Previously on Covert Affairs..
- Where's Borz? - Scumbag's in the next room.
- You got your hour with him? - I did.
Where you off to?
You know I'm not at liberty to say.
Is there anything you don't do well?
Go, go, go. Let's go!
Last night was not pretend. I know you felt something too.
Sydney, listen to me. That's not even my real name.
What? What is going on?
You know my key's been stolen.
Whose account paid for Chicago?
Ivan Kravec.
You need to catch up.
Why the change of heart?
Maybe I wanted a happy ending.
- Incoming call--Hayley. - Work again?
I always choose you over the mission.
But you?
Well, you choose the mission.
Apology accepted. That was fast.
I thought you were gonna put up a fight.
Oh, I would've.
But I already know what you did to make it up to me.
Natasha told you?
When?
When she showed up at my place.
Natasha's at your apartment?
Okay. She's wanted by the FBI.
Your apology was sounding a lot better a few seconds ago.
She's a fugitive.
What are you gonna do if she gets discovered?
She won't. I'll make sure of it.
- How? - I'll figure it out.
What about Hayley?
I'll figure that out too.
You don't miss having this kind of drama in your life, do ya?
My life is dramatic enough.
Sounds like it's about to get even more dramatic.
Check, please.
I'm not sure about Rue De Lyon.
Go look it up.
Joan?
We just received some time-sensitive intel
about Ivan Kravec.
N.S.A. provided us with data from their MYSTIC program,
analyzing every cell phone call made out of Paris last week.
Looks like Kravec is gearing up for some sort of big meeting,
possibly as early as tonight.
Then I should go back in. I got close with Kravec.
He likes me. He liked you.
That was before you drugged him and vanished.
We don't know how he feels about you now.
I covered my tracks with him.
Let me get back in and see if he still trusts me,
and we can go from there.
Annie's right.
Right now Kravec is at the top of the food chain.
We need to figure out if he's the one
behind the Chicago attack or he was just taking orders.
- So is that a yes? - Yes.
You're on the next flight to Paris.
Auggie, you can handle Annie from here.
I'll loop Calder in.
I'm so sorry.
Traffic was horrific.
Oh, don't worry about it, but I do have to go.
We're--we're wining and dining some members
of the house appropriations committee.
McQuaid doesn't have enough of the intelligence budget already?
Just doing my job.
Ooh.
What's wrong with your shoulder?
I must have tweaked it.
- Doing what? - I don't even know.
I got to go. Okay, see you.
See you, smiley.
I brought wine.
- Ah! - Hey.
You're never gonna get tired of doing that to me, are you?
I like how you look when you're surprised.
Yeah.
Mm, I'm gonna need a new laptop with a faster processor,
by the way. Wait. What? Why?
I'm trying to crack the local traffic-camera server.
- No, no, no. - I need something
that can handle a bigger data load.
Tash, if you do stuff like that,
you're gonna alert people that you're here.
Auggie, I wouldn't have lasted long on the run
if I got caught doing something as basic as that.
Besides, how will I know if the FBI's coming for me
if I don't hack the traffic cameras?
The FBI won't come for you
if you don't attract their attention.
I'm not a housecat, Auggie. I need to get out.
How did you make it four years on the run acting like that?
You need to play it safe.
I didn't come to the U.S. to be with you
because I like playing it safe.
I know this is hard,
but we'll make it work.
You brought wine.
Yeah.
And now you have that look you always get.
What are you not telling me?
Before you showed up here...
I was seeing someone,
and I haven't broken it off yet because...
Well...
Because I didn't know how real any of this was.
I never thought I'd see you again after Paris.
Who is it?
That Hayley girl that keeps calling?
Yeah.
We haven't seen each other in years.
I didn't expect you to be celibate.
I'm gonna break it off with her.
I'm just waiting for the right moment to do it.
Good.
And when you do, tell that bitch
to stay the hell away from my man.
Miss Miller...
