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Bring it up.
Bring it up. Let's go.

Watch it!

Hey.

Whoo!

Good going, guys!
Nice one, Diego!

Nice move.

Oh, you're too fast, Annie.

Sometimes, I think
you're letting me get through.

This week, my team's buying the
beers, so you have to come.

You certainly take
the direct approach.

Ah, well, "Sometimes in soccer,
you have to score goals."

You know who said that?

Thierry Henry.

You've just
become the ultimate woman.

Maybe we skip the drinks, huh?

You know, I'd forgotten how
forward Latin men can be.

No, Annie, wait.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Give me a reason to stay.

Uh...

I'll do anything you ask me.

Of course I do.
You work for the Smithsonian.

You play midfield
like Juan Arango.

And now you're bilingual.
Very impressive.

Do you know enough to trust me?

Is there a reason not to?

I need you to do me a favor.

I told you.
Anything you ask me.

I need you to help me
get to your sister, Julia.

My sister?

What do you know about Julia?

Actually, quite a lot.

She raised you like a
mother, pays your tuition.

She still lives in the house
where you grew up in La Dorita.

Uh, it's a favela.
A slum.

Which is why she
homeschooled you,

and wants you to be a doctor.

A pediatric surgeon.

She lights a candle every Sunday
at mass to be sure you do.

Whoa, whoa.
How do you know this?

I have friends in Caracas.

Who?

Is this a joke?

My friends also tell me she's
the manager at Banco Nacional.

In fact, she's the personal
banker of Victor Ponces.

Oh, she handles the accounts
of many government officials.

She's also his mistress.

Who gives you this
kind of information?

For the past three years,
Julia's helped Ponces

skim over $100 million

to profits owed US oil companies
producing Venezuelan oil.

They transfer the money from a
secure terminal in her bank

to a secret offshore
account in the Caymans.

There isn't a government
official in Caracas

who doesn't line his pockets.

Not that much, Diego.

These are large dollars
that my friends believe

are funding organizations that
want to destabilize the region.

We need to look
into that account

and see exactly
where the money's going.

And in order to do that,
you need Julia.

Yeah.

Hmm.

And now, I know who you are.

It was time, Diego.
You can still trust me.

And what if the money's going somewhere
your friends don't like, huh?

That's above my pay grade.

But I am authorized to tell you

that we'll protect
both you and your sister.

We'll give you new lives here

and pay for your education.

What if she doesn't
want to do it?

You don't know Julia.

That's why I'm talking to
the brother she adores.

You do know her.

You can introduce us to her.

Help her understand that this
is the right thing to do.

The smart thing.

Look, I know this is
a lot to take in.

But if you help us,
you will be protected.

If not, my guess is Julia's
going to get pulled into this,

whether she wants to or not,

and you'll be on
the first flight home.

With a canceled student visa

and no chance
of getting back in.

I'm going to need your
answer by tonight, Diego.

And if it's yes, next
time, I'll buy the beers.

He sat there for 20
minutes after she left.

No phone calls, no texts.

I would have heard.
Didn't say anything to anyone.

I think he's clean.

Or very careful.

And that still doesn't
explain what you were doing

out in the field with Annie.

I ran into her at the game.

Suddenly, you're a fan
of intramural soccer?

Only on Sundays, and just
for the past few weeks.

How many times do we have
to go through this, Auggie?

You are not sanctioned
for field duty.

Not anymore.

I can't afford to lose you, okay?
I need you here.

Time to move on.

Annie.

Is your Smithsonian
cover in place?

Yeah. Got my
ID yesterday.

Too bad about the photo.

Have travel book you and
the brother to Caracas.

I'm sure you can come up with something
museum-worthy to acquire there.

You're sending me?

Just to hold his hand
on the plane.

Our station agent will
meet you at the airport,

you'll make the introductions,

and he'll take
Diego from there.

The kid knows you.
He trusts you.

That's what these past three
weeks have been about.

