All language subtitles for Salt

North Korea two years ago.

Please let me go home. Please.

Please, I'm not who
you think I am.

I'm really not who you think I am.

Please. Please. I'm not a spy.

- You are a spy.
- I'm not a spy.

- Please let me go home.
- Try again.

I am not a spy. I
am a businesswoman.

I work for Rink Petroleum and Gas.

Please call them. I work
for Rink Petroleum.

You are here to sabotage our
nuclear ambitions. Yes?

I am not a spy. I am not a spy.

- Try again.
- I am not a spy.

- You are a spy.
- I am not a spy.

Don't lie to me.

I am not a spy.

It is through the
grace and munificence

of our glorious Dear Leader

that the Democratic
People's Republic of Korea

has pardoned the
American imperialist

for her hostile acts against
our socialist nation.

Keep your head down. Don't say
anything till we make the swap.

In case Kim Jong II
here changes his mind.

Exchange.

Right face.

Right face.

I don't understand.

You don't understand what?

All the rules say to
leave me, that one life

is not worth blowing
operational cover.

You got that right.

If we have to lose someone for
the greater good, we will.

So why did you do it?

Well, I didn't do it.

He did.

Once he found out where you were,
there was no stopping him.

He petitioned the Senate,
the State Department.

We didn't need the publicity so I
figured we better do something

or he's gonna invade this goddamn
rice-paddy republic himself.

You okay?

Yeah.

Hey.

- Good morning.
- Happy anniversary.

You want me to make you breakfast?

How about pancakes?

Your cooking?

You're joking. You
like my cooking.

Germans don't joke.

Burt likes my cooking.

Get your bugs off the table.

- They're spiders.
- They're bugs.

- They're spiders.
- They're bugs.

Fold the next layer back as
you did the two before it.

Turn the napkin over.
Fold both sides back,

and over one another about
a third of the way.

Check for symmetry and
press the fold down well.

Are you doing this
on company time?

And insert your
favourite silverware...

It's my anniversary.

And I want it to be perfect.

But that is not sexy.

No, but it is utilitarian.

And utilitarian is the new sexy.

I ran the trace. First name
Usam, last name Utsaev.

- Any verifiable hits?
- One.

Hey, Francis, do me
a favour and stick

that in the safe till tomorrow.

Mata Hari here's got
a big night tonight.

Yes, sir. Right away, sir.

Sir? Do I look like
a 'sir' to you?

From head to toe.

I'm surprised he didn't
call you 'Your Majesty.'

I like the ring of that. I think
I'd prefer 'Your Majesty.'

Was I ever that young?

Younger.

Walk me out.

How did the Oval
Office briefing go?

Oh, you know. The usual.

President wants to know what's
happening in Russia the day

before it happens. How about you?
I heard that interview went well.

Fingers crossed.

You sure about this?

You know, once you start pushing
paper, there's no turning back.

I had the strangest feeling
when I was out last time.

- I was homesick.
- Homesick?

Can't you take something for that?

Sir. Sir.

We got a walk-in. A
defector, 10 minutes ago.

Here? I guess he's not
buying our cover.

- Did you get his bona fides?
- He's Russian.

He says he's FSB but
won't give us any more.

- He's a strange guy.
- How's his English?

Passable. Not great.

But if it got down to the
subtleties of English nuance...

Ted, Mike's gonna
be waiting for me.

Yeah, and I got a plane to catch.

Come on, Salt.

No one can sort out a nutjob from
the real thing faster than you.

- I got 25 minutes.
- I got 26. Let's go.

Yeah, okay. Well, we'll
decide when we know more.

- Who called Counter-intelligence?
- Not me.

Hey, Ted. We're
crashing the party.

- Peabody.
- Salt.

Please remove the hood.

Microphones are on.

Checking levels.

Baseline recorded.

Neural scan is up. Ready to go.

- Ev.
- Yeah.

Commencing audio and
visual recording.

Testing earpiece.

Interview has commenced at 14:42.

You're married.

A husband must be a distraction

for a female intelligence officer.

Well, we're here
to talk about you.

So, what is your name?

My name is

Oleg Vassilyevich Orlov.

I have cancer.

I'm moved.

A defector with cancer.

Are you selling secrets for chemo
or are you afraid of dying?

If I have gained anything
by damning myself,

it is that I no longer
have anything to fear.

Russia is also dying.

But unlike me, she's not
dead. Oleg Vassily Orlov,

shows up in 1993 in
Novosibirsk Oblast, Siberia.

