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Was that the gun?

There's like 20,000 people
in front of us.

It's gonna be a while
before we go.

I'm actually kinda surprised
you showed up.

I mean that in a good way.

I just didn't know that
you had kept training

after you moved out.

Yeah, got up at 6:00 a.m.
every morning.

And you got the time off
from work.

- Because usually--
- Hey.

I'm here.

Okay?

Ten years at the agency
I could never get a meeting

with the DCS
and now...

he drives all the way out here
to Petersburg just to see me.

Max Langford.

The face of a traitor.

I figured that sort
of reductive jingoism

might be beneath you.

What do you call a CIA analyst

convicted on 12 counts
of treason?

A patriot?

I doubt you came all the way
out here just to insult me.

Does the name Yuri Trubachev
mean anything to you?

Yeah, he's a top engineer
for the Russian nuclear program.

He's a CIA asset since the end
of the Cold War.

You know he was murdered
yesterday in Red Square.

They don't exactly allow me
to surf the web around here.

There are only 12 people
at the Agency

that knew Trubachev
was CIA asset.

I'm looking for information

on how his identity
could have been compromised.

I spend 23 hours a day

walking around
a 68-square-foot room

and I can count on one hand
the number of human beings

that I have spoken to
in the last year.

So if you're looking for someone
with their ear to the ground,

I'm afraid you've come
to the wrong place.

Forgive me if I don't weep
with sympathy

for your living conditions.

That's funny, you know...

An American sells a secret
to the Russians, he's a traitor.

But a Russian sells secrets
to us, and he's a hero.

And a man who sells out
his agency...

is a prisoner.

Have a nice life.

Wish I could help you.

Joan. Call in your team.

Langford doesn't just know
something about this murder...

He's behind it.

[Can You Save Me?
By Apple Trees and Tangerines]

♪ Covert Affairs 02x14 ♪
Horse to Water
Original Air Date on November 22, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

♪ ♪

♪ Can you save me ♪

♪ from this nothing
I've become? ♪

♪ it's just something
that I've done ♪

♪ I never meant
to cause you worry ♪

♪ don't you blame me ♪

♪ for this nothing
I've become ♪

♪ it's just something
that I've done ♪

♪ I never meant to show you
my mistakes ♪

Um, check it out.

Is she wearing jeans?

For a marathon?

I mean, the chafing.

I missed this.

Us.

Annie. We need you back
in the office.

If this is some elaborate scam
to get you out of running,

I'd actually be pretty
impressed.

I guess I gotta go.

No, you're right.
Whatever...Stan is blowing up

needs you more than I do.

You sure?

I'll be fine.
Seriously.

Hey.

I know that look.

Oh, you know all my looks.

So why do you think Max
is our guy?

He was a born analyst.
He thrives on information.

- You know what he asked me today?
- What?

Nothing.
Not a single question.

Even after I clearly came
to him

looking to discuss
an active case.

It's hard to believe he could
accomplish something like this

from solitary confinement.

Nicholson did a decade ago.

Max is that kind of analyst--
brilliant and wily as hell.

I bet he savors the challenge.

Max Langford was a dark chapter
for our agency.

Three operatives killed,

an entire department
compromised.

Took us years to recover.

I understand
the DCI's concern.

Completely.

And his need to loop you in.

What do you mean?

I mean, if this thing
goes sideways,

who better to point a finger at
then somebody who not only

knew Langford but knew
the players

and knows where the bodies are?

Let 'em point.

I'm stopping this bastard
here and now.

Working theory.

Max Langford has established
and is maintaining an intel ring

from prison.

We believe this ring may have
been responsible

for the death of an asset
in Moscow yesterday.

We mean to discover his methods
and shut it down.

Every aspect of Max's life--
his past, his present--

will be dissected and examined.

Everyone he knows--his lawyers,
his family, his friends.

No stone unturned.
Auggie?

Max has two daughters.

The older sister Bebe
owns a gift shop in Alexandria.

Despite being only
two hours away,

she's never visited her father
in prison.

Our leading candidate
is Max's other daughter Grace.

Grace moved to work at
a horse farm near Petersburg

so she could be closer
to her dad.

Grace and Max's lawyer
are the only two people

who have visited him
in prison.

Grace visits him every week
and she's our likely target.

Jillian, you take Bebe.

Annie, I want you on Grace.

Collins, you're with me.

We'll liaise with legal
about Max's lawyer.

