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Previously on
Covert Affairs...

Your last serious
relationship ended two years ago.

Yes.
In Sri Lanka.

But it ended badly. Yes.

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

I can handle a
competitive workplace.

FBI, Agent Rossabi.
What kind of business are you in?

Look, we're not going to bust you
if you say you're a call girl.

We don't like to use that term.

Ben Mercer. 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.

Let him go, Annie.

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

Hasaan's down.
Who fired the shot?

The order was to take him alive.
Who fired?

Drop the weapon! Drop it now!
Get on the ground!

I didn't... I don't...
Put the gun down.

Move away from the
weapon and lie facedown.

I just heard.
Hmm?

Where is she?
The Bureau has got her?

Yes. See, this is
what happens, Arthur.

You put Annie in harm's
way, she gets harmed.

Was Mercer involved?
Do I need to authorize an ops team?

I have an operative
in Federal custody.

One who's lucky to be alive.

We can talk about you and your agenda
when I get her back here safely.

I know you.

Let's see.
You're not dressed like a call girl.

Who do you work for today?

The Smithsonian.

Do you now?

We can do the "he said, she said"
back-and-forth thing when I get back.

I'm not going
to like this, am I?

Girl's lawyer is here.

Her lawyer? You mean,
the one she didn't call

because we don't let
her call anybody yet?

That's her.
Yeah, I got it.

Okay.

I'd like to speak
with my client, alone.

Your client?

She's as much your client
as this is my gavel.

Just understand that
we expect a little

intra-agency communication
and support.

Right this way.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

I said I was your lawyer.

Did they buy it?
No.

But you might as well treat me like one,
because it's going to be the same advice.

You're sitting in a Federal
interrogation room, Annie. Why?

I... I didn't choose...

A blanket denial is not going to get
you anywhere, with them or with me.

I am looking for a detailed,
moment by moment explanation.

I've been trying to
work it through.

Right. So, you're confused,
maybe in shock.

I understand.

So, let's just work through it together.
Take a deep breath and start at the beginning.

Two days ago, I attended
an auction at Bramble's

as part of
my Smithsonian cover.

Do I hear $500,000?
Thank you, ma'am.

$500,000.
Do I hear $750,000?

$750,000. Sir.
$750,000.

Thank you.
Do I hear one million?

One million dollars?
One million? Thank you.

Do I hear 1.25 million?

Bidding on the velvet Elvis?

Oh! I hear the
brushwork's amazing.

Yeah. I'm holding out on
the Dogs Playing Poker.

There's a Dogs Playing Poker?
I'll have to add that to my list.

You're bidding
on multiple lots?

Yeah. My resources
are pretty good.

Ooh. A funded
corporate viper.

Yeah, we private buyers don't
really care for your kind.

Just don't go for
a piece I'm after.

You better hope not.

Fair warning.
And... So/d

for $5. 75 million.
Thank you, ma'am.

The Renoir is now
closed for bidding.

Next up is Lot 33, Thomas Cole's
1832 painting A Wild Scene.

We'll open bidding,
please, at $1.5 million.

$1.5 million.
Thank you, sir.

Do I hear $1. 75 million?

$1.75 million.
Thank you.

Do I hear two? $2 million?
$2 million.

Thank you very much.
Do I hear 2.25?

Don't look at me.

$2.25 million, sir?
Thank you. Do I hear 2.5?

2.5? $2.5 million. Thank you.
Do I hear $2. 75?

2. 75?
Okay, go.

$2. 75 million?
Thank you very much.

Do I hear three? $3 million?
$3 million, sir.

Thank you very much.

Do I hear 3.25? 3.25?

Ten million.

$10 million.

Ladies and gentlemen,
do I hear 10. 1?

$10. 1 million?
Very well. Fair warning.

And... Sold for $10 million.
Thank you.

The Cole is now
closed for bidding.

That was a gross overbid.

Excuse me, Ms. Jacklin? Yes.

Who was the man that
bought the Cole painting?

I'm sorry. We can't release
personal information.

Our bidders
value their privacy.

I understand. Let me ask you.
Wasn't that bid a little outrageous?

No, I think if you can pay
outrageous, you can buy outrageous.

