All language subtitles for Covert Affairs S05E02 False Skorpion

- Borz altan.
Could be an American, Muslim.

- Has he worked for mcquaid
security for a short while?

Mr. mcquaid? What do
you remember about borz altan?

- Did security work for me for
four months in eastern Europe.

- Did he have any specialized
training?

I mean, what exactly
did he do for you?

- Why do you want to know
all this, anyway?

- It's classified.

- I thought about your offer.
When do I start?

- I just have to take care
of a few things out of town,

so I should be back on Monday.
How's that sound?

- Yes, could you--could you tell
Dr. Cohen

that I just had
an episode again?

Call me back.

- The altans somehow
had knowledge

of our secret Chicago facility.

Mykola altan had a surgically
implanted ied.

We believe the surgery was done
by his sister, oksana.

Oksana was taken down
by Annie Walker.

Their brother, borz altan,
remains in the wind.

[Phone ringing]

- Did you find him?

- How did you know
why I'm calling?

- It's 5:15 in the morning.
Why else would you be calling?

Did you find borz?
- Eh, kind of.

The Mexican police found
a dead body a few Miles

from the airport in veracruz.

Techint scrubbed
the security cameras.

Borz was seen boarding a flight
yesterday

using the Vic's passport.

- Where to?
- Maracaibo.

Joan wants you on a plane.
How soon can you get to Dulles?

- Uh...Give me an hour.

- All right.
Check in when you land.

We've got a couple of local
spotters down there

beating the bushes for leads.
- Got it.

- Venezuela?
- Yeah.

- State's pulled
all their embassy personnel.

We don't have too many friends
down there.

- I think it's more accurate
to say we don't have any friends

down there.
- Yeah, well still, it could

have been worse--borz could have
ended up in Cuba.

- Yeah, or north Korea, or Iran.
Regardless, it's a short list.

- Yeah.
- Auggie.

Any word from Annie?
- En route.

She'll be wheels down
in maracaibo in six hours.

- Okay.
And then what?

She can't haul him back for
questioning on her own.

- She has to find him first.

- I can deploy a team out
of medellin to meet up with her.

Six guys who know the terrain.

- A tac team wandering
the streets, knocking on doors.

If not making waves
is the objective,

we shouldn't bring
in a bigger boat.

- I'll keep them on standby.

- Dni's office
is putting together a team

to investigate Chicago.

They're coordinating it
out of the nctc.

- Yeah, I know, I already got my
summons this afternoon at 3:00.

- Okay, well let me send someone
over from legal with you,

just to be careful.

- There's no need.
I'm not going.

- Dci wants us to cooperate
fully, auggie.

- Well, they want to waste
my time, they can send somebody

down here with a subpoena
and a taser.

Otherwise, I'm going to be
at my desk,

helping to bring in a terrorist.
- All right.

Let the record show I've
informed you of the agency's

official stance on this issue.
Carry on.

[Upbeat music playing]

♪

[Speaking Spanish]

- Is that all you got?

[Men chanting distantly]

♪

- Yeah.
- Better look around.

- Stop.

Now turn around
and keep your hands

where I can see them,
mcquaid.

- You remember my name.

I was wondering if I left a good
impression the last time we met.

- What are you doing here?

- Why don't you put that down,
so we can have

a more civilized conversation?

- I think I'll keep it right
where it is

until you start talking.

- Well, then, we are going
to have ourselves

a real Mexican stand-off.

- How do you figure?

- So.
You were saying?

- Down, boys.

Dex, Fitz, I would like
to introduce you to someone

that I'm not sure
how to formally introduce.

But what should
we be calling you today?

- When we spoke in Chicago,
you said you had no idea

where borz was.
But here you are in maracaibo.

You lied to me?

- It wasn't a lie
when I said it.

- You knew we were
looking for him.

You should have notified us

the minute you knew
where he was.

- You expect me to sit
on my hands when

one of my ex-employees
blows up a CIA facility?

Hell, no.
- So where's borz now?

- Who are you?
What are you doing here?

Don't come into a place
of worship carrying guns

and tell me you come in peace.

- Thank you.

- What can you tell
me about the man

who stayed here last night?

- Nobody stay here last night.

- I know that isn't true.

Did you talk to him?

Did he say where he was going?

- We didn't talk for very long.

My father just let him stay here
the one night.

- But you talked to him?

- Go, go now.
- But baba--

I think you should go now,
as well.

- Thank you for your help.

- I'm sorry to play
the man-to-man card,

but it's a cultural thing.

- What did the imam say?
- Not much.

What about the girl?
Did she tell you anything?

