All language subtitles for The.Agency.2024.S02E09

[Martian] This is a false flag
attack. Someone's making sure

-no one deals with us.
-[Blair] If anything,

we've been cozying up, trying
to secure rare earth metals.

[Bosko]
It's Viking.

-Whatever it takes.
-* slow, dramatic music *

Get OGC to bless this.

[Danny] The Chinese delegate met
with a Western woman.

I accessed her room
and cloned her laptop.

I even recorded her voice.

-You've done well, Danny.
-Send me back to Tehran, sir.

[Martian]
Valhalla smuggles diamonds

onto the world market through

this man, Mikkel de Bruyne.

Somewhere in this chain,
we find a weak link

who puts us next to Viking.

-You want me to go to Africa?
-Yes.

Give me a map of London

with 16 blinking red dots,
including you.

This stays between us.

[Tom] I have the result

of the voice analysis
you asked for.

[Henry]
I know her.

She works under Richardson.

[indistinct chatter]

-We need to recall Gremlin.
-Why would we do that?

Because her boyfriend
is working for the Chinese.

[shouts in Farsi]

-What are you doing?
-You're under arrest

for sharing intelligence
with the enemy.

* tense, dramatic music *

***

[keys jangle]

[door opens]

[IRGC captain]
I have all your conversations

since you arrived--
phone, email, text message.

I know everything.

And I smell bullshit.

Make a list of every target
you recruited for the Chinese

or planned to approach.

I promise you'll get prison,

not the noose.

I work on geophysics.

My job is to conduct
seismological research.

Write names...

and live.

[screams]

[grunting]

Do you know Hassan Zamani?

[crying]
Yes.

He was your target.

He's my boyfriend. [crying]

Well, in that case,
you must miss him.

[sobbing]

[Hassan grunting, muttering]

[whimpering]

[whimpering]

[IRGC captain]
This is what happens

if you stick to your lies.

-[breathes sharply]
-Now, either

I send him back
to my expert friend upstairs

to finish this job,

or you can spare him.

Stop. Please stop.
[breathing shakily]

Not you. Him.

[Hassan yelling]

[Hassan whimpers]

[Hassan panting]

Now you.

Write the names of your targets.

Save his life.

[Hassan crying]

I don't know any names.

[Hassan speaking Farsi]

You have one minute
to say goodbye.

-[Hassan panting]
-[door opens]

[door closes]

[Naomi]
You got too close.

Two circles.

One for friends,
one for targets.

They never mix.
A target is an enemy

of you, of your country,

of the Agency.

Our enemies shut up,
get out of the way or die.

I'll alert my embassy.

It's too late.

This is all some horrible
mistake. [inhales sharply]

-I did this.
-[cries]

I'm sorry.

[Naomi] There's a cost
for doing this work,

a price.

Are you sure you want to pay it?

[door opens]

I love you.

-[door closes]
-I love you, too.

[Hassan grunts]

[Danny]
Stop.

No!

-[door closes]
-No!

* "Love is Blindness"
by Jack White playing *

* Love is blindness *

* I don't want to see *

* Won't you wrap the night *

* Around me *

* Oh, my heart *

* Love is blindness *

* Blindness *

* Love is blindness *

* I don't want to see *

* Won't you wrap the night *

* Around me, yeah *

* Oh *

* My love *

* Love is blindness *

* Oh, love is blindness *

* Oh, blow out the candle *

* Blindness *

[keyboard clicking]

[computer chimes]

Fuck.

* slow, eerie music *

I saw the cable.
What's going on?

-No.
-Tell me.

-Not now.
-She's my agent.

I said no.

Oh, but Craig can brief?
This is bullshit.

Craig is on Iran desk.

And no, he does not know
the full picture.

Gremlin is in a cell.

I can't just sit
at my desk doing nothing.

-[beeps]
-I know the feeling, trust me.

[panting] Listen.

I have a theory...
involving Martian.

It's definitely not the time
to be airing pet theories.

