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Covert Affairs...

Believe me. Whatever
you think you know,

it is not the whole truth.

Ben Mercer is a liar.

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

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

It's bad enough you put Annie in
the field to draw out Ben Mercer.

That's not it at all.

The Agency is using you
to get to me.

We have
a rogue operative out there.

We're not using Annie
as bait anymore.

Classified information leaked to Liza
Hearn at the Washington Recorder.

Someone among us is a traitor.

You're the leak.

Welcome
to the Royal Park Hotel.

Uh, excuse me, sir.
Excuse me.

Do you work at this hotel?

Hello?

Annie?

Annie.

I'm sorry.
I didn't hear you.

What are you working on
at this hour?

Oh. I was just, um...
I had some free time,

so I was looking through the classifieds
in some of the European papers.

See if I can find
some workable patterns.

We have a room full of computers
dedicated to finding workable patterns.

Yeah, but you never know.
They might have missed something.

You know,

it can be pretty overwhelming, your
first few months off the Farm.

Maybe you should take a few days off.
Clear your head.

This is about the dings
I got, isn't it?

Looking into Ben Mercer
and the access denieds.

But really, I'm over that,
Joan. All of it.

Want to talk about the note?

What note?

The note that our tech division spent
six man-hours analyzing this week.

Ben Mercer left me that in Sri
Lanka in lieu of saying goodbye.

I can tell you a lot
about it.

The paper is
0.09 millimeters thick.

It's made of ground wood pulp and
manufactured in Andhra Pradesh.

And handwriting tells me that the
strong T-bars and horizontal pressure

indicate perseverance,
even stubbornness.

The only thing I can't
tell you about that note

is what the hell it means.

Sometimes, we have to
accept that and move on.

You're probably right.

A few days off is
probably a good idea.

Tell me you're not doing
anything for the next few days.

What? I'm on the edge of
losing it here, Annie,

and I need some
undivided loyalty.

Danielle, come on.
Open the door.

What is going on?

Someone decided to cancel our tenth
wedding anniversary at the last second.

I'm not
canceling our anniversary.

I'm just postponing our trip.

So you can play golf.
So he can play golf.

In Hilton Head.
With my new boss.

I told you already.
We can reschedule for next month.

Well, next month, the kids won't
be at their grandparents',

and next month won't be
our anniversary.

I know. And if I could get out
of it, I would, baby. I swear.

Oh, hey, Annie.

Oh. Hey, Michael.

You're an idiot.

This is all your fault, you know.
What? Excuse me?

You were my maid of honor.

You should have talked me out of
marrying him in the first place.

Now, I have to eat the deposit
on the hotel.

I'm sure you can call and explain the
situation and get them to reschedule.

And let him win? No way.

You have to come with me.

No.

Yes. Yes, you do.
This is what sisters do for each other.

You don't have to work, do you?

Well...
So, you'll come?

Hey!

Hey.

Where you headed?
I have, uh, $63.

How close
can this get me to America?

Just get in.

Remember the road trips we'd take with
Mom and Dad in that old pop-top camper?

How we used
to sleep up on the roof?

Please tell me
we are not camping.

Of course not.

We have the honeymoon suite.

Niagara Falls, baby.

You're staring at me.

I know.

I can't help it.

It's not fair.
I can't reciprocate.

Trust me. You do just fine in
the reciprocating department.

You do fine in
most every department.

You're, like, almost perfect.

Almost?

You know. There's a few holes
in your resume.

For starters, you could
stand to drive a nicer car.

I don't have a car.

And then, of course,
there's your job.

And here we go.

I'm just trying to reconcile
the man I know you are

with the company
you choose to work for.

I'm a techno geek. I get to play with
the coolest toys in the sandbox,

and I get paid for it.

It's simple as that.

Yeah?
Yeah.

I'd say it gets
pretty complicated.

For instance...
Liza?

There's a shipping consultant
called the Albion Group.

They're based in London.

I thought we had a deal.

You don't pump me
for information,

and I don't ask you where
you get your stories from.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

I'm a reporter.
Mmm-hmm.

I'm pushy and inconsiderate.

