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[machine beeping] - can you remainstill, please? we're about to begin. [beeping continues] polygraphfor cia admission. [keys clacking]a few questions for control. your name is annie walker?- yes. - you're 28 years old?- yes. [keys clacking]
- you residein washington, d.c.? - georgetown, yes. - you speak six languages? - i travel a lot. languagescome naturally to me. - "yes" or "no"will be fine. - yes. - okay, annie, i'm going toask you some personal questions. now, you told usin your vetting interview
that your lastserious relationship ended two years ago. - and you met abroad. - yes, in sri lanka. i was backpacking. he was teaching english. - that's impulsive. - is that a question? - did you love one another?
[man speaking sinhalese]- [replies in sinhalese] - yes, we were in love. - the sex was good? - it rocked. - bu--but it, uh--it ended badly. it ended badly. - did that bother you? - after a three-weekwhirlwind romance, my supposed dream guy left mein the middle of the night
with a cryptic noteand a $50 bar tab. wouldn't that bother you? - we're lookingfor a "yes" or a "no." - can you repeatthe question? - the question is this-- if you join the cia, will yoube able to separate your work from your personal life? absolutely. - trainees, listen up!this is no granny hop!
this is low-altitude,2,000 feet a.g.l.! you step, grip, and rip, or we'll be picking you upoff the ground with a spatula! any questions?no? good! now, who's first? annie walker--i should've guessed. - ♪ stuck,still no turning back ♪ ♪ the dog days are over ♪ ♪ the dog days are done ♪
♪ the horses are coming ♪ ♪ so you better run ♪ ♪ run fast for your mother,run fast for your father ♪ ♪ run for your children,for your sisters and brothers ♪ ♪ leave all your loveand your loving behind ♪ ♪ you can't carry it with youif you want to survive ♪ ♪ oh, the dog days are done ♪ ♪ can't you hear the horses? ♪ ♪ 'cause here they come ♪
♪ ♪ - we have ordersto bring you with us. [engine revs] - look, whatever the problem is,i'll retake the exercise. if it was the driving courseor the deception training or... what was it? - you did betteron the driving course than any woman we've ever had and better on deception trainingthan anyone in a decade.
- oh. so is this about me hooking upwith my tae kwon do instructor? 'cause i checked the handbook.it's not against the rules. i-i'm gonna shut up nowand let you talk. - i've got ordersfrom langley. you're to be pulledfrom training and sent to headquarters. there's a case in whichyour language skills are needed. - what case?- i don't know.
- what language?- i don't know. all i know is thatthey need you there today... now. - now, like, now? - now. - oh, i-i still havea month of training left. [buzzer sounds] - annie walker... cia.
[clicks tongue, mutters] - this late at the cia,you must be new. first day? - i'm annie.do i look that clueless? - no, not at all. - i'm conrad. i'll show youwhere to get your badge. - so is this,like, your thing? you waitoutside the entrance
and chat up girlson their first day? - absolutely. i'm both lazy and predatory. see the guards ahead? they'll get youall squared away. [turnstiles clicking] - conrad? [stutters][alarms blaring] - you may want to getthat passkey
before you try to getthrough security. - [stammers]i'll do that. [clears throat] hi.uh, annie walker. [whirring, beep] - good morning. russian desk and d.p.d.are on call due to the petrov visitand other classified actions. this current threat matrixis stable,
however i am deeply troubled, because at this critical timefor our agency, someone among usis a traitor. today's paper--classifiedinformation leaked to liza hearn at the washington recorder. someone here,someone maybe in this room has been seducedby an outsider, by a reporter. in the end,
all indiscretions endin heartbreak. - i, anne catherine walker... - when the guilty partyis caught... - that i will supportand defend... - and we are gonna find out who has been leakingthis information... - against all enemies... - and theywill be punished... both:so help me, god.
- [computerized voice]10:41 a.m. - annie walker?- yes? - auggie anderson, tech ops, and your friendlyneighborhood cruise director. walk with me. blind guy leading youaround the cia-- insert ironic joke here. jo malone grapefruit? - am i wearingtoo much perfume?
