Good morning, Washington D.C.
Looks like a 30% chance of rain.
But I wouldn't cancel those
fourth of July barbecue plans yet.
Coming up--
I'm gonna clean this up... Later.
Check it out.
Fourth of July cupcakes for the office.
Uh, they're...
Disgusting?
I'm sorry.
No good deed.
You're working on the fourth of July.
Isn't that enough? Well, it'll have to be.
Not necessarily.
You had that little faith?
If yours had been good,
you never would have known about these.
You're the best mother a sister could ever have.
And on that note, take an umbrella.
It's supposed to rain today.
You went from mother to smother in two seconds flat.
[Indie pop rock]
♪ ♪
Happy fourth.
Jo Malone grapefruit and... red velvet cake?
Red velvet cupcakes.
Bet you didn't get those in Eritrea.
Actually, the food was pretty good.
I like it spicy.
These are cool.
Where'd you get North Korean flags?
Har.
Mmm. Did you make these?
In the kitchen at 5:00 this morning.
Please give Danielle my compliments.
Busted.
Whoa.
Every person that works in this building
works here because they're a patriot.
Throw in Independence Day, it's overload.
(Joan)-Hey Annie,you have that H.T.P to Peru (Annie)- It's on your desk (Joan)-Thank You & the N.C.H.?
D.I.A. fast tracked it to NORAD C.C. & D.H.S.
It's on your desk as well. Thanks.
Fashionably late and always fashionable--
nice suit.
I have an opportunity for you--
a break that no one at the Agency ever gave to me.
This from a guy whose dad used to run the place.
Maybe this was a mistake.
Hey, I'm kidding.
Come on, we can't joke around anymore?
Not about this.
Why couldn't we meet at Langley?
Because this is about Langley.
They tell you on your first day to buy into the system,
that all the protocols are there to protect you.
That is bullshit, Annie.
What's going on, Jay?
Okay, we can't do this here.
Come with me, and you'll find out why.
Okay, I didn't want a tuna melt anyway.
I'll drive.
Miss, your umbrella.
Oh, thanks.
[Can you save me? By Apple Trees and Tangerines]
♪ Covert Affairs 03x01 ♪ Hang on to Yourself Original Air Date on July 10, 2012
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♪ Can you save me ♪
♪ from this nothing I've become? ♪
♪ it's just something that I've done ♪
♪ I never meant to cause you worry ♪
♪ Don't you blame me ♪
♪ for this nothing I've become ♪
♪ it's just something that I've done ♪
♪ I never meant to show you my mistakes ♪
Augie.
How you holding up?
Well, I was better yesterday.
You and me both.
The explosion is being spun as an auto-recall issue.
The D.C.I.'s put me on the trilateral commission
looking into Jai's death.
You're gonna have your hands full with that.
Jai wasn't exactly going out of his way to make friends.
We got a job for you.
In happier days, I would have quipped
that I already have a job.
Jai's office at Special Projects--
you're taking it over.
Yes, sir.
I'm sure Jai's people have a deep need to be of use
after a trauma like this.
You're a little left of the mark, soldier.
Sir?
I need you to try and find out what got Jai killed.
Comb over his case work, scrutinize his staff.
If there's anything unusual...
Flag it, tag it, bring it to the panel.
Bring it to me.
Sir, may I speak freely?
Of course.
As a fellow military man, you must understand the difficulties
of leading a group,
much less having a secret agenda within that group.
This is going to be... tough.
Deal with it.
You're a spy. Act like one.
Somebody killed Jai.
I want to know how and why...
before it happens again.
[Danielle and kids chattering indistinctly]
[Sighs]
[Engine turning]
[Breathes deeply]
[Indistinct chatter]
So call Hoover.
They may have something.
Joan, what can I do to help?
Annie, you've been through so much
and contributed a great deal.
As you move forward, I want you to remember that.
- You're placing me on leave? - You're being reassigned.
Where?
Someone from D.S. will reach out to you in the next few days.
- Why? - I know it seems capricious,
but around here, movement is progress.