Henry, the time is now.
If we both think that he--

I counsel you. Do not
identify yourself, even to me.

If you're wrong,
you jumped too soon.

If you're right,
you become a target.

And it's not just careers
that will end.

-You make one misstep--
-We'd be in danger?

You're hunting a predator.

Miss the kill shot,

it comes for you.

And I thought we were fucking
this up when I got on the plane.

We got behind the eight ball
in Bahrain,

so this is just a consequence.

Someone in this station has sold
your product to the Chinese.

We don't know that.

Do we need to clean house
to exclude that possibility?

-Yes, of course we do.
-Fuck possibility.

I've seen the evidence.
This is a fact.

Evidence?
What evidence have you seen?

British intercepts.

Gremlin's field reports
leaked to a Chinese asset.

Where did you hear that?

-[button clicks]
-Show the SIS chief in.

-[beeps]
-[door opens]

Morning, Jim.

Wish I were here
under happier circumstances.

-Is this an ambush?
-[Richardson] Far from it.

You're under attack,
but I am the relief column.

Or the cavalry,
as you like to say.

James, tell Jim
what you told me this morning.

Our GCHQ has a SIGINT intercept
which shows

that Gremlin's reports
were being passed to the Chinese

by a senior officer
in this station.

[Bosko scoffs]

Bullshit.

We certainly hoped so.

I actually prayed.

* tense music *

You got a name for me?

***

Fuck off.

British evidence is clear.

Look,

I know...
I know this is hard, but...

if that person put an agent
in the field in danger,

I want them fucking burned
at the stake.

If this is real, so do I.

* tense, dramatic music *

[speaking Russian]

[panting]

[man yells]

We need to get this upstairs.

[Bosko]
How much does Washington know

about us cleaning house?

Nothing.

They're politicians.

They want solutions,
not problems.

Yeah. Well,
let's keep it that way.

Tehran?

Uh, it's in the morning packet,
so he probably hasn't read it.

Trust me. He's read it.

Viking was a category 1 target.

Why is he still breathing?

[Bosko] An attempt was made,
sir, but we're dealing with

a more advanced counterintel
setup than we anticipated.

The agent who lost a leg?

Yes, sir.

And this morning,
JSOC lost two more operators.

-Good men.
-Should I be worried

their identities may be used

to create further
false flag attacks?

We have to assume

that this was the beginning
of a campaign, yes.

The African Union meets
in a week

to discuss rare earth metals.

If Viking attacks that

and makes it look
like we did it--

Okay, so, what's the play?

We have a second fuse lit.

-Timeline?
-Uh, sensitive.

-Matter of days.
-See to it.

The White House is up my ass
on this one.

-[Martian] What's up?
-[Simon] We got a problem.

Let me guess.
Nils has been googling.

Yup. Our asset's been

on a "sledgehammer execution"
deep dive.

What's his panic level?

He emptied his current account.

Presently searching
airline sites.

Flights to Costa Rica,
Venezuela.

[Simon] Maybe he's planning
to reward himself post-mission.

Some quality "him" time.

De Bruyne chartered
a private jet

from Antwerp to Africa
day after tomorrow.

If Nils doesn't get
on that plane,

-we're fucked.
-Everything's in place.

He's just got
to hold his shit together

-long enough to board a plane.
-Should you call him?

Don't squeeze.

When an asset gets spooked,
they're like a wet bar of soap.

[Simon] We can't just wait
for him to run.

Close OTG surveillance.

Get grandparents on him,
whoever's closest.

If he makes a move,

standing order is
to lock him down.

[knocking]

-Enter.
-[door beeps]

If you think your silence
isn't communicating,

you're mistaken.

That body language is screaming
something's wrong.

What is it?

This special investigation
you and Henry are doing.

Yes?

How close are you to a name?

Don't you think
you'd know if we had that?

It's a... a process.

We're making progress.

It's more elimination
rather than identification.

All right,
so nothing conclusive?

Not yet.