And I don't respect boundaries.

Arthur? Do you have any reaction
to what Joan just said?

About establishing
clear boundaries?

Yes.
No.

I have nothing to add to that.

Except to say I am not the one
pausing Leno every five minutes

to harp over things we should
be leaving at the office.

Harp? Did you say "harp"?

On things? What things?
What are you talking about?

Remember what we discussed last
time, Arthur, about specificity.

Oh, you want specifics?
How about you, at 1:00 in the morning,

going on and on
about reeling Walker in?

Arthur.

I wanted to sleep.

Or maybe, you know, not sleep.

I really don't think we should
be talking about this right now.

No. This is good.

Dialoging is critical.
And he's right.

You can't cut me off just because
you don't like what I have to say.

Arthur.

Uh, forgive me, Theo.
What's your clearance level again?

She's confused.
She's exhausted.

We're risking losing
her altogether.

She'll get over it.
The good ones always do.

That's how we find out
they're the good ones.

Well, I gave her
a couple of days off.

My operative, my call.

Yes, well, sometimes,
fate intervenes.

What are you talking about?

Last night, an Iranian national
defected from his trade delegation.

He called in this morning
from the border.

What about NROC?
PL 110s fall under their jurisdiction.

We'll bring in Resettlement Ops if and
when we decide to resettle the guy.

For now, I need him vetted.

Within the hour.

I can't get anybody
up there that fast.

Except for Annie.

My department, my call.

You wanted clearer
boundaries? There you go.

You're on the
couch tonight, mister.

You should seriously consider
a new line of work.

So...
Was I right or was I right?

You were right.

It's spectacular.

I can't believe you
haven't seen them before.

Michael and I didn't have
a view like this last time.

We were over there, on the US
side, in a dumpy little motel.

Maybe we'll find a nice,
single guy for you up here.

Oh, yeah. Because Niagara is where
all the well-adjusted single men

go to meet available
women.

How about the bellhop?
He was kind of cute.

You can't hold on to
Sri Lanka forever, Annie.

Someday, you're going
to realize that.

I am going to hop
in the shower.

Order us up some spa treatments
while I'm in there, would you?

My Farsi is
barely passable, Auggie.

Hey. You don't need to look for an
excuse to beg out on this one, slugger.

Joan's giving you
plenty of leeway.

If you don't want to do it,
she'll go to plan B.

I'll do it. Coffee shop down
the block from the hotel.

Give me ten minutes.
Set the meet.

Hey.

If you're going to jump in, I highly
recommend the pulsate setting.

It's like a teeny-tiny
Thai masseuse

climbed up into
the pipes and...

Where are you going?

I feel a little crispy
after that drive.

I think I'm going
to take a run.

Right now? I thought we could
catch the noon Maid of the Mist.

Later. Promise.

You're going running like that?

Oh. No.
Of course not.

Hello.
Hello. Lady.

Am I looking for you?

The napkin said that...
I know.

Please get in the car.

You can call me Yahya.
Or Johnny, if you like.

And we can speak
in English now.

Okay, Yahya.

Um, before we start,
I need to see your passport.

Oh.
I don't have it.

I had to leave it with the
head of the delegation.

That's what we do
when we travel

so people like me,
we don't run.

Okay. Well, do you have
anything else to verify your...

You know, I'm sorry.

You know, my batteries,
they ran out on my iPod.

I love American music.
That's good. But I...

For shizzle!

Mmm. Mmm.

You seem kind of wired.
Did you get any sleep last night?

Huh? No. None.
None, whatsoever.

Too many cups of espresso.

I'm just so jazzed!

Man, I can't believe
I'm coming to America.

And with a real, live CIA spy.

I'm hardly a spy.
I was just sent up here to help you.

But I called the CIA. I know.
But I need to verify your identity.

You understand why, don't you?
Oh. Of course.

Yes. Here.

Uh... Oh.

I use this, huh,
to get my DVDs.

I like spy movies the best.

You know, like Jack Ryan,
Jason Bourne...

That's how I know
to call the CIA.

You guys are the best.

I square with you,
you square with me.

