03x09 - Suffragette City

[bunniefuu]

Previously on Covert Affairs...

What's going on, Jai?

Come with me.

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

[Glass shattering]

You're being reassigned.

Who are you?

I'm Lena Smith. I'm your new boss.

I think you are being underutilized.

I want you to do high security clearance on Simon Fischer.

I need a sweep drive.

Head to the Merrakech Souk.

Simon has a computer tablet that I think I can gain access to.

[Beep]

He's in love with you.

Where are you going?

Cuba.

The mission to Cuba--

I can't use my regular passport.

I know a guy.

No one here will know she left the country.

You match the stamps?

And the crease on the Morocco page.

Good luck.

Auggie, I'm coming in.

We can go in together.

[Heel tapping floor]

[Birds chirping]

[Knock on door]

[Dog barking]

[Knocking continues]

Anybody home?

[Ambulance siren wails]

Excuse me, you just passed the hospital.

Isn't that where you're supposed to take me?

I think I'm dying.

Those aren't my instructions.

You don't need a doctor.

What you need is a nice cup of tea.

Besides, you look the picture of health to me.

How what is this?

Questions only lead to answers.

Where's the fun in that?

[Heartbeat thumping]

Time of injury is about ten minutes ago.

Get two wide bore IVs.

Let the blood bank know we're gonna need a lot of O-neg.

Get the open chest tray ready.

Call the O.R., let them know we might be sending them a GSW heart.

Open the chest, let's see what we can do.

Come on, young lady, come back to us.

[Heartbeat thumping]

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

♪ Covert Affairs 03x09 ♪
Suffragette City
Original Air Date on September 11, 2012

♪ 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 ♪

I'm Annie Walker's emergency contact.

I got a call that she was here, but nobody will tell me what's going on.

Is she okay?

Come with me.

[Cane tapping floor]

Mr. Anderson?

I'm Dr. Lerman.

Oh, hey, how is she?

Annie sustained two g*n sh*t wounds to the chest.

The second b*llet pierced her left ventricle.

We opened her chest in the E.R.

And we revived her heart.

We're bringing her into the O.R. right now to try and repair the wound, but it's a very delicate surgery.

Is she gonna be okay?

We'll know more in a few hours.

Thank you, Doctor.

[a*t*matic door creaks]

[Wind whistling]

Hello, Annie.

How did you--did you--

Tea?

No, thanks.

[Tea tinkling]

[Wind continues]

One lump or two?

Really, I'm fine.

Right.

Sweet enough as you are.

Mmm, that's lovely.

Now then, you're in great danger.

From who?

Blackbird.

You need to find Blackbird.

And when I do?

I see.

I'm afraid we won't be seeing each other again after this.

I actually thought it would be easier this time.

What?

Walking away from you.

I'm sorry for everything.

I'm not.

I didn't want a tuna melt anyway.

[Engine starts]

[Gasps]

[Engine humming]

[Footsteps]

[Wind whistling louder]

[Footsteps]

[Footsteps]

[Door closes]

[Sighs]

What happened?

[Door closes]

Thank you all for coming in on such short notice.

We'd like to get you all up to speed on the events that have transpired in the last 24 hours.

Earlier, Lena Smith presented me with compelling evidence that Annie Walker has been passing classified intel to an FSB operative named Simon Fischer, who was also her lover.

A few hours ago, they were found sh*t in her kitchen.

Now, we're laboring under the theory that there was a dispute over the escape plan.

Simon fired first. Annie sh*t back, k*lling him.

She survived. She's still in surgery.

As Lena is the most familiar with the evidence, she'll be briefing you on the specifics.

Lena.

You all should have a dossier in front of you.

Please open to the first page.

You'll find an account Annie held in an offshore bank.

The account number was found on the wallet that was on her when she was sh*t.

Annie received regular deposits in this account.

Each in the amount of $10,000 U.S.

Turn to the next page, please.

You're looking at the flight plan for Simon Fischer's private plane.

Departed D.C., stopped in Mexico and ultimately Cuba.

Annie bought a forged passport from an off-book cobbler in order to travel with Simon.

The next page is a list of classified documents Annie provided to Simon Fischer.

Although it's still unknown how she secreted these documents out of Langley, or where she obtained the sweep drive, which we found hidden in her home.

Evidence on the drive suggests she used it to pass the documents to Simon digitally.