Everybody else,
let's get to work.

Just think, you could be
gutting it out

at mile 21 right now.

Which Danielle is doing
without me.

Her and 20,000 strangers.

I gotta tell you, Auggie,

this job is not great
for sisterly bonding.

I am trying to do
damage control,

and I feel like all I ever do
is apologize.

Giver her some credit.
She knows you're trying.

- You think?
- I do.

And you are.

Now, attention, class.
Today's lesson--horses.

What about them?

Your target's a veterinarian.

Grace works at a facility

that breeds and cares
for race horses.

Your cover is a journalist.

Breeder's Magazine.
No joke.

Here are some back issues.
I read it for the articles.

You should've pulled Danielle
out of the marathon.

She's the real horse buff
of this family.

But you're the better
operative, and from what I hear,

you've gotten a few ribbons
yourself.

It's in your file.
I know it's creepy.

You know what's creepy?

I'm getting used
to the creepiness.

A good reporter needs
three things.

A mini recorder,
a reporter's tablet,

and the truth.

Thanks, Professor.

There will be a quiz later.

- Good morning, Emily.
- Good morning!

I was told to tell you
that the Langford mission

is a DPD assignment.

Langford mission?

I didn't even know
that was in play.

Fine.
Um...

Keep my Asian Humint debrief.
Don't cancel it.

Actually, they called.
They wanna reschedule.

To when?

They said
they'd get back to us.

Okay.
Thank you.

Excuse me.
I'm looking for Grace.

Do you know where she is?

Thanks.

- You're a reporter.
- That's right.

Annie Walker.
It's a pleasure to meet you.

I'm afraid you came a long way
for nothing, Ms. Walker.

I don't talk to the press.

You don't?
Why's that?

I'm gonna have to ask you
to leave.

Does your employer
know about this?

Wouldn't he consider an article
about your care and treatment

of his retired race animals
beneficial to his business?

Frankly, my editor and I
really admire your stand,

and we'd like to help you
make your case...

If you'd let us.

Oh. I thought you were
interested in something else.

I get a lot of visits
from the press.

What else
are they interested in?

Nothing.

I usually have to say
something

before somebody asks me
to leave.

Um, is this a bad time?

Actually, it is.

If I'd known--
I have an existing appointment.

That's okay.
Could we reschedule?

I have a demanding editor
and a deadline.

- Who are you with again?
- Breeder's Magazine.

Ah. Studs-R-Us.

We prefer Studs Monthly.

Uh, how about tomorrow?
Say 11:00?

That'd be great.

Hi.

What are those famous
Walker instincts telling you?

I got a good vibe,
basically, if a brief one.

She couldn't talk.
So I'm gonna see her tomorrow.

I don't know,
underneath it all,

she seemed kinda fragile.

- She couldn't talk.
- Why?

I don't know.
But I'm about to find out.

- I'm following her.
- You need assistance?

- I can get a team there.
- No. I'm good.

She doesn't have any idea.

Or doesn't seem to care.

Or she's very good.

I have to get back to you,
Auggie.

Adnan al-Raheeb.
A Saudi with a history.

Arms dealing most significantly,
but not exclusively.

Could you overhear
their conversation?

No, I was too far away.

His weapons customers include
FSB's Spetsnaz force.

There's our Russian
connection.

Good work, Annie.

It looks like we might've found
our traitor.

We've pored over
all the transcripts

and recordings of Grace's prison
visits with her father,

and discovered the probable
means of conveying information.

Chess. Barber.
Okay.

Langford and Grace are playing
a long-term game of chess,

that's one move per visit.

So at the end of every visit,
he'll say something like

"Knight to Rook four."

He's allowed a chess board
in his cell?

No, we're assuming he's
keeping the entire board

in his head.

Not easy, but he was
a brilliant analyst.

Yeah,
this is definitely code.

I mean, the only problem is
there are hundreds of thousands

of possible moves
on a chess board.

This is chess, okay,
not checkers.

So each piece could be
representative

of different variables.

We need to gain access
to Grace's house

to try to search for a key
or a cipher.

And because you have
the relationship with Grace,

you're gonna be in charge
of distracting her

and keeping her out while
the tech team scours her house.

A lot of five-year-olds are
just as fast as a stake horse.

But for the racing world,
fate has passed them by.

I'm ashamed to admit it,

considering I'm supposed
to be an expert,

but even though I've been
around horses my entire life

I've never ridden
a thoroughbred.