Right? Huh?

Yeah.

Are those your children?

Are they in Tehran?

Do we need to arrange
for their removal?

I don't want to talk
about my family right now.

Okay.

I want to defect to the USA.

I want a new identity,
and a house

in West Orange, New Jersey.

You know, they say
it's quite beautiful there.

You understand I'm
just here to determine

the value of the information
you can provide.

I can't make you
any promises unless

it's determined that you possess
something of use to us.

Look. What do you
think this is?

Hmm? Hmm?

He claims there's evidence here of
Iran buying military technology

in violation of UN sanctions.

Annie, do you have
access to a scanner?

Auggie, I'm on vacation.
I don't have access to a toaster oven.

You call that a vacation?

Okay. Annie, we're
going to need you to

fax all that back to us
on a secure line.

And we'll have a team
sift through it.

What do we know about this guy?

There's not much
to know about this guy.

He went to school
for engineering.

He finished in the middle
of his class.

And then, he applied for some
post-graduate studies here in '96.

Did he get turned down
for a visa?

No, he got turned down
for the studies.

He's not exactly
a high-priority target.

Does it say anything
about his family?

No, I don't see anything.

Can I bring him
across the border?

No. Not until
we vet the intel.

And Yahya.

It's not like
I can baby-sit him.

Let's not forget who I'm up here with.
You're in my car!

Oh, no.

What is it?

What are you doing in my car?

You!

I'm going to have
to call you back.

Put the fruit roll-up down.

You have five seconds to get
the hell out of my car,

or I'm calling the police.

Five, four,

three... Danielle. Hold on.
Hold on a second.

Oh, thank gosh you came.
I found this guy trying to steal my car.

What are you, the valet?

Is this what you do for kicks?
Joyride around, foraging for snacks?

What's a valet?

It's okay.
He's with me.

What? It's okay.
You can come out.

His name is Yahya Rahimi.
He's an Iranian dissident

who's helping the Smithsonian
recover some art

that was looted from the
Embassy when Tehran fell.

Yes. Lots of art.
Good art.

What are you doing
in Niagara Falls?

It's a complicated
visa situation.

Yeah. I was visiting Toronto, and
I always wanted to see the Falls.

They're very romantic.

Yeah. They are, aren't they?
My sister doesn't think so.

I never said that.
No, you said you were going running.

Well, I know. I got this last-minute call
from work when you were in the shower,

and I know how you feel about
the hours that I work and...

God, I'm so embarrassed.

Accusing your friend
of stealing my car?

No.
How could you have known?

I want to make it up to you.
Let's go sightseeing.

Um... We have to fax some
documents back to D.C.

The both of you?

Well, Yahya was on the red-eye
last night, so he needs to rest.

Oh. Bad idea, Yahya. The way to lick
jet-lag is to power right through it.

Get right on the new timetable.
Yeah, I don't know about...

We'll go sightseeing.
It will be fun.

Uh...

Well, it's either that,
or I'm going faxing with you.

Oh, okay.

Um...

If you mention any of this
to my sister...

No, no, no, no. I understand.
We keep secret together.

You can trust me.

Okay.

Okay.

See you later.
Yeah, yeah. Yahya.

What kind of name is that?
Uh, it's Persian. Actually, Arabic.

Okay.

His and hers.
What do you think?

Which is which?

I don't even know.
Try one. Take your pick.

I like these on you.

So, I'll take these.

You looked like you really got
into it with that vendor.

No. No, I think I, uh...
I think I offended him.

What do you say we get out of the city?
Go to the beach.

I know this place. Um...

Unawatuna.

Wait. Unawatuna?
I like the name.

It is like a dream.
It is beautiful and secluded.

And I swear nobody
can find you there.

You looking to get lost?

Aren't you?

No. I mean, who goes on a second
honeymoon without a husband, right?

It's insane, right?
But it's like...

I heard this little voice
inside of me saying,

"Don't be such
a pushover, Danielle.

"Don't be so reliable."

Because once they think that
you're always there for them,

then they start getting bored.

And pretty soon, they
stop wanting to have sex.

