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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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Good morning.

I made this for you.

Oh, uh, that's okay, Blanke,

I've already had
my morning coffee.

The beans are Kopi Luwak.

Buddy from Indonesia sent them.

I also got you
an almond croissant.

The best in the D.C. area.

Mmm. That's, um,
very nice of you.

I also recently mastered
the art of ayurvedic massage.

You heard about me and Adele.

What?

You and the lovely
Deputy Director?

Dating?
Oh, wonderful news!

Congratulations.

You know, young love is
such a beautiful thing.

And also so rare
and exquisite...

What-what-what do you want,
Blanke?

I want you to make
your girlfriend

read my mission proposals.

Now I figure,
one night, candles lit,

wine poured... you could
just slip my proposals

right under her nose.
Not a chance.

Oh, please.

My creativity needs an outlet.

Martinez.

Meeting with
the Deputy Director.

Blanke, stop harassing
my operative.

Roger that, Operative Dorset.

With the director away

this week, I want things
to run smoothly.

You want to impress
the higher-ups

so you can force Higgins out

and take his job.

We follow you.
No.

It's a good plan.
You ought to consider it.

You're here because
I need your advice.

This is Hamburg, Germany,
two weeks ago.

What exactly are we
looking at here?

A drug gang war, but that's
not the interesting part.

This man is Constantine Gallo.

CIA operative Constantine Gallo.

He's been undercover in Hamburg
for the past two years.

He's going native.

My instincts say pull him out,

end the mission immediately.

When last did this Gallo
meet with his handler?

No-show for the past
three meets.

That footage is damaging,

but we need to put it into
context, take into account

the stakes. We don't know
the level of pressure

he was under at that moment,

we don't know his present
state of mind.

Actually, we do have
some insight into that.

This is the last communication
we received from Gallo,

the day after
the Hamburg shootout.

Things have gotten too hot.

I-I-I don't know
who to trust anymore.

I've decided to enter
stealth mode.

I am now shadow ninja.

This does not exist.

I do not exist anymore.

Do not attempt to contact me.

This will be my
final transmission.

He has clearly lost it.

You might have led with that.

I need you to pull him out.

Okay.

But we need details-- what
exactly was Gallo's mission?

He'd infiltrated
the Gunther Voight heroin ring.

No small feat.

Voight is notoriously paranoid.

But why did they let Gallo
stay under for so long?

Well, until his
recent departure

from reality, his mission
had been providing

valuable information
on the Afghan heroin trade.

The Defense Department
believes Voight's business

has been funneling
millions of dollars

into the hands of
Taliban fighters.

He's essentially funding
the war against the U.S.

How did Gallo get inside
the organization?

We set him up inside one
of our cover businesses,

a bar called the Rathskeller.

Once you extract Gallo,

you'll also have
to shut down the bar

and scrub it
of any connection to the CIA.

Burning a CIA-run business

sounds like fun.

Doubt that will go over well
with the Duke, though.

Who's the Duke?

I'm sorry.

I can't agree to that.

You don't actually
have a choice, Byron.

I refuse to close that bar.

This agency owns and/or operates
over 2,000 front businesses

across the globe.

The Rathskeller is one

of our few actual moneymakers.

I have a sacred trust

with the American taxpayer

to get some return
on their investment.

Your fiscal responsibility is

admirable, Duke,
but as any investor

worth his salt will tell you,

sometimes you have to spend
before you can save.

That makes no sense.

Well, I and millions of
Americans would beg to differ.

I'm sorry for the outburst.

The Rathskeller
is my shining star.

The example to which
all other fronts should aspire.

Well, isn't there some
other fake business

that you can focus on?

What's this?

An ostrich ranch in Argentina.

This is a potential goldmine.

You're sweet.

It turns out, people think
ostriches are too weird to eat.

It's the necks.

Here. Have a pint
while you're there.

We'll have two.

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Unfortunately, we're not here
to drink, Operative Gallo.

No.

I told the agency
I'm in stealth mode.

All right, just settle down.

We're here to bring you home.

Home.

You-You expect me
to go home after all this?

Yes, because you're
in over your head.

Well, that's sort of
the definition

of-of-of "deep cover," isn't it?

I mean, you-you
immerse yourself.

You-You hold your nose,

and you wade
into the filth and sin.

And what's your status
after two years, Gallo?

What kind of information on
Voight have you gathered?

How close are you
to moving in on him?

