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Good morning.

Stupid Internet.

What's with the Four Seasons
breakfast spread?

Taking pictures for my catering site.
Don't touch.

Mmm.

Sorry. I didn't know.

It doesn't matter. It takes, like, 200
pictures to get anything worth using.

And now I can't upload.

How am I supposed
to start a business?

You don't have to get
everything to work instantly.

I know. It's just every
other mom in the play group

works at least part-time.
Now, with Michael out of work...

He knows you're trying.

And "super mom" is
not an easy job.

Mmm, but if you're going
to do this breakfast thing,

do you think you can
get fresh squeezed?

Because this OJ from
concentrate tastes like sand.

Wait. Don't move.

That's the perfect light.
Oh!

Okay, ready?

Mommy, Elmo went away.

Cable's out.

You know, I don't know
if you've heard,

but most of the civilized world
went hi-def a few years back.

I never claimed
to be civilized.

Plus, I haven't had much use
for a new TV lately.

Well, you may not, but I want
to watch myself in 1080p

when that call
from Charlie Rose comes in.

What makes me think that
that's only going to happen

when I'm on trial for espionage?

Oh, silly Auggie.

You're not the only person
I know at the CIA.

Just the only one
you're sleeping with.

Or maybe not.

You know
it's just you.

Mmm-hmm.

And the others are...

Just sources.

Sources?
Mmm-hmm.

I'm not a source.

You're a source of happiness.

Do we have time?

Don't they call in the cavalry
when you miss work? Mmm.

Not if I call in.

Cable's out. Phone's out.

It's not the 13th
already, is it?

Yeah. Why?
I've got to go.

Joan, hear me out.

There was a metro-wide
communications shutdown today.

No cable, no Internet,
no cellular network,

and I bet the satellite array
was down for 10 minutes.

That's classified.
It was more like 15.

This was not an accident.
I guarantee you.

There is a hacker out there somewhere who
is trying to make a name for themself.

The Datatech Conference
starts today.

You've got to send me in.

There's a briefing in 10.
Signals Intelligence is running point.

I'm going in?
You're going in.

Has anyone ever told you you
look amazing in that color?

Why do I have the feeling
you're about to?

What do you call
that color, anyway?

Um... Blue.

Well, blue really suits you.

Briefing time, kids.
You do not want to miss this one.

Why are you so happy?
I'm going to Datatech.

Data what?

Datatech. It's a computer
security conference.

It's like
Comic-Con for nerds.

Isn't that just Comic-Con?

Oh, har.

A couple of years ago, some
National Security genius

decided it would be a good idea to
sit down with the black-hat types.

Now, twice a year, a thousand
hackers converge on Washington,

and a thousand law-enforcement
types pick their brains,

and in many cases, hire them.

What... And this has him
wound up because...

He's a dork.

And it was his cover.

Oh, and it will be again.

This morning, a
well-coordinated cyber attack

took down several communication
systems in the D.C. area.

It also briefly disrupted
our secure satellite link.

The hack is reminiscent
of a 2007 event

that temporarily disabled phone
service to the Pentagon.

But this one takes advantage of a
security flaw we've never seen before.

The Pentagon believes that
select government servers

may be susceptible
to this hack.

Isn't cyber-crime
FBI territory?

Cyber-crime is.
Cyber-terrorism is not.

Everyone's going to
want a piece of this one.

Spy agencies, terror groups,
organized crime...

So, who do we think
did the hack?

We've been analyzing the code, and
a familiar name has popped up.

Wow. You're going
to find this interesting.

What?

No.

No.

Natasha Petrovna...
Yes.

Appears to be
behind the attack.

What is it?

Natasha Petrovna
is my ex-girlfriend.

Natasha Petrovna, born and
raised in Saint Petersburg.

Graduate degree in computer
security from Lomonosov University.

Now, a member of the
Swedish-founded Pirate Bureau.

A card-carrying anarchist.

Barber from Tech Intel
will fill you in.

Natasha was busted
two years ago

for illegally accessing Department
of Agriculture servers.

She was demonstrating
a firewall hack.

There was no further intent.

Uh, Justice Department
didn't think so.

She just spent two years at Danbury
Women's Correctional Center.

