All language subtitles for Covert.Affairs.S02E04.720p.HDTV.x264

This is how any properly executed
spy exchange should go.

You take delivery of the
prisoner at the airport.

In this case,
one Carlo Reni,

Italian A.I.S.E.,
recently arrested by the FBI

for domestic spying.

Yes, Dorothy,
allies spy on allies.

♪ ♪

You will fly to the designated
exchange location in Argentina,

which, by the way,
is gorgeous in the summer.

But it's summer here now,
meaning--

oh, well, you'll see.

You will land at a lovely
little bit of paradise

in the middle of nowhere,

90 miles as the crow flies
northeast of Buenos Aires.

Perfect for the quiet,
off-the-record,

slightly frosty exchange
of foreign operatives.

You will then make the exchange
just as you made the pickup.

You'll be on the ground
all of five minutes

and everyone returns home.

Easy-peasy--
that's how it's done.

So, Annie Walker,

have yourself a lovely flight.

You speak Italian?

Interesting.

Blonde, Nordic forehead,

and lovely mediterranean eyes.

You have a drop
of Italian in you maybe?

I'm American.

But before that.

Before that,
I was American.

Hmm.

And you--

darker features,
which suggest Southern Italy,

which is rare for a spy,
but your dialect

is actually Romano.

Roma, of course--
there is no south in me.

Below Roma,
it's mostly peasants.

And I'm not a spy.
I'm a journalist.

Right.

Per favore, signorina,

it is very hard for an Italian
to talk without his hands.

Forget it.

Maybe I will have
some peanuts.

Sit tight.

I'll be back.

I-I said sit tight.

That's not something
I'm good at--sit tight.

Fine.
Stay close.

So how does
a woman like you

end up in a dirty trade
like this?

Is it God, country,
apple cake?

- Pie.
- Excuse me?

God, country, apple pie.

Cake is better.

Or panna cotta.
Oh!

God, country,
and panna cotta.

- Annie.
- We're on the ground.

Welcome to sunny Argentina.
How was your flight?

Talkative.

But not hard on the eyes,
I'm told.

I didn't notice.

Well, of course not.
Neither would I.

Auggie, where's our contact?

We're here alone.

Out dealing with weather.

Hurricane-force winds
in the South Atlantic.

They were forced to land
in the Falklands.

The Falklands
is 250 miles from here.

Well, you're in paradise
with a handsome Italian.

Adapt, overcome,
make small talk.

- That's your advice?
- Sorry.

Late night.

Uh, they do expect
to be wheels up,

hopefully within two hours,
weather permitting.

Perfect.

Excuse me?

I got to go.

Don't be a stranger.

Really, Carlo?

Oh!

There's nothing
around here for miles.

Where do you think
you're going?

Oh!
Ow!

What were you gonna do--
run all the way to Buenos Aires?

Ugh, if I have to.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
I'm not going back to Italy.

There are people there

who are very anxious
to silence me.

You saying
there's something worse

than the CIA waiting for you?
Oh, you don't believe me?

My job is to deliver
you safely,

and that's what I'm gonna do.

You know, I changed my mind.

There is nothing Italian
about you.

Run.

- What?
- Run!

♪ Covert Affairs 02x04 ♪
All the Right Friends
Original Air Date on June 28, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

Come on!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

You don't have a gun?
No.

My agency is no doubt talking
to your agency right now,

consulting
with the Argentineans

and developing a safe
and smooth exit for us.

We'll be fine.

Come on.
Let's go.

This is a disaster.

This was a favor, Joan.
A professional courtesy...

I'm aware of that.

Based on personal assurances
and our long friendship!

May I suggest
you take a breath, Jorge?

No, Romano,
I will not take a breath,

and I take exception to that!

I was made assurances this
would be a simple proposition.

Two allies, simple exchange,
30 minutes tops.

Now I have
two international spies

and an assassin
loose in my country!

And we have every intention
of rectifying that, Jorge.

- Really? How?
- Please, I won't be snapped at!

We are each
in a predicament here.

Ay, dios mio!
What predicament are you in?

- Gentlemen, please.
- My hands are tied, Joan.

It would be one thing
if we shared the details

with our departments of state,
but I was asked not to.

What are you saying, Jorge?

I like my job.
I plan to keep it.

If I catch either operative,

I will arrest them
as foreign spies.

That would mean jail.

- You're being a fool.
- I'm sorry, Joan.

You would do the same
if you were in my shoes.

Signal's gone.

Huh.
Both signals.

That was...

Interesting.

What do you want to do?