- no.no, it's very subtle. a lot of the ladies around herelay it on so thick, it's like they're chummingfor hammerheads. - good morning, auggie.- hey, bea. case in point.[chuckles] - everyone here is so young. - there was a hiring freezethat was unfrozen after 9/11. 50% of the agency hasfive years experience or less. - that's both inspiringand weirdly unsettling.
- you'll findthis is a weird place to work. polygraphs every year, no cell phones allowedinside the building, no dating foreigners. in fact,the cia highly encourages dating within the agency. keeps thingsin the circle of trust. it's like a club medwithout the free drinks. and the food court'son your right.
- there's a starbucks in here?- [chuckles] - imagine a yearof background checks just to get a barista job. hey, how are the legs? you know, a bag of frozen peas would help keep downthe swelling. - i'll bear that in mind. - from the inaneyet vaguely sexual banter, i take it you've already metconrad sheehan.
- conrad! let's go. - welcometo the agency, annie. - he works for arthur campbell?- yeah. and he acts like it too. okay, here we are--joan campbell's office, head of d.p.d. and our boss. - wait.you're not coming with me? - i'm not going in thereif i don't have to.
[chuckles][knock at door] - nsa is sending overthe files you requested, and annie walker is here. - annie walker.great to meet you. - have a seat. actually,we're in a bit of a hurry. - do you knowwho sent me here? i was just lookingfor some clarity. - clarity? you're inthe wrong business, sweetie.
better question might be,why do you want to be here? the cia is not an easy placeto be a woman. - i can handlea competitive workplace. - well, you're gonna beoutnumbered here four to one, outnumbered by menwho'll hold the door for you and call you "ma'am"and know how to fix a tire. but clarity, honesty? that's another story. how much do you know about thedomestic protection division?
- uh, i've actuallynever heard of it. - good. that's the way we want it. - welcome tothe d.p.d. operations center. every global threat that findsits way past our borders is dealt with here. hello, auggie.- joan. - screens.- coming up. - the landscapelooks like south ossetia.
i spent six months therehelping rebuild the opera house in tskhinvaliafter the uprising. - a bleeding heart--lovely. the figure you see on-screenis stanislav orlovski, aka "stas"--born and raised in moscow. this satellite photowas taken when stas was in prisonin siberia. he made a deal with the fsb and soon becameone of their top operatives.
he's a skilled assassin,wanted in 14 countries, and he is now ours. stas came in from the cold twodays ago, and he wants to talk. - talk?- he's unhappy with the new regime at the fsband wants to supply us with a listof their current targets in exchange for asylumand compensation. - it doesn't pay to holda grudge in the spy game. - where do i fit in?
- you've been assignedas stas' handler. you go to the hotel wherewe have him, wait for his call, and bring this. - a blackberry. - that is a dedicatedtwo-way encrypted transponder that only lookslike a blackberry. he has one.you have one. - you hot-sync the devicesin the room. he gets the bank codesfor his payment,
and you get the intel,and that's it. don't have a drink with him.don't sleep with him. - you thinki'd sleep with him? - i think he'd sleepwith you. - did you call me in herebecause i speak russian? - yes, and you can also passfor a call girl. we want to make it looklike stas is here to buy guns and party,not sell secrets to us. - i'm surprisedthere was nobody already here
who could do that. - there was.she's gone. let's leave it at that. look... if you don't wantthe assignment, we can send youback to the farm. - no, i'm here.i can do it. i--do--do i have to wear,like, a costume? - hookers in d.c.are pretty conservative.
what you're wearing nowis fine. - here, you're goingto the capitol grand hotel. wait in the lounge area. when this pager vibrates, it means we're readyto do the meeting. - it's like waitingfor a table at friday's. - instead of sitting down to eat a bourbon-drenchedegg roll fajita skillet, you're gonna help us turn
one of the most dangerous menin the world. - auggie?- yeah? - can i ask you a question? - i was special ops in iraq. i got out of a humvee to look atwhat i thought was a dead dog. next thing you know,i'm ray charles. [chuckles] i was gonna askwhat the headphones are for. - oversharing--my bad.
grado rs-2s... great formonitoring operations, getting real-time feedbackwhen i'm typing, or listening to minguswhen i'm supposed to be working. - mingus?- yeah. - i went to the mingustribute festival in stockholm. - you're officially my hero. that's your ride. - wish me luck.