Until today.

Come on.

See what I mean?

I get it now.

As much fun as this is
for you,

it's even more fun
for the horses.

That horse your riding on?

He fractured his leg
at Pimlico.

A lot of folks said it wasn't
worth the money or effort

to try to heal him.

But I believe rehabilitation
is always possible...

And worth it.

We should probably start
heading back.

We don't have to go
on my account.

I'd love to stay out too,

but we need to get the horses
back to be fed.

Come on, we'll really open it up
on the way home.

- Okay.
- Let's go!

Incoming.

Incoming, guys.
Wrap it up.

We gotta go out the other door.
Out the other door.

Thanks.

Thanks so much.
That was really fun.

Anytime.

Wow.
It's a little stuffy in here.

So do you have to run
right now,

or would you like a glass
of wine?

Thanks, I'd love a glass.

Finally.

Talk to me, Barber.

We got outta there
in the Nick of time, man.

It was close.

You always say it was close.
Is it ever not close?

Seriously, this time
was ridiculous.

And the intel?
Anything promising?

Well, no key or cipher.

We got plenty of pics
to drill down.

Good work, Barber.
See you soon.

- Got a minute, Auggie?
- Jai, is that you?

No fragrance today?

You wanna grab a beer
after work?

Yeah, sure.
Allen's tavern?

Let's class it up a bit.
W hotel bar?

I'll bring my evening cane.

So...I've been thinking
about it,

and I owe you a bit
of an apology

for the way I acted yesterday.

What do you mean?

Well, when you approached
and said you were a reporter,

I assumed you wanted to talk
about my father.

Your father?

He was a CIA operative.

And he got caught up
in a scandal.

What kinda scandal?

Um...He allegedly...

sold secrets to the Russians.

And now he's in prison for it.

The whole thing is kinda murky
and, well, you know the CIA.

What do you mean?

Well, they're not exactly
a paragon of morals or ethics.

Maybe he was set up.

Um...Do you see him?

What's your relationship?

Good.

I do see him.

You can't believe everything
you read in the papers.

Meaning?

Meaning
at the end of the day,

I believe
he's still a patriot.

A lot of the things
he was convicted of...

Anyway, it's complicated.

I have a complicated
relationship with my dad too.

Because of things he did?

Decisions he made?

Yeah.

This is lovely.

Oh, yes.

But the allegory is kinda sad.

My dad and I are playing a game.

At each visit,
I give him one move.

At the next, he gives me his.

How does that work?

Slowly.

Bebe!

Oh...My God. Did you carry that
all the way from Mexico?

For my little sister,
absolutely.

Aww.

I missed you.

So how was your trip?

Hot, incredibly.

Anyway, this supposedly
signifies the seven deadly sins.

I didn't completely get it,

but apparently the town is
famous for these

and I thought you'd like it.

I love it.

Hi. Do I know you?

Uh, no. Hi.
I'm Annie.

Annie is a reporter.
This is my sister Bebe.

A reporter.
Grace...I mean, really?

Annie is doing an article
on horse farms.

Horse farms.

- Well, anyway--
- You've had a long trip.

Do you happen to have my mail
by any chance?

Oh, yeah.

Oh.

Sorry, I have to take this.
Hello?

Yes, I can hold.
Here you go.

Thanks.

Good evening, Mr. al-Raheeb.

Thank you for getting
back to me.

What magazine did you say
that you work for?

Hmm?

Your article on horse farms.

Oh, uh, it's for
Breeder's Magazine.

What was your last name again?

'Cause I just wanna pull up
the masthead.

Walker.

Annie Walker.

But I'm writing this
as a freelancer.

Grace is a very trusting soul.

Much more trusting
than me.

You know, I mean,
even after everything

that our father's done to us,

she just won't turn her back
on him.

She can't.
She sees the good in people.

No matter what.

I can understand that.

If you're misrepresenting
yourself to her

or you have some kind
of agenda

to get some scoop
on our father,

I'm asking you now nicely
to stop.

Um, I can assure you
you have nothing to worry about.

I hope not.

I'm sorry about that.
Business.

No, that's fine.
I should get going anyway.

It's a long drive.

Well, let me
walk you out then.

Okay, great.

Call me if you have
any more questions.

Thank you.

We should do this again
sometime.

I'd like that.

Bebe definitely photographed
the chess board.

We've got techint data-mining
e-communications

out of Virginia now.

