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Can you remain still, please?
We're about to begin.

Polygraph for CIA admission.

A few questions for control.

Your name is Annie Walker?

Yes.
You are 28 years old?

Yes.

You reside in
Washington, D. C?

Georgetown. Yes.

You speak six languages?

I travel a lot.
Languages come naturally to me.

Yes or no will be fine.

Yes.

Okay, Annie. I'm going to ask
you some personal questions.

Now, you told us
in your vetting interview

that your last serious
relationship ended two years ago.

Yes.

You met abroad?

Yes. In Sri Lanka.

I was backpacking.
He was teaching English.

That's impulsive.

Is that a question?

Did you love one another?

Yes. We were in love.

The sex was good?

It rocked.

But it, uh...
It ended badly.

Yes. It ended badly.

Did that bother you?

After a three-week
whirlwind romance,

my supposed dream guy left me
in the middle of the night

with a cryptic note
and a $50 bar tab.

Wouldn't that bother you?

We're looking for a yes
or a no.

Can you repeat the question?

The question is this,

if you join the CIA, will you be able to
separate your work from your personal life?

Yes.

Absolutely.

Trainees, listen up!
This is no granny hop.

This is low altitude,
2,000 feet AGL.

You step, grip, and rip, or we will be picking
you up off the ground with a spatula.

Any questions? No? Good.

Now. Who's first?

Annie Walker.
I should have guessed.

We have orders
to bring you with us.

Look, whatever the problem is,
I'll retake the exercise.

If it was the driving course or
the deception training or...

What was it?

You did better on the driving course
than any woman we've ever had.

And better on deception training
than anyone in a decade.

Oh.

So, is this about me hooking up
with my Tae Kwon Do instructor?

Because I checked the handbook.
It's not against the rules.

I'm going to shut
up now and let you talk.

I got orders from Langley.

You're to be pulled from training
and sent to headquarters.

There's a case in which your
language skills are needed.

What case?
I don't know.

What language?
I don't know.

All I know is that they
need you there today. Now.

Now, like, now?

Now.

Oh, I still have a month
of training left. Now.

It's clear.

Go ahead.

Annie Walker.

CIA.

This late at the CIA, you must be new.
First day?

I'm Annie.

Do I look that clueless?
No, not at all.

I'm Conrad. I'll show you
where to get your badge.

So, is this, like, your thing?

You wait outside the entrance and
chat up girls on their first day?

Absolutely.

I'm both lazy and predatory.

See the guards ahead?
They'll get you all squared away.

Conrad.

You may want to get that passkey before
you try to get through security.

I'll do that.

Miss.

Hi. Uh, Annie Walker.

Good morning.

Russian desk and DPD
are on-call

due to the Petrov visit
and other classified actions.

This current threat matrix
is stable.

However, I am deeply troubled.

Because at this critical time
for our agency,

someone among us is a traitor.

Today's paper.
Classified information leaked

to Liza Hearn
at the Washington Recorder.

Someone here.

Someone, maybe in this room,

has been seduced
by an outsider.

By a reporter.

In the end, all indiscretions
end in heartbreak.

I, Anne Catherine Walker...

When the guilty party
is caught...

That I will support
and defend...

And we are going to find out who has
been leaking this information...

Against all enemies...

And they will be punished.

So help me God.
So help me God.

10:41 a.m.

Annie Walker?
Yes?

Auggie Anderson.
Tech ops.

And your friendly neighborhood
cruise director.

Walk with me.

A blind guy leading you around the CIA.
Insert ironic joke here.

Jo Malone Grapefruit?

Am I wearing too much perfume?

No. No, it's very subtle.

A lot of the ladies around
here lay it on so thick,

it's like they're chumming
for hammerheads.

Morning, Auggie.
Hey, Bea.

Case in point.

Everyone here is so young.

There was a hiring freeze
that was unfrozen after 9/11.

Fifty percent of the Agency has
five years' experience or less.

That's both inspiring
and weirdly unsettling.

You'll find this is
a weird place to work.

Polygraphs every year, no cell
phones allowed inside the building,

no dating foreigners.

In fact, the CIA highly encourages
dating within the Agency.

Keeps things in the circle
of trust.

It's like a Club Med
without the free drinks.

And the food court is
on your right.