He was on Victor
Barisovsky's staff there.

He checks out as FSB, Ev.

Scan says he's truthful
on the cancer.

Prior to '93?

Russia was once
strong, powerful...

Nothing. He doesn't exist.

And she will be again when
things have been set back

on the correct path.

I have somewhere I
need to be, Mr Orlov,

so if you wouldn't mind
getting to the point.

I came here to tell you a story.

I don't like stories.

But I'll listen anyway.

In English, please.

Others are listening.

1975.

The Cold War.

In a gymnasium in Grozny,

a Soviet Olympic wrestler

named Sasha Fyorodovich Chenkov

meets for the first time

the only female chess
grandmaster of her era;

Anka Nurekyova.

Within a month, they were married.

And within a year, a child.

One month more,

the child was back in
the same hospital,

sick with fever.

And within days after that,

the child suddenly was dead.

Yes, a child was dead.

And, yes, a child was buried.

But the Chenkov baby was alive

and became the property
of another man.

A master spy who had
devised the greatest plan

a Russian patriot
could ever invent.

A plan to destroy America.

It had all started

with an American named
Lee Harvey Oswald.

In 1959, he emigrated to Russia.

Three years later,
he returned home.

But the man who came
back to America

was in fact a Russian
spy named Alek.

On November 22nd, 1963,

Alek became the first
success of the new program

and a hero of the Soviet Union.

The spymaster was now
given the go-ahead

to create many more like Alek.

Scores of agents,
males and females,

to be substituted for Americans.

I pledge allegiance to the flag...

At an abandoned monastery,

Chenkov and other boys and
girls learned English.

Long before they learned Russian.

Drilled in idiom,

idiosyncrasy and ideology.

And by methods of
rigorous physical

and psychological programming,

the spymaster made
warriors of iron.

Unquestioning and unbreakable.

Who crossed first?

Who crossed last?

You're killing me, man.

When does the good fairy come in?

Never.

It's a story without hope.

Chenkov was matched with the child
of a visiting American family.

There was an accident.
The family died.

Chenkov was sent to America

to live a complete lie

and to patiently await the
day to attack from within.

Day X.

The long-awaited mission is here.

Chenkov will travel
to New York City

to kill the President of Russia

at the funeral of the
American Vice President.

Chenkov is KA 12.

KA. Cold War legend.

Highly trained Russian
sleeper agents

inserted into American society
to sabotage and assassinate.

Supposedly they'd wait years
to strike. Decades, even.

Supposedly.

What, you don't believe in moles?

I believe in moles, all right.

Just not the bogeyman.

Especially if the plan is to
kill their own President.

This guy's selling smoke.

Wrap it up, Ev.

So a Russian agent
is going to kill

the Russian President? Is that it?

Okay. Okay.

Thank you very much.

And what would you like in
return for that information?

I simply wish to help you do

what you need to do.

You're good.

The KA program is
brilliant bullshit.

But I'm officially
off duty, so you

can tell the rest of your little
story to one of my colleagues.

- Salt.
- Yes?

The name of the Russian
agent is Salt.

Evelyn Salt.

My name is Evelyn Salt.

Then you are a Russian spy.

Truthful.

So far the FMRI scan registers
truthful on everything he's said.

Ted?

Call Protective Services, and
make sure they find my husband.

I need to get to the phone.

No. No, not after the neural scan.

I can beat that thing
five times out of six.

I am trained to, and so is he.

I need my phone. I need
to call my husband.

- Let me call my husband.
- Let me see it.

There's a reason he mentioned
my wedding ring, Ted.

They don't just
blow up their cover

they blow up their whole
cover life. You know that.

- Do you remember Henley's wife?
- Yes, I do.

Speaker.

Please leave a message after
the tone. Thanks. Bye.

Honey, it's me. Please call
me as soon as you get this.

Okay, sweetheart? As
soon as you get this.

Godspeed, Comrade Chenkov.

Someone interrogate
that piece of shit.

Someone who enjoys
getting answers.

Look, Ev, try to stay calm.

- I'm not a goddamn Russian spy.
- I didn't say you were.

Let's go up to my office,
we can sort this out.

No, no. We gotta go to a
secure location. Now.

All right.

Doesn't get any more
secure than this.

Ev? Five minutes.

Call Protective Services,
find Mike. I will.

This is bullshit.

Give us a sec, we'll be right in.