-But--
-But what?

As I mentioned
in my report to you, I...

...I get the impression that
Henry isn't sharing everything.

I... imagine

he wants to be careful
before accusing anyone.

His methods have been questioned
in the past. It's--

-Secretive?
-Well, we're all that here,

aren't we?

[scoffs]

Yeah.

Thanks.
That's all I wanted to know.

[beeps]

[Henry]
What do you got?

[Tom] I made it
through the encryption

on the field clone
of the SIS laptop.

Can you confirm
who it belongs to?

[Tom sighs]

Details of the approach
to Hassan Zamani in Bahrain.

British report suggests
Zamani be approached

"with a high-status
international position

in the energy sector."

It's Gremlin's report.

You're certain it's a match?

It's not just a match.
It's 100%.

Someone in this building,
with access to Gremlin's report,

passed it to the Brits.

And there's another document.

[keyboard clacking]

-It's word for word.
-Did she send that to anyone?

This man.

Li Wenyin. Chinese delegate
at the conference.

I never saw this.

I wish I could say the same.

[busy chatter]

* dramatic music *

Do we have a meeting?

-Yeah, I think we do.
-[beeping]

[Henry]
I, uh...

I know you told me to back off.

But my gut said no.

And it was right.

[Henry whistles softly]

It's, uh...

it's Martian.

Selling product
through a back door

to a rogue cell
over at the Brits.

A bad box in their China desk.

Okay.

So in the interest
of leaving no stone unturned,

why in the wide world of fuck
would Martian do that?

To secure Sami Zahir's release.

* slow, dramatic music *

[scoffs] Henry--

British intel's always been
Swiss cheese. You know this.

The Russians had Anthony Blunt
in Buckingham Palace

having lunch with the queen
once a week

right throughout the Cold War.

Why didn't you come
to me earlier?

Look, I don't want to go after

one of our own
any more than you do.

Drop the act.

What?

Game's over, Henry.

What are you talking about?

What the fuck is this?

Mr. Ogletree, we're detaining
you for conspiring

to gather and deliver
national defense information.

It's Richardson.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Chief of British Intelligence
is a double agent.

-Jim, look at me.
-What am I looking at, Henry?

What are you?

Your goddamn deputy!

[Bosko]
Pending investigation,

you are now
under custodial protection.

I'm sorry.

It's out of my hands. Take him.

* tense music *

***

Henry, what's going on?

Stay back, ma'am.

What's happening?

Make sure all the papers
on my desk go into my safe.

God preserve thy people.

* fast-paced, dramatic music *

-[Raine] What's going on?
-Shut up and listen.

We need to get into Henry's
office now before they seal it.

Go.

[beeps]

-Where is his safe?
-I don't have the code.

Spasi, Gospodi, lyudi Tvoya.

-[Raine] What?
-"God Preserve Thy People."

Tchaikovsky.

It's the Russian Orthodox chant

at the start
of the 1812 Overture.

How the fuck did you know that?

Henry trained me.

In Sleep Deprivation, he played
it for 72 hours, full volume.

You don't forget that.

* tense, dramatic music *

-What's up?
-[Blair] It's Henry.

His, uh, his office is cleared.
He's been detained.

* tense, suspenseful music *

-[phone rings]
-Yeah.

[Martian over phone]
I just heard.

[Bosko] Henry's the reason
Bahrain went south.

It's probably why he was so keen

to go out there in person
to clean it up.

Who's the source?

Look, I know
this is going to affect you.

It's hit us all here, too,

but it cannot
impact the mission.

Langley's got us
under a microscope here.

It's become a-a game chip
for the Oval Office.

I don't buy it.

Henry was willing to throw you
under the bus to save his skin.

He came to me
with your scalp in his hand.

Was it the Brits?

I can't confirm or deny,

but our D/CIA
and the British "C"

are at Centre Court

watching the Djokovic match
together.

This will not impact
the mission. You have my word.

[Nils snorting]

[sighs] Yahtzee.