I don't know how complicit
Grace even is.

Maybe not at all.

Well, we are
in agreement there.

The file that Grace exchanged
with al-Raheeb was a job offer.

Al-Raheeb is trying to poach
Grace away

from Willow Stream Farm

in order to take care
of his own stables.

This is a copy of the file.
How'd we get this?

Gotta love Saudi Arabian
intelligence.

They're not big on the whole
privacy laws thing.

So what's the play?

We want you to turn Grace
against Bebe.

We feel fracturing the sisters
is the best way to do it.

- And psych ops agrees.
- Psych ops?

We had a psychological profile
drawn up on both of the sisters.

Bebe's motivations are clear--
financial need.

Her gift shop
isn't doing so well

since the economic downturn,

and she has parental issues

that Freud could write
a whole new book about.

Bebe and Grace
are really close.

I know, that's the point.
That's the key.

These prison records show

that Bebe visited her father
weekly

and she was lying to Grace.

You need to show those to Grace
in order to turn her.

I don't understand.
I th--

Annie,
prison records are fake.

We need to drive a wedge
between the sisters

and this is the best way
to do it.

Really?

Forging prison records
is our only option?

I don't think
that's gonna hold up.

It will if you sell it right.

They're sisters.

Grace will see right
through this.

Well, if you have
a better tactic,

please speak up.

Joan, I don't think
I can do this.

You think your own situation
with your sister

is clouding your judgment?

I think my own situation
is clarifying my judgment.

Annie, I have three sisters.

You don't own a monopoly
on sibling drama.

Every family, every situation
is different.

So you need to put that sense
of moral outrage in check,

because this is real.

Real lives are at stake.

This is what we do.

I think my emotions
will impair my ability

to do this mission well.

So I'm not doing it.

Hey!

It's late.
What are you doing here?

Did you finish the race?

Yes.

It was exhilarating.

I've never done
anything like that.

And I never will again.

- I'm so sore.
- Aw.

Poor baby.
I won't give you a hug.

Oh, you're the best!

Can you get the thing
with the thingy?

Yeah.

Do you ever think about dad?

Is that why you're here?

Maybe.

I think about
how he lied to us.

I think about
how he lied to mom.

I thought about him
when you lied to me.

Did you ever think there was
another version of the story?

I mean, we only ever heard
mom's side.

Oh, I don't know, you had a
better relationship with him.

No, I did not.
You did.

Another question
left to ponder.

I'm gonna go.

You have a husband
and two kids to take care of.

A husband
who's still at work

and two kids who are asleep.

It's a moment of peace.

Enjoy it.

- Ow.
- Ugh.

- Hey, Annie.
- Yeah.

I'm glad we didn't have to do
the whole apology thing again.

Me too.

There's a hot blonde at your
10:00 giving you the eye.

She must not be
into Indian guys.

Alpha-male
compliment-slash-dig aside,

I'm taken.

Giving the other D.C.
bachelors a fighting chance.

You didn't invite me down here
to be your wingman.

What did I invite you
down here for?

I don't know.

But we've never had drinks
together, just you and me, ever.

So you must want something.

Okay.

I need advice.

Jai, I don't know
why the blonde at 10:00

isn't into Indian guys.

Work advice.

You're the one
with Langley dialed.

And you're the one
with a connected father

and a fat new office
under the DCI.

What's it called again?

Office of special projects.

We interface amongst
the various directorates

and help exploit
efficiency opportunities

to minimize bureaucracy.

You lost me at interface.

Look, OSP has the opportunity
to help the Agency

reinvent itself post-UBL.

I have a budget,
I have autonomy.

But I'm hemmed in.

I can't get any
internal traction.

As big a budget as we have,

the CIA is not
a budget-driven agency, Jai.

It's a people-driven agency.

Doesn't matter
how big your wallet is.

You need a few good hires
to create a critical mass.

If you hire, they will come.

You interested?

Nice try.

Cheers.

Mind if I join you?

Hi, uh...
Two more please.

And I'll start a tab.

Thanks.

I haven't been here
in years.

Not since I was a field op.

Chili dog still good?

Surprisingly good actually.

You're not here to give me
a pep talk, are you?

Here to tell me
to do the job?

Yes, that's right.

Annie, I understand your
sensitivity to this mission.

But due to Max Langford's
recent actions,

we've had to suspend
all of our Moscow operations

and we are flying blind
in Russia right now.

