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Previously on
Covert Affairs...

I'm Parker

Peace Corps
is incredibly selective.

Eritrea?

Can't you just
be happy for me?

What's going on, Jay?

Come with me...

You're being reassigned.

- Okay, that's enough.
- Who are you?

Lena Smith.
I'm your new boss.

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

I want you to do
high security clearance

on a person of interest
named Simon Fisher.

♪

Mr. and Mrs. Quinn.

This way, please.

Annie.

You look like
you got some color.

I was able to make the sweep.

Whatever's on
Simon Fisher's tablet

is now on that.
Nice work.

I knew you'd be
great at this job.

I do have some concerns about

the value of what's on there.
Meaning?

Meaning...it all
came a bit too easily.

- Maybe you're just that good.
- I don't know.

The passports
of those German spies?

Keep talking, I'm listening.

He left them right
out in the open.

Like he wanted me to find them.
Think he's on to you?

I don't know,
he's hard to read.

As are you.

Decompress these files,
tell me what you find.

Did you spend the night with
Simon in Marrakech?

Uh...yeah.

Do you have
someone in your life?

A boyfriend?

No, I don't have a boyfriend.

Someone you care about?

Someone who would
be compromised by this?

No, I'm completely free
and unencumbered.

Now I'm just looking
forward to getting

a good night's sleep
in my own bed.

Go then.

I'll let you know what we find.

Great.

Excuse me, Lena, but the
D.C.S. would like to see you

in his office and he asked that
Miss Walker come along as well.

Lena, sorry to pull you away.
Annie, could you wait outside?

Of course.

This doesn't look good.

Your two moms getting called
to the principal's office.

Did you do something wrong?

Probably.

I didn't know Lena
reported to Arthur.

I didn't know Lena
reported to anybody.

You know what this is about?

My guess is it
has something to do

with what happened in Barcelona
this morning.

This morning,
Spanish intelligence detained

a Canadian couple
who were trying

to enter Barcelona from Livorno.

A Mr. and Mrs. Ken
and Andrea Quinn.

They came to Barcelona
to purchase a hand-crafted

computer virus from
a hacker known as Red Rover.

- Red Rover?
- His handle's all we've got.

He's been on our radar
for three years,

but he's been able
to maintain his anonymity.

- And the Canadians' angle?
- Fronts for the Chinese.

It's China's new M.O.
on the continent.

Europeans prefer to do business
with other white faces.

Canadians seem harmless.

Is that what we're looking
at here, Joan?

Yes, it is.

MSS is backing them.

But they don't know
their fronts have been

taken off the game board yet.

This gives us
a rare opportunity.

If we can send a team out
to pose as the Quinns,

we can make the buy
and bring the malware

back to reverse engineer.

So even if the Chinese
obtain another copy,

we can inoculate its target.

So what does this have
to do with me?

Annie and Auggie have been

spearheading the
D.P.D.'s attempt

to locate and neutralize
Red Rover,

but due to the recent...

reorganization--
Neither of them

report to you anymore.
Right.

Now I see what this
is all about.

Um

is it bigger than a bread box?
No.

No? You just said yes
a few questions ago.

I don't get why everything
always has to be compared

to a bread box.
Oh, I don't know.

I think this game
was more fun in theory.

Yeah.

The Stuxnet virus dismantled

Iran's nuclear
enrichment program.

If this one's aimed at us,

who knows what damage
it could do?

You're telling me why
it's something we need to do.

You're not telling me why it's
something Annie needs to do.

Eh, how long are
we talking here?

We put them on
the next flight out,

they're back tomorrow evening.
36 hours, max.

What do you think, Lena?

Ts hasn't already
been decided?

This is the first
I'm hearing about it.

I'm hoping we can talk this out.

Well, I can't afford
to lose Annie at this stage.

She just started working
for you.

And she's just beginning
to learn.

She got her foot in the door,

I need to make sure she's able
to keep it there.

Annie's game and enthusiastic,

but she's picked up some
bad habits along the way.

I'm not sure how
we resolve this.

Well, Arthur, you've been put
in an awkward situation here.

Someone's gonna need
to be the bigger person.

There goes
your good night's sleep.

You two have always campaigned
to go out in the field together.

Well, here's your chance.

Congratulations, Mrs. Quinn.
Mr. Quinn.

For the next 36 hours, I now
pronounce you husband and wife.

Let's go get you up to speed.

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

♪ Covert Affairs 03x02 ♪
Sound and Vision
Original Air Date on July 17, 2012

== 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 ♪

Annie?