After you vanished, I didn't expect to hear from you again.
Well, I don't like to wear out my welcome.
You are an unusual woman.
No, I'm just not the kind of woman you're used to.
Besides, I had an early plane, and I left a note.
What can I do for you, miss Miller?
You can start by not calling me Miss Miller.
Ah, but in Paris,
this is treating you like a lady.
I just flew into De Gaulle an hour ago.
We could discuss this in person.
But maybe you're busy, and I can try you next time I'm in town.
Are you tied up this afternoon?
I have a meeting, but I could move it.
So after we're done here, are you going to vanish again?
Hmm?
I might stick around. We'll see.
You like being mysterious.
Let's drink to that.
Mm.
It's work. Hmm.
It's Martine.
Uh, wait. Hold on a second. Just--
sure. Yeah, I can be right there.
Okay, I-I'll see you soon.
My buyer's getting cold feet,
and I'm counting on him for 60 grand.
What if you forget about your buyer
and spend tonight with me instead?
I will buy enough guns from you to make up the difference.
- I can't ask you to do that. - Please, it's nothing.
It would be my pleasure.
I kind of got the impression you were busy tonight.
We have a cocktail party right after this,
but you can be my guest.
All right.
Where's the party? Russian embassy.
Let me, um, call my buyer and tell him I can't make it.
Mm.
Auggie, I have a problem.
What's going on?
Ivan just invited me to a party at the Russian embassy.
We'll be there in about 30 minutes.
I'm blown in Russia.
If they check my fingerprints
or run me through facial recognition,
I will set off every alarm bell they have.
♪ Covert Affairs 05x06 ♪ Embassy Row Original Air Date on July 29, 2014
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Operative Walker will be heading to the Russian Embassy
in about 30 minutes.
If we don't clear the way,
Russian intelligence is gonna sweep her up.
We'll be lucky if she's only sent to the gulag.
Dude, I don't mean to be a pessimist here,
but you're talking about pulling a complete Retcon
on three separate systems.
Fingerprints, facial recognition, I.D.
Last FSB hack I did, we had a month to crack it, man.
A half hour?
It's barely enough time for a patch job.
That's why we're not gonna crack it.
We're gonna crash it.
What, like an old-school denial-of-service attack?
Exactly like that.
Old school. I like old school.
It's vintage.
Got a profile.
It's a local system. Oracle Sparc T4-2.
Oracle. Got it. I'm gonna hit their filter.
Hollman, did you get those bots up and running yet?
I've been hitting them with requests
for ten minutes already. Then why hasn't it crashed?
Ugh.
I don't understand. Do you speak English?
Um, can you place your hand here, please?
Almost there. We're almost there.
Is there a problem?
Almost there, almost there.
Crashed it! All right.
- Boom. - Beers are on you, Auggie.
Our system seems to be down.
Welcome to the Russian Embassy.
What did you say to him?
That Paris is nicer than Siberia,
which is where he would be stationed
if he didn't let us in.
How long before the embassy's computer system is back online?
Auggie assures me it'll be down until morning.
I hope so.
If the FSB catches Walker again, she's not getting out.
- She knows the risks. - Yeah.
She also likes taking them.
Hey, Joan. Calder, you ready?
Ready and starving.
- Where are you guys going? - We're eating in.
We have to get our ducks in a row
for the upcoming deposition.
Hope this doesn't mean more trouble
coming down from the DNI.
Oh, Hayley Price is digging into everything,
even stuff that doesn't have to do with Chicago.
Well, you'll let me know if I should be worried.
- Will do. - And you'll let me know
if the situation on the ground in Paris changes.
I will.
Who are all these people?
All friends of the ambassador, people important to Russia.
Why am I here?
Well, you are important to me.
Whatever you said.
Do you know the woman standing behind you?
She's staring at us.
Ah, this is my friend, Yana Starkov.
She's FSB.
She's going to want to talk to you.
Why?