I have a feeling our
domestic colleagues at the FBI

haven't been
completely forthright with us

about our Mr. Reni.
I'm on it.

State?
Open a back channel?

- No, not yet.
- Liaise with the D.O.D.?

I have a different duty
for you--you're to see Arthur.

- We're in the middle of an op.
- Mm-hmm.

And Jai's gonna handle it.
Annie's in good hands.

Arthur's waiting for you.

Oh!
Whew!

I-I-I--

I had a tryout
with A.C. Fiorentina--

yeah, midfielder.

I hurt my knee, and they still
wanted to sign me, but--

We need to keep moving.
I don't want to lose the light.

- Ah, well, we need a plan.
- I have a plan.

I don't trust your plan.

Well, I don't remember
asking you to.

I know the perfect place.

I have friends
in a little beach town

outside Mar del Plata--
Italian.

Neapolitan,
but they're good people.

She makes a stuffed calamari
with squid ink.

Ho-ho!
Molto bene.

- We're going this way.
- It's really good.

- It's protocol.
- Protocol?

Yeah, which already saved
your life once.

Uh-huh, yeah,
I realize your boss requires

a blind allegiance
and slavish devotion, okay?

We don't have time for this.

But I know for a fact
that your agency's in league

with the people
who are trying to kill me.

You understand?
You're like a dog with a bone.

And I know
that I'm absolutely right.

- You're not right.
- Absolutely.

Not this time.

Now, please.

To where?

I'm gonna take you to
a safe location in Buenos Aires.

- Oh, okay.
- Once there, I check in.

If everything's okay, I'll take
you to the Italian embassy.

Hey, hey, no.

- Yes.
- Ah!

Nightmare.
Don't worry.

By tonight, you'll be home
safe in Italy,

and all this will be over.

I don't know how people
like you sleep at night.

I know you felt
you owed me, sir,

but a promotion?

This would be a substantial
change in your life--

a staff, your own office
on the seventh floor.

Whoa. A view.

A bump in grade means
a bump in pay--

a significant one.

Next, you're gonna offer me
a new parking space.

Two spaces down from mine.

Two spaces south
is the D.D.I.

He's not going anywhere.

Two spaces north...

Office
of Congressional Affairs?

We think you'd be perfect.

You want me in O.C.A.?

We want you to run O.C.A.

Charlie's going green badge.

He's got kids
to put through college.

Plus, it's time for newer blood,
younger blood.

Well, that would mean--

Yes, Auggie.

You'd be overt.

I could never go
in the field again.

Yeah, that's right.

Once you step in front
of the cameras, it's--

I remember when I did it.

It was a big step.

You'd be one of three
public faces for the CIA--

the D.C.I., me, and you.

Here I thought
I was in trouble.

Oh, this is a hell
of an opportunity--

a career maker.

And honestly...

We're not exactly pulling you
from the field.

The D.C.I. and I agree.

We both think you are
the right man for the job.

I'm speechless.

Well, you'd have
to work on that.

You can't be speechless
on this job.

- When?
- You'd start next week.

So you need to give it
some serious thought.

Carlo Reni was arrested
by the FBI two days ago

for reading the trash
at the Bureau of Land Management

here in D.C.

He said he was investigating
a story for--

I know.
I know.

He stuck to his cover.
I know this.

Tell me what I don't know.

The FBI had him
all of five hours

before the Italian A.I.S.E.
offered up a trade.

Did you know that?
No.

Which means, of course--

His own agency
blew his cover.

- He knows something.
- What?

He said he was only
in the country for five days

before he was arrested.

- Where was he before that?
- A lot of traveling--

mostly South America,
working his cover.

Before that,
some Middle East visits.

He was kicked out of Iran
for publishing articles

"Libelous and unfavorable
to the government."

What does Persia House say?

That he was kicked out
for his story, ostensibly.

They have him on a watch list.

Get Genaro.
I want a face-to-face.

Auggie.
Joan.

Good meeting?

Interesting meeting.

What can I do?

I want confirmation that
there is a jet on the ground

in the Falklands.

I want to know whether or not
we're being played.

I can do that.

And someone please find out
who the opposition is.

If we have a hitter
in the field,

I want to know who it is.

And this is probably
where you steal

some hapless peasant's vehicle,

his only worldly possession--
typical.

Actually, this is where
I buy it.

Buenos dias!

But you would have
stolen it.

Let me drive.
I know the way.

In Italy,
a woman never drives.

The man drives.

We're not in Italy.

Fine.

Get us lost.
We're not lost.

It's only a matter of time.

Auggie?