He hasn't agreed to do it, yet.

He's a 20-year-old
kid with a crush.

He'll come around.

Jai, you're hovering.

The Caracas station agent.

Mmm-hmm. Lopez.
Have we heard from him?

Not yet.
But the chief down there

says he's been dropping out for two
or three days while working this job.

So, we have a day or two
before we need to worry.

Might get a little rain
this time of year.

If you're talking Caracas, I
still haven't closed the deal.

Well, his hormones
will close it for you.

Why does everyone assume
Diego has a crush on me?

Maybe it has to do with that little
move he made towards your knee.

Smooth.

You didn't think Auggie
was the only one

covering you today, did you?

Looks like it's
your Smithsonian line.

Acquisitions.
Annie Walker.

Hola, Diego.

No, I'm really glad you called.

Yeah.

"Jupiter, king of the planets.

"Jupiter is the fifth
planet from our sun..."

Here you go,
cuties. Eat up.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

"Three hundred Earths
could fit inside.

"What is it like on Jupiter?
" Chloe?

That juice box is for your
lunch bag, not your cereal.

Is this half decaf?
First pot nitro.

You want decaf?
Find a barista on the way in.

"Jupiter's atmosphere
can crush..."

That was
for the lunch bag.

Chloe, I'm serious.
Do not poke that straw into that hole.

Hey!

Thank you.

Oh. There's eggs
on the stove.

Girls, the bus leaves
in 10 minutes. Hurry up.

Not going to join us
for breakfast?

It's like
a love twister in there.

Like being caught
in a "momsoon."

Put down roots, you'll
get through the weather.

Put down roots, you can't
run from the storm.

And stop quoting Mom.

Let him go, Annie.

You were always the one telling
me to let go when we moved.

Well, if you want to
survive as an Army brat...

Well, take your own advice now.

You're right. It's stupid.
It's time to move on.

"Simon Bolivar
and James Monroe.

"Partners in Liberty."

And in boredom, I'm sure.

It's more interesting
than you'd think.

I'm studying it for the museum.

More interesting
than Cleveland, anyway.

Why are they sending you?

We're thinking about
doing something

with the Rock and Roll
Hall of Fame.

And you'll be cage dancing
in a bikini?

It's
for the hotel pool.

Okay. First of all, get
your hand off my ass.

I'm being your boyfriend.
It's my cover.

Okay. Be my boyfriend without
your hand on my ass.

Thank you.

We're looking for
a driver named Lopez.

He's wearing a gold 20 bolivar
coin around his neck.

Do you know him?

No.

Then how can you trust him?

He's a company man.

He'll be the one
talking to Julia?

With your help.

She'd like you better.

That's not an option.

Hello?

- Wheels down?
- Wheels down and looking for my ride.

Well, I'm guessing he's going
to be pretty hard to find.

That's Maria who gave you the
hip check and the phone.

And Rodriguez is
the man by the door

with questionable
taste in hats.

Got him.

They'll be keeping an eye on
you if we decide to go ahead.

If we decide to go ahead?

Lopez has been out of
contact for 72 hours.

The station chief's worried.

What does that mean?

Well, it could mean
several things.

He's sick. He's been compromised.
He's being followed.

Or he's dead.

It could mean he's dead.

Yeah, well, we're trying
not to go there, yet.

But the bottom line is, you just
might be doing this on your own.

He's been delayed?

Maybe indefinitely.

Our people are trying
to decide what to do.

Options?

Cut our losses.
We bail and bring them home.

It's the Syrian arms
thing all over again.

Ponces will have time
to move his accounts,

and we'll be back
to square one.

Agreed. If Lopez has been compromised,
we don't have much time.

Have one of the other
station agents handle it.

Did Lopez read them in?

Just the bullet points.
Annie knows at least as much.

More.

She's fluent,
she knows Caracas,

and she has a
relationship with Diego.

But she's green. It's her
inexperience versus a closing window.

Might be a good idea
to notify the DNI.

