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Good morning, Washington D.C.

Looks like a 30% chance of rain.

But I wouldn't cancel those

fourth of July
barbecue plans yet.

Coming up--

I'm gonna clean this up...
Later.

Check it out.

Fourth of July cupcakes
for the office.

Uh, they're...

Disgusting?

I'm sorry.

No good deed.

You're working
on the fourth of July.

Isn't that enough?
Well, it'll have to be.

Not necessarily.

You had that little faith?

If yours had been good,

you never would have known
about these.

You're the best mother
a sister could ever have.

And on that note,
take an umbrella.

It's supposed to rain today.

You went from mother
to smother in two seconds flat.

Happy fourth.

Jo Malone grapefruit and...
red velvet cake?

Red velvet cupcakes.

Bet you didn't get
those in Eritrea.

Actually,
the food was pretty good.

I like it spicy.

These are cool.

Where'd you get
North Korean flags?

Har.

Mmm.
Did you make these?

In the kitchen
at 5:00 this morning.

Please give Danielle
my compliments.

Busted.

Whoa.

Every person that works
in this building

works here because
they're a patriot.

Throw in Independence Day,
it's overload.

Hey, Annie,
you have that H.T.P. on Peru?

- It's on your desk.
- Thank you.

And the N.C.H.?

D.I.A. fast tracked it
to NORAD C.C. in D.H.S.

It's on your desk as well.
Thanks.

Fashionably late
and always fashionable--

nice suit.

I have
an opportunity for you--

a break that no one
at the Agency ever gave to me.

This from a guy whose dad used
to run the place.

Maybe this was a mistake.

Hey, I'm kidding.

Come on, we can't joke around
anymore?

Not about this.

Why couldn't
we meet at Langley?

Because this is about Langley.

They tell you on your first day
to buy into the system,

that all the protocols
are there to protect you.

That is bullshit, Annie.

What's going on, Jay?

Okay, we can't do this here.

Come with me,
and you'll find out why.

Okay, I didn't want
a tuna melt anyway.

I'll drive.

Miss, your umbrella.

Oh, thanks.

[Can you save me?
By Apple Trees and Tangerines]

♪ Covert Affairs 03x01 ♪
Hang on to Yourself
Original Air Date on July 10, 2012

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♪ 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 ♪

Augie.

How you holding up?

Well, I was better yesterday.

You and me both.

The explosion is being spun
as an auto-recall issue.

The D.C.I.'s put me
on the trilateral commission

looking into Jai's death.

You're gonna have
your hands full with that.

Jai wasn't exactly going
out of his way to make friends.

We got a job for you.

In happier days,
I would have quipped

that I already have a job.

Jai's office
at Special Projects--

you're taking it over.

Yes, sir.

I'm sure Jai's people
have a deep need to be of use

after a trauma like this.

You're a little left
of the mark, soldier.

Sir?

I need you to try and find out
what got Jai killed.

Comb over his case work,
scrutinize his staff.

If there's anything unusual...

Flag it, tag it,
bring it to the panel.

Bring it to me.

Sir, may I speak freely?

Of course.

As a fellow military man, you
must understand the difficulties

of leading a group,

much less having a secret agenda
within that group.

This is going to be...
tough.

Deal with it.

You're a spy.
Act like one.

Somebody killed Jai.

I want to know how and why...

before it happens again.

So call Hoover.

They may have something.

Joan, what can I do to help?

Annie, you've been through
so much

and contributed a great deal.

As you move forward,
I want you to remember that.

- You're placing me on leave?
- You're being reassigned.

Where?

Someone from D.S. will reach
out to you in the next few days.

- Why?
- I know it seems capricious,

but around here,
movement is progress.

I want to thank you
for your service.

Annie, you're wanted
in polygraph.

They think I had something
to do with this?

I'm sure it's just routine.
Good luck, Annie.

And you were leaving the diner
with Mr. Wilcox?

