Previously on Covert Affairs...
Simon is a master spy.
Get intimate enough with a man and he'll tell you everything.
I like you quite a bit more than you might believe.
Where are you going? Bahamas? Caymans?
Cuba. Still interested?
So he killed his handler,
and he did it to protect you.
He's in love with you.
The D.C.I.'s put me on the trilateral commission
looking into Jai's death.
People think I murdered my own son?
I understand the mountain of pressure you're under
to make headway, and I think I can help.
Absolutely not.
Chantilly Lofts, Unit 317.
The location of Jai's safe house.
[Elevator bell dings]
You okay?
Yeah. Sorry, I'm just a little jet-lagged.
Can you tell me why we're here?
What, an evening in suburban Fairfax
isn't your idea of a dream date?
[Sighs]
This is Jai's safe house.
You found Jai's safe house?
With a little help from his dad.
You talked to Henry Wilcox?
I thought Arthur took you off the Jai investigation.
He did, but I don't like feeling like I failed,
so I kept investigating off-book.
Does Arthur know you talked to Henry?
He expressly told me not to.
Aren't you worried you're gonna get caught?
Always.
317.
This is it.
I take it from your stunned silence
that we're in the right place.
[Engine revving]
Jai must have been running
to keep the evidence off-site.
This must be what he wanted to show me
the day he was killed.
This must be what got him killed.
Did you find something?
Annie.
[Elevator bell dings]
[Sighs]
Start talking.
We thought you'd want to see this for yourself.
Good morning.
There's nothing good about being dragged out of bed
at 3:30 in the morning.
So on a scale of one to ten,
how big a deal is this?
Knowing Jai, 12.
Anybody else know about this?
No, sir. Just us.
Don't forget about Henry Wilcox.
I was about to get into that.
Did you actually think I wouldn't find out?
A bit of advice, Auggie-- next time a superior
gives you a direct order, follow it.
Auggie will be riding back with me.
It'll give us a chance to chat.
Can I drive?
Pack all this up and bring it back to Langley.
Annie!
I'm on it.
My office... three hours.
No calls, no emails, no sleep.
Not until we get to the bottom of this.
Auggie, you've been privy to Jai's O.S.P. files.
Anything about his missions stick out to you?
Yeah, 6 out of 50 operations have been compromised.
Exactly. Jai believed his missions were blown
due to leaks.
At the diner, before Jai died,
he claimed there was a connection back to Langley.
Hence the files outside of Langley.
Jai was tracking a man by the name of Simon Fischer.
Venture capitalist, land developer, Russian spy.
Fischer's one of the best.
About an hour ago, we intercepted a Russian cable.
Fischer's here in D.C. why?
The question is why now?
F.S.B. must have a greater play in the area.
We've got to proceed under the assumption
that he killed Jai.
Finding Fischer's not the top priority.
It's our only priority.
I can get to Simon Fischer.
How?
I've been developing him as an asset for months.
During that time, I've gained access
not only to his operational strategy,
but I've also gained his trust.
And we're just hearing about this now?
Is there anything else you forgot to mention?
The relationship's become intimate.
How intimate?
I think he's in love with me.
How can you be certain his feelings for you are genuine?
He killed his handler for me.
I'm pretty sure I know the answer to this question,
but under whose directive did this operation come about?
All true.
I oversaw all covert operations related to Simon Fischer.
Annie's mission was under my direct purview.
Annie hasn't worked under your purview for a month.
Also true. I instructed Annie
to maintain her relationship with Simon
even after she returned to the D.P.D.
Annie, maybe you'd like to explain to me
why you thought it was a good--
Don't blame Annie for any of this.
She was only following orders. My orders.
Which you stovepiped from the rest of the building.
That's the culture. You know that.
The intelligence gathered was constant and reliable.
The fact that I'm standing here at seven-shitty in the morning
means it was clearly relevant.
I'd also like to add that Annie's tradecraft
was nothing short of remarkable.
You're very lucky to have such a talented operative
back in your department.
I want to see a detailed timeline
of the entire Fischer mission on my desk by end of day.
I'd better get to work.
You can contact Simon Fischer?
Okay, Annie, give him a call.
Set up a meeting. Something intimate.
Auggie, put together a skeleton team.
We need to grab Fischer quietly.
I'd like to propose an alternative strategy, sir.
Okay.
I've linked Simon to a cellular jamming array
currently under construction in Cuba.
The tech is designed to disrupt communication
within the United States.
Oh, you're making my case for me.
A cooperative asset always provides
more reliable intel.
Simon is a man of integrity.
If you want him to cooperate,
we need to treat him with respect.
Let me approach Simon.
I can bring him in willingly.
Auggie, you, Annie, and one tech support.
Okay, Annie, bring Fischer in.