Bring the Bureau into the loop.

Have they got Justice to approve
the tap on Diego's phone yet?

Not till we brief them
on the mission.

They're looking
for quid pro quo.

Well, they're not
going to get it.

Who else is at the airport?

Maria and Rodriguez.

Keep them close.
Let's make this Annie's show.

And tap the kid's phone.

Will you
settle down?

I think you're
losing your watchdogs.

They'll keep up.

How long have you
been doing this?

Long enough.

So, not very long.

But long enough.

Don't overdo it.
And keep your hands where they belong.

Diego!
Julia!

This is the girl I was
telling you about. Annie.

You're the football player.

The Smithsonian Museum girl.

Yes.

I have some business
here tomorrow,

and I used my mileage
to bring Diego along.

Ah! She wanted
to meet you.

Business
in Caracas?

Mmm-hmm. I'm looking
at a letter

that James Monroe wrote
to Simon Bolivar.

We're hoping to acquire it.

Well, you must need
to freshen up.

Come. Let me show you.

So, how old are you?

26? 27?

28.
Even worse.

How dare you date
a 20-year-old boy.

Oh. I...

He needs to study.
To learn.

You American women are all
cougars with hot tubs.

Julia, I'm not...

He's there to get an education.

I understand.
A book education.

I'm not sleeping
with your brother.

So, then, what?

You're not here to look
at a letter to Bolivar.

Actually, I am.

But my real business
here is with you.

You didn' know
cougars like hot tubs?

Still no sign of Lopez?

Well, at this point,
that might be a good thing.

We don't want to throw
too many people at her.

Keep it calm and simple, Annie.

Don't give her any wiggle room.

She means
wiggle- free.

Wiggleless. Got it.

Was that you as a kid?

Uh-huh. That was me.

Your sister looks
like a popular girl.

Yeah, it takes her an hour
to walk a couple of blocks.

Everyone wants to talk to
la madre de la favela.

"The mother of
the neighborhood."

She loves it here.

I couldn't wait to get out.

The other kids, they would tag

all this hate graffiti
about the US.

And me, I used to
dream about it.

Everyone in the government
takes a little cream.

Victor takes
more than a little.

Our interest is in
what he's doing with it.

He likes cars.

This goes way beyond cars.
You know that.

What I know is that
Victor is a good man.

A loving man.

He's a criminal
with many enemies.

I don't believe that.

And he's married.
With many mistresses.

We see what we want
in the people we love.

Romance can be blinding.

You don't have to go down with
him, Julia, but he will go down.

All you'll be doing is giving us a
look at where his money's going.

You put an electronic tag on the account
in the Caymans so we can get access to it.

It's a simple
three-digit identifier

that you type in
after the account number.

He'll find out.

Eventually.

But by then, you'll be safely out
of the country and resettled.

You say that so easily.

Leave Victor and my country.
Leave La Dorita.

You saw those kids.
They need me here.

When I was growing up, we moved
every three or four years.

It's what you do
in the military.

It's hard, at first.

But I learned to build a
wall around those emotions.

How?

I took the pictures of all
the friends that I'd made,

put them in a shoebox and
buried them in the backyard.

My sister thought I was crazy.

But it was something
I had to do to let go.

Staying wasn't an option.
I had no choice.

And neither do you.

So, I put Victor in a shoebox?

There's no future with him.

Don't try to reason with love.

Then don't get burned by it.

Because it happened to you?

I see.

And now, you are
a woman with walls.

How long has it been?

About three hours.

It's the toughest thing we do.

Convincing people to
let go of their lives.

Even when they don't
have a choice.

They call you the mother
of the favela?

They are all my children.

And Diego?

Isn't he as much
a son as a brother?

You raised him.
Homeschooled him.

Doesn't he count?

Doing this guarantees his dream.

A medical degree from the US.
Citizenship for you both.

His dream is to come back.

To practice here.

Are you sure about that?