Annie engaged Simon Fischer under my purview.

I should've discovered it sooner.

But Annie was plucked from the farm before she finished training and was put into the field.

We are rushing people through, trying to put boots on the ground instead of doing our due diligence.

And now because of that, we're all here in the middle of the night, dealing with the consequences.

Hey, man.

Coffee.

Thanks.

No problem.

How's she doing?

Still in surgery.

Jeez. What happened?

I mean...

Was she in some kind of trouble or something?

Well, considering she was sh*t, I'd say yeah, she was in some kind of trouble.

Right, sorry.

So, you must be the last person to talk to her, huh?

I don't know.

The hospital called about 30 minutes after I got off the phone with her, so...

How did you know she called me?

Ahh, the DCS requisitioned a recording of it.

I pulled the drive for him myself.

Requisitioned? For what?

Has anyone called her sister, Danielle?

No, not yet.

We can't notify the family until we... clarify a few things.

Well, when the time comes, I'm making the call.

Auggie--

I'm doing it.

It should come from someone who's not trying to prosecute her sister.

It's been a long night, Auggie.

I haven't slept much either.

I've been at the hospital waiting for a doctor to pull a b*llet out of my friend.

You didn't come here to give me an update on Annie's condition, did you?

Word is, Annie's being accused of treason.

Tell me that's not true.

[Scoffs] This is bullshit!

Hey!

This is bullshit, sir.

There is no way that could be true.

What proof do you have?

I wanna see it.

The evidence is above your clearance, Auggie.

Annie Walker is no traitor.

I don't care what evidence you have, it's wrong.

I'm gonna do whatever I have to do to prove it.

[Keys clicking]

[Door slams]

I'd like access to the evidence against Annie.

Please.

I don't have the authority to grant it.

And I'm guessing you're here because you've already been denied by the person who does.

I have been here long enough to know what happens when even the hint of an accusation like this gets hurled at an operative.

Annie is on an island right now.

Auggie, I know how difficult this is for you, and I'm having a hard time with it myself.

It all seems impossible.

But the evidence that Lena presented is--it's compelling.

You actually believe she's guilty?

I don't know what I believe.

That's because I can't be objective and neither can you.

So what good is looking at the evidence gonna do her... or you?

No, you're right, I'm not objective.

So screw Lena's evidence, I'll go out and find my own.

Because whatever she has that paints Annie as a traitor isn't worth the paper that it's printed on.

Okay, you see, this is exactly why people without an emotional stake in Annie, I.E. not you or I, are vetting everything.

That includes having Lena herself polygraphed.

[Cane tapping]

[Knock on door]

Oh, hey.

Hey, Lieber, I need you to do me a solid.

Oh, name it.

I wanna sit in.

No, no.

A solid is a ride to the airport or telling your wife you were with me when you weren't.

What you just asked for is neither of those things.

I don't have a wife.

I'll be quiet as a mouse.

No one will ever know I was here.

I can't.

You still want a transfer to U.K. desk, right?

Yeah.

I got a buddy over there, he's an analyst.

He's transferring to Berlin station at the end of the month.

I can set you up with an interview with Andrew Branch before anyone else knows that job is available.

You're quieter than a mouse, you understand?

You're a dead mouse.

Not a single squeak.

Were you assigned an operative named Annie Walker?

Yes.

And did she initially exhibit any behaviors which you found to be suspect?

No.

Did Annie propose the mission to cultivate Simon Fisher?

Yes.

Did you agree to this mission?

Yes.

Were you aware Annie and Simon were romantically involved?

No, I wasn't.

All right, what's the verdict? Fact or fiction?

So far she's telling the truth.

This is a waste of time.

Anybody with Lena's background would have no problem b*ating a polygraph.

You know, for a dead mouse, you do an awful lot of squeaking.

Do you think Annie had any involvement in the death of Jai Wilcox?

I don't know.

Yes or no, please.

If those are my only options, I'm gonna have to say yes.

Were you aware of Annie's plans to go to Cuba?

[Door closes]

Did Annie notify you--

I know that you're an exemplary operative and you've done a lot of great things for this agency--

Hey.

But if you believe that Annie could k*ll anyone in cold blood, let alone someone she cared for, you don't know what the hell you're talking about.

I am so sorry about this-- this is outrageous.

Who's your supervisor?

It's okay, Leo.

I understand why your anger is directed at me, Auggie.