It takes a long time
to gain the man's trust.

I mean, you-you don't get it...

Oh, I do.

Honest to God, I do.

I've been where you are,

and I can appreciate the
sacrifice you've made,

but the fact is, the only person
you've been able to implicate

in any kind of criminal
activity is yourself.

Don't do this.

I'm sorry, Gallo.
It's done.

You've been scrubbed.

Oh, uh...

No, you... you can't.

I mean, did you...?

Uh, uh, I want
to show you something.

Okay? All right.

If I...
If I show you this,

you're going to realize
that you can't let me go.

Coming to you guys.

Copy. We've got him.

So, you're waiting for what,
peace in the Middle East?

Seems only fair to
give him a head start.

Hey, back off!

Just bump him.

No.

Tap him.

It could kill him.

Nudge him.

Talk to him.

We're trying
to help you, moron!

Then stay... stay back!

It didn't work.

Oh, what a shock.

You really have a general
dislike for mankind, don't you?

I won't deny it.

He's speeding up.

Gallo!

Gallo!

Erased Gallo's hard drive.

This is all his intel
on Voight. Not much.

To Gallo, poor bugger.

He took a long drive
off a short pier,

but he's still
a fallen comrade.

Gallo.

I feel like it's our fault.

Gallo drove that
scooter into the water,

but maybe we pushed him.

The only person to blame
for Gallo's current state

is one drug lord--
Gunther Voight.

And guilt is
a fatiguing emotion, Martinez.

I much prefer
channeling it into rage.

It's invigorating.

You should try it.

I don't think we should leave.

No?
No.

I think we should stay
and finish the mission.

How would we do that, Martinez?

I don't know.

We would need
to set up Voight somehow.

I think Martinez is suggesting
we set up a sting.

Get our hands on some heroin
and sell it to Voight.

We'd need a cover operation.

Something unimpeachable.

What should our cover be,
Martinez?

I don't know. It's too late
to set up anything legitimate.

Unless it's
already established.

Valhalla Records, for instance.

What is that?

A Norwegian pop label
and concert promoter.

They use their tour busses

to sell heroin
all over Northern Europe.

Mm-hmm. We shut them down,

had everybody arrested, but
we kept the business intact,

just in case we needed a little
street cred in the future.

It's one of the Duke's
front businesses now.

So, is that what
you had in mind, Martinez?

You guys were pretty much
planning this all along, huh?

- He's not as clueless as he looks.
- Nice.

Thank you for letting me twist
in the wind.

It was rather adorable

watching you figure it
out all by yourself

what we planned to do.

So, we revive Valhalla,

convince Voight that it's back
in business, and then,

we sting him when he tries
to buy drugs from us, hmm?

And I volunteer to be the face
of Valhalla Records.

It was the role
I was born to play.

Okay. Collins, you're it.

You guys are so smart.

Where are you guys going to get
your hands on some heroin?

That's where you come in.

I'm sorry. You did say heroin?

Yes.

Yes. Um, I think
five kilos should do...

Ten! Ten. Ten.

I-I'm sorry. I meant to say,

uh, ten kilos
should do the trick.

Of the good stuff, too.

It all has to be top grade.

Of course.
Only the best for the ODS.

That's not going to happen.

Operative Martinez,
your mission was...

Well, the mission
has just shifted.

Hasn't it?

We just lost a man, remember?

Look, this is our chance
to stop Gunther Voight

from buying heroin from cartels

that are controlled
by the Taliban.

To keep him

from pouring hundreds
of millions of dollars

into a drug trade that
finances terrorism.

Look, Director Higgins
will be back in a week.

Well, by then,
it'll be too late.

Gallo's efforts would
have been for nothing.

Ten kilos?

Of the good stuff.

"The mission
has just shifted."

I'm telling you,

the guy's starting to grow
some serious attachments.

Deputy Director,
before you begin,

allow me to say

that in no way did
I threaten, coerce

or otherwise intimidate
your boyfriend

into making you give
me this assignment.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Ah. Never mind.

Hmm. Please.

What's my mission?

We need you to smuggle

ten kilos of heroin
into Hamburg, Germany.

Ten kilos?

According to our records,
you've done this before.

Yes, but I don't think

I can stomach that much.

Excuse me?

I just find

that balloons don't travel
that well through my system.

Oh, no. We-We were thinking
we'd try a different way.

I, uh... Mm. Yeah, I...

Mm.
Oh.

