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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.

You've heard of office politics?

Ours come with poison pills
and guns.

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 skills, 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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Martinez, let's go. Conference room.

Uh, okay. Just, uh,
just a couple of seconds.

We don't have a couple of seconds.

Higgins wants us there now.

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What's going on?

We just got this video from one
of our surveillance birds.

Downlinked 17 minutes ago.

Where are we?

Zanacer, Rukovia.

What did we just see?

An assassination.

Sophia Vukola was in that car.

She and six of her campaign
aides were killed.

Well, the election is tomorrow.

It's not like we didn't think
something like this

- might happen.
- We anticipated it.

We just couldn't stop it.

I met her once, you know.

Two years ago, New York,
at a fund-raiser.

She was raising money for
flood relief in her homeland,

while her government was
standing by, doing nothing.

Stood in line with 200 others
for a handshake.

Ten seconds,
"Hello. How you doing?"

But in those ten seconds, she
didn't make you feel foolish

for being optimistic
about the world.

The ODS

will be going in undercover.

Government troops have had
the country under lockdown

since the assassination�
no foreigners in or out.

So you'll be posing as
independent election monitors.

They're going ahead
with the election?

President Coslovic needs to
keep up appearances.

There'd be an
international outcry

if he called them off now.

Which is ironic, considering
that Coslovic

is probably behind
the assassination.

What are we going in
to do exactly?

Good question.

Seems a little after the fact.

Six other people were killed
in the blast,

including Miss Vukola's
communications director.

We need his phone.

Oh, so you're sending
your best field team

to pick up a dead man's phone.

That dead man
happened to work for us.

He was carrying an
encrypted CIA cell phone.

Which, in the event that it
survived the explosion intact,

puts the CIA at the scene
of a political assassination.

A rather...
incriminating scenario,

that makes it appear that
we may have had something

to do with the bombing.

When do we leave?

We, election monitors,
are midwives to democracy.

And not unlike an actual birth,

it can be a messy, bloody and
frankly unpleasant business.

This radio is
your lifeline, people.

Keep it on you at all times.

Once the polls open,
things can get crazy out there.

You get into trouble,
you call me. Got it?

The only thing we're missing

is a backpack and a Eurail pass.

Heads in the game, boys.

Nothing like
a political assassination

to put the locals on edge.

Anything you'd care to share
with the troops, gentlemen?

Only our enthusiasm
for helping to ensure

a free and fair election.

I've been doing this
a long time.

Kosovo, Sudan, East Timor.

I've seen too many
elections stolen,

the will of the people subverted
by corrupt governments,

including our own.

That is just shocking.
When you step into

that polling place tomorrow,

it doesn't matter if it's a
school or a community center,

or an old pierogi factory;

you need to think of it
as a church.

A cathedral of liberty.

People coming together
to worship at the holy altar

of democracy.

Can you do that, son?

Uh, yes, yes. Absolutely.

This is not just a job, people.

This is a sacred duty.

Hence my earlier
church metaphor.

You've all got
your room assignments.

Let's hit those racks early.

Polls open at 6:00 a.m.
tomorrow.

Let's rock the vote!

HQ confirmed that.

Sophia's body
is being held here.

They should have a room
where they keep

all the personal effects.

Billy and I will convince
the clerk to give us access.

We'll come get you two,
once we're in.

But why you two?

Because we're smooth.

Well, who says?

Casey and I could be smooth.

Actually, no. You're a
gentleman and a delight,

but you're still far
too new at this game

to be considered
smooth. He...

Call me if you want the clerk
forcibly restrained.

...is that.

I could be smooth.

Yes.

Good, good. Um...

We lost someone very close
to us today,

George Shastovich.

And we'd like to retrieve
some of his personal belongings.

Are you family?

Brothers. Half.

Look, our friend was here
on business, okay?

He was...

He was there when Sophia was...

If you must know,
we need his cell phone.

$500. U.S.

First door to the right.