This happens from time to time.
Yeah, but the...

The painting was
not worth that.

Apparently, it was.
Excuse me.

August.
Anne.

So, if we see something that
we don't think feels right,

the company wants us to report it, right?
No matter how ridiculous?

Encourages it, in fact. Why?
You see your gardener buying too much fertilizer?

Somebody wanted me to watch a certain
lot at Bramble's this morning.

They even circled it
on my lot schedule.

And...

And the piece sold for way
more than it was worth.

How much more?

Six, maybe seven million.

File a Civ Ob.
It may tick something in the server.

A Civilian Observation. Right.

File a Civ Ob,
catch the Unabomber.

Or a stupid art collector who
pays too much for a painting.

Hey.

We still on for tonight?

Sure. But just to clarify,
it's just a family barbecue.

Paper plates and paper napkins.

I totally understand
what you're trying to say.

I'll dress casually.

So, she was working at the Smithsonian
when you met her? I'm confused.

Not exactly. I wasn't at work.
I was, um...

Actually, we met at a
coffee shop near her work.

So what is it you do, Jai?

Anne says that you're some
kind of G-man or something.

I think that usually
means the FBI.

No, I'm just a suit and tie
man for the State Department.

I... I'm a number instead
of a name at work.

Ugh.
Ugh.

Oh, my God.

He's like the George Clooney
of wherever he's from.

Nice. He's actually
third-generation D.C.

That bone
structure is ridiculous.

Hey. You're making me
self-conscious here.

Oh, come on. You're one of the beautiful
people, too, which is why it works.

Is it serious?

I don't know.

I haven't been on a
date in a while.

A- ha. Finally,
she admits it.

It's a barbecue date.

A serious date if everyone has
hickory sauce on their chins.

Oh, come on.
You can tell if he's potential or not.

I'm not too much of a mom.
I remember new romance. Sort of.

That was fun.

As far as barbecues go.
With paper napkins.

And paper plates.
Mmm.

Dates are so much fancier.

They are.

I appreciate
the lack of pressure.

And I appreciate
the understanding.

We've all had relationships
that take time to get over.

Are you talking about me?

You're a little gun-shy.
A lot gun-shy.

I guess I am.

All I'm saying is,
I've been there.

If you wanna take your time,
take your time. I'm around.

There's nothing I like more
than a good barbecue.

Hello, Annie.

Ben.

I'm not sure whether I apologize
first for leaving you in Sri Lanka

or breaking into your home.

Sri Lanka.

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

Had to?

You changed things
for me, Annie.

And you left me.

I was in love with you and
you skipped out with a note.

If I would have stayed any longer,
you would have been in danger.

From what?
My mission.

I was with the Agency.

I knew it.

With Stas, on the train tracks.

It was you who saved me.

I was tracking him.

I'm on my own now.

And somehow that's
my responsibility?

I was in love with you, Annie.

That was it.

I've thought so long about
what I would say to you

if I ever saw you again,

and now, I realize
I don't want to talk.

I want you to talk.
Why are you here now?

The Cole painting
at the auction.

You marked it on my program.

There's more there. Keep digging.
Just push it hard.

What kind of cryptic
nonsense is that?

You show up two years
later, out of the blue,

and you expect me
to "push it hard"?

You push it hard.

I don't believe you.

There's an arms dealer.

Seraf Murat.

The auction is one of
the ways he moves his money.

That's why that guy
overbid so much.

Murat's number two,
Russ Hilburn.

He wasn't just buying
a Thomas Cole painting.

He was buying a Cole and schematics for
a Russian missile guidance system.

That doesn't make sense.
The CIA would want to stop that. Why would...

They want to control it.
They want to control him.

I want to stop Murat.

So, just to be clear.

You're not asking
for forgiveness.

You're asking me for a favor.

What do you want me to do?

Go to Sophie Jacklin,
the Bramble's director.

Ask her about February
22nd, Lots 19 and 75.

It may take some coaxing, but I think
she'll come in to Langley with you.

And if you have to use
my name, you use it.

You know her?

Call her "Mona Lisa" and she'll
know you're not bluffing.

No.

Annie. I know
this is a lot to take in.

The CIA would...

Forget protocol.