- you don't seem like the typeto need luck, but good luck. - [chuckles] [indistinct chatter] - mmm. gotta lovethose kitten heels. - [exhales deeply] would you like anything? i could getthe waiter for you. tea, coffee,a glass of wine?
- it's 11:30 a.m. - something stronger, then? [both laugh] - i'm good. - perhaps we could geta drink later... a nice cava. - cava? are you from spain?- si. - valencia?- madrid. - unfortunately i don't thinki can get a drink with you.
- hmm. your mother warned younot to date foreign men, huh? - something like that. [pager beeping] [elevator bell dings] [door clicks, buzzes] hello? stas? stas.
stas.- [mumbling in russian] english is fine. i'm in your countrynow, baby. [chuckles]- do you have your pda, stas? oh, oh, um... you have a littlewardrobe malfunction happening there. - close call.come on. [snaps fingers]
- do you haveyour pda, stas? - one minute,one minute, huh? chateau d'yquem... almas iranian caviar... you're certainly rockin'on the agency's dime. - not as goodas russian caviar. - look, can we just focuson the intel? where--where is your pda? - it's in the bedroom, kiisu.
[crunching]please, to follow me. [snapping fingers] - just keep your robe on. look, stas, i understandhow hard this must be to turn on your country. that's probablywhy you've had a few. - [hiccups]- i just want you to know that the cia is grateful,and we're here for you. so can we do the exchange?
- shall we, uh... hot-sync? - i thought you'd never ask. - eh... beep.[pda beeps] was that as good for youas it was for me, kiisu? - get her out of there now. - this way!let's go! let's go! [tires squealing]
- joan, we need to keepthe information channels clear. - i'm giving youall i can, arthur. what can you give me? - i feel i'vebeen pretty transparent. - and i feel i'm still havingto navigate a lot of red tape. - things of this magnitudeare complex. - there's complexity,and then there's lying. - okay, this is good. this kind of dialogingis what this marriage needs.
- you know, this wholecouples counseling thing ultimately is uselessuntil arthur gives me the name of whoeverit is he's screwing. - i'm not having an affair. how many timesdo we have to go over this? - you see that? you wereblinking like crazy, arthur. he was blinking like crazy! any trainee could seethat he is lying. - want me to take a polygraph?i got one in the closet.
[knock at door] yeah? - joan, we have a situation. - what went wrong? this was supposedto be simple. - it all happened so fast. i was talking to him one minute,and the next, the room seemed to explode. - some operatives goan entire career
without seeinga bullet fired. - is that supposedto make me feel better? - it's supposed to make yourealize this is unusual. thankfully,it all worked out. - it all worked out?stas is dead. - bad for stas,good for us. the agency saves some money and gets to deletea known assassin from the high securitythreat list at the same time.
whatever that intel was,it was worth killing for. - ahem. - what? - the intel. i didn't get it. - you said youdid the hot-sync. - i did,but in the confusion, i didn't grab the device. - well, this just gets betterand better.
district police and fbiare already on the scene. once our devicesbecome evidence, all the intelis corrupted. gone. - i can go back. i can get the intel. - annie, we don'tjust waltz into places, flash our badges,and assume jurisdiction. we don't even have badges.
plus you can'tjust take evidence from an active crime scene. - she doesn't needto take anything. she just needs to getin the room. - and what are you going to tellthe detectives and any numberof people at the hotel who will havepegged you as a witness or possible accessory? - i'll think of something.
- try not to break or losethis one. - what's the range on these?- about five feet. - and when i beamthis one out? - the other two deviceswill fill up with the harmless-lookingphone book we loaded on there, and you'll download the intel. - ingenious.so simple. - the system we devisedbefore you got shot at was ingenious and simple.
now we're just riffing. [siren] - excuse me, ma'am,closed crime scene. - [laughs] are you in charge? - you need to turn aroundand go back downstairs. - no, but... [whispering]i was here when it happened. - uh, what wereyou doing here, miss, uh... - truesdale.
amber truesdale. i had a business meeting. - what kind of businessare you in? - i don't want to getin trouble. - look, we're not goingto bust you if you say you're a... call girl. - we don't liketo use that term. - really?
