All language subtitles for Covert Affairs S02E02 Good Advices

♪ ♪

Hey, where is everybody?

The 2:30 jaywalk run-through.

Yeah, but it's not
2:30 yet.

That's 'cause
they moved it to 2:00.

They sent a memo.

Alright, I need
an update on Budapest.

Sorry I'm late for--

- Surprise!
- Hey, surprise!

Happy Birthday!

Wow! Uh...

That is
totally unexpected.

I'm at a complete loss
for what to say

except that
it's not my birthday.

But it will be
in about six days.

How about we not quibble
over details

and you make a wish?
I can't blow out the candle,

not if it's not my actual
birthday,

'cause it's bad luck.

Does this mean no cake?

Yes, cake.
Have at it.

There you go again,
lighting up a room.

So the sudden craving
for chai...

- Subterfuge.
- Auggie,

you are six whole days off.

You don't need subterfuge.
You need a calendar.

Oh.

Unless...you know
some reason why

I won't be here next week
to celebrate.

Annie.

A word in my office
when you're done here.

Auggie...

You're sending me to Paris?

See? Now I'm already
having second thoughts.

But you just gave me
the assignment.

Yeah. But you've
got that look.

Look? What look?

The look that every
female operative gets

the first time
I send her to Paris.

Your pupils are dilating.

Did you even hear
what your mission was?

Yes! To cultivate
an asset in Paris.

Her name is Salma Devrient.

She was born and raised
in Clichy-sous-Bois.

Her father is French.
Her mother is from Aleppo.

She works for the Syrian embassy
as the social secretary.

And we think she might be
vulnerable why?

Because her fiance
of the past two years

just broke up with her,

and she is a week late
in her rent.

Joan, look.
My pupils are fine.

Okay.

Do we think that the Syrians

might be reconstituting
their weapons program?

We think it would be helpful

to have a friend inside
the embassy, nothing more.

It's hard to believe
there isn't someone

in the Paris station who's in
a better position to do that.

Are you gonna make me
have third thoughts?

'Cause there's plenty of people
who want to take this mission.

No. Thank you.
I appreciate the opportunity.

You've done some solid
work here, Annie,

but at the end of the day,

it's the cultivation
of intelligence assets

that determines how successful
you are in the CIA.

Assets like Salma.
I understand.

Just go and use
your best judgment.

And bring back receipts.

♪ ♪

♪ what would you say
was the matter ♪

♪ when we all looked
at each other ♪

♪ when we all cried together ♪

♪ I was right ♪

♪ if we could,
I'll say we're sorry... ♪

So you've been there
three days already.

What have you learned?

I've learned
she likes her routines.

She's got a good eye
for accessories.

And that she's not so crazy
about her coworkers.

You know, you are eventually
going to have to

initiate contact with her.

This isn't a total boondoggle.

Is that your way of telling me
you miss me?

Yeah, sure, joke now.

Wait till the bean counters
get their hands on you.

Don't expect those excuses
to hold water with accounting.

Or Joan,
for that matter.

Stay focused,
find your in,

and all will be fine.

I think...
I have an opening.

19th century portraits.

You call that an opening?

Got any good
conversation starters?

Yeah, I do, actually,

but they all require
that you not be able to see.

Thanks.

♪ Covert Affairs 2x02 ♪
Good Advices
Original Air Date on June 14, 2011

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Did you ask for
a postponement?

I don't want a postponement.

You know, I can do that thing
with the guy

with the strings getting pulled.

- One phone call.
- It's my civic duty.

Okay. But what if you
get stuck on some OJ-like trial?

You could be sequestered
for weeks.

I'm not gonna be sequestered,

because I won't even be
selected.

You don't know that.

If you were on trial,

would you want me
on your jury?

Can I take
the fifth on that one?

I'll put everything together

you'll need before I leave.

Do we have a status on Annie?

She's making
some real progress.

So she hasn't
established contact.

- She's getting super-close.
- Let's read her in

on the chatter
out of Damascus, okay?

Maybe accelerate things
over there.

I'll get right on it.

I wouldn't feel comfortable
reporting for jury duty

if I didn't trust you
to fill in, Auggie.

You're gonna do fine
without me.

Okay.

Why didn't you just run her
down right there in the store?

Because, Auggie,
it would have embarrassed her,

confronting her
in public like that.

I assume you staged
the dummy bag.

Yeah. Tour guide, Metro map,
key to my hotel room.