Not that, no. Uh, no.

We'd-We'd put the heroin
inside your carry-on luggage

in an undetectable
polymer wrap.

Oh. Well, in that case,
I'm your man.

Glad to hear it.

You were the top choice
for the job.

Yeah, I'm expendable.

Oh, I wouldn't...
I wouldn't say that.

No, it's okay.

Drug smuggling isn't
given to the MVPs.

Can't risk them
getting arrested.

But I'm going to
nail this assignment.

I'm going to prove you wrong
about me, Deputy Director.

I'm sure you will,
Operative Blanke.

Approval for the heroin

we requisitioned came in
five minutes ago.

Mule is en route.

Blanke?

He's guaranteeing success.

I love confidence in a patsy.

How's our fake concert
coming together?

We've secured an arena
and surveillance trucks.

The band you'll be promoting
is Viking Conspiracy.

Industrial anarchist folk rock.

We've also gotten some intel
on Voight's crew.

Fay is sending you
the pictures now.

They're regulars
at Gallo's bar.

Big guy is Klaus,
Voight's bodyguard.

Has the most access to Voight.

He's our pick
if you want to plant a wire.

Mm-hmm. Who's the other guy?

He's the one you need
to be worried about.

Anders Schmidt,
Voight's top lieutenant.

Operative Collins has his cover
documentation in hand?

Yeah, he's all set.

He just needs
to sit at the bar and wait.

Drink beer and be sociable.

Well, in that case,
we got the right man on the job.

Hey.

The heroin is on its way.

Do me a favor.

When I leave,

remember to keep your
mind on the job.

What are you talking about?

I'm always professional.

Whatever you say.

Are you having a stroke?

Quite possibly.

At the very least,

I think my blood type
may have changed.

That's weird.

Oh, I have some business

to attend to, but after that,

I am most definitely
free, and I would love

to take you
somewhere fantastic.

You seem very, very kind,

but, uh, I'm not
the right woman for you.

Let me be the judge of that.

I will only cause you grief.

Okay.

Our dates have arrived.

Oh.

My meeting.

You know them?

Not yet. Do you?

She's unavailable, so leave.

Oh, I get it.

You're Gunther Voight's girl.

That's a shame.

How do you know Herr Voight?

I know his reputation.

I know your reputation.

Not sure I want to know yours.

Who are you?

I am an astute businessman

who keeps an eye out
for new opportunities.

Billy McGee, Valhalla Records.

Perhaps you've heard of us?

I thought Valhalla has
gone out of business.

Oh, we're simply going through
some corporate restructuring.

That's all.

But we're quite active,
I can assure you.

Plant the mic
on the big guy's coat.

You're a lucky man,
Herr Schmidt.

I'm only in town a couple days,
but I'm sure

I can squeeze in some business

with your boss
if he's interested.

Why don't I introduce
you to Herr Voight now?

Now? Like,
right this second now?

Bring the coat now.

All right, we're done, Martinez.

Stall him, Billy.

Is there a problem?

It's done.

Hell, no.

I'm good to go.

Billy, don't forget
to lose the earwig.

Sir, I think you're gonna
have to check your bag.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

It's not necessary.

Excuse me.

Pardon me.
Excuse me.

I'm sorry.

- Have a good flight, sir.
- Thanks.

You, too.

I mean, have a great day.

What's the matter?

There is a security
protocol that must be taken.

Lead the way, Schmidty.

Before you have your meeting,
you need to understand

that when it comes to business,
Herr Voight likes to be clear.

Can you be clear
about what business you are in?

Oh, yes.
I'm clear about everything.

Can you be clear?

Is something getting lost
in translation here?

What business are you in?

Selling very high-grade heroin.

What business are you in now?

Music business.
I'm in the music business.

You are not to mention heroin
to Herr Voight once,

or you will not walk out
of that room alive.

Your point's well made.

Might have overstated it
a smidge.

All right, according
to Gallo's drawing,

Voight's study should be right

on the other side of this wall.

All right, let's get it done.

Get what done?

Ah. Shaped charges.

We're gonna blow a hole
in that wall?

- Not unless we have to.
- Consider it

a very loud last resort in case
we need to get in there fast.

Last resort.

And how will we know
when that is?

When Billy gives
the signal.

Or when he stops making noise,

which, in and of itself,
is a kind of signal.

You look like
you could use a drink.

Ah, don't tell me.

I pride myself
on guessing these things.

Scotch. Single malt.

