All language subtitles for Chaos s01e13 Proof of Life.eng

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.

FAY:
You've heard of office politics?

Ours come with poison pills
and guns.

ADELE:
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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This intelligence
could help bring

wrongly imprisoned
Americans home.

And you're basing this
rather grandiose claim on what?

My asset. He has
extensive contacts.

Which you can't verify.

That's why I am going
into the field.

Blindly walking
into the lion's den

to face a man you've never met.

Whose trust I've been working
to earn for the last six months.

Via e-mail.

Have you been tweeting him
as well?

Sir, you know turning an asset
can be a very delicate dance.

And one false step
can land you on your face.

Dozens of Americans

have disappeared all
around the world

all held by any number

of political
and criminal organizations.

I'm well aware of the problem
of kidnapping for profit.

My asset has given them solid
intel in the past.

He's the real deal.

If he can help reunite
one family,

isn't that worth the risk?

Is he ready?

We all have to go solo
at some point.

There's very little downside
if he screws up.

CASEY:
Which he probably will.

You kick the baby bird
out of the nest too soon...

splat.

HIGGINS:
Well...

that's two out of three.

I'm gonna give you the go-ahead,
Mr. Martinez.

Try not to... go "splat."

RICK:
Baby bird?

CASEY: As Higgins said,
you do "tweet."

MICHAEL:
What's the problem, Martinez?

You got the green light.

Out in the field,
turning his first asset.

They grow up so fast.

There.
That's the problem.

That felt like a parent-teacher
conference in there.

I'm not a child.

I've saved your lives.

Probably.

How many more times do I have
to keep proving myself

before you guys stop treating me
like the new guy

and just start treating me
like the guy?

Fair enough.

But if you're heading off
to Bangkok,

you need to go see
the doc first.

Why? I've already had
all my inoculations.

Oh, it's not about shots.

Let's talk about prostitution.

What?

Whenever our newer operatives
journey to certain locales--

your Macaus, your Rio de
Janeiros, your Bangkoks--

the Agency wants them
to go in prepared.

You'd be surprised at how many
fine young people go over there

with the best of intentions

only to find themselves

falling prey to
carnal temptation.

Whether it's massage parlors,
sex shows

or the infinite number of women,
men and ladyboys

ready to service your
deepest desires.

I'm going to write you
a prescription for antibiotics,

purely preventative.

I want you to listen to me.

I am not curious about sex shows
or ladyboys

or anything other
than my mission.

Fine.

You're not leaving here
without a goody bag.

(elevator bell dings)

Congratulations.

I heard your first
solo mission was approved.

Thanks.
Don't you want to see

if I have my my milk money
packed, too?

Excuse me?
I'm just kidding.

Just...

everybody around
here's acting like

I'm heading out the front door

to my first day
of kindergarten.

Well, if you've got
some dinner money packed,

I could be persuaded to join you
on a celebratory date tonight.

I wish.

It's only three hours
until my flight.

Oh.

Uh...

would you care to brief me

on the particulars of this
mission, Operative Martinez?

No, that's not me.

That's... the doctor.

(elevator bell dings)
It's required.

Enjoy Bangkok.

I will.

But not that way.

Mmm.

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Is that the money?

$10,000, like we agreed on.

Let me see it.

Where's the disk?

Money first.

Uh-uh.

You've seen what I've got.

All I see is a computer disk.

It could be filled with junk.

A chance you'll have to take.

You know, I try to think
the best of people, I really do,

but I had a feeling you were
gonna pull something like this.

What is that?
It's blue dye.

You open this
without the right combination,

and the canister blows.

Then all you'll have is a bunch
of worthless, ink-stained paper.

Now... the disk?

It's not junk.

The combination is 7-1-4.

(tires screech)

You set me up!

(tires screech)

Okay, up until 30 seconds ago,
that looked flawless.

What the hell
are you guys doing here?!

MICHAEL:
Aw, relax, Martinez.

We wanted to provide
a little backup

just in case.
We just saved your ass.

You might want to show
a tad more gratitude.

You got my ass kicked!

