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I'm Agent Rick Martinez.

Let me be the first
to welcome you to the CIA.

And this is the story of America's
great house of spies.

You've heard of office politics?

Ours come with poison pills
and guns.

Spy trap.

I knew this was going
to be a fiasco.

I've been assigned
to a special covert unit,

conceived to go
where others can't

and to do what others won't,

whether the mission's
authorized or not.

We each have our own
special skill, Martinez.

I lead, Billy charms people,

Casey hurts people,
and you translate.

We are the ODS,
last of the old-school spies.

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I had a great weekend.

So did I.

It'd be nice not to have
to take separate cars someday.

Yeah, well, it's best for now.
Hey...

You're definitely right.

I was just...

thinking about the environment.

Your concern for fossil fuels

is one of the things
I like best about you.

So, I... guess
I'll see you later.

Look lively, Martinez.

Meeting
in Herr Direktor's office.

Oh, okay, great.

So, uh, we will talk
about that thing later.

Absolutely. Have a
great day, Operatives.

So what's the meeting about?

It's definitely not about

how you're secretly dating
the Deputy Director.

Oh, honestly, Martinez,

did you think you could hide it...
from spies?

How did you know?

Same coffee takeout.

Arrival at headquarters

within two minutes
of each other.

Lavender shampoo

when you stay over her place.

Don't forget the loving,
longing glances.

What?
I don't do longing glances.

And there's the bug
that I put in your apartment.

You put a bug in my apartment?

No.

Probably not.

One of my field assets
brought me a tip

that I've independently
verified.

It's credible.

I believe we have a Russian spy
at the U.S. Embassy

in Croatia?

This man goes
by the name "Sam Crowley."

He's been at the embassy
for eight months,

passing himself off as a file
clerk from Green Bay, Wisconsin.

What makes you think
he's not who he says he is?

He has the Social Security
number of a dead man.

The real Sam Crowley
died 20 years ago.

So how did the State Department
miss that one?

It's a very sophisticated
false identity.

It took some digging
to find the social.

This is a professional job.

What do the Russians want
with our embassy in Croatia?

What's not to want?

Hundreds
of diplomatic operations

go through that office.

It's a treasure trove
of sensitive information.

Exactly. So, I propose going in

and rattling his cage�

see if he leads us
to the larger picture.

Take the first flight out.

That's good work, Dorset.

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Let me just apologize at the
outset, ladies and gentlemen,

for disrupting the good work
that you're doing here.

We are fully aware that the last
thing you want to deal with

is the
Central Intelligence Agency

poking around
in your private things.

Will we be allowed
to go to lunch,

or if we aren't,
will lunch be provided for us?

I think yes.

We hope to conclude
our investigation quickly

and efficiently,
then get out of your hair.

Thank you for your cooperation,
everyone.

We'll be talking to you soon.

Sam Crowley?

Yes?
Can we talk to you for a minute?

Well, I'm not sure
I can help you boys.

I haven't been
at the embassy that long.

Ah. Well, actually,
Mr. Crowley,

that's why we wanted
to speak to you.

It's been our experience

the newest employees tend
to be the most perceptive.

And, look, to be honest,
none of us wants to interview

every single person
in the embassy.

So, we were hoping you could point us
in the right direction.

Well, I'll try my best.

Good. So,

who do you think
we should talk to first?

Anyone you've had suspicions
about, or just a weird feeling?

I don't think so.

I mean,

Bella Franklin
has an Arab grandfather.

We did not know that.

That is a great piece
of information to have.

And I've always had a problem
with George Beningson.

There's something
suspicious about him.

I can't put my finger on it.

Just a gut instinct.

Sometimes gut instincts
are all you have.

Good?

Okay. Mr. Crowley,
thank you very much.

You've been a big help.
Thanks. Yeah.

Your file says
you're from Green Bay.

Must've been a real heartbreaker
missing that Super Bowl.

Ah, you can say that again.

I had season tickets, too.
Go, Packers!

Mm.

That is a convincing
performance.

