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— Previously on «The Assets»…

— My name is Aldrich Ames.

— I work for the CIA.

— Our dead drop was intercepted
two days ago in Moscow.

— Last night, we learned with certainty

— that our asset had been executed.

Wallace: — We’ve lost more
assets in the last three months

— than at practically any
other time in our history.

— You keep everything in
your life separate…

— work, family, assets.

— They have an in to the agency,
Art. They’ve cracked us.

Aldrich: — A KGB colonel
defected today in Rome.

— I’m his initial debrief.

— He’ll know me!!

— There is a mole in the CIA!

— If there is a mole…

— It would explain how we’ve lost our assets.

— – I must go to Canada.
— Who is the mole?

— He’s a man with drinking problems.

— Pull out every file we’ve
got on Edward Lee Howard!

— We have a verified traitor

— who may know the name of every
single one of these people.

— There’s two of us.

— Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.

— Blessed art thou amongst women,

— and blessed is the
fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

— Holy Mary, mother of God,

— pray for us sinners now and
at the hour of death. Amen.

— GT Vanquish?

— When we lose an asset, I, uh…

— someone from this side
should mourn their passing.

— Congratulations on your promotion.

— You deserve it.
— Thank you.

— What time’s the FBI liaison meeting?

— He’s waiting in the office.

— So, how long’s it been since you, uh…

— What? Been to mass?

— Uh-huh.
— What’s the date today?

— The 14th. 20 years.

— Agent Waters, meet Arthur O’Neill,

— our new Chief of Counterintelligence.

Waters: — If you knew
Howard was a security risk,

— why did you wait so long to contact us?

— We can’t prove Howard was
behind the compromises,

— but he was pipelined to go to Moscow

— right before he was fired.

— Based on our review, he not only fits

— the defector’s profile of the traitor,

— but he had access, opportunity, and motive.

— We can assume he was read
in on dead-drop protocols,

— technical programs, high-placed assets.

— You can assume that, yes.

— Which is exactly why
we need to move quickly.

— Now, we’ve set up a blanket recon plan…

— Misur and tesur taps in his house,

— 24-hour undercover surveillance.

Arthur: — You have no idea
who you’re dealing with.

— Edward Lee Howard is out of your league.

— Well, I assure you, Arthur,

— our surveillance teams are
the best in the business,

— and Howard’s a two-bit drunk.

— He’s also a genius who aced

— every counter-surveillance
test we threw at him.

— We even trained his damn wife.

— You’ll never catch him in the act.

— FBI’s got the experience
so why don’t you pack up

— all of this stuff?
— Oh, I don’t want to hear this anymore.

— Gentlemen!

— I’m sure the FBI has this under control.

— Hmm?

— Please… keep us posted, won’t you?

— Thank you.

— Why the hell are we letting the FBI

— go after one of our guys?

— It’s our mess. We clean it up.

— Because they have the power
to arrest people and we don’t.

— Or have you forgotten our charter?

— We’re asking for trouble.

— They’re gonna come in here…
— Art!

— This comes straight from the director.

— He wants Howard’s head on a stick,

— and he wants it yesterday.

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— [speaking Russian]

— [TV chatter]

— Idiot!

— Colonel, we’re ready for you downstairs.

— We’re not through with the questions.

— Time to start your debrief.

— My trip to Montreal…
is it happening soon?

— Uh, we’re working on that.

— You said that before.

— It’s not exactly an easy request.

— You know, crossing international lines

— with a foreign defector is…

— well, it’s, uh… it’s a lot of red tape.

— Tape?

— Yeah. That’s just…
— It’s safer if you stay here.

— And what if I refuse to
continue with the debriefings?

— What would you do?

— Shoot me like a dog?

— This is America. We don’t do that here.

— Oh, God.

— I need every transmission from Top Hat

— in the last five years.

— He went dark five years ago.

— He stopped direct communication,

— but he’s still been writing
for Russian hunting magazines.

— I think he may be sending us messages.

— Cryptography’s been through
those articles a million times.

— I want to make it a million and one.