I know we're heading
into your jurisdiction.

I'm just asking for five minutes.

No.

If I have to. You can't have five
minutes. I have to talk to her.

She's scared. Don't you see that?

I don't care. I don't care.

There is a mole in Russia house,
Ted. There is a mole. I am sure.

Please step in the elevator.

Russian President, okay?

So I'm gonna ask you
to step out of my way.

What the hell is that?

Sir.

I gotta pee.

Where do you think he went?

No one saw him coming
out the front.

Jesus Christ. Here he is again.

No sign of him so
far on the street.

It's two minutes ago,
before lockdown.

- Anything clean on him?
- We just got a match, sir.

It's May Day, 1981.

There's Brezhnev. And there...

Orlov. That's him.

He used to be a heavyweight
once upon a time.

Get that photo out.
Every ticket counter,

airport, train station, taxi
dispatcher, the whole nine yards.

- Get me Medford on a secure line.
- Yes, sir.

- Top-right screen. Is that live?
- Yes, sir.

Where is she going? Track her.

No one may leave the building.

Rink Petroleum, Security.

Yes, you have a woman to your
left, behind you. Evelyn Salt.

- We lost the visual on her.
- Damn it. Where'd she go?

We are on security lockdown.

Dave? Its Evelyn, is Mike there?

No, I'm sorry. He
left after lunch.

Hey, happy anniversary, huh?

The stairwell.

- Second floor.
- What's on that floor?

- It's empty, a security buffer.
- Isolate and seal it.

Get her records to my handheld.

East corridor.

Notifying Metropolitan Police.

Kill the power to
the elevator doors.

We got her.

Locking down all floors.

Security Protective Service
responding to threat.

All right. Get a tactical team to
meet me on the south stairwell.

- Yes, sir.
- Director Medford, sir.

Get me a side arm.

I'll call her back.

- Shit.
- Lost visual.

Where is she, Albert? Talk to me.

Come on.

North hallway.

There, interrogation
room, bring it up.

Switch down, switch down.

Have you found him?

What the hell are you doing, Ev?

This doesn't look good.

- Let's do it.
- Move.

There's a tac team coming
at you in 30 seconds.

Get your panties off the camera.

Get where we can see you
so you don't get hurt.

Have you found my husband?

These boys aren't fooling around.

Please. I can't help you
unless you talk to me.

Call me when you find Mike.

Sweeping corridors
outside the elevator.

Put the masks on.

Situation is hot.

Ok, open the door about two
feet. We 're gonna gas her.

Tac team in position.
Waiting for a go.

Is that absolutely necessary?

What, you want me to shoot her?

Get a medical team in place now.

We're ready.

Now.

Okay, on my count.

Three, two, one. Go.

Jesus Christ.

Where is she? Come on, guys.

- Find her, Albert. Now.
- Suspect has escaped.

There. Bring that up.

Stay with her, she's
crossing the street.

Pan the goddamn camera.

Back that up and zoom in.

We're looking for Michael Krause.

Freeze.

We're looking for
her husband, Mike.

What the hell are you doing, Ev?

- Wait, when was that?
- No. No message.

Let's switch to the
exterior cameras.

Michael Krause left his office
at the Smithsonian an hour ago.

Salt's apartment is
20 minutes away.

We can cover it, but
she won't go there.

She will if she's serious about
Mike. This stays in-house.

Okay.

Taxi.

U Street. I'll tell
you when to stop.

Hi, this is Mike. Please leave
a message after the tone.

He's one of the world's
top arachnologists, Ev,

and as such, enjoys pretty
much unrestricted access

to the borders of North Korea.

So brush up on your bugs
and get to know him.

He's the perfect cover
to get us inside.

Mike?

- Mike?
- Honey?

Hey, baby. Hey, baby.

It's all right.

It's okay. Where's
Daddy? Where's Daddy?

Come on. Come on.

Check for back exits.

Go. Go.

Bedroom, clear.

Kitchen is clear.

Office, clear.

Living room, clear.

Everybody out. Sixty seconds.

Come here.

What are you doing?

She's not here. No sign
of the husband either.

Did it ever occur to you
that that Russian was lying?

- Why'd she run?
- I don't know.

Because you were gonna lock her
up? See it from her perspective.

Maybe her husband is
in some real danger.

Maybe, God forbid, Salt
is who she says she is.

Maybe is your department.

Mine is catching her
so we can find out.

Protocol is clear. We bring
her in or we bring her down.

