All language subtitles for The.Agency.2024.S02E07.Drown.Him.Then.Throw.Him.a.Lifejacket.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-Kitsune

You have to believe me. Please.

Stop, stop, stop, stop.
Wait, wait, wait.

Wait, wait.

Is Owen okay?

He's alive.

The Popeye file

has just become category one.

Focus efforts on getting closer.

We already know
he's interested in you.

I called for your execution.

Bosko favors resurrection.

He trusts you. I do not.

Viking's running

a sophisticated,
large-scale international op,

turning diamonds
into geopolitical control.

This guy's like us.

Trained by professionals.

* tense music *

It's Blair. Can we meet?

Southwark Cathedral.

Congratulations, Brandon.

You're officially a ghost.

* "Love is Blindness"
by Jack White playing *

* Love is blindness *

* I don't want to see *

* Won't you wrap the night *

* Around me *

* Oh, my heart *

* Love is blindness *

* Blindness *

* Love is blindness *

* I don't want to see *

* Won't you wrap the night *

* Around me, yeah *

* Oh *

* My love *

* Love is blindness *

* Oh, love is blindness *

* Oh, blow out the candle *

* Blindness *

* Rachmaninoff's
"Blessed Is the Man" playing *

***

Sami.

We're in a church.

A Muslim and an atheist.
Who cares?

I'm followed everywhere.

I know.

They have my family.

- Let me help you.
- No one can help me.

I have a plan.

Who is here with you in London?

There is a man.
They call him Saeed.

An Emirati.

He's a spy like you.

* uneasy music *

Saeed had them lead me
into a courtyard.

They put a gun
to the back of my head

and they pulled the trigger.

When I think of our days
and nights together in Addis...

Who were those people?

They're here, now.

Not me.

I didn't survive
what they did to me.

Blair,
can I speak to you for a second?

What's up?

Does the agency know
you organized a meeting

between Sami and me?

No.

When do you plan to tell them?

Are you kidding?

Do you realize what you've done?

I thought I was
doing you a favor.

You initiated contact
between a target

and an agent
under investigation. Why?

Out of personal initiative?

Did any superior know about it?

- You're my superior.
- I'm under suspicion.

I-I thought you'd be pleased.

You have to tell Bosko.

- Fucking...
- There are rules.

They exist to protect you,
the mission, the Company.

Fuck.

Sorry.

Listen very carefully.

This is precisely
what you'll say,

word for word.

***

Okay. Go ahead.

You were aware

I was looking into the NGO

that obtained
Dr. Samia Zahir's release?

To assess for possible
foreign influence?

Yes, no.
What are you talking about?

Samia guessed I was Company.

There's a surprise.

Then what?

She asked to see Martian?

Yeah.

And you told Martian.

Yes.

Okay.
Well, congratulations.

This is a whole new scale
of fuckup, even for you.

From now on, you report to me

on anything to do
with Samia Zahir.

Martian's not involved anymore.
You understand?

You know if they made contact?

I don't know.
I think so.

You do?
'Cause I think so, too.

She asked me for protection.

From whom?

Osman Abdel-Aziz.

High-ranking Sudanese agent

and liaison
between UAE intelligence,

the Saudis, the Chinese
and his own agency.

Fucker's back in London?

I don't know how long
he's been here, but, uh--

Okay, we're done.
You can go.

You did the right thing.

Don't get me wrong, you're
still a terrible fucking agent,

but it shows...

Actually, just go, go.

There were these two
locations and they were kind of

the same data as this one
that we found here.

Oh, one second.

Hello?

Are you a witch?

Damn. You got me.

I'm not talking

Harry Potter,
I'm talking Macbeth.

Are you high?

High on whatever magic
you've unleashed.

Oh, whoa, whoa, hey.
Whoa, slow down.

This weekend,

I have to go to Bahrain.

Energy conference.

Dad can't make it,
I'm taking his place.

Come with me.

Five-star hotel, champagne,
caviar, hot tub.

You want me to jump
on a flight to Bahrain tonight?

No, I'm friends
with the son of the sultan.

He's sending his plane.

The prince of Brunei?

Yeah, he's a good friend
of mine. He was at Columbia

when I was at Cornell.

I can introduce you.
You'll like him.

Okay, Romeo.

Deal.

Hassan's going
to some conference in Bahrain.

He's invited Gremlin.

Yeah, we know.
We're all over it.

