I'm Agent Rick Martinez.
Let me be the first to welcome you to the CIA.
And this is the story of America's great house of spies.
FAY: You've heard of office politics?
Ours come with poison pills and guns.
ADELE: Spy trap.
I knew this was going to be a fiasco.
I've been assigned to a special covert unit,
conceived to go where others can't,
and to do what others won't,
whether the mission's authorized or not.
We each have our own special skill, Martinez.
I lead, Billy charms people,
Casey hurts people, and you translate.
We are the ODS, last of the old-school spies.
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Good morning.
I made this for you.
Oh, uh, that's okay, Blanke,
I've already had my morning coffee.
The beans are Kopi Luwak.
Buddy from Indonesia sent them.
I also got you an almond croissant.
The best in the D.C. area.
Mmm. That's, um, very nice of you.
I also recently mastered the art of ayurvedic massage.
You heard about me and Adele.
What?
You and the lovely Deputy Director?
Dating? Oh, wonderful news!
Congratulations.
You know, young love is such a beautiful thing.
And also so rare and exquisite...
What-what-what do you want, Blanke?
I want you to make your girlfriend
read my mission proposals.
Now I figure, one night, candles lit,
wine poured... you could just slip my proposals
right under her nose. Not a chance.
BLANKE: Oh, please.
My creativity needs an outlet.
MICHAEL: Martinez.
Meeting with the Deputy Director.
Blanke, stop harassing my operative.
Roger that, Operative Dorset.
ADELE: With the director away
this week, I want things to run smoothly.
You want to impress the higher-ups
so you can force Higgins out
and take his job.
We follow you. No.
It's a good plan. You ought to consider it.
You're here because I need your advice.
This is Hamburg, Germany, two weeks ago.
MICHAEL: What exactly are we looking at here?
ADELE: A drug gang war, but that's not the interesting part.
This man is Constantine Gallo.
CIA operative Constantine Gallo.
He's been undercover in Hamburg for the past two years.
He's going native.
My instincts say pull him out,
end the mission immediately.
When last did this Gallo meet with his handler?
No-show for the past three meets.
MICHAEL: That footage is damaging,
but we need to put it into context, take into account
the stakes. We don't know the level of pressure
he was under at that moment,
we don't know his present state of mind.
Actually, we do have some insight into that.
This is the last communication we received from Gallo,
the day after the Hamburg shootout.
Things have gotten too hot.
I-I-I don't know who to trust anymore.
I've decided to enter stealth mode.
I am now shadow ninja.
This does not exist.
I do not exist anymore.
Do not attempt to contact me.
This will be my final transmission.
He has clearly lost it.
You might have led with that.
I need you to pull him out.
Okay.
But we need details-- what exactly was Gallo's mission?
FAY: He'd infiltrated the Gunther Voight heroin ring.
No small feat.
Voight is notoriously paranoid.
But why did they let Gallo stay under for so long?
Well, until his recent departure
from reality, his mission had been providing
valuable information on the Afghan heroin trade.
The Defense Department believes Voight's business
has been funneling millions of dollars
into the hands of Taliban fighters.
He's essentially funding the war against the U.S.
How did Gallo get inside the organization?
We set him up inside one of our cover businesses,
a bar called the Rathskeller.
Once you extract Gallo,
you'll also have to shut down the bar
and scrub it of any connection to the CIA.
MICHAEL: Burning a CIA-run business
sounds like fun.
Doubt that will go over well with the Duke, though.
Who's the Duke?
I'm sorry.
I can't agree to that.
You don't actually have a choice, Byron.
I refuse to close that bar.
This agency owns and/or operates over 2,000 front businesses
across the globe.
The Rathskeller is one
of our few actual moneymakers.
I have a sacred trust
with the American taxpayer
to get some return on their investment.
Your fiscal responsibility is
admirable, Duke, but as any investor
worth his salt will tell you,
sometimes you have to spend before you can save.
That makes no sense.
Well, I and millions of Americans would beg to differ.
I'm sorry for the outburst.