Oh, yeah.

Still think he's a Russian spy?

Well, we're about to find out.

Tracker's in place,
as is the mic.

Let's go.

Ah, the mother tongue.

Looks like your our tipster
was right, Michael.

He's begging to be pulled out.

Says he might

have bought some time
with the CIA idiots.

That guy has the most authentic
fake Midwestern accent

I've ever heard.

Hey, you haven't
heard mine yet.

I save it
for special occasions only.

Now his comrade's asking him
if they've been compromised.

He says he doesn't know.

Was that...?

I think he shot him!
Go, go, go!

He's dead.

Good Lord! Casey!

Are you all right?

I just bought this coat.

Got nothing here.

The usual embassy business...

lunch specials
from the cafeteria...

Nothing classified
or encrypted.

No folders labeled
secret Russian spy stuff?

I hate it when they
make it so difficult.

Ostav'te menja v pokoe!

You all right, Malick?

Yeah. Why?

Because you just
spouted something

that sounded suspiciously
like gibberish.

Russian gibberish.

No, I didn't.

Yes, you did.

Which is why I think we should

take you to the hospital
and get you checked out.

I'm fine, Michael.

You took over 200 volts.
It's not the volts

that'll get you, Martinez,
it's the amps.

Besides, I shock myself

with a high intensity electrical
current every day.

To build up my immunity
to Tasers.

That is old school, Malick!

You let me know if I can
help you out with that.

I could rig you up
a portable shock unit

to wear under your clothes.

Give you a remote
with a rheostat

so you can modulate
the intensity of the charge.

Why don't you and Casey work out
an S&M routine later, Fred.

Right now need proof
that Crowley

was spying for the Russians.
That was cold

what the Ruskies did to him.

One in the head?

In the old days, they would've
just let us grab him

and traded for him later�
one of theirs for one of ours.

That's usually the way they
do it these days, too, Farmer,

which is what makes this
a bit of a puzzler.

And which is why we might want
to stay on task here.

Farmer,
you're Tactical Services.

Provide a service.
Got you covered.

Found this in the copier.

What is it?

Digital recording device.

Used to capture everything
copied on that machine.

Pretty sweet.
Mm.

Can you tell us what's on it?

Not until I crack it open.

I'll need to get it
back to the lab.

Pozvonite v militsiju!

In the last 24 hours

since Mr. Crowley was killed,

five State Department employees
at U.S. Embassies

all over the world
have simply disappeared.

Ay.

Gone to ground before
we can root them out.

Like rats down the sewer.

And apt analogy,
Operative Malick.

Which means this is much bigger
than we'd thought.

How much damage
are we talking about?

We're still assessing that.

We need to know
if there are more out there.

Do we have any leads?

Actually, we do.

A crucial one, in fact,

that I've decided
to take personal charge of.

Your field asset.

I need to know
where he got his intel.

I'll ask him, but I doubt he'll
be willing to share that.

Well, bring him in.

I'll make him willing.

Well, I'm sure you understand

a field asset is only effective

if they trust that they
can remain confidential.

Trust is a...

a rare and precious commodity
in our line of work.

And I want you to know
that you can trust me

to maintain that confidential
relationship...

Director...
This source of yours

has information
that may involve

the greatest breach
of national security

since the end of the Cold War.

The name.

You're not going to like it.

It's Ray Bishop.

Ray Bishop?

Who's Ray Bishop?

A legend, young Martinez.

A spy like no other.

The founding father of the ODS,

though his greatest achievement
by far

seems to be the giant thorn
he's lodged

in the side
of our esteemed director.

H.J.

Ha!

Well, I am not gonna lie to you.

I am so proud of you.

Look at this office, huh?

It's terrible.

No taste whatsoever.

But it is damn big,

I gotta give you that.

Thanks for coming in, Ray.

Yeah.
This is Deputy Director Ferrer.

Mr. Bishop.

"Ray," please.

I can't just call
you "Deputy Director."

Oh, sure, you can.

And Operative Rick Martinez.