Yes.

But you forgot your umbrella?

Yes, I went back and got it
from the waitress.

You--you asked me that before.

Did it rain
on the day in question?

No.

You had known
Mr. Wilcox for two years.

Yep.
Jai was my friend.

Would you classify
your relationship

with Mr. Wilcox as friendly?

I just said he was my friend.

And on the way out of the
diner, you forgot your umbrella?

Are you gonna
keep asking me that?

Yes or no, please?

Yes.
No.

Up.
Down.

I don't have any answers.

I only have questions...

like why am I being treated
like a suspect?

Why am I being transferred?

Why am I sitting here
and listening to this shit?

Where are you going?

Are you accusing me
of killing my friend?

I am asking you questions
about the relevant facts.

You're on a witch hunt.

Okay, that's enough.

I'm ending this.

She was violating
section B-30.

I don't really care.
Polygraph's over.

Who are you?

I'm Lena Smith.

I'm your new boss.

You've had
a rough couple of days.

Let's go get a drink.

How many operatives do you think
can do what you do--

go into the field, turn assets,
stay cool in real danger,

use a weapon, use it to kill?

Not many.

And of those,
how many of them are women?

Even less.

So, here's my pitch.

I think you were being
underutilized at the D.P.D.

I'm just doing
what I signed on for.

I don't believe
you believe that.

It's what you're supposed
to say, but it's bullshit.

You seem to know
a lot about me.

Not in a creepy way, but, yeah.

I know it was pretty hard to go
through what you went through.

With all due respect, I don't
think you know how I'm feeling.

Nairobi, '98.

I was a young officer,
younger than you,

when that bomb went off
in the embassy.

I know that terrible feeling
of being knocked down

by a wall of heat...

and that burning smell
that you can't quite label

and you can't quite kick.

And so, because of that,
I work for you now?

No, you work with me.

You take risks in the field.

I treat you as an equal.

One of Langley's double
standards that does not exist

in my division
is a false hierarchy.

- There are others?
- Yeah.

For example, male operatives
are encouraged

to sleep with assets for intel.

Females, mm, not so much.

They're worried
we get too emotional.

No one ever
put it that way before.

That's because you're a woman.

- What's this?
- It's a level 16 pass code.

I want you to do
high-security clearance

on a person of interest
named Simon Fisher.

We'll meet tomorrow
and chat about it.

You got it?
Got it.

I know you've only
known the D.P.D.,

but there's other ways
of doing things.

You'll see.

Hey.
You want some dinner?

No, I'm good.

I j--I wanted to give this back
to you and say thank you.

Oh, no problem.
Didn't even rain, though.

Thanks.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy.

Blind guy with a black eye
is not as funny as it sounds.

Sorry.

I'm just nervous--

first day on a new job.

Trade you.

Do you know Lena Smith?

I know she's
the youngest person

to ever win
the Intelligence Cross.

I know they built
an entire division around her

after she brought home
Operation Mountain Eagle.

I've heard of that.

Lena did that?
Yep.

And Operation Tunguska,
Operation Gemini.

Who knows how many others
above our clearance?

Those are big wins.

Lena only does big wins.

Face it, Annie Walker,
you graduated.

Told you I was nervous before.

I'm more nervous now.

Watch your six,
Lena's ops can...

find a way to get
kind of banged up.

You aren't worried about me,
are you, Auggie?

I worry
about a lot of things--

global warming,

the Cubs playoff hoax,

the state of my old Corvette.

But you...

never.

How's it going
in Jai's old office?

You think it was
about one of his missions?

Do his guys know anything?

Annie...

it's not your fault.
You know that.

When does it stop...

the ringing in your ears?

It's gonna take a long time.

You won't realize it,
but one of these days...

it'll just be gone.

I promise.

Thanks.

Your Corvette's fine,
by the way.

Better be.

Good morning, Annie.

Oh, good morning.

Atrium level.