- it's crowded in here.[giggling] - yeah, well, it's amazing what 57 high-powered rifle shotscan do to a party. - are you a detective? - fbi. agent rossabi. and if you don't mind,i'll ask the questions. - can i sit down? look, i'm a good girl.
i come from a church-goingfamily in akron. i just wanted to come forwardand be honest. my mother told me to always dothe right thing. - hmm. what does she sayabout you being a hooker? - now, if i don't like beingcalled a call girl, i certainly don't like beingcalled a hooker. - who was the john? - we call them clients. the agency said his namewas boris.
russian businessman. this was our first partytogether. - what's the agency? - the gold circle club. i can write down the numberif you want. - that'd be great. nice pen.- thanks. 302 area code? delaware?- wilmington.
you know, tax reasons. - did you see anythingthrough that window? no,but i wasn't really looking. we didn't get a chance to... [laughing]i wasn't here long. i was standing about here. well, more here. excuse me, boys. [laughing]
the shots came through here... [device beeps] and i ran outas fast as i could. - i don't really remembermuch else. i should really get goin'. am i allowed to leave? - i wouldn't leave town. let me ask you this. why'd you really come back?
and don't give methe, uh, "good girl" rap. - for these. christian louboutinsdon't come cheap. [dialing] [cell phone ringing] - fbi secure exchange,line one. [line ringing] - gold circle club, wherepleasure is our pleasure. how may i direct your call?
- let's see why this intelwas worth dying for. - khyber intercept?- useless. - info on kaladze'spolitical aspirations? - we already knew that. - georgian troop movementsfrom last july? - light samsonite. - what does that mean? - it's an old spy term.for when spooks used to stuff their suitcaseswith crumpled newspaper
to make it looklike something valuable. - either stas was too dumbto know what good intel is, or he thoughtwe were too dumb. given the factthat he's dead now, it's probably the former. there's nothing hereof value. type up a closer onthe stas file and get it to me. we're done here. stas is dead,long live stas.
- annie? ahem. word to the wise. these pipeshaven't been cleaned sincethe johnson administration. i'd investin a bottle of evian. you all right? - i saw a manget killed today. i lied to a federal agent.
i was shot at. - or as we call it, "thursday at the agency." - "asset entanglement," "evasion techniques," "deception." these are all wordsthey use in training. they make it soundso clinical, but it's not. it's...
it's messy,and it's dangerous. - it is messy, and it can be dangerous, but you're doing it well. now, it's miller time. happy hour at the tavern. - that's your solution? - oh, absolutely. - one drink.
- probably best if you drive. [upbeat pop music] - hey, auggie. - tia, lovely as always. - auggie, are you comingto my party saturday? - wouldn't miss it,jane. ladies love a blind guy. they think we don't careabout looks. - "think"?- little secret.
you don't actually have to seea woman to tell if she's hot. you just listen to the wayother guys talk to her. take yourself, for instance. - annie walker,i'm so sorry to hear that you hada hectic first day. if there's anythingthe d.c.s. office can do. - i rest my case. - thanks. conrad, right?
- you remembered. you must be very goodwith names. - oh, come on,this is getting ridiculous. - who needs another beer? - i'm just gonna assumeyou see me raising my hand. - why do you think stastried to sell us such bad intel? - just because a guy can shoota sniper rifle doesn't make him smart. intelligence can be a bitof a misnomer.
- so tell me,why'd you get into this? you certainlydon't fit the profile. - i thought therewas no profile. - and yet everyone joinsfor some reason, and it sure ain't the pay. - tell me, i can take it. - i traveled a lotbefore i came back to d.c. - uh-huh. - i don't knowwhat i was looking for,
i'm not sure i found it, but i got to usemy language skills. and i met a guy. - ah, it's always about a guy. go on. - we fell in lovein sri lanka, and it wasa tearful good-bye. - a tearful farewellat the airport, a la casablanca? - more like he leftlike the baltimore colts
in the middleof the night. - ouch. - anyway, i kept traveling. i went to all the placesthat we said we'd go together: tibet, angkor, giza, rapa nui. but no matterhow far i traveled, i couldn't get awayfrom the truth.