— They’re in about a dozen different areas

— all across the building.

— Did you know my husband, Gary,

— has season tickets to the Rredskins…

— with an extra seat we use for friends?

— Fine. I will do it.

— Thank you.

— [Sighs]

Reporter: — The Pentagon is acknowledging

— for the first time

— that the Soviet Union now
has more nuclear warheads

— in its arsenal than does the U.S.

— Prior to this time…

— The Soviets are bluffing.

— They couldn’t hit the side of a barn.

— [Ed laughs]

— Something funny?

— Besides having so much
nuclear firepower, however,

— many experts say…

— Just you don’t know what
you’re talking about.

— Well, actually, pal, I work at Grumman,

— so I can say with confidence

— that the U.S. could obliterate
those pinkos anytime, anywhere.

— Then tell me, how are we gonna do that?

— With the best damn military
in the world, that’s how.

— So, your version of
«obliterating those pinkos,»

— no doubt, would involve a sea attack.

— Of course, our 96 subs
will face a rude awakening

— when they confront the
Soviet fleet, 480 strong.

— You’re making these numbers up.
— Am I?

— Then let’s play out the land scenario.

— The Soviets have 5.3 million
active-duty troops to our 2.1,

— 57,000 tanks to our 12,000.

— Fine, so, we push the button,
wipe out the whole damn country.

— Ah, the famous nuclear-war fantasy,

— the one where both sides
unload their stockpiles

— and, within hours,

— the vast majority of the
world is engulfed in fire,

— smoke clouds block out 70%
of the world’s sunlight,

— temperatures drop 30 degrees,

— and all life on earth
as we know it is over.

— Is that the future
you’re looking forward to?

— [Dog barking]

— Think you’re smart?

— See how smart you look with
my fist down your throat.

— [Gun cocks]

— [Gasps]

— Or we can see how smart you look

— with part of your anatomy missing.

— Okay. All right.

— Just… just… just take it easy.

— [Breathing heavily]

— [Camera shutter clicks]
— Or how about I just blow your head off?

— You don’t seem to use
it that much, so why not?

— Huh?

— O… okay, man, just calm down.

— Don’t tell me to calm down!

— Please, dude.

— [Camera shutter clicks]

— [Door opens, closes]

Mary: — Ed, what are you doing?

— What’s going on? Talk to me.

— We’re being watched.

— This is every magazine Top Hat wrote for

— in the last five years?

— That box is just 1980.

— [Grunts]

— This one’s ’81 through
’82, ’83 through ’84.

— Happy hunting.

— [Scoffs]

— [Sighs]

— Colonel, how are you today?

— A little pick-me-up, courtesy of Uncle Sam.

Aldrich: — If you’re willing to
continue the debriefing sessions,

— the CIA will pay you a
lump sum of $1,000,000,

— and that’s tax free.

— Plus an annual salary of $62,500.

— A bribe.

— Because you can’t get me to Montreal.

— If was just handed a million bucks,

— that’s not the first place I’d want to go.

— Vegas. Paris, maybe.

— Colonel, these things take time.

— There must be something you’ve
always wanted to splurge on…

— women, cars, exotic herbal tea.

— I have never seen… color TV before.

— Let’s get this man a television.

— We can do that.

— Mr. Robert is not the only
leak in the U.S. government.

— You have compromised
sources in your naval system,

— in the National Security Agency.

— Do not underestimate the KGB.

— They play many moves ahead.

— Got a minute?

— Mm-hmm.

— He wrote a recipe for coot.

— It’s a game bird, like a moorhen.

— Oh, right. A moorhen.

— I’m still worried about Polyakov.

— Most of his articles are
about big-game hunting.

— This is about cooking. It doesn’t fit.

— I think he’s trying to send us a signal.

— Sandy, cryptography
already looked at these.

— They’re missing something.

— I want your permission to
take a few days, run this down.

— [Sighs]

— Well, if it turns out to be just a recipe,

— do I get a dinner invite?

— [Rattling]

— I think we made an excellent choice.