Office 1124-A.

You're going to work
for Lena Smith.

You know her?

I know her.

Trust your instincts, Annie.
They've gotten you this far.

You found us.

I did.

Don't worry about Johnny.
He just got back from Kabul.

Oh.
It's a long trip.

Where should I set up my desk?

Lesson one--
no desks for operatives.

Operatives should be operating,

coming in here
as little as possible.

I know I do.

Come.

So I'm guessing you've heard
all the wild stories

about this place.

They're all true.

I encourage results.

If you have a question, ask.

Otherwise, act.

I need these in five.

Oh, and quick order
of business.

Don't discuss
with your former coworkers

what we do in this place.

This building likes to gossip.
Okay.

So, Simon Fisher--

what'd you find out?

Venture capitalist,

Cambridge educated,
a bon vivant.

Born in Russia,
he moved to the U.K. as a boy

when his parents made
a high-profile defection

to reclaim the family fortune.

Father died.

Mother took him
around the world.

Translation?

His mother was a spy
for the K.G.B.

So espionage
is literally in his blood.

You found patriotism
and went to the farm.

He was born on the farm.

What a way to grow up.

Fantastic, right?

Well, his kill patterns suggest

he may have trained
with F.S.B. Vympel Force.

Uh, the Seal Team Six
of Russia.

Kill patterns?
Mmhmm.

We wouldn't be looking into him

if he wasn't
extremely dangerous.

Also, Simon has purchased
major parcels of land

in the Ourika Valley
in West Africa.

He tried to hide
the transactions

behind financial firewalls

and shell corporations,
but it's him.

Which brings us
to the heart of the matter.

Russia has been buying up land

in poor countries
all around the world.

They've tripled their military
budget in the last year.

New money, no morals--
it concerns us.

No wonder.

I noticed an uptick in memos
on Russia desk.

This building was financed
by the Cold War.

The new Russia's making sure

we're still making payments
on the mortgage.

So what's the mission?

Well, you tell me.

See, here we work problems
together,

we frame up missions together.
What do you want to do?

I want to meet him.

I thought
you might suggest that.

Bollocks.

What the hell are you doing?

You all right?

You didn't see me?

Your brake lights didn't go on.

Well, I braked.

- Is this a rental?
- Yeah.

That's Marrakech for you.

Hey, you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm j--

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

Let's get you some water.
What about the cars?

I have people
that'll take care of that.

Come on.

The Smithsonian always has me
on the road, but...

What about you?

I don't know anything about you.
What do you do?

I have my fingers
in a number of pies.

Ja.

Guidebooks.

No, they're not for me.

Predictable and safe.

Safe doesn't interest me.

When I was a boy,
my father left us--

died, actually.

My mother packed me up
and took me on a world tour.

- For how long?
- Years.

We spent at least a month
at every place, sometimes six.

My mother homeschooled me
on the road.

What better education
than learning about the world

while seeing it?

Sounds like quite a woman.

Mm.

So, whip it out?

Excuse me?

I'll show you mine
if you show me yours.

You're on.

So Smithsonian workers don't
get issued diplomatic passports?

No.

British Museum employees do.

You're just stalling.
Come on.

Myanmar.

Got it.

Nigeria?

Try all of Western Africa.

Impressive.

Easter Island.

Try the back page.

Yeah.

I may have met my match,
Annie Walker.

Oh, you definitely have.

Have you been
to the, uh, Ourika Valley?

Mmhmm.

It's South of here...
towards the Atlas Mountains.

- Yeah, I hear it's beautiful.
- It is.

I was gonna go there
until you crashed my car.

- Oh, so I ruined your vacation.
- You said it, not me.

All right,
well, how about this?

Let's meet up at 3:00.
I'll take you out there.

- Where should we meet?
- Djemaa el Fna.

There's a cafe
on the Southern end.

There's, like, 15 cafes.

I'll find you.

Arthur, you're killing me.