- which was? - the truth wasthat i let my guard down. the cia and the life it offeredwas appealing. i wasn't gonnaget burned again. - man, you do fit the profile. - liar. - joan, please meetsheila calhoun, legal counselfor the oversight committee. sheila, meet my wife,joan.
- i can't believe you. after all that denial. - no. this iscompletely work-related. - arthur,may i have a moment, please, away from your girlfriend? - excuse me, sheila. - have you lost your mind? - phone records. 13 phone calls made
from your scrambled cell phoneto hers. four reservationsat various d.c. restaurants all made onyour opentable.com account. do not tell mei am losing my mind. - you're using valuableagency resources to track me? - that's not a denial. - why can't you be a goodcia wife and just trust me? - because i'm not a cia wife. i'm a wifewho works for the cia.
[rock music playingin bar] - who's next? oh! oh, okay.how about that girl? she smells great. - all right. vintage irish heart ring, crucifix on her neck, lsat prep bookin her purse, holds her liquor.i'm guessing boston college.
- maryland accent,not baltimore. traces of dublin. i bet her parents arefirst generation off the boat. - and she's fit, huh? her heels barely made any noisewhen she was walkin' by. - in fact, she was walkinga little gingerly. i'd say she's trainingfor a marathon. - okay,time for more drinks. - oh, my god!i was supposed to be
at my sister's housean hour ago. i live in her guest house. we do dinner every thursday. - that's okay.- sorry, i gotta go. - wait.how am i gonna get home? - [laughing] - excuse me. hi. did you goto boston college? - i did. did you? - i did.i went to law school there.
- i'm studying for the lsat! - i aced mine. i'd lend you my study guide,but it's in braille. we should talk.i'm auggie. - louise.- you have the softest hands. [car alarm chirps] [engine revving] - who the hell are you? [tires screech]
[horns blare] d.e.c. method-- determine, evade,counter-pursue. [hand brake ratchets] [horn honks] oh, man. [horns blaring] come on,you piece of crap car. [pedestrians shouting]
[ignition grinding] no! [indistinct conversationsin house] [sighs] - annie!- hi! hi! hi! hi! hi! hi!let me see this. - okay, okay,the deal was you could stay up till annie gets here,remember? - good night.- good night, annie.
- good night, annie.- bye. - see you in the morning! - where have you been?- i was working. - well, we're aboutto start eating. ethan is really looking forwardto meeting you. come on, help mein the kitchen. what's the matter? he's cute...in an archie comics sort of way. - i just forgot we were doingthe whole ethan thing tonight.
i thought it wasjust our usual dinner. - oh, come on, you guyshave a lot in common. he works at the world bank, you workat the smithsonian. you both havereally boring jobs. everybody, this ismy little sister annie. - hi. - oh, look, there'san empty seat next to ethan. annie, why don't youtake that one?
- here you are.- thank you. - are you okay with that?- yeah, thanks. well...so, stuck in traffic?- traffic, right. - this petrov speech has gotthe entire northwest quadrant completely gridlocked.did you want that? i normally take m streetto get to georgetown, but they had that blocked, so i ended up going all the wayup connecticut avenue, you know, past the zooand then...
- wow!- where's this going? down wisconsin. around and aroundin circles today. nuts. just crazy.- can i have some wine? - uh, red or white?- uh, whatever is closer. - red? sure, here. - let me, uh...i brought this.- oh. - it's wonderfulif you like zinfandel. - mm-hmm.- it's a little pricey,
but very good. there we are. - thank you.- no need to be shy. uh, a toast, guys? to annie arriving, huh? - hmm! - ohh. seriously,do you, uh-- do you play racquetballby any chance? - well, uh...- are you squasher?
go for a drive and just getout of the city. on the drive, you know,i usually turn the music up, just lift my shirt offand just, you know? - ho! - yeah, i shuckmy own oysters. have you ever, uh--you ever shucked an oyster? i would loveto shuck some oysters with you.