Can I have a word?

Sure.

To be continued.

What's up?

Who's the influencer?

Uh, Katie? Well,
she's just there to hook him,

then someone else
will do the pitch.

Craig.

- Did you choose this girl?
- How is that relevant?

See, this is why
men shouldn't be allowed

to choose a honey trap.

You want someone
who is plausible.

You jealous?

Spycraft is harder
than this, Craig.

You drop Katie into a conference
full of bored execs,

you draw heat
that won't go away.

Don't fuck up months
of Gremlin's precision work.

Come up with a real approach.

I'm running this recruitment.
Not you.

Then get it right.

You go.
You do it.

Fine.
I hear you.

Still on for dinner tonight?

Eight o'clock.

* pulsing music *

The diamond supply chain starts

in the mountains
of Central African Republic.

In exchange
for propping up weak regimes,

the government
has gradually ceded control

of their most valuable resources
to the Russians.

Valhalla activity
focused around the Agbado mine

before it was depleted
and operations there ceased.

They're now pulling stones
out of four other mines,

in Koki, here in Naidok
and Yanga and in Daima.

All these regions
are banned from export

by the Kimberley Process,

so Valhalla smuggles diamonds
onto the world market

through a wholesale dealer
based in the diamond quarter

of Antwerp.

This man.

Mikkel de Bruyne.

He cuts rough diamonds

and fakes paperwork to say
they originated in South Africa,

Australia or Canada,

before selling the largest

and most valuable stones
into the supply chain

to other wholesalers

where they're
further legitimized

by new invoices
from those other companies.

Somewhere in this chain,

or in the return cash flow,
we find a weakness.

A weak link to insert an agent
or recruit an asset

who puts us next to Viking.

Follow money. Follow people.

Push hard.

Happy hunting.

Pop, I'm sorry.

I only just got your message.

You forgot.

I feel like an idiot.

Don't say that.

You're making it worse.

Okay.

I found that when I was waiting.

You don't know what it is,
do you?

Christmas present.
Last year.

It's the journal I sent you,
and it's completely blank.

- No, it's not.
- Yeah, it is.

It's not. Look.

Well, you know what they say.
Write what you know.

End of the month,

Lake District,
I'll rent a cottage.

We'll hike up Scafell Pike.

Yeah. We don't do
anything like that, ever.

Which is why I want to start.

Seriously.
You and me, end of the month.

End of the month would be nice.

Or the next month
or the one after.

Or why don't we just
get some Thai food right now?

I can't.
I have a physio appointment.

You just got home.
Cancel it.

Pop, I can't.
It's mandatory.

* somber music *

How are you feeling, Mr. Colby?

How's the leg?

Pretty much the same.

Any pain?

Just the usual.

* unsettling music *

Okay.
Uh, well,

let me take a look at that.

I'm sure we can loosen it up.

Hmm.

- How's that?
- Yeah, a little higher.

Yep.

On a scale
of one to ten, how's the pain?

Seven.

There?

Right there.

Numbness?

No.

Just pain.

There.

That's enough.

In order
to achieve lasting results,

it's gonna require
more commitment

and cooperation
with this process.

Actually,
I feel a whole lot better.

Pretty much as good as new.

These things take time.

- Pain I can live with.
- It's not short-term pain

that's the problem.

Some actions can lead
to permanent disability.

Good to know.

In order
to achieve lasting results,

it's gonna require
more commitment

and cooperation
with this process.

Actually,
I feel a whole lot better.

- Pretty much as good as new.

These things take time.

- Tom's here.
- Pain I can live with.

It's not short-term
pain that's the problem.

Some actions can lead
to permanent disability.

CCTV of the entrances
to New Square,

right next
to Lincoln's Inn Fields,

um, one hour either side
of when Martian went in and out.

What did you find?

That's James Richardson
from SIS.

Came in seven minutes
after Martian.

Left in his car
through the west gate

four minutes before Martian.

* ominous music *

Thank you, Tom.

Uh, I-I don't want
to overstep here,

- but--
- Then don't.

This doesn't leave my office.
You understand?

* I've got some habits *

* Even I can't explain... *

Well, well.

So...

...I saw your interview on TV.

You're a natural, huh?

* Why try to change me now? *

At doing what I'm told?

At, uh, making our life easier.

* I sit and daydream... *

I'm joking.

I actually enjoyed it.