Why don't you ask him?

This is the door to his future.

To yours.
Walk through it.

You have to think of Victor
and all this as your past.

No.

Julia.
No.

I will not do this
to prove Victor's guilt.

Then do it to prove
his innocence.

Prove us wrong.
We will go away.

Julia's in.
There's only one problem.

Ponces needs a password to
access the Cayman account,

and the password changes
every minute for security.

So, he carries a coded fob.

You know
about the fob?

Yeah, yeah.
They're pretty common.

It's about the size of a jump
drive with a small screen.

When the fob gets close
to the bank terminal,

the terminal sends the correct
account password to the fob.

Ponces reads it.

Julia types it into the
terminal, and they're in.

Bottom line, we need it.

Well, I'm betting
he's never without it.

He probably showers with it.

This is one of those jobs where
nothing's ever easy, isn't it?

Yeah, but look at the
pension and the medical.

And the chance to spend tropical
nights with 20-year-old men.

He's sleeping on the couch.

The fob, please.

Uh, right. We're switching his for
Julia's after lunch tomorrow.

Julia has one, too?

All the bank managers have them for
their other restricted accounts.

They're coded differently,
but they look the same.

Where are you going to do it?

Julia and Victor have a standing
lunch date at his beach club,

followed by a siesta
after in a private room.

Diego and I are invited
along for the lunch part,

and Julia will pull the switch
after, when he's sleeping.

Diego.
Look at you now.

Ah. You leave here a boy,
and you return a man.

With a woman you don't deserve.

Victor Ponces. Annie Walker.
A pleasure.

Julia tells me
you're in Caracas

to look at a Bolivar letter
for the Smithsonian.

Actually, it's a letter James
Monroe wrote to Simon Bolivar,

thanking him for the statue

of the harpy eagle he sent after the
signing of the Monroe Doctrine.

We have the statue
at the Smithsonian,

and we'd like to display the
thank-you letter along with it.

Well, I would love it if
you would do me the honor

of accompanying you
this afternoon.

Diego can drive Julia
back in your rental car.

I would gladly skip a siesta

to look at a letter from
the last American president

to care about anything
south of his own border.

Is Rodriguez sure
it's Lopez's necklace?

Well, they minted half a
million of those coins.

There must be
thousands like it.

He recognizes the chain.

From across the room?

Apparently,
from across the room.

Caracas PD found Lopez's
body 20 minutes ago.

In several pieces.

We should call it.

If Lopez has been compromised,
she's been compromised.

No, you can't make that jump.

Julia called Ponces last night?

Just to make the lunch date.

Analysts say it was clean.

No calls out from
the kid, either.

So, we have no reason
to believe he's made her.

Ponces has to be suspicious.

Why? She's 28 and
looks like a cheerleader.

So you hear.

But point taken.

Annie doesn't
look like a foreign op.

He'll test her.
He'll try to draw her out.

But we've got people
all around her.

There's no reason
to call it off now.

Well, they were both
opposed to imperialism.

Great allies in the fight.

Not exactly.

Bolivar greatly admired
Monroe for the Doctrine,

but in later years, he
considered the United States

just as bad as Spain.

Yes.

What was his quote?

"The United States appear to
be destined by Providence

"to plague America with misery
in the name of liberty."

Exactamente.

So nice to be with a Yankee

who can quote
more than Lincoln.

Shall we?
I want to leave time for the drive.

I should probably use
the powder room first.

I'll join you.

Hmm.

He likes blondes.

Maybe you'll
have an opportunity.

The ride back
isn't about sex, Julia.

The gold piece
around your neck.

Is that a recent gift
from Victor?

He gave it to me Sunday.

I'm pretty sure it belonged
to a colleague of mine.

And what's that
supposed to mean?

Victor
stole it from him?

No. I think it means
he killed him.

Have you said anything to him
that could compromise me?

I need you to
tell me the truth.

No. Nothing.

I need you and Diego
to go back to the bank

and wait for me there.