I'm well aware.

That's where Martha Stewart did her time.
That's pretty good company.

It seems that Miss Petrovna
is back to her old ways.

The infection vectors from this
morning's hack were classic Petrovna.

Elegant, efficient and pointed.

That's Natasha, all right.

Auggie, we're sending you
to Datatech

to reunite with Natasha and
negotiate a consulting deal.

We're going to pay her off?

We're the only government
agency who can.

We'll go as high
as two million.

Natasha's father was a political
prisoner under Brezhnev.

She hates the government.

If we try to pay her off, she's
only going to stonewall us more.

Well, we've had very good luck
at this agency using money

to get people to
re-examine their ideals.

Annie, you're going
to be his eyes.

Datatech is already underway.
There's not a moment to lose.

Joan? You know that putting me
on this mission is a bad idea.

It's not going to make Natasha
any more cooperative.

You're the one who wanted
back into the field.

If we buy this tech, she's
going to learn I'm CIA.

Yeah.

You're kidding.

Two years ago,
I can't say anything,

and now I'm just supposed
to announce that I'm a spy?

Look.

I know this isn't easy.

But you of all people
know how hard it is

to get a hold of
technology like this.

We really need this hack.

Hey. Before I forget, I found some
pictures of you up on the Internet.

What, so you've got an
Annie Walker Google alert now?

Are you cyber-stalking me?

Actually, Personnel
sent me the link.

They'd like you to take them
down for security purposes.

Oh.

But I do like this one.

Auggie, are you ready to go?

I guess. I've got to stop at home and change.
Can you drive?

How serious was it
with this Natasha girl?

We had fun.

Because you're
the good-time guy.

What's that?

Nothing.

Solo board game?

Don't touch that. I'm playing an
Internet game with a girl from Brazil.

Well, at least I think
she's a girl.

At least I think
it's Brazil. You ready?

Where did you
get that? 1986?

Datatech has something
of an unofficial dress code.

You can always tell the
type of person you're dealing with

based on their look.

Hackers are the ones in T-shirts
with no sense of personal hygiene.

The more employable variant
is the security consultant,

whose workplace-required collared
shirts usually feature short sleeves,

so they can show off
their body art

in defiance of the
corporate overlords.

Blue jackets and khakis
are always law enforcement.

The Bureau has never been
known for their subtlety.

What about $1,000 suits
and silk ties?

Europeans. They never
really got nerd fashion.

The FBI does not like to comment
on ongoing investigations.

But in general, I can tell
you that we are in...

Who are these guys on stage?

Used to be FBI's most wanted.

Now, they're
Datatech celebrities.

You asked about. The copyright
holder is a US corporation...

Doesn't it strike you as odd how many
criminals are able to just exist here?

Not exist, thrive.

This is the Wild West
of the information age.

You think Billy the Kid
and Pat Garrett

didn't sit down for a
sarsaparilla once in a while?

Does that
answer your question?

My question is
for Mr. Phillips.

How can the FBI defend the
warrantless wiretap program

while at the same time
claiming a need for secrecy

to avoid the Freedom
of Information Act?

Shouldn' access go both ways?

Well, first,
you have to remember that...

Natasha, right?
Yeah.

At the time, the
warrantless wiretap program

had been authorized
by a federal judge.

The purpose for the...
She's pretty.

Is not, as people think...
Yeah.

Listening in on
everyone's phone calls.

We were trying to catch some very
real bad guys... Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine. ...
by tapping into their phones.

That was just one of the few
methods that we used to...

She's talking to the Europeans.

It doesn't seem friendly.

They're probably offering
her money, as well.

Then, we should change
our strategy.

Yeah.

Take me over there.
Wait.

What?

She's right in front of you.

Hold up, Tash.

Didn't see that coming.
You should have.

Do you know what I've been
through the last two years?

No, I meant because I'm blind.

Huh?

Oh, I'm...

I'm so sorry, Auggie.

No, it's not your fault.
I buried the lead.

How are you?

This isn't fair.

You can't come here
after what you did to me

and expect me to
feel sorry for you.

I don't want anyone to feel sorry for me.
I just want to talk to you.