Smithsonian business cards.

Hey, guys,
run a number for me.

43-59-14-17.

See if anything turns up.

You sure she's gonna
call you back?

Maybe she'll like
her new bag better.

If worse comes to worse,
I'll call her later,

but I want Salma to be the one
who reaches out.

It's better
if she feels responsible.

And what did it cost to lay
this Freudian trap of yours?

6,000.

6--

6,000 Euros for a pocketbook?

6 grand's not bad.
Full retail's closer to 7.

Can you return it
when you're done

or convert it into a condo?

You're obviously
not a woman.

Joan will understand
the underlying psychology.

No.
Joan would not understand.

Oh. Hey, Joan.

Auggie,
little heads up next time.

Hey, it's not like

I'm the most difficult guy
to sneak up on.

Annie, you do realize
we didn't send you to Paris

to scout Fashion Week.

Did you read her in yet?

Read me in on what?

There's been increased
chatter out of Damascus.

We think Mahmoud Kanaan
is on the move.

Chemical Kanaan's here?
In Paris?

We don't know.
It'd be nice if you could

stop shopping and help us
answer that question.

Okay. Can I get something
to I.D. him with, a photo...

We would if we could,
but we can't.

Chemical Kanaan is a ghost.

20 years flouting IAEA
nonproliferation sanctions,

and we still don't know
what he looks like.

Hold on.
That's my other line.

Okay. I don't like
to use this term, but...

If it helps keep anyone in line
while I'm out of pocket,

you can say
you're in charge.

What--he's in charge?

Like I said.

I promise not to abuse it.

Devrient. It's okay
if you like to speak in English.

Merci--I mean,
thank you.

I'm so sorry for the mix-up.

I didn't touch
anything inside.

No. Of course not.
Neither did I.

Couldn't help but wonder,
though, what you paid for it.

Just feel like an idiot
who still pays full retail.

I don't remember.

Oh. Look at me being so rude.

I don't even know you yet.

I'm already asking
personal questions.

Won't you please sit down?
I really should be going.

Oh, please? I ordered this
whole bottle of wine by mistake.

Verre...Bouteille.
I get so confused.

You have to help me
finish it.

I bought the bag
after my fiance left.

I couldn't afford it,
really.

But it makes you
feel better.

We call that retail therapy
in the states.

Retail therapy? Yes.
I like that.

It works much better
than ice cream.

At least until
your credit runs out.

Yeah. You need
a better-paying job.

Yeah. A better breed
of fiance.

Sometimes the two
come hand-in-hand.

I really should be going.

They embassy will want me
to report my bag being missing.

Oh, but you got it all
back in one piece.

I know,
but they have their rules.

They will want me to change
all the locks and passwords.

I know this is really
last-minute,

but I have to go to this
black tie event tonight.

I don't want to go
by myself.

It will be so boring.

You want to go with me?
Tonight?

Do you already have plans?

Uh, no.

I don't know.
I--

I kind of met this man
yesterday.

You little minx.
You work so fast.

What's his name?
Where'd you meet him?

His name is George.
But it's nothing, really.

Not yet anyway.

But he said he was
going to call.

So you're gonna go home
and wait by the phone?

Oh ho ho...

Take it from me--

you gotta play harder to get.

Do you go to party like this
for work every night?

Not every night.

Oh, I need to find
the ladies' room.

Oh. Okay. I'll meet you
right over there.

Okay.

And you didn't believe
in kismet?

Listen, buddy, if you--

Bonsoir.

Bonsoir.

Uh, this is, uh...

A pleasant surprise,
I hope.

It is. Very much so.

Who knew you were
a patron of the arts?

Well, what can I say?

I like beautiful things.

That tux does suit you.

I'm contractually
obligated to wear it

every time I'm in Paris.

It's good for the image...

of the city.
You seem distracted.

Am I keeping you
from anything?

You are, actually.

You don't mind if we reschedule
this little reunion, do you?

Enough said. I have business
to attend to myself.

Thank you, Eyal.

Let's consider it
a courtesy--

one professional
to the other.

By the way, that switch
you did with the bag...

Excellent spycraft there.
Well played.

And much more fashionable

than that titanium thing
you lugged around Zurich.

- How do you know--
- George?

You two know each other?

Remember that man
I told you about?

The one I just met.
This is him.

Pleasure to meet you.

The pleasure's
all mine, George.