There's a Starbucks in here?

lmagine a year of background
checks just to get a barista job.

Hey, how are the legs?

You know, a bag of frozen peas
would help keep down the swelling.

I'll bear that in mind.

From the inane
yet vaguely sexual banter,

I take it you've already met
Conrad Sheehan.

Conrad. Let's go.

Welcome to the Agency, Annie.

He works for Arthur Campbell?

Yeah. And he acts
like it, too.

Okay. Here we are.
That's Joan Campbell's office.

Head of DPD and our boss.

Wait. You're not coming
with me?

I'm not going in there
if I don't have to.

NSA is sending over the files you
requested and Annie Walker is here.

Annie Walker. Great to meet you.
Have a seat.

Actually, we're in
a bit of a hurry.

Do you know who sent me here?

I was just looking
for some clarity.

Clarity? You're in the
wrong business, sweetie.

A better question might be,
why do you want to be here?

The CIA is not an easy place
to be a woman.

I can handle
a competitive workplace.

Well, you're going to be
outnumbered here 4:1.

Outnumbered by men who will
hold the door for you,

call you ma'am,
and know how to fix a tire.

But clarity, honesty?
That's another story.

How much do you know about the
Domestic Protection Division?

I've actually
never heard of it.

Good. That's the way
we want it.

Welcome to the
DPD Operations Center.

Every global threat that finds its way
past our borders is dealt with here.

Hello, Auggie.
Joan.

Screens.
Coming up.

The landscape looks
like South Ossetia.

I spent six months there helping
rebuild the opera house

in Tskhinvali
after the uprising.

A bleeding heart. Lovely.

The figure you see on screen is
Stanislav Orlovski, AKA Stas.

Born and raised in Moscow.

This satellite photo was taken when
Stas was imprisoned in Siberia.

He made a deal with the FSB

and soon became
one of their top operatives.

He is a skilled assassin, wanted in
14 countries, and he is now ours.

Stas came in from the cold two
days ago, and he wants to talk.

Talk? He's unhappy with
the new regime at the FSB

and wants to supply us with a
list of their current targets

in exchange for asylum
and compensation.

It doesn't pay to hold
a grudge in the spy game.

Where do I fit in?

You have been assigned
as Stas' handler.

You'll go to the hotel where we
have him, wait for his call,

and bring this.
A BlackBerry?

That is a dedicated two-way
encrypted transponder

that only looks
like a BlackBerry.

He has one, you have one.

You hot-synch the devices
in the room.

He gets the bank codes for his
payment, and you get the intel.

And that's it.

Don't have a drink with him.
Don't sleep with him.

You think I'd sleep with him?

I think he'd sleep with you.

Did you call me in here
because I speak Russian?

Yes, and you can also
pass for a call-girl.

We want to make it look like Stas
is here to buy guns and party,

not sell secrets to us.

I'm surprised there was nobody
already here who could do that.

There was. She's gone.

Let's leave it at that.

If you don't want the assignment,
we can send you back to the Farm.

No.
No, I'm here. I can do it.

Do... Do I have to wear,
like, a costume?

Hookers in D.C.
Are pretty conservative.

What you're wearing
now is fine.

Here you go, sir.

Here. You're going
to the Capitol Grand Hotel.

Wait in the lounge area.

When this pager vibrates, it means
we're ready to do the meeting.

It's like waiting
for a table at Friday's.

Instead of sitting down to eat a
Bourbon-drenched egg-roll fajita skillet,

you're going to help us turn one of
the most dangerous men in the world.

Auggie?
Yeah?

Can I ask you a question?

I was Special Ops in Iraq.

I got out of a Humvee to look at
what I thought was a dead dog.

Next thing you know,
I'm Ray Charles.

Oh. I was going to ask
what the headphones are for.

Over-sharing. My bad.

Grado RS2s.

Great for
monitoring operations,

getting real time feedback
when I'm typing,

or listening to Mingus when
I'm supposed to be working.

Mingus?
Yep.

I went to the Mingus tribute
festival in Stockholm.

You are officially my hero.

That's your ride.

Wish me luck. You don't seem like the
type to need luck. But good luck.

Mmm, gotta love
those kitten heels.

Would you like anything?

I could get the waiter for you.