The Agency is using you
to get to me.

You can't believe anything they say
about me or anything I've done.

Do not trust Joan and Arthur.

Maybe I don't deserve this,

but I'm asking you to trust me.

Trust the man you fell in
love with in Sri Lanka.

Uh-oh. I know that sound.
Access denied.

Someone's going to throw a net
over you in five, four, three...

Har-har. I mock
your attempt at humor.

Were you looking
for Kennedy's assassin?

Just a blown password.
I'm checking on some stuff for Joan.

Careful. The walls around
here have eyes and ears.

Try to avoid major felonies.

Damn password.

At least
turn down your speakers.

Who called your attention
to the auction?

Sophie Jacklin.
She called me yesterday morning.

And what did she say
on the phone?

That she needed to see me.

Alone.

Excuse me?

Excuse me.

We're closed.

I need to speak
to Ms. Jacklin.

Sorry. I haven't
much time.

I'm Annie Walker.

From the Smithsonian. Yes.
You were upset about the price of the Cole painting.

It was exorbitant.

Like I told you, you know,
people have their reasons.

I can't really guess why someone
might bid what they bid.

What about February 22nd,
Lots 19 and 75?

May I see your
credentials, please?

I need another 15 minutes.

Yeah, well, make them wait.
Something urgent's come up. In my office. Yeah.

So, um, Lots 19 and 75 on...

Was it the 22nd of February?

Don't play games with me.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Do you want me
to mention Murat?

Maybe you should show me your
other credentials now. FBI?

Interpol? Well,
you can't be CIA.

What makes you say that?

'Cause they would have
sent someone else.

So, tell me, Annie Walker.

Who the hell are you?

I'm not here to arrest you, or
kill you, or whatever you think.

Put the gun down.

Oh, you just happen to be interested
in those particular lots.

I know about Murat's deals.

And Hilburn making
the transactions.

That was him at
the auction, wasn't it?

You must think I'm naive.

I was sent here to help you.

By whom?

You haven't told me
anything, yet.

I was sent by Ben Mercer.

Ben's dead.

I saw him last night.

I don't believe you.

Believe me, Mona Lisa.

Who was he to you?

He didn't tell you?

Ben has many secrets.

He was my contact
at the Agency.

He was the operative
who first approached me.

I facilitated certain financial
transactions for the company,

similar to what I do
for Hilburn and Murat.

Ben made me feel safe.
Protected.

When they told me that he had been
killed, it wasn't the same anymore.

I felt exposed.

You started
double-dealing.

No, I was having some
financial troubles

and Russ Hilburn's money
looked awfully good.

So, why... Why didn't
Ben come himself?

Ben's in
a complicated situation.

And so are you.

It's the Russians who are selling
the plans to Murat, right?

I don't know anything about any plans.
They don't tell me.

That's not gonna hold up when they
start handing out indictments.

Or when Murat and Hilburn decide that
you're the one causing this problem.

They'll kill me.

But they won't have the chance, if
you come with me to Langley now

and tell us what you know.

We have to hurry. Um...

Hilburn's men are on their way
now to pick up the painting.

That's who you were
with on the phone?

If you're here when
they arrive, they...

Look, they're not the kind of men
to waste time asking questions.

There's a side exit
through the warehouse.

You always pack that much heat?

I don't even know if it works.

I guess what you said
about Hilburn...

It's not the first time I've thought
about what they might do to me.

Hello, Sophie.
Is something wrong?

The Cole is waiting
for you in receiving.

You're supposed to be alone.

This is a friend of mine.
Annie. She dropped by.

Which is why you were
hurrying out with your gun.

I've never seen you
with a weapon.

Look. This must be some
kind of misunderstanding.

Ms. Jacklin?

Go! Go! Go!

The loading dock's
through that way.

Hey.
Do you want this?

No, keep it. Keep moving
towards the dock.

Take your shoes off.

Quickly!

It works.

Drop the weapon! Drop it now!
Get on the ground!

I didn't... I don't...
Put the gun down.

Move away from the
weapon and lie facedown.

Sophie Jacklin tipped
you to the overbid,

and then denied anything was wrong
when you approached her afterward?

She was worried she
was being watched.

She told you that?