- Not much.
- Listen, I don't want

to butt heads with Langley
over this,

I really don't, so how about
we try and work together?

- Together?
- I only want one thing--

an hour alone with borz
before I turn him over to you.

- An hour alone to do what?

- I just have to ask him
a few questions.

- Questions about what?

- Oh, just questions
that only he can answer.

- I need you to be
more specific than that.

- I can't be more specific
than that.

- Well, then no deal.

- Look, you're down here alone
with no back-up.

You're--you need my help.

We already proved that
with the imam.

- I need your help?
- It's okay, you can admit it.

No man--or woman--is an island.

[Inaudible whispering]
Okay, great.

- I can find borz on my own.
- Okay, good luck with that.

- Hey.

You always roll four deep,
like this?

- Depends.

- It's hard to blend in
with this much muscle.

- You show me anyone in this
country who isn't flexing

at least three bodyguards.
I am blending in.

Hey, happy hunting.
- Yeah.

Senor, dos mas.
[Line ringing]

Auggie, it's me.

I need you to tell me
where you think I am.

- Wait, what?

- Mcquaid's got my phone.

- Mcquaid's in maracaibo?

I didn't know he still
went into the field like that.

He's ceo--he's got plenty
of operatives at his disposal.

- Yeah, he's got a few of those
down here, too.

How far ahead of me is he?

- Let's see.
About two Miles.

Just stay on route 3.

- He found something out
at masjid mosque.

I know he did.
- We contract out

millions of dollars
of work a year to mcquaid.

He knows we're his bread
and butter.

Why would he get in our way
if it might jeopardize

his business?
- He asked me to join forces.

He said all he needed was to
talk to borz for an hour, alone.

- What'd you say?
- I said no.

He can't be trusted.

- Once upon a time,
you would have smiled,

taken him up on his offer,
and figured the rest out

when you got there.

- You can't bargain with guys
like mcquaid.

He's not wired like us.

I made the right call,
auggie.

- Did auggie read you in on
what's going on in Venezuela?

- You mean mcquaid?
- Your husband's new boss

is creating a big problem
down there.

- You're wondering how he knew
about Chicago?

- How he knew about Chicago,
how he beat us to maracaibo,

the whole thing.

- Are you insinuating
I said something to Arthur?

- I'm not. Honestly.

In fact, I'm sure
it's just a coincidence.

But people here are taught

not to believe in coincidences.

- So what do you want me to do?

- Tried calling over there.
Got stonewalled.

Mcquaid's number two,
caitlyn cook.

Do you know her?
- No.

- Lucky for you.

She's not that easy
to get along with.

Anyway, I hate putting
you in this position, Joan,

but I need you to find out
from Arthur what you can

about mcquaid's intentions.

- It's his first day there.

- Your office
is right this way.

I wasn't sure if you wanted
a desk with a return or not.

And we went with the aeron
chair, but if you have

another preference, then we can
certainly order something else.

- No, I'm sure that will
be fine.

- Here we are.
[Phone rings]

Ah...Will you excuse me?
I have to take this.

- Certainly.
I will check on you later.

- Thank you.
Hey.

- Hi. How's your first day?

- Furniture's nice.

Not sure about anything else,
though.

I do miss mack.

- Tell me about it.
Um...

Listen, I want to preempt

what I'm about to ask you
with an apology.

This is not a position
I wanted to put you in.

- What is it?
- What can you tell me about

what mcquaid is doing
in Venezuela?

- Well, I thought he was
in brussels on a business trip,

so not a word.
What can you tell me?

- Less than that.

You know what?

Never mind, just--

just forget I asked,
okay?

- Asked what?

- Think you can leave work early
enough to be home for dinner?

- I think I can make
that happen.

- Great.

Thank you.
I love you.

- I love you, too.

[Music in Spanish playing]

- Annie, GPS puts
mcquaid's truck in Plaza mayor.

- Got it.
Maybe they found borz.

[Bell tolling]

Both: [Speaking russian]

[Gunshot]
- Borz!

[Alarm ringing]

- We need him alive.
- We need him caught.

- What the hell are you doing?

- He had a gun.
He could have killed the target.

[Festive music playing]

[Overlapping shouting,
laughing]

♪

I mean, if I wanted to kill him,
he'd be killed.

Yes, I'm that good a shot.
- Yeah, not good enough

to keep him from running.

- [Scoffs]
Where are you going?

- I have to go and I.D.
The body

before they take it
to the morgue.

That's borz's
only known contact.

- Well, you better make
it quick, because the police

are probably
all over it by now.

[Music and crowd chatter]

[Soft murmuring in Spanish]

[Murmuring in Spanish]

- Senorita. Senorita!