Tea? Coffee?
Glass of wine?

It's 11:30 a.m.

Something stronger, then?

I'm good.

Perhaps we could get
a drink later. A nice Cava.

Cava? Are you from Spain?
Si.

Valencia?
Madrid.

Unfortunately, I don't think
I can get a drink with you.

Hmm...

Your mother warned you
not to date foreign men, huh?

Something like that.

Hello?

Stas?

Stas.

Stas.

English is fine.

I'm in your country now,
baby.

Oh. Do you have
your PDA, Stas?

Oh. Oh.

You have a little wardrobe
malfunction happening there.

Close call. Come on.

You... Do you have
your PDA, Stas?

One minute.
One minute, huh?

Chateau d'Yquem.
Almas Iranian caviar.

You're certainly rocking
on the Agency's dime.

Not as good as Russian caviar.

Look, can we just focus
on the intel?

Where...
Where is your PDA?

It's in, uh, bedroom, kiisu.

Please. Do follow me.

Just keep your robe on.

Look, Stas, I understand how hard
this must be to turn on your country.

And that's probably why you've had a few...

I just want you to know that the CIA
is grateful and we're here for you.

So, can we do the exchange?

Shall we, uh...

Hot-synch?

I thought you'd never ask.

Beep.

Was that as good for you
as it was for me, kiisu?

Get her out of there now.

This way!
Let's go! Let's go!

Joan, we need to keep the
information channels clear.

I'm giving you all I can,
Arthur. What can you give me?

I feel I've been
pretty transparent.

And I feel I'm still having to
navigate a lot of red tape.

Things of this magnitude
are complex.

There's complexity,
and then, there's lying.

Okay. This is good.

This kind of dialoging
is what this marriage needs.

You know, this whole
couples counseling thing...

Ultimately is useless until Arthur gives me
the name of whoever it is he's screwing.

I'm not having an affair.
How many times do we have to go over this?

You see that?
You were blinking like crazy, Arthur.

He was blinking like crazy.
Any trainee could see that he's lying.

Want me to take a polygraph?
I've got one in the closet.

Yeah.

Joan, we have a situation.

What went wrong?
This was supposed to be simple.

It all happened so fast.

I was talking to him one minute, and the next...
The room seemed to explode.

You know, some operatives go an entire
career without seeing a bullet fired.

Is that supposed
to make me feel better?

It's supposed to make you realize this is unusual.
Thankfully, it all worked out.

It all worked out?
Stas is dead.

Bad for Stas, good for us.

The Agency saves some money and
gets to delete a known assassin

from the high-security
threat list at the same time.

Whatever that intel was,
it was worth killing for.

What?
The intel.

I didn't get it.

You said you did
the hot-synch.

I did. But in the confusion,
I didn't grab the device.

Well, this just gets
better and better.

District police and FBI
are already on the scene.

Once our devices
become evidence,

all the intel is corrupted.

Gone.

I can go back.
I can get the intel.

Annie.

We don't just
waltz into places,

flash our badges,
and assume jurisdiction.

We don't even have badges.

Plus, you can't just take evidence
from an active crime scene.

She doesn't need
to take anything.

She just needs to get
in the room.

And what are you going
to tell the detectives

and any number
of people at the hotel

who will have pegged you as a
witness or possible accessory?

I'll think of something.

Try not to break
or lose this one.

What's the range on these?
About five feet.

When I beam this one out?

The other two devices will fill up
with the harmless-looking phonebook

we loaded on there,
and you'll download the intel.

Ingenious. So simple.

The system we devised before you got
shot at was ingenious and simple.

Now, we're just riffing.

Excuse me, ma'am.
Closed crime scene.

Are you in charge?

You need to turn around
and go back downstairs.

I was here
when it happened.

Uh, what were you doing here,
Miss, uh...

Truesdale.
Amber Truesdale.

I had a business meeting.

What kind of business
are you in?

I don't want
to get in trouble.

Look. We're not going to bust
you if you say you're a...

Call girl.

We don't like to use that term.

Really?

It's crowded in here.

Yeah, well, it's amazing what 57
high-powered rifle shots can do to a party.

Are you a detective?

FBI, Agent Rossabi.

And if you don't mind, I'll ask the questions.
May I sit down?