A man after my own liver.

Single malt.

Right away, sir.

Gallo is an American,

but you must not
hold that against him.

He is now a trusted associate.

Gallo's alive?

Billy McGee, Valhalla Records.

Mr. McGee would like
to do some business with us.

What do you think?

Valhalla, huh?

I seem to recall you guys

having creative means
to distribute your products.

Mm, that we do.

As concert promoters,

we can go anywhere in the world,
unmolested by law enforcement.

We offer safety
and reliability,

immune to the fickle nature
of such things as politics,

and rocket-propelled grenades
for that matter.

Of course, I'd be happy

to provide you
with a sample of our music,

so you can ascertain
its quality.

In fact, we're putting on
a concert tomorrow night.

A perfect opportunity
for business.

You'd be my personal guest.

How long are you going
to be in town?

Couple of days.

It's just not long enough

to establish
the necessary trust.

But we will stay in touch.

If I thought
we had an agreement,

I might be able to extend
my trip by a couple of days.

I am a conservative
businessman, Mr. McGee.

I like to nurture
my relationships over time.

Oh, I'm sorry.

If you had no intention
of making a deal,

why was I... briefed so
aggressively for this meeting?

Because I wanted
to be fair to you.

If we are to do business
together one day,

I want you to enter into that agreement
with your eyes open.

You see, I value
trust and loyalty

above everything.

Fair enough.

Okay, Gallo,
this had better be good.

I'm in love.

That's it?

That's why you
faked your death?

Well, I thought that if
I acted like I was mental and...

you know, died,
the agency would send you back.

This ruse

was entirely unnecessary.

It's not that easy.

Not that easy?

And running from the CIA
for the rest of your life is?

It's Greta.

All right?

I faked my death

because I'm in love with
Voight's girlfriend.

And she loves me.

You're right,
you'd be better off dead.

Look... we
didn't plan it.

It wasn't supposed
to happen to me.

Guys like-like us aren't
supposed to have this, right?

We give up everything
for the job.

No stability,

no family, no one to
come home to at night.

Well, I found it.

And now I'm not
gonna give it up.

What if we can do this?

Hmm?

What if we can send
Voight away for good?

Then you could still be
with Greta, right?

It's not gonna happen.

Voight is untouchable, guys.

He's always one step
ahead of the game.

It's like he's got
this innate ability

to sense a trap.

You heard him, Billy.

He's not gonna bite.

Maybe we just need
to make him hungry.

Make him need us.

Cut off his supply.

How the hell are
you gonna do that?

So, let me understand this--

Operative Gallo
is in fact alive?

I-I-I know it's
complicated.

Let me explain.

Wait, he faked
his own death because

he's in love with a German
heroin dealer's girlfriend.

And based on the word
of a duplicitous

and possibly
deranged individual,

you want me to order
a drone strike in Pakistan

to take out a shipment
of heroin on its way to Voight?

Exactly. It's his
main supply route.

So then he'll be forced to buy

the ten kilos of heroin
I sent you.

Of course!
It all makes so much sense.

I will certainly
not be authorizing

a drone strike in Pakistan.

Listen... if we pull this off,
who's gonna look better?

You, the person who green-lit
this mission, or Higgins,

who just spent a week
fly-fishing with Don Rumsfeld?

Do you really think
I'm so ambitious

that I'd make a decision
purely to forward my own career?

What?

D-Did I say that?

Because from what I can see,

you're trying to use
our relationship

to forward your career.

That's pretty ambitious
yourself, Operative Martinez.

I'm asking you to trust me.

Your papers, please?

Your papers, please?

Your papers, please?

Come on.

You Germans have got
to love saying that, am I right?

Whoa. It's... Huh?

You...

Listen, I hope you haven't spent too
much of your currency

with Adele on all this; it's not worth it.

We'll be okay.
No, I'm serious; Gallo's not wrong.

Men like you and I, we're not destined
for the happily-ever-after.

If you have it,
don't squander it.

Whatever you are doing,
you need to stop.

Sorry?

You have no idea

how dangerous Gunther can be.

If you push him too far,
you're all going to be dead.

All right, all right.
Uh, what happened?

Gunther got a call today
about one of his shipments.

There was an attack
or something.

It is not going to arrive.

You are responsible,
aren't you?

You know, people throw
the word "behemoth"

around willy-nilly,
but only when one actually walks

through the door, do you
finally appreciate it.

Greta.