Do you have any idea
who this woman is?

What she's done for this country?

Does that mean anything to you?

Should it?

- Is your mum home?
- No.

- No? Can you do me a favour?
- Yeah.

Hi. You baby-sit Burt for me?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah? Here's some money for food.

Hi, Burt.

What you doing? You
doing homework?

Yeah, maths.

- Algebra.
- I hate maths.

Hi. Nice to see you again.

- You talking to me?
- Yeah, I've seen you here before.

Yeah, I... Yeah, I
come here a lot.

You?

Oh, I'm working here.

At the museum.

- I'm an arachnologist.
- A what?

A spider hunter.

You look like one.

There are 40,000 species
of spiders in the world.

And that one is mine.

You discovered it.

Inside North Korea.

I named it Terrijoolsima
peterbesti.

Do you get that?

No. Should I?

Peterbesti? I named
it after Pete Best.

The first drummer before Ringo.

Best never was a famous Beatle,

but now he's a famous spider.

I got her.

She's heading north towards
the Metro station.

Ev.

Ev.

She's eastbound, in the
Penn Quarter Mall.

Excuse me.

Will do. Headed there now.

There she is.

All teams, southbound toward
the bridge. Box her in.

Circle around.

Salt. Stop.

- Keep her in your sights.
- Coming up behind you.

Fuck.

Keep back. Hold your fire.

Salt. Down.

Salt.

Spread out.

Salt.

Don't shoot. Don't
shoot, I'm innocent.

- On the ground. Now.
- Please don't. No.

Down. Salt. Do it
now. On the ground.

I have to find my husband.

- Why'd you run?
- To find my husband.

- That's not a reason.
- Please don't shoot.

- Stay back.
- Last chance.

I'm innocent. Somebody
is setting me up.

- Don't make me put you down Salt.
- Put the gun down.

- Give yourself up now.
- No.

Come on, Ev. Do what he
says. On the ground.

We'll sort this out, I promise.

I gotta bring you in, Salt.
It's over. Face down.

Somebody's going
to try to kill the

Russian President, you know that.

Do something about that. That's
what you should worry about.

There's nowhere to run. Quit now.

No, I didn't do anything.

- Get back.
- No.

She's on a blue semi.
Route 1, heading north.

Get a roadblock in place now.

Metro Police on alert.

There she is. On the tanker.

Stop. Stop.

Ev.

You, my friend, have got
a mole in your group.

We don't know that yet. I'd say
she's a trained goddamn liar

and everything she's said has
been to protect her cover.

Well, why don't you tell me
how you really feel about it?

Get up on the shoulder.
Get up on the shoulder.

Okay, take it down.

Shit.

Shit.

Okay.

Ted, I know you're her friend,

but we gotta drop a
net on New York.

- We gotta do it now.
- Let's go.

Notify the Secret Service
on Matveyev's detail.

Tell them Salt might
be coming their way.

And if she is, Orlov may
not be far behind either.

You seen this?

Salt spent time in
Russia as a kid.

She was in a car accident with her
parents in '88. They both died.

They were teachers at
the US Embassy for

the American children
of the staff there.

That's why we put her on
Russia in the first place.

We need to get on a plane
to New York, tonight.

Send everything we've got
on Orlov to N.Y.P.D.

And here in New York City,
security has been beefed up

and preparations are
continuing well into the night

for the funeral of Vice
President Maxwell Oates.

Among the dignitaries
attending the

service at St.
Bartholomew's Church

is Russian President
Boris Matveyev,

who arrived here in Manhattan
earlier this evening.

Public transportation
will experience

delays, with subway
closures and...

Evelyn.

Look at me.

If there was a way,
I would kill them.

You shouldn't have come here.

What do you mean? I
don't understand.

Now they know who you are.

Who?

Evelyn.

Who?

I would accept anything about you,

but I need to know.

So look at me. Look at me.

Just tell me, okay?

Just tell me.

I work...

I work for the CIA.

So you see, there's...

There's no future for us.

You're not safe with me.

I don't wanna be safe.

I know you, and I
wanna be with you.

I want to spend the rest
of my life with you.

Okay?

Okay. Okay.

Welcome to New York,
Miss Hernandez.

One night, a deluxe room.

Do you need any help
with your baggage?

Nope, I got it. Thanks.

I'll put these in the closet, sir?

Yeah, fine.

I do solemnly swear.

I do solemnly swear.