Because she is jealous Russian woman,
and she is my ex-girlfriend.
Then maybe both of us should stay away from her.
Yes.
I'm terrible. Remind me of you name again.
Martine Miller, Browning Firearms.
We met at the White House correspondents' dinner.
Right, of course. I'm sorry.
I'm just so bad with names sometimes.
I'm in sales, Mr. McQuaid. I can't afford to be.
This is Ryan McQuaid.
I tried to sell his company some weapons last year.
Oh, some? Try 5,000 P-35s.
- Oh, so you do remember me. - Ivan Kravec, Kredit Krepost.
I've heard so much about you, Mr. McQuaid.
You should let me know if your bank
ever needs a security consult.
I mean, you can never be to careful these days.
I'm starving. I'm gonna get something to eat.
Can I get you anything?
No, thank you, darling.
- Nice to see you, Martine. - Mm-hmm.
Ivan.
What are you doing here?
I could ask the same thing of you.
The last time we ran into each other,
we were both after the same thing,
and we stepped on each others' toes a lot.
As I remember it, I helped you get
what you wanted in Venezuela.
You got what you wanted too,
and don't think I forgot about your hour with Borz.
What are you doing here?
I am here trying to procure
a half dozen Russian combat helicopters
for the D.I.A. from a Russian weapons contact of mine.
Why?
Because there are some places in the world
where American helicopters are a Red Flag.
That's where I come in.
Now, how about you, Martine?
What brings you here with... I can't discuss that.
Oh, I got it. It's none of my business.
Well, I am glad to see that the trust works both ways.
- Joan? - Yes?
You wanted to see me?
- Yes. Any update on Annie? - Yeah.
She's been sending back some encrypted pictures.
I ran them through facial recognition--
mostly bureaucrats and oligarchs,
a few hits on the FSB.
But nothing on the terrorist front yet.
And, uh, Ryan McQuaid is there, apparently.
McQuaid is at the embassy?
Annie said he's buying Russian attack helicopters
for the D.I.A.
I made a few calls. It checks out.
Huh.
Is that all you need?
Um, actually, I was hoping to get your help
on a personal matter.
Of course. What is it?
Arthur had to go out of the country last week
for work, somewhere in the Middle East.
- Mm-hmm. - Couldn't tell me where.
It's a non-disclosure agreement.
It's nothing you're not used to.
He hurt his shoulder,
and he wouldn't tell me how he did it.
It probably doesn't mean anything.
Probably not, so help me stop worrying about it.
Will you reach out to some of your military friends,
see what you can find? Sure.
Give me some time. Okay.
What's next?
Uh...
Take a look at the NCTC's deposition list.
There were a couple of names I wasn't familiar with.
Michael Oates...
He used to work at Justice, I think.
Okay.
Uh...
Damon Lee--he's a journalist. I don't know him very well.
Stephanie Banks...
She's a civilian.
Know her from the D.C. party circuit.
Okay.
- These all seem kind of random. - Yeah, I agree.
Just wanted to make sure there are no surprises in there.
Have you secured the connections they discussed?
- Yeah. - Good.
I enjoy working with the Kazakhstanis.
They have a good sense of humor.
Roast duck is on the menu, too, with the red cabbage.
Oh, I'm--I'm sorry. I don't speak Russian.
I asked, "what are you doing here?"
You're the one who came with Ivan, no?
Yes. I was just looking for him.
Uh, Martine Miller. And you are?
Tatiana Starkov.
You're American, no? Have we met before?
- I don't think so. - You look familiar.
Where are you from?
St. Louis, but lately I feel like I live out of my suitcase.
Hey, no fair. Speak English.
Sorry. I was about to leave, anyway.
I hate Russian food.
Nice meeting you, Martine. Mmhmm.
- I like her. - No, you don't.
She's a bitch. I'm glad you found me.
I've been thinking of nothing but you the whole night.
Let's go somewhere else. This isn't very private.
