05x02 - False Skorpion

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Previously on Covert Affairs...

Borz Altan. Could be an American, Muslim.

Has he worked for McQuaid security for a short while?

Mr. McQuaid? What do you remember about Borz Altan?

Did security work for me for four months in Eastern Europe.

Did he have any specialized training?

I mean, what exactly did he do for you?

Why do you want to know all this, anyway?

It's classified.

I thought about your offer. When do I start?

I just have to take care of a few things out of town, so I should be back on Monday. How's that sound?

Yes, could you--could you tell Dr. Cohen that I just had an episode again?

Call me back.

The Altans somehow had knowledge of our secret Chicago facility.

Mykola Altan had a surgically implanted IED.

We believe the surgery was done by his sister, Oksana.

Oksana was taken down by Annie Walker.

Their brother, Borz Altan, remains in the wind.

[Phone ringing]

Did you find him?

How did you know why I'm calling?

It's 5:15 in the morning. Why else would you be calling?

Did you find Borz?

Eh, kind of.

The Mexican police found a dead body a few miles from the airport in Veracruz.

Techint scrubbed the security cameras.

Borz was seen boarding a flight yesterday using the vic's passport.

Where to?

Maracaibo.

Joan wants you on a plane. How soon can you get to Dulles?

Uh... give me an hour.

All right. Check in when you land.

We've got a couple of local spotters down there b*ating the bushes for leads.

Got it.

Venezuela?

Yeah.

State's pulled all their embassy personnel.

We don't have too many friends down there.

I think it's more accurate to say we don't have any friends down there.

Yeah, well still, it could have been worse--Borz could have ended up in Cuba.

Yeah, or North Korea, or Iran.

Regardless, it's a short list.

Yeah.

Auggie.

Any word from Annie?

En route.

She'll be wheels down in Maracaibo in six hours.

Okay. And then what?

She can't haul him back for questioning on her own.

She has to find him first.

I can deploy a team out of Medellin to meet up with her.

Six guys who know the terrain.

A TAC team wandering the streets, knocking on doors.

If not making waves is the objective, we shouldn't bring in a bigger boat.

I'll keep them on standby.

DNI's office is putting together a team to investigate Chicago.

They're coordinating it out of the NCTC.

Yeah, I know, I already got my summons this afternoon at 3:00.

Okay, well let me send someone over from legal with you, just to be careful.

There's no need. I'm not going.

DCI wants us to cooperate fully, Auggie.

Well, they want to waste my time, they can send somebody down here with a subpoena and a taser.

Otherwise, I'm going to be at my desk, helping to bring in a t*rror1st.

All right.

Let the record show I've informed you of the Agency's official stance on this issue. Carry on.

[Upbeat music playing]

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[Speaking Spanish]

Is that all you got?

[Men chanting distantly]

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Yeah.

Better look around.

Stop.

Now turn around and keep your hands where I can see them, McQuaid.

You remember my name.

I was wondering if I left a good impression the last time we met.

What are you doing here?

Why don't you put that down, so we can have a more civilized conversation?

I think I'll keep it right where it is until you start talking.

Well, then, we are going to have ourselves a real Mexican stand-off.

How do you figure?

So. You were saying?

♪ Covert Affairs 05x02 ♪
False Skorpion
Original Air Date on July 1, 2014

You wanna call off your dogs.

Down, boys.

Dex, Fitz, I would like to introduce you to someone that I'm not sure how to formally introduce.

But what should we be calling you today?

When we spoke in Chicago, you said you had no idea where Borz was. But here you are in Maracaibo.

You lied to me?

It wasn't a lie when I said it.

You knew we were looking for him.

You should have notified us the minute you knew where he was.

You expect me to sit on my hands when one of my ex-employees blows up a CIA facility?

Hell, no.

So where's Borz now?

Who are you? What are you doing here?

Don't come into a place of worship carrying g*ns and tell me you come in peace.

Thank you.

What can you tell me about the man who stayed here last night?

Nobody stay here last night.

I know that isn't true.

Did you talk to him?

Did he say where he was going?

We didn't talk for very long.

My father just let him stay here the one night.

But you talked to him?

Go, go now.

But baba--

I think you should go now, as well.

Thank you for your help.

I'm sorry to play the man-to-man card, but it's a cultural thing.

What did the Imam say?

Not much.

What about the girl? Did she tell you anything?

Not much.

Listen, I don't want to butt heads with Langley over this, I really don't, so how about we try and work together?

Together?