That I will support and defend the
Constitution of the United States.

Against all enemies,
foreign and domestic.

Against all enemies,
foreign and domestic.

That I will faithfully discharge.

That I will faithfully discharge.

The duties of the office on
which I am about to enter.

The duties of the office on
which I am about to enter.

- So help me God.
- So help me God.

A solemn day here
in New York City.

The funeral of Vice
President Maxwell Oates,

a former five-term US Senator
and Cold War warrior

whose greatest legacy
may be as architect

of the new era of
Russian-American relations.

Russian President Boris Matveyev

has journeyed from Moscow to
be an honorary pallbearer

to the man he's called his
greatest friend in the West.

What's the security perimeter?

We're two deep inside and
we own this entire block.

And those are Secret
Service agents, not CIA.

- So relax.
- That's real funny.

Didn't know you guys told jokes.

Detail, halt.

Forward, march.

Due to the funeral, the 51st
Street station is closed.

Repeat: Due to the funeral, the
51st Street station is closed.

- What?
- Hey, what's going on?

Hey. There's smoke.

Step back, step back.
Everybody, move out of the way.

Eleanor. Good to see you.

Thank you.

- Boris.
- Mr President.

Hello.

Please be seated.

Stand by for President's speech.

Patrolling church exterior. No
one in or out the side doors.

Mrs Oates.

Eleanor, Joe, Marissa, Donald...

After the President,
the choir sings,

then Matveyev delivers the eulogy.

If your girl tries anything here,
it'd have to be pretty amazing.

I knew he would bring
more to the job

than just his years of experience.

As Vice President,

he showed the world the best of
what it is to be an American.

And today,

the world says goodbye
to a great man.

I'll check the back.

Lima Zulu 4, clear.

My friendship with Maxwell Oates

began in the
unlikeliest of places:

Lima Zulu 4, come in.

Across the negotiating table...

What's your status, Lima Zulu 4?

We got two MIAs.

Lima Zulu 4 in the
utility tunnel outside

the crypt entrance
and Lima Zulu 5.

I'm heading down to the crypt.
Some kind of trouble down there.

What's going on, guys? Talk to me.

Subunits Lima Zulu 1, 2 and 3,
converge on the crypt. Repeat:

Converge on the crypt.

He made all the
difference, and for that,

he will always have my
respect and admiration.

That is what my friend Maxwell
Oates would have said.

What's going on?

Matveyev.

Get goddamn Matveyev.

- Get the bomb squad in here.
- Go, go.

Drop it.

Drop it.

- Any MTs down here?
- I see her.

- Keep your hands up.
- Shooter's at 12 o'clock.

Gun. She's got a
gun. She has a gun.

Don't move.

- Do not move. Do not move.
- Keep your hands up.

Take her down, take her down.

Check for other weapons.

We need a medical crew in
the crypt immediately.

I can't feel a pulse.

Jurisdiction is clear.
This is New York City.

N.Y.P.D. has her. She's
going to 1 Police Plaza.

- I'm not arguing jurisdiction.
- We don't know yet, sir.

- The shooter is CIA. I know her.
- Yes, I'll be there.

I'll be on the next chopper out.

Have your superior call the mayor.

Open up, guy, open up.

Back it up. Back it up.

Come on, guys. Keep moving.
Keep moving. Keep moving.

Let's go, let's go.

Hey, watch this guy,
watch this guy.

- Back up.
- Keep moving.

Sir, back up.

Why? Why?

Do you have any idea how
much blood is on your hands?

You're gonna rot in a hole, Salt.

I'm gonna see to it
personally. A dark hole.

Get a hold of yourself.

Get the door, get the door.

- Get off me.
- Back off, man. Back off.

That's it. Let's go.

Stand back.

Close it. Go, go, go.

Matveyev was declared dead
en route to the hospital.

Jesus Christ.

Yeah.

You were right about her.

She had the drop on me, Ted.

Why didn't she shoot?

Natasha.

Natasha.

Is that you?

Did they give you a new face?

I'm going home tomorrow, Shnaider.

Home to Grozny?

My home is in Harrisburg,
Pennsylvania.

My favourite place there is
McDonald's on Fern Street

because it's near the river.

But I won't want to
go there any more

because my mother and
father are dead.

Natasha, will you miss me?

My name is Evelyn Salt.

Cop down, cop down. Hear me.

Get out of the car with
your hands on your head.

Right now. Hands in the air.

- Hey, did you see that?
- Hey, get those guys over here.