Oh, in a minute.

We're all about
to have a drink.

Join us.
Yes!

I'd love to hear about
your cardio routine.

I insist. Sit down.

It's your mate--
Schmidt.

Guten Tag.

Excellent.

I'll be there.

Well, well,
Herr Voight just decided

to take me up
on my business proposal.

And I think that calls
for a celebration,

don't you?

Hoist a stein, mate.

We're partners now.

May every Christmas be white,

and all the days in between.

Yes.

Prosit.

What's that?

A loose button?

Hey, put the phone down.

Come on.

Good night, Irene.

This could be a problem.

A big problem.

Martinez...

this is not going to work
unless you heave when I ho.

Okay.

Heave...

ho!

Heave...

ho!

Heave...

ho!

All right...

new plan.

We call Interpol
and have Klaus arrested.

Trump up charges if we have to.

My guess is, this guy
has a laundry list

of legal indiscretions
to cull from.

This is not good, guys.

Voight's gonna be real nervous
without Klaus around.

- He's a little insecure.
- Okay,

so we hit the pause button
until things settle down.

Billy, you reach out to Voight
and tell him that

you caught wind of a bust;
call off the buy.

We know Voight's skittish,
so he'll go along with it.

In the next three months or so,
when Voight's guard is down

and Valhalla's next tour
rolls into town,

then we'll pick up
right where we left off.

It's the smart move.
Everybody agreed?

Mm-hmm.

No.

No. No. No.

I can't wait three months.

Or two. Or one.

It's just a matter of weeks
before Voight realizes

I don't have...
a stomach bug.

I'm pregnant.

What?

You're gonna be a father.

Okay, new new plan.

We continue with the mission.

And what are we gonna do
about our 500-pound problem?

We're gonna have to keep
Klaus hidden for six hours.

We've seen the
guy drink, right?

Let's say he was arrested

for being drunk and disorderly.

What do you think?
Can you sell that to Voight?

I'm gonna be a father.

I can tell that story.

Good.

Where the hell's Blanke?

He was supposed to be here
an hour ago with the heroin.

It's getting close.

You know Blanke--
he's not happy

unless he's living on the raggedy edge.

HQ.

Please tell me
the packages are on their way.

There's been a snag.

Operative Blanke was apprehended
by Customs officials

at the Hamburg airport.

And the heroin?

Impounded.

Impounded?
Oh, that is just great.

What is Operative Collins
supposed to tell

Voight and his men when
they come to get the product?

You'll have your product.

I thought you said
it was impounded.

I spoke with
the German authorities.

They share the same desire that we do
to bring down Voight

and have agreed
to release the heroin.

I don't really like
the sound of that.

What do they get in return?

To be included on the bust.

The sting is now
a joint effort.

No way. We do that,
we lose control of the mission.

Well, unfortunately,

Operative Dorset,
that's how it has to be.

Good evening, Herr McGee.
Schmidty!

I was just on my
way to the arena.

Herr Voight would like you
to drive with us.

Who am I to turn down a
ride in such extravagance?

I thought I might do some
skiing before heading home.

Any recommendations?

You know,
somewhere picturesque.

Long runs on soft white powder.

Apr?s-ski females
of loose moral fiber.

Garmisch-

Partenkirchen.

Scenic, historic.

Historic how?

Famous for the witch trials.

End of the 16th century,

ten percent of the village
was burned at the stake.

Imagine that.

See, I always fancied
witches made up

a much smaller percentage
of the population.

Suppose they do now, eh?

Uh, we don't appear to be
heading toward the arena.

No. It appears we are not.

That's puzzling.

Klaus picked the wrong night
to go on one of his benders.

You see, Mr. McGee,

I feel vulnerable
without his presence,

so we are playing it safe.

We had a deal.

And we still do.

I've sent my associates
to handle the transaction.

We can wait at my place,
enjoy a drink.

You understand, don't you?

Sure.

I thought you were going

to the concert.
I changed my mind.

- You want me to open this?
- No, no, no. Put it on ice.

When our associates call me
to tell me their transaction

has been successful,
we will enjoy the champagne.

Until then, we wait.

Uh, we got activity.

Is it Voight?

Negative.
It is not Voight.

Billy's not there, either.

Voight sent his underlings
to do the deal.

He knows it's a sting;
call it off.

I can't do that.
The drugs are in the hands

of criminals--
an arrest must be made.

If you do that,
they will kill our operative.