I was doing fine until
you guys got here.

This is my asset,

by the way, okay?

I'm supposed to be
the point man.

I'm supposed to be the only man!

Too much turmeric.

All right, let's see
what your maiden voyage yielded.

I still can't believe
you guys did this.

Martinez, we are a team, okay?

It's what we do.

CASEY:
And this isn't about you.

We look for any excuse

to come to Bangkok.

Excessive turmeric
notwithstanding.

How much cash
did you give the asset?

Ten thou. Why?

You might as well have flushed
it down the toilet.

What are you talking about?

Look. There's names, photos.

It's loaded with intel.

Intel that's five years old.

That's Henrik Sundstrom.

Captured, released, retired.

What?

And that's Cappy Wilson.

He's been dead for a year
and a half.

Died in captivity?

No. He fell down the
stairs in his house.

I...

I don't understand.

You sold the family cow

for a handful of magic beans,
Jack.

Well, we're in Bangkok, the
night's still young, right?

So get in and let's go on
before the flight home.

(engine starts)

First time in Bangkok,
Martinez?

Yes, sir.

I'd hate to think that long,
long flight was a complete loss.

You know what I think about
when I read a report like this?

That there's a hardworking
middle-class American

in this great country of ours
that doesn't know it,

but every dime
of his or her taxes

just went scooting down
an alley in Thailand.

Sir...

(knocking)

Ms. Carson, sir.

She says it's
extremely important.

Sir?
Yes?

There's something on this
that you need to see.

(tapping disk)

HIGGINS: Do we know who
this man is?

Yes. He's a British contractor
named George Kelling.

Kidnapped from his home
in Mexico City.

His family paid the ransom,
he was released.

But the person of interest
is this man here.

We ran this through our facial
recognition software.

(computer clicking)

It's Carson Simms.

Is that meaningful?

You could say that.

Carson Simms was
presumed killed

three years ago in North Africa

on a mission.

But Kelling was kidnapped
less than a year ago.

So Simms didn't die
in North Africa after all.

Wait a minute.

This guy is one of ours?

Tell him.

You ever wonder why there was
an empty desk in our office?

Carson was the fourth member
of the ODS before you.

It's his desk
that you're sitting at.

Is it true?
Is he alive?

Looks like.

Holy crap.

Carson Simms.

(laughs)
I knew it.

Men like him,
they don't go down easy.

Hot damn!

What happened exactly?

Oh, you don't know the story?

It's legendary, man.

The ODS were pursuing
a major honcho

on the global counterfeiting
scene: Ernesto Salazar.

Tracked him to North Africa,
set up a raid.

But the local government troops
never showed up

to support the operation.

And the last anyone ever saw
of Simms,

he was inside Salazar's
warehouse

when it went up
in a ball of flames.

So why did it take three
years to replace him?

Because he's irreplaceable!

I mean...

Oh...

Right. Sorry.

Hey, don't you worry
there, chief.

I'll make a place for you.

I'm putting together
a team of my own.

Blanke! Stop harassing Martinez.

That's our job.

(snaps fingers)
Martinez.

(mouthing)

So, what do we know?

We know that if we can find
Salazar, we'll find Simms.

So you think Salazar's

been holding Simms hostage
this whole time?

CASEY:
Of course he has.

There hasn't been a ransom.

Look, Salazar knows
the trade value

of a captured CIA operative,

so he's sitting on Simms
as some kind of bargaining chip,

all right? It's like a
"get out of jail free" card.

We need to pick up
the scent somewhere.

And since Simms
was last seen alive

working a counterfeit case...

Doris Balshik.

The clouds part, and
my world is a brighter place.

Can it, Scotty.

Oh.

Well, hello there.

Surprised and pleased
to see you're still with us.

Why surprised?

Word is out
that Carson Simms is alive,

and everyone knows the ODS

is a four-man operation.

(clears throat)
So...

How was Greece?

You know, when a male
operative seduces

an asset to gain valuable
intelligence, he's...

James Bond, but if a woman
does the same thing,

she's treated
like a nymphomaniac.

Gender bias, plain and simple.