And then, where are you at?
You're nowhere, right?

I am sure he respects
what you did.

You will see when you get home.

You're a good listener, Johnny.

That's a fine quality in a man.

Are you married?
Oh, no.

I was arranged to be married
once, when I was much younger.

Arranged?
I was 14 years old.

Her name was Roudabeh.
Roudabeh Baktiar.

Oh, I have a picture of her.

Want to see?
Yeah.

Is that you?

You were so cute.

Anyway. When the Shah fell,
her family moved to America.

You never thought
of marrying someone else?

I never loved anybody else.

So tragic.

And romantic.

In a kind of Shakespearean way.

Whatever happened to Roudabeh?

We never spoke again.

And she married someone else.

Do you know, last month, I see on
the Facebook she was divorcing.

So, maybe, if America allows
me, I will see her again.

Is that Rahimi's intel?

The group he's associated with is smuggling
in banned substances, all right.

But not arms. They're bringing
in cigarettes and alcohol?

Into Iran?

Naughty boys.
The clerics won't like that.

Seems like we're dealing
with a bunch of bootleggers.

Fine men who place
mammon over Mohammed.

Hard to find any more desirable
assets to cultivate.

That's the name of the game
in the Middle East these days.

Yeah!
Yes!

Yeah!
Okay, ready?

Hey.

Oh, my God. You're missing all the fun.
Yahya is amazing.

Yes. And it's
my first time.

That's great.

I'm just going to take this.

Yeah.

Are you able to talk?

Uh, I'm good for a few minutes.

How's Yahya's intel, and when
can we hand him over to NROC?

We're not handing him off to Resettlement.
Not yet, anyway.

We're talking about
sending him back to Iran.

We think he might be
of greater value there.

Uh... That's ridiculous.

Pardon me?
He's not up for it.

I can tell. He's in over his head already
just playing Skee-Ball with my sister.

He's playing Skee-Ball
with your sister?

Before we go down
this line of questioning,

I want us both to acknowledge that
I did not volunteer for this op.

I say that we honor our deal with
Yahya and bring him into the country.

What deal? You weren't
authorized to make any promises.

No, I didn't make any
promises, but the implication was there.

He's a potential asset, Annie, not
a kitten you found on the corner.

He'll be fine.

Now, make this happen.

I can't go back there.

Try not to think in absolutes.

I ran away from the delegation.

How am I going to
explain what happened?

We have a plan for that.

You went running that night
without an ID.

You suddenly had a pain in
your chest, you collapsed,

and you were taken
to the hospital.

Until you revived,
no one knew who you were.

The CIA can make
that story happen.

They do it all the time. No.
You said if I had good intel,

I'd be taken care of.

You had to know that when you
signed up with the Agency,

things would not go exactly
as you expected. Signed up?

I mean contacted.

Do you know what will happen to
me if I'm sent back, don't you?

To the mullahs?

All right, they will take me and they will...

Things don't work there
the same way they do here.

Yahya, I can't...
You know what?

I will figure out a way to
make it into America myself.

Oh. No, no...

I have checked every hotel,
motel, and Tim Horton's in Niagara.

There's no sign of him anywhere.
That's all right.

We're sending up some personnel
from the Iranian desk,

something that we should
have done earlier.

When they arrive, you
can bring them up to speed.

Annie, you did what you could
under challenging circumstances.

Now, go enjoy your vacation.
Thank you, Joan.

I had a fascinating picture
brought to my attention today.

The chair is right
in front of you.

Want to guess who's in it?

Want a hint? You are.

And you're not alone.

This doesn't look good,
does it?

No, Mr. Anderson,
it does not.

I'm not the leak.

You're not?

I've been working Liza as an op.
Really?

I'm Director of
Clandestine Services.

It's my job to know of every covert
op that's run from this place.

I haven't heard a thing
about your op.

I realize I should have
notified Joan,

but I've been waiting until
I had some actionable intel.

So, not only have you been
running around unauthorized,

but you haven't gotten anything at all
out of Liza other than a good time.

Sir.

Despite how this may appear, I
do respect chain-of-command.