Thank you so much
for bringing me with you.

I feel like Cinderella.

Ah.

Perfect timing.

Thank you so much.

Shall we?

It's surreal, isn't it?

How small is the world.

And you two have
so much in common.

- Really?
- George exports antiquities

out of Cyprus,

and Annie represents
the Smithsonian Institute.

Perhaps we should, uh,
talk later.

Oh, we should definitely
talk later.

How exactly
did you two meet?

That's a funny story,

because he was here
in the museum.

Just yesterday.
Right here?

It was actually, uh,
19th century portraits.

Yes.

I was by myself after work,

and from out of nowhere,
George came in

asking me how I felt about
the brush strokes.

And before I knew it,

we were spending
the next nine hours together.

It's kismet.

That's exactly
what George said!

Did you hear that, George?

I feel like dancing.
Would you care to dance?

I would love to.

Will you be okay
on your own, Annie?

Oh, of course.

Don't worry about me!

Hey, what's up?

We have a little problem.

Your kid's home sick
from school,

you've got a big powerpoint
presentation to make,

your boss is on your ass.

If any of you find
any of those excuses

on the tips of your tongues,

please leave them there.

I've heard them all before.

In a moment,
we will begin voir dire,

which is the process
by which these attorneys

will select or reject...
Hello?

You okay to talk?

Uh...
I'm okay to listen.

Annie just called in
from Paris.

Looks like Mossad's
after Salma too.

They sent Eyal Leven.

Uh-huh.

I don't think they'd send him
on a fishing expedition,

so they must have
a bead on something.

Are we hearing
any chatter?

What?

Are we hearing any--

chatter?

No. Are you in
the courtroom now?

Mm-hmm.

The Israeli desk is checking
on the deconfliction protocol.

I went ahead and set up
a line of credit

with the clearing bank in case
Annie winds up in a bidding war.

Okay. Well, just tell Annie
no more buying bags.

- Did I hear something banging?
- No.

Bags. No more buying bags.

Juror number nine!

Are we interrupting
your phone conversation?

Uh...No.

I--
no, your honor.

We may proceed with voir dire.

If I have your permission.

Uh, yes, of course,
your honor.

Voir dire away.

Thank you, number nine.

Uh...

Lucky guess.

I'm going to go
freshen up.

So they have you seducing
secretaries now?

And you with that tired
old line about kismet.

You're upset.
I get that.

You were so focused
on following Salma,

you never realized you were
being followed yourself.

Listen,
don't beat yourself up.

I'm really good at this.
So you like to tell me.

So how were you planning
on turning her?

It's the hardest thing
we're tasked to do.

Make your pitch at the
wrong time, in the wrong way,

it can all blow up
in your face.

How are you planning on
getting her to spy for Mossad?

- I'm not.
- You're not?

No. I'm gonna convince
an impressionable young woman

to do a favor
for her new lover.

It's a tactic tested
in the field many times.

She will never know me
as anyone but George Yiokas,

a businessman from Cyprus.

Don't get too cocky yet,
neshama.

I still have a few cards
up my sleeve.

I'd keep them a little closer
to my chest this time.

That was awkward.

I just ran into someone
from work.

He asked me
what I was doing here.

- What did you tell him?
- You did you say?

That you were an old friend
from university

and that George here
was a private art collector

trying to get lucky.

That sounds about right.

This place is feeling
a little tired.

How about
we get out of here?

All right.

Finally, some privacy.

It's getting late, George.
Can we drop you somewhere?

What are you talking about?
The night is still young.

I know this great little bar
in the Marais.

Why don't we just drive
around a bit, okay?

Nothing like this
ever happened to me before.

I settle for the first guy
who show me any interest,

and even he dumped me.

And now, suddenly...

There is this stunning man

and this so glamorous
new friend

fighting for my attention.

And I can only come up
with one explanation.

You want access
to the embassy.

- Embassy?
- What are you talking about?

I'm pretty sure Annie
works with the CIA.

And if I have to guess,
George here--

it's not your real name,
is it?

It's probably MI-6.

You seem too Jewish to be
an actual Mossad officer.

Too Jewish?

I think you've had
too much to drink.

- I think you've lost it.
- Whatever.

Mahmoud Kanaan
is coming to town tomorrow,

and I know where.

I've decided to auction off
what I know

for the highest bidder.

If I'm right, I will be waiting
for your offers.

If I'm wrong, well...

It was fun while it lasted.