- [laughs] oh, wow! - sorry aboutthe chocolate mousse! - drive safe. [door closes] well, i thinkthat went pretty well. - well, that makes one of us. good night. [alarm clock buzzes] [cat meows]
- we're leavingin five minutes. - aunt annie,we're eating waffles! - okay, guys, guys.i gotta go. - bye. - i'm late, so bye. - okay, kids,go get ready for school. - aww! - dude. - i'm sorry ethanwas such a dud.
- it's fine. - no, i thought i vetted him,but he turned out to be a completely different guythan i was told. i can't believe he triedto kiss you. what? - kiisu. i gotta go.i gotta go. - well, don't be mad at me.i said i was sorry. - i'm not mad.i just gotta go. - i was trying to help,you know.
i mean, it's been ages since youhad a real relationship. it's weird. - okay, now i am mad at you,and i still gotta go. - welcome, miss hearn.so glad you could make it. i brought along some legalcounsel to brighten up the room. would you likesomething to eat? i'm sure you've heardabout my cia-trained chef-- culinary institute of america. - so this is the famousarthur campbell charm offensive.
- so you're not hungry. - i'm not giving up my sources.- and you shouldn't. but the people in our agencywho are talking to you are clearly unhappywith the status quo. maybe i could help them. - [sighs] i've given these peoplemy word. i would go to jail for them. - oh. let's hopeit doesn't come to that.
let's cut to the chase. what do you want?everybody wants something. - i just want to filemy articles in peace. - i think you want more. i think you want relevancyand access and accolades. there's nothing wrongwith that. - so what do you want? - let me be your source.- on the record? - that would be tough.
- and so it goes. - recognize this meetingas me reaching out. what you do with thatis up to you. - arthur... the cia doesn't havea monopoly on seduction. i play all the same gamesthat you do, except i play 'em better. and with more style. but i get it.
you want more balanced coverage, and i want my sourcesleft alone. so i'll agreeto let a little light in, and you'll agree to nevercall me in here again for another shamelesssit-down like this. great meeting. - oh, she's good. i wish she was working for us. - [speaking russian]
- [speaking russian]...professor. - i would have thoughtthat after four years of being your teacher,you'd at least call me mark. how have you been?- good. traveling, mostly. - your russianis still very sharp. we were disappointedyou passed up on that grant at the marin institute. but you're here now.- i'm here now.
i'm dating a guy--a russian guy from moscow. - ooh! boy, be carefulof those muscovites. they're worsethan the italians. [both chuckling] - he calls me kiisu,like a pet name. i've never heardthat word before, have you? - annie, please, don't do this.- i really like this guy. i just wanna make surehis story checks out.
- please do not workfor the cia. - i'm--i'm not. - don't insult my intelligence,and i won't insult yours. working for these peoplewill lead to nothing good. i've had a lot of giftedlanguage students, but you were in a classby yourself. the cia's just goingto exploit that. - but i'm not. i'm just dating this guy,and i thought you could help.
- so that's your story. - what does kiisu mean? - it means...kitten. but not in russian.it's estonian. and it's not even the mostcommon way to say kitten. - really. - it's only used inthe small villages in the south near latvia. - so somebody from moscowwould never use that word.
- someone lying aboutcoming from moscow might. - thank you.i gotta go. - annie. be careful. [tires screeching] - uh-oh. - involving civiliansin cia matters is a serious breachof protocol. - how did you know?- how do we know?
we know becausewe've been following you. given the leakswe've had recently, we're following everybody. - stas is still out there.- stas is dead. - it doesn't add up--the bad intel, the way he was hitting on me,the fact that he stood near a window...- is that all? - and i was followed homelast night-- high-speed tactical pursuit.- i know.
that could have been the fbi,an unstable ex-boyfriend. could have been us.- was it you? - no.- i knew it. - annie,this is all circumstantial. get off the grassy knoll. - stas was bornand raised in moscow. the guy i met withused the word kiisu. it's an estonian word.no russian would ever say that. - did you discuss thiswith your professor?
