world, have very, very, very rich oil and gas reserves. Stupendous oil and gas reserves. So her country's got fossil fuels and Jim's a Texan.

It's a match made in heaven. I said that I was a oil and gas speculator. And so as I sat down and she said, "Well, I'm with the Foreign Ministry." I said, "Are you really?" I said, "Gosh, this is such a privilege to meet you. Would you be willing to have lunch with me?" The woman was surprisingly receptive.

After all, there was no harm in a little off-the-books chat in return for a free lunch. She said, well, sure, I'd be happy to have lunch with you. So we set up a lunch a few days later. It went extremely well. We got to know each other and chatted about some of her country's oil and gas policy, you know, what they were doing in OPEC and things like that.

Jim may not have enjoyed his time in the family steel business, but it had been the perfect preparation for this commercial cover. Boy, did I learn a lot. How to handle clients, how to persuade people to buy things. I learned how to sell. I learned how to persuade. I learned how to manage people. This first meeting laid the foundation for a mutually beneficial commercial relationship. But how do you seal the deal?

One word: leverage. And along about that time, my friend, who had been the key part of this, he told me something that I didn't know before, and that's that this young woman had a medical condition that required a procedure that was going to cost her the equivalent of about $5,000. The woman had written to her government, asking them to cover the cost.

She'd been informed in no uncertain terms that her state insurance would not cover her during her summer holiday abroad. If she wanted the treatment, she'd have to come home. Well, that was really upsetting to her because she was having such a great time being squired about by my friend and, you know, spending time with her brother in this gorgeous alpine paradise. So she didn't have the money. Jim had the money. And to get what he wanted, he was prepared to wave it under her nose.

When I found out that she needed this medical procedure and that it was going to cost about $5,000, I knew that this was the kind of thing that would sweeten the whole moment and would make it more palatable. You see, when given the choice between a carrot and a stick, a good case officer always chooses the carrot.

Armed with a spectacularly juicy carrot, Jim arranged a second meeting with a potential asset. So on the second meeting...

I made her a commercial consulting proposal. I said, "Look, I'm willing to pay you so much a month to be my consultant, to be on my team as a special advisor on your country's oil and gas policy. And you know what? To sweeten the deal, I'll throw in $5,000 as a little signing bonus." She was overjoyed. I still remember we had a bottle of Cristal champagne. We celebrated.

She gave me a little bit, you know, some nice information on the oil and gas policy. I was happy, she was happy. It had finally happened for Jim. His first recruitment. Naturally, he returned to his station with a smile on his face.

I went back, I'm going, "Oh, you know, I've got my first recruitment, although it's commercial recruitment, but I've got this recruitment." And my boss, who was an extremely bright guy, he said, "Okay, Jim, that's great." He said, "Now we're on the scoreboard. This is the first time anybody in this division has recruited someone from her country in well over a year." Well, this just keeps getting better, doesn't it?

It had taken a while, but when Jim Lawler came through, he really came through. Except his boss wasn't quite finished speaking. Now you have to go back down where she's living in this city, and you have to tell her that she's really working for the CIA. So close. I was in shock. I said, what? He said, well, yeah. He said, you've got to go back and tell her you're really with the CIA. And I said, well, that's not going to work.

Remember, Jim's new asset is unlikely to play ball with the US government. Why would his boss ask him to jeopardize this relationship? He said, "Look, you've got to do that for several reasons. First off, we're interested in a lot of things that have nothing to do with oil and gas. Yeah, that's of some interest, but we have no sources in the foreign ministry that can provide us what she can provide."

And secondly, we're going to have to put her on some kind of covert communication system, which means we're going to have to put her in a lie detector test. And you can't justify that under a commercial recruitment. And I said to my boss, I said, Joe, she's not going to go for that. He said, you can figure this out. Go do it.