I can't move forward on Portugal
till I get your signature.

Aw, you're not here
about Portugal.

You're here about Auggie.

Okay, fine.

You took my best tech op
without even a courtesy call

and I had to find out
from support.

Auggie is critical
to the continuity of O.S.P.

There are a lot of good
managers in this building.

I find it hard
to believe Auggie

was the only one
who could do the job.

I don't need your permission

to make operational
changes, Joan.

Well, that's lovely, Arthur.

Nights at home,
you say we're a team,

that I'm
your most trusted counsel,

but you pull rank
when the shit goes down.

We're in a crisis.

And I have operatives--

people that I have mentored,
developed, cared about

who are now scattered
all over this building

and in their places
are strangers.

You are one of
the most talented people here.

You're gonna right this ship.

You know that.

I didn't come here
as a wife seeking comfort.

I came here as a manager
wanting an explanation.

Oh, I think you came for both.

As your husband,
I'm saying you can handle this.

And as your boss, I'm telling
you my decision is final.

Annie...

you know this isn't the D.P.D.
I'm not Joan.

You don't have to feel obligated
to check in.

Okay, but I need
to run a passport.

Normally I'd have
my tech op do it,

but I didn't know who to call.

You saw Simon's passport?

Yeah, although I had to show
him mine to get it.

Well, text the I.D. number
to me--I'll run it.

But anything he willingly showed
you is probably a forgery.

Anything else?
Yeah.

We were approached by a couple
of German tourists at a cafe.

It had the feeling of protocol.

What did they make of you?

It's hard to say.

Multiple players on the ground
is a red flag.

And I need a sweep drive.

A sweep drive?

Why?

Simon has a computer tablet

that I think
I can gain access to.

It might have intel
on the real estate he's buying.

I get that.

But your long-term connection
with Simon

is much more important
than any short-term ticket.

I think I can do both.

Okay, sweep drive it is.

Head to the Marrakech souk.

I know a guy.

I'll text you the details.

Good work, Annie.

- Hollman?
- Yeah?

I'm gonna need
all the O.S.P. case files,

active cables,
and mission reports.

Well, we'll get you what we
can, but it's not gonna be easy.

What do you mean?

O.S.P.
was a paperless office,

but not
in the environmental sense.

Jai wanted everything off book.

Any files that did come
through here

had a complex encryption code.

All right, ballpark,
how many active operations

are we talking about--
eight, ten?

More like 50.

Please sit.

Hi.

Okay, you know
you've been dying to talk to me,

so here's your chance.

I'm gonna bounce something
off of you.

Auggie, now is
not a really great time.

No, it's not, I can hear it
in your voice--what's going on?

Uh, I'm just winded
from running--jogging.

Are you sure there's nothing
I can help you with?

No, I-I got to go.

Okay, but call me back
when you can.

Okay. Bye.

Annie...

Abdul get you what you needed?

Yeah, he did, but, um,
Simon's late for our meeting,

and I was tailed in the souk

by the two German tourists
we saw earlier.

They had guns.

They move like professionals.

Putting protocol aside,

what do you feel?

I'd like to play this out.
I think I can make it work.

- Then make it work.
- Okay.

Thanks.

I'm a ridiculous cliche--
beyond late.

I'm so sorry.

That, that's okay.
I just got here.

You weren't at the cafe.

You said you'd find me.

Desert wildflowers.

The car's
just around the corner.

You fixed it that fast?

I bought a new one.

Don't worry.
I mean, it was time.

I wasn't worried.

Got to love
that new-car smell.

Pardon the boardinghouse reach.

Okay, buckle up.

You like to drive fast.

I like to drive, period.

I did Paris-Dakar.

Did you win?

I finished.

I finished.

Have a date...

Moroccan style.

They replace the pit
with an almond.

The date's are "halawi."

That means "beauty" in arabic.

In fact, in ancient times, only
females of spectacular beauty

were allowed to eat
this particular date--

women such as yourself.