And Joan is my immediate superior...
Sorry, soldier boy.

You lost your chance to play
that chain-of-command card

when you decided to go rogue.

Start talking.

Whoever her leak is, she's been
well-trained in how to cover her tracks.

No phone calls.
No e-mails.

But this morning, she asked me if I
knew anything about the Albion Group.

Well, what did you say?

I told her the truth.

That I don't know anything, and that if I
did, I wouldn't leak her any information.

I'm trying to gain her trust.

If I were to roll over and play fetch the
first time she broached the subject,

it would look suspicious.

Well, at least you did
one thing right.

We can work with that.

You're going to
tell her a story

that only 17 people
in the world know is a lie.

If she follows your lead,

it will be months before she
discovers she's at a dead end.

If she comes back to you
right away crying foul...

Then, one of those
17 people is the leak.

When are you going
to see her again?

I can make this happen immediately.
But what do you want me to tell Joan?

Nothing. If necessary, lie.
I don't know.

If this Albion business blows up, it's
going to take out anybody standing close.

Joan is your boss.

She's my wife.
I want her out of range.

Where is Yahya?

I think he's in his room.

Oh. Did Yahya tell you
about his big date?

His big date?

With his first girlfriend,
Rudy, from Iran?

No. He didn't say
anything about that.

She lives in North Jersey now. And he was too
nervous to call her, so I took it upon myself.

You called his old girlfriend?

Yeah. She's on her way up here
right now for the big reunion

in one hour,
on the observation deck.

Just like Sleepless In Seattle.

You shouldn't have
done that, Dani.

Why not? Someone needs to be
experiencing some romance around here,

and it's certainly not
either of us.

Be right back.

Her name is Roudabeh.
Roudabeh Rahnama.

She might go by Rudy now.
Her maiden name is Baktiar.

She can't be that hard to find.
My sister did it in, like, two seconds.

Okay, got it.

Hey, Annie, are you sure
this guy isn't playing you?

About what?
About everything.

Who he is, what he wants.

Can we definitively
rule out him being a plant?

Jai. If this guy
is a plant,

the world has been seriously
underestimating Iran's sense of humor.

Jai?

Is that Annie?
Yeah.

You're on your way
to find Yahya, I presume.

Yeah, yeah.
I'm out the door.

Patch me in with Toronto.
I want an update every five minutes

on the movements
of that trade delegation.

Where's Auggie?
Uh, I think he was called to the DCS.

The DCS?

I can sit in for him,
if you like.

Auggie, what's this all about?

We've never had to meet
like this before.

That's because I've never done
anything like this before. Sit down.

You said you wanted to know about some
of the dark stuff that we do, right?

Uh-huh.

Well, here goes. In 2007,
right after the tsunami,

a ship left Marseilles
for Thailand.

The ship was purportedly
carrying humanitarian aid,

but there was more
than that in the cargo.

What are we talking about here?

Arms? Drugs?

The man you want to contact is
named Joachim Kuyper. K-U-Y-P-E-R.

I don't have a number, but he's
posted now in Maputo, Mozambique.

He's the guy who
arranged all the transport.

Hold on, Auggie.
What exactly am I...

Why I am looking for Kuyper?

Because he's in
the Albion Group.

He's CIA.

Why the sudden change of heart?

Is that really that important?

Before I set off halfway around
the world chasing down a lead?

Yes, Auggie, it's important.

Look. Maybe it has something to do
with what you said to me this morning.

It's been a long time since I really
looked myself in the mirror, so to speak.

And maybe I just needed a friend outside
the Agency to finally call me on it.

I'm a friend?

Yeah.

At least, I hope so.

Oh, my...
I didn't see that coming.

Me, neither.

Feels good, though, doesn't it?

Yeah, it feels good.

You know what tomorrow is?

Monday.

Tuesday.

I'm supposed to
fly home tomorrow.

I don't know what
you're thinking about this.

About us.

But I don't...

I could...
I could change my ticket.

I don't have anywhere I have to be.
Yes. Change it.

Change it now.

I don't want you to leave.

Wow.

That is exactly
what I wanted you to say.