The Rathskeller is my shining star.
The example to which all other fronts should aspire.
Well, isn't there some other fake business
that you can focus on?
What's this?
An ostrich ranch in Argentina.
This is a potential goldmine.
You're sweet.
It turns out, people think ostriches are too weird to eat.
It's the necks.
(sighs)
Here. Have a pint while you're there.
We'll have two.
(door opens)
(speaking German)
Unfortunately, we're not here to drink, Operative Gallo.
No.
I told the agency I'm in stealth mode.
All right, just settle down.
We're here to bring you home.
Home. (Laughs)
You-You expect me to go home after all this?
Yes, because you're in over your head.
Well, that's sort of the definition
of-of-of "deep cover," isn't it?
I mean, you-you immerse yourself.
You-You hold your nose,
and you wade into the filth and sin.
RICK: And what's your status after two years, Gallo?
What kind of information on Voight have you gathered?
How close are you to moving in on him?
It takes a long time to gain the man's trust.
I mean, you-you don't get it...
MICHAEL: Oh, I do.
Honest to God, I do.
I've been where you are,
and I can appreciate the sacrifice you've made,
but the fact is, the only person you've been able to implicate
in any kind of criminal activity is yourself.
Don't do this.
I'm sorry, Gallo. It's done.
You've been scrubbed.
Oh, uh... (nervous laugh)
No, you... you can't.
I mean, did you...?
Uh, uh, I want to show you something.
Okay? All right.
If I... If I show you this,
you're going to realize that you can't let me go.
(clears throat)
Coming to you guys.
Copy. We've got him.
(engine starts)
So, you're waiting for what, peace in the Middle East?
Seems only fair to give him a head start.
Hey, back off!
Just bump him.
No.
Tap him.
It could kill him.
Nudge him.
Talk to him.
We're trying to help you, moron!
Then stay... stay back!
It didn't work.
Oh, what a shock.
You really have a general dislike for mankind, don't you?
I won't deny it.
He's speeding up.
(tires squeak)
(horn honking, tires squeaking)
(tires squealing)
BILLY: Gallo!
MICHAEL: Erased Gallo's hard drive.
This is all his intel on Voight. Not much.
To Gallo, poor bugger.
He took a long drive off a short pier,
but he's still a fallen comrade.
Gallo.
♪ ♪
I feel like it's our fault.
Gallo drove that scooter into the water,
but maybe we pushed him.
The only person to blame for Gallo's current state
is one drug lord-- Gunther Voight.
And guilt is a fatiguing emotion, Martinez.
I much prefer channeling it into rage.
It's invigorating.
You should try it.
I don't think we should leave.
No? No.
I think we should stay and finish the mission.
How would we do that, Martinez?
I don't know.
We would need to set up Voight somehow.
I think Martinez is suggesting we set up a sting.
Get our hands on some heroin and sell it to Voight.
We'd need a cover operation.
Something unimpeachable.
What should our cover be, Martinez?
I don't know. It's too late to set up anything legitimate.
Unless it's already established.
Valhalla Records, for instance.
What is that?
A Norwegian pop label and concert promoter.
They use their tour busses
to sell heroin all over Northern Europe.
MICHAEL: Mm-hmm. We shut them down,
had everybody arrested, but we kept the business intact,
just in case we needed a little street cred in the future.
It's one of the Duke's front businesses now.
So, is that what you had in mind, Martinez?
You guys were pretty much planning this all along, huh?
- He's not as clueless as he looks. - Nice.
Thank you for letting me twist in the wind.
BILLY: It was rather adorable
watching you figure it out all by yourself
what we planned to do.
So, we revive Valhalla,
convince Voight that it's back in business, and then,
we sting him when he tries to buy drugs from us, hmm?
And I volunteer to be the face of Valhalla Records.
It was the role I was born to play.
Okay. Collins, you're it.
RICK: You guys are so smart.
Where are you guys going to get your hands on some heroin?
That's where you come in.
I'm sorry. You did say heroin?