I sat there, Auggie.

I sat there at Kinkead's waiting
for you, and you never showed.

Two days later, I was arrested by the FBI.
It was a hell of a week.

I can explain. Don't bother.
I'm walking away now.

Tash, please.
I know you were behind that hack today.

I want in.

Not here.

Who is she,
your seeing-eye dog?

Natasha, this is my business
partner, Annie Walker.

Don't be fooled by his act.
He's a good hacker, lousy boyfriend.

I can assure you our relationship
is purely professional.

Define professional.

The kind of professionalism
that can offer you $2 million.

I can't believe you don't
know me well enough

to know I'm not interested
in money.

I have to ask for my company.

Tell your company they can
have my code tomorrow

when I release it wide at noon.

No group, no person should
get to control information

any more than they should control
all the world's oil or food.

You know
that's simplistic, Tash.

There are groups in there that want
to de-stabilize personal security,

government security...
It would be chaos.

I'll turn over my code when your
company releases its copyrights.

That's not the kind
of company I work for.

What do you mean?

I'm CIA.

Always have been.

I'm sorry.
I couldn't tell you until now.

Well, that could have
gone better.

So, Natasha was just someone you
had fun with back in the day.

No. Maybe I undersold
the relationship a little.

You think?

Four years ago, I was breaking in my
cover, talking tech to random people.

So, I was in a Laundromat
in Adams-Morgan,

and Natasha was reading Snow Crash
while she waited for her whites.

We dated a little over a year.

And I wish I hadn't liked
that book so much.

So, you broke her heart.

I didn't want to.

I loved her.

I'm not buying it.

You don't break up with
someone you're in love with.

You know what?
When you work at the CIA, you do.

I put in for a close and continuing
with a foreign national,

and the Agency told me
to cut off all contact.

Well, I can't imagine they'd be too happy
about you dating a Russian anarchist.

Well, I knew
she was rebellious.

I just didn't know
how rebellious.

The FBI had her in a sting.

Which is why she thinks
you abandoned her.

I did.

All I wanted to do was
protect her, and I couldn't.

We made contact.

Natasha was unresponsive
to our initial offer.

"Epic fail" would be
a better term.

Told you she hated me.

Auggie, she doesn't hate you.
If anything, she still loves you.

You don't get that passionate about
someone if you don't love them.

Ah.

Dude, a blind guy works here.

Don't rearrange the furniture.

Sorry about that.
I've got it.

Natasha's going to
release the hack tomorrow.

Everyone at the
conference knows.

Yeah. And everyone at
that conference will know

how to do major
damage immediately.

All right.
So, this needs to happen fast.

Auggie, you're going back
in there tomorrow.

Am I the only one
paying attention here?

Natasha won't negotiate
with me.

Guys, can we have the room?

Auggie. You know this.
People can be turned for three reasons.

Money, patriotism or love.

I'm not sure
she loves me anymore.

This isn't about her feelings.
It's about yours.

If you do still care
for Natasha,

then you know that what I'm asking you
to do is the right thing for her.

Auggie?

Yeah.

Okay. I'm your man.

Oh, come on.

Rough day?

Like you read about.

How can working at a museum
be so stressful?

It's not the work.
It's the people.

One of my co-workers there,

I met his
ex-girlfriend today.

She is nothing at all
like I expected.

She's like

chaos in a bottle.

You sound jealous.

Hardly.
I feel sorry for her.

I think this guy's more of a
player than I originally thought.

So now you take an interest?

No, it's just...

He's definitely sleeping with
someone he hasn't told me about.

You know when you think
you know someone,

and then you find out they
have this whole other life?

This is really good.

Speaking of which,
check this out.

Oh.

I know you're going to hate me,

but I need you to take
those photos down.

What? You know how hard
it was for me to get these.

I know. It's just...

I want the people at work to
think of me as professional.

Do you have to knock over
everybody's sand castle?

The site isn't about you,
Annie. It's about food.

Um...
And not professional?

Uh...
Wow.

Fine.

Stupid computer.

Sorry. I'm almost ready.
There's fresh coffee if you want some.

Well, I had a crappy night, so I
hope you're in a better mood today.

Let's just get this over with.