— This puppy has
cable-compatible quartz tuning

— with 350 lines of resolution,

— integral contrast enhancement filter,

— and it was a steal at 1,500 bucks.

— What makes this one better
than the other one in the store?

— Well, it…

— Nothing, really.

— Well, why do you have so many?

— Well…
— Americans like choice.

— Choice? Mm.
— Yeah.

— One TV, another TV…

— Reagan, Carter, they are all the same.

— Democracy is an illusion, a
mask to deceive the proletariat

— into believing that they have free will.

— I’ll go set it up in your room.

— So, if you believe all that, why defect?

— Hmm?

— Why risk your life, betray the KGB,

— just to come here to the
world’s biggest supermarket?

— Money?

— Revenge?

— I am dying.

— I have cancer. I tell you.

— Three different oncologists say
you have an ulcer, colonel…

— an ulcer.

— When I was an officer in
Washington, Rezidentura,

— I met a woman.

— She was beautiful. I fell in love.

— When we returned to Moscow,
we could not be together.

— She was married to
high-rank Soviet diplomat.

— But I must see her again…

— … before I die.

— She lives in Montreal.

— Da.

— Let me talk to my boss,

— see if we can’t, um… expedite things.

— [Static]

— [Radio chatter]

— What’s going on?

— Shh.
— [Coos]

— [Radio chatter]

— No! What are you doing?

— Okay, first of all, if
the feds are following you,

— they’re not gonna use
local police frequencies.

— Besides, isn’t this all a little much?

— I need to find out why they’re watching me.

— Oh, so you’re gonna spend all
your time playing super spy,

— tear up the phones, never leave the house?

— We… we can’t live like this.

— Ed, I can’t live like this.

— You’re right.

— Hey!

— I’m ready to talk.

— I’m sorry.

— I’m afraid you have me
mistaken for someone else.

— I’m not mistaken.

— I’m not mistaken!

— I’ve never seen you before.

— But all of a sudden, y… you’re out here

— across from my house
gathering firewood 24/7.

— And the guy in the canoe?

— I’m assuming you’re both FBI, right?

— You seem like a nice young man,

— but I don’t know what you…

— [radio static]

— Be at the High-Country Hotel and Suites,

— Monday, 9:00 A.M., room 117.

Ed: — Let me guess.

— The agency nabbed some A-list defector.

— He’s in a safe house in
Arlington blabbing names

— and somebody matching
my description came up,

— so the CIA sent you guys
out here to rattle my cage.

— All right, let’s say, hypothetically,

— that we do have an inside source

— and he fingered you as a Soviet asset.

— You were never even sent to Moscow.

— How could the KGB know your name?

— You know, it’s ironic.

— You call these defectors «heroes,»

— men who’ve betrayed their country.

— Then you turn around and
accuse me of the same thing.

— But with me, you call it «treason.»

— So you’re saying you’re a hero

— for selling secrets to our enemy?

— No.

— I’m not saying that
because I did no such thing.

— Would you be willing to prove
that by taking a polygraph?

— Look, Edward,

— you were the one who wanted
to talk to us, remember?

— If you cooperate,

— we can drop all this tough-guy stuff

— and just get to the bottom
of what really happened.

— And if I don’t?

Waters: — We get a warrant to turn
over every inch of your life.

— We talk to your wife, your
friends, your employer.

— We crawl so far up your backside,

— you won’t walk straight for a year.

— You need to tell us, Ed.

— Have you passed secrets to the KGB?

— [Clock ticking]

— [Whistle blows]

— Uh, excuse me. Hi.

— I don’t want to be a busybody,

— but… I could swear

— I just saw that guy over there

— stuff something into his pocket.

— Thank you.

— [Panting]

— Sir?

— Nice surveillance move
yesterday in the store.

— It was clever, especially from a rookie.

— I’m the best rookie the CIA’s ever had.

— Not everyone considers
arrogance a strength, son.

— My tests were off the charts…

— recruitment, marksmanship, coms,

— my counter-surveillance score
was the highest in two decades.

— I’m ready.