Double standard.

Tell me about it.

So, what could I
do for you boys

that won't get me
in trouble with HR?

Excuse me.

You smell good.

MICHAEL:
Balshik, we were

wondering if you've noticed
an uptick

in counterfeit currency
moving overseas?

You know, the really
high-end stuff.

None of that inkjet
printer crap.

The gold standard.

Oh, you're looking for Salazar.

There has been some increased
activity recently.

I've only got bits and pieces,
but you can bet your boots

the Secret Service boys
have the whole picture.

The overzealous Boy Scouts.

Amen to that.

And good luck getting
any info out of them.

They don't play well

with others.

They don't know
what they're missing.

(clears throat)

So you're telling us this
cartoon is proof of life?

It's not a cartoon.

It's an enhanced
high-resolution

facial-recognition
photograph.

(whistles)

These CIA guys, they really
know all the big, fancy words.

Still looks like a cartoon
to me.

That's Carson Simms.
I know it, and you know it. Uh-uh.

What I do know
is the Secret Service

is not going to jeopardize

an ongoing mission to go

chasing after some
phantom you pulled off

an old photo.

Who may or may not be dead,
by the way.

(clears throat)

(sighs)

That is the latest
robotic toy on the market.

Saw it in Singapore last
month, and I immediately

thought of you, Harris.
We don't have a lot of time to play with toys

over here.

Play money, play toys?
I figured it was natural.

Besides,

thought you were a robot guy,
Harris. Come on.

I am.

You know, people laugh

at robotic culture,
but the truth is,

robots deserve our respect.

Think about it.

They run our assembly lines.

They perform surgery.

They provide companionship.

The point is, you're
not going to bribe me

into changing my mind.

At least tell us one thing.

Is Salazar back in business?

You guys aren't getting
it through your heads.

You guys blew it last
time with Salazar.

This time, leave it
to the grown-ups.

And what about Carson Simms?

What if he's still alive?

Come on, you guys
are law enforcement.

You know how it is when one
of your own is in trouble.

You take care of it.
Yeah, yeah, we get it.

Completely.

Say your guy's still alive.

He's been down
there already, what,

three years?

GRIGGS:
What's another six months?

Another six months
of rotting in some cage,

maybe getting tortured, is that
what you're talking about?

HARRIS:
When we make our move

to bust Salazar, we'll be
sure to bring your boy home.

Safe and sound.

Disgusting.

I'm out of here.

You know, Harris,

I think I get why you feel
such a connection to robots.

Damn spooks.

DORIS:
You hid the transmitter

in a toy robot?

That's pretty genius.

Your idea.

I wish I could take credit.

Did we get anything?

Oh, yeah, your little robot

friend sucked everything
off his computer.

Case files on most
of their ongoing operations,

including Ernesto Salazar.

They've tracked him to Panama.

Of course. Free trade zone.
We can't touch him.

Looks like their plan
is to peddle him

traceable ink, then bust him

as soon as he tries
to circulate the bills.

Then I'd say we need
to goose that process along.

Let me make
a few discreet calls.

I'm sure I can arrange an
introduction to Se?or Salazar.

Mm-hmm.

And what do you need from us?

A plane ticket to Panama.

And... a traveling companion.

Sir, I told him...

HIGGINS: That's all right. My door is
always open to our friends

at the Treasury Department,
even when they kick it open.

Your guys have crossed
the line.

I'm guessing it has
something to do

with this cute little
fella here, huh?

It's a device that
tapped into our database.

(chuckles)
Go ahead.

Yeah, have your laugh.

Keep sticking your neck out

for your boys, it'll make
it easier to chop it off.

I'd caution you
to tone it down.

Well, since we're tossing out
cautions to each other here,

let me lob one your way.

We're the Treasury Department,

but we're also the
Secret Service.

And the President, well,
he's kind of fond of us,

seeing as how we protect
him and his family.

This little ODS stunt

is going straight
to the White House.

You're going to feel heat like
you have never felt before.

It's going to be their
necks, or yours.

(door opens)

(door closes)

MICHAEL:
Heads up.