Now, call it off.

I'm sorry.

Stop!

My bands are gonna be none too thrilled that
I didn't show up.

Have you worked with musicians?

They're a fragile lot.

Constant need of a stroke.

I mean, granted,
they're not my company's

main source of income,
but still...

I'm sure you can caress

their ruffled feathers
back into shape.

You're very smooth
in that respect.

I try, Herr Voight, I try.

Ja.

Ja. Ich verstehe.

Make sure there is nothing on
him that can connect him to me,

then dump the body.

Gunther, no.

Whoa, okay, all right, hold on.

Voight, come on,
man, all right?

You know there's
nothing I hate more

than a dissatisfied customer.

Gunther, what is this?
What's going on?

We were set up, my friend.

It was a sting.

Whoa, what are you
talking about, a sting?

Why would you assume I had
anything to do with a sting?

Your associates
were not arrested.

I grant you that
might look incriminating,

but let's not make
any rash decisions here,

right, that can't be undone
in the sober light of day.

Such as death,
which is often undoable.

Greta, come.

Kill him.

Whoa, really?

Shooting me? That's a bit
unoriginal, isn't it?

I took you for a man
who'd derive great pleasure

in a... prolonged, perhaps even leisurely
sequence of torturous

pre-execution
style exercises...

culminating in a drawn-out,

life-snuffing procedure.

We also admire

efficiency.

You fellas took your time.

A simple "thank you"
would suffice.

This way. Let's go.
Greta, are you okay?

Come on.

Come on. This way.

You still don't have me.

You have nothing
to tie me to anything.

All this effort,

and you are
leaving empty-handed.

Except for the bill
I will send you for my wall.

You think you're some kind
of criminal mastermind, do you?

Well, smart-arse,
you've had a CIA operative

under your snout
for the past two years.

Your old friend Gallo, who's been banging
your girlfriend,

and-- here's the real kicker--
she's pregnant...

with his baby.

Voight!

It's over!

Such a hero deserves

his own slice of Heaven.

Like Spain,
home to St. Villefort's

International Academy.

Your new assignment.

Wha...? A school?

Please.

PS 42 is a school.

St. Villefort's is an
exclusive private institution.

Where the majority
of the world's leaders

send their children to learn about the
world before they...

well, before they grow up
and try and dominate it.

Yeah, I don't know anything
about running a school.

You don't need to.

You're gonna manage
the dining halls.

You did a hell of a job
turning around the Rathskeller.

You were a fantastic steward

of taxpayer funds.

And that kind of thing

is as rare in these parts
as a baby eagle.

Wow.

I don't know what to say.

No ruthless heroin kingpins,

no nasty drug gang wars.

Just the occasional
spoiled brat

gossiping about
Mommy and Daddy's plot

to destroy U.S. interests.

You listen in,
sling your Tater Tots,

and report what you hear
back to the Agency.

I don't know,
it just...

It's-it's not
what I'm used to.

I almost forgot to mention,
there is a full-time

day-care center,

and as an employee,

your child would be granted
full tuition.

It sounds perfect.

Really?

Yes.

It's not very often

you see a spy
coming out from the cold

and into the warmth
of true love. Right?

I, for one, am touched.

So, I guess you heard?

Schmidt decided
to flip on his old boss.

Yeah. Voight's going down
for heroin trafficking

as well as attempted murder.

Looking at at least 20 years.

So, the whole office is buzzing because
of your big success

while Higgins was away.
Yeah, that's true.

I'm getting phone calls. Big phone calls.
Mm-hmm.

So, that's good, isn't it?

Maybe this won't work.

Two ambitious people like us.

You're supposed to date
your opposite.

So we're both ambitious.

Ambition's a good thing,
provided it's...

Selfless and in
the service of good.

I think you're a little unclear
as to the concept of ambition.

Oh, okay. Okay.

Well, uh... you're
totally heartless.

But that's okay.

That's why this works, you see.

Because...

I have a big heart.

All right, so you're saying
we are dating our opposites

because I have no heart.

Let's-let's not...
talk about that point right now.

Deputy Director Ferrer.

Operative Blanke
is on the phone.

Can it wait?

He says it's an emergency.

Okay, look, I've been
trying to tell you guys

it's not heroin,
it's heroin residue

from the flight over.

Okay? Okay, I'm not
explaining myself very well.

Hi. Listen, I think I'm gonna
need a translator

and also maybe a lawyer!

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