What if Victor drives you back?

I'll make sure he doesn't.

Our flight's at 5:30.

Your flight, Annie.

In my heart,
I know you're wrong.

But in your head,
I think you know I'm right.

I can come by tonight.

The door will be open.

Annie?

Carroll Shelby used to
do this to his passengers

when he gave them
a ride in his Cobra.

If you can take those bills in the
next 10 seconds, they're yours.

So, you must
tell me, Annie.

What does a worldly, educated woman
like you see in someone like Diego?

You must have many men
at your beck and call.

I like how ambitious he is.

That he wants to do
something with his life.

A doctor of some kind,
isn't it?

A pediatric surgeon.

That's right.
Admirable.

Still. Young men
make such bad lovers.

I think you should be dating
someone closer to your own age.

Maybe older.

Your turn.

My turn?
Mmm-hmm. To drive.

Oh. I couldn't.
I'd ruin it.

Somehow I doubt that.

Please. These roads
were meant for this car.

You sure you want to do this?

Positive.

That way, I can keep my eye
on you, instead of the road.

It's your car.

Ooh. My bad.

So, so sorry.

Third gear.

Faster.

Please. I can't.
I think you can, Annie.

I had my men search
your car at lunch.

Strange how many
of your answers

seem to come straight
from this book.

You even highlighted
the Bolivar quote.

Smithsonian employees
have to bone up.

It's part of the job.

Particularly new
employees, I'm sure.

Now, this looks like
it was made yesterday.

Faster. Fourth gear now.

Please. I can't.

I just don't think
you're trying.

Yes.

Damn.

You see, no one can do that
without considerable training.

Now, please.
Get out of the car.

My associates will
take you back into town.

They'll be right here.

I think we better skip
the whole museum thing.

I don' want to bleed
on the Bolivar letter.

Yeah, we'll send your regrets.
How bad is it?

It's a surface wound.
But messy.

I'm ruining the inside
of his car.

Sweet.

Where are Julia and Diego?

In the bank.

We have a guy outside.
A cabbie with a beard.

He'll take you to the airport.

Does he have an extra dress?

Annie. I'm okay. Let's do it.

Julia, we have to hurry.

What did you do to him?

It's not the time.

Is he alive?

Yes. That's why
we have to hurry.

There's a first aid kit
around the corner.

Wait by the ladies room.

Bring your purse.
We're not coming back.

"Entonces."

"Entonces."

All right. Our cabbie reports
that Elvis is in the building.

Damn. Give me
the tag digits again.

Nine, bravo, seven.

We're in.

We got it, Annie.
We're in.

Thank you, Julia.

Victor's here, isn't he?

Please tell me there's
a side way out of here.

It triggers the alarm.

They're coming back
for you, Annie.

Julia, we have to go.

Is it bad?

Is Victor what you say he is?

He shot me, Julia.

The red hits are the flagged
accounts of the known organizations.

That one's FARC.

This account's tied to
the Hezbollah in Asuncion.

It's all actionable.

He's
coming back here.

You have to get out, Annie.

We have to go.

Your car.

We leave it.

What about Diego?

We have a man out front.
He'll get him.

Get in! Get in!

Julia, don't do this.

No.

He's your enemy.
It's over.

It's over, Julia.

Annie, we just texted Diego.

He's on his way
to our guy out front.

Thanks, Auggie.

Don't want to leave
the boyfriend behind.

Confiscate their phones
before they get on the plane.

We need this intel analyzed
before Ponces shuts it down.

No one goes home tonight.

Gonna miss it?

I'm sure there's a pickup
game where we're going.

I'll adjust.

And Julia?

It's been
a tough couple of days.

She doesn't let go easily.

All roots, no walls.

She loved it back there, Annie.

And I keep asking myself if...

I did the right thing.

Did they tell you where
you're going, yet?

Only that we're going tomorrow.

I should probably get back
to the safe house.

Was that a sigh?