I totally didn't
see that coming.

Did you?

What is it about you
Americans

that brings out the worst
in everyone you meet?

Where do we stand?

I've got Salma
on the other line.

She says we have a deal
at 50.

50,000 Euros.
What happened to 30?

30 was half an hour ago,

before Mossad
made their final bid.

And you thought the pocketbook
was expensive.

All right.
Let me check with Joan.

Why does it feel like
we're bidding against ourselves?

We're supposed to be allies.

And there is no way Joan
authorizes 50.

Not even to get
a bead on Kanaan.

We are confirmed
up to 50,000.

Make this happen, Annie.

Salma?

We got a deal.
Bonsoir, Annie Walker.

Typical CIA, huh?
Always taking shortcuts.

She was supposed to meet me
at the cafe at 11:00.

And me at the hotel
at 11:30.

She took both our offers?

I'm beginning to like
this girl more and more.

Salma?

I'll cover the street!

Eyal!

Who sent you?
What do you want?

What do you want?

Que vous envoie?
Que vous envoie?

Could have
at least called it in.

No. It will sort itself out.

Less trail we leave,
the better.

- So what now?
- Now we part ways

and go to ground.

This is as good a place
as any.

Since I'm not one
for teary good-byes,

let's leave it at au revoir.

What about Kanaan?

What about Kanaan?

Well, Salma obviously
knew something

for someone
to want her dead.

And you're gonna
find out how?

By going back to her place?
Good luck with that.

When I went through
Salma's bag,

there was something missing
from the day before.

A post-it with
a phone number on it.

It might have something
to do with Kanaan.

If we put our heads together--
I don't do

the putting together
of heads.

I work alone.
But I think--

No buts. I can't be
responsible for you.

We really gotta stop
meeting like this.

Okay, on three, guys.

One, two, three.

Happy Birthday!

I hope we didn't
wake you up in Topeka

or Des Moines

or wherever you are today.

We've got you on a new
return flight at 1600 hours.

Auggie, is there a train
arriving at Gare de Lyon at...

2:17?

Yes. From Marseille.
Why?

I think I know
where Kanaan's going to be.

And you've been working
at the World Bank for how long?

11 years altogether,

7 in development
in the Balkans

and the last four...

And in your capacity
at the World Bank,

have you come in contact
with anyone--

I'm...sorry.

Would it be possible
to request a recess?

A recess.

It might be difficult
for you, juror 9, as a banker,

to fully grasp the concept
of doing your civic duty.

But I can assure you

that unlimited texting does not
fall under its umbrella.

Marshal, confiscate
juror 9's phone, please.

Any news?

Joan's not getting
back to me.

I meant on Kanaan.

Annie thinks he might be
arriving

at the Gare de Lyon
in 15 minutes.

Well, can she
get there in time?

- Already in route.
- Waiting for you

to make a decision.

Salma's dead.
Mossad's already gone to ground,

and Annie might be burned.

Plus, we have no idea what
this guy even looks like.

Which makes getting
a photo of him

all the more valuable.

Joan would bring her in.

But you're not Joan.

Hey, guys, book Annie
on a later return flight.

She needs another hour.
Or two.

Any idea how she's supposed
to take a picture of someone

when no one knows
who she's looking for?

Hey!

Get it?

Got it.

That's a good picture.

The frame...
The mise-en-scene...

Ah, ah.

Go on.

Yeah? What do you want?
You want an award?

No. I'm not
a prideful person.

It's always nice,
a few accolades, though.

Oh, you want accolades.

All right.

Here's some for you.

You have a little game,
Annie Walker.

I've seen a few in action.

So many have trouble
improvising,

but you...you have some
gears to shift into.

And you have, uh,

great interpersonal skills.

See, I agree, but my family
doesn't think so.

Family?

My sister.
She thinks I'm lying

and secretive and isolated.

She also thinks
I'm in Topeka.

- And you're close with her.
- Very.

- But she doesn't know...
- Anything.

That's how
the Agency likes it.

Hmm.

And you?

I used to tell my wife
everything.

You did?

That's how Mossad likes it.

They think it helps

to have someone at home
who knows where you are,

what you're doing.

Helps tether you
to something concrete.

Of course, then they get
to worry about you

instead of living blissfully
in ignorance...

So in a way, it's kind of
selfish to tell them.

Or at least, that's what my wife
said when she was leaving me.

Are you gonna tell me how you
found me at that train station?