Yeah!

Wait, I thought you came here
to unpack.

I did.
And now I'm packing back up

for my next trip.
Today?

Yeah, today.

Are you going
for the Smithsonian,

or are you going for--

Hey, normally I wouldn't
ask those kinds of questions,

you know I wouldn't.
It's just that I'm a little

shaken with
what happened yesterday.

What happened yesterday?

Jai Wilcox died in
a rock climbing accident

in West Virginia.

It was in all the papers.

I did...
I did hear that actually.

It's awful. I'm so sorry.

I know I only met him that one
time he came over for dinner,

but I really liked him.

I did too.
He was a good friend.

Well, how, um--

how good a friend was he?

Um, what do you mean?

Well, they're saying that
he was Henry Wilcox's son.

So did he work
for the State Department,

or did he also--

I'm doing it again, aren't I?

Did Jai really die in
a rock climbing accident?

I gotta get to the airport.

I understand.

Come back soon, okay?

Bad news.

One of us has a middle seat.
Oh.

I'd say
I'd flip you for it,

but do you really need a window?

I'll take the middle.
You sure?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm going
back out into the field,

I'd sit in baggage
if I had to.

Can I ask you a question?

Since when did you start
asking permission?

What are we doing here?

Are you having some sort
of metaphysical dilemma?

Because if you are--

You're the one who's
been tracking Red Rover.

You know the world,
you know the players.

What did I do, help you with
a few hours of research?

This isn't the first time

you've been underqualified,
you know?

Come on, Auggie.
I'm serious.

All right, look.

Joan's fiefdom is under attack.

She's not the type
to walk away from a fight,

so pulling us back,
even for just a day,

sends the message that
she won't just roll over.

Do you think it's permanent?

Us being reassigned?

Nothing is ever permanent
in the Agency.

But it's best if you carry
yourself as if it were.

Flight 9219--

That's us, darling.

So, what's it like working
for Lena?

I don't know.
I'm not sure yet.

Tell you one thing--

she's really different
than Joan.

- Yeah, how so?
- Mm, she's more approachable.

You know?

Like we're all
in it together, as equals.

She's given me plenty
of autonomy so far.

Really? Where'd she send
you first?

Nowhere, just
a local fact-finding mission

to get my feet under me.

Local? Huh.

Since when did Marrakech
become local?

I'm sorry.

How'd you know?

I could tell from
your tan lines.

Look, don't worry about it.

I know how hard it is
to serve a new master.

But, you will need to pay
for that little indiscretion.

Mm, I know.
I'll take the middle seat.

Oh, it's like
you can read my mind.

- Lena.
- Joan.

Thank you...

for your understanding earlier.

I hope Annie's absence

hasn't jeopardized anything
too critical.

Is this you gloating, Joan?

You've always been so remote.

It's hard to read you sometimes.

Oh, I think you
read me just fine.

I don't get how
you run your department.

You're willing to jeopardize

the big picture just
to chalk up a win.

I might have picked up some
bad habits along the way.

Like dragging me without
warning in front of the D.C.S.?

I was just following protocol.

So that's what that was.

We're not the new girls
in Nairobi anymore,

trying to make our stripes.

It diminishes the both of us
when you run to a man

to help solve our problems,

even if that man
is your husband.

That man also outranks you,

so I'd watch how
you refer to him.

The next time you want some
consideration regarding

one of my operatives,

just come to me directly.

It's 12:08.

The meeting was set for noon.

Well, we are
on Barcelona time.

I'm just saying, if you were
back at your desk right now,

this would be the time you'd
tell me to pull the ripcord.

Yeah, and then
you wouldn't listen to me,

and you'd do whatever you want.

Mm.

Why are you sitting
so far away?

We're married.

This is supposed to be romantic.

Give me your hand.

That's better.

You're enjoying this
way too much.

Aw, I'm enjoying this

just the right amount.

Oh.

- What's going on?
- Change of plans.

How many different ways
can this go wrong?

Besides the obvious red flag
of changing the meeting spot,

there's a few.

Like, we can't be sure
the Chinese don't know

their fronts have been detained.

Or the fronts themselves
may be feeding us bad intel.

The prudent move would
be to not

answer this, right?
Yup.

We're not gonna make
that move, are we?

Hello.

Is this Red Rover?

- Do you have the money?
- Do you have the package?

A motorcycle will pull up
to the curb in 15 seconds.

Throw the money in its sidecar.

If it's all there, you will
receive further instructions.