We're in.

I just don't see why I had
to be the one in the photos.

I don't like the judgment
in your voice.

No judgment.

But you saw what
poor old George looked like.

I mean, I like to think I could
have done better, that's all.

Here we go.

Hold up. Something's happening.

They're coming back.

They say they're
looking for someone.

They wouldn't know we're here.

All right, they're taking a body.

The clerk is not
handling it well.

This is the worst-run
morgue in history.

Bribery, grave-robbery...

I have a good mind to write
a letter to the supervisor.

Again, worst morgue ever.
The body they stole,

it was her.

It was Sophia Vukola.

They must be getting
rid of the evidence.

And witnesses.
Uh, that's one theory.

And the other theory?

Well, Sophia was known
to use decoys; body doubles.

You think he killed
the body double?

Now, if I'm wondering if
that's a decoy, so are they.

Meaning...

Meaning the government
thinks she's still alive.

And you know what?

So do I.

Right after they stole the body

and tried to cover
their tracks,

we realized it was most likely
a body double.

It was a long shot,
but we decided to go back

into the personal effects room,
where we found

the last piece of evidence
we could get our hands on�

the purse that supposedly
belonged to Sophia Vukola.

"Supposedly," because
you don't believe she's dead?

If you had seen what we did,

you wouldn't believe it either.

My analyst is still
going over the photos,

but she's already found
inconsistencies

among the items from the purse.

All right, Operative Dorset,
let's chase your theory down.

I want you to speak to members
of Vukola's inner circle.

See what they know.

We're going to send
a list of names

to your phone right now.

Talk to them all.

Split it up if you have to,
but you need to move fast.

The government is chasing
the same theory you are.

All right.

I need to sell this dead body
theory to the DCI,

so what do we have?

Don't worry, sir, the evidence
we have is extremely solid.

Lipstick.

Lipstick.

Sophia Vukola wore a very
specific shade of lipstick:

Ladybug Red.

The tube found in her purse
was Ruby Slipper.

So this entire operation
hinges on...

cosmetics.

Hardly.

Miss Green
isn't just an analyst.

She's our best profiler.
Well,

I know Sophia Vukola
like I know my kitchen cabinets.

Five foot eight.

122 pounds.

Single. Dog person.

Suits by Galliano,

but she has two Armanis
for special occasions.

Underwear by Calvin Klein.

Her favorite shade
of eye shadow is copper,

and her only shade of lipstick
is Ladybug Red.

You're not convinced. Okay.

Contact solution is wrong.

It's for soft lenses;
Sophia wears hard.

There's gum in the bag.

She never chews it.

Then there's the purse;

the label says Prada,
but it's a knockoff.

It's not her style.

Do you want me to go on?

It's all very impressive,

but if I'm gonna persuade

the head of this agency
to maintain this operation,

I'm gonna have to have more
than chewing gum and lipstick.

Excuse me.

While you're with him,
you might want to suggest

that he change antiperspirants.

Excuse me?

That's his file.

He wears Lady Sportstick,

and it doesn't work.

You profiled the Director of the
Central Intelligence Agency?

Just for giggles.

But it should serve as a voucher
for my skills.

Well... this can't hurt.

Jovan Kesman?

Da?

We're friends of Sophia Vukola.

I've never seen
any of you before.

We're with the CIA.

Jovan, Sophia's alive.

And being one of
her closest advisers,

you know that's true, but we need your help
to keep it that way.

The woman who died

in the blast was one
of her doubles, wasn't it?

It is common practice

in a country like this
to use decoys.

Do you know where she is?

It doesn't matter one way
or the other.

They will find her, kill her,
finish the job.

Well, then tell us where she is
so that we can protect her.

How? The army is watching
all the roads.

I know, but you're
just gonna need

to trust us on this one, Jovan.

I don't want to run away,

but I can't be here
for her now.

You understand that,
don't you? I can't.

I have a wife,
two small children.

Then do it for them.