RICK: Yes.
Yes. Um, I think five kilos should do...
Ten! Ten. Ten.
I-I'm sorry. I meant to say,
uh, ten kilos should do the trick.
Of the good stuff, too.
It all has to be top grade.
Of course. Only the best for the ODS.
That's not going to happen.
Operative Martinez, your mission was...
Well, the mission has just shifted.
Hasn't it?
We just lost a man, remember?
Look, this is our chance to stop Gunther Voight
from buying heroin from cartels
that are controlled by the Taliban.
To keep him
from pouring hundreds of millions of dollars
into a drug trade that finances terrorism.
Look, Director Higgins will be back in a week.
Well, by then, it'll be too late.
Gallo's efforts would have been for nothing.
Ten kilos?
Of the good stuff.
"The mission has just shifted."
I'm telling you,
the guy's starting to grow some serious attachments.
BLANKE: Deputy Director, before you begin,
allow me to say
that in no way did I threaten, coerce
or otherwise intimidate your boyfriend
into making you give me this assignment.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Ah. Never mind.
Hmm. Please.
What's my mission?
We need you to smuggle
ten kilos of heroin into Hamburg, Germany.
Ten kilos?
According to our records, you've done this before.
Yes, but I don't think
I can stomach that much.
Excuse me?
I just find
that balloons don't travel that well through my system.
Oh, no. We-We were thinking we'd try a different way.
I, uh... Mm. Yeah, I...
Mm. Oh.
(laughs): Not that, no. Uh, no.
We'd-We'd put the heroin inside your carry-on luggage
in an undetectable polymer wrap.
Oh. Well, in that case, I'm your man.
Glad to hear it.
You were the top choice for the job.
Yeah, I'm expendable.
Oh, I wouldn't... I wouldn't say that.
No, it's okay.
Drug smuggling isn't given to the MVPs.
Can't risk them getting arrested.
But I'm going to nail this assignment.
I'm going to prove you wrong about me, Deputy Director.
I'm sure you will, Operative Blanke.
FAY: Approval for the heroin
we requisitioned came in five minutes ago.
ADELE: Mule is en route.
Blanke?
He's guaranteeing success.
I love confidence in a patsy.
How's our fake concert coming together?
We've secured an arena and surveillance trucks.
The band you'll be promoting is Viking Conspiracy.
Industrial anarchist folk rock.
We've also gotten some intel on Voight's crew.
Fay is sending you the pictures now.
They're regulars at Gallo's bar.
FAY: Big guy is Klaus, Voight's bodyguard.
Has the most access to Voight.
He's our pick if you want to plant a wire.
Mm-hmm. Who's the other guy?
FAY: He's the one you need to be worried about.
Anders Schmidt, Voight's top lieutenant.
ADELE: Operative Collins has his cover documentation in hand?
Yeah, he's all set.
He just needs to sit at the bar and wait.
Drink beer and be sociable.
Well, in that case, we got the right man on the job.
Hey.
(sighs)
The heroin is on its way.
Do me a favor.
When I leave,
remember to keep your mind on the job.
What are you talking about?
I'm always professional.
Whatever you say.
Are you having a stroke?
Quite possibly.
At the very least,
I think my blood type may have changed.
WOMAN: That's weird.
BILLY: Oh, I have some business
to attend to, but after that,
I am most definitely free, and I would love
to take you somewhere fantastic.
You seem very, very kind,
but, uh, I'm not the right woman for you.
Let me be the judge of that.
I will only cause you grief.
(door opens)
MICHAEL: Okay.
Our dates have arrived.
Oh.
My meeting.
WOMAN: You know them?
Not yet. Do you?
She's unavailable, so leave.
Oh, I get it.
You're Gunther Voight's girl.
That's a shame.
How do you know Herr Voight?
I know his reputation.
I know your reputation.
Not sure I want to know yours.
Who are you?
I am an astute businessman
who keeps an eye out for new opportunities.
Billy McGee, Valhalla Records.
Perhaps you've heard of us?