— If you pass your polygraph,

— you can tell your wife
you’re moving to Moscow.

— Whoo!

Man: — Is your name Edward Lee Howard?

— Starting with the hardballs, huh?

— «Yes» or «no» answers, please.

— Yes.

— Are you currently attempting

— to overthrow the United States government?

— No.

— Since working for the CIA,
have you used illegal drugs?

— No.

— Since starting to work for the CIA,

— have you ever abused alcohol to excess?

— Well, I kind of tied one on last night,

— you know, to celebrate.
— «Yes» or «no» answers, please.

— No.

— Would you say you have a problem
with drug or alcohol abuse?

— No.

— Please wait here a moment.

— This is all because of
a little booze and dope?

Callan: — A little?

— Do you want me to show you the tox screens?

— I mean, come on.

— I… if… if you
rejected every case officer

— who drank too much, you…
you’d have an empty building.

— [Pen scratches]

— [Gunshot]

— Ed?

— Ed?!

— [Sighs]

— Where have you been all week?

— Here and there.

— I went to D.C.,

— almost walked into the Soviet consulate.

— The stuff I know, Mary, I
could do some serious damage.

— I could bring Langley to its knees.

— You’re drinking too much.

— You need to talk to
someone, a professional.

— ’Cause I’m afraid, Ed, for you.

— Don’t worry, Mary.

— I’ll be fine. All right?

— I got it all planned out.

— Danke.

— Ah.

— Danke.

— [Siren wails]

— [Clock ticking]

— You want to know… if I
passed secrets to the KGB.

— Well, I’ll tell you.

— It’s none of your damn business.

— You want to ask more
questions, call my lawyer.

— D.C.I. wants an after-action
report on Howard.

— You’re kidding.

— An after-action report saying what?

— We caught the bad guy. Freedom
and democracy prevailed.

— Howard lawyered up. We got nothing.

— You know that as well as I do.
— Hey, patience, Art.

— Give the FBI a few more days.

— I’m not a patient man.

— Hey!

— I’m going to Howard.
— Art!

— Seriously.

— Put two guys and take him a room,

— real nice, nothing nasty,

— and we’ll talk to him like
we did in the old days.

— Oh, set aside the minor
detail that it’s illegal

— for the CIA to spy on U.S. citizens.

— You’re concerned about the
constitutional rights of a traitor?

— Yes, I am, actually.

— You are not a field officer anymore.

— You cannot just hop onto a plane

— when you get an itch for some spy work.

— [Sighs]

— After-action report by end of day.

— [Insects chirping]

— [Cranking]

— Is the sitter here yet?

— Five minutes.

— [Coos]

— Can’t you stay and fight?

— How do you think that would go?

— One man against the CIA and
their billions of dollars?

— [Chuckles]

— In a year or two, you and Lee can join me.

— We’ll be together.

— It’s almost 7:00.

— We need to move.

Waters: — Target’s mobile.

— Back driveway. Car two, you got a visual?

Ganthier: — Stand by.

— Affirmative.

— [Engine turns over]

— We have a tail.

— It’s when you don’t see
them you have to worry.

— They’ve made me. Should I pull back?

— Negative. You just stay on visual.

— Ugh.

— Damn it.

— [Tires squealing]

— Oak Lane. This is it.

— I love you, Ed.

— Mary.

— I’m sorry.

— [Horn blares]

— Damn it!

— I lost him. Stand by.

— What do you mean, you
lost him? Un-lose him!

— Never mind.

— I got him.

— [Breathing heavily]

— Edward Lee Howard fled the country.

— Could we have the room, please?

— Next week, he’ll be on a
parade float in Red Square.

— Russians played us like a damn puppet show!

— Do you realize how many secrecy
protocols you just broke?

— You have no idea what their clearance is.

— Our assets are dead,

— and the traitor who
killed them is scot-free.

— Howard already told the
Soviets everything he knows.

— What if he’s not the only one?

— Let it go, Art.

— The D.C.I. wants us to focus
on cultivating new assets.

— Screw the D.C.I.!