I only want one thing-- an hour alone with Borz before I turn him over to you.

An hour alone to do what?

I just have to ask him a few questions.

Questions about what?

Oh, just questions that only he can answer.

I need you to be more specific than that.

I can't be more specific than that.

Well, then no deal.

Look, you're down here alone with no back-up.

You're--you need my help.

We already proved that with the Imam.

I need your help?

It's okay, you can admit it.

No man--or woman--is an island.

[Inaudible whispering]

Okay, great.

I can find Borz on my own.

Okay, good luck with that.

Hey.

You always roll four deep, like this?

Depends.

It's hard to blend in with this much muscle.

You show me anyone in this country who isn't flexing at least three bodyguards. I am blending in.

Hey, happy hunting.

Yeah.

Senor, dos mas.

[Line ringing]

Auggie, it's me.

I need you to tell me where you think I am.

Wait, what?

McQuaid's got my phone.

McQuaid's in Maracaibo?

I didn't know he still went into the field like that.

He's CEO--he's got plenty of operatives at his disposal.

Yeah, he's got a few of those down here, too.

How far ahead of me is he?

Let's see. About two miles.

Just stay on Route 3.

He found something out at Masjid mosque.

I know he did.

We contract out millions of dollars of work a year to McQuaid.

He knows we're his bread and butter.

Why would he get in our way if it might jeopardize his business?

He asked me to join forces.

He said all he needed was to talk to Borz for an hour, alone.

What'd you say?

I said no.

He can't be trusted.

Once upon a time, you would have smiled, taken him up on his offer, and figured the rest out when you got there.

You can't bargain with guys like McQuaid.

He's not wired like us.

I made the right call, Auggie.

Did Auggie read you in on what's going on in Venezuela?

You mean McQuaid?

Your husband's new boss is creating a big problem down there.

You're wondering how he knew about Chicago?

How he knew about Chicago, how he b*at us to Maracaibo, the whole thing.

Are you insinuating I said something to Arthur?

I'm not. Honestly.

In fact, I'm sure it's just a coincidence.

But people here are taught not to believe in coincidences.

So what do you want me to do?

Tried calling over there. Got stonewalled.

McQuaid's number two, Caitlyn Cook.

Do you know her?

No.

Lucky for you.

She's not that easy to get along with.

Anyway, I hate putting you in this position, Joan, but I need you to find out from Arthur what you can about McQuaid's intentions.

It's his first day there.

Your office is right this way.

I wasn't sure if you wanted a desk with a return or not.

And we went with the Aeron chair, but if you have another preference, then we can certainly order something else.

No, I'm sure that will be fine.

Here we are.

[Phone rings]

Ah... will you excuse me?

I have to take this.

Certainly. I will check on you later.

Thank you.

Hey.

Hi. How's your first day?

Furniture's nice.

Not sure about anything else, though.

I do miss Mack.

Tell me about it.

Um...

Listen, I want to preempt what I'm about to ask you with an apology.

This is not a position I wanted to put you in.

What is it?

What can you tell me about what McQuaid is doing in Venezuela?

Well, I thought he was in Brussels on a business trip, so not a word.

What can you tell me?

Less than that.

You know what? Never mind, just-- just forget I asked, okay?

Asked what?

Think you can leave work early enough to be home for dinner?

I think I can make that happen.

Great.

Thank you. I love you.

I love you, too.

[Music in Spanish playing]

Annie, GPS puts McQuaid's truck in Plaza mayor.

Got it. Maybe they found Borz.

[Bell tolling]

Both: [Speaking russian]

[g*nsh*t]

Borz!

[Alarm ringing]

We need him alive.

We need him caught.

What the hell are you doing?

He had a g*n. He could have k*lled the target.

[Festive music playing]

[Overlapping shouting, laughing]

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How many times do I have to explain myself, okay?

I mean, if I wanted to k*ll him, he'd be k*lled.

Yes, I'm that good a sh*t.

Yeah, not good enough to keep him from running.

[Scoffs]

Where are you going?

I have to go and I.D. the body before they take it to the morgue.

That's Borz's only known contact.

Well, you better make it quick, because the police are probably all over it by now.

[Music and crowd chatter]

[Soft murmuring in Spanish]

[Murmuring in Spanish]

Senorita. Senorita!

Senorita.

Hey...

[Speaking Spanish]

Senorita...

Give me your I.D.

Oh, uh...

Here.

[Speaking spanish]

No.

[Speaking spanish]

Do you have anything else in your pockets?