I thought Valhalla has gone out of business.
Oh, we're simply going through some corporate restructuring.
That's all.
But we're quite active, I can assure you.
MICHAEL: Plant the mic on the big guy's coat.
BILLY: You're a lucky man, Herr Schmidt.
I'm only in town a couple days, but I'm sure
I can squeeze in some business
with your boss if he's interested.
Why don't I introduce you to Herr Voight now?
Now? Like, right this second now?
Bring the coat now.
All right, we're done, Martinez.
CASEY: Stall him, Billy.
(whistling)
(Billy clears his throat)
SCHMIDT: Is there a problem?
It's done.
Hell, no.
I'm good to go.
MICHAEL: Billy, don't forget to lose the earwig.
(metallic clanging)
Sir, I think you're gonna have to check your bag.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
(laughs) It's not necessary.
Excuse me.
Pardon me. Excuse me.
I'm sorry.
(grunting and muttering)
(grunts)
- Have a good flight, sir. - Thanks.
You, too.
I mean, have a great day.
What's the matter?
There is a security protocol that must be taken.
Lead the way, Schmidty.
(clearing his throat)
Before you have your meeting, you need to understand
that when it comes to business, Herr Voight likes to be clear.
Can you be clear about what business you are in?
Oh, yes. I'm clear about everything.
Can you be clear?
Is something getting lost in translation here?
What business are you in?
Selling very high-grade heroin.
(grunting)
(mutters)
What business are you in now?
Music business. I'm in the music business.
(sniffles)
(sighs)
You are not to mention heroin to Herr Voight once,
or you will not walk out of that room alive.
Your point's well made.
(panting)
Might have overstated it a smidge.
(sighs)
All right, according to Gallo's drawing,
Voight's study should be right
on the other side of this wall.
All right, let's get it done.
Get what done?
Ah. Shaped charges.
We're gonna blow a hole in that wall?
Not unless we have to. MICHAEL: Consider it
a very loud last resort in case we need to get in there fast.
RICK: Last resort.
And how will we know when that is?
CASEY: When Billy gives the signal.
Or when he stops making noise,
which, in and of itself, is a kind of signal.
You look like you could use a drink.
Ah, don't tell me.
I pride myself on guessing these things.
Scotch. Single malt.
A man after my own liver.
Single malt.
Right away, sir.
Gallo is an American,
but you must not hold that against him.
He is now a trusted associate.
RICK: Gallo's alive?
Billy McGee, Valhalla Records.
Mr. McGee would like to do some business with us.
What do you think?
Valhalla, huh?
I seem to recall you guys
having creative means to distribute your products.
Mm, that we do.
As concert promoters,
we can go anywhere in the world, unmolested by law enforcement.
We offer safety and reliability,
immune to the fickle nature of such things as politics,
and rocket-propelled grenades for that matter.
(chuckling) Of course, I'd be happy
to provide you with a sample of our music,
so you can ascertain its quality.
In fact, we're putting on a concert tomorrow night.
A perfect opportunity for business.
You'd be my personal guest.
How long are you going to be in town?
(sighs)
Couple of days.
It's just not long enough
to establish the necessary trust.
But we will stay in touch.
If I thought we had an agreement,
I might be able to extend my trip by a couple of days.
I am a conservative businessman, Mr. McGee.
I like to nurture my relationships over time.
Oh, I'm sorry.
If you had no intention of making a deal,
why was I... briefed so aggressively for this meeting?
Because I wanted to be fair to you.
If we are to do business together one day,
I want you to enter into that agreement with your eyes open.
You see, I value trust and loyalty
above everything.
Fair enough.
MICHAEL: Okay, Gallo, this had better be good.
I'm in love.
That's it?
That's why you faked your death?
Well, I thought that if I acted like I was mental and...
you know, died, the agency would send you back.
BILLY: This ruse
was entirely unnecessary.
It's not that easy.
MICHAEL: Not that easy?
And running from the CIA for the rest of your life is?
It's Greta.
All right?