Where's Sophia hiding?

When Sophia began her campaign,

we all used to believe
in the miracle

that she could
change this country.

Now it looks like it will take

just such a miracle
to get her out safely.

That's why we're here.

All right, we're heading
into the lion's den here.

The men inside that room
have every reason

to believe we're the enemy.

Our only objective
is to make them trust us.

Which should be easy.

And remember, keep your hands

out of your pockets,
eyes forward

and no sudden movements.

What the heck is this?

Psychology.

Studies of
the adaptive unconscious

say that human beings
make decisions in

the first two seconds
of any given situation.

These flowers are
meant to disarm,

confuse, obfuscate.

Hopefully, they'll gain us

an extra five seconds,
maybe six.

Who are we to argue
with psychology?

What about your plan?!

Psychology is an art,
not a science.

Hold your fire!
We're here to help!

We know about Sophia!

We can get her to safety!

Come inside.

How did you know?

It wasn't that difficult.

And it's only a matter
of time before

your opposition knows, too.

We can help you,
but that means coming with us.

She's safe, relatively speaking.

I'm giving her government
about an hour

before they discover the body
they have isn't hers.

Good work.

Now your top priority is getting
her to the U.S. consulate.

After the election when things
have died down,

we can get her evacuated.

That's not gonna be so easy.

The consulate's about
five kilometers away

and the military's locking
this place down tight.

Well, do it as soon
as safety permits.

Irony is,

according to the preliminary
polls,

Sophia Vukola is way ahead
of her opponent.

Even dead, she's gonna win this
in a landslide.

We don't have these Old World

proletarian men's clubs
back home.

Other than the totalitarianism

and the rampant
human rights abuses,

I'm a little envious
of your people.

Except for the corporate
imperialism

and the cultural arrogance,

I'm a little envious of yours.

Your life is in danger.

You need to let us protect you.

Many lives are in danger.

Yesterday, a brave woman died

because an assassin
thought she was me.

For her sake,
I cannot be afraid.

That's an admirable
sentiment, ma'am,

but the CIA can offer you
real protection.

And where has the CIA been

during 20 years
of my people's oppression?

You're here to protect me
because now, for some reason,

it's politically expedient
to do so.

Well, forgive me if I put
my faith into those

who have not been
fair-weather friends.

I understand.

These men would lay down there
lives for you,

and they will lay down their
lives if you stay here.

They're 11 guys

with a couple of shotguns.

The government has tanks,
and they will find you.

They will find you and they will
kill you, all of you.

All right.

For their sake, I will go.

Good choice.

Just to be clear,
there really wasn't a choice

because if you had said no,

we were going to kidnap you.

I hope you don't find that

too culturally arrogant.

A little, but I let it slide.

What did you say to them?

That your incompetence
will get you killed

if I didn't accompany you.

That's a fair point.

It looks like they have
the embassy guarded.

So close, yet so far.

So much for getting
a jump on the competition.

The government must have
figured out that you were alive.

Apparently, they decided not
to wait for the DNA results.

A penny for you thoughts, gents.

Team Six, Team Six, come in.

Are you jokers there?

Yes, Warren,

Team Six here. What's up?

What's up? Oh, just hanging out,
manning your polling van.

Where the hell are you?

We got caught up in the city.

We'll get there
as soon as we can.

Oh, sure,
I can understand that.

the cafes, the bistros,

and hey, make sure you try
some of the pastries.

They're famous for 'em.

Well, get your asses in gear.

The whole world is watching
what we do here today.

Right, the whole world.

Warren, I gotta go.

Oh, I do so love that look.

What's your status?

Screwed, but I have a plan,

All right, let's hear it.

Tell the world.

Come again?

We spread the word
that she's alive

and all eyes will be directed
here to Rukovia.

It'll make it a lot tougher

for the government
to put a bullet in her.

The Agency needs to issue
a statement.

Michael, do you have any kind
of access

to a video camera there?