I know the people on this floor.
There's no one here. Hmm?
Hmm? Come.
I want to show you something.
Okay. Thank you.
Auggie.
So, I, uh-- I made some calls.
And it looks like McQuaid's Security group
was in a conflict outside Ramadi last week.
It wasn't in our weekly briefings
'cause they're a private contractor, but...
It looks like it might have been Arthur.
Do you know what happened?
They hit an I.E.D. Took fire from some insurgents.
Ultimately, no one was killed.
I may be able to find more details, if you want.
No, that's all right. Thank you for looking into it.
Yeah, of course.
Uh...
Joan, this is none of my business, I know...
But these things always sound worse
when you hear them secondhand.
Come.
You want to see a trick?
Hmm? Yes?
Are there glasses?
Yes.
It's my friend Arkady's office. I did him a favor, so...
He lets me use it sometimes.
Shouldn't we go back? They're gonna wonder where we are.
Let them wonder. Mm?
To you. Mm?
You are--oh.
You are not who you say you are, Martine Miller.
Huh?
Last time we were together, you drugged me.
Yes, yes.
GHB, yes?
This is fun drug.
Ivan, this is crazy.
Now it's your turn, huh?
Yes. Open mouth.
Open your mouth. Yes, yes, yes.
Yes. There we are.
Okay.
I'll tell you everything you want--
my name, I'll tell you who I work for.
Darling, no, it's too late for that.
I'm sorry.
Oh.
Hey. What's going on?
Help me.
Hey.
What is it?
I did something I shouldn't have done.
I know about Ramadi.
You were in a firefight.
You could have died. I'm sorry.
You know I would have told you if I could have.
This isn't about secrets. It's about Mack.
It's--this just wasn't the kind of thing
I thought you'd be signing up for right now.
Oh, no. I didn't intend to go into anything dangerous.
But this one just...
It ended up beyond my control.
Do you remember what you used to say about PMCs like McQuaid?
That they put profit
before patriotism?
I don't want you dying...
Because of profit.
McQuaid doesn't work like that.
Well, I wouldn't know that
because we can't talk about McQuaid.
I thought you said this wasn't about the secrets.
It's not.
When you were DCS, we had plenty of secrets between us.
But it felt different, because we were
under the same roof, working for the same people.
I understand.
Look, it's hard for me, too, being outside the CIA.
That place was my home for 20 years.
Okay, neither one of us is getting enough sleep.
We've got jobs that are pulling us
in two different directions.
And at the end of the day,
we can't even sit down and talk about it,
because I'm inside the agency--
And I'm not.
I've seen a lot of couples face this sort of thing
and lose.
We're not just any couple.
Calder, what are you doing here?
We need to talk...
Stephanie.
Please come in.
So you know my real name.
Why don't you tell me what you want?
You're going to be deposed in an upcoming investigation,
and I need our relationship to stay out of it.
Investigation?
By who?
The office of the Director of National Intelligence.
Well, now I get how you know my real name.
You must have an important job.
I'm not at liberty to discuss where I work.
I didn't ask.
Can I trust you?
You already know I'm discreet.
Yeah.
But this is way bigger than being just discreet.
If you work in the world I think you do,
then you probably already looked into my records.
You know I can cover my tracks.
You chose me for a reason.
Trust your judgment.
Okay.
Now, why do I get the sense there's more going on with you?
What is it?
What did you hope would happen when you came here?
Mm!
You are CIA, yes?
You're always fussin' with that.
The man stands in the doorway,
loading and checking his revolver.
She's the killer.
I'm 100% certain.
Do you want me spoil it for you?
Incoming call--Hayley.
Why is she calling?
Didn't you break up with her? Incoming call-Hayley.
I haven't had a chance to talk with her yet.
...and puts on his jacket to leave.
Good-bye, sweetheart.
- Talk to her now, then. - Are you serious?
You're avoiding it. So get it out of the way.