- gather your things.go back to the farm. at this point,you're gonna be lucky if you get a desk job in hr. you may have been washedout of the entire program. dismissed. dismissed! - whoops!perfume. wrong bathroom. jo malone. grapefruit.
annie! you're here?i had no idea. - how you doing? - i'm fine. you know, i remember wheni first started at the agency, i was so freaking confusedby everything. and this is before my accident.i could still see, but... the protocol, bureaucracy. people i thought were mentorsturned out to be jerks... and vice versa.
i was a mess. course, back then i could atleast read the bathroom signs. - so what's the secret? - well... i'm not sure there reallyis one secret. but i find that it helpsto keep a healthy sense of humor and a bottle of patronin my desk drawer. annie, if joanwas gonna fire you, she would have alreadydone it.
the agency likes peoplewho take initiative. it's kind of a weirdpush/pull thing. - in that case... i need your help. [beep] - hey, can you takea picture of us? try and get the capitolbuilding in the background if you can. - thank you.
wintergreenlisterine breath strips? - i'm improvising. i once accidentallywashed a pair of jeans with these in the pocket and when i fished them out, i couldn't get themoff my fingers. - this is never gonna work. - there's only one wayto find out. you know, when i was talkingabout initiative,
i meant like showing upfor work early, buying doughnuts for everyoneonce in a while. - we need to blend in.you need to sell this. [whispers]talking doesn't help! we're clear. - annie, you forgot my shoes. i'm supposed to walkaround the morgue barefoot? - i just need to find stas. stas spent ten yearsin a siberian prison.
he has the tattoosto prove it. and this guy... clean as a boy scout. i knew it. stas is still alive. i should have noticed itwhen his robe came off. - wait--his robe came off? - freeze! fbi! - now, tell me...
what is a call girl... doing at a d.c. morgue? - paying my respects. - so... you're still telling meyou're a call girl? - i'm still telling youi don't like that term. - okay.who's the blind guy? - he's a client.- client. a john, as they say.
which is ironic,since my name is john. - okay. w-what were you twodoing in the morgue? - i had mentioned to johnabout yesterday, almost getting killedat the capital grand. i knew he was a bitof a fetishist. i thoughtit might turn him on. - seeing that dead bodyreally turned me on. - y... you're blind.
- what are you, "sight-ist"? [raises voice]i think i'd like to speak to someone a little moreopen-minded. - there's one more thingyou should know. - really? and... what is that? - we are extremely discreet. we have a number of federalemployees and civil servants on our client list.
i'm just putting thatout there. [stammers]l-let me get this straight. you're...propositioning me during an interrogation? - see? you keep usingall those clinical terms, and it's dampening the mood. [cell phone rings] - i'll be back. i just got a callfrom my boss's boss.
a man i've never talked tomy entire career just called me. - congratulations.you must be doing a good job. - a man i've never talked to told me to release youand your friend. - maybe your boss's boss is a gold circle client. - okay, here's what i think. i think you both workfor the agency.
- i-i-uh...- no, i know, i know. you don't know whati'm talking about, right? - i was gonna say you don'tknow what you're talking about. - okay. you work for the cia. - [laughs]- yeah. you work for the cia, and you should be sharinginformation with us anyway. somehow you got involvedwith this russian guy and instead of workingwith the bureau, decided to go it alone...only, you got caught.
and now some shadowy superior who goes to the metropolitanclub with our director has gotta callto get you released. - the operative wordbeing released. - so what did the nsacome up with? - well, they ran the wiretapson miss calhoun from oversight. - and?- and, um... it's all on the up-and-up. all conversations with arthurare completely work-related.
it's actually pretty boring. - is that so? - you should be happy, joan. your husband'snot having an affair. - thanks, paul.i owe you one. - yes, you do. [door opens, closes] - what is it, conrad? - heads upon tomorrow's front page.
- how many sourcesdoes she have? what else? you're hovering.- the dni called. he wants to see youin his office first thing tomorrow. - you were right.- really? - don't make me say it twice. we got a hold of the body after you twowere pinched at the morgue. not good, by the way.
- we're sorry about that. - two days on the job, and you already have himapologizing for you? - she likes mingus.- i'm sorry. - later. we cross-checkeddna samples. it's not stas.- who is it? - some patsy stas must havebribed to pretend to be him. clearly, he omittedthe "getting shot of it all." - and stas was the onedoing the shooting?