Cell phone.
It's crude, but it'll work.

Then have her make an appeal
directly to the people.

Trust me. To see Sophia Vukola
speak the words directly

will have far more impact
than any statement issued

by a government agency.

So what are we doing?

We know that you're alive.

Obviously, now
your opponent does, too.

So it's only fair that we bring
the rest of the world in

on our little secret.

How do you plan to do that?

We're gonna film you
making a statement,

and send it back to our
people in the States.

They'll make it public.

Once the international
community knows you're alive

and in hiding,
it'll make it a lot harder

for the government
to make you disappear.

I'm all for making things
harder for the government.

Where would you
like me to stand?

Follow me.

Thank you.

Come with me. Thank you.

Now if I could just
put you there.

Perfect.

Here? How does it look?

Gorgeo.

And yet very presidential.

Are you ready?

Mm-hmm.

To all nations of the world,
this is Sophia Vukola.

It is election day in
my country, and I am alive.

This is turbulent time
in our nation's history.

But great change often does not
come without turmoil.

We, more than most people,
understand that,

and we embrace it.

What choice do we have?

We will not be daunted.

We will not be intimidated.

Your voices cannot be silenced.

They will rise in a chorus,
crying out for freedom

we have been so long denied.

And the world will listen.

Thank you.

That's it.

The whole world knows.

Good job, Operative Dorset.

So how did she come across?

Like a future president.

Is your current pos...
enough to maintain...?

Higgins?

Higgins, can you hear me?

What happened?

Well, the government must have shut down
the phone lines.

I'm surprised it
took them this long.

Well, how did
my little film go down, huh?

I imagine the likes of Boyle
and Scorsese

are quaking in their boots.

Cell reception's gone.

Is it?

Don't you just love
tyrannical regimes?

They are such a
predictable bunch.

The first sign of trouble, and
they shut down communications.

It's a good sign.
They're afraid of you.

They shouldn't be afraid of me.

They should be afraid
of the will of the people.

The lesson I believe King George
learned from your people

a few hundred years ago.

You're up on your
imperialist history.

Well, between undergrad
and the Kennedy School,

I drank my way through
half the bars in Boston.

The revolutionary spirit
must have rubbed off.

I even became a Patriots fan.

Go, Pats.

You're wrong on two counts.

First, the Redskins rule.
Oh, God...

And second, your government
is absolutely right

to be scared witless by you

because the people are
intending to vote for you

alive, dead or
somewhere in between.

We just need to keep you safe
until the end of the election

and you'll be president.
Trust us.

All right, then I
should go and vote,

shouldn't I?

I understand your feelings,
but a symbolic gesture

at this point would be foolish
and unnecessary.

But there is nothing symbolic
about it.

I literally have to vote.

There's a bylaw
in the constitution

that to be sworn in
as a president,

I'm required to cast a vote
in my home district.

We need to go there.

I hear you,
but it's not a good idea.

Why not?

Because we don't want a repeat

of what happened to your decoy.

Oh...
There's no way

to assure your safety, ma'am.

Our first order of business
is to keep you alive.

You can come back to fight
another day.

Another day?

This is my day!

My people's day!

I'm going to vote.

I mean, if you don't want
to take me, I'll walk.

I can walk.
Sophia, Sophia...

Please, please.

Sophia, we cannot
let you do that.

It is not safe.

Okay, then you'll have
to knock me out

and tie me up.

And you'll probably like that.

If I don't vote out of fear,

then the same tyrant
will stay in power

and people of my country
will suffer.

All right, all right,
we'll take you.

The government has shut down
all Internet

and cell phone communication.

We're completely cut off
from the ODS.

I need options.

How are we going
to reestablish contact?

The Air Force has
an airborne broadcast center.

A revamped cargo plane
that basically works

like a flying cell phone tower.

We could send it over the
last known location of the ODS.

Of course, that would require

invading sovereign airspace

and could incite
an international incident.

Next?