- Yeah?
- Mm.

Makes me very happy.

Okay, I need to get ready.

Rahman is taking me to dinner.

I will leave you here.

* dark music *

Nils Jansen.

Junior exec
at Frederik Samuels, Antwerp.

Thirty-six, married, two kids.

Oh, my God.

A skim of texts and emails

paints the picture
of a biblical philanderer.

He cheats on his wife.
Online hookups, prostitutes.

Yeah?

Nils is also a gambling addict

with multiple
overdrawn accounts.

Highlights include owing 250,000
to a London bookie

for a single bet
at a U.K. soccer match.

So, you're still alive.

Tommy.
I was just about to call you.

You listen to me,
Dick Van Dutch-boy,

before I come over there and
nail you to a fucking windmill.

Tom, I'm not Dutch, I'm German,
and I've got your money.

- You'll--
- "Trust me, Tommy."

"I know what I'm doing, Tommy."

I'll tell you what you're doing.

Earning a pair of concrete clogs
for your Kraut feet.

Okay.

And to plug the hole,

Nils is pilfering gemstones
from his employers.

He evades tax,
illegally pushing offshore

whatever he doesn't invest in
class A's, hookers and gambling.

And last but not least,

Nils has a 300 euro a day
cocaine problem.

I never seen
so many handles on anyone.

The guy's perfect.

Dr. Blake?

Nils Jansen is chaotic,
unreliable and self-serving,

thus, almost entirely
unpredictable.

So, how do we take
a loose cannon

and strap him to the deck?

We find the hole in his soul.

The one he's trying to fill
with coke, hookers and gambling.

Nils is on
a risk-reward treadmill.

Feed the monkey,
lead the monkey.

So, wait, this, uh...

this works, or...?

I made a promise to Owen
we'd get Crawford.

This guy...

I don't know.

Can he hold it together long
enough to stand next to Viking?

Dr. Blake.

I have a question.

It's great to have
your experience on this,

but that's not
the reason you're here.

That's not a question.

You here to spy on me?

Henry sent me.

Hello, Henry.

Henry has a question.

Well, come on.
I'm dying to know.

What is the nature
of your relationship

with British intelligence
officer James Richardson?

* portentous music *

James is a friend.

Wow.

What?

Nothing.

- Fuck off.
- No, I mean it.

Nothing.

I ambushed you
to see what you were hiding,

and you've given me nothing.

Not so much as a beat.

It's a perfect ten.

Which, curiously, is the exact
same as telling the truth.

When did you last see him?

About a month ago.

He was in the building
for some reason,

came by my office for a coffee.

Just like old friends.

Tell me.

Is this part
of a formal investigation

or is Henry crossing T's?

I'm not at liberty to say.

But you're right, you could be
telling me the truth.

Or not.

Either way,

for someone who's been
doing this as long as I have...

...it's pretty fucking exciting.

Like watching da Vinci
paint the Mona Lisa.

Am I still under investigation?

Good morning.
How about those Yankees, huh?

'Cause I got
the strong impression

I'd been fully reinstated
on this team.

There's no investigation.

Well, tell Henry that.

You know what Henry's like.

- A dog with a bone.
- Yeah.

I used to love that about him
till I woke up in his teeth.

I'll talk to him.

So, where are we at with Viking?

I need cash.

- Hit me.
- Two hundred, tops.

- Fuck off.
- I got to go to Antwerp

and flip a coke addict.

I didn't hear that.

I'll give you 150.

Take it out of the, uh,
the Irish account.

And in other news...

...you met with Samia Zahir?

How'd you know about that?

How do you think
I got this fancy office?

* slow, tense music *

She's scared.

She wants out.

So?

She's become close

to a high-ranking
intelligence agent

who works as a hinge
between the Chinese,

the Russians,
the UAE and the RSF.

Osman Abdel-Aziz.

What if his RSF friends
found out

Osman had requested
political asylum in the U.K.?

They'll think he used
this whole London mission

with Samia just to set up
his own defection.

Maybe even fabricated
the entire trip

for that very reason.

They'd want to kill him.

That's where we step in,
offering protection.

Let him know he can turn to us.

Wow.

- What?
- It's just...

When you want someone fucked
over, you really go for it.

Should I warn Henry?

Of course.

And until then,
I will continue to deliver

a peak performance
for my superiors.

- This your suitcase, ma'am?
- Yes.