[Can You Save Me? By Apple Trees and Tangerines]
♪ Covert Affairs 03x08 ♪ Glass Spider Original Air Date on September 4, 2012
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
♪ 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 ♪
Please leave your message after the tone.
Press any key to end.
Third time is the charm. [Phone beeps]
[Phone line ringing]
Annie.
Hi, Simon.
I was just thinking about you.
We need to meet. I know you're in D.C.
Dinner?
I was thinking, like, now.
How about Montrose Park?
One hour?
Noon.
The Metro Center Mall.
I read about it in one of the guide books.
Simon, I want-- [Line disconnects]
Metro Center Mall.
Pretty hot. What do you think?
Proceed as directed.
Proceed with caution.
[Elevator bell dings]
Joan.
Lena.
Making progress on the timeline?
I still have a few more files to power through.
Annie's very thorough in her reports.
You trained her well.
Thank you.
Look, I know you're upset, but you should go easy on her.
She was just doing her job.
I'm not upset with Annie.
Well, you can't be mad about the results.
It's how you got them. That's the problem.
Your problem. And now that Annie's back in the D.P.D.,
they're my problem too.
You're just mad that the win wasn't under your watch.
As long as I've known you, you've always needed
to be in control, Joan.
Well, I guess people just don't change.
Look at you. No net. No regard for the fallout.
And there will be fallout this time.
[Elevator bell dings]
Let's not make this more complicated than it needs to be.
Annie was transferred into my division.
I saw potential. She showed initiative.
When the opportunity presented itself,
she delivered.
All she needed was someone to trust her.
- Arthur. - Don't worry.
I'll deal with Lena accordingly, and Annie.
That's not my concern at the moment.
A three-person team?
If Simon Fischer is such a threat,
why aren't we casting a wider net?
I think we've gotta respect Jai's approach.
- Reckless ambition? - Secrecy.
He kept all this information
outside of Langley for a reason--
because he didn't know who to trust.
And the only one we couldn't trust was Jai.
Ever consider he might have been in league with Fischer?
Jai Wilcox sent his own father to prison
for leaking agency intel.
Oh, he may have been an ass, but he wasn't a traitor.
Let's not forget to mention paranoid.
The guy blew up in a car bomb.
Seems to me his paranoia was justified.
Excuse me.
Where are you going?
To try and close the circle.
[Door lock buzzes]
This better not count as a conjugal visit.
Your dance card full, Henry?
[Door clangs]
Sit down.
Rough morning, Arthur?
Two minutes.
[Door lock buzzes]
You didn't need to thank me in person.
A handwritten note would have sufficed.
[Door clangs]
What else you holding back?
[Chuckles]
You find this amusing?
- Hysterical. - For Christ's sake, Henry.
This is your own son's murder investigation.
Don't pretend this is about justice.
You're trying to clean up your mess.
What do you want?
You got it backwards.
I don't want anything.
[Whispers] Tip the guards a few bucks
on your way out, Arthur.
[Normal voice] Actually, I do want something.
I want to watch you squirm...
[Door lock buzzes]
when it all comes down on you.
[Door clangs]
[Computer beeps and whirs]
- Signal status? - Coming in on a beam.
30 seconds or less.
Designed this little guy myself.
Twice the range, half the weight.
Oh, now, you see?
Most girls wouldn't trust a blind guy with a safety pin.
I was told these missions might get dangerous.
Don't worry, Annie.
We've got ears on you the entire time.
Only audio.
That's why Fischer picked this location.
Three levels, hundreds of access points.
Even if we had a 15 member team,
there'd be no way to secure the perimeter.
In other words, I'm on my own out there.
Those words exactly. Now listen to me.
You don't get eyes on him in the first 15 minutes,
you pull the plug.
[Computer beeps] We are good to go.
Barber's gonna relay the audio feed
back to the D.P.D.
Heyoh.
Don't ever do that again.
Okay.
Barber, could you...
give us a moment alone, please?
No, sit down.
Eat your chips.
I promised myself a long time ago
never to have a heart-to-heart in the back of a gray van.
Allen's Tavern when this is all done?
I'd like that.
Seems like we both have a few stories to tell.
11:58. That's two minutes till game time.
- Hey, Annie. - Yeah?
Bring me back a cinnabon.
[Carousel music playing]
♪
[Carousel music over headphones]
♪
I've missed you.
What are you doing in D.C.?
I met a girl.
Blond hair. About your height.
Gorgeous hazel eyes.
- It's not safe here. - I'm not safe anywhere.
My employer is willing to offer you a deal.
Where are you going?
I was hoping to find a shoe store.
- For what? - For your feet.
It's about time you had a decent pair to wear.
This is not the time to be charming.
I'm always charming.
I need you to come in with me.
I liked it better when you worked at a museum.
When did you know?
About the time you crashed into my car.