Somewhat deflated, Jim organized his next meeting with Yasset. I go down there and I said, you know, I don't know how to say this except to just come out and tell you, but I don't really work in the oil and gas industry. I'm really a CIA officer. This went about as well as you might expect. And she looked like a proverbial Bambi in the headlights, a look of shock on her face. And she said, Jack,

"I can't do this." I said, "I like you, you know, and I like Americans. But, you know, if I go back to my country, they're going to see 'spy' written all over my forehead." And she said, "I just, I can't do this." She said, "Somehow I'll get you the money back that, you know, you loaned me, that you gave me, you know, that money that I needed. I'll get that back to you somehow. But right now, I can't. I'm sorry. End of the deal." Jim couldn't argue with that.

In fact, part of him respected her choice. She'd weighed up the risks and benefits, and knowing what she knew about the way her country treated spies had come down firmly on the side of caution. You know, that's really a wise decision. So I go back to my home office, and I go in and I tell my boss, Joe. I said, Joe, just like I thought, she's turned me down. And Joe looked at me, and he said, Jim,

What is it I said the first time that you didn't understand? We're on the scoreboard. The chief of our division, the chief of the division that her country is located in, our chief of station, everybody is ecstatic because you've recruited the first asset in over a year from this particular country. And you wanna take the score off the scoreboard? I said, but Joe, he said, look, figure it out. You can recruit her. And then he went in his office and he shut the door. Well,

That's that then. Do or die. So here I am, and I'm thinking, well, here goes my career down the toilet. I get the big prize, and then it's just frittered away. Flashbacks of his time at the steel business clouded Jim's brain. He couldn't go back. He had to recruit this asset. Time for a renewed charm offensive. I phoned her from a phone booth. I said, look, I'm going to be coming back through your city tomorrow.

in about three days and I thought maybe we'd have a little farewell dinner. And she was civil. I mean, you know, it wasn't like she was bitter or irritated with me, but she said, "No, that sounds like that would be good. Sure." He had to find a way to overcome her justifiable reservations, to appeal to something more powerful than fear.

Now I've got three days to figure out how to persuade this woman to change her mind and become a spy for the United States in a country where they execute people for doing things like this. But by the time three sleepless nights had come and gone, he was no closer to a winning hand. And I thought and I thought, and I couldn't come up with anything. And I got down to the train station in the city in which she lived, and I trudged through that train station thinking, this is doom.

And I saw a little gift shop and I thought, well, the decent thing to do would be to go buy her a little farewell present. So I went into the store and I saw about an eight inch high, very delicate, emari bud vase. Must have cost me maybe $50 really. And so I put it in a little plastic bag and I went off to my hotel and then I went to the dinner. A nice touch, but honestly, a vase? Surely he'd have to do better than that if he wanted to win over his asset.

The dinner itself, on the other hand, might actually stand a chance. Now the dinner was in a restaurant that is absolutely one of the best restaurants in Europe. It has spectacular cuisine, a spectacular wine list. It is just absolutely the pinnacle of haute cuisine. Sadly, we'll never know exactly which restaurant, but let us paint you a picture. Our palette is dark wood, white tablecloths and stunning mountain scenery.

The perfect setting for a seduction. Low music, absolutely fabulous mountain scenery, extremely, extremely romantic. Now, as we move on, bear in mind, nobody's paying Jim to be nice. He knew that this woman enjoyed being wined and dined. She'd gone to dinner with him again, even after she turned down his offer of work. Could it be that she just enjoyed his company? Jim could work with that.

From the time he'd already spent with the asset, he had a feeling that she'd be susceptible to a little well-placed male attention. If you were in college and a friend called you up and said they were going to get you a blind date, what's the first question that any male would ask? What does she look like? And if the answer was, oh, she's sweet, she's got a great sense of humor, she's such a thoughtful person, you kind of knew what she looked like.

And this gal was that. And they say Chivalry is dead. She was living with her mother. Here she was in her early 30s, not married yet, which in her culture was basically meant that she was probably going to be living with her mama for the rest of her life. Charming, but not technically untrue. Jim's identified a potential weakness. And as an operations officer, he'd be a fool not to use it to his advantage.