That wasn't the deal.
We need to see the package.

5...4...

We're doing this, right?

3...2...1...

All right,
the drop's been made.

Now what?

I think
we just got played.

What about the bike?

The license plate
was blacked out.

Congratulations.
We have a deal.

Where's the package?

Check under the phone.

Nice doing business with you.

Tell me we got it.

I. It looks like we do.

All's well that ends well.

I gotta tell you,

I imagined a more romantic
honeymoon, Mr. Quinn.

You turned our bed into
a work station.

Uhhuh.

You could have at least
carried me across the threshold.

Our flight doesn't leave
for four hours.

I need some privacy
to run these diagnostics.

Are you even listening to me?

Well, you asked why we're here
in the safe house, didn't you?

No, I didn't.

Oh.

First thing a guy does
as soon as he gets married?

Stop listening.

Or so I'm told.

How much more time do you need?

Um, 10, 15 more minutes--
come here.

You gotta check this out.

What am I looking at?

Poetry.

No, actually, I take that back.

It's more like sheet music.

Red Rover is using
the basic building blocks

of the Stuxnet virus,

but this thing's got
so much more soul.

It's got melody.

I have to take
your word for it.

Zeroday attacks.
Man-in-the-middle attacks.

Modular, sophisticated--

it's like Miles in his
Kind of Blue period.

You should've told me you were
such a dork when you proposed.

I might've said no.

Whatever you say, dear.

I think the Chinese
know what we did.

That's impossible.

The Spanish separated
the Quinns,

denied them access
to communication.

This just came in from Spain.
Three MSS operatives

were just spotted at El Prat
an hour ago.

Rebecca.

Get me Nestor Campos
at the C.N.I.

Annie and Auggie,
what's their status?

They've secured the package.
They're on the next flight home.

I don't understand
why you were so eager

to give Auggie the ball
on this one.

Why, you think
he's not qualified?

Is this about me taking Auggie
away from you

and moving him to the O.S.P.?

Because I have
got bigger fish to fry

at the moment than to be playing
these passive-aggressive games.

How did you get
these photos so fast?

I was in the middle of a
drill-down on the Iberian desk.

It came up.

So, just, good timing?

You are micromanaging this op,
Arthur.

Auggie's out of pocket
for a couple of days

and you're climbing the walls?

What else have
you tasked him with?

Campos, line three.

Nestor, what have you got?

- You done?
- Yeah.

Almost, just running
one last test.

Hey, listen--

that dork comment that
you made about me earlier.

Did you mean that?

Come on, we both know you have
certain dork-like qualities.

No, that's not--

I meant the part
about where you said

you wouldn't marry me
because of it.

Did you mean that?

- I'm confused.
- About what?

Is this you, Auggie Anderson,
asking me,

or are you Mr. Kenneth Quinn?

Does it matter?

Well, I'm just trying
to figure out

where this is coming from.

I'm gonna ask Parker
to marry me.

When?

As soon as possible.

I was gonna go
to Eritrea last night,

but this mission kind of...

changed my plans.

I bought the ring four days ago.

Been carrying
it around ever since.

Haven't shown it to anybody yet.

How long have
you been dating her?

What do you mean?

Oh, yeah, I guess we haven't
talked about this much, have we?

Um, about three--four months.

Mm, and most of that's
been long-distance, right?

Yeah.

What did she say when you read
her in on who you work for?

Well, she didn't say anything.
I haven't read her in yet.

Auggie!

Annie, I know what I'm doing.

Don't roll your eyes at me.

I can hear them spinning
from here.

You think this is a reaction
to what happened to Jai?

Maybe it is.

And if it is, I'm okay with it.

One of our own got blown up
by a bomb.

Life is too short not to react
to something like that.

It's Joan.

Hello?
What's your 20?

We're about to leave
for the airport, why?

There's a new development
on the ground over there.

The Canadians that
were rounded up?

They've just been
found murdered.

They were supposed
to be in custody.

They were, in different
facilities, even.

There were two separate security
breaches coordinated perfectly.

It's no longer safe
for you in Barcelona.

Understood.

What's going on?

We gotta get out of here.

Gun!

- Unh!
- Ugh!

On your left!

Ooh!

Oh! Unh!

Ow!

Oh! Ow!

Stairs.
Uh, take my arm.

No, I can do this faster
on my own.

What? I'm not leaving
you behind.

Run point,
clear the floors below.

Go.

Clear.

Clear!

Clear!

Oh!

Got it!

Damn it!