Next generation of the ODS.

It's an honor, sir.

No, the honor is mine, son.

Mikey has told me
all about you.

Really?

Well, let's say yes

and avoid embarrassing
the both of us, okay?

Well, Hud, I assume

I'm here so you can put me back
on the payroll.

Putting a price
on your patriotism?

I guess that answers
my next question.

Yes, in fact you can hold on
to a grudge for 30 years.

Ray, why don't...?
I want to know

how you found out
about the mole in our embassy.

Well, I'd very much like
to divulge that information

when you whip out your checkbook

and commence my contract
as a consultant, pronto.

I am not gonna pay you

to do what's right
for your country.

Why not?

You dole out work to outside
contractors all the time.

You pay them.

You're not a contractor.

Well, I've actually set up

quite a little shop for myself.

You'd be surprised
what I can dig up

with an Internet connection and
my vast network of contacts.

Who are these contacts?

Other washouts?

More burnt-out
ex-spooks?

And what are you, Hud, hmm?

Petty little bean counter
behind a big desk

sipping herbal tea
while real spies

are out there doing the job
that you can't?

I was right about you
30 years ago.

I see nothing has changed.

Ray, hold on a second.

You know where to reach me.

Nice meeting you, kid.

Let me talk to him.

I have a better idea.

You're gonna go to his home,

and bring me

any information
that he has acquired

that is relevant
to this operation.

Wait, wait.

You want me to break
into his house? You're joking.

You bring me that

information or the next call
I make will be to the FBI.

And if he has any classified
material in his possession,

I will personally see to it that
he is prosecuted for espionage.

So you're sure
this isn't Russian?

This is way more sophisticated
than their tech.

State-of-the-art
thermal management.

Lithium-polymer battery pack
with reverse charging.

I assume that's good.

Good?

The CIA doesn't even have
anything close to this.

That little gadget's beyond,
beyond what we can afford.

May I?

Sure. Go ahead.

Oh, this is nice.

Me, I haven't had
a proper desk in years.

Practically live on an airplane
these days.

Nothing but bombs, bodies,
emergency evacs.

Maybe I'm a white-picket-fence-
kind-of guy after all.

So wait a minute.

If Moscow didn't make this,

and the CIA didn't,
then who did?

My guess would be
the private sector.

They're the ones with the big
bucks and unlimited resources.

Private intelligence for...?

Scum of the earth.

Ex-spies and mercenaries
who don't play by the rules,

don't follow protocols or laws.

Just steal, lie and cheat
for a quick buck.

Of course, they make
more money than Exxon Mobil,

so maybe they're
onto something.

But why?

And so, the young lady
slapped me across the face,

put her clothes on and left.

So, did you ever find your gun?

Next morning.

She put it in the freezer.

Freezer, wow.

A woman scorned, huh?

So... why did you leave the CIA?

Well, let's just say
it didn't offer me the...

job satisfaction it once had,

and, uh...

your boss found it necessary
in his infinite wisdom

to let me go.

Oh?

Yeah. Fortunately, I was
planning on moving on

to bigger and better things, so
it all worked out for the best.

But luckily, I hung around
long enough

to recruit this fine operative.

Best hire I ever made.

You recruited Michael?
Mm.

He's the reason I'm where

I am today,
for better or worse.

Yeah. To us working together
again, huh?

You know, I, uh, could've
used a little support back there

with Higgins.

You know, Ray, he wasn't wrong.

Can't have civilians
winging it on their own.

Civilian?

That's how you see me now?

That's what you are now.

Yeah, well...

Hey, let's not forget

Muhammad Ali made a comeback
from retirement.

And lost.

It's all about leverage, Mikey.

That'what I got.

And that's what's gonna put me
back in the spy game.

You think you're ready
to jump back in?

Hell, yes.

I am as sharp up here
as I ever have been.

Sharper, because I take
better care of myself

than I did in the old days.

Sharper?
Absolutely.