[sighs]

[sniffles]

[pants]

[phone buzzing]

Shit.

[phone continues buzzing]

Nils. Are you okay?

[Nils over phone] Me?
I'm fucking great. I'm superb.

I'm-I'm fucking great.

[Martian]
I told you to use this phone

only if there was an emergency.

I got one. I'm not doing it.

-I can't do it.
-Nils...

I don't want to do it.

Get the grandparents
up there right now.

This piece of shit's
about to fly the coop.

We discussed this, Nils.

We discussed the repercussions
if you decided not to cooperate.

You and I made a deal.

Look, man, I did what you asked.

I waited for the package.
I open this box

and saw what's inside.

Watches.

Three dive watches engraved
with Valhalla's insignia.

-They're gifts.
-I'm not stupid.

"Make sure the one

with the black dot goes
to a guy they call Viking"?

You guys put GPS in
or some shit, send a drone in.

Nils, there's no GPS
in any of the watches.

I guarantee that.

I'm not fucking with these guys!

There is no GPS tracker

in the watch for Viking.
There's a bomb.

A bomb?

[Martian]
You'll be far enough away

long before it's detonated.

[Nils]
Are you insane?

You want me to mule

a fucking bomb
to a mass murderer?

-Yes.
-A bomb?!

Yes, and I can detonate it
right now

and send in a bunch of guys
to make it look like a gas leak,

so shut the fuck up
and listen to me.

Your flight doesn't leave
for the next 37 hours,

so I want you
to stay where you are.

Don't leave the apartment.
I'm coming to you.

Jesus Christ.

I'm going to Antwerp,
put him straight.

Call Tom. Tell him to get
a passport ready for me.

Apart from Tom, no one outside
this room knows. You got that?

-Got it.
-Yeah.

The Agency is cleaning house.

That's why Henry was detained.

So, until we get
the "all clear,"

we keep all
operational details tight.

-Understood?
-Yeah.

Sure.

* tense music *

-[door closes]
-[drops keys]

* uneasy music *

[Martian] I lied to you
on several occasions, Poppy.

Lying kept me alive,

but it became a part of me.

A tap I couldn't turn off.

A way of making me safe.

I'm not running
from the truth now.

I have one shot to prove myself.

To show where
my allegiance lies.

To make all the pain
I've caused mean something.

***

-[distant siren wailing]
-I did what I had to do.

This is how I clean it up.

This is how
I get back to the truth.

[keyboard clacking]

[beeps]

Tom. Is it ready?

Uh... all ready.
We're, uh...

-good to go.
-[beeping]

I know this is a rush job.

Is it a splice?
Could I get stopped?

No, the scan is real. I tracked
it into the visa dataset

using the same serials
as the last one.

Nice work.

Got some serious stuff in there.

The safe's explosion-rated.

But you're storing
sensitive documents with what?

Block of C-4?

Is that a rack of detonators?

Uh, yeah, I was just about to

separate them and move it
to secure storage when the call

for the passport came in.

[Martian] Tom, this isn't
good enough. If one of these

pops off, if this cooks,

there's enough shit in there
to take down the whole building.

[scoffs] Slight exaggeration.

Enough to kill us both.

I wouldn't do that
with a det in your hand, sir.

-Shit. You're right.
-Yeah. Uh,

let me dispose of that
by the book.

Chances are low,
but following any impact,

there's a small chance
they can arm.

There I was
lecturing you about safety...

[chuckles] Yeah. Well,
believe it or not,

I am pretty up
on health and safety

when it comes to
handling explosives.

All clear.

Look, I'm sorry. I, uh...

There's a lot going on.

Yeah. You can say that
again, sir.

Henry had you looking
into stuff for him, right?

* tense, suspenseful music *

I-I don't know anything.

If you have information
that could help clear his name,

you have to use it.

You sure about that, sir?

I'm sure.

Thanks for this.

[beeps]

[door closes]

[beeps]

Unregistered, loaded Glock 19,

kilo of C-4.