Senorita.

Hey...
[Speaking Spanish]

Senorita...

Give me your I.D.
- Oh, uh...

Here.

- [Speaking spanish]
- No.

- [Speaking spanish]
- Do you have anything else

in your pockets?
- Um, yeah, uh, just this.

- Okay.
Will you follow me please?

- Uh, sure.

- [Speaking spanish]
- No.

[Questioning in Spanish
continues]

- Auggie.
Police scanners in maracaibo

reporting shots fired in a Plaza
off avenida Bella vista.

- Where Annie's located?
- Yep. One presumed dead.

- Is she picking up
her burner cell?

- Nope.

- Keep trying.

- Auggie Anderson.
- You found him.

Something I can help you with?

- Oh, more the other way around.
You blew me off earlier today.

I'm here to help you
make amends.

Hayley price, nctc.

Anywhere private we could talk?

I'd like you to walk me through
the apprehension

of mykola altan.

You were handling
the operative running point

on altan's capture,
Anne Walker?

- Annie Walker.
Yes.

- And she had just returned
from an extended sabbatical,

hadn't she?
- Yes, four months.

- And she was sent back out
because of her relationship

with Khalid ansari?

- She knew Khalid better
than anyone else we had.

He led us to the altans.
- Uh-huh.

From the reports I've read,
she delivered altan

to the CIA facility
but didn't accompany him inside,

thus shielding herself
from the blast.

Do you know why she didn't
go inside with the suspect?

- If you don't know that,
it's above your clearance.

- Mr. Anderson, I've been tasked
by the director of national

intelligence to coordinate
a response to this incident.

And, because I interface
directly with the oval office,

I've been given yankee white
category one clearance.

In other words,
there's nothing that you can say

about this mission that
I am not authorized to hear.

Understand?

- Great, with all that
clearance, you know what Annie

has accomplished
for this agency, and you know

the sacrifices she has made.

- And yet, a bomb still blew up
in an uncharted CIA facility,

and I'm just here
trying to figure out why.

- Yeah, tell me something--
what is your name again?

- Hayley price.
- Tell me something, Ms. price.

You ever served in the military?
- No.

- You ever operated
in hostile territory?

- Other than right here?
- Okay.

12 patriots were murdered
three days ago in Chicago.

Now, I didn't know them all,
but the one I did know

I knew well.

Charlie schinderman.

So you will forgive me
if I take offense

when some paper pusher

who's in charge
of "coordinating a response"

comes in,
questioning my colleague's

commitment and allegiances.

- Mr. Anderson, please sit down.
We're not done yet.

- Well, I'm done.
- But I'm not.

Look, I'm sympathetic to
the grief you must be feeling,

but I'm not going to let
you use it to bully me

out of doing my job.

Now, until dni
is satisfied that we've

no more vulnerabilities
to exploit and that everyone

behind this act of terror
has been rounded up,

I'm going to carry on as if
my paper pushing help

is as mission-critical as yours.

Thank you.

- I was watching my six
the entire time.

You weren't following me.

You stashed a GPS tracker
on my car, didn't you?

Maybe your cell phone, or--

- how did you know
where to find borz?

- The guys were
canvassing the neighborhood

while we were with the imam.

They know not to come back
until their pockets are empty.

- And?
[Police radio chatter]

- A guy selling newspapers

saw borz
get on the number seven bus.

This was the most likely
destination.

- Huh.

- There are four of us.

We can cover a lot more ground
than you can.

Did you relay my, uh, offer
back to Langley?

- Why?
- Well, I'm just curious about

what your superiors said
when you read them in.

I mean, did they think
it was a good idea?

- My superiors trust the
decisions I make in the field.

- Ah, but only to a point,
though, right?

Have you ever thought about
what it would be like to work

for somebody who gives you
their unconditional support?

If you're wondering,
I am recruiting you

to come and work for me.

- You got to be kidding me.

- Soldiers, spies, poets,
teachers.

These are the most unappreciated
professions that I know.

- [Laughs]
- Now, I can't fix the teachers

and the poets,
but people like you I can--

I can show you that
you're appreciated.

- [Laughing]
You don't understand me at all.

- Oh, of course I do.
You get off on the sacrifice.

It ennobles your cause,
but you don't have to

suffer for your art.

You can still
do good for your country

and get paid for it
at the same time.

Well, you don't have
to answer me right now.

You can think about it,
if you want.

- The answer's no.

[Police radio chatter]

- Si, puedes ir.
- Gracias.

Yet another thing that money
is still good for.

[Grunts]
Okay.

- Wait, you're not leaving
me here, are you?