Got a signal, I think,

at least that's
what N.G.A. tells me,

but they might be playing
with me.

Officially,
it's in customs' hold.

Passengers and crew
are still aboard.

Can we get eyes
on the ground?

Working on it.

What about Genaro
at the Italian embassy?

I'm making arrangements.

Word is, he'd like
to speak with you, too.

Good.

- Anything on our hitter?
- One possible--

a Helmut Drum.

He arrived in Buenos Aires

on a flight from London
yesterday morning--

former Chechen separatist,

noted involvement
in death squads,

ties to the usual
unsavory suspects,

mostly Eastern Europe.

It's believed
he's independent.

European ties,
anglo appearance

makes him a good commodity
in certain markets.

Now he's in Argentina.

He fits Annie's description.

I profiled this guy
for the U.K. desk.

He is not
a true believer anymore.

He is all about the money.

He's the real deal.
Let's give Annie a heads-up.

Already tried.
Can't reach her.

- Try again.
- Yep.

This wouldn't happen
if you let me drive.

I would kill for a macchiato.

Speaking of which...

Any idea who wants you dead?

- Now you want to know?
- Might be helpful.

People in your line of work,
maybe people you know.

I don't know people
like that.

And I don't work
with people like that.

You keep saying
you're not a spy,

and yet consider
the circumstances.

I admit to making
certain parties unhappy.

It's the nature of my work.

The only thing we have
in common--

I'm not the one
with an assassin after him.

The free press has its enemies
in your country and mine.

I'll give you
one thing, Carlo.

Whatever you are,
you talk a good game.

I'll give you that.

Alternator belt.

It's not pretty,
but it'll hold.

Another thing I'm not--
mechanical.

If I found you a macchiato,

you think
that might jog your memory

about who's after us?

Maybe.

But no caramel
or whipped cream.

It's coffee.
It's not an apple pie.

Look, Internet--

I could check my blog.

Classic.

Perfect journo cover.

We both know
there's nothing on your blog.

No?
Let's go.

I'll show you
what I've dedicated my life to,

why people follow my work,
even Americans.

How many people
in Argentina do you think

are logged on to your blog
right now?

My guess is only you.

I happen to have
a, uh, devoted following

in Tierra del Fuego.

Whosever after us
will be watching it.

As soon as you log on,
they'd have us.

So...

No.

And as far as the Argentinean
authorities are concerned,

you and I are both spies.

They find us,
we go to jail.

Jail doesn't scare me.

It's a censored press
that scares me.

Come on.

Treat time.

Gracias.

Ooh!
Milanesa!

Eggs, crumbs, little rub,
quick fry.

Oh!

Oh, ho-ho!
Mm-hmm.

Argentine beef--
the second-best in the world.

It's one of the reasons
I love Argentina.

Frankly,
I prefer parrillada.

Oh, parrillada.
Bene.

Macchiato.

Marked.

I know the saucer's
not heated,

but when in Argentina...

You like me.

I can tell.

No, we have what
we Romans call "simpatia."

You feel it, too, yes?

It's the common space,

the mortar between the bricks,
the words between the words--

courage...

Passion, principles.

Simpatia.

This is...
maybe you and me.

You are either
the best operative

I have ever seen
or the absolute worst.

I can't make up my mind.

I couldn't do what you do.

I trust people.
They trust me.

It's how I do my job.
Me too.

People trust me.

Lots of people trust me,
in fact.

And what does the CIA
ask you to do with this "trust"?

Today they're having me
protect and deliver

a foreign operative.

You know what?

Treat time's over.
Let's go.

You know what, Carlo?
You have us wrong.

Uh-huh.

You got me wrong.

I need to, um, use the...

without assistance.

Oh, no.

I-I promise
on my mother's grave,

I will not run away.

Ah!
Scusa.

Scusa.
Grazie.

Your mom's not really dead,
is she?

Policia federal.

That's a good thing, yes?

That's not a good thing.

What are they doing here?

Hmm, it's Argentina.

They're probably--

Get down!

What are you doing?

Carlo, I need you
to be quiet right now.

Grab something.

What?

And this is where
I'm not supposed to argue?

Do you see him?

No.
Maybe policia got him.

Oh, I doubt it.

How did he find us?

I don't know.

Here you go.

I'm very worried, Romano.

I'm exposed here.

Joan, of course,
you know I'm sympathetic.

This piece of cake
we planned

has turned
into a disaster for me.

Keeping this on the sly
has been a total mistake.

I can't do it anymore.

I have to go vertical
with this, Romano.

What? Let's not lose
our heads, dear.