Look, I'm a good girl.

I come from a church-going
family in Akron.

I just wanted to come
forward and be honest.

My mother told me to always
do the right thing.

Mmm. What does she say
about you being a hooker?

Now, if I don't like
being called a call-girl,

I certainly don't like
being called a hooker.

Who was the john?
We call them clients.

The agency said
his name was Boris.

Russian businessman.
This was our first party together.

What's the agency?

The Gold Circle Club.

I can write down the number if you want.
That would be great.

Nice pen.
Thanks.

302 area code.

Delaware?
Wilmington.

You know, tax reasons.

Did you see anything
through that window?

No. But I wasn't really
looking.

We didn't get a chance to...

I wasn't here long.

I was standing about here.

Well, more here.
Excuse me, boys.

Oh.

The shots came through here.

And I ran out as fast as I could.
Hmm.

I don't really remember
much else.

I should really get going.
Am I allowed to leave?

I wouldn't leave town.

Let me ask you this.

Why did you really come back?

And don't give me
the, uh, "Good girl" rap.

For these.

Christian Louboutins
don't come cheap.

FBI secure exchange,
line one.

Gold Circle Club.
Where pleasure is our pleasure.

How may I direct your call?

Let's see why this intel
was worth dying for.

Khyber Intercept.

Useless.

Info on Kaladze's
political aspirations.

We already knew that.

Georgian troop movements
from last July.

Nice Samsonite.

What does that mean?

Oh, it's an old spy term for when
spooks used to stuff their suitcases

with crumpled newspaper to make
it look like something valuable.

Either Stas was too dumb
to know what good intel is,

or he thought we were too dumb.

Given the fact that he's dead
now, it's probably the former.

There's nothing here of value.

Type up a closer on the Stas file
and get it to me. We're done here.

Stas is dead.
Long live Stas.

Annie?

Word to the wise.

These pipes haven't been cleaned
since the Johnson administration.

I'd invest in
a bottle of Evian.

You all right?

I saw a man get killed today.

I lied to a Federal Agent.
I was shot at.

Huh. Or as we call it,
"Thursday at the Agency."

Asset entanglement, evasion
techniques, deception.

These are all words
they use in training.

They make it sound so clinical.
But it's not. It's...

It's messy and it's dangerous.

It is messy.
And it can be dangerous.

But you're doing it well.

Now.

It's "Miller time."

Happy hour at the tavern.

That's your solution?

Oh, absolutely.

One drink.

Probably best if you drive.

Hey, Auggie.
Tia.

Lovely as always.

Auggie, are you coming
to my party Saturday?

Wouldn't miss it, Jane.

Hey, Auggie.
Ladies love a blind guy.

They think we don't care about looks.
"Think?"

Little secret. You don't actually have
to see a woman to tell if she's hot.

You just listen to the way the other guys talk to her.
Take yourself, for instance.

Annie Walker. I'm so sorry to hear
that you had a hectic first day.

If there's anything
the DCS office can do...

I rest my case.
Thanks.

Conrad, right?
You remembered.

You must be very good
with names.

Oh, come on.
This is getting ridiculous.

Who needs
another beer?

I'm just going to assume
you see me raising my hand.

Mmm-hmm.

Why do you think Stas tried
to sell us such bad intel?

Just because a guy can shoot a
sniper rifle doesn't make him smart.

Intelligence can be
a bit of a misnomer.

I guess. So, tell me.
Why did you get into this?

You certainly don't
fit the profile.

I thought there was no profile.

And yet, everyone joins for some reason.
And it sure ain't the pay.

Tell me. I can take it.

I traveled a lot before I
came back to D.C. Uh-huh.

I don't know
what I was looking for.

I'm not sure I found it.

But I got to use
my language skills.

And I met a guy.

Oh, it's always about a guy.

Go on.

We fell in love in Sri Lanka,
and it was a tearful good-bye.

A tearful farewell at the airport,
a la Casablanca?

More like he left like the Baltimore
Colts in the middle of the night.

Ouch.

Anyway, I kept traveling.

I went to all the places
that we said we'd go together.

Tibet, Angkor,

Giza, Rapa Nui...

But no matter how far
I traveled,

I couldn't get away
from the truth.

Which was?

The truth was that
I let my guard down.