I want to thank you for your service.
Annie, you're wanted in polygraph.
They think I had something to do with this?
I'm sure it's just routine. Good luck, Annie.
And you were leaving the diner with Mr. Wilcox?
Yes.
But you forgot your umbrella?
Yes, I went back and got it from the waitress.
You--you asked me that before.
Did it rain on the day in question?
No.
You had known Mr. Wilcox for two years.
Yep. Jai was my friend.
Would you classify your relationship
with Mr. Wilcox as friendly?
I just said he was my friend.
And on the way out of the diner, you forgot your umbrella?
Are you gonna keep asking me that?
Yes or no, please?
Yes. No.
Up. Down.
I don't have any answers.
I only have questions...
like why am I being treated like a suspect?
Why am I being transferred?
Why am I sitting here and listening to this shit?
Where are you going?
Are you accusing me of killing my friend?
I am asking you questions about the relevant facts.
You're on a witch hunt.
Okay, that's enough.
I'm ending this.
She was violating section B-30.
I don't really care. Polygraph's over.
Who are you?
I'm Lena Smith.
I'm your new boss.
You've had a rough couple of days.
Let's go get a drink.
How many operatives do you think can do what you do--
go into the field, turn assets, stay cool in real danger,
use a weapon, use it to kill?
Not many.
And of those, how many of them are women?
Even less.
So, here's my pitch.
I think you were being underutilized at the D.P.D.
I'm just doing what I signed on for.
I don't believe you believe that.
It's what you're supposed to say, but it's bullshit.
You seem to know a lot about me.
Not in a creepy way, but, yeah.
I know it was pretty hard to go through what you went through.
With all due respect, I don't think you know how I'm feeling.
Nairobi, '98.
I was a young officer, younger than you,
when that bomb went off in the embassy.
I know that terrible feeling of being knocked down
by a wall of heat...
and that burning smell that you can't quite label
and you can't quite kick.
And so, because of that, I work for you now?
No, you work with me.
You take risks in the field.
I treat you as an equal.
One of Langley's double standards that does not exist
in my division is a false hierarchy.
- There are others? - Yeah.
For example, male operatives are encouraged
to sleep with assets for intel.
Females, mm, not so much.
They're worried we get too emotional.
No one ever put it that way before.
That's because you're a woman.
- What's this? - It's a level 16 pass code.
I want you to do high-security clearance
on a person of interest named Simon Fisher.
We'll meet tomorrow and chat about it.
You got it? Got it.
I know you've only known the D.P.D.,
but there's other ways of doing things.
You'll see.
Hey. You want some dinner?
No, I'm good.
I j--I wanted to give this back to you and say thank you.
Oh, no problem. Didn't even rain, though.
Thanks.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy.
Blind guy with a black eye is not as funny as it sounds.
Sorry.
I'm just nervous--
first day on a new job.
Trade you.
Do you know Lena Smith?
I know she's the youngest person
to ever win the Intelligence Cross.
I know they built an entire division around her
after she brought home Operation Mountain Eagle.
I've heard of that.
Lena did that? Yep.
And Operation Tunguska, Operation Gemini.
Who knows how many others above our clearance?
Those are big wins.
Lena only does big wins.
Face it, Annie Walker, you graduated.
Told you I was nervous before.
I'm more nervous now.
Watch your six, Lena's ops can...
find a way to get kind of banged up.
You aren't worried about me, are you, Auggie?
I worry about a lot of things--
global warming,
the Cubs playoff hoax,
the state of my old Corvette.
But you...
never.
How's it going in Jai's old office?
You think it was about one of his missions?
Do his guys know anything?
Annie...
it's not your fault. You know that.
When does it stop...
the ringing in your ears?
It's gonna take a long time.
You won't realize it, but one of these days...
it'll just be gone.
I promise.
Thanks.
Your Corvette's fine, by the way.
- Better be. - [Chuckles]
[Elevator bell dings]
Good morning, Annie.
Oh, good morning.
Atrium level.