Or was it just a lucky guess?

Just...

Good trade craft.

- Mm.
- I don't believe in luck.

Really?

So what time's your flight?

You up for one more or, uh,

you gotta call it quits?

I think I have time
for one more.

But only if you come clean
about the train station.

Deal.

Oh, hey, hold on
a second.

You have a little, uh...

Little schmutz
on your collar here.

Merci.

No problem.

Oh, and have them make mine
a little dirtier next time.

The man that was
sitting right here--

Talk to me.

- My location?
- 49 and 03 degrees north,

3 and 56 east,
just outside Epernay.

Now, hang tight.
The cavalry's on the way.

Yeah. I need more details
than that.

15, 20 minutes tops.

Remember that course
they taught at the farm?

How if you're captured...

You've got an hour
or so to escape?

And after that, the odds
of survival go to...

next to nothing.

Yeah.

They've had Eyal
for over an hour now.

Annie...You're what--
one against four, five?

They have a video camera,
Auggie.

And you're not
even armed.

He doesn't have anyone
looking out for him but me.

Okay.

Let's work the problem.

Tell me everything you see.

You okay?

Some explosion.
You cleared the room.

I assume you have
a way out of here?

Yeah. There's a truck
outside.

The keys are in the ignition.
I checked.

Shh!

Any chance you've been
issued a gun yet?

- Not yet.
- Yeah. This is a good plan.

Let's go!

Oh!

What do you think?

Ha ha ha.
They suit you.

You could have
pulled out my shoes,

out of that van,
before you blew it up.

Well, maybe if you were more
interested in watching your back

instead of stealing
my memory card...

Yeah. Yeah, well, that was
painfully easy, wasn't it?

The schmutz
on the collar routine.

A red flag
should have gone up

when you brought out
the yiddish.

Where is my memory card,
by the way?

You didn't.
The photo of Kanaan!

Something for
the higher-ups to figure out.

- That's me.
- Right.

I forgot to get a receipt
from the cab

when I went to the farmhouse.

Well, we can
take care of that.

Hold on a second.

What are you doing?

I don't know about Langley,

but these work fine
for Mossad.

So how much did it cost you?

500 euro.

500?

Wow. You got
totally ripped off.

You would have done
the same thing for me.

At those prices...

not a chance.

You don't want
to miss your plane.

Right.

If you're still
sitting in the box,

then you will be serving
on this jury.

Now, I can see this trial
going one of two ways.

It could carry on for
an extended period of time,

or we could be out of here
in three weeks.

So let's get comfortable.

Yes, number 9.

Your honor,

I know this might
sound self-aggrandizing,

but I cannot sit on
a three-week trial.

My job needs me.

You're right, number 9.

I do hear

the sound of
your own horn tooting.

Sit down.

Now, it is useful

for you to know what the various
parts of the trial are.

Can I borrow
your phone, please?

...Stage of
the proceedings is...

I will pay you $20.

The trial starts
with opening statements

by the lawyers,

and then they will state
the nature

of their factual
and legal claims.

Opening statements
are not proof of evidence...

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Now, so that you
will be aware

as you hear the evidence
of the legal claim--

Excuse me.

Thank you.

Juror number 9.

You have been excused
from serving on this jury.

The court
would like to thank you

for your service
to your community.

Thank you, your honor.

Can I have my phone, please?

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Mossad just
cabled this over.

They tell me
it's a nice shot.

Well, at least we know

he's not a figment
of our imagination.

Hmm.

It's not easy, is it...

Making decisions that affect
your friends' safety?

No, it's not.

Got news for you.

Doesn't get any easier.

♪ ♪

I thought
I heard you come in.

Oh. I didn't want
to wake you.

Um...

Thank you so much
for the message that you sent.

It came
at the perfect time.

You will never know how much
that meant to me.

So how was Topeka?

Actually...

I didn't go to Topeka.

I went to Paris.

Paris?
As in Paris, Paris?

Oui.

How did that happen?

It was a last-minute
thing at work.

Oh-my-freaking-God!

That's exactly what I said
when they told me--

just like that.

You little scamp.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you.

I feel horrible about it.

- It's okay.
- No.

It's not okay.
It's not.

Is that what
I think it is?

Yeah.

I wanted to spoil myself
for my birthday.

Good for you.

You deserve it.

Now, this might not
be high fashion...

But it is homemade.

Happy Birthday.

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