The CIA and the life
it offered was appealing.

I wasn't going to
get burned again.

Man, you do fit the profile.

I don't think we're
that far apart.

I think we have
a lot of shared interests.

National security.
Mmm-hmm.

Liar.

Joan.

Please meet Sheila Calhoun, legal
counsel for the Oversight Committee.

Sheila, meet my wife, Joan.

I can't believe you.
After all that denial.

No.
This is completely work-related.

Arthur? May I have a moment,
please, away from your girlfriend?

Excuse me, Sheila.

Have you lost your mind?

Phone records.

Thirteen phone calls made from
your scrambled cell phone to hers.

Four reservations
at various D.C. restaurants

all made on your
opentable.com account.

Do not tell me
I am losing my mind.

You're using valuable Agency
resources to track me?

That's not a denial.

Why can't you be a good CIA
wife and just trust me?

Because I'm not a CIA wife.

I'm a wife who works
for the CIA.

Oh. Oh. Okay. How about that girl?
She smells great.

All right.

Vintage Irish heart ring.
Crucifix on her neck.

LSAT prep book in her purse.

Holds her liquor.
I'm guessing Boston College.

Maryland accent, not Baltimore.

That's what I said, though.

Traces of Dublin.

I bet her parents are
first-generation off the boat.

Mmm. And she's fit, huh?

Her heels barely made any noise
when she was walking by.

In fact, she was walking
a little gingerly.

I'd say she's training
for a marathon.

Okay. Time for more drinks.

Oh, my God. I was supposed to be
at my sister's house an hour ago.

I live in her guest house.
We do dinner every Thursday.

- That's okay.
- Sorry. I've got to go.

Wait. How am I going
to get home?

Excuse me. Hi.
Did you go to Boston College?

I did. Did you?

I did. I went
to law school there.

I'm studying for the LSAT.

I aced mine. I'd lend you my study
guide, but it's in Braille.

We should talk. I'm Auggie.
Louise.

You have the softest hands.

Who the hell are you?

DEC method. Determine, evade,
counter-pursue.

Oh, man.

Whoa!

Come on,
you piece-of-crap car.

No. No!

Annie! Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi.
Let me see.

This is for you.
Okay, okay.

The deal was you can stay up
until Annie gets here, remember?

Well, good night.
Good night, Annie!

Bye! See you tomorrow
in the morning.

Annie, where have you been?
I was working.

Well, we're about
to start eating.

Ethan is really looking
forward to meeting you.

Come on.
Help me in the kitchen.

What's the matter?
He's cute in an Archie Comics sort of way.

Um, I just forgot we were doing
the whole Ethan thing tonight.

I thought it was just
our usual dinner.

Oh, come on.
You guys have a lot in common.

He works at the World Bank.
You work at the Smithsonian.

You both have
really boring jobs.

Everybody, this is
my little sister, Annie.

Hi.

Oh, look, there's an empty
seat next to Ethan.

Annie, why don't you
take that one?

Thank you.
Are you okay with that?

Yeah, thanks.

Well...
So, stuck in traffic?

Traffic. Right.

This Petrov speech has got the entire
northwest quadrant completely gridlocked.

Uh, did... did you want that?
I normally take M Street to, uh, get to Georgetown.

But they had that blocked so...
Uh-huh.

So, I ended up going all the
way up Connecticut Avenue.

You know, past the Zoo...
Wow.

And then, ended up going
down Wisconsin.

Around and around in circles today.
It was nuts.

Just crazy.

Can I have some wine?
Uh, red or white?

Uh, whatever is closer.
Red. Sure. Here.

Let me, uh...
I brought this.

Oh. It's... It's wonderful.
If you like Zinfandel.

Mmm-hmm. A little pricey.
But very good.

Oh. That's...

There we are. No need to be shy.
Thank you. That's good.

A toast, guys?
To Annie arriving.

Oh.

Seriously. Do you play racquetball,
by any chance? You a squasher?

Go for a drive and just
get out of the city.

On... On the drive, you know,
I usually turn the music up.

Just slip my shirt off
and just, you know...

Yeah, I shuck my own oysters.
You do?

Have you ever
shucked an oyster?

I'd love you to shuck
some oysters with me...

Oh. Wow.
...at some point.