AUTOMATED VOICE
Liza Hearn.

Liza Hearn.

Liza Hearn.

Liza Hearn.

Auggie, please tell me that you're
not so pissed about this assignment

that you called Liza Hearn.

I didn't. I swear.

We're dating.

You're the leak.

Come on, Annie.
You know me better than that.

Do I?

Up until yesterday,
I had no idea you were...

I'm running an op on her.

I'm working her to
get to her source.

Does...
Does Joan know?

No. If she knew,
she'd farm it out.

According to the NCS,
I'm not fit for fieldwork.

You've got to report it,
Auggie.

This is the woman who is
trying to destroy the Agency.

Why? So she can give it
to Jai?

James Bond was a lonely,
sad, old man.

What does that mean?

It means I can't believe
you're the kind of guy

who would exploit
a woman for intel.

What do you think I'm
supposed to do with Natasha?

I'm here.

You happy?

Thank you for meeting me.

So, where is your
all-seeing CIA?

They're right here.

Tash, I know you don't have
any reason to trust me.

But you have to know, I never
wanted to break up with you.

The CIA made me do it.

So, they control
your love life, too?

I'm not going to defend it.

Leaving you was the hardest
thing I've ever had to do.

Wow. So, you're the victim.

Tash, I almost quit the Agency.

When they told me
I couldn't see you again,

the only thing I could do was get
as far away from here as possible.

I went to Iraq,

and six months
later, I was blind.

We shouldn't be listening.

I know Auggie is a friend,
but today, he's an op.

He knows we're here.

He could be lying to her.

Blue blazers and khakis.
FBI's making a move.

Heads up, Auggie.
FBI, your three o'clock.

Tash, I don't want you
to freak out,

but we have FBI agents across
the street coming this way.

What did you do?
I had nothing to do with this.

But as long as you're with me,
they won't do anything.

If you walk away,
I can't protect you.

So, this isn't a negotiation.
You're here to dictate terms.

I want you to do
the right thing.

Sorry, Auggie.

Tash...

Tash!

Give me your hand.

Now! Now!

Auggie?
Tash?

Auggie?
Are you hurt?

Tash?

Tash!
Are you okay?

Are you okay?
Uh, yeah, I'm fine.

Tash! Where did she go?

I don't see her.

What do you mean
she disappeared?

I pulled her away from the
car, she let go of my hand,

and she was gone.

Okay.
So, what have we got?

Okay. Police found the SUV abandoned at
a bus stop about a mile from the hotel.

Traffic cams photographed
these two.

Those are the guys
from the conference.

They were the ones
arguing with Natasha.

That's Alexander Markov
and Yuri Tretiak.

These guys are career criminals with
ties to the RBN crime syndicate.

Makes sense. Cyber-crime's evolving.
It's Mafia 2.0.

Damn it. Organized crime
is FBI territory.

Okay. Package up what we
have and send it to them.

God, I hate playing
second chair.

What about Natasha?

The FBI are going to have to deal
with that when they find her.

FBI? She's in danger.

She's not our problem anymore.

I told her we'd protect her.

The Bureau is telling everyone that
CIA interfered with an investigation.

We've played our cards.
It's over.

So, this is how it goes?
Natasha gets the screw again

because of an inter-agency
pissing match?

Boy, I love my job.

As a security professional, I would
advise you to change the locks

after you dump a girl
who has your house key.

Jesus, Natasha.

Who was in the car?
What?

Was it CIA?

No, of course not.
It was the Russian mob.

Oh, God.

What did you do?

Before I lived here, before I was
Pirate Bureau, in university in Moscow,

there were these guys.

They had flashy clothes,
lots of money.

At first, it was nothing.

Translating bits of code
for them.

But then, they drew you in.
First, with money. Then, with threats.

Ever since then,
everything I do,

they think they have
a piece of.

And they want you to turn
over the hack only to them.

They feel they own me.

Own my code.

They said they would kill me
if I didn't turn it over.

When they saw me
talking with you...

Jesus, Tash. You're in danger.
Let me take you in.

No. CIA got me into this.

Those mob guys will not stop
until they get the hack.

The CIA can protect you.