The Romanian authorities
have given us permission

to set up a mobile cell
tower at the border.

Now, it will have
limited range,

but if we crank it, we
could pick up a signal

from the ODS team,
theoretically.

Let's start there.

Hopefully, the operatives
are holed up somewhere safe

and are staying out of trouble.

I don't want to get any further
up that creek

than we have to.

All quiet.

Yeah, they're too smart
to put a tank

in front of the polling place.

If they're planning
on stopping you from voting,

they'll be more subtle.

Maybe they're not
expecting me to vote.

Maybe they think I'll
flee the country.

Well, that would be logical
because, as we pointed out,

this is a colossally
stupid move.

Oh...

Maybe a member of the election
monitoring group

needs to pay a visit, hmm?

You know, make sure the process
isn't being compromised

or hindered in any way.

Good idea.
Take Martinez with you.

But if anything looks off,

get the hell out of there.

Looks good.

Mm-hmm.

Good afternoon.

Hello.
We were just wondering

if everything was running
smoothly here today.

Yes, we are fine.

Has anyone tried to interfere
with the voters?

Intimidate anyone in any way?

Everything is good.

We already spoke
to your colleagues.

Colleagues?

Oh, of course.
Wonderful.

Well, seems like everything's
under control here,

so we'll leave you
go about your business,

and happy voting.

Thank you.

Let's move, Martinez.

Now what?

Don't look back.

Slow down just a hair.

They closer?
Yep.

Fantastic.

Now I need you to do
one more thing for me.

What's that?
Duck.

What are you doing?

Tampering with a fire
extinguisher is

serious business, Martinez.

We need to find
another polling station.

I can't just walk into any
polling station in the city.

I'm registered here.

I have to vote in my precinct.

Well, maybe this year you vote absentee.
Oh, please.

What did they say about Mohammed and
the mountain?

If we can't get you
to the polling station,

then maybe we could
bring one to you.

Warren.

He was working
the mobile polling units.

Come in, Warren.
This is, uh, Team Six.

Where the hell
are you right now?

It's about time
you guys got here.

What the hell are you doing?

Taking this truck.

Oh, sure go ahead,
take a little joyride.

Just bring it back
with a full tank of gas.

Keys?

What the hell?

You're serious.

Don't have time to get
into it right now,

but that woman
really needs to vote.

Oh, my bad.
I mean, forget the people

who walked miles to get here.

They'll be cool with it.

All those old men, the women lugging
babies on their backs,

slogging through cow pastures
for hours

to exercise their rights.

They'll understand that you're
carjacking their destiny

because this woman
needs to vote.

I'm grateful for what

you're doing to help my people,

but it is crucial
that I cast my ballot

or their votes
will have been wasted.

She's...?

Mm-hmm.

You're her.

Well, you guys
can't be with her.

It's against the rules for any
member of the monitoring team

to have contact
with a candidate

or a member
of the candidate's staff.

It could be seen as a conflict.

Good job we're not violating
any major rules then.

We're actually
not election monitors.

CIA.

CIA?

The organization responsible
for undermining more elections

than any group in history?

That's us, Warren.

Listen, you know
what's going on here.

The people of this country
are poised for change

and they are gonna sweep
this woman into office

despite the current
government doing everything

they can to destroy her.

But for that to happen,
she has to vote.

Thank you.

We may be the CIA,

but we're on the right side
this time.

Come on.

I tell you,
this is a crazy day.

And that's coming from a man

who once acted
as a human shield

for a troupe of Guatemalan
acrobats so they could vote.

Wow, Sophia Vukola.

May I gush?

It's all right.

I just feel like I have
need to say this:

you are a beacon
of freedom, Miss.

Do you know that?

CIA-backed or no.

And you're casting a vote
in my polling van.

In my van!

Amazing.

Are we sure that
it is legitimate?

This needs to be airtight.

The government can't have any
basis to throw out the results.

As long as this great lady
casts her ballot

in the proper district,
it's indisputable.