Hey, sorry about that chocolate mousse again.
Drive safe.

Well, I think that went
pretty well.

Well, that makes one of us.

Good night.

We're leaving in five minutes.
All right.

Aunt Annie, we're eating waffles.
Okay, guys.

Sounds delicious.
Bye.

I'm late. Sorry. Okay, kids.
Go get ready for school.

Dude.

I'm sorry Ethan
was such a dud.

It's fine.
No, I thought I vetted him,

but he turned out to be a completely
different guy than I was told.

I can't believe he tried
to kiss you.

What?

Kiisu. I've got to go.
I've got to go.

Don't be mad at me.
I said I was sorry.

Well, I'm not mad.
I've just got to go.

I was just trying to help,
you know?

I mean, it's been ages since
you've had a real relationship.

It's weird.

Okay. Now, I am mad at you.
And I've still got to go.

Welcome, Ms. Hearn.
So glad you could make it.

I brought along some legal
counsel to brighten up the room.

Would you like
something to eat?

I'm sure you've heard
about my CIA-trained chef.

Culinary Institute of America.

So, this is the famous Arthur
Campbell charm offensive.

So, you're not hungry.

I'm not giving up my sources.
And you shouldn't.

But the people in our agency
who are talking to you

are clearly unhappy
with the status quo.

Maybe I could help them.

I have given these people my word.
I would go to jail for them.

Oh. Let's hope it doesn't
come to that.

Let's cut to the chase. What do you want?
Everybody wants something.

I just want to file
my articles in peace.

I think you want more.

I think you want relevancy
and access and accolades.

There's nothing wrong
with that.

So, what do you want?

Let me be your source.
On the record?

That would be tough.
And so it goes.

Recognize this meeting
as me reaching out.

What you do with that
is up to you.

Arthur.

CIA doesn't have
a monopoly on seduction.

I play all the same games that you
do, except I play them better.

And with more style.

But I get it.

You want more
balanced coverage,

and I want my sources
left alone.

So, I'll agree to let
a little light in,

and you'll agree to never
call me in here again

for another shameless
sit-down like this.

Great meeting.

Oh, she's good.

I wish she was working for us.

I would have thought that after
four years of being your teacher,

you would at least
call me Mark.

How have you been?
Good.

Traveling, mostly.

Your Russian is still
very sharp.

We were disappointed you passed up on
that grant at the Marin Institute.

But you're here now.
I'm here now.

I'm dating a guy,
a Russian guy from Moscow.

Ooh. Boy, be careful
with those Muscovites.

They're worse
than the Italians.

He calls me kiisu.
Like, a pet name.

I've never heard that
word before. Have you?

Annie, please, don't do this.

I really like this guy.
I just want to make sure his story checks out.

Please do not work for the CIA.

I'm... I'm not.

Don't insult my intelligence,
and I won't insult yours.

Working for these people
will lead to nothing good.

I've had a lot of
gifted language students,

but you are in a class
by yourself.

The CIA is just going
to exploit that.

But I'm not.

I'm just dating this guy,
and I thought you could help.

So, that's your story.

And you're sticking to it.

What does kiisu mean?

It means kitten.

But not in Russian.
It's Estonian.

And it's not even the most
common way to say, "kitten."

Really?

It's only used in the small
villages in the south, near Latvia.

So, somebody from Moscow
would never use that word.

Someone lying about coming
from Moscow might.

Thank you.
I've got to go.

Annie?

Be careful.

Hold on! Hold on!

Uh-oh.

Involving civilians in CIA matters
is a serious breach of protocol.

How did you know?
How did we know?

We know because we've been
following you.

Given the leaks we've had recently,
we're following everybody.

Stas is still out there.
Stas is dead.

It doesn't add up. The bad intel.
The way he was hitting on me.

The fact that he stood near a window.
Is that all?

And I was followed home last night.
High-speed, tactical pursuit.

I know.
That could have been the FBI.

That could have been an unstable ex-boyfriend.
It could have been us.

Was it you?

No.

I knew it.
Annie, this is all circumstantial.

Get off the grassy knoll.

Stas was born and raised
in Moscow.

The guy I met with
used the word "kiisu."

It's an Estonian word.
No Russian would ever say that.

Did you discuss this
with your professor?