I faked my death
because I'm in love with Voight's girlfriend.
And she loves me.
You're right, you'd be better off dead.
Look... we didn't plan it.
It wasn't supposed to happen to me.
Guys like-like us aren't supposed to have this, right?
We give up everything for the job.
No stability,
no family, no one to come home to at night.
Well, I found it. (laughs softly)
And now I'm not gonna give it up.
What if we can do this?
Hmm?
What if we can send Voight away for good?
Then you could still be with Greta, right?
It's not gonna happen.
Voight is untouchable, guys.
He's always one step ahead of the game.
It's like he's got this innate ability
to sense a trap.
You heard him, Billy.
He's not gonna bite.
Maybe we just need to make him hungry.
Make him need us.
Cut off his supply.
How the hell are you gonna do that?
So, let me understand this--
Operative Gallo is in fact alive?
I-I-I know it's complicated.
Let me explain.
Wait, he faked his own death because
he's in love with a German heroin dealer's girlfriend.
And based on the word of a duplicitous
and possibly deranged individual,
you want me to order a drone strike in Pakistan
to take out a shipment of heroin on its way to Voight?
Exactly. It's his main supply route.
So then he'll be forced to buy
the ten kilos of heroin I sent you.
Of course! It all makes so much sense.
I will certainly not be authorizing
a drone strike in Pakistan.
Listen... if we pull this off, who's gonna look better?
You, the person who green-lit this mission, or Higgins,
who just spent a week fly-fishing with Don Rumsfeld?
Do you really think I'm so ambitious
that I'd make a decision purely to forward my own career?
What?
D-Did I say that?
Because from what I can see,
you're trying to use our relationship
to forward your career.
That's pretty ambitious yourself, Operative Martinez.
I'm asking you to trust me.
(sighs heavily)
(German accent): Your papers, please?
(mimicking accent): Your papers, please?
(chuckles) Come on.
You Germans have got to love saying that, am I right?
(fake chuckling)
Whoa. It's... Huh?
You...
Listen, I hope you haven't spent too much of your currency
with Adele on all this; it's not worth it. (sighs)
We'll be okay. No, I'm serious; Gallo's not wrong.
Men like you and I, we're not destined for the happily-ever-after.
If you have it, don't squander it.
Whatever you are doing, you need to stop.
Sorry?
You have no idea
how dangerous Gunther can be.
If you push him too far, you're all going to be dead.
All right, all right. Uh, what happened?
Gunther got a call today about one of his shipments.
There was an attack or something.
It is not going to arrive.
(smacks lips)
You are responsible, aren't you?
You know, people throw the word "behemoth"
around willy-nilly, but only when one actually walks
through the door, do you finally appreciate it.
Greta.
(Klaus speaking German)
Oh, in a minute.
We're all about to have a drink.
Join us. Yes!
I'd love to hear about your cardio routine.
I insist. Sit down.
(phone rings)
It's your mate-- Schmidt.
Guten Tag.
Excellent.
I'll be there.
Well, well, Herr Voight just decided
to take me up on my business proposal.
And I think that calls for a celebration,
don't you?
Hoist a stein, mate.
We're partners now.
(laughs)
May every Christmas be white,
and all the days in between.
Yes.
Prosit.
GRETA: What's that?
A loose button?
(speaking German)
BILLY: Hey, put the phone down.
Come on.
BILLY: Good night, Irene.
(panting): This could be a problem.
A big problem.
Martinez...
this is not going to work unless you heave when I ho.
Okay.
Heave...
ho!
Heave...
ho!
Heave...
ho!
MICHAEL: All right...
(sighs) new plan.
We call Interpol and have Klaus arrested.
Trump up charges if we have to.
My guess is, this guy has a laundry list
of legal indiscretions to cull from.
This is not good, guys.
Voight's gonna be real nervous without Klaus around.
He's a little insecure. MICHAEL: Okay,
so we hit the pause button until things settle down.
Billy, you reach out to Voight and tell him that
you caught wind of a bust; call off the buy.