Well...

thank God you made it.
I was afraid we weren't

going to have a chance to say good-bye.
The Treasury Department

knows that you hacked into
their computers.

They're threatening
to press charges.

Press charges?
Tell 'em to get in line.

HIGGINS:
Now this is serious.

You go down to Panama, and you
are all guilty of interfering

with the Treasury Department's
current investigation.

Punishable by law.

Punishable by law?
What does that mean?

Like when you rip the tag
off a mattress?

Pending legal action
notwithstanding,

if Carson's down there, Higgins,
we're going after him.

We don't leave a man behind.

HIGGINS:
That's all very noble.

But you get on that plane,

and there's a good chance that

you won't be coming home.

Appreciate the heads-up,
Director.

Frankly, I'm surprised
by your concern.

It's not concern for you.

I've got a lot of
asses I have to cover.

And if this thing blows up,

I'm not going to let you drag
the Agency down with you.

DORIS:
I guess you want to know

what happened in Greece.

I think we should stay focused
on the mission at hand.

DORIS: Long story short,
there was some trouble.

A man was involved.

But he's out of
the picture now, so...

I'm open to whatever
life has in store.

Good for you.

Oh, I know you're not
interested right now.

That's cool.

But you never know.

Life's full of strange
twists and turns.

Tell me about it.

If we bring back Simms, I would
be rescuing my replacement.

Twists and turns.

They do make a cute couple,
don't they?

I'm rooting for them.

You ought to think about
coming over to Counterfeit.

I know it doesn't sound sexy,

but you know what I can do with

a few hundred mil
in prime counterfeit?

Topple governments.

That's power.

You like powerful
women, Martinez?

Well, I... am dating
the Deputy Director.

I'll take that as a "yes."

Okay. It's on.

Cool your jets, hotshot.

Just keep your mouth
shut and look pretty.

And don't forget.

I'm "Margarite."

Right.

Here we go.

Mr. Salazar.

It's a pleasure.

I'm Margarite.

Margarite!

Please.

Well, your reputation
precedes you.

So if I tell you we're here
to sell you quality ink,

you'll believe it's as
good as I say it is.

I already have a supplier,

so I'm not sure why
I should be talking to you.

Because we know
something you don't.

Treasury's been surveilling your
operation for some time now.

(camera shutter clicks)

What?

Think I wouldn't notice
a couple of pasty gringos

sweating through
their cheap suits?

Besides, what can they do

to me here anyway?

We are in a free trade zone.

Everything goes.

They're going to
catch you this time.

We know who sold you your ink.

And so do they.

It's traceable.

Tagged with a radioactive
element by Treasury.

As soon as those bills
go into circulation,

it's just a matter of time

before you're extradited
to the U.S.

Is that a fact?

Give us one of your bills.

(camera shutter clicking)

MICHAEL:
Amazing.

You'd never know
they were Treasury Department.

Their dedication to the craft

is remarkable.

They just blend right in.

(clicks tongue)

(speaking Spanish)

BOY:
S?. S?, se?or.

(speaking Spanish)

Gracias, amigos.

(beeping)

(beeping)

How did you know about that?

Problem's turned up
with a few clients.

The good news for you is
we're wholesalers, of clean

Treasury Department-quality ink.

This is just a sample.

We have a brilliant chemist
who makes it.

Only without the part

where they trace the money
back to you.

I'll need to test it.

I'll get back to you.

Margarite.

(speaks softly)

What the hell does he do anyway?

DORIS:
Oh, him?

He keeps me happy.

(all laughing)

(laughing)

(whispers):
Let's go.

You are a true artist.

It's all about getting in touch

with your anti-American
inner child.

(engine idling)

(people clamoring)

?Que pas? aqui?

Esta bien.
No problemo, se?or.

(handcuffs clicking)

(phone ringing)

Fay, what do you got?

The trace has been on the move
for 15 minutes.

Where's it headed?

Northeast of the city.

Wait. It stopped.

Can you give us a location?

Coordinates 0845 north,
7840 west.

40 west. How about some
satellite photos?