Station Chief authorization.

Security challenge code
is in there.

Have a nice day, sir.

[Martian]
You, too.

[beeps]

[door opens]

[Poppy]
Dad?

[door closes]

[drops keys]

I got your message.

* gentle music *

[breathing sharply]

***

[automated voice]
The number you have dialed

is no longer in service.

[line ringing]

-[Dozer over phone] Hey.
-Um, hi, it's Poppy.

-Uh, you said I could call.
-Is everything okay?

Um, Dad's gone.

Did he say where he was going?

No.

-Where are you?
-I'm at his.

All right, don't move.
I'm on my way.

[Martian]
"My wonderful daughter.

I had to leave. I'm so sorry.

I hate to vanish. Again.

I'll be gone awhile.
You won't be able to reach me.

No one will.

They'll ask you about me.

Tell them the truth.

If they tell you I killed
myself, if they show you proof,

don't believe it.

I would never do that."

[sighs]

For you.

Let's talk about your childhood.

You were born on the 30th
of July, 1998, in Seville.

Raised in Sanlúcar, Andalucia.
Is your family there?

-Yes.
-Where did you live?

On the east side,
near the Plaza de Toros.

El Pino? The bullring.

-You know Sanlúcar?
-Ever go to a bullfight?

-No, I don't like them.
-I would love to see one.

I love the idea
that the bull is both

an opponent and a partner. Hmm?

Did you know we have them
here in Iran?

-No.
-Yes. Up in the north.

Amongst the villages.

But here, the bull fights
another bull to the death.

When you grow up around it,

you see how backward
and barbaric it is.

You don't get
the romantic attraction

it has for foreigners.

Sounds like Iran.

I love Iran.

You do?

Don't you?

Eh. My patriotism is complex.

I find it easier to hate my
enemy than to love my homeland.

How stupid do you think I am?

I won't talk badly about Iran
in an interrogation room.

There is a dance.
But the bull dies in the end.

On occasion,
the matador dies first.

Sanlúcar, quickly,
the street you grew up on.

-Escalera del Pasillo.
-Parallel to Chicuelina.

Perpendicular, not parallel.

-You go back a lot?
-No.

-Why?
-No reason to.

You have close family
in the area?

Your mother? Your grandmother?

My grandmother's dead.

Yes, silly me. Huh.

That's why you went back
to Europe-- for her funeral,

went to London
to settle her estate.

Yes.

Was it your maternal

or your paternal grandmother?

Answer me.

I never met
my paternal grandmother.

It was my mother's mother.

* tense, dramatic music *

I have the death certificates
of both your grandmothers.

Neither died in 2023.

So, you lied.

Your Chinese friends
made a mistake.

A sword glints in the sun,
a cape swirls,

and the death blow nears.

I specialize
in interrogating the Mossad.

[chuckles] With them,
brute force is pointless.

They have an answer
to every question. Like you.

My grandmother
just died of cancer.

Your documents are wrong.

Call the hospital.

It's a clinic in London.

King's. They'll tell you.

You place great trust in your
Chinese friends' abilities.

[sighs]

-[lock clacks]
-[breathing heavily]

[Robinshaw over recording]
In order to achieve

lasting results,

it's gonna require
more commitment

and cooperation
with this process.

[Martian over recording]
Actually,

I feel a whole lot better.

Pretty much as good as new.

[Robinshaw]
These things take time.

[Martian]
Pain I can live with.

[Robinshaw] It's not short-term
pain that's the problem.

Some actions can lead
to permanent disability.

* dramatic music *

I need to speak with Bosko.
It's urgent.

Well, how long is he gonna be?

Fuck.

And the truth of the matter is,

we're here to do anything
we can to help.

To that end, we'd like
to offer a solution

to your Tehran mess.

The man is Arash Namdar.

A major financier
of the Quds force.

He arranges the flow of money
to Hezbollah in Lebanon,

to Hamas in Israel and Gaza,

and to the Houthis in Yemen.