I know you feel that
your personal situation

is getting in the way
of your ability.

But it's that sensitivity

that makes you the exact
right person for the job.

That's why I picked you.
And I think you know that.

Thanks.

However you wanna get
the mission done is up to you.

But get the mission done.

I'll get it done.

Grace!

Oh, Annie! Hi!

Hey, come here.
Here you go.

Hey, you have more questions?

Um...

I'm not a reporter.

- I'm CIA.
- Go away.

Your father is continuing
to run an illicit spy ring

from his prison cell.

What?
How is that possible?

Your sister is passing along
his chess moves

to a foreign spy ring.

- It's a sophisticated code.
- My sister?

They're prison transcripts.

Conversations between Bebe
and your father at the prison.

Bebe's been visiting my dad?

No.

She hasn't visited him once.
They're fabricated.

I was asked by my superiors
to trick you into believing

that they were real so that
you would turn on your sister,

but I wanted to be honest with
you so that you would help us.

Well, the CIA has a funny way
of asking for help.

We have operatives in danger.

- Because of my father.
- Yes.

I don't believe you.

It's true.

And I think deep down,
you know that.

I wanna see him.

Tell me everything.

What have they told you?

Now, if I've taught you
one thing in this world,

it's that there is more
than one side to every story.

I know.

Yours, mine, and the truth.
Which is it?

Just tell me
what they told you, honey.

They told me people
have died.

Trumped-up CIA dreck.

Now, even if it were true,
it would only be bad people.

It'd just be a few less pawns
on their chess board.

I'm not six years old.

I'm old enough to know
that nothing's good or bad,

black or white.

Well, the spy game
is only black.

You're too good a person
to understand that, Gracie.

And you're not?

I'm a spy.

I was recruited by the CIA
because I'm smart

and cunning
and a fantastic liar.

You involved Bebe.

Your sister has always been
wary of me

ever since she was
a little girl.

I was gone so often.

That's probably why
she resents me.

So you put her at risk?

Bebe is not gonna do anything

that I or anybody else
asks her to do.

She's gonna make
her own decisions.

You know that.

You're not telling me
anything.

Consider the circumstances,
honey.

Where we are.

Did you use me
to pass along secrets?

You don't have anything
to worry about, honey.

That's your concern?

What, my own daughter?
Of course.

That was our game, Dad.

For us.

It was supposed to be sacred.

I've spent the last...
15 years defending you.

Calling you misunderstood,
telling people you were a hero.

But everyone else was right.

They all saw Max Langford.
I saw my father.

And I'm a fool because of it.
Gracie.

Grace?

Grace, I know how hard
that must've been for you.

Do you?

How can you possibly know
how difficult that was?

Why do you all say things
you don't mean?

- That wasn't my intention--
- I am done.

With this family, with the CIA,
with you, with all of this!

Let me give you a ride home
at least.

It's okay!

You were right.

I have no idea
what you're going through.

My family,
we have plenty of issues,

but compared to you...
I'm a lucky girl.

Your father talks
about our assets

like they are pawns
on a chessboard.

Last week,
Yuri Trubachev was killed.

Was he a good man?
I don't know.

But he has a wife named Masha
who just beat breast cancer

and a son named George

who plays cello
for the Moscow Philharmonic.

Your father says
the spy world's all black.

I know you don't believe that

because you can see
the good in people

no matter what.

I need your help.

If I were to help you,
what would you need me to do?

Just contact your sister.

Tell her something is off
with your father.

That he doesn't wanna
play chess anymore.

Right. Bebe will act on that
intel and hopefully,

that will lead us to the spy
she's in communication with.

They are the ones
we're after ultimately.

But after Bebe does that,

you're gonna have her arrested,
aren't you?

Grace...

This is the right thing to do.

As hard as it is,
I know you know that.

Okay.

Went to voicemail.

Okay.

- Still a recording.
- Leave a message.

Hey, it's me again.

Call me back
when you get this, okay?

I know you don't care
as much as I do,

but dad just seemed really off
when I saw him today.

Argumentative and forgetful.

Didn't even wanna continue
our chess game.

He just said he forfeited,
like he's giving up hope...

or something,
so call me, okay?

And don't forget, I'm making
banana cream pie tonight.

Your favorite in case you wanted
to come over for dinner.

How was that?

Fine.

You did good.

So what's next?

Now we wait for your sister
to contact you.

I'm gonna go look
after the horses.