But this is an inappropriate way to deal with it.

We're all frustrated here.

I know.

Let's go.

[Door slams]

Are you out of your mind?

I understand.

Give me an hour to gather the materials.

Yes, sir.

Here you go.

Thanks.

The DCI's assembling a small committee to determine whether or not Annie should be decommissioned.

I have to brief them in 30 minutes.

But it hasn't even been 24 hours.

This seems like a rush to judgment.

Well, the last six months have hardly been stellar for this agency, between Jai m*rder*d on U.S. soil and now a possible traitor in our midst.

DCI's being squeezed from all sides for answers.

So the only way to relieve the pressure is to sew this up as soon as possible.

But how can they decide anything until Annie wakes up?

She should have the right to defend herself.

I spoke to Annie's doctor.

She's stable, but there is no telling when, or even if she'll regain consciousness.

Thanks.

Annie Walker's friend, right?

Yeah.

What do you need?

I'm here to pick up her personal effects.

A gentleman already collected them earlier.

He had a warrant.

Gotta get me one of those.

Did she have something you needed?

Well, that's what I was hoping to find out.

There's an itemized list of her belongings in her chart.

I can make a copy of it for you.

I'd love that, yeah, thanks.

Okay.

It should take a few minutes.

[Door closes]

[Echoing] I said it'll just take a few minutes.

Please, have a seat.

[Wind whistling]

Danielle. What are you doing here?

I'm here to conduct a polygraph examination... on you.

Okay.

This isn't really a good time.

Funny how it's never a good time when I need something from you.

Let's do it.

[Buttons clicking]

Is your name Anne Catherine Walker?

Yes.

Do you reside in Washington, D.C.?

Georgetown, yes.

Did you like the miso black cod I made for your birthday last year?

What?

You barely touched it.

You claimed you had a really big lunch that day.

Did you like my cod?

Yes.

[Machine beeps]

Come on, Danielle.

[Clears throat]

Do you ever intend to keep the promises you make, or do you know they're empty when you make them?

What?

I didn't compose the questions, I'm just here to conduct the interview.

Please answer the question.

I intend to keep every promise I make.

[Machine beeps]

I'm not lying.

Well, the machine indicates otherwise.

And frankly, I'm more inclined to trust an electronic device than you.

[Velcro ripping]

You know what? This is over.

Did you ever consider what effects joining the C.I.A. would have on your family?

Were you aware of the potential dangers and chose to join regardless?

Nothing was ever more important to me than you.

[Wind whistling]

I don't know where your allegiance lies.

But your actions suggest it isn't with me.

[Grunts]

[Car engine rumbling]

Hey, good-looking, need a ride?

[Car engine revving]

[Car door slams]

Would you mind reading this to me?

I left my reading glasses in my car.

Of course, sorry.

Uh, let's see... pants, shoes, blouse, earrings, wallet, U.S. passport--

Passport? Why would she be carrying that?

Maybe she was on her way out of town?

No, she she was on her way to see me.

You wouldn't happen to have the number of that passport on that list, would you?

I do.

Barber, I need you to run a passport.

I want to know if it's real or a forgery.

Yeah, hit me.

Bravo, 9-2-8-3-7-4-6-8.

No, it wasn't issued by State. It's definitely a forgery.

One of ours?

[Keyboard clicking]

Nope, CIA didn't make it either.

Must've been created by an off-book cobbler.

Outstanding.

Annie copping a bogus passport is good news?

The best news I've had all day.

And I need you to get me the addresses of the best cobblers in the area.

I'm gonna make a few house calls.

[Knock on door]

Mr. Guerrero?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Mr. Guerrero?

Clear! Clear!

Anything?

The place is clear.

He must've snuck out while I called for back-up.

I heard a car on the street about two minutes after I left.

Diesel, I think.

What do you wanna bet that was the k*ller's getaway car?

k*ller?

This wasn't here before.

I may be blind, but I know the difference between a cheap rug and a dead body.

All right, so what do you imagine happened here?

I don't know.

[Sighs]

[Sniffs]

Do you see any flowers or scented candles around?

No, I don't see anything like that.

I could've sworn I smelled lavender earlier.

All right, I'm taking you home.

You need sleep.

How much sleep do you think I'm gonna get knowing some committee's trying to burn Annie at the stake?

It's nothing personal, Auggie, they're gonna make a decision based on the evidence.