You hit me.
Now we're arguing about little details.
These aren't little details. This is life.
Our life.
I can tell when you're pushing,
trying to open me up.
You're good at it.
You can ask me anything.
Okay, but I need to know.
Did you kill Jai Wilcox?
No.
Then who in the F.S.B. did?
Well, you'll have to ask them yourself.
We're not currently on speaking terms.
It seems our weekend getaway ruffled a few feathers.
Stop pretending like everything is okay.
You're a man without a country.
You're out in the cold.
I need you to come in to Langley with me.
In exchange for what?
I may be in the cold,
but I'm not ready to go to hell.
We can offer you safety.
A new life.
What exactly would I live for?
You'll live.
We can protect you, like your parents' old steamer trunk.
And we won't have to say good-bye anymore.
Will you come in with me?
She's almost got him.
Please come in with me.
Can I trust you?
Always.
It's just you and me here.
Consider it a sign of good faith.
Simon!
[People screaming]
Shots fired.
Shots fired. Go! Go help Annie!
[Suspenseful music]
[People shouting and screaming]
Hey!
[Grunts]
Annie, we've got to get out of here!
[Alarm rings] Annie, this way.
Up the hill.
[Grunting]
You okay? Yeah, I'm fine.
[Sirens wailing]
We don't have a lot of time.
All right, listen.
[Thump on radio]
[Keyboard clicking]
[Clicking loudly] Come on.
This may have started out as a mission,
but it turned into something more.
I don't want to lose you.
And if you come in...
we could still be together.
That's what I wanted to tell you.
That's what I had to say.
If you want to say anything...
[Sirens wailing]
now's the time.
Goodbye, Annie.
I'm sorry for everything.
I'm not.
[Sentimental music]
♪
If you're just joining us,
breaking news in the D.C. Metro area,
where a shooting has taken place at Metro Center Mall.
The shooting sent the mall into panic earlier today.
No shoppers were injured during the attack,
but there have been reports... Hey.
That at least one man was wounded in the shooting.
They were out of cinnabons.
I assumed you got tired of shopping,
called it a half-day, and went home.
What the hell happened out there?
Both remain at large. Police, however, are not...
- Did Arthur order the hit? - No.
The shooter wasn't Agency sanctioned.
Then who?
You heard Fischer.
The Russians want him off the game board.
Arthur's asking to see you two at the screens.
[Indistinct conversations]
Simon Fischer managed to avoid the cameras
outside the mall.
Our only hope is that he hasn't yet left the country.
Finding the shooter is our best bet to tracking him down.
Barber, pull up the second floor security feeds.
Reverse angle.
Any idea where Fischer is headed?
No, I have no idea.
Well, a guy like Fischer has an escape plan in place.
Have you encountered any of his F.S.B. contacts
here in D.C.?
Walker?
[Intense music]
♪
- What's going on, Jai? - I can't do this here.
[Voice echoing] Come with me.
But if they find out--
- have an opportunity for you.
Okay? Here we can't do this.
Come with me, and you'll find out why.
[Music intensifies]
The shooter from the mall...
He was there when Jai was killed.
Annie, you don't have to do this.
- Yes, I do. - No, you really don't.
A TAC-team's on their way to the motel now.
And they've been instructed to wait until I get there.
Tactical teams are trained to hand situations like this.
Let them handle it.
This shooter is one of the only leads we have.
We need him alive.
Annie, you've been through enough today.
I'm gonna see this through to the end.
For Jai and for myself.
[Dramatic music]
♪
Can you get me a vest?
We intercepted an E.M.T. dispatch for a gunshot victim
on the second floor.
Bottle of Maker's says this is the shooter from the mall.
Okay, guys, the nurses show up in three minutes.
Let's go.
Remember the D.C.S. directive.
Target must be taken alive.
Just stay in the back, out of harm's way.
Go.
[Quietly] Move.
Hey!
Walker!
[Suspenseful music]
♪
Walker!
♪
Freeze!
Stop!
We won't hurt you.
Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
Drop the weapon!
[Panting]
No! [Gunshot]
[Muffled sirens]
- You okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.
[Sirens]
[Thump]
You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine. [Sirens]
[Thump]
- You okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.
[Thump]
Dude, you hungry?
What?
They got pizza.
- Pass. - On pizza?
That's weird. What are you working on?
[Button clicks]
Okay.
[Knock at door]
Joan...
Come in.
I'm sorry for keeping you in the dark
about my involvement with Lena.
Annie, you were pulled in five directions at once.
It's the hardest part of the job,
and you managed to make it all work out.
- You're not mad? - You made a judgment call.
It paid off.
What we need to focus on now is finding Simon Fischer
and proving he hired Brewer. Okay?
How will I be disciplined?
My guess?
A new medal.