- he is an assassin. - why would he fakehis own death? - not for the money.the transfer didn't go through. - wasn't to signal to ushe was dead--too veiled. - we've overthinking it. like you said--he's an assassin. that means everything he doesgoes towards one goal. - oh, man.is stas still on the hstl? let's see...
- "deceased." if everybodythinks he's dead, nobody's looking for him. - and if nobody'slooking for him, he can do what he reallycame here to do... which is kill someone. - what's the threat matrix? - coming up. - president is abroad.congress is out of session.
petrov. an outspokenrussian journalist visiting d.c. - it's classic fsb tactics. half their assassinationsgo down abroad. - petrov's at an awards dinnerat the smithsonian right now. - we gotta get himout of there. - go get him, girls. [agency radio chatter] - petrov is secure.stand down. stas probably knewwe were onto him
and didn't show up. - annie! - ethan.- don't worry. i'm not stalking you. petrov--he's a friendof the world bank, so... - oh.- sorry about last night, you know, too much zin.would you do me the honor of letting me pick upthe dry cleaning bill? - it was onlychocolate mousse.
- you know,you smithsonian people really know how to throwa good party. so are you, uh, workingor are you playing? - working. actually, could youexcuse me for a second? uh, work stuff.- right. [indistinct p.a. announcement] - move, and i'll kill you. - i believe you, stas. let's think this through.the cia loves to negotiate.
i-i could shepherd youinto langley myself. - keep walking. - i knew that spanishaccent was off. you're getting sloppy. - i promise youi'll work on that after you're dead. get down on your knees. [trigger clicks] - [gasping]
[gagging, wheezing] - the intelligencecommendation award... for your work on neutralizingan enemy spy. i look forwardto coming back to the agency after i finish my training. - oh, you're not going backto the farm. we're gonna be keeping you hereat the d.p.d. your country needs you.- oh. thank you.
joan, can i talk to youfor a second? - yeah, of course.- on the platform... it all happened so fast,but... i could have swornthat stas was killed by... somebody i knew. - someone you knew.- someone i met while traveling. - annie,you've been through a lot. the man who killed stasis agent baldwin over there. you're luckyhe got there when he did.
you might wannago thank him. and you're gonnahave to give that back. awards stay here in the vault. - the agency giveth,and the agency taketh away. - you were right. this is a weird placeto work. - come on,let's go scarf down a few more ofthese cheese cubes before they take thoseaway.
- so you're telling mehe's back again? - the moment we brought her in,he resurfaced. thankfully,he took out stas for us. - ben mercer. they must have hada hell of a time in sri lanka. - should we mobilizean ops team? - no, not yet. if we move too quickly,he could slip away again. keep the girl working.keep her out there.
let's see what he does. hopefully,she'll lead us right to him. - this meeting's over, joan. - are you okay? - fine. stapler accident. [laughing]i'm such a klutz. i'm sorry about this morning.- no, i'm sorry. it's just that i wantedto introduce you to someone cool,and ethan was...
not. - [laughs] it's okay. he said he'd payfor the dry cleaning. - wow. straightto the cherry garcia. rough day, huh? - no. i'm fine. - you're such a horrible liar! you'd make likethe worst spy ever. wanna talk about it?
- not tonight. [brandi carlisle's before it breaks] - ♪ round here ♪ ♪ it's the hardest timeof year ♪ ♪ waking up,the days are even gone ♪ ♪ the collar of my coat,lord help me ♪ ♪ cannot help the cold ♪ ♪ the raindropssting my eyes ♪ ♪ i keep them closed ♪
♪ but i'm feelin' no pain ♪ ♪ i'm a little lonely ♪ ♪ and my quietest friend ♪ ♪ have i the moonlight ♪ ♪ have i let you in ♪ ♪ say it ain't so,say i'm happy again ♪ ♪ say it's over ♪ ♪ say i'm dreamin' ♪ ♪ say i'm betterthan you left me ♪
♪ say you're sorry,i can take it ♪ ♪ let it bend before it breaks ♪