All they're looking for is evidence to indict, that's all they're gonna find.

You gotta help me convince Arthur to give me those files.

Somebody's gotta fight for Annie.

I agree, which is why I've been sifting through every scrap of evidence, looking for anything I can to help Annie.

I care about her too, Auggie.

Do you trust me to fight for her?

Yeah.

Okay.

Let me take you home.

I wanna go to the hospital.

Auggie.

I can get a cab.

[Sighs] Come on, I'll drive you.

[Knock on door]

Yeah?

Oh, thank you.

[Door closes]

What is it?

Well, it's not official yet.

But I wanted you to hear it from me.

The committee decided to decommission Annie.

[Scoffs] Auggie was right.

DCI's not interested in due process.

He just wants to assign blame and move on.

Well the operatives in this building depend on him to protect them.

When there's overwhelming evidence that one among us is a traitor, he has no choice but to act swiftly.

Mm.

Maybe Lena was right.

Maybe we brought Annie in too early.

No, she was ready, Arthur.

She had more raw talent than anyone I have ever seen, and in the two-and-a-half years that we've worked together, she's proved herself to be an invaluable operative.

Invaluable.

Even if she was lying to you the entire time?

You have never doubted she was guilty, have you?

You didn't even try to defend her.

So, what about the operative that depends on you to have their back?

Annie Walker... is looking very, very guilty.

It's hard to accept.

I know.

[Monitor beeps]

You should talk to her.

Can she hear me?

The truth is nobody knows for sure.

But I like to think she can.

There's some food at the foot of the bed.

You look like you could use it.

Thanks.

[Sighs]

[Claps hands]

Annie, hey, it's me...

Auggie.

You know, the guy that gave you a Corvette.

Since I have your undivided attention, I'd like to share my thoughts about how Billy Collins' poetry is overrated and derivative.

If you agree with this, say absolutely nothing.

[Chuckles]

Yeah, the thing about this whole witty banter deal is it kind of takes two people.

Otherwise it's just a guy by himself being incredibly clever.

I miss you, Annie.

I have for a long time.

Things have been different between us since Barcelona, and it's all my fault.

I've been, uh... closed off and distant, and...

I can't tell you how sorry I am for that.

I don't know if you can hear me, but I need you to wake up.

I know you're not a traitor and right now you're the only one who can help me help you.

I need you, Annie.

I never need anyone.

But I need you.

[Sighs]

[Wind whistling]

We got intel that Blackbird is staying in room 309.

The only way to get up there without being seen is to use the service elevator in the kitchen.

Sounds like a plan.

How do I get to the kitchen?

Do you trust me?

With my life.

[Wind continues]

Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?

I clean up nicely, don't I?

I'm not talking about the clothes.

[Wind whistling]

You should probably get upstairs.

The song's not over yet.

We could dance a little while longer.

There's nothing I'd like more, but you and I both know this isn't our song.

We'll dance again, Walker, but not until the music's right.

Until then...

The access card for the kitchen is in my right coat pocket.

Let's do this.

Hey, I thought you could use that.

Thanks.

The nurse said she's almost done changing Annie's bandages.

It'll be about five more minutes.

Look, I just want you to know what happened in polygraph yesterday won't leave the polygraph room.

I don't blame you for having the reaction that you did.

If there's anything I can do for you-- anything at all, just ask.

I'm here to help.

Thanks for the coffee.

[Cane tapping]

[Door closes]

It was Lena.

When I found Guerrero's body, I was positive that I smelled lavender.

By the time you got there, it was gone.

I just caught that scent again at the hospital.

It wasn't flowers, it was Lena's perfume.

Tom Ford, lavender palm.

It couldn't be a coincidence.

She was in his house.

Nobody dislikes Lena more than I, but to accuse her of m*rder based on the perfume she wears is tantamount to career su1c1de.

She was there, Joan, I'm not crazy.

I'm not saying you are.

Just help me connect the dots, okay?

Um... why would Lena k*ll the cobbler that forged Annie's passport?

Maybe Annie didn't buy the passport.

Maybe Lena did.

Well, why would she do that?

And why keep it off-book?

Unless Lena was aiding and abetting Annie.

Maybe Lena's the real FSB double and Annie is just her patsy.

It makes sense why she'd k*ll Guerrero.

Think about it.