I have the number
for the airport in my bag.

I'll find a phone as soon
as it stops raining.

How do you feel about
heading to Rapa Nui next?

Annie...

I've got to go get
my sandals off the beach.

Before they wash up in Bali.

- Yeah.
- Hey. Did you find him yet?

Uh... Hold on a sec.

Ha. I found him.

Yahya.

Roudabeh?
Hello, Yahya.

Listen. We just spoke to Roudabeh,
and she's still in New Jersey.

That's impossible.
I'm looking right at her.

No, you are not.

She told your sister that she'd
fly up to meet with him.

But as soon as she'd hung up, she
realized she couldn' do it.

Well, then,
who is Yahya talking to?

No,
I don't want to go back.

I don't want to go back!

What's he doing now?

I don't know what he's doing.
He's talking to two people. One man, one woman

who I guess we know
is not Roudabeh.

Something is definitely
not right down there.

All right, Annie. We're already on the
horn with the Canadian authorities.

Just stand down
and stay the hell out of it.

Is that understood?

Answer the question, Annie.
Have I made myself understood?

Uh, yeah. Okay.

Where are
you taking me?

I was just pretending to be a
spy so I could come to America.

You know me.
I hardly know anything.

No!

Annie,
help me! Annie!

Annie, help!

Yahya!

Annie! Help!

Here, reach out!

This is as stretched
as I can get.

Okay. Hold on.
I will be right back.

No. No, don't leave me!

I will be right back.
Help! Annie, please!

Okay. Grab on. You're going
to have to climb up.

Reach out and grab onto it.

No, I can't!
I can't hold on!

You can do it. Trust me.

Black cars. Windbreakers.
The kung fu moves.

It's hard to believe you're
really not CIA, Annie.

That guy I was just
talking to, Joe McAfee?

He's with the NROC.

It's the National Resettlement
Operations Center.

They're going to be taking
care of you from here on.

They may not be able
to get you a spot

in West Orange,
New Jersey, but...

Look. I can't believe
how stupid I've been.

You know, wasting all these
years, holding on to a fantasy.

And then, to have her
betray me like this.

No. It wasn't Roudabeh who
called your people, Yahya.

We searched her home.
Her phones were tapped.

Illegally.

I wouldn't write her off
completely.

Perhaps when you get resettled,
you could contact her directly.

Mr. Rahimi?

Uh, we've got to take you
in for processing now.

Oh, wait.

Might be a while
till you get to recharge.

Thank you.

Oh.

Oh. Say goodbye
to your sister for me.

My sister.

Danielle?

Danielle? Oh. Uh, yeah.
Hey. How are you?

I'm fine.

What are you doing in there?

Oh. I was just...
Just getting a robe.

Just this robe.

Okay.

Listen. I am finally
done with work today,

and I thought maybe you might
want to do some sightseeing.

It's supposed to be beautiful at
night, with the lights and...

Oh, yeah. You know...
Yeah, I'd love to.

Except, I'm... You know,
I'm not feeling that well.

Oh.

Is somebody in there with you?

Somebody?

It is not some bellhop, is it?

I know that you are mad at Michael,
but I don't think that...

Hey, Annie.

Hi, Michael.

I'm, uh...
I'll just... Mmm-hmm.

He came up to surprise me,
the romantic little bastard.

In the closet?

Well, why should our second honeymoon
be any different than our first?

Good for you.

I'm going to give you
some privacy.

No, maybe you want to get a second room.
On us, of course.

No. No, no, no.
I will see you at home.

Oh, my God.

Looks like I missed some big to-do.
Any idea what happened?

Mmm-mmm.

Joachim Kuyper? Maputo?

Liza?

They're ghosts, Auggie.
Dead ends.

You sending me on
a wild goose chase?

I don't know what you're talking about.
There must be some mistake.

I'll give you credit.

I was really buying your "conflicted
man with a conscience" routine.

It was almost perfect.

That something you want
to talk about?

Not yet. Okay?

Okay.

Just knocked down
all the 19s and the 20s.

I'm on fire.

What's the matter?

You look like you
just saw a ghost.