Are you okay?
Are you okay?

Yeah.

I dropped the case.

It's okay, it's okay,
it's okay.

It's okay.

The virus is based
off of the tilded platform.

I couldn't tell what it was
designed to target specifically,

but I'm guessing
a SCADA system of some sort,

probably U.S.-based.

So what kind of damage
are we talking about here?

It depends on the target.
It could off-line

whole manufacturing runs,
weapons programs.

Maybe tap into
our network backbone.

Joan, it's gonna cause
a lot of hurt.

We have to intercept this thing

before the Chinese
put it into play.

There's no getting
the package back now.

Not without an army.

It's probably on a plane
to Beijing as we speak.

I'm not suggesting
we go after the package.

What I'm saying is we need
to find Red Rover and turn him.

He's the only one who'll know
how to counter this virus.

You've I.D.'d Red Rover?

- No.
- Yes.

I'm sorry?

Is that a yes or a no?

No, we haven't
positively I.D.'d him.

I worked up a profile.
Based on what?

Hello.

Based on what?

Joan, we got a bargain
with this virus.

Red Rover could have
sold it for a lot more.

So, you're saying he's
not motivated by money.

Perhaps.

Maybe he doesn't know
how talented he is.

But he's held on
to his anonymity,

so maybe he's the sort of person

who will respond
to being recognized.

Annie, do you think we have
the bandwidth to pull this off?

On the ground? Now?

We still have to find Red Rover.

We can question the waitress.

- What waitress?
- At the cafe.

She might have
a description of the guy

who passed her the note.
It's worth a shot.

No, that's not a shot, Auggie.
That's a shot in the dark.

- But, Joan, I--
- Look, guys, this is on me.

I sent you in there
with faulty intel,

and without adequate support.

Let's not compound
the error, okay?

I want you to get on a plane,

and come back home.

They said the food was
the worst the thing about prison,

but they were wrong.

It's the golf.

They don't take care
of their greens at all.

I wanted to extend
my condolences on your loss.

You came all the way
out here just to tell me that?

I know we've had
our differences,

but Jai was still part
of our family.

A mountain climbing accident,
huh?

What did you tell everyone
happened with his car?

Fuel line defect.

And people bought that?

I don't know why I'm surprised.

Perhaps because
I'm still in shock.

I wanted to attend the service,

but somebody must have
considered me a flight risk.

I suppose I should be flattered.

Oh, I'm sorry
you couldn't attend, Henry.

It was a fine service.
Very dignified.

I can still see him walking
into work the first day.

Chalk-striped suit, red tie.

And those shoes.

He must have stayed up
all night polishing them.

He will be remembered.

I understand you've
had some visitors recently.

Investigators from
the task force.

You mean the buzzards.

I heard you weren't
cooperating.

- Now it is revealed.
- What?

Why you came.
You have an agenda.

Oh, I didn't have an agenda.

Please! The decision
to stick you behind a desk,

reclassify you as overt,

that was mine.

You made a horrible spy.

Your eyes give too much away.

I'm imploring you, Henry.

Please sit down with--

I wasn't allowed out
for the funeral.

My own son.

After 30 years of service.

So you're not cooperating.
Why?

To get payback?

You know how opinion
is shaped, Henry.

Your intransigence is fueling
speculation that you might have

been involved somehow
in the bombing.

People think I murdered
my own son?

What motive? Revenge?

Do people think I'm capable
of something so horrific?

And what do you think?

Oh, I'd like to believe
you had nothing to do with it.

But every time I thought

you couldn't possibly
sink any lower,

you proved me wrong.

I brought you into the Agency.

I made you.

You were supposed to be
my trusted Lieutenant.

My protege.

And the whole time you were
stabbing me in the back.

That's not an accurate record
of what transpired.

My son was assassinated.

Right here, in our own backyard.

You shouldn't have held yourself
up as a--a--a mentor,

or a guardian,

if you couldn't follow through
and protect your charges.

You want to search someone's
hand for Jai's blood?

Search yours.

I see a cabstand ahead.

I can't believe you're pulling
the ripcord.

That was Joan's call,
not mine.

Because you put it
in her head.

We don't have the bandwidth?

We don't!

We are outnumbered
and outflanked.

Since day one you have been
bucking Joan's authority

like it is a source of pride,
and now all of a sudden

you salute and fall in lockstep.

It's because of me, isn't it?

You think I'm some sort
of a burden.

I do not think that,
of course not.

Then why did you come back
up the stairs to help me?