Because the old Ray Bishop,
the sharper Ray Bishop, would've

figured out that we brought you
here so the other half

of our team could go
to your apartment

and hack your computer.

Touch?.

We want to help, Ray.

Stealing intelligence makes you
an enemy of the state.

If you don't cooperate,

you can go to prison
for the rest of your life.

Hmm.

Wait till you get
to be my age, son.

Get up, put bathrobe on,
plop down in front of the TV.

Now, when you get there,

you come and talk to me
about "prisons."

Look at this place.

This is the dwelling
of a man who's lived.

It's far more interesting
than the museum at HQ.

I think he might have stolen
this from the museum at HQ.

All right, here it is.
Let's move.

May I ask what the hell
you're doing here?

Who are you?

Never answer a question
with a question.

That's bad form.

We're with the FBI.

Once again, who are you?

Friends of Ray.

Well, then, you can
tell your friend

we didn't find anything
this time, but we'll be back.

I didn't know
FBI agents were nervous

about leaving behind
fingerprints,

unless they weren't FBI agents
at all.

Do you have to call them out
right this minute?

I can handle anything.

God!

S Rozhdestvom.

Well put.

Let's stay focused.

Who else could have
known about you, Ray?

I made some enemies
in the Soviet Union

during the Cold War days.

It wasn't the Russians.

Spoke with Fay an hour ago.

The device we pulled
off the copier in Croatia

was the work
of a private company.

Uh-oh.

Is there something you want

to share with us, Ray?

Global Intel�

one of the larger private
security and intelligence firms.

We know who Global Intel are.

What's more important is
why they're tripping off

the tip of your tongue

at the present moment.

I did some consulting there
three years ago.

Now, you gotta understand.

They have a really impressive
computer mainframe.

You hacked into it.

I didn't hack.

I don't know how to hack.

I just found a way to...

maintain access
to their database

after I left the company.

For three years.

Illegally.

I'm a spy; that's what I do.

Now, how I supposed
to spy from my home

on my own without a...

way in?

That "way in" is liable
to get you killed.

They must have traced
your search

and realized that you found out

about their guy in Croatia.

Now they think you that tapped

into something bigger.

I didn't. At least
I don't think I did.

We need to see
what's on your computer.

Sorry, that's not
happening, folks.

We got a problem.

Well, I've got a password.
That's nice. You can use it

for the new computer
you're gonna have to buy.

What are you talking about?

Our visitors managed
to fry the hard drive

before they ran off.

Are you sure it wasn't you
who fried it, sparky?

Look, I'd love to take
the credit for that,

but I'm fairly certain that
our fake Feds planted a virus

in here that nuked everything.

Whatever was on this
computer is gone for good.

Which leaves you as the
remaining loose end, Ray.

Moy-malish.

What?

Oh, shut the door.
Yeah.

Didn't it strike you as strange

that Higgins hated Ray Bishop
so much?

It did, but then I found out
that Higgins fired Ray.

But not before Ray
fired Higgins.

What are you talking about?

Higgins used to be ODS.

That doesn't make any sense.
Are you sure?

It's right here
in his personnel file.

"Hudson J. Higgins, one
of the original members of the ODS."

Higgins
hates the ODS.

He hates everything about us.

Maybe it's jealousy.

He got kicked out
of your club 20 years ago

and can't get over it.

Come on. Higgins
is top dog now.

I can't believe that he'd still
be mad after all this time.

Well, you're a
very forgiving person.

Some of us hold on to anger.

Some of us are still mad
at Becky Conrad

for stealing our Strawberry
Shortcake doll.

Who's Becky Conrad?

Do you want to see her file?

I am learning a lot about you.

Global Intelligence Group�

main headquarters,
Washington, D.C.,

privately funded, last year
posting a $10 billion profit.

They have in their employ
ex-NSA, CIA,

KGB, Iranian secret police,

South African Secret Service,
and Saudi Intelligence,

among others.

The company was founded by
Kurt Niemeyer� former NSA,

fired for repeated
insubordination.

Oh, yeah, I know this snake.