Get them over here to help.

Somebody help me get him
out. Help me get him out.

What college will you attend?

Princeton University.

Where will you work?

The Central Intelligence Agency.

Who will you trust?

No one.

Be very patient.

Remember your training.

Remember, you're not the only one.

There are many others.

All of you waiting to strike.

- Yes.
- And we will strike.

- Together.
- Yes.

Wait.

One day, I will come
for all of you.

Hello, Evelyn.

I'm Martin Crenshaw
from the US Embassy.

We're very sorry about
your family's accident.

Rioters outside the US Embassy
cheered their new leader's words

and called on him to take strong
action against what they are

calling a state-sponsored act of
terrorism on the part of the US.

These riots are sparking
similar outbreaks

of anti-American
protests across Russia.

"We will strike back," says
the new Russian President,

angrily condemning
today's assassination

by American intelligence
officer Evelyn Salt.

As the body of slain President

Matveyev is on its
way back to Moscow,

anti-American riots have
erupted across Russia,

with bombings of US
Diplomats' cars in Moscow.

The Russian armed forces
have been put on high alert.

Responding to a rapidly
escalating crisis,

President Lewis has called for
an emergency White House meeting

with cabinet members, military
leaders and NATO representatives.

Greetings, Comrade Chenkov.

When I saw you in Washington,
I almost ran to you.

You were not supposed
to get married.

Not unless it had great
tactical advantage.

I did it to seem normal.

When you escaped today, I thought:

Even I could not have
hoped for so much.

You are my greatest creation.

You trained me well.

My husband, you have him?

I had to be certain.

But now you trust me?

Completely.

So tell me what's next.

Next, part two:

We seize control of this
country's atomic weapons.

How?

You'll see.

All right.

Are you ready to watch him die?

Give me the gun.

That would be too easy.

Satisfied?

I'm satisfied.

Comrades,

our sister has rejoined us.

Russia will rise from the ashes

of the greatest war the
world has ever seen.

And the world will hear us.

Will hear.

Welcome back to our
family, sister.

Sister.

Russia has changed. But our
lives will not be wasted.

You're to meet an agent, NATO
uniform, at a plane here.

Tail number N182SL.

Final instructions
will come from him.

- That's it.
- That's it.

After this, we go dark.

Radio silent.

You won't hear from me
again, my daughter.

Forever and ever.

Have you heard from Orlov?

Yes. Last word was 'go.'

Chenkov.

Do you remember me?

Chenkov.

Did you miss me?

Shnaider?

How long have you been here?

I left Russia one year
after you. To Prague.

I've been the NATO liaison to the
White House for three years.

Colonel Edward Tomas.

And you are my attache.

Your ID.

Don't worry, we have
plenty of time.

More importantly, our mission.

The bunker eight stories
below the White House.

That's where the
President needs to be.

How do we do it?

Don't worry, he'll
be there. That's

my job. I'll make sure he's there.

- What's my job?
- Do you remember, Chenkov,

when we were young and you had
to finish first in everything?

Had to be the best at everything.

Though you knew you
would be beaten

with a cane, you had
to finish first.

I remember.

Tonight you will finish
ahead of me again.

Tonight you will kill
America's President.

IDs, please.

Pop the hood and open the trunk.

I'll check the side.

Control, this is Hayes.

I have a Colonel Tomas
and a Major Vicek.

Undercarriage is clean.

Back's clean.

Colonel. Major. All clear.

You know the drill, Colonel.

Shrapnel. A Serbian landmine.

They've spent more time looking
at it than the doctor did.

Step through, please, sir.

Turn around.

Thank you.

- Step through. Arms out.
- Patience is key.

I've been coming
here for two years,

others have been here longer.

- What others?
- I don't know.

But you were the best of
us and I was the least.

There must be others, here
to finish what we begin.

Colonel Tomas. Good
to see you again.

- Major Vicek.
- Pleasure.

You'll have minutes
to preview NATO's

point of view before the meeting.

Now, Ted, your Russian
CIA agent, Salt.

What can you tell us about her?

We think she may
be a Soviet plant,

inserted years ago in preparation

for something the
KGB called Day X.

A day marking the start of a large

strike against the
US and her allies.

This should be the President now.

You have a big job, Chenkov,

but you can do it.

You still haven't told
me what your job is.

Home.

I'm going home.

- Down. Take cover.
- Get the President.

- A gun. He's got a gun.
- Get back.