We'll get what we can
right away.

Looks like a fairly rural spot.

All right, thanks, Fay.

Michael, the phone lines have
been burning here all day.

A lot of chatter between Higgins
and the Treasury Department.

Something about a blown
operation down there.

Really? That's a shame.

Will you please be serious?

The White House is involved.

Word is someone's head
is gonna roll for this.

And despite certain things
I may have said

during our divorce,

I really don't want
that head to be yours.

It's nice to know you care.

Don't push it.

(cell phone beeps)

Ready?

Let's follow the ink.

Let me save you time
and effort.

Your input and opinion on this
matter have been duly noted.

I know the White House
wants someone's head.

If there's anything I
can do to mitigate this,

I'm happy to make some calls.

Ms. Ferrer...

You can't possibly be
considering selling them out.

You're ambitious.

You see yourself sitting
in this chair one day.

Tell me, what would you do
in my position?

The right thing.

Take the fallout and
protect my operatives.

Up to and including
losing your job?

If that were the only way,
then yes.

That's very noble.

Now let me tell you
what happens

after your righteous firing.

You're disgraced...
publicly.

Every decision that you ever
made comes under scrutiny.

Every operative
that you ever recruited

is tainted... permanently.

You wouldn't just be
sacrificing yourself.

You'd be sacrificing everyone
that you've ever touched.

All to save four men.

So I ask you again.

You've been promoted tomorrow.

This whole mess
is now your responsibility.

What are you gonna do, Director?

(sighs)

Here they come.

What did you find?

Four armed guards around

the center building.
That has to be

his printing operation.

RICK:
So where's Simms?

Guard's dumping somebody's
leftovers.

There's our answer.

Let's go.

My God.

Carson.
You're a little late.

About three years
and two months.

But I'm glad you made it.

Better late than never, eh?

(laughs)
Come here, man.

How you doing, man?

I'm better now.

I thought you were
dead, brother.

Easy mistake, easy mistake.

CASEY:
Well, we're here now.

I never doubted it
for a second, man.

Ah!

Who the hell's that?

Don't tell me my replacement?

Come on. You couldn't wait
for my body to get cold?

What did you want us to do,

build you a bloody shrine?

Life goes on now.

Rick Martinez.

The pleasure's mine, kid,
all mine.

All right, let's get you
the hell out of here.

Man, am I glad to see you guys.

(dialing tones)

FAY:
Hello?

Hey, it's Michael.
We found Simms.

He's alive, Fay.

Michael, there's something
you need to know.

We need an extraction.

Can you arrange for a chopper
to pull us out?

It's a little hot down here.

Not as hot as it is here.

What are you talking about?

Congratulations
on getting Simms.

I can arrange a helicopter
to get him out,

but as soon as you step foot
in that chopper,

you'll be in handcuffs.

What?

Remember what I said
about heads rolling?

Well, the ax is swinging.
Higgins sold you out.

The Treasury Department
has issued

arrest warrants on the ODS.

Interference with a federal
investigation, obstruction,

theft of classified documents.

You still need that chopper?

I'm gonna have
to call you back.

Seems like they're being a bit
thin-skinned about all this.

Seriously. All we did was steal top secret
information from a government agency

and destroy
a two-year sting operation.

So what are our options?

We do what we came here to do.

Carson, you're getting on

that chopper and going home.

We're staying here.

We're gonna figure out
how to proceed.

Yeah, forget that.

He's right. We're in
hot water, not you.

Look, I may have been
stuck in this rat hole

for the past three years,
but I didn't get

a memo kicking me off the ODS.

Right?

MICHAEL:
Right. Okay, option two:

We take down
Salazar's operation.

If we can shut Salazar down,
turn him over

to the Treasury and let them
have the win, who knows?

Maybe we can barter
our way out of this mess.

I like it.

How many guards
we looking at, Carson?

Never more than four.

Shift changes at
8:00 in the morning,

then again at lunchtime.

All right, that's doable.

But how do we destroy
the printing presses?

We didn't pack our plastic
explosives this time.

You don't need 'em.

The presses run on
gasoline generators.