Bullshit.

"Halawi" means "sweet."

You're full of surprises,
aren't you?

Oh, now you're
just rubbing it in.

Hey, figured I'd make
some space for the new guy.

There will never be
a new guy--

just the person who isn't you.

Speaking of me, do you see
my backup external hard drive?

Mm...

I don't know
what that looks like.

Neither do I, really.

Actually, it's the backup
to my backup.

Still doesn't help me.

Well, there is a number on it
that I need

now that I'm at O.S.P....

for a lawyer.

Well, general counsel's
office extension is 6970.

Outside Langley.

Normally if people seek
outside counseling,

they've done something wrong.

True.

But...

Jai was a complicated guy,
and now I'm sitting at his desk.

I want to make sure
I'm going into this thing

with my eyes open.

Pardon the pun.

I know someone.
I can give you a name.

You're a syrah woman, right?

Expect a bottle.

Aren't we going
to the Ourika Valley?

I have
a different place in mind.

What?

An oasis.

Nobody knows about it.
This is better.

Don't you trust me?

It's just over here.

Follow me.

I have to say,
if you asked me last week,

I certainly didn't see myself
in a place like this.

And yet you requested to come
to a place like this.

Even for someone
who doesn't like guidebooks,

it's an odd choice.

Is it?

I feel alive out here.

A tiny spring flowing
out of the Atlas Mountains

feeds water to this place.

Some years it dries up...

so does the life out here.

You know a lot
about this place...

about this land.
I should.

I own it.

You own it?

40,000 acres--
everything you can see.

What are you gonna do with it?

Nothing.
That's the point.

It's gonna be a preserve.

Does this really work on women?

What?

This...

"I'm rich, but it's okay 'cause
I have a heart of gold" angle?

It's working on you, isn't it?

I'm gonna go to the car
and get another bottle of water.

Can I get you anything?

I could use some water.

Okay, I'll be right back.

We have to go now!

Sandstorm.

We're not gonna be able
to outrun it.

We'll ride out the storm here.

- Give me your scarf.
- Huh?

Give me your scarf.

Oh!

The sand will get
in the exhaust system.

I know that.

How do you know that?

Summers in Tucson.

Clever.

Ah.

The difference between
venture capital and museum work

is the hotel.

What, this old shack?

I'm gonna take a shower...

scrape some of the desert off.

Make yourself at home.
Thanks.

We begin in Mali, where
new sanctions have been imposed

by neighboring
West African states,

following a coup led
by a regular regiment

of Malian soldiers
who have gained control

of nearly half of the nation,

including the northern cities
of Kidal, Gao, and Timbuktu.

Critics of the sanctions
have pointed out

that the country
will run out of petroleum

within a number of weeks.

A scenario that would be
devastating...

to the general population.

Staying in West Africa,

rival militias
continue to clash in Tripoli

and other major Libyan cities,

as the new government struggles
in their attempt

to foster lasting peace
following the fall

of Muammar Gaddafi's regime.

The Libyan prime minister
has called for a cease-fire

and has assured all rival camps
that they will have a voice...

Annie?

What are you doing?

You coming to join me,
or were you heading out?

I could stay a little while.

Next we turn
to Marrakech, Morrocco,

where two German tourists
were found dead yesterday.

At this time, local authorities

have not found a credible lead.

Moroccan security services
are working closely

with the German government
to ascertain

what might have befallen
Mr. and Mrs. Schalke.

But a spokesperson
for the Moroccan government

has stated that the deaths

were an unfortunate
isolated incident...

Hey, somebody look
into that one--

two German tourists killed
in Marrakech, no suspects.

Dollars to doughnuts,
they were spies.

Wouldn't doubt it.

Found some coded files
in Jai's vault.

It's not a traditional cipher.

Well, it's a start.

...the northern cities
of Kidal, Gao, and Timbuktu.

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