Get back.

- Are you okay, sir?
- Yes.

Goddamn it. Geronimo is
SOP, downward mobile.

Help, over here.

Get a medic. Get a medic.

I think I saw her.

You saw who?

Salt.

I think I saw her in the corridor.

The other NATO officer.

She's here.

Check.

- Clear.
- Move.

Go.

We may have a visual on a
second assailant. Evelyn Salt.

Repeat: Evelyn Salt on premises.
May be dressed as a NATO officer.

This is not a drill. The
White House is under attack.

If you are near an exit, please

proceed outside in
an orderly manner.

This is not a drill.

I need this hallway
cleared to the left, now.

Command, this is Jenks. I need
the PEOC bunker up and running.

If this was authorised by
the Russian government,

it is an act of war,
and we will respond.

If you are near an exit, please

proceed outside in
an orderly manner.

This is not a drill.

- Clear.
- Let's go, sir.

Alpha team.

Move, move.

Close it.

Close it.

Please proceed outside
in an orderly manner.

This is not a drill.

Go, go.

Geronimo approaching bunker
door in five seconds.

Clear.

Any chance she could follow?

My own men couldn't get
through that door.

Yeah, well, unfortunately,
she isn't one of yours.

Okay, go.

Stay until its shut and sealed.

Geronimo secured.

- Get me Director Medford.
- Yes, sir.

Sir, I think we need to seriously
consider the possibility

that today, right now, could
be the start of Day X.

Mr President, Director
Medford is up.

Marion, what's the situation?

It should be coming up
on one of your screens.

What you see there
represents temperature drops

in mobile missile
units in Siberia.

It means the Russians
are deploying

their missiles to the field.

And that's been confirmed on
the ground, Mr President.

Mr President, I strongly recommend
we go from DEFCON 4 to DEFCON 2.

At least at our forward bases.

Do it.

And since the Russians
have deployed,

we need to look at our own
nuclear attack options.

It's not on the table,
it's not a deterrent.

Thanks, Marion. We'll
come back to you.

Sir.

The outer portal door
is jammed. No response.

And we just lost the feed from
most of our security cameras.

We're blind down here and no
one can enter this facility.

Command, our eyes are down
both ways and we have a

PEOC outer security
door malfunction.

Get out there now.

Seal this room.

Down that corridor. Secure it.

Victims are being taken to
George Washington Hospital.

Reports are coming in that there
are casualties at the White House.

This is President Howard Lewis.

- Proceed with authentication.
- Yes, Mr President.

Ready to commence
authentication, sir.

Zulu.

- Tango.
- Echo.

- Seven.
- Niner.

- Juliet.
- X-ray.

- Sierra.
- Seven.

- Alpha.
- Mike.

- Charlie.
- Whiskey.

- Five.
- Six.

Tango.

Authentication codes confirmed.

It's all yours now, Mr President.

God be with you.

Attack options and targeting under
your control, Mr President.

Anders and Nablo,
what's your location?

Anders and Nablo,
what's your location?

Is the camera outside
this door working?

- Yes.
- Put it up.

Officer Dryer, what's your status?

Officer Dryer, come in.

Federal Communication Commission

is activating the
Emergency Alert System.

Who the hell's that?

That's her. That's Evelyn Salt.

She's in. Go to DEFCON 1.

Give me your side arm.

No, sir. Only Secret
Service possess

firearms in the
President's vicinity.

Screw protocol. We
got an enemy agent.

Protocol is protocol, sir.

And dead is dead.

Behind me.

I'm the national security advisor.

Not any more.

Sit down.

Who are you?

My name, Mr President,
is Nikolai Tarkovsky.

And unless you do
exactly as I say,

I will be the last person
you will ever see.

Shall we look at some
selective attack options?

Go to hell.

Selective attack options ready.

Ted?

Emergency action
message released by...

Congratulations, Comrade
Chenkov. You made it.

Why didn't you tell me?

I tried many times, but...

My loneliness was my only friend.

You weren't with us in Russia.
I would have remembered you.

I was a class ahead, comrade.

The brightest of any
of Orlov's stars.

And now it's my honour
to launch the attack.

Excuse me.

Selective attack targets acquired.

Tehran.

Mecca.

Mecca? Tehran?

Part two of our plan.

Kill nine million people.

Enrage a billion Muslims.

America will suffer
a painful death.

Permissive action links initiated.

Missiles arming.

Nuclear command

posts airborne.