You act so self-righteous, but what
makes you different from the mobsters?

You both want to control
the code that I wrote.

You have to trust someone.

I trust the world.
That's why I want to release the hack.

Trusting everyone is
the same as trusting no one.

Trust? Hmm.
It's not easy, Auggie.

And yet, you're here.

Maybe he's just hungover.
Sleeping it off.

This is a guy who is
never late for anything.

He knows the protocol.
Auggie would have called in.

So, what are you thinking?

Auggie?

Well, that's not Auggie's.

A train? Really?

Are you trying to make this
as annoying as possible?

Oh. Step.

You don't like being
stuck on the rails?

I remember us having an amazing
time on the Metro to Crystal City.

We weren't running
for our lives.

We are now.

What do you mean
he's out of pocket?

Auggie's not at his apartment,

and it looks like
Natasha Petrovna was.

Okay. I'm attempting to trace the last
known location of his cell phone.

Don't bother.
It's right here.

Along with his keys and his ID.

Anything we could use to trace
them is right here in front of us.

Look, Auggie knows
what he's doing.

We're not going
to find them unless he...

DHS flags all cash transactions
for transit tickets, right?

Yeah.

I need you guys to check all the
stores around Auggie's apartment.

See if any of them activated a high-value
disposable credit card last night.

Barber, are you there?

Yeah. I'm typing.

Oh, okay.
Okay, here we go.

The, uh, Gas-N-Sip
at 18th and Calvert

activated two $500 cards
last night at 1:16 a.m.,

and one of them was used to
buy tickets on Amtrak 3312

to Montreal this morning.

Find a table near the middle.
I need to hear.

I still don't know
what you're looking for.

I'm looking for a passenger with a
NEXUS immigration fast-pass card.

Digital documents are easier
to fake than paper. Here?

I'll just hack into the passenger manifest.
It will be so much easier.

What? No. Tash. Tash. I don't need the data.
I need an actual card.

We'd be better going bag
to bag to find the card.

What, and a blind guy and a
smoking hot Russian girl

looking through other people's bags
wouldn't attract any attention?

It's better than you trying
to divine a card using ESP.

So, are you going
to give me this hack?

Is that what this is?

You're playing me
to get my code for the CIA?

No, I'm trying to help you.

But I do still think you'd be
better off entrusting it to the CIA

rather than everyone
in the world.

And for you?
Chef's special with a side of back bacon.

All right.
And can I get another serviette?

- You bet.
- Oh, and separate receipts, please.

Yes. That guy.
What is he wearing?

Green tie. Ugly shirt.

And what does that tell you?

He's a businessman
with no style?

No. He's a
Canadian businessman.

An American would have
ordered ham or Canadian bacon.

He ordered back bacon
and she asked for a serviette.

Take me over there
and follow my lead.

Excuse us, folks. We're with the transit
company's hospitality department,

and we're conducting a survey to try
and improve our level of service.

Would you mind answering
a couple of questions?

We'd be happy to.
Oh, great. Thank you.

Okay, first question.
On a scale from one to eight,

how would you rate your
travel experience thus far?

Next stop, Albany.

Eight.
Yeah. It's been great.

Wonderful.
I'm very happy to hear that.

The FBI is stopping
the train at Albany.

I think Auggie wants us,
not the FBI, to find him.

How else do you explain the Scrabble
board and the credit card scraps?

Those are breadcrumbs.

Or he could have
just been sloppy.

I think he's running Natasha.

Or he's helping her
get to Canada.

Do you really think that?

Annie, you've only been here
for a few months.

How well do you
really know Auggie?

Okay. Regardless of which
one of you is right,

we need to get to him
before the FBI does.

They're still furious at us
for losing Natasha.

I want you two
to follow this down.

Got it. We'll liaise
with the Albany office.

No. We're going
to keep this in-house.

Go to the airfield.

No sign of the girl?

I had my NEXUS card
when we got on the train.

Somebody must have stolen it.

This has got CIA
written all over it.

Nice work.

What do you know?
You didn't see anything.

It sounded awesome.

The current generation
NEXUS immigration cards

have a flaw in the way
they were encrypted.

For some reason, the designers left
sequential register scanning enabled.