I'll certify it myself.
They can't touch it.

This is history.

We're a part of history.

I guess the cell phones
are working.

Dorset.

We have an extraction
team prepped.

Can you be at the Romanian
border within four hours?

Shouldn't be a problem.

We have to make
a little detour first.

A detour?
You were supposed

to be laying low,
waiting for orders.

Yes, but circumstances
have changed.

It's become clear that

Miss Vukola needs
to cast a vote

in order to be elected.

Ergo, detour.

Have you lost your mind?

I have been moving

mountains to protect
Miss Vukola,

and to save
your collective hides.

Every time you play cowboy,

lives are left hanging
in the balance

and American interests
are twisting in the wind.

Is everything all right?

Our boss isn't happy.

May I?

Please?

This is Sophia Vukola.

It's kind of you to say.

I just wanted to thank you
for everything

that you and your men have done
for me and Rukovia.

They're very courageous.

You have a lot to be proud of.

It's all right.

Hello.

Just so we're clear:

that wasn't fair.

Uh-oh, we've got company.

I gotta go.

Get down, get down.

Can I just say something?

It's my experience that guys

wearing ski masks
are never a good sign.

How many are there?
Four.

And these bloodhounds look like
they'll take all of a minute

to sniff around, Michael.

Get a disguise on her, fast.

Take your jacket off.

Martinez, give me your coat.

Get down, get down.

You won't be needing that.

Here, put this on.

Wait a second. What if they
ask about my armband?

Improvise.

Give me your
name tag. Here.

- Okay, let me handle this.
- Because?

Because sometimes sheer force
of personality can win the day.

Hello.

Papers.

We are election monitors.

We're authorized to travel
without interference

and with total access

to resources deemed necessary
to fulfill our mission.

Get out. All of you.

It's a lovely day we're having.

Out.

What's he doing?

Stealing the ballots.

That's the least of our
problems. Keep your mouth shut.

Go. Go!

Sophia!
Sophia!

Warren, let's go.

Give me some more!

Give me a hand!

With what?

This!
Come on!

Wait, not the ballots!

It's okay, Warren.

The people have spoken.

Allow me.
Thank you.

Excuse us.

And we're sure this is official?

Yeah. Warren said she's
voting within her precinct.

Just.

State your name and
place of residence.

Sophia Vukola.
Zanacer, Rukovia.

That's right,
you heard the woman.

Sophia Vukola.

Now that's what I call
rocking the vote.

Thank you.

It will be an honor

and privilege to serve these
brave people and see them

free and live without fear.

Huh.

A good day at the office.

Whoo-hoo! Yeah!
Thank you.

Thank you.

Is it appropriate for
me to thank you now?

It was our pleasure,
Madam President.

Thank you.

You know, my parents
marched with Dr. King.

Today, I rode with the CIA.

All I can say is,
history is weird.

Come on, Warren.

We're not that bad.

Well, even a broken clock
is right twice a day.

And the CIA
is a very broken clock.

Speaking of time,
I gotta get going.

I have a election
in Mali to observe.

I have to say, Warren,

initially we got off
on the wrong foot,

but when the pressure was on,
you really stepped up.

Hey, a lot of men
don't show that kind of...

courage and presence of mind.

There's not a word to sum it up.

We just know it when we see it.

What the guys are
trying to say,

Warren, is that, uh,

you've got what we spies
call "the stuff."

I got the stuff, huh?

Mm.

Wait a second.

Are you guys trying
to recruit me?

If we were,
would you be interested?

Man, please.
Warren.

You can't tell me

I didn't see a glimmer
in that eye when we

tossed the ballot box out
the back of that truck.

Yeah. It was fun
to kick a little ass.

And that's exactly what
the CIA is all about�

kicking ass for democracy.

That being said,
I have to pass.

Well, boys, there's our ride.

Good luck, Warren.

Hey, wait!

You have any business cards
or something?

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