Okay.
Hayley.
Hey. Is, uh--is this a bad time?
No. No, it's fine.
Because I'm actually right outside your apartment.
Sorry. I know it's-- it's a bit stalker-y
to just show up like this,
but I-I need to talk to you about something.
Can I come up?
You know what? I'm just walking out the door right now,
but I've got time for a beer.
Okay. If it's--if it's, uh, not a big deal.
That's great. I'll be right down.
So you're going for a beer with her?
There's beer here.
Yeah.
I'm sorry.
Let me go handle this.
Sure, by all means.
Oh. Thank you.
Cheers.
So...
What was so important that you had to come down
and talk to me in person tonight?
Well, as part of my investigation into Chicago,
I've been looking at your friend Annie.
I know you guys are close, but there's some stuff
from her recent past that seems pretty suspicious.
Well, whatever it is, I'm sure she has a good reason.
I've been learning about a few of those things.
Did you know that after her time off,
she ditched her CIA minder, went off-book?
Okay.
Well, that's not exactly criminal behavior.
Maybe, but I've done enough of these investigations
to know that if somebody is keeping secrets from the CIA,
it is never a good sign.
Thank you for telling me.
But you didn't need to come all the way down here to do it.
Maybe I just wanted to see you.
I think we have something, Auggie.
I don't want to mess it up.
But I have to do my job,
so I wanted to tell you in person
so that you didn't hear it from the rumor mill.
I appreciate that.
This might sound kind of harsh,
but I think you need to distance yourself from Annie.
Just because she might go down
doesn't mean you have to go down with her.
No, this is a huge mistake. I'm not in the CIA.
Stop, huh?
I knew you were foreign intelligence
after you drugged me.
I took you to the embassy.
My friend Yana is FSB counter-espionage.
She knows Americans.
- Where are we going? - You're going to Moscow--
Lefortovo Prison, where the FSB keep their top interrogators.
But you already knew that.
- I'm just a gun salesman. - Oh, I will miss your spirit.
I regret that I won't be the one to break you,
but I assure you
it will be done by the best, hmm?
Here's Yana. Too bad.
Aah!
Ivan, let her go!
If you follow us, she will die!
As long as everything's out in the open,
do you want to tell me about Chicago?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Ah, I think you do.
A bank account under your name in the bank that you run
helped fund a terror attack on U.S. soil.
Or didn't you know what your money was being used for?
You're annoying me.
You think I'm the last CIA operative
that's gonna come for you?
You get rid of me, and more will come.
You'll be a fugitive.
Aah!
What's the news on Ivan?
Sweep team said he's gonna live.
Good.
It'd be a waste of all this if he died.
I don't have a towel, but, uh, it's--it's okay.
It's clean. It...
Forget about it. The wet look kind of works for you, anyway.
You okay to walk from here?
Yeah, I'm fine.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Whoa.
This way.
Oh.
You're lucky I'm a good shot,
or the sweep team would have been picking up a body,
instead of a potential source of information.
- What the hell happened to you? - Happened?
I saved you. You're welcome.
But I remember seeing you before I collapsed.
Where did you go?
Ivan started to wake up.
I couldn't exactly just carry you out without getting noticed.
Oh, so you let him take me.
The FSB sends
all its high-value interrogation suspects to Moscow,
so I knew I had some time to intercept you
before they dragged you out of the country.
It was taking kind of a big risk with my life.
Okay, look...
I'm sorry I didn't have more time
to think of a better plan.
But I did save you.
Thanks.
Kravec is en route to a stateside holding facility.
I'm heading up the interrogation team.
If he's part of a larger terrorist network,
I'll find out.
Do you honestly think the FSB could be behind Chicago?
I'm not ruling anything out.
We should muster all our available resources
on Russia too.
We need someone who knows all of the players on the ground.
I might have a lead on that.
An opportunity has come up, and I thought of you.
It could get complicated,
but I sincerely think
you're the best person for the job.