If that's the case, I can
parse the addressable memory

for the encryption key, and we'll
have full read-write capabilities.

I love it when you talk dirty.

How did you know
to switch trains?

I've been doing this
a long time.

Protocol makes
people predictable.

You used to be predictable.

Uh, no.

Yes. Yes.

Yes. You were so
buttoned down.

Such a white hat.

What happened?

Something unpredictable.

Smile.

You didn't break up with me
because the Agency told you to.

Yes, I did.
I can show you the memo.

Oh, please, Auggie.
It's a notorious bureaucracy.

That memo probably came
after you dumped me.

Wow. I thought
I was kidding.

You were the one who didn't
want to move to D.C.

You didn't want a family.
You didn't want kids...

Here we go.

Yes. Yes, Tash,
here we go.

You come in and talk to me
like I ruined your life.

But dating you wasn't easy.

So, why bother?
Because I...

Because I loved you.

Don't ask me to explain it.

I didn't know
we had access to a jet.

Why don't we fly this
more often?

Because our title
isn't "Director."

We don't come back with Auggie, don't
count on flying it again.

He wasn't on the train.
Neither was Natasha.

Look, I know what
you're thinking,

that I'm an asshole
for not trusting Auggie.

So, you're a bit
of a mind reader?

Look, as hard as it may be for you
to believe, I do like Auggie.

But if I put my personal
feelings ahead of analysis,

then I'm not doing my job.

I trust Auggie.

And I respect that.

But in our business,
we can't rely on trust alone.

If we're
wrong about Auggie...

I know I'm right.

Let's assume you are right.

He's running Natasha.
It's still a huge breach of protocol.

Wait. CIA protocol.

Always travel unpredictably.

Amtrak splits at Albany
to both Montreal and Toronto.

You think they switched trains?

Yeah.

Do you trust me?

I'll go talk to the pilot.

Please remain
in your compartments

and have immigration documents
ready for Passport Control.

We will be coming
through the cabin.

Here you go.
Thank you.

We're in.

We already showed our cards.

I'll get rid of them.

Tash. Wait. Wait!

Tash, talk to me.
How many?

How many?

Two!

Tash, hit the lights!
Hit the lights!

Auggie.

Auggie!

Tash?

Get dressed. Fast.
We're going to have to jump.

We're going to jump off
a moving train?

We're slowing down at Niagara- on-the-Lake
for coupling to the Canadian system.

The FBI will jump on then.
We'll jump off.

Okay. The FBI will start at the
ends and work their way in.

Do you see anybody out there?

They're out there.
They're coming. Good.

They can't set up on the eastern
side because of the lake.

When you see the ops team coming in
the back door, that's when we go.

I'm a big girl, Auggie.
I can take it from here.

Tash, I couldn't help
you before.

I am not abandoning you now.

What if I told you I couldn't give
you the code, if I didn't have it?

Would you still help me?

Yes.

Yes. I want to help you.

That's the answer
I wanted to hear.

This is the source code.

Everything you need
is right here.

I love you, Auggie.

Natasha!

Auggie?

Annie?

Where's Natasha?

Jai, don't worry.
I got the hack.

Told you.

Hey, did you guys get
to ride on the jet?

Where's the girl?

I didn't see anything.

I know what you want to hear.

That I knew Natasha had the hack the
whole time and I was just playing her,

working her like an asset
to get it back.

But the truth...

I don't know.

In order to be a good operative,
you need to play on emotions.

And sometimes, that means you have
to become emotional yourself.

Is that a compliment?
It is.

And just for variety, here's a
threat to go along with it.

Don't ever do
what you did again.

Have you heard from her?

No.

No, I don't imagine
I'll ever talk to her again.

So...

Was it worth it?

I guess I am qualified
for fieldwork after all.

Speaking of which...

I assume you are
elliptically trying to

get me to talk
about Liza Hearn.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to get as much information as
I can, then turn it all over to Joan.

And then, I'm going to end it.

Okay?

It's okay with me
if it's okay with you.

I trust you.

Thank you.

You're not such
a bad sister, after all.

I'm sorry.

Let me see.
Let me see.

Okay, here. See,
look what you can do.