- Well, I...I like to
keep things simple,

and you're either with me,
or you're against me.

And you...Made your choice.

- Am I intruding?
- No, not at all.

- We haven't met.
I'm caitlyn cook.

- Arthur Campbell.
- Oh, I know who you are.

Everybody knows who you are.

I hear you've been trying
to get ahold of Ryan.

Is there something
I can help you with

while he's out of pocket?
- No, thank you caitlyn.

I can wait till he's back
from brussels.

- Ryan's not in brussels.

But you knew that already.

- Yes, I did.
- From your wife?

- I know a lot of people
in South America.

I was stationed there
once upon a time.

- Of course you were.
- So what can I do for you?

- Ryan's mission down there
has a--many number of variables.

So we're not yet sure
how it's going to break,

but we'd like to be prepared
for every possible outcome.

Can we sit down to strategize?
- Have a seat.

- How about over dinner?
- Dinner.

- Well, I'd say let's go
somewhere, but honestly,

the food's better here,
plus they bring it

right to your desk.

- Sure.

- Come by my office in an hour,
then.

[Police radio chatter]

- Miss Andrea Quinn?
- Yes?

- I'd like to ask you
a few questions.

Is that okay?
- Sure, sure.

- The officer that's standing
over there tells me

that he saw you...
Standing over the victim.

Why would you do something
like that?

- I don't know,
I guess I was just fascinated.

I-I've never seen
a dead body before.

- What brought you to Venezuela,
miss Quinn?

- I'm kind of embarrassed
to say.

I'm here to see a doctor.

- A doctor?

- I heard you guys have the best
plastic surgeons in the world,

and it's so much cheaper
than Canada.

- Plastic surgery.

- Breast implants.

It was my boyfriend's idea.

- Stand up, please.

[Speaking Spanish]

Your boyfriend,
is he here with you?

- Um, no. But he said he--
he might be able to come down

for my recovery
if he can get off work.

Gracias.

- You're welcome.

- If you ask me, don't do it.

The surgery, I mean.

You're quite beautiful
the way you are.

- Thanks.

The officer that frisked me--
I had my medication on me.

It--it looks like
a small white pager.

Um, did he give it to you?

- No, sorry.
That's all he gave me.

- Okay.

- But if you have
a prescription on you

perhaps I could guide you
to the nearest pharmacy.

- Oh, no, no. That's okay,
that's okay. Thank you.

[Line ringing]

- Yeah?
- It's me.

Yeah, that was the contact.

Looked like he was here
to kill borz.

Mcquaid shot him
before he got the chance.

Take this info down?
- Yeah, go.

- George kogan, with a k.

Latvian national,
passport number

332c449.

It's probably a cover,

but you can I.D. Him
from the photo.

Borz is going to need
medical attention,

so check all the local
hospitals,

see if anyone intakes has
anyone with a gunshot wound.

- Will do, but mcquaid's
probably running that angle

down himself.

- Yeah, and I'm an hour
behind him.

You know what?
Do me a favor.

See what you can find
on the imam's daughter, asha.

She was covering for borz harder
than anyone at that mosque.

Maybe borz noticed that, too.

- Is that Walker?

- All right.

- What the hell's going on
down there?

- I'm trying to find borz.

- You been a step behind mcquaid
this whole way.

Should I have contracted
this job out to him?

- [Sighs] He's got a whole
tac team down here.

It's four against one.
- He offered you their services.

You turned him down.
- I don't need him to find borz.

- I don't care if you find him
on your own

or if you use mcquaid.

All I care about
is that you find him.

- Hey--
[Beep]

You still there?
- Yeah.

- All right,
we got nothing in our database,

but asha El-faizy is on Google.

I got access
to her browser history.

She did a search on gunshot
wounds and medical care.

She clicked on a pharmacy
on calle 83.

Beyond that, she's a college
student, she's 19 years old,

studying political science.
She is also on Facebook.

It's a fairly standard
profile.

[Speaking foreign language]

Look, I got to say,
she looks like a classic

preacher's daughter to me.

Daddy keeps a lock on the door,

but she just wants to
go out and dance.

[Car honks]
[Tires screeching]

[Man yells in foreign
language]

- Listen, I lost my visual.

I'm coming north.
Maybe she headed that way.

- Don't panic.
I'm here to help you.

You were right to avoid
those men.

They have guns,
and they're the ones

who put the gunshot wound
in borz

that he asked you
to help stitch up.

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

- Really?

Who are these
medical supplies for?

Look, I know right now
this must seem like

the most exciting thing that's
ever happened in your life.

A mysterious man
came to your door.