'Cause you were down.

You should have gone
for the package.

'Cause that was our mission.

To get the package home,
not to help me.

I don't want to go back
to the way things were.

I don't want to get
stuck behind my desk.

I want to move forward
with my life,

across the board, but I don't
have a Lena in my corner.

My only champion is Joan.

If I disappoint her--

You won't disappoint her.
She wants us to follow orders.

She wants us to come home.

Come on, Annie,
she wants a win.

And so do I.

Aah, I have to take this.

Hello, yes?

Question for you.

Have you boarded your flight
back stateside yet?

- No, not yet.
- Good.

I might have a change
of itinerary for you.

We traced Simon to Munich.
He's staying at the Konigshof.

You want me to stop by?

Why not? Spur of the moment,

throw caution to the wind.

You've got that gear.

How did you trace Simon?
Fro--from the sweep drive?

No, the sweep drive
was a cropper.

Nothing of real value on it.

But we have other sources.

Wait, the drive
came up with nothing?

Well, you said it yourself.

Anything you could
get that easily

was probably not worth getting.

Yeah, uh--

Besides, do you really need
a sweep drive?

Get intimate enough with a man
and he'll tell you everything.

So, can I book you a flight?

Actually, I'm not sure
when I can wrap this up.

Joan promised me you'd be done
by the end of the day.

Just hop over to Munich then.

I will do my best.
Lena, um...

Let me get back to you.

Auggie!

- Hola.
- Hola.

I don't know
if you remember me.

I was her earlier, and
I forgot to tip my waitress.

She's, like, um, 20-something,

dark hair,
kind of spectacular looking.

- Pilar.
- Pilar, yes. Is she here?

- No.
- Oh.

Um, could I leave her some cash,
'cause I feel kind of horrible.

Yeah, of course.

You Americans love to tip.

Another one was here ten minutes
ago for the same thing.

- That's a coincidence.
- Yeah.

Um, what did you say
her name was again?

Pilar. Pilar Sastre.

Sastre?

Ten minutes behind.

Thought I taught you
better than that.

You thought wrong.

Well, it's not the first thing
I got wrong today.

Listen, I, uh...

I feel like I should--

You don't need to.
You were right.

I was being overly cautious
and overly protective.

I already lost
one friend this week,

I didn't want to lose
my best one on top of that.

So we're besties.

Well, we had our first fight..

Now we're like
a real married couple.

- Did you check the apartment?
- I knocked, nobody answered.

The manager didn't give you
the actual address, did he?

No.

I called in a favor.

I cross-checked
her D.N.I. number

with the Spanish
tax authorities.

You?
Phone book.

Oh. Well, I didn't
have that option.

Come on.

- What is it?
- Here she comes.

I hope you're right.

Excuse me.
I don't know if you remember us

from the restaurant
earlier today?

No, sorry, I don't.

We sat in your section.

You passed us a note.
I'm not interested.

Listen, uh--

Gilipollas!What do you think
you're doing, huh?

Pilar, we just want to ask you
a couple of questions.

Oh, so you know, I have
1 million volts at my disposal,

and I have no fear
to use all of them.

We're not here to hurt you.

You don't say.

Look, we just want to know
if you remember anything about

the guy at the restaurant
who gave you the note.

Nope.

Look, I'm letting you in,
but don't mess with my shit.

What's that humming sound?

I don't know how to describe
exactly what I'm seeing.

No need.

I'm already there.

If you came
to get your money back,

too bad, no refunds.

No, no, we didn't come
for your money...

Red Rover.

We came for you.

They're still not picking up.

Okay, well, um,
just keep trying.

Both of them.

Hey. Got a minute?

For you, Paul, I've got two.

Well, I'll only need the one.
I don't have much time.

I just slipped away from
a J.S.E.C. meeting.

Oh, so it's gonna be
one of those kind of minutes.

Yeah, I'm afraid so.!

I feel like every time
I see you,

it's because I've been
eavesdropping on your husband.

Why would you
be eavesdropping on Arthur?

Well, you know the N.S.A.
is part of the task force

investigating Jai's murder,
right?

- I assumed it would be.
- Yeah, well, I've been

running point.

Combing through hours of
recorded phone conversations

and emails, all signed off
on by F.I.S.A., of course.

Of course.

Yeah, well,
the upshot's this.

In the weeks
leading up to his death,

a private security firm had
been hired to tail Jai,

and Arthur was the one
doing the hiring,

from a private account.

Now, did you know
anything about this?

I came to you as a friend, Joan.