A couple of drums of fuel
and the strike of a match--

phew!-- it's Mardi Gras time.

Okay, got ourselves a plan.

(speaks Spanish)

(speaking Spanish)

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

(speaking Spanish)

(grunting)

(choking)

(grunting)

Whoa.

So, those Treasury boys
really were on to something big.

There must be
a hundred million dollars here.

SIMMS:
You're looking at

more like a half a bil.

And this is where they make it.

Right here.

And there's the fuel.

BILLY:
All right.

Let the mayhem commence.

Let's spark it up
and get the hell out of here.

We still need to get
the printing plates.

Salazar keeps
the engraved plates

under wraps
when they're not being used.

Without them,

this is just
a temporary setback.

He'll grab those plates
and set up shop someplace else.

Let's make that all work for us.

Meaning?
When we burn

this place down,
that'll put Salazar on the run.

You can bet those plates
will be running with him.

All right.

(soft grunt)

(lighter clicks)

You want to do the honors?

I would love to.

I missed you, Simms.

(laughing)

(flames roaring)

All right, let's go.

We good to go?

I'll take that as a "yes."

Burns just like real money.

(indistinct voice over P.A.)

Maybe he's not coming.

HQ confirmed he
bought a ticket.

He'll be here.

(indistinct voice over P.A.)

You're good to go.

You're on, Martinez.

If you go out there,
you'll be arrested.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Same as you--

I'm trying to get the hell out.

They took Margarite.

There's nothing for
me here anymore.

I have access to
a private airstrip.

We can be in Costa
Rica by sundown,

but you have to come now.

And you're helping me out
of the kindness of your heart?

No, I am helping you,

because if they grab you,

they will shut
this whole place down,

and I will be trapped, too.

Look at me.

It's now or never.

(whispers):
Let's go.

Where the hell are we going?

I have a car.
Just keep up, okay?

(grunts)
Hey, Ernesto.

Long time no see.

You feeling a little
helpless right about now?

That's how I felt.
For three years.

Three long years, my friend.

You know what that
does to a man?

The guys are in parking.
We should go.

Come here. Give me
a hand with this.

What?

Give me a hand!

What the hell are you doing?

I commend you, Rick. I do, man.

You really got what it takes
to be part of the ODS.

Never doubt yourself.
Why are you doing this?

Three years of hell.

Consider this back pay,

plus interest.

MICHAEL:
You think you know a guy.

How many bloody missions
have we been on, mate?

And he goes and stabs us
in the back like that.

Oh, boo-hoo. You think
you're the first girls

that ever got left
at the dance?

What are you talking about?

The guy cracked.
Chain anyone

to a pole for three years
and they're going to lose it.

You trusted him,
and he burned you.

Get over it.

How is that?
Strong enough?

It's fine.

MICHAEL:
Okay, Balshik,

maybe none of us
saw this coming,

but it still leaves us with a small problem.
BILLY: Remember?

The whole wanted-fugitives
without-a-country thing.

Come on. Do I have

to spoon-feed this to you?

You've got everything you need
to get out of this.

Salazar was holding Simms

as his bargaining chip in case
he ever got into a jam.

Well, you're in a jam now,
and he's your chip.

Aren't you, Chippie?

We could turn Salazar into
the Treasury Department.

Knock a couple of years
off of our prison sentence.

But Simms still has
the counterfeit plates.

Hmm.

Oh, I can get you those plates.

There are only so many places

he can sell them.

It's like stealing a van Gogh.

You can't exactly walk
into your local pawnshop.

DORIS: So, I put out word
through my underground network

that there's
an interested buyer.

The smart move would have been

to sit on the plates
for a year or two,

let things cool down,
but given how long

Simms has been
cooling his heels,

you can bet he's gonna try
to make up for lost time.

Margarite?

That's right.
You're a tough person to get a hold of.

MICHAEL:
So are you.

Oh, crap.

Indeed.

Hello, gentlemen.

I discourage you strongly

against any impulse
to improvise right now.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You seem pretty quiet,
considering what we just did.

You noticed.