Office 1124-A.
You're going to work for Lena Smith.
You know her?
I know her.
Trust your instincts, Annie. They've gotten you this far.
[Elevator bell dings]
[Indistinct chatter]
You found us.
I did.
Don't worry about Johnny. He just got back from Kabul.
Oh. It's a long trip.
Where should I set up my desk?
Lesson one-- no desks for operatives.
Operatives should be operating,
coming in here as little as possible.
I know I do.
Come.
[Indistinct radio chatter]
So I'm guessing you've heard all the wild stories
about this place.
They're all true.
I encourage results.
If you have a question, ask.
Otherwise, act.
I need these in five.
Oh, and quick order of business.
Don't discuss with your former coworkers
what we do in this place.
This building likes to gossip. Okay.
So, Simon Fisher--
what'd you find out?
Venture capitalist,
Cambridge educated, a bon vivant.
Born in Russia, he moved to the U.K. as a boy
when his parents made a high-profile defection
to reclaim the family fortune.
Father died.
Mother took him around the world.
Translation?
His mother was a spy for the K.G.B.
So espionage is literally in his blood.
You found patriotism and went to the farm.
He was born on the farm.
What a way to grow up.
Fantastic, right?
Well, his kill patterns suggest
he may have trained with F.S.B. Vympel Force.
Uh, the Seal Team Six of Russia.
[Stammering] Kill patterns? Mmhmm.
We wouldn't be looking into him
if he wasn't extremely dangerous.
Also, Simon has purchased major parcels of land
in the Ourika Valley in West Africa.
He tried to hide the transactions
behind financial firewalls
and shell corporations, but it's him.
Which brings us to the heart of the matter.
Russia has been buying up land
in poor countries all around the world.
They've tripled their military budget in the last year.
New money, no morals-- it concerns us.
No wonder.
I noticed an uptick in memos on Russia desk.
This building was financed by the Cold War.
The new Russia's making sure
we're still making payments on the mortgage.
So what's the mission?
Well, you tell me.
See, here we work problems together,
we frame up missions together. What do you want to do?
I want to meet him.
I thought you might suggest that.
[Plane engines roaring]
[Car horns honking]
[Maudlin indie rock]
♪ ♪
Bollocks.
[Speaking arabic]
What the hell are you doing?
You all right?
You didn't see me?
Your brake lights didn't go on.
Well, I braked.
- Is this a rental? - Yeah.
That's Marrakech for you.
Hey, you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine. I'm j--
I'm fine. - You're not fine.
Let's get you some water. What about the cars?
I have people that'll take care of that.
Come on.
The Smithsonian always has me on the road, but...
What about you?
I don't know anything about you. What do you do?
I have my fingers in a number of pies.
[Speaking German]
Ja.
[Speaking German]
Guidebooks.
No, they're not for me.
Predictable and safe.
Safe doesn't interest me.
When I was a boy, my father left us--
died, actually.
My mother packed me up and took me on a world tour.
- For how long? - Years.
We spent at least a month at every place, sometimes six.
My mother homeschooled me on the road.
What better education than learning about the world
while seeing it?
Sounds like quite a woman.
Mm.
So, whip it out?
Excuse me?
I'll show you mine if you show me yours.
You're on.
[Laughs]
So Smithsonian workers don't get issued diplomatic passports?
No.
British Museum employees do.
You're just stalling. Come on.
Myanmar.
Got it.
Nigeria?
Try all of Western Africa.
Impressive.
Easter Island.
Try the back page.
Yeah.
I may have met my match, Annie Walker.
Oh, you definitely have.
Have you been to the, uh, Ourika Valley?
Mmhmm.
It's south of here... towards the Atlas Mountains.
- Yeah, I hear it's beautiful. - It is.
I was gonna go there until you crashed my car.
- Oh, so I ruined your vacation. - You said it, not me.
All right, well, how about this?
Let's meet up at 3:00. I'll take you out there.
- Where should we meet? - Djemaa el Fna.
There's a cafe on the southern end.