I can't have any
of this coming back to me.

Who else knows about this?

Today? Just me and you.

But next week?

I don't know how wide
it's gonna get.

♪

Not exactly
a jazz aficionado.

In case you haven't figured
it out by now,

your profile was
about 100% wrong.

I'm gonna turn this girl.
Watch me.

Sorry.

The music helps chill me out
when I get stressed.

No, that's okay.

It's catchy.

You guys want a beer?

Uh, no, thank you.
We're okay.

What are you doing?

I wanted to see
if he really was blind.

I really am blind.

So, how much trouble I am in?

Well, you just sold a virus
on the black market.

Add to that you taking down
Telecom-Orange last Christmas--

You guys know about that?

I thought you weren't involved
in law enforcement.

We're not.

But I'm sure Interpol would be
happy to finally I.D. you.

Hostia.

I knew something wasn't
right about you two.

You were supposed
to be Canadian.

Why did you target the U.S.
with your virus, Pilar?

It's what they asked me to do.

I was just happy
someone noticed me.

Look, I'm not out to upend
the world or anything.

It's not why I got into this.

Why did you get into it?

Because my boyfriend
was into it.

I thought he'd be happy,
but nope.

He got jealous and hooked up
with some gamer girl

he met online.

I guess I wanted to show him
he made a mistake.

Excuse my reach.

What's going on?

Nothing.

Listen, I don't know
if you know this or not,

but you're an extremely
talented programmer.

Leet, even.

Leet? I don't know about that.

No, you are.

You're one of the best
I've seen.

Now, I'm assuming
you can disarm that malware.

Well, I designed it, so--yeah.

Good.

Then come with us.
Design the antivirus.

- And then?
- Who knows?

We could certainly use someone
of your talents.

I don't know.
I never thought of myself

as someone who would work
for the CIA.

You're a natural.

That exchange that
you orchestrated?

It seemed like
a professional did it.

How did you insert yourself
into the cafe?

I used to work there.

I have the manager wrapped
around my finger.

He lets me pick up shifts
whenever I want.

It's a good cover.

"Good cover," you already
have the lingo.

Look, I used to be
a lot like you.

Angry, lost, and looking
to tear things down.

But trust me, it is more
rewarding to build things up.

Come with us. Help us.

It'll change your life.

This is a lot to process.

Can I ask you a question first?

Anything.

Why do you guys suck
so much, huh?

Does this "build things up"
speech actually

work with anyone?

We'll double the money
we already paid you

if you come and design
the antivirus.

Triple it,
and I'm all yours.

Done.
You've got five minutes.

Pack a bag, anything you need.

Passport, computer, whatever.

Assume you're not coming back.

I'm ready to go.

Now, how about you tell
your goons to stand down, huh?

What goons?

Is there another way
out of this place?

Come on.

Go. Go!

He's coming back
for another pass.

Where's Pilar?

- I don't know.
- Annie, we can't lose her.

Here she comes.

- Get in.
- Let's go!

Hang on!

It's one thing
to breach protocol

when you're reporting
to me directly,

but it's another thing entirely
under these circumstances.

I still cannot believe
you people fly commercial.

- Who's this?
- Pilar.

This is your new handler,
Joan Campbell.

Joan, this is Pilar Sastre,

also known as Red Rover.

You're my handler?

I slept on the flight over,

so don't worry about me
needing any rest.

Now let me tell you what
I'm gonna need from you, okay?

A quad-core laptop

as much ram as will fit...

They make an interesting pair.

I'm not sure who
I'm more afraid for.

- Joan.
- Yeah, definitely, Joan.

All right, listen.

I have to admit, my radar was
a little off on this one.

You know what
I like about you?

Just one thing?

Your positivity.

You see the best in people
until they prove you wrong.

That makes me a chump.

That makes you a romantic.

And a little bit of a chump.

You want a ride home?

Uh, no, thank you.

But you can point me
in the direction

of the ticket counter.

I'm catching the first flight
back to Eritrea.

So you can propose?

Yeah.

It was good practice being
married to you for a day.

I promise I won't
contest the divorce.

This is crazy.
It's crazy, right?

To buy an engagement ring
literally blind.

It could be horrendous.

You want me to take a look,
just to make sure?

Please.

I couldn't go
the traditional route,

'cause of
the blood diamond trade,

so I thought she'd like this.

It's beautiful.

If she doesn't like it...

she's not the right girl.

Thank you.

For everything.

Yeah.

♪

- This way?
- Uh--

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