Sell his mother's underwear
to make a buck.

Something you may not know:

The DOJ has been investigating
Global for the past three years.

They're suspected of
spying on U.S. interests

and selling the information
to other countries.

They're also suspected
of using hit squads

to carry out assassinations
here and abroad.

Sounds like the welcoming
committee we met

in Ray's apartment.

Based on what we now know,

the new theory is that Global is
setting up a network of spies,

placing an agent in
every U.S. embassy

and selling the information
gathered to the highest bidder.

And now they're using

their hit squads to clean house
before they're caught.

Unless they screw up.

We have to

provoke them into
making a mistake.

And how do you propose
doing that, Ray?

We bluff.

I sit down with Kurt
Niemeyer, I tell him

I have backed up
my whole hard drive.

Which you didn't.
He doesn't know that.

I'll demand a lot of cash
to keep my mouth shut.

He'll do one of two things:

He'll try to pay me off
or try to kill me.

Either way, we nail
the son of a bitch.

This is dumb.

You know what? I don't like your tone.
Yeah?

Well, it's the only one I got.

You think I am washed up.

You think I am...
past my prime.

Yes, and yes.

This plan is gold

in your hands.
You are over your head, Ray.

It won't work.

It might work.

Yeah, at getting him killed.
This is too risky.

Mr. Bishop understands
the risks.

Set up the meeting
with Niemeyer.

Wear a wire.

Try not to die.

Target in sight.

God, I missed this.

The thrill of setting the trap.

Once an ODS, always an ODS,

hey, fellas?

Stay focused, Ray.

Hey, here's a question, just...

off of the top of my head;

How come nobody ever mentioned

that Higgins was
part of the ODS?

Shh.

Well, I just thought that...

Shh.

But...
Shh!

Stop shushing me!

Then leave it, Martinez.

It is the thing that
shall not be mentioned.

But...

Shush!

Hello, Kurt.

Remember me?

To be honest, I don't,

Mr. Bishop.
Oh.

Sorry to say, you didn't
leave much of an impression.

I took the liberty of
ordering the bisque for you.

It's their specialty.

Well, how thoughtful.

My secretary

said something about

a break-in at your apartment?

I assumed you knew all
about that. You and your...

hit squads.

Oh. I picked this
up in Marrakech.

All flavor,
no sodium. Try?

No, thanks.

Kurt, I know everything.

Spying on embassies,
murder, treason.

Sounds very dramatic.

And I've got all the proof I
need, backed up on a hard drive

hidden in a place that you

and your goons will never find.

And let me guess. If I pay you

a substantial sum,

you will hand over
this alleged evidence.

Arrangements have
already been made

to get that hard drive
to the CIA

should I meet with
an untimely death.

So don't even think about it.

You've certainly
thought of everything.

Hmm.

Mmm. Ooh. You weren't lying.

That is tasty.

It's good, isn't it?
Mm-hmm.

You know, Kurt,
you are a smart guy.

You know how to play the game.

Don't be upset that some of us
know how to play it better, huh?

I'm sure I could
learn a lot from you.

Listen, I'm going to, um,
leave you here for a moment

to think about my offer

while I, uh, make a phone call.

If the girl comes by,

order me a Scotch, will you?

It'll be here for
you when you get back.

Yeah.

It is done.
I am back, baby.

Uh, Ray, you need
to get back inside.

He hasn't said
anything incriminating.

No, I can tell.

He took the bait.
I hooked him good.

He needs to admit,
unambiguously, to wrongdoing,

or this won't work.

I know it, fellas. Listen.

I'm all over it, okay?

He will be singing
by the second course.

Whew.

You all right, Ray?

I'm great, I'm just,
just pumped.

Whoa, you don't look too good.

You should sit down.

Help, Michael.

It's okay. Just breathe.

He poisoned me.

I'm alive.

You're alive.

I thought the bastard
got me for sure.

What'd he use?

Cyanide? Uh...
radioactive polonium 210?

No. It wasn't poison.

What do you mean?