You spend two months on the lam

with somebody,
you notice things.

Look, Martinez,

our little...
interlude is coming

to an end.

I don't know
if I would call it an...

The point is, once
we get back to our lives,

all this is gonna seem
like some crazy dream, so,

I just want to put myself
out there one more time.

Look, Doris,

I think you are
an incredible operative...

and woman.

The way you set up
the sting, the way

you cooked up bats for us
in New Guinea.

They were pretty good,
weren't they?

The best I've ever eaten.

(laughs)

But the fact is...

...I'm a one-woman kind of guy.

And that one woman for me
is Deputy Director Ferrer.

I get it. I get it.

But when she breaks your heart,

you run to mama.

(two chirps)

Hi.

What are you doing here?

Are you crazy?

There's still an arrest
warrant out for you.

That's okay.

We've got a handle on it.

You've got a handle on it?

I need you
to get this to Higgins.

He'll know exactly
what to do with it.

And by tomorrow morning,

I'll walk through
that front door

like none of this
ever happened.

Okay.

Well, there are
probably safer ways

of getting this to Higgins
than sneaking into the CIA

parking lot.

Probably.

I mean, it just
seems like a big risk.

Mm-hmm.

Especially since this is all
going to be cleared up tomorrow.

I couldn't wait till tomorrow
morning to tell you this.

Tell me what?

I love you.

Get in the car.

What?

You've been MIA for two months.

I'm not waiting, either. Get in.

HIGGINS: It's time to put an end
to this whole sordid affair.

You're aware that we
have outstanding warrants

on all these clowns, right?

My sworn duty is to
take them into custody.

I thought we might make a deal.

You thought wrong.

You should hear the man out.

It's only polite.

First of all,
three years of confinement

has taken its toll
on Operative Simms,

so he has opted to

retire from the CIA.

After receiving the counseling

and medical attention
that he needs and deserves,

Simms will move

into a quiet life
as a civilian.

We don't care about Simms.

Of course you don't.

You care...

about your botched case
in Panama.

And putting these jokers
behind bars.

What if, hypothetically...

...I could give you Salazar's
counterfeiting plates?

You have the plates?

What if they were
in my desk drawer,

and I could hand them
over to you right now?

Provided

you cleared my men
of all charges, of course.

How would that affect
our negotiations?

Yeah, well, thanks to these
guys, we don't have Salazar

to charge, so sorry.

No deal.

All right, what if--
again, hypothetically--

there were a black site
in Poland...

You got to be kidding me.

CASEY:
And what if,

in the far northeast corner

of that black site,
there was a hut?

RICK:
A humane hut,

mind you.

Way more comfortable
than the squalor

he kept his own prisoners in.

And in that hut
was one Ernesto Salazar.

HIGGINS: Your whole case would be handed
over to you on a silver platter

with all the glory
that comes with it.

If we could offer you that,
Agent Harris,

you think we could make a deal?

(dramatic theme plays)

Hail the conquering heroes!

Hello, Blanke.

Operative Martinez,

returned from writing
his own legend across the sky,

to be handed down
through the ages.

Blanke, did you take care of
that thing that we discussed?

Oh, oh, I nailed it.

What thing?

BILLY:
We've been thinking, and...

I don't know, we've decided

we might have been
a bit harsh on you.

Hazing the new guy, all that.

So we thought we'd
make a small gesture.

Come on.

Ta-da!

You took my desk.

I'm touched.

MICHAEL:
No.

We got you a new desk.

That old one belonged to Simms.

You deserve
your very own, Martinez.

A desk that you can clutter
to your heart's content.

With drawers on both sides
that you can stuff with Post-its

and paper clips and
lightly-chewed coffee stirrers.

What I mean is, kind of desk
you can grow old with.

Amen.

Where is his desk, Blanke?

Oh, it's not gonna be ready
for six to eight weeks.

I mean, once you put the
req in for the new one,

they take the old one away.

(chuckling):
Don't ask me why.

It's just their policy.

I'll get you a
crate or something.

Yeah, sorry about that, Rick.
(pats arm)

(sighs)

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