I don't know.
I'm very confused.

I need to tell my boss.

I need to tell
the State Department.

I have to read them in on this,
or it will be my ass...

In a very nasty
and very permanent way.

Joan, listen to me.

I won't let you go down.

I promise.

We are all on the hook here,
dear, not just you.

We are in this together.
I don't know about that.

Okay, look,
I understand your concern.

Just give me a few hours.

It's all going to work out.

I guess,
if you think it'll work.

Good.

Good.

Genaro fell for it.
He's dirty.

We're being played.
I'm sure of it.

Pleading,
"We're in this together"?

Right.

Actually,
there was a problem.

Annie busted through
a police barricade.

There's a countrywide A.P.B.
out on her.

What do you want me to do?

Change directives.

Let's move on an extraction.

Take your clothes off.

Uh, pardon me?

There's no way that hitter
could have known where we were.

Take 'em off.

Um...

For heaven sakes.

I'll step outside.

No, that--ah.

When you were in custody,
did anyone come to visit you?

Uh, yes.

One person from the embassy.
So what?

Who?

He didn't say his name.

Did anyone else have access

to where you were
or your things?

No.

You didn't check
your clothes.

No.
Why would I?

That's how the hitter
found us.

He must have planted it
on you when you met.

Get dressed.
We're on foot from here.

Are you kidding?

"Get dressed. Take it off.

Run. Come here.
Stop. Go there."

Again?

It's for your own good.

Yeah, sure.
Whatever.

You know, I bet you never had
an Italian boyfriend.

Oh, which would change
my life forever, no doubt.

You joke, but you ask
any woman, she'll tell you.

We know things.

You, however--
you're a lost cause.

- Are you really this person?
- Eh.

I'm trying to keep us alive,

and you're interested
in my boyfriends?

Well, I'm trying
to help your love life--

You want to help me?

Tell me who's trying
to kill you.

Well--

Unless a woman
shouldn't know these things.

Look, I mean--

I think it's about a story
I've been working on...

about the O.C.U.

The Italian
oil conglomerate?

Yes, exactly,
and the Italian government.

It's a conspiracy?

My sources are connected
to certain government officials.

It's about the oil rigs
here in South America.

I want to get you
to a safe house.

They say,
"Follow the money."

Well, I followed the money,
and here I am.

They know I'm close
to publishing.

I have corroboration--

how they bribed
and extorted

to get their share
of the San Jorge oil fields.

They want to stop me.
They need to stop me.

I am not a spy.

I'm a writer.

I've been working
on this story for two years.

Someone wants me
back in Italy to--

to stop me from publishing.

The Italian embassy
may not be the place to go.

Finally.

But we can't go
to the U.S. embassy either.

- Why?
- It's complicated.

Yeah?
Where are you?

- We're in the city.
- You are not safe.

The local authorities
have your descriptions.

Not surprising.

We're working
on an extraction.

You are not to go
to the Italian embassy.

Understood?
Yeah.

I-I already figured that out.

Are either of you injured?

No, we're good.

The package may not be
what we thought it was.

Well, I don't think anyone
is who we think they are.

Either way, your safety
is what's important.

Auggie's working
on a possible exit.

"Possible"?

Highly probable, though still
in the formative stages.

I need you to get

to the U.S. President's
Line terminal at the wharf.

U.S. President's line

at Buenos Aires
or La Cotta?

Buenos Aires, berth 28.

I'll have more information
when you get there.

Just get there and be safe.

And there's another detail
you need to be aware of.

Annie, we've discovered

that two of Carlo's contacts
have turned up dead

in the past 24 hours.

Both were employed by O.C.U.

He told me he's working
on a story about O.C.U.

Their names are Rinaldo
and Vasquez.

Keep your head down.
Get to the wharf.

We'll get you out.

What?

Rinaldo and Vasquez--
does that mean anything?

Two of my sources.
Why?

They're dead.

We have to get to the wharf.

My agency's gonna try
and get us out of here.

But, but--

Carlo.

Carlo, I'm sorry.

I know this is hard,
but we have to move.

I'm responsible.

They put their faith in me,
and now they're dead.

The police
are looking for us.

It'll all be for nothing if you
get caught and go to jail.

We have to move, now.

Uh, oh...

Sorry.

I need to talk
to the editor, please.

Claro que si.

Annie, how--
how did you know?

Where else would
a writer go?

A writer?

Look, we are still
in danger,

and I am still responsible
for you.

- When did you decide that--
- We don't have time for this.

We need to get
to the extraction point.

I am glad. I really am,
but I have to do this.