The doctors say you had
a minor angina attack,

likely brought on by anxiety.

Uh, maybe it was dioxin.

Nobody poisoned you, Ray.

You just psyched yourself out.

It happens.

But they said you're
going to be okay.

You just need to avoid stressful
situations from now on.

Eh.
Which means

your spy days are over.

I have U.S. Marshals
standing by.

Once you're discharged, they'll
take you into protective custody

until we can make our case
against Global.

I don't need protective custody.
It's not up for debate, Ray.

It's the only way
I can keep you safe.

All right, we both know
the best way to get at Global.

Not discussing it.

We have to make them blink.

Now they think I have
something that they want.

I say use me as bait.

Leave me in this hospital.

Let 'em come!

No. It's too dangerous.

I'm telling you there's
another way to do this.

No.
No, there isn't.

Now, I lucked into
this mission, Mikey.

You aren't wrong.

My career as a spy was over
a long time ago.

I'm not so sure
it was much of a career

to begin with.
Come on, you know that's not true.

Don't get me wrong.

The LSD experiments

and the honey traps
were tons of fun, but...

Let's be honest.

There's a reason
Castro's still alive.

I enjoyed every minute of it.

But I was never like you.

You and your team
are the real deal.

That's why I feel safe.

So use me as bait.

You're the best, Mikey.

And I'm not afraid.

You wanted to see me, Director?

Yeah. Come on in.

We're
going to let Ray Bishop

stay in the hospital as bait.

Global wants him so much?

We're going to leave the lights
on and the key in the door.

And you're not
concerned that this

is putting Mr. Bishop
in undue danger?

Well, of course he's in danger;
it's the nature of the business.

But he's not actually
in this business anymore.

Ray understands what he's
doing; he volunteered.

Sir, Global has proven

to have the resources
and capabilities

that at least equal� and
sometimes exceed� our own.

I'm merely suggesting

that it might be prudent to

take some extra precautions.

You don't think I'm
being prudent enough?

I would just hate for
personal feelings or, uh,

past grievances
to inadvertently

affect your judgment.

"Past grievances"?

Like getting fired.

You think that's why I'm
putting Bishop in harm's way,

some sort of...
revenge fantasy.

Oh, I'm sure you
would never do that.

Consciously.

Very well, Deputy Director.

Extra precautions
will be taken.

I'll see to it... personally.

I'm happy to hear it.

Uh-huh.

Okay. Great.

Trap's set, Ray.

we've got you covered.

Copy that. I'm ready.

Well, this is a surprise.

You here to

wish me luck, or did you
just happen to have

a prostate exam scheduled
for this time?

Huh.

Actually, I'm

going to be participating
in this operation.

Excuse me?

Doing what?
Sitting right here.

The final line of defense,
in case the assassin

gets past you and your men.

I didn't know you cared.

Don't get all weepy, Bishop.

The truth is, I wanted
to make sure that Global

Intel would make a move.

So I leaked some disinformation
that you had agreed to testify

against them.
Mm-hmm.

Painted a target
right on your back.

Big as I could make it.

Way to put the mission first.

Thanks, Hud.

I'll take it from here, Dorset.

Happy hunting.

Billy, how are things
looking at the entrance?

So far, so good.

How you doing,

Casey?

Making the rounds.

You ever think about
becoming a doctor?

God, no.

For a man who's done more than
the mere sight of the stuff

it makes me squeamish.
Mm.

It's my only phobia.

Well, that, and geniophobia.
Fear of chins.

You're afraid of chins?

In what way?

You know, the usual way.

Hey, check out this guy.

What do you think?

Well, could be the old
reverse strategy.

Throw us off by looking exactly
like a desperate killer.

That is exactly
what I'm talking about.

Gets me right there.

Yeah.

I'm gonna go see
what he's up to.

Yeah, don't worry about me.

I'll be waiting here in all

the blood and guts.

This is one for the books.

Last Director of Covert
Operations to actually

go on a mission was probably
Wild Bill Donovan.