There's, like, 15 cafes.
I'll find you.
[Exhales sharply]
[Elevator bell dings]
Arthur, you're killing me.
I can't move forward on Portugal till I get your signature.
Aw, you're not here about Portugal.
You're here about Auggie.
Okay, fine.
You took my best tech op without even a courtesy call
and I had to find out from support.
Auggie is critical to the continuity of O.S.P.
There are a lot of good managers in this building.
I find it hard to believe Auggie
was the only one who could do the job.
I don't need your permission
to make operational changes, Joan.
Well, that's lovely, Arthur.
Nights at home, you say we're a team,
that I'm your most trusted counsel,
but you pull rank when the shit goes down.
We're in a crisis.
And I have operatives--
people that I have mentored, developed, cared about
who are now scattered all over this building
and in their places are strangers.
You are one of the most talented people here.
You're gonna right this ship.
You know that.
I didn't come here as a wife seeking comfort.
I came here as a manager wanting an explanation.
Oh, I think you came for both.
As your husband, I'm saying you can handle this.
And as your boss, I'm telling you my decision is final.
[Cell phone rings]
Annie...
you know this isn't the D.P.D. I'm not Joan.
You don't have to feel obligated to check in.
Okay, but I need to run a passport.
Normally I'd have my tech op do it,
but I didn't know who to call.
You saw Simon's passport?
Yeah, although I had to show him mine to get it.
Well, text the I.D. number to me--I'll run it.
But anything he willingly showed you is probably a forgery.
Anything else? Yeah.
We were approached by a couple of German tourists at a cafe.
It had the feeling of protocol.
What did they make of you?
It's hard to say.
Multiple players on the ground is a red flag.
And I need a sweep drive.
A sweep drive?
Why?
Simon has a computer tablet
that I think I can gain access to.
It might have intel on the real estate he's buying.
I get that.
But your long-term connection with Simon
is much more important than any short-term ticket.
I think I can do both.
Okay, sweep drive it is.
Head to the Marrakech souk.
I know a guy.
I'll text you the details.
Good work, Annie.
- Hollman? - Yeah?
I'm gonna need all the O.S.P. case files,
active cables, and mission reports.
Well, we'll get you what we can, but it's not gonna be easy.
What do you mean?
O.S.P. was a paperless office,
but not in the environmental sense.
Jai wanted everything off book.
Any files that did come through here
had a complex encryption code.
All right, ballpark, how many active operations
are we talking about-- eight, ten?
More like 50.
[Speaking arabic]
Please sit.
[Cell phone ringing]
Hi.
Okay, you know you've been dying to talk to me,
so here's your chance.
I'm gonna bounce something off of you.
Auggie, now is not a really great time.
No, it's not, I can hear it in your voice--what's going on?
Uh, I'm just winded from running--jogging.
Are you sure there's nothing I can help you with?
No, I-I got to go.
Okay, but call me back when you can.
Okay. Bye.
[Cell phone ringing] Annie...
Abdul get you what you needed?
Yeah, he did, but, um, Simon's late for our meeting,
and I was tailed in the souk
by the two German tourists we saw earlier.
They had guns.
They move like professionals.
Putting protocol aside,
what do you feel?
I'd like to play this out. I think I can make it work.
- Then make it work. - Okay.
Thanks.
[Chuckles]
I'm a ridiculous cliche-- beyond late.
I'm so sorry.
That, that's okay. I just got here.
You weren't at the cafe.
You said you'd find me.
Desert wildflowers.
The car's just around the corner.
You fixed it that fast?
I bought a new one.
Don't worry. I mean, it was time.
I wasn't worried.
Got to love that new-car smell.
Pardon the boardinghouse reach.
[Glove compartment closes]
Okay, buckle up.
[Engine turning]
You like to drive fast.
I like to drive, period.
I did Paris-Dakar.
- Did you win? - [Chuckles]
I finished.
Have a date...
Moroccan style.
They replace the pit with an almond.
The date's are "halawi."
That means "beauty" in arabic.