Yes.

Gather your things.
Go back to the Farm.

At this point, you're going to be
lucky if you get a desk job in HR.

You may have been washed out
of the entire program.

Dismissed.

Dismissed.

Whoops. Perfume.

Wrong bathroom.

Jo Malone Grapefruit.

Annie. You're here?
I had no idea.

Liar.

How are you doing?

I'm fine.

Liar.

You know, I remember when I
first started at the Agency,

I was so freaking confused
by everything.

And this was before my accident.
I could still see but...

The protocol...

Bureaucracy...

The people I thought were mentors
turned out to be jerks, and vice-versa.

I was a mess.

Of course, back then, I could at
least read the bathroom signs.

So, what's the secret?

Well...

I'm not sure there
really is one secret.

But I find that it helps to
keep a healthy sense of humor.

And a bottle of Patron
in my desk drawer.

Annie, if Joan was going to fire you,
she would have already done it.

The Agency likes people
who take initiative.

It's kind of a weird
push-pull thing.

In that case...

I need your help.

Hey. Can you take
a picture of us?

Try and get the Capitol Building
in the background if you can.

Sure.

Smile.

Here you go.
Thank you.

Thanks.

Wintergreen Listerine
Breath Strips?

I'm improvising.

I once accidentally washed a pair
of jeans with these in the pocket.

When I fished them out...

I couldn't get them off
my fingers.

This is never going to work.

There's only one way
to find out.

Huh.

Annie?

You know, when I was
talking about initiative,

I meant, like, showing up
for work early,

buying donuts for everyone
once in a while.

We need to blend in.
You need to sell this.

Talking doesn't help.

We're clear.

Annie, you forgot my shoes.
I'm supposed to walk around the morgue barefoot?

We just need to find Stas.

Stas spent ten years
in a Siberian prison.

He has the tattoos to prove it.

And this guy...

Clean as a Boy Scout.

I knew it.

Stas is still alive.

I should have noticed it
when his robe came off.

Wait. His robe came off?

Freeze! FBI!

Now, tell me.

What is a call-girl

doing at a D.C. morgue?

Paying my respects.

So...

You're still telling me
you're a call girl?

I'm still telling you
I don't like that term.

Okay. Who's the blind guy?

He's a client...
Client.

A john, as they say.
Which is ironic, since my name is John.

Okay. Uh, what were you
two doing in the morgue?

I had mentioned to John
about yesterday,

almost getting killed
at the Capitol Grand.

I knew he was a bit
of a fetishist.

I thought it might turn him on.

And seeing that dead body
really turned me on.

You're blind.

What are you, "sight-ist"?

I think I'd like to speak to
someone a little more open-minded!

There's one more thing
you should know.

Really? And what is that?

We are extremely discreet.

We have a number of Federal employees
and civil servants on our client list.

I'm just putting
that out there.

Let me
get this straight.

You're propositioning me
during an interrogation?

See, you keep using all those clinical
terms, and it's dampening the mood.

I'll be back.

I just got a call
from my boss' boss.

A man I've never talked to in my
entire career just called me.

Congratulations.
You must be doing a good job.

A man I've never talked to told me
to release you and your friend.

Maybe your boss' boss
is a Gold Circle client.

Okay. Here's what I think.

I think you both
work for the Agency.

Uh...
No, I know. I know.

You don't know what
I'm talking about, right?

I was going to say you don't
know what you're talking about.

Okay. You work
for the CIA.

Yeah.

You work for the CIA, and you should
be sharing information with us anyway.

Somehow, you got involved
with this Russian guy.

And instead of working with the
Bureau, you decided to go it alone.

Only you got caught.

And now, some shadowy superior

who goes to the Metropolitan
Club with our director

has got to call
to get you released.

The operative word
being "released."

So, what did the
NSA come up with?

Well, we ran the wiretaps on
Miss Calhoun from Oversight.

And?

And, um... It's all
on the up-and-up.

All conversations with Arthur
are completely work-related.

It's actually pretty boring.

Is that so?

You should be happy, Joan.
Your husband is not having an affair.

Thanks, Paul.
I owe you one.

Yes, you do.

What is it, Conrad?

A heads up on
tomorrow's front page.

How many sources does she have?

What else?
You're hovering.