- Could you follow me, please?
- Why? Is-is there a problem?

Not at all, Dr. Zahir.

Actually, more of a solution.

* slow, suspenseful music *

Come on.

* mysterious music *

Where are you taking me?

Relax. You're safe.

I need your phone
and your electronics.

My laptop is in my case.

The trunk's shielded.

You'll get it all back once
we put 'em through the wash.

Hello, this is Dr. Samia Zahir.

- Please leave a message.

Hello?

That's not why I'm calling.

- Then what?
- Come to the embassy, now.

- We're waiting for you.
- Okay, what's going on?

Saeed, tell me what's happening.

Saeed...

They stopped.

They're moving again.

That's the driver.

Don't let him get too far ahead.

Shit.

Come on, Dalaga, pick up.

Osman. How can I help?

I need to see you.

- Why?
- Now.

Come to my hotel.
Midday tomorrow.

No, now.

You remember
where we met last time?

Remember?

One hour.

***

Osman!

- Dalaga.
- Good to see you, my friend.

Saeed's office, uh, called me.

For what?

They all pretended
to be shocked,

but I sensed, uh,
something else.

They envy you.

Uh, perhaps we-we all do.

Now, Dalaga,
what are you talking about?

Your request
for political asylum.

What request?

The one you submitted here,
in London.

The one that
is about to be granted

- by the British Home Office.
- I never asked for asylum.

What bullshit is this?

Ah, Osman!

They have the file.

I hear it is, uh, well-argued.

Very complete.

***

Where would you stand if you
were about to take someone out?

Far enough away not to be seen,
close enough not to miss.

So?

Yeah, roughly where that guy is.

In fact,
exactly where that guy is.

It's perfect.

Give me your sidearm.

***

Saeed.

Drop it.

Drop the weapon.

Paul Lewis.

A message from Samia Zahir.

You think I'd betray my country?

I know what we do to traitors.

I've done it myself.

I want in, Osman!
The same deal.

There is no fucking deal.
I'm telling the truth!

Osman.

I'm going to give you...

...one

last chance.

I will serve it until I die

against all enemies.

You can tell me, Osman.

I'm on your side.

Now get away from me.

I don't deal with traitors.

***

Heating's fucked.

And the electricity.

Oh, and the roof leaks.

Hello.

You won't be stuck here long.

We just have some loose ends
to tie up,

make certain you're safe.

Why are you doing this?

What does the CIA have to gain?

That isn't your concern, ma'am.

Am I free?

Soon.

So, four people on that plane,

including the pilot.

The hotel room: arctic AC,

the Jacuzzi: hotter than July,

the champagne: flown over
3,000 miles from France

while sitting on ice
in the desert.

And the conference
is on green energy?

That's nothing.

Next, I got to go
downstairs and listen

how to socially
and environmentally govern

Iran's 4,000 oil wells.

To extinction capitalism.

Oh.

To protesting in hot tubs.

I have to go to my meeting.

* atmospheric music *

I'll text you later.

Sounds good.

He's coming downstairs.

Understood.

Popeye's on his way.

I can't believe I'm here.

- Thank you so much, Craig.
- You'll do great.

I do this stuff all the time.

There he is.
Let's go.

Mr. Zamani?

Hassan Zamani,
Iranian delegation?

Yes, sir.

Jason Woodall,
Baytown Oil and Gas.

This is my colleague,
Sophie Dixon.

It's good to meet you.

Baytown is a subsidiary
of Exxon, right?

Ah, ten points. Look, we already
have dinner plans later,

but, uh, if you have time
for a drink,

we'd love to discuss a proposal.

For my delegation,
I'm not authorized--

For you, personally.

We're interested in you, sir.

We are.

I don't drink alcohol, but
I'll meet you for a late tea.

How's ten?

Ten in the Pearl Lounge?

It's a date.

See you there.

Well done.

Did Craig arrive in Bahrain yet?

Uh, they landed yesterday.

They?

Um, Craig and Katie.

Raine.

How many hotel rooms
did you book?

I'm not sure
I'm allowed to tell you that.

That's odd,

because I'm not allowed
to plant kompromat at your home

and have you shipped to a black
site in Egypt to be tortured.

I thought we were friends.

So did I, bestie.

Help your girl out.

One-bedroom villa
with a private pool.

It's better not to know, right?

It is never better not to know.

Her mother's in Khartoum.