Let me join you.

ICBMs set to

maximum yield.

You know, when you
first came to Langley,

I didn't think I'd
be able to do it.

I didn't think I'd be able to

resist the temptation
to say something.

Then you met Mike and,

well, things changed.

Let me join you.

All these years right in front
of me and I never knew.

Let me join you.

I want to be with you.

The man we thought
was dead has made

a resurrection that is miraculous.

President Matveyev is alive.

We're going to Russia.
What you are seeing

are live pictures of
Russian President Matveyev

arriving at the airport outside
of Moscow. This is astonishing.

According to his
doctors, President

Matveyev's mistaken death

is attributed to a
temporary paralysis

from a toxin derived
from spider venom.

A recap for those who
may not have been

following the events of the day...

At least I was right.

I had a feeling we'd lost you
back there in North Korea.

I could see how moved you were by
Mikes little white-knight routine.

You were supposed
to recruit him, Ev,

not fall in love with him.

That's why I told
Orlov to pick him up.

By the way, how is Mike?

Orlov is dead.

Well, that's good news.

Saved me the trouble.

I had to practically
twist his arm to

get him to blow your
cover at the CIA.

You see, he wanted you to
come out of this thing alive.

But you needed somebody
to take the blame.

I'm the patsy.

And I'm the hero.

Congratulations, Ev.

You're about to become famous.

Identity confirmation requested.

Identity confirmation requested.

Identity confirmed.

Minuteman III ICBMs'
batteries up to power.

Authorisation, 99%.

Go.

Permissive action links initiated.

Trident submarines
at firing readiness.

Permission to launch.

Permission to launch.

Get down on the floor, now.

I said now.

Launch sequence aborted.
Systems restored.

- Move, move, move.
- Show me your hands.

- Get down.
- What is your name, sir?

I'm Theodore Winter,
CIA. Help the President.

Mr President.

Mr President, can you hear me?

- Hold still.
- EMT's on the way.

Make sure they got body
bags. At least seven.

She's wearing a vest.

I'll meet you in five minutes.
I wanna get cleaned up.

And I want her alone in a room.

If there are other KAs out
there, I want her talking.

She won't talk. She's trained not
to, no matter what we do to her.

If we're gonna find these
people, I'm gotta do it myself.

Somebody already did.
At least some of them.

Barge on the East River.
Twelve dead, including Orlov.

Who did that?

Don't know. Forensics are on it.

I'm gonna get cleaned
up. I'll be right back.

Well, sir, you're
injured. Why don't you

have a seat? We'll
take a look at you.

Are you okay?

Pretty good gash there.

Looks like you got a
piece of glass in there.

She killed someone else.

It's Winter. It's Ted Winter,
sir. You better get up here.

Check him. Check him.

Checking vitals.

I'm not getting a pulse.
I'm not getting much.

Sit down.

She's yours for 15 minutes
during the flight.

- Give me your hands.
- Then she's the FBI's.

Hey.

Why'd you kill him?

Because somebody had to.

What?

By this, I take it you think

everybody is who
they say they are.

You knew something was wrong
the moment Orlov walked in.

So did I.

We just didn't know what it was.

- Winter did.
- Winter?

You expect me to
believe that Winter

was gonna launch the missiles

and you saved the world?

I would like you to
believe that, yeah.

That's a big accusation.

Well,

he's dead now so he
can't defend himself.

I guess you'll just have
to decide for yourself.

How many more like you are there?

Like me?

None.

Like him?

More than you or I
can handle alone.

You really think a trained
Soviet agent couldn't kill

the Russian President at point
blank range if she wanted to?

Or you, for that matter.

I could've killed you at
the funeral and I didn't.

You surrendered to me because
I gave you no choice.

You know better.

I had a choice.

You know better.

If I did believe you,

and I'm not saying for a second
that I do, but if I did,

nobody else would.

Well, maybe you can think
of a way around that.

They took everything from me.

I'll kill them.

ETA, four minutes.

Bullshit.

We are approaching the Potomac,
heading due south and west.

Go get them.

Salt.

Circle back. Circle back.

New US President Joseph
Steppens announced today

that with the death of
Natasha Chenkov, known

in the US as Evelyn Salt, all
elements of the terrorist group

have been eliminated.
The announcement came

during his Moscow
peacekeeping visit

where President Steppens
paused to lay flowers at

the site of the 1974 plane crash
that killed his parents and sister

while on a tour of Russia.