No, you need to trust me.

I do trust you...
Mostly.

But I trust this too.

Look, if I'm going
to get killed, Annie,

which at this point
is fairly probable,

then I have
to get my story out.

I have to.

I made promises, and I want
to keep those promises.

How do you know
they'll print it?

I don't.

But it's not
the battles won, Annie.

It's the battles waged.

You can understand that...

If you are
who I think you are.

Make it quick.

You think I have
an ulterior motive?

Frankly, yes.

We all have motives.

We're told that in our training,
to expect it.

You think mine are suspect
due to my circumstances?

No, sir.
Due to my circumstances.

Uh-huh.

You're
in a public relations battle,

and I'm the feel-good hit
of the summer.

That's ballsy, Auggie.

Good for you.

I have my reasons, sure.

And, yes, I am fighting
for my career.

So what?
It's irrelevant.

There's never a clean
game board, Auggie, never.

Gets more complicated
the higher you climb.

Up or down, yes or no.

Your decision, your terms.

To hell with me
or what I may or may not need.

And I wouldn't worry about me
too much if I were you.

I still have a few teeth
in my head.

Question--

who would I answer to?

The D.C.I. and me.

And what about...Perks?

What do you have in mind?

Say I wanted an extraction
in a foreign country.

I thought you were gonna ask
for a wet bar.

His people are working
on the same story.

He's got a reporter
in the San Jorge Gulf,

and I also got a name.

I know who visited me
when I was in custody.

- Who?
- Genaro.

Romano Genaro.
He's Italian intelligence.

He gets a cut
on any oil extracted--

potentially millions.

I knew I was making someone
in the government unhappy,

someone pulling strings.

I didn't know until now.

He's in for a big surprise.

What's the best way
to the wharf?

Genaro's our man.

He's been assisting the Italian
oil conglomerate O.C.U.

And coercing oil leases.

Carlo Reni's investigations
were about to uncover that

and name names.

That's why Genaro
was so anxious

to keep this off
the official channels.

So much
for professional courtesy.

Reni is not a spy.

But, Joan, this doesn't change
the facts on the ground.

Jorge--

Your operative crashed
through a police checkpoint

and assaulted
a local policeman.

I'm bringing her in.

Do not threaten me.
This is my operative at risk.

And this is the business
we're in, Joan.

You do your job.

I'll do mine.

Jorge, sometime,
somewhere...

We will have future business.

Do not think for a minute
that your harming

one of my people
will not have a deep impact

on our relationship.

Annie,
what's he doing here?

Someone at the newspaper
must have tipped him off.

What?

What?
I'm gonna uncuff you.

Give me your word.
Yeah.

I want you to stay right here,
and I'll be back.

No, wait, wait, wait.
What are you going to do?

Keep you safe.

Your people are not coming.

- They're coming.
- No.

The minute things
became complicated,

you became dispensable.

It's easier to just let us die.
You're wrong.

The people I work for don't
think of me as dispensable,

or you.

They'll be here.

Come on.

- You okay?
- Uh-huh.

That's our ride.

We have a visual on them.

Extraction team has them
in sight.

Local police
are on the scene.

Standing by.

My compliments...

eluding my men,
staying alive.

But this is the end
of the road.

Enough.

Miss, you and Mr. Reni
will leave my country

as quickly as possible.

Tell Joan I look forward
to our next time.

I will.

We're five by five,
both packages on board.

Over and out.

Mr. Genaro,
would you care to add anything

to your statement regarding
the attack

on a U.S. operative
in Argentina?

He offered you the job,
didn't he?

Looks like you're his boy now.

Good luck with that.

♪ Count the steps... ♪

- I, um...
- ♪ from where I am ♪

Big enough
to eat my words.

I'm going home,

and I'm publishing
because of the CIA.

Eh, I may have to rethink
some of my positions.

Italian men are impressive.

Come to Italy now.

I'll show you Roma.

My mother will cook.

Your mother?

Well, I'm a good Italian son.

Maybe another time.

♪ I know
you're never gonna... ♪

♪ I would have let
you leave ♪

♪ I would have let
you leave ♪

Ciao.

♪ ♪

♪ I would have let
you leave ♪

♪ the static waves
across the screen ♪

♪ define this notion ♪

♪ back and forth
and in between ♪

♪ like my emotion ♪

♪ And I know
you're never gonna understand ♪

♪ ♪

♪ and won't you slow down-- ♪

One new message.

Welcome home, stranger.

Look, find me
when you get a moment.

We need to talk.

I have some news.

Hope you had a good night.

Later.

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