When she called me.
Yesterday morning.

And what did she say
on the phone?

That she needed
to see me. Alone.

So, she knew
who you worked for.

She didn't say. Only that she had
information for me about the buyer.

What did it say?

Confirms two men at your shootout were Turkish.
Foreign nationals,

which is why you're in
Federal custody, not State.

You find anything yet?

In the middle of it now. She deleted her
history, tried to cover her tracks.

On a Civ Ob?

It's not like Annie
to work off-book.

So, Ms. Jacklin took
you back to her office

and told you the buyer was paying
for more than just a Thomas Cole?

The only reason you hesitate is
because you're trying to handle me.

You do that
and you lose, Annie,

because I am much, much
better at this than you.

Just answer.
What did she say?

It was a money exchange. For schematics
for a Russian missile guidance system.

If the Russians were the
sellers, who are the Turks?

Who was it that overbid
for the Cole painting?

She didn't say.
She didn't say?

Really? After being such a
fountain of information?

Sophie Jacklin was a CIA asset.

She had been for six years.

Did she bother, after all that,

telling you why she didn't
contact her regular handler?

No, ma'am.

Did she tell you who
her first handler was?

No, ma'am.
She didn't.

Haven't got much here.
You get her search history restored?

Working on it. Looks like she was digging
into some pretty serious classified stuff.

Hey, have you ever run across
anyone named Ben Mercer?

Never heard of him.

Uh, listen, I gotta make another call.
I'll see you back at the shop.

Yeah.

Wrong guy, Annie.

Mmm-hmm?

What exactly were you searching
for in the Agency database?

Art comps.
Activity from the auction house.

I don't believe you.

I don't believe a single
thing you've told me,

and as far as the Feds
out there are concerned,

you work for the Smithsonian.

Do you know what that means?

That means you are a citizen
ripe for prosecution.

That means you are
responsible for four bodies.

So, unless you
start opening up,

unless you start telling me
the absolute truth,

I am gonna hang you out to dry, Annie.
Believe me, I will.

Tell me about Ben Mercer.

This is the day she was arrested?
Yeah.

Earlier, before the place
got all shot to hell.

Mick.

That was my friend who died.

Good man.

I'm sorry.

It was my fault.
Had a feeling she was trouble.

Now, Ms. Jacklin? She knew something was wrong.
Watch this move here.

Ah! Bang.

Should have pulled the trigger.

How much did you not disclose about
Mercer during your initial with us?

Why are you so
interested in Ben?

Because he is in this
up to his eyeballs.

And is that why I was
recruited by the Agency?

Have you seen him?

Have you seen him?

Yes.

Annie went to Sophie,
not the other way around.

And nothing in the auction house
database on who the buyer was.

Jacklin must have deleted it.

Nothing in
Annie's home, either.

Auggie confirmed her looking
into Mercer at the Agency.

And she just admitted
contact with him.

I still have four bodies
that I have to account for.

So, don't try and pull your spook magic
and disappear the case from my docket.

This is domestic
through and through.

I'm not finished talking
with my client, Mr. Rossabi.

But I'm about to be.

No more games, Annie.

If there's a weapons plan in play, you
need to tell me everything you know.

Who's the buyer?

Believe me. Whatever you think
you know, I promise you

it is not the whole truth.
Ben Mercer is a liar who abandoned the Agency.

You need to make a choice right now,
Annie, because this is it. Right now.

The name of the buyer, or I will
leave you here to be prosecuted.

I guess
Annie opened up.

What do you think they're
gonna do to her?

That's up to Joan.

How forgiving did she look?

You could tell
as much as I could.

Ben Mercer was a CIA operative.

He turned Sophie Jacklin six years
ago, and made her an asset.

That's it?

That's all you're going to give me?
I already knew that.

There is no quid pro quo, Annie.
I don't owe you anything.

After I...
After you what?

Finally stopped lying, breaking
protocol, and did your job?

You do understand that you could
be fired or tried for treason

for what you've done.
Do you understand that?

He went rogue, Annie.
That's all that matters in the end.

You never answered my question.

Are you using me to get to him?

Is that why you recruited me?

We recruit people
for all kinds of reasons.

What matters is how they perform
in their duties once they're here.