Luckily, Jim had just bought the perfect tool for the job. And it had only cost him $50. I set this gift wrap box in front of her. She said, so what's this, Jack? I said, well, just open it. So she opened it. She put it in front of her. And I said, I'd like you to take this back when you go home in a few weeks. You know, you could even take it to the foreign ministry and put it on your desk. And when you look at it, you could think of me. And she started looking at it.

And then I heard her say something under her breath.

By this time, she was crying. I could see tears coming down and I thought, "What did I say to upset her?" And I heard her say something and I leaned in close and I said, "What did you say?" And she said, "I can do this." The vase had been an afterthought. Now it could be the key to a treasure trove of information from within a hostile government.

Money well spent. And I said, I know you can do this. In fact, at that point, I took her hand and I held it. And I said, I know you can do this. But I said, I don't want you to do this if you don't want to do it. She said, I can do it. Boy, could she do it. Finally, the weight of failure had been well and truly lifted. Jim had made the recruitment. And all he needed to do was make himself into the kind of sweet, thoughtful man that his target would wish to please. We got her...

We did get her into a polygraph exam. I remember the operator, the polygraph operator, the examiner, he said, are you used to lying? And she said, not until now. But now you want me to go back and tell all my colleagues that nothing's different when in fact I'm a spy for the CIA. And she was trembling. She was so scared.

Sociopath or not, it takes a certain level of detachment to watch somebody shaking in fear and simply push them through it. And then we trained her in the covert communication system. And then we bade her farewell and she went back into her home country where she worked for us for the next five years. And there's something we've held back about our mystery lady. A rare detail that Jim was willing to share with us.

She wasn't an ordinary diplomat. She was a secretary. You might say, "What good is a secretary?" Well, she was secretary to the foreign minister. So everything he saw, she saw, and we saw. And so for the next five years, we were privy to every sensitive negotiation that this country had. We learned the identity of every intelligence officer that they posted abroad under diplomatic cover.

And it was one success after another. Eventually, the Secretary's report spried up and the CIA amicably terminated the relationship. As it turned out,

This would prove to be a serious mistake. A few years later, she reemerged from her country and we found out why her access had dried up. It had dried up because she was in a special training program. And that special training program was to give her access, or actually she was going to monitor the installation of every cryptographic system at every foreign installation for this particular country in the world.

And somebody did not, I was not the handling officer at that time, somebody didn't ask her what she was doing. And they'd committed a cardinal sin, which was not to establish a recontact plan were she to come back into access as she did. Man, did she come back into spectacular access. So it's a story that has kind of a sad ending. Sad for the CIA, sure. Not nearly as sad as it could have been, however.

After she was amicably terminated, we had a major counterintelligence disaster. I'm not going to go into the details, but somebody somewhere screwed up. And virtually every asset we had in this country was rounded up, tortured, and shot. And she was never found out. I would have felt horrible if that had happened. Even for a self-described sociopath, the thought of having accidentally sent someone to the firing squad is a difficult thing to brush off.

I was sincere when I told her that I didn't want her to do this if she didn't want to do it. I mean, I was really sincere. When I recruit somebody, I want them to do this with all their heart. Honestly, I want to control them, yes. But I want them to do it. I want them to want to do it, to want to meet with me. As we know, Jim would go on to a glittering career with the CIA. This early recruitment was just a taste of things to come.

In time, he'd go on to teach others to control, to manipulate, to exploit, to subvert. In fact, I've trained young operations officers and a lot of them are good, but occasionally you'll find one who just has a natural talent. We can't teach that. We can polish it. You know, we can bring out the qualities that make a good recruiter.

And it consists of, you know, patience and empathy. I'm not a particularly large person or athletic person, but I have a soft, soothing voice. I had one asset once tell me that when she listened to me, it was like her brain was in a warm waterbed. I became their therapist, and they could tell me anything.

And I did have to, you know, get inside their head in order to recruit somebody. I have to find out what makes you tick? What do you need? And what can I do to fulfill your needs? Bearing that in mind, ask yourself one last time, do you have what it takes? I'm Vanessa Kirby. If you enjoyed Jim's story, you can read two more this summer.

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