We know Voight's skittish, so he'll go along with it.
In the next three months or so, when Voight's guard is down
and Valhalla's next tour rolls into town,
then we'll pick up right where we left off.
It's the smart move. Everybody agreed?
Mm-hmm.
(mumbles)
GRETA: No.
No. No. No.
I can't wait three months.
Or two. Or one.
It's just a matter of weeks before Voight realizes
I don't have... a stomach bug.
I'm pregnant.
What?
You're gonna be a father.
Okay, new new plan.
We continue with the mission.
And what are we gonna do about our 500-pound problem?
We're gonna have to keep Klaus hidden for six hours.
We've seen the guy drink, right?
Let's say he was arrested
for being drunk and disorderly.
What do you think? Can you sell that to Voight?
I'm gonna be a father.
I can tell that story.
Good.
Where the hell's Blanke?
He was supposed to be here an hour ago with the heroin.
It's getting close.
You know Blanke-- he's not happy
(phone rings) unless he's living on the raggedy edge.
HQ.
Please tell me the packages are on their way.
There's been a snag.
Operative Blanke was apprehended by Customs officials
at the Hamburg airport.
(groans) And the heroin?
Impounded.
Impounded? Oh, that is just great.
What is Operative Collins supposed to tell
Voight and his men when they come to get the product?
You'll have your product.
I thought you said it was impounded.
I spoke with the German authorities.
They share the same desire that we do to bring down Voight
and have agreed to release the heroin.
I don't really like the sound of that.
What do they get in return?
To be included on the bust.
The sting is now a joint effort.
No way. We do that, we lose control of the mission.
Well, unfortunately,
Operative Dorset, that's how it has to be.
Good evening, Herr McGee. Schmidty!
I was just on my way to the arena.
Herr Voight would like you to drive with us.
Who am I to turn down a ride in such extravagance?
I thought I might do some skiing before heading home.
Any recommendations?
You know, somewhere picturesque.
Long runs on soft white powder.
Après-ski females of loose moral fiber.
SCHMIDT: Garmisch-
Partenkirchen.
Scenic, historic.
Historic how?
Famous for the witch trials.
End of the 16th century,
ten percent of the village was burned at the stake.
Imagine that.
See, I always fancied witches made up
a much smaller percentage of the population.
Suppose they do now, eh? (chuckles)
Uh, we don't appear to be heading toward the arena.
No. It appears we are not.
That's puzzling.
Klaus picked the wrong night to go on one of his benders.
You see, Mr. McGee,
I feel vulnerable without his presence,
so we are playing it safe.
We had a deal.
And we still do.
I've sent my associates to handle the transaction.
We can wait at my place, enjoy a drink.
You understand, don't you?
Sure.
I thought you were going
to the concert. I changed my mind.
- You want me to open this? - No, no, no. Put it on ice.
When our associates call me to tell me their transaction
has been successful, we will enjoy the champagne.
Until then, we wait.
♪ ♪
Uh, we got activity.
Is it Voight?
Negative. It is not Voight.
RICK: Billy's not there, either.
MICHAEL: Voight sent his underlings to do the deal.
He knows it's a sting; call it off.
I can't do that. The drugs are in the hands
of criminals-- an arrest must be made.
If you do that, they will kill our operative.
Now, call it off.
I'm sorry. (speaks German)
(sirens blaring) MAN: Stop!
(tires screech)
(man speaking German)
(soft music playing)
My bands are gonna be none too thrilled that I didn't show up.
Have you worked with musicians?
They're a fragile lot.
Constant need of a stroke.
I mean, granted, they're not my company's
main source of income, but still...
I'm sure you can caress
their ruffled feathers back into shape.
You're very smooth in that respect.
I try, Herr Voight, I try.
(phone ringing)
Ja.
Ja. Ich verstehe.
Make sure there is nothing on him that can connect him to me,
then dump the body.
GRETA: Gunther, no.
GALLO: Whoa, okay, all right, hold on.
Voight, come on, man, all right?
You know there's nothing I hate more
than a dissatisfied customer.