Nothing this place loves more than handing out shiny objects.
For quality work or to distract attention?
To boost morale.
So both.
It should help with your chances of transferring
to a new division,
which is something I know you want.
What if I wanted to stay?
That decision's out of my hands.
[Sentimental music]
♪
Miss Walker? Hi.
You don't know me, but I just want to say
amazing job today.
Oh. Uh, thanks.
How 'bout that beer?
No, thank you.
Something wrong?
I'm not sure.
You tell me.
- You okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.
[Thump]
At first I wasn't sure
what that sound was, but then it hit me.
It's the heel of a shoe.
Your shoe.
Let me explain.
Please do.
What did you possibly have to talk to Simon about
in private as you were fleeing gunfire?
- You have to trust me. - Always have.
Tell me the truth.
Did you let Simon Fischer go?
[Sighs]
Do you love him, Annie?
Auggie--
Do you love him?
[Phone line ringing]
[Answering machine beeps]
Hey, Danielle. It's me.
Can you call me back tonight if you get a chance?
Send the girls my love.
I miss you.
Leo Brewer. You should recognize him.
He's an old acquaintance of yours.
Explosives expert, assassin for hire.
I know who he is.
I made him.
Last I heard, Brewer was rotting in a Colombian prison.
You're the one who sent him on that mission
and then turned your back on him after he was captured.
Is this really the best you could dig up?
Leo Brewer?
It's like playing chess with a third-grader.
Brewer's dead.
May he rest in peace.
Spit it out.
Brewer killed Jai.
Bullshit.
Analysts linked the purchase of C-4 explosives by Brewer
to residue found under Jai's wheel well.
[Exhales softly]
I thought I should be the one to tell you.
Who ordered the hit?
We think it was the Russians.
I'll tell you more when I can.
I'm sorry, Henry.
[Indistinct conversations]
Hi.
You got a minute?
For Annie Walker? Got all day.
Made quite a name for yourself out there.
I'm proud of you.
I wouldn't pat me on the back just yet.
All things considered, today was an utter failure.
You got closer than anyone ever has
to a top F.S.B. operative.
That's not something to be taken lightly.
Simon got away.
Take a moment to recognize what you've accomplished.
You uncovered a cellular jamming array in Cuba.
Do you know how big of a win this is?
I'm taking my report to the D.C.S. right now.
You've solidified yourself
as a top young operative in the building.
This time tomorrow, the halls will be saying your name.
They probably already are.
At what cost?
Hey.
I would've made the exact same decisions
put in your position, okay?
Go home.
Tomorrow there'll be a brand-new mission
to throw yourself into.
We need to talk.
It's about Annie.
[Cell phone rings]
Auggie. Change your mind about that drink?
- Where are you? - Auggie?
You need to come back to Langley.
It's been a long day.
Do you think this could wait till tomorrow?
No, it can't.
O.I.G. has a team going through your desk.
- Why? What's happening? - I'm not sure,
but you need to get back here and get in front of this.
Get in front of what?
[Ominous music]
♪
Uh, can I call you back?
♪
What are you doing here?
I don't want to lose you either.
What are you doing here, Simon?
[Exhales]
I couldn't leave you.
You're ready to turn yourself in to the Agency?
Tad late to walk in waving the white flag,
don't you think?
There's a target on your back.
I mean, Langley can provide asylum.
I didn't come for asylum.
I came for you.
We can go in together.
Annie.
You can tell them your side of the story.
What story? I-- [Chuckles]
I've never even seen my contact's face.
You can trade them for other intel.
Cuba and the listening array.
I've been a spy virtually all my life.
Distrustful ever since I was a boy.
And I'm tired of the lies.
It's just part of the game.
Exactly. It's a game.
One that we don't even play.
We just get moved around like chess pieces.
There's more to it than that.
[Scoffs]
I hate to burst your bubble, but no, there isn't.
Come away with me.
Leave this all behind.
How?
We work for two of the top spy agencies in the world.
They'd find us in weeks.
There's a small island off the Maldives,
reachable only by fishing boat.
It's completely off the grid.
I've spent the last ten years steadily cultivating
a false identity--
bank statements, credit cards, driver's license.
It's rock-solid,
and it'll provide cover for you as well.
Sounds like you really have thought this through.
Our flight into Dubai leaves in the morning.
Quick stop off to empty a few bank accounts.
We can be in Mali the day after tomorrow.
This is real.
If you want it to be.
It won't work.
I've left nothing to chance.
Everything's already in place.
No more dancing around who we are.
No more lies.
We can be together.
How would we live?
Better than now, living for other people.
We can live for each other.
I want to live for you.
Will you come with me?
Yes.
[Romantic music]
♪
[Beeping]
Auggie...
I'm coming in.
What's wrong?
We have to talk.
You certainly travel light.
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