He was arrested on money
laundering charges in June,

passing through Heathrow.

We have him.

The Iranians want him back.

We could slip him
to the Spanish,

and they could offer up a trade.

The Iranians will take it.

You'll have no involvement.

So you'll just let us have it?

What's in it for you?

Gesture of goodwill
at the start of a new regime.

A sign of my intended
future close cooperation.

Well, we're, uh,
we're grateful to the SIS

and the British government for

this gesture
of interagency cooperation.

[indistinct chatter]

Sir, I have something
you need to see. Like, now.

Okay, come.

[Naomi] SIGINT ran analytics
on the recordings from the room

where Martian had his physio.

They were referenced
against the recording

Gremlin made
of the contact in Bahrain.

It's the same person,

and she works for SIS
on China desk under Richardson.

The woman who was sitting
right here, two minutes ago?

Yeah, she's how
he moved information to SIS.

Henry had the whole picture.
It's all here.

It's why Martian
shoved me off Gremlin. [scoffs]

I thought it was personal.
It was fucking tactical.

He didn't want me watching.

You are aware Henry
could've planted all this.

-[sighs]
-Most of this is

the same evidence that
the Brits gave us, you know,

just pointed the other way.

Not now. No. No, go away.
Not now.

Not now!

-I said not now, damn it.
-Sir, yes, now.

I have a problem.

How did that happen?

I think he must've
distracted me.

-Yeah, oh, do you think?
-I'm sorry, sir.

Why wasn't it secured?

It was. It was in the safe.
He tricked me into opening it.

-Tricked you?
-What exactly did he take?

Uh, EPX-2R.
It's a plastic explosive.

-How much?
-Roughly? Uh, kilo.

A fucking kilo? Are you...

All right.

You're telling me
you let Martian vanish downrange

with a black passport and
a fucking kilo of explosives?

[Tom] And a loaded
unregistered firearm.

Serial numbers filed off,
rifling bored,

untraceable,
also secured in the safe.

Not anymore.

[sighs]

What do you want?

[Dozer]
You need to see this, sir.

[line rings]

Yeah, get me Rick,
internal security.

So what? What is this?
This is more for me to see.

We found that
in Martian's apartment.

Okay.

It amounts
to a signed confession.

Thank you.

[doorknob rattling]

[banging on door]

* tense, dramatic music *

[lock clicking]

[Grandpa]
Where is he? Where's Martian?

He's not here.

He isn't here? Okay.

[car alarm chirps]

[engine starts]

[classical music playing]

***

Jesus, fuck!

If you wanted a face-to-face...

[scoffs] Look, if this is about
Henry, I've done you a favor.

He was about to bring
a dump truck of shit

down on us, and you know it.

I saved your skin.
You're welcome.

I was selling to you,
to your cell.

If I'd known it was flying out
the back door to the Chinese,

I never would've agreed.

Endearing,
the patriotic traitor.

Only we both know
that's bollocks.

Because you didn't agree,
you begged.

Begged me.

And it worked, for us both.

How long have you been taking
the Chairman's renminbi?

Since college? When you were
posted to Hong Kong?

I'm starting to realize
your meteoric rise

through the Asia desk
had nothing to do with talent.

Only one talent matters
in what we do, survival.

Pull over.

[turn signal clicking]

Look. I'm "C" now.

I'm the fucking head of SIS.
We're both made for life.

So, stop waving that fucking--

[gunshot]

[classical music
continues playing]

* tense music *

Excuse me, sir.

He stopped moving.
They're two minutes out.

[Dozer]
Secure the perimeter.

Clear.

Target not here.

You seeing what I'm seeing?

He wiped his phone.

Find him.

I know where he'll go.

[sighs]

[rain pattering]

* dramatic music *

[thunder rumbling]

***

***

[thunder rumbling]

No.

***

[motorcycle engine revving]

* somber music *

[indistinct shouting]

[ship horn blowing]

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* suspenseful music *