— [Sighs]

— One more outburst like
that, and I will start

— termination proceedings
against you immediately.

— You’re not 25 anymore.

— You’re not some operative
running down dark alleys

— complaining about management decisions.

— You are management.

— Do your job…

— or you will lose it.

— You look like a million bucks.

— Break a leg.

— You kind of like him, don’t you?

— We have a lot in common.

— We’re both die-hard romantics.

— Vitaly.

— [Chuckles]

— [Speaks Russian]

— [Sighs] Not good.

— Hmm.

— Did it fly into your windshield?

— [Sighs] It’s a common coot.

— They don’t live around here.

— Had it shipped in.

— What are you gonna do with it?

— [Sizzling]

— [Glass clinks]

— [Door opens, closes]

Gary: — Hey.
— Hey.

— Hi, honey.

— Whoa.

— Probably better not to ask, huh?

— [Indistinct conversations]

— I need to go to toilet.

— It’s not your fault.

— Move.

— [Gasps] Move!

— [Gasps]

— [Murmuring]

— Damn it.

— [Camera shutters clicking]

— Vitaly Yurchenko, Vitaly Yurchenko,

— can you tell us, why did you
re-defect to the Soviet Union?

— Did… did the KGB make you do this, sir?

— Do you speak English?

— [Indistinct shouting]

— My name is Vitaly Yurchenko.

— I was in Rome…

— working for KGB…

— … when I was abducted
with force by Americans,

— agents of Central Intelligence Agency.

— They drugged me.

— They put me in a car,

— take me to airport, and fly me to America.

— And I was tortured…

— over and over again, repeatedly.

Reporter: — The Yurchenko case
may hurt the CIA for some time.

— Why did he do it?

— Ames says he was depressed,
something about a woman.

— President Reagan may order
an investigation of the matter

— and quotes an administration official…

— [Sighs]

— … as saying junior CIA officers

— should not be exclusively blamed.

— It’s the senior people’s fault.

— [Footsteps approaching]

— I know this sounds crazy.

— Oh, that’s always a promising opening.

— This isn’t just a recipe for coot.

— It’s also a formula for invisible ink.

— Top Hat was trying to reestablish contact.

— He was telling us to send
a letter to the editor,

— questions for Polyakov about his article.

— But we would write a hidden
message to him in invisible ink.

— [Inhales sharply] Hmm.

— Gonna go with your first instinct… crazy.

— Art.

— We have no reason to
believe he’s reaching out.

— What if it’s a coot recipe?

— But I did the work.

— It’s…
— No, i… it’s too risky.

— What if he never gets the letter?

— What if it’s a trap

— and they’re just waiting
for proof of his treason?

— What if he’s quietly retired
and all we do is alert the KGB?

— My hands are tied.
There’s nothing I can do.

— Is this about Yurchenko?

— Go away, Grimes.

— Have you lost your nerve?
Is that what’s going on?

— Because the Art O’Neill I know

— would kick and scream until
the problem was solved.

— I’m management now, the seventh floor.

— Oh, screw the seventh
floor and screw management.

— Oh, you know what?

— You’ve been working for
me too long. [Chuckles]

— What the hell happened to you?

— [Sighs]

— Thank you for coming in on short notice.

— You can probably guess
why I brought you here.

— The agency has suffered too
many losses over the last year.

— Every one of them is tragic.

— But taken as a whole, they are
an irrefutable call to action.

— We’ll have to rebuild
protocols, cultivate new assets,

— lock down the chain of information.

— There’s no telling the extent of the damage

— Edward Lee Howard inflicted.

— Did Howard cause these losses?

— We can’t be sure.

— But we have to be sure.

— And don’t forget Arthur O’Neill’s
law of counterintelligence.

— Over time, there is an actuarial
certainty of more breaches.

— People will sell you out.

— That’s why I’m inaugurating a task force.

— So…

— the four of us will work
as individually as we can.

— But I’m bringing in one officer
whose only job it will be

— to investigate how we lost these people.

— And that officer is?

— [Clock ticking]

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