I forgot to feed 'em earlier.

Keep an eye on the kettle,
okay?

Sure.

- What's your 20?
- We're back at the house.

Any luck reaching Bebe?

Not yet, do we have
any idea where she is?

No.
I can tell you where she isn't.

She isn't at her apartment.

She's also not at the gift shop

or within eyeshot of any
of our surveillance teams.

I swear I might as well be out
there looking for her myself.

Well, she's the daughter
of a spy.

The apple doesn't fall far
from the tree.

- How's Grace holding up?
- I don't know.

She says she wants
to cooperate with us,

and I believe her,
but...

When push comes to shove,

I don't know if she's gonna
turn on her sister.

Well, we don't really have
a backup plan here, Annie.

I mean, we could pick Bebe up
and see if she'll talk.

- But if she's smart--
- I know.

We don't have anything hard
against her.

And her Russian contacts'll
disappear.

We have to try and force her

to make contact
with her handlers again.

I get it, I just--

I don't know how easy
that's gonna be.

Yeah,
well, we don't do easy.

All right, your backup's
only ten minutes away.

They're gonna setup perimeter
surveillance around the farm.

Signal me if there's a problem.

Bebe, you scared me.

Your sister's out in the barn
with the horses.

Let's dismiss
with the acting class, okay?

Your phone, please?

Stop.

Toss it over. Slowly.

Now your car keys.

They're in my purse.

Any firearms?
Weapons?

Bebe, I don't know
what you mean.

- Turn around!
- What?

I said turn around!

Put your arms up.

My father always tried
to explain to me

why you CIA types
didn't carry guns.

Just doesn't make sense to me.

I know your father
got you into this,

but there is a way out.

You don't have to go down
with him.

What makes you think
this is his idea?

Let's take a little walk.
Go.

If you make any sudden moves,
I will end this right now.

Bebe!
What are you doing?

Move her car
into the stables.

I want it out of sight.

You were not supposed
to come here.

Didn't you understand
my message?

Of course I did!
Did she?

I'm guessing it had something
to do with banana cream pie?

Yeah, she knows
that I hate bananas,

and I know
that she hates baking.

You were supposed to get
out of town, Bebe,

before it's too late!

I'm not gonna
leave my sister behind.

I have a plan.
We're getting out of here.

- Move!
- What plan?

What are you gonna do
with her?

Just move the car, Grace!

Keep walking.

- The agency knows where I am.
- Move!

I have backup on the way.

Yeah, yeah.
CIA always has your back, right?

Just like they had my father's?

They destroyed this family!

Bebe, think what this will do
to Grace.

You don't wanna do this
to your sister.

- Get back!
- I know you don't.

Turn around!

I can help you.

It's not too late.
Believe me.

Yeah, it is.

Stop!

Grace...

This isn't you.
Maybe it is.

Maybe I am just like the rest
of my family.

You don't have to be.

Grace, the second
you put down that gun,

she's gonna have you arrested.

You're gonna live your life
in prison just like dad.

You haven't done
anything wrong yet.

She's lying.

She's been lying to you
since she met you.

Why would you trust her on this?
What about you?

You and dad have been lying
to me for years.

We were protecting you.

Grace, I know
how important family is.

Especially
when it's all you have.

But sometimes, you have to be
your own person.

You have to make your own fate.

Hey, has anyone seen
Barber or Hollman?

They got reassigned.

Reassigned? Where?

Office of special projects.

What the hell, Jai?

When I said hire
a few good operatives,

I didn't mean poach mine.

I just made the offer.

They're the ones
who accepted.

Seems like your beef's
with them, not with me.

Is that the kinda political
double speak

that got you this promotion?

Auggie, you were half right.
People matter.

So does money.

For Barber and Hollman,
this is where the money is.

That's the last time
I give you advice.

That's the last time
I'll need it.

Bebe Langford's
in FBI custody.

She's already talking.

Max was using chess moves
as codes to transmit secrets

which Bebe then sold
to an FSB handler.

Bebe's given up the identity
and location of the handler.

We've got a team who's
bringing him in now.

Annie?

Joan, I've been in situations
like that before,

but yesterday,
I felt the bullet go by me.

Decisions, reflexes, bravery--
none of that matters.

I feel like
my luck's running out,

so if I wanted specialized
weapons training--

Consider it approved.

You can report for shooter
and bodyguard training

on Monday morning.

Thanks.

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