All language subtitles for Agent X S01E01 Pilotx

We know you are CIA.

Just admit it, and we
will stop. I'm a missionary.

I'm here to spread my heavenly love.

A bomb. We call this love.

Sometimes love hurts. I hate you.

I heard you're looking for a new job.

Every night your light is
dizzy, all that buzzing makes me...

Couldn't count on all my fingers,
all the dates you had... That's great.

What's this?

We didn't order room
service. It's just Capone's mouth.

Volker, Nicholas Volker, where is he?

I do not know.

Where did Volker go?

What's your name? Olga.

My name is Olga.

I come from Novosibirsk.

They expelled me to that man.

Did you get a good look at his face?

No.

You did not either?

No, I was improvising.

Who are you?

You're lying.

Please.

I do not understand.

Your perfume. Clive Christian,
low pricey for Siberian farm girls.

Impressive.

Did you catch Volker?

No, but I'm getting closer.

Caught an associate of his with
some Russian spetsnaz training.

Tell the FBI she's ready
for pickup in my trunk.

Sending a message to the
Berlin legal attache right now.

Thought you liked that title.

Ladies and gentlemen, Vice
President of the United States.

Today, Vice President
Thomas Eckhart realizes his

dream of becoming
President of the United States.

But for many others, this day
marks another dream fulfilled,

the inauguration of America's first
female Vice President, Natalie McAbee.

But here she is, just
moments away from taking

her oath with the eyes
of the world upon her.

I, Natalie Cain Maccabee, do
solemnly swear... I, Natalie Cain Maccabee,

do solemnly swear... That I
will support and defend the

Constitution of the United States
Against all enemies, foreign and domestic.

That I will support and
defend the Constitution

of the United States against all
enemies, foreign and domestic.

Natalie, congratulations.

You have survived.

The first and the most brutal
test of office, 11 inaugural balls.

But listen, listen, all joking aside,

surviving challenges is
what Natalie here does best.

In both her public and private lives,
she's overcome extraordinary difficulties.

It's also why I'm so proud, as
a former vice president myself,

to present her with this, the
key to this magnificent residence.

I promise to do my
utmost to honor its legacy.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

There's a new man in your life,
Natalie. This is Malcolm Millar.

Chief steward of this residence.

You'll find him an invaluable
asset during your tenure here.

I look forward to serving you, Madam
Vice President. Oh, please, call me Nate.

I can assure you that will
never happen, Madam Vice President.

You'll find Malcolm here a bit of a
stickler when it comes to protocol.

Thank you, Mr. President.

Malcolm, after you.

Actually, the vice
president always precedes

the chief steward by at least a half step.

Oh, okie dokie.

Come on in. You caught me having one of
those how the hell did I get here moments.

You ever have those?

Daily, madam.

Is there anything I can
get for you before I retire?

Maybe a Latin dictionary?

Come again?

The inscription on the fireplace there.

Looks in tenebris, light into darkness?

Correct.

Seems like a riff on the old
Freemason aphorism, light out of darkness.

Isn't it?

You have a very
eclectic range of knowledge.

My late husband Steven used to say
that my mind was like a vacuum cleaner.

Except when we were playing Scrabble.

I'll be right back with that dictionary.

Well done.

You just beat Lyndon
Johnson's record at finding the lock.

What exactly have I found?

The greatest secret in
the history of our country.

One step behind me.

Tell me this is a wine cellar.

I can assure you that it's not.

To your right, ma'am.

Who in God's name built this?

Anonymous patriots.

Ours is a nation born of unknown heroes.

Ah, here we are.

A history room.

Well, shut the front door.

Yes, ma'am.

Thank you.

Oh.

This is a superb copy of the
Constitution. Not a copy, ma'am.

The original.

This is the only complete document
containing Article 2, Section 5.

Article 2 only has four sections, Malcolm.

Section 5.

An agent of unknown identity is hereby
authorized to serve at the discretion of the

Vice President for the purpose of
aiding the Republic in times of dire peril.

So the vice president was some
kind of crisis manager of sorts?

Didn't it always seem strange to you
that the founding fathers gave the

second most important job in the
executive branch virtually no duties?

Yeah.

Section 5.

So, what is an agent of unknown identity?

Who, ma'am?

And we've always considered
Nathan Hale there to be the first.

His last words before the
British hanged him for espionage

have become a sort of credo for our group.

I regret that I have but one life.