The DNI called. He wants to see you
in his office first thing tomorrow.

Thank you.

You were right.

Really?

Don't make me say it twice.

We got a hold of the body after you
two were pinched at the morgue.

Not good, by the way.

We're sorry about that.

Two days on the job, and you already
have him apologizing for you?

She likes Mingus.

I'm sorry.
Later.

We cross-checked DNA samples.
It's not Stas.

Who is it?

Some patsy Stas must have
bribed to pretend to be him.

Clearly, he omitted the
"getting shot" of it all.

And Stas was the one
who was doing the shooting?

He is an assassin.

Why would he fake
his own death?

Not for the money.
The transfer didn't go through.

It wasn't to signal to us
he was dead. Too veiled.

We're over-thinking it.
Like you said, he's an assassin.

That means everything
he does goes towards one goal.

Oh, man. Is Stas
still on the HSTL?

Let's see.

"Deceased". If everybody thinks he's
dead, nobody's looking for him.

And if nobody's looking for him, he can
do what he really came here to do,

which is kill someone.

What's the threat matrix?

Coming up.

The President is abroad.
Congress is out of session.

Petrov. An outspoken Russian
journalist visiting D.C.

It's classic FSB tactics.

Half their assassinations
go down abroad.

Petrov's at an awards dinner
at the Smithsonian right now.

We've got to get
him out of there.

Go get him, girls.

Arms, please, sir.

Thank you, Victor.

I really enjoyed it.

Thank you.

Petrov is secure.
Stand down.

Stas probably knew we were on
to him and didn't show up.

Annie.

Ethan. Don't worry.
I'm not stalking you.

Uh, Petrov... He's a friend
of the World Bank's. So...

Oh.
Sorry about last night.

You know,
too much "Zin."

Would you do me the honor of letting
me pay for the dry cleaning bill?

It was only chocolate mousse.

Yeah, but still...

Hey, you know, you Smithsonian
people really know

how to throw a good party.

So, are you, uh, working
or are you, uh, playing?

Working. Actually, could you
excuse me for a second?

Uh, work stuff.

Right.

You all right?

Call security!

Move, and I'll kill you.

I believe you, Stas.

Let's think this through.

The CIA loves to negotiate.

I... I could shepherd you
into Langley myself.

Keep walking.

I knew that
Spanish accent was off.

You're getting sloppy.

I promise you I'll work on
that after you're dead.

Get down on your knees.

The Intelligence
Commendation Award.

For your work on
neutralizing an enemy spy.

Thank you.

I look forward to coming back to the
Agency after I finish my training.

Oh, you're not
going back to the Farm.

We're going to be keeping
you here at the DPD.

Your country needs you.

Oh. Thank you.

Joan, can I talk to you
for a second?

Yeah, of course.

On the platform,
it all happened so fast,

but I could have sworn
that Stas was killed by...

somebody I knew.

Someone you knew?

Someone I met while traveling.

Annie, you've been
through a lot.

The man who killed Stas
is Agent Baldwin over there.

You're lucky he got
there when he did.

You might want to go thank him.

And you're going to have
to give that back.

Awards stay here in the vault.

The Agency giveth
and the Agency taketh away.

You were right.

This is a weird place to work.

Come on. Let's go scarf down
a few more of these cheese cubes

before they take those away.

So, you're telling me
he's back already.

The moment we brought
her in, he resurfaced.

Thankfully, he took out
Stas for us.

Ben Mercer.

They must have had a hell
of a time in Sri Lanka.

Should we mobilize an ops team?

No, not yet.

If we move too quickly,
he could slip away again.

Keep the girl working. Keep her out there.
Let's see what he does.

Hopefully, she'll lead us
right to him.

Arthur.

No, this meeting is over, Joan.

Hi.
Hi.

Are you okay?

I'm fine. A stapler accident.

I'm such a klutz.

I'm sorry about this morning.

No, I'm sorry.

I just... I wanted to introduce
you to someone cool,

and Ethan was...

not.

It's okay.

He said he'd pay
for the dry cleaning.

Wow.

Straight to the Cherry Garcia.

Rough day, huh?

No. I'm fine.

You are such a horrible liar.

You'd make, like,
the worst spy ever.

You want to talk about it?

Not tonight.