As long as he's alive, he can prove not only that Lena knew Annie went to Cuba, but she helped her get there.

And if anyone finds that out, her entire cover starts to unravel.

It's a plausible theory, but it's all conjecture.

Can you prove any of it?

That's why I'm here.

Oh, Auggie--

I have gone as far as I can on my own.

I need access to that evidence to get the rest of the way.

And unless I get it, you can expect my resignation.

Because this is a time of extreme duress, I'm going to pretend you didn't just demand I violate a dozen protocols by passing you intel well above your clearance.

But try this tack with me again and I assure you, you will not enjoy the consequences.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to call tech support.

I'm having trouble accessing the evidence files on the Manhattan server.

I'll have to recite my access code and under no circumstances can I have you overhear it.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

I think I do.

Good.

[Keyboard clicking]

It was at this time Lena Smith terminated the mission to cultivate Fischer because [high-pitched]

It failed to yield intel.

Operative Walker was remanded to the domestic protection division.

Unbeknownst to Smith, operative Walker continued to pursue Fisher of her own accord.

[Taps keyboard]

Smith testified to tasking operative Walker-- a venture capitalist. She's suspected of being an FSB agent.

Smith provided evidenceink e close to 5:00 pm.

I saw the light on in the kitchen and red Volkswagen in the driveway, so I assumed someone was home.

But it was real quiet.

Other than the bodies, I didn't see anything out of the ordinary.

Just cars and houses.

Same every other block in the neighborhood.

Other than the bodies, I didn't see anything--

[knobs clicking]

See anything out of the ordinary.

Just cars and houses.

Same as every other block in the neighborhoo-- other than the bodies, I didn't see anything out of the ordinary, just--

[static]

[Voice slowed] Ordinary, just cars and houses.

[Female computer voice]

DMV database.

Registered to Lena Smith.

Gray 2011 BMW X5 diesel.

I didn't expect to see you leaving here anytime soon.

I think I found something.

Then I'm coming with you.

Good, you can drive.

I think I'd prefer that, actually.

Where are we going?

To throw a hail Mary.

Mr. Goodman?

May we speak with you for a moment?

Are you guys cops or something?

We have a follow-up question about the statement you gave the other night.

Yeah, no problem.

sh**t.

On the night you found the bodies, do you remember seeing a gray BMW X5 parked anywhere nearby?

A gray BMW.

Actually, you know what? I do.

You do?

Are you sure it was a BMW?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm positive.

I'm in that neighborhood a lot and I remember because it was parked underneath the big tree where I always park the truck.

Gotta keep the cookies in the shade, you know?

[Clears throat]

The same color, make and model car as the one registered to Lena was parked less than a block from Annie's house on the night she was sh*t.

Well, I'm not sure it's enough to implicate Lena.

But I can make a damn good case to postpone decommissioning Annie until we can look into this further.

[Speakerphone rings]

I have the hospital on line one.

Hello.

I see.

All right. Thank you, Doctor.

[Hangs up phone]

What is it?

Annie woke up.

Just for a few minutes, but she was responsive.

The doctor says that's a really good sign.

[Heart monitor beeping]

[Wind whistling]

Look who's finally come home to roost.

You're Blackbird. I should have known.

Funny how each mirror makes everything look so different.

[Wind whistling]

[g*n sh*t]

[Glass clattering]

The entire time you were looking for me, you should have been looking in the mirror, Blackbird.

You know who you are?

Who you really are?

Look into your heart.

It's the only thing that doesn't lie.

[Wind continues]

[Wings fluttering]

[Gasps]

Gotcha!

[Grunting]

[Heart monitor beeping]

[Monitor beeps speed up]

[Grunting]

[Monitor beeping]

[Grunts]

What are you doing?

CPR! Her heart stopped.

Help me!

Uhh! Uhh!

[Gasping]

Lena!

We need some help over here!

[Grunts]

[Monitor beeps faster]

Joan?

No! No!

[Monitor beeping faster]

[Fire alarm rings]

Help!

[Indistinct chatter]

[Monitor flatlines]

[Gasps]

[Flatline continues]

[Rapid beeping, thump]

[Machine charging up]

[Rapid beeping, thump]

[Flatline continues]

This is Joan Campbell.

I want every possible way out of DC sealed off.

Train stations, bus stations, airports.

I want them all shut down.

[Flatline continues]

[Machine charging up]

[Thud]