I only regret that I have but
one life to lose for my country.

John Case at your
service, Madam Vice President.

No kidding?

No kidding.

So why report to me
instead of the president?

That's a great question, Malcolm.

Malcolm?

The Founding Fathers understood, ma'am,
that certain emergencies require the,

how shall I put it, the judicious
disregard for accepted legal formalities.

In English, the President
needs plausible deniability.

Some of the Founding
Fathers were lawyers, ma'am.

Okay, so how long do I have?

Come again?

How long do I have to learn my job
before I'm expected to run a mission?

You're in play now.

We will, of course, walk you
through this, Madam Vice President.

Divine in play.

We have discovered a new chaos
merchant on the international scene.

The recent nuclear accident in Marseille,

the unexpected rise in
guerrilla warfare in Nigeria,

and the suicide of the
Argentinian Prime Minister.

Those three things
have one thing in common.

Nicholas Volker.

Who's Nicholas Volker?

Nicholas Volker is the
most dangerous international

criminal since Carlos the Jackal.

My people have dubbed him the Fatality
Designer, and that's exactly what he does.

So why haven't you been able to
capture him yet? He's a ghost, sir.

No face.

No identity.

But now, thanks to an unknown source,

a key member of his
network is sitting in my jail.

Former Russian spy turned private
intelligence broker Olga Yelena Petrovka.

Born Kiev, 1982. Recruited as a
contortionist for the Moscow Circus, 1996.

By the age of 19, Olga
had already been mistress

to some of Russia's
most elite power players.

General Andrei Rokov,
Defense Minister Evgeny Moroshin,

and billionaire Anton Markov.

Well, you look at them.
They're coming to America, guys.

I didn't hear anything
from our friend Sheryl.

Kolba is kept in the
basement of the FBI headquarters.

Mr. President.

A word. About what?

The key, sir.

Listen, Natalie.

It's gonna take some time for
you to settle into your new house.

In the meantime, whatever you
learn in the privacy of that home,

Thank you, sir.

You wanted to see me, sir?

Have a seat, please.

Thank you.

I hope you like Girl Scout cookies.

I'm practically addicted
to the little mint devils.

Judge Thorne. Have a cookie. Okay.

Today, you approach the
president regarding your new duties.

Be advised, he will never
acknowledge the existence of Section 5 to you.

Ever.

And you must never bring
it up with him, either.

No matter how desperately
you may desire to do so.

President Eckhart has stepped out
of the circle, as you will someday.

So, how did you find out about Section 5?

One of the privileges of being Chief
Justice of the United States of America,

I am protector and guardian of every
statute and law that governs our republic.

As for Section 5, it is a legal
and vital part of our Constitution,

designed by our forefathers to
protect us in extraordinary circumstances.

Against all enemies, foreign and domestic.

Now you truly understand your
oath and the responsibilities

that you must bear alone and
never misuse for personal gain.

We're talking patriotism, not politics.

In times of crisis, we take
our hatchets and we bury them.

Into the backs of our real enemies.

Sir.

I have an email from my daughter. It's an
emergency. Probably got a B on her exam.

I got a B in college. I framed it
and sent it home. I'll see you.

Daddy?

If Volka Petrovka isn't released
by 3 a.m., they're gonna kill me.

And if you send anyone to rescue me,
they say they'll shoot me on the spot.

Whatever happens, I
love you and Mom so much.

Apologies, ma'am. You're
needed at the White House.

Ms. Petrovka.

I'm Special Agent Pritchett.

Thank God.

You can get me a cigarette.

You're not at Four Seasons anymore, Olga.

I'm not freaking room service.

But I see the back right there.

I'm afraid you don't understand. You
wouldn't like me very much without a cigarette.

I get irritable.

No, you don't understand.

You belong to me now, Olga. You smoke.

When I say you smoke.

Now, where'd your
people take Missy Stanton?

The girl, Olga.

Like this, huh?

You like watching me smoke.

Actually, it's thoroughly aggravating.

No more, you smart.

I know something you don't know.

What's that?

I'm double-jointed.

I warned him. I get irritable.

See, that's exactly why I quit
smoking. Oddly enough, now I want to start.

These idiots underestimated Olga.

Everybody
underestimated her. That's her edge.

She had a plan.

She has accomplices.

Well, given the speed of the
situation, Olga must have had help.

So what about local contacts?

That's my man. You
know, you trained him well.

He was a quick study.