If they don't perform, we'd let them
go, no matter why they were recruited.

So, where do I stand?

What's my status here?

I thought I said to
avoid major felonies.

I'm sorry, Auggie.

I didn't make things
too hard for you, did I?

My problem is, I like you.

So, I'm always gonna
try and cover for you.

Which, I now see, is going to lead
me straight to potential treason.

If they would just be
straight with me about Ben,

I could settle it
in my own head.

What do you know about how they...
I can't, Annie.

Even if I did know
something, I can't.

So,

how bad was the fallout, anyway?

I have to report
to FBI Agent Rossabi.

It's part of my release and
something about goodwill

to help him with
the Bramble's shooter.

You know what that is, right?

A huge break.

Don't kid yourself.

Joan must like you.

Oh. Right.

I can't stop
thinking about Sophie.

I feel like it's my fault.

Hey, don't do that, Annie.

You can't shoulder that.

Russ Hilburn killed her.

Just tell me it gets easier.

When it does,

that's when you have to start
worrying about yourself.

Where do you keep your gun when
you're being a museum curator?

I don't carry a gun.
And I'm not a curator.

I'm in acquisitions.

Is that a spook cover deal or are
you actually qualified for that?

Oh, I'm fully qualified.

You wanna quiz me?

You don't really have
a badge to flash, do you?

But I have a library card.

It's like a badge.
It's badge-like.

Agent Rossabi. FBI.
You got a crime scene here.

Wow.

Not bad for a bunch
of art majors.

You guys tore it up.

This is where the
director went down.

For all intents and purposes, Agent
Rossabi, she was in my custody.

And it was the first time you
lost someone on your watch.

Can't let it take you down.

Whether you're a cop
or an art dealer.

A colleague of mine
said that earlier.

Sounds like something that people
say to avoid the ugly feelings.

No, you gotta own the ugly feelings.
That's our responsibility.

You just don't
get lost in the guilt.

You can't afford it
in our line of work.

Oh!

Oh, wow.

That's 20 years' worth
of my salary.

About 20.

Well, the bad guys
left it teetering.

It was clearly teetering.

The Cole painting is down here.
Great.

This is the one.

Standard issue switchblade?

See? I bet the Smithsonian
doesn't let you have these.

Important enough
to come back for.

What the hell?

He had to come and get
it after your shootout

in the last 24 hours.

Or the last five minutes.

You can't possibly
view this as my fault.

I did exactly what you said.

Interdepartmental whatever.

Can I help it if it took us to what
you guys were supposed to be finding?

No.

Do we have any other leads on
where Hilburn might be headed?

Any other intel?

Nothing actionable yet.

What do you want me to do?

Just go home.

Go home and stay home for the
rest of the night. Please.

Hello, Smithsonian.

It's you.
The guy from the auction.

You're Russ Hilburn.

The other guy...

Oh, he's also on the payroll.

Like to keep them
guessing, just in case...

Well...

And you don't work
for the Smithsonian.

Actually, I do.

But you file more
than one tax return.

Is that how you treat
iconic American art?

It wasn't really about the piece,
so much as the packaging.

Take her inland.

Dumping's not allowed
in the harbor.

He said don't
kill me in the harbor.

No. He said don't dump you here.
I can kill you wherever.

Hey.

That's not really a fair fight.

Have Harbor Patrol pick up Hilburn.
He can't be more than a mile out.

Okay.

Joan had you tail me?

I think it worked out.

She told me Mercer
left her a matchbook

with Hilburn's slip number
written on the inside cover.

She went after Hilburn
herself. No backup.

Well, I think she thought Mercer
would be there, not Hilburn.

And you accuse me of
putting her in harm's way.

My guess is Mercer thought
Annie would report it,

just like she did
with the auction.

Why write it on a matchbook?

He was probably trying to order
the way things went down.

Make sure Annie brought Sophie
here first to protect her.

Can't say he accomplished
that, did he?

Sometimes, men can be misguided when
they think they're helping women.

We're not using Annie
as bait anymore.

It's not your call.

As long as Annie works for us, Mercer
is going to be keeping tabs on her.

Annie is in this, whether
she wants to be or not.

See you at home?