Sister's in Omdurman.

They've been dragged
through unimaginable hell.

Don't try to soften me up.
It won't work.

Well, two to get out, right?

Right.

What do we get?

She's a hero.

Who's a highly
respected activist

and academic in exile.

Tortured and imprisoned
for her beliefs.

She's steadfast,
she's committed.

Elegant, composed.

She's palatable to the Western
world with a survivor's story.

Within two years,
she'll be a key voice

- in the Horn of Africa--
- Okay, okay, stop, please.

I'm gonna puke.

Sorry, sir.

All right. You closed.

Leave it with me.

Yeah, I fucking closed.

It's me. Lover boy.

Are you recording this?

Absolutely not.

It's set up. They will know.

So why'd you kill Saeed?

- Saeed?
- Saeed's dead.

I should know, I killed him.
It was self-defense.

He was about to kill me.
I mean you.

It wasn't, you didn't,
but you know.

You're welcome.

Motherfucker!

I'm sure you've figured out
that right now

I'm the only friend you've got.

I have a wife.

I have a wife and two boys
in Khartoum.

Not my problem.

What do you want?

Here's how it works, Osman.

You'll be taken
to a safe house, debriefed,

then we process
the intelligence,

cross-check each detail,
whereupon we have two options.

One, give you back
to your Mukhabarat friends.

Or two, take you deeper.

Help you vanish forever.

But you'll never be
off the books.

Whenever you need assistance,
we'll be there.

Whenever it's time
for you to move, we move you.

Countries, names, identities,
we'll take care of it.

Can my family know I'm alive?

That's up to you.

Actually, it's up to me.

If you're a good boy,
then possibly.

But if anytime, anywhere,

Sami is followed or threatened,

I will personally
feed you to the wolves.

Those are the rules.

* tense, atmospheric music *

***

I miss you.

Your family is gonna be safe.

Osman won't be
hunting you anymore.

What about Saeed?

You don't have
to worry about him.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

I keep forgetting.

We're strangers.

I know who you are.

I know what we are.

This is who I am.

Is this real?

It's real.

I recognize the face,
and I love the man I recognize.

But there is someone else
who I can see.

Who I don't know.

A person who put me
through hell.

And is capable of doing that
to anyone who gets in his way.

Is that what happened here?

I got in the way?

I wanted to tell you what I do.

- I tried, but--
- Can you even really tell me?

* slow, somber music *

Would I still love you
if you did?

I was naive.

Part of me thought
we could run away together.

Leave it all behind.

Truth is, if you came with me,
we'd never be safe again.

I'm sorry for what meeting me
put you through, Samia,

I really am.

I want you to know...

I don't know what
I want you to know.

Maybe I never did.

You know,
Iran is at a crossroads.

Pushed down by sanctions,
pulled backwards by orthodoxy.

You stand on the other side.

Pulling Iran into the future.

And from where we're standing,
that future looks bright.

Iran 2030.
That's what you stand for.

Top of a very short list.

Exxon are looking
for the right match.

Looking forward to a time
after sanctions are relaxed.

You're young, smart, modern,
man of international caliber.

We want to offer you
an exciting opportunity.

Is this where I kiss you?

You know us.
We're the biggest and the best.

We want to hire you
as a consultant.

What's the job? What do I do?

You know the right people,
you're in the right rooms.

But I'm not the one who makes
decisions on any level.

- This about my father?
- No, we're not asking you

to influence anyone.

Our long-term goal
is to have you as CEO

of a new Exxon-Persia
partnership by 2030.

Well, it's a wonderful proposal.

My answer is no.

I listened to the end
because I enjoy

having my ass kissed
but also because I was hoping

Sophie would join us
and I could invite her upstairs

to get drunk
with me and my girlfriend.

I don't understand.

I'm a flirt. I like flirting.

Doesn't mean
I'm going to fuck you.

Why not?

Because like you,

I am a happily married man.

* slow, atmospheric music *

Hey. What's up?

He said, "I'm a married man."

What does that even mean?

It means... he is working
for someone else.

Who?

I'll call you back.

***

* slow, suspenseful music *

***

* pulsing music *

Chinese delegate Li Wenyin.

Run his picture
through Minotaur.

Why?

Please just do it.

Got him.

Tom, need you to run a face.

Sure. What floor?

I'm sorry,
I don't speak Spanish.

No problem.

* suspenseful music *