We combed our databases, searching for
persons of interest residing within the D.C.

area, focusing on those who
might have some sort of tie to Olga.

Our old friend, Olga's former
lover, billionaire Anton Markov.

Billionaire.

Isn't that Russian? Or a friend of Putin?

We immediately tapped his cell
phone and we captured this exchange.

Like all good citizens, Anton has
spyware detection on his cell phone,

so it shut off immediately.

You checked with the
Russian ambassador? Of course.

He claims that his crack security team
has scoured every inch of the embassy.

No, Missy.

He's lying.

Probably, but the only
way we could prove it

would be to search the embassy ourselves.

That would require... Would require an
invitation from the lying Russian ambassador,

and we might as well ask for the
keys to the Kremlin while we're at it.

Clearly, the only real hope for saving
my daughter in time is to hand over Olga.

That's your only hope, Sarah.

Which we can never do.

Listen, you do not give up hope.

You never give up hope. Come on, sir.

You know that everyone in
this room will do whatever

is in their power to get Missy back.

We're in play.

Madam Vice President, you broke
Truman's record for shortest training period.

Lucky me.

Olga Petrov is... Well,
you already know that.

My job is to be ready when you are, ma'am.

A young girl's life is at stake,
and I have no idea what I'm doing.

Malcolm said we're gonna walk
you through this whole thing.

Well, we better run, because
Missy Stanton is dead in two hours.

Gentlemen, what have we got? Help!

Shut up!

You've done missions like this before?

Yes, ma'am. And they've been successful?

Not always, ma'am.

Percentage of a positive outcome?

We have a 30, 35% chance. 20%
tops. So what would you advise?

I'm afraid we can't
answer that question, ma'am.

I get it.

This is my job.

It's my decision to make.

Alone.

Really?

Is he wearing some kind of
body camera or something?

Yes, ma'am. It's a small
button. The all-seeing eye.

Who are you?

I'm a friend of Missy Stanton's.

Check it out. It's a million bucks.

That looks quite a bit more.

I love this part. Like watching
a bug hit a speeding windshield.

It's not for you.

It's not for you, boy.

He works for me now.

That's my Rolex, you son of a bitch!

You're not gonna need it anymore, Eitan.

I will double his offer.

My name is Leo.

He is best.

Get yourself dressed. You're my
invitation to the Russian embassy.

John, there's something on his shoes.

What is it with women and shoes?

It says a lot about who you
are and where you've been.

Looks like they're covered
in concrete dust and mud.

It's Markov's business in the States.

Looks like mostly commercial real
estate, business parks, hotels.

Oh, wait a minute.

We were wrong. They didn't take Missy to
the Russian embassy, not the existing one.

She's being held at the future embassy
site. Unfortunately, completed or not,

the Russian construction site
still enjoys diplomatic protection.

So, so what do we do?

Means we go ugly.

What does that mean?

Judicious disregard for
accepted legal formalities.

Yeah, yes, yes!

Let's get Olga. Where's Olga? Did
you find her? We don't know, sir.

I look better in black.

Strip.

Antonov, the limousine is here.

Good to see you again.

Shut the door.

Got it? We just downloaded a
backdoor into their security system.

We own it now, turning
off all recording, erasing

their hard drive. It never existed, John.

What's going on?

Your father doesn't love you.

She's going to need a ride.

John, I am sending an encrypted
email to St. Mary's Hospital.

Their location is two
clicks from your position.

Estimate the time of
arrival, three minutes.

I say again, ETA, three mics, how copy?

ETA, three mics, copy that.

Where am I headed? Elevator
near the northeast corner.

Don't kill him! Don't kill him!

What are you doing?

Improvising.

Seriously?

Well, Plan B is dying.

Come on.

Ah!

Careful. You did good.
See that? That's for you.

You're running that.

What about you?

Forget me.

Forget you?

There's someone in the elevator.

John Holka is in the elevator.

There's an inbound helo coming no
doubt to pick her up. Of course there is.

You know, Olga, you raised the
definition of hymenus to a whole new level.

And yet?

You know, Olga, I
think that we need to take

a break and hurt other people for a while.

Welcome to command.

Mrs. Safe, all those
back-in-her-cage at the FBI, we did okay.

Now we gotta save her
every victory, big and small.

That's the good part.

The man who saved you, honey.

Did you get a good look at him?

Nicholas, darling, what's
the next plan to get me out?

You're holding it.

Volker's here.