It sounded like a sigh.

Like a troubled, guilty sigh.

This is the business, Annie.
It's what we do.

The fact is, you should be
feeling pretty good.

Yeah, well, my
shoulder's still sore.

My sister can't understand how
a car accident would cause me

to lose the $300 carry-on she
gave me for my birthday.

And I've got
a 20-year-old lothario

bragging that he spent the
night with me in Caracas.

Well, aside from that...

Aside from that, I'm fine.

And you shouldn't be here.

Ah. Sundays, I'm drawn to the
sound of a thundering herd.

Sue me.

Still.
If Joan found out...

She knows what it's like
to jones for fieldwork.

I think she envies you.

I bet she was pretty good.

One of the best.

I bet you were pretty good.

Still am.

And I envy you, too.

All that "time to move on"
crap Joan preaches?

I don't buy into it
for a second.

Every step forward begins with a
firmly-planted foot in the past.

Auggie?

Were you able to trace all
of Victor's skim money?

Mmm. There were a couple
of personal accounts

in the Caymans we couldn't get into.
Small change.

We figure Victor was
taking a cut for himself.

And where does Diego's
tuition money come from?

From Julia's account
in Venezuela.

I can bring it up.

What funds that account?
Anything besides her job?

Money from one of
the Cayman accounts.

From Ponces.

Can I get you guys anything?

I'm not hungry.

I'll be in the shower.

So, Ponces was
giving her a cut?

Yeah. She was using
the funds to pay

for neighborhood kids' education.
Ten in all.

Also, a food bank
and a free clinic.

They call her la madre
de la favela.

The mother of the favela.

Sweet. You're going
somewhere with this?

Part of the reason she
didn't want to leave

is she didn't want
to give it up.

It's more than
just loving Ponces.

She doesn't want to
stop funding the kids.

And she hasn't.

There were payments made out of her
account as recent as yesterday.

By her?
Looks that way.

She doesn't have access
to a phone or a computer.

She could have borrowed
one or stolen one.

She wouldn't try to contact
Ponces, would she?

The station in Caracas
said he went underground.

We're betting she already did.

I'll be at the safe house.

Let's get her backup
and alert the airports.

I'm going downstairs
for some coffee.

Would you like me to
bring you back a latte?

I'll come with you.

It's in the building,
Mr. Hughes.

I'll be gone five minutes.

She wasn't at the coffee shop.

We ran
a four-block grid.

The texts on my
phone are deleted.

I never should have done this.

I never should have
made her come.

We'll find her.

No. You stay, Diego.

No, no. Not now.

We might need him
to talk to her.

Did you contact
the cab companies?

Excellent call on the taxi.
We got a hit.

Where was
the pick-up?

Fairfax and Wessling.

The fare was wearing a purple
shirt and a tan trench coat.

That's her.

Well, drop-off was
about five minutes ago

near the band shell
at East Potomac Park.

PD's gotta have a unit close.

Park Rangers? FBI?

On it.

Annie? Stand down.
Units are on the way.

I'm less than five away.

Let somebody else do it.

I have Hughes in the car.

Then let him do it.

Good luck with that.

You might want to
hold on to your gun.

Oh. Mi Victor.

Mmm.

How much further?

Just past the Tidal Basin.

I knew you'd forgive me.

You had no choice.

Do you have my passport?

It's in the car.

We should go.
Our flight's in an hour.

Slow down.

There it is.

Take me behind it.

Let me out here.

What do we do?

We wait and say our prayers.

Yeah, but we can't.

Diego, do not get out
of this car.

No, it's my fault she's here.

Diego!

Hector's going to help
us get through the airport.

Okay.

Julia!

Is that Diego? Victor.

There's no going back, Julia.

You should know that.

Julia!

Diego!

Victor.

No.

No.

Victor!
Julia.

No!
Julia!

I loved him, Diego.

I'm sorry.

What was I supposed
to do with it?

Just bury it in a shoebox?