Your father doesn't trust him.

That only makes him
more intriguing.

But this guy is dangerous,
asha.

He killed 12 people with a bomb,

and he's killed everyone
in his way since.

He'll do the same to you,

as soon as you fulfill
a purpose for him.

- So what am I supposed
to do now?

- This is my car.

Can you show me where he is?
Yes.

- Here. Stop here.

[Rap music playing]

♪

The white house
with the orange curtain.

- Is he in there alone?
- Yes.

- Does he have a gun?

- I don't think so.

No.

- Can you get home okay
from here?

Okay. Go home.

- Yes.

[People speaking Spanish]

[Loud thud,
girl giggles]

[Spanish song on radio]

♪

[Groans]

[Rapping in Spanish]

[Dogs barking]

- Ugh.

[Grunts]

[Gasps]

[Panting]

- It's okay.
He's on my payroll.

- Senor mcquaid--Mr. mcquaid
sent for me to come treat you.

But I don't know
what I am treating you for.

- Where's borz?
- Scumbag's in the next room.

The doctor stitched him up
already.

Fitz is watching him.

- You got your hour with him?

- I did.
Now it's your turn.

- Your vital signs
are very erratic, senorita.

- I have a heart condition.

Myocarditis.

I-I lost my nitrate medication.

- Very well.

I can get you something.

Excuse me.

- Gracias.

[Phone ringing]

- Annie?

- Hey, I got him.
I got borz.

- I knew you would.

Although, I will admit
I was a little concerned

when you fell off the grid
the past couple hours.

What happened?

- Nothing, I just--I--
took me longer

to track him down
than I thought.

- Well, let me loop in everyone.

We can start sending
the exfil team.

- I'm going to use mcquaid's
team to bring him home.

- When did you join ranks
with mcquaid?

- It's a long story,
but he got his hour with borz,

and I have no idea
what they discussed.

- Let the hig guys figure that
out when they interrogate him.

I'm sure it'll be fine.
- I hope so.

- Hey, you got your man.

At the end of the day,
that is all that matters.

- Honey.

Honey?

Honey.

- Shh, shh.
I just put him down.

- [Sighs]
I'm sorry I'm late.

- It's okay.

This is so cute.
- It's from mcquaid.

- Dinner's on the stove
if you want to heat it up.

- Aw, thanks.
But I'm not hungry.

Mcquaid's number two wanted
to bring me up to speed

over dinner,
so I couldn't exactly say no.

- No, of course not.

- It seems like we have some
common interests in Venezuela.

- It seems so.

- It's good to be back at work.

- Mcquaid's lucky to have you.

- Caitlyn said something
very similar.

- Caitlyn?

- Caitlyn cook.

Mcquaid's number two.

Have you ever met?

- No...But I look forward to it.

- Wow, you look beautiful,
regardless.

You look really sexy
in that shirt.

- Really?

- Really.

- Okay, your mommy's
calling you.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Hey, pat...
- Not gonna happen.

- Send a drink to
Ms. buzzkill down there, on me.

[Blues music playing]

♪

- Who's that from?

Okay, you're the last person

I would expect
to buy me a drink.

- The usual response
is "thank you."

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Pretty hard on the frat boy.

- Hey, some guys
just don't get

a girl might want
to drink alone.

- Not me.
To drinking alone.

- Ah.

- Uhh!
[Both laughing]

- I--I got it, I got it.
[Laughs]

Woo.

- I like to be in charge.
I hope that's okay.

- [Exhales]

- The air strip's 5 klicks
to the Colombian border.

Pedro's supposed to have the jet
fueled and ready to go.

Take him that for his trouble.
- Check.

- We'll be taking back roads,
so we'll be like an hour or two

behind you,
so just keep the channels open

in case we need to change
the script.

- Got it, boss.

- You ready?
- Never better.

- Look, I get that
you're good at your job,

but I am surprised
that Langley sent you

down here all alone,
all things considered.

- Langley doesn't know.

- Well, they would kick you out
if they did.

- You gonna tell them?
- I don't work for the CIA,

and your health
is none of my business.

I don't think it's any
of their business, either.

Everyone's entitled
to a...A secret or two, right?

- Thanks.
- No problem.

- You really think poets
are underappreciated?

You don't strike me as the kind
of guy who likes poetry.

- Oh, I've been known
to sound a barbaric yawp

from time to time--
it keeps the demons at bay.

Five hours to the border,
buddy.

Enjoy the ride.

[Sighs]
I love this job.

You know, it is times like this
that I feel like

the luckiest man alive.

Let's put on some mood music,
huh?

Let's roll.

[Rock music playing]

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