In fact, in ancient times, only females of spectacular beauty
were allowed to eat this particular date--
women such as yourself.
Bullshit.
"Halawi" means "sweet."
You're full of surprises, aren't you?
[Speaks arabic]
Oh, now you're just rubbing it in.
[Sighs]
Hey, figured I'd make some space for the new guy.
There will never be a new guy--
just the person who isn't you.
Speaking of me, do you see my backup external hard drive?
Mm...
I don't know what that looks like.
Neither do I, really.
Actually, it's the backup to my backup.
Still doesn't help me.
Well, there is a number on it that I need
now that I'm at O.S.P....
for a lawyer.
Well, general counsel's office extension is 6970.
Outside Langley.
Normally if people seek outside counseling,
they've done something wrong.
True.
But...
Jai was a complicated guy, and now I'm sitting at his desk.
I want to make sure I'm going into this thing
with my eyes open.
Pardon the pun.
I know someone. I can give you a name.
You're a syrah woman, right?
Expect a bottle.
Aren't we going to the Ourika Valley?
I have a different place in mind.
What?
An oasis.
Nobody knows about it. This is better.
Don't you trust me?
It's just over here.
Follow me.
I have to say, if you asked me last week,
I certainly didn't see myself in a place like this.
And yet you requested to come to a place like this.
Even for someone who doesn't like guidebooks,
it's an odd choice.
Is it?
I feel alive out here.
A tiny spring flowing out of the Atlas Mountains
feeds water to this place.
Some years it dries up...
so does the life out here.
You know a lot about this place...
about this land. I should.
I own it.
You own it?
40,000 acres-- everything you can see.
What are you gonna do with it?
Nothing. That's the point.
It's gonna be a preserve.
Does this really work on women?
What?
This...
"I'm rich, but it's okay 'cause I have a heart of gold" angle?
It's working on you, isn't it?
I'm gonna go to the car and get another bottle of water.
Can I get you anything?
I could use some water.
Okay, I'll be right back.
[Knocks on car]
We have to go now!
Sandstorm.
[Tires squealing]
We're not gonna be able to outrun it.
[Tires screech]
We'll ride out the storm here.
- Give me your scarf. - Huh?
Give me your scarf.
Oh! [Breathing heavily]
The sand will get in the exhaust system.
I know that.
How do you know that?
Summers in Tucson.
Clever.
[Groans]
Ah.
The difference between venture capital and museum work
is the hotel.
What, this old shack?
I'm gonna take a shower...
scrape some of the desert off.
Make yourself at home. Thanks.
[Shower knobs squeak, water running]
We begin in Mali, where new sanctions have been imposed
by neighboring West African states,
following a coup led by a regular regiment
of Malian soldiers who have gained control
of nearly half of the nation,
including the northern cities of Kidal, Gao, and Timbuktu.
Critics of the sanctions have pointed out
that the country will run out of petroleum
within a number of weeks.
A scenario that would be devastating...
[Device beeps] to the general population.
Staying in West Africa,
rival militias continue to clash in Tripoli
and other major Libyan cities,
as the new government struggles in their attempt
to foster lasting peace following the fall
of Muammar Gaddafi's regime.
The Libyan prime minister has called for a cease-fire
and has assured all rival camps that they will have a voice...
Annie?
What are you doing?
You coming to join me, or were you heading out?
I could stay a little while.
Next we turn to Marrakech, Morrocco,
where two German tourists were found dead yesterday.
At this time, local authorities
have not found a credible lead.
Moroccan security services are working closely
with the German government to ascertain
what might have befallen Mr. and Mrs. Schalke.
But a spokesperson for the Moroccan government
has stated that the deaths
were an unfortunate isolated incident...
Hey, somebody look into that one--
two German tourists killed in Marrakech, no suspects.
Dollars to doughnuts, they were spies.
Wouldn't doubt it.
Found some coded files in Jai's vault.
It's not a traditional cipher.
Well, it's a start.
...the northern cities of Kidal, Gao, and Timbuktu.
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