Well, you know me,
I'm a wild man.

Well, maybe if you'd
been more of one,

I wouldn't have booted you
out of ODS.

Do you know how many
covert operations

I'm overseeing right now, today?

Eighty-six.

32 in Pakistan alone.

Many people's lives
are in my hands,

which is a great
and grave responsibility.

Not that you ever
understood that word.

But they're all taking a
backseat now to you, Ray.

So if you can't be grateful,

how about you just be quiet?

Can I finish?

You always had to have
the last word.

As I was saying,

if I hadn't have fired you, you
wouldn't be where you are today.

Which is clearly
where you belong.

And the truth is...

...you make
a damn fine director.

And you're a broken-down
old spook who drinks too much.

So, we both got
what we wanted out of life.

Apologies, Mac.

He's in the building,

but I lost him.

He's here.

Huh?

Wow.

What, thought I'd lost my edge?

I thought you'd keep
your underpants on.

I like a man who's committed.

Scratch that.

He's going down.

He's trying to leave
the building.

All right, I'm gonna
go get the car.

You stay here.

Hey!

Hey!

You okay?

You all right?
Yeah.

Okay.

Right there!

Now, see how I pick my apex
around this corner.

That way, I can close
the distance.

You're giving me
driving lessons now, Billy?

Martinez, we have to
take full advantage

of these teachable moments.

This presentation would have
been much better

had it had the proper
driving music.

For that, I apologize.

Now, notice here how I trail
brake through this corner.

Just be careful
not to oversteer.

Is that your way of saying
you're losing him?

To be a really good wheelman,
one must not only be aware of his vehicle

but other drivers
on the road, too.

He'll live to tell the tale.

And so concludes
today's lesson.

Yeah?

I'm driving next time.

Oh, Martinez, Martinez.

You're not...
quite ready yet.

The man who tried to kill you
at the hospital has agreed

to turn over evidence

and testify against
Global Intelligence Group.

Based on his testimony,

plus the information
from the recording device

found in Croatia,

the Justice Department
has indicted Kurt Niemeyer

and four of his associates
on eight counts

of conspiracy and two counts
of murder for hire.

Yeah.

All are awaiting trial
in a federal lockup.

It goes without saying...

Oh, but I so enjoy hearing it.

...that you were
a valuable asset

to the mission.

Without your assistance,
many American lives

would have been at risk.

On behalf of the United States
Government, I thank you.

That hurt a little bit?

Only in my soul.

Hud, it's been a pleasure.

Makes me long for the old days,
when I used to yell at you

for no reason and you
brought me coffee.

But we were younger

and prettier then.

Or I was.

To be clear, if I ever hear

of you hacking into
any more computer systems

or otherwise
stealing intelligence

and selling it to anyone,
I will be happy

to put your name on every
terror watch list on the planet.

Listen, joining the ODS boys
for a drink.

You want to come along?

I don't drink.

Right.

You know, it's good to know
that some things never change.

And then the dart
actually missed his jugular

and got him right in the ear.

He started screaming

and howling
and flailing around like a fish.

But you did go back
and finish him off?

No.

No, I let him go.

A toast to the man who
set the priorities.

Yeah.
Hear! Hear!

Mmm.

What?

Nope.

Nope?

Nope what?

You know, I've been watching you
all night, kid.

I just don't see it.

You are not ODS material.

Excuse me?
No offense.

You're a smart kid,
you're a good operative.

But the ODS are a...
a special breed.

You've got to have
something a little extra.

Call it style,

charisma, whatever.

Now, uh, Michael here�

he's the full
package, obviously.

And, uh,
well, Billy�

I mean, he could charm the
pantsuit off of Barbara Bush.

I wouldn't know where to
start with a pantsuit.

And Casey, well, uh...

I don't know,
there's something about him

I just can't quite
put my finger on.

I think you're confusing
allure with wattage.

Yeah, but you, Martinez,
I just don't see it.

Mm.

There you are.

Ready to go?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure.

Good night, boys.

The kid's got it in spades.

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