GALLO: Gunther, what is this? What's going on?
We were set up, my friend.
It was a sting.
Whoa, what are you talking about, a sting?
Why would you assume I had anything to do with a sting?
Your associates were not arrested.
I grant you that might look incriminating,
but let's not make any rash decisions here,
right, that can't be undone in the sober light of day.
Such as death, which is often undoable.
(snaps fingers) Greta, come.
Kill him.
BILLY: Whoa, really?
Shooting me? That's a bit unoriginal, isn't it?
I took you for a man who'd derive great pleasure
in a... prolonged, perhaps even leisurely sequence of torturous
pre-execution style exercises...
culminating in a drawn-out,
life-snuffing procedure.
We also admire
efficiency.
(explosion)
(both coughing)
You fellas took your time.
A simple "thank you" would suffice.
This way. Let's go. Greta, are you okay?
Come on.
Come on. This way.
VOIGHT: You still don't have me.
You have nothing to tie me to anything.
(laughs) All this effort,
and you are leaving empty-handed.
Except for the bill I will send you for my wall.
You think you're some kind of criminal mastermind, do you?
Well, smart-arse, you've had a CIA operative
under your snout for the past two years.
Your old friend Gallo, who's been banging your girlfriend,
and-- here's the real kicker-- she's pregnant...
with his baby.
(clicks tongue)
(sirens blaring)
MICHAEL: Voight!
It's over!
(policemen shouting in German)
(shouting continues)
DUKE: Such a hero deserves
his own slice of Heaven.
Like Spain, home to St. Villefort's
International Academy.
MICHAEL: Your new assignment.
Wha...? A school?
DUKE: Please.
PS 42 is a school.
St. Villefort's is an exclusive private institution.
Where the majority of the world's leaders
send their children to learn about the world before they...
well, before they grow up and try and dominate it.
Yeah, I don't know anything about running a school.
DUKE: You don't need to.
You're gonna manage the dining halls.
You did a hell of a job turning around the Rathskeller.
You were a fantastic steward
of taxpayer funds.
And that kind of thing
is as rare in these parts as a baby eagle.
GALLO: Wow.
I don't know what to say.
No ruthless heroin kingpins,
no nasty drug gang wars.
Just the occasional spoiled brat
gossiping about Mommy and Daddy's plot
to destroy U.S. interests.
You listen in, sling your Tater Tots,
and report what you hear back to the Agency.
I don't know, it just... (sighs)
It's-it's not what I'm used to.
I almost forgot to mention, there is a full-time
day-care center,
and as an employee,
your child would be granted full tuition.
It sounds perfect.
Really?
Yes.
(quietly): It's not very often
you see a spy coming out from the cold
and into the warmth of true love. Right?
I, for one, am touched.
♪ ♪
(whistling a tune)
So, I guess you heard?
Schmidt decided to flip on his old boss.
Yeah. Voight's going down for heroin trafficking
as well as attempted murder.
Looking at at least 20 years.
So, the whole office is buzzing because of your big success
while Higgins was away. Yeah, that's true.
I'm getting phone calls. Big phone calls. Mm-hmm.
So, that's good, isn't it?
Maybe this won't work.
Two ambitious people like us.
You're supposed to date your opposite.
So we're both ambitious.
Ambition's a good thing, provided it's...
Selfless and in the service of good.
I think you're a little unclear as to the concept of ambition.
Oh, okay. Okay.
Well, uh... you're totally heartless.
But that's okay.
That's why this works, you see.
Because...
I have a big heart.
(laughs)
All right, so you're saying we are dating our opposites
because I have no heart.
Let's-let's not... talk about that point right now.
Deputy Director Ferrer.
Operative Blanke is on the phone.
Can it wait?
He says it's an emergency.
Okay, look, I've been trying to tell you guys
it's not heroin, it's heroin residue
from the flight over.
Okay? Okay, I'm not explaining myself very well.
Hi. Listen, I think I'm gonna need a translator
and also maybe a lawyer!
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