There's no one I trust more.
Hey, Calder.
You were right about those depositions--
random.
- What do you mean? - They pulled in half
the guests from the I.M.P. Awards dinner--
no connection to the investigation.
I mean, they must be really grasping at straws.
It's nice to hear some good news.
Listen, I'm swamped through Sunday.
But dinner next week, I hope? You know, about that...
I'm flattered...
But I'm not so sure it's a good idea--
us dating while we're working together.
Okay, got it.
No, you...
I-I think you're amazing. It's me.
I'm just trying to keep my life from getting too complicated.
Oh.
I should have known better than to ask a guy out in an elevator.
Oh, no, come on.
Take care of yourself, Calder.
Does this technically count as nepotism--
you hiring McQuaid to provide information on the FSB?
I prefer to look at it as serendipity.
The fact that you're my husband--that's just a bonus.
For you and me both.
It's nice working inside the CIA again.
Well, don't think this means I'm not gonna be tough on you.
I know you too well to think that.
Is that Arthur I hear?
Nice to have you back on board.
It's good to be back, Auggie.
Joan, I need to talk to you about something.
So let me get this straight.
You didn't break up with Hayley?
Can't break up with Hayley. She's investigating Annie.
And you don't want to lose her
as a potential source of information.
If the DNI came after Annie and I could help--
But you're dating someone else?
A civilian.
Mm-hmm.
Well, I think you know what my advice is gonna be,
which is probably why you asked me in the first place.
Keep Hayley close.
If she's taking aim at one of us,
it's better that we know first.
Yeah.
I should go.
You're welcome to stay.
I mean, the place is enormous.
It's honestly a waste for just one person.
Ryan, I don't need looking after.
You can look after me.
You definitely don't need looking after.
Everyone needs looking after.
There's no talking to you sometimes.
Look, the way I see it,
you and I make a pretty good team.
I don't need a team.
Has it ever occurred to you
that being close to someone could be a good thing?
If I didn't like you so much,
you might not be alive right now.
When I first joined the Navy,
I was sent on a combat mission in Somalia
with a bunch of guys I didn't know, so...
I didn't trust them.
And we'd sleep in shifts,
always someone standing guard, but I was too nervous to sleep,
so I took every shift.
After a while, I was just too tired.
I conked out.
When I woke up, the guy who was on watch--
he said to me, "you have to trust people eventually."
Then why don't you trust me enough to tell me
about your hour with Borz?
There's a mole in my organization.
Somebody's using my resources to pass classified secrets.
And I thought that Borz might know about it, but...
He was close to some people when he worked for me
that were involved.
That's what you couldn't tell me?
I run a company that has several hundred million dollars
in federal contracts,
based in part on the fact that I can keep secrets.
Anyone finds out that I have a mole, I'm ruined.
Those contracts are gone, and the thousands of people
who depend on me lose their jobs.
If I have a mole, I need to find him myself
before anyone else does.
Did you find him yet?
Not yet, but I will.
Hey, what happened with your emergency at work?
I'm kind of still in the middle of it.
- So you won't be home? - No.
And we need to talk.
It's about Hayley. She's not just gonna go away.
I don't understand. You still didn't break up with her?
She is investigating me, my friends,
people that I care about, and if she finds out about you,
you're gonna go to prison for a long time.
So I can't break up with her right now.
I got to play this out.
"Play this out"?
What kind of sick spy bullshit is this?
I know how it sounds, but I'm telling you the truth, Tash.
I am with you, not her.
If I want to protect you, I've got to keep her close.
Do you understand?
Tash, say something.
What do you want me to say?
I want to say that you hear me.
I hear you.
I have to go.
Auggie.
- Hey. - You ready?
Yeah, I'm ready.
I'm really glad you called.
Is everything okay? Couldn't be better.
Mm.
That was fun.
I'm so glad we're back on.
You proved I could trust you.
For now.
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