Um, yeah, uh, just this.

Okay. Will you follow me please?

Uh, sure.

[Speaking spanish]

No.

[Questioning in Spanish continues]

Auggie. Police scanners in Maracaibo reporting sh*ts fired in a Plaza off avenida Bella vista.

Where Annie's located?

Yep. One presumed dead.

Is she picking up her burner cell?

Nope.

Keep trying.

Auggie Anderson.

You found him.

Something I can help you with?

Oh, more the other way around. You blew me off earlier today.

I'm here to help you make amends.

Hayley Price, NCTC.

Anywhere private we could talk?

I'd like you to walk me through the apprehension of Mykola Altan.

You were handling the operative running point on Altan's capture, Anne Walker?

Annie Walker.

Yes.

And she had just returned from an extended sabbatical, hadn't she?

Yes, four months.

And she was sent back out because of her relationship with Khalid Ansari?

She knew Khalid better than anyone else we had.

He led us to the Altans.

Uhhuh.

From the reports I've read, she delivered Altan to the CIA facility but didn't accompany him inside, thus shielding herself from the blast.

Do you know why she didn't go inside with the suspect?

If you don't know that, it's above your clearance.

Mr. Anderson, I've been tasked by the director of National Intelligence to coordinate a response to this incident.

And, because I interface directly with the Oval Office, I've been given Yankee White category one clearance.

In other words, there's nothing that you can say about this mission that I am not authorized to hear.

Understand?

Great, with all that clearance, you know what Annie has accomplished for this agency, and you know the sacrifices she has made.

And yet, a b*mb still blew up in an uncharted CIA facility, and I'm just here trying to figure out why.

Yeah, tell me something-- what is your name again?

Hayley Price.

Tell me something, Ms. Price.

You ever served in the m*llitary?

No.

You ever operated in hostile territory?

Other than right here?

Okay.

12 patriots were m*rder*d three days ago in Chicago.

Now, I didn't know them all, but the one I did know I knew well.

Charlie Schinderman.

So you will forgive me if I take offense when some paper pusher who's in charge of "coordinating a response" comes in, questioning my colleague's commitment and allegiances.

Mr. Anderson, please sit down. We're not done yet.

Well, I'm done.

But I'm not.

Look, I'm sympathetic to the grief you must be feeling, but I'm not going to let you use it to bully me out of doing my job.

Now, until DNI is satisfied that we've no more vulnerabilities to exploit and that everyone behind this act of terror has been rounded up, I'm going to carry on as if my paper pushing help is as mission-critical as yours.

Thank you.

I was watching my six the entire time.

You weren't following me.

You stashed a GPS tracker on my car, didn't you?

Maybe your cell phone, or--

How did you know where to find Borz?

The guys were canvassing the neighborhood while we were with the Imam.

They know not to come back until their pockets are empty.

And?

[Police radio chatter]

A guy selling newspapers saw Borz get on the number seven bus.

This was the most likely destination.

Huh.

There are four of us.

We can cover a lot more ground than you can.

Did you relay my, uh, offer back to Langley?

Why?

Well, I'm just curious about what your superiors said when you read them in.

I mean, did they think it was a good idea?

My superiors trust the decisions I make in the field.

Ah, but only to a point, though, right?

Have you ever thought about what it would be like to work for somebody who gives you their unconditional support?

If you're wondering, I am recruiting you to come and work for me.

You got to be kidding me.

Soldiers, spies, poets, teachers.

These are the most unappreciated professions that I know.

[Laughs]

Now, I can't fix the teachers and the poets, but people like you I can--

I can show you that you're appreciated.

[Laughing]

You don't understand me at all.

Oh, of course I do.

You get off on the sacrifice.

It ennobles your cause, but you don't have to suffer for your art.

You can still do good for your country and get paid for it at the same time.

Well, you don't have to answer me right now.

You can think about it, if you want.

The answer's no.

[Police radio chatter]

Si, puedes ir. - Gracias.

Yet another thing that money is still good for.

[Grunts]

Okay.

Wait, you're not leaving me here, are you?

Well, I...I like to keep things simple, and you're either with me, or you're against me.

And you... made your choice.

Am I intruding?

No, not at all.

We haven't met. I'm Caitlyn Cook.

Arthur Campbell.

Oh, I know who you are.

Everybody knows who you are.

I hear you've been trying to get ahold of Ryan.

Is there something I can help you with while he's out of pocket?

No, thank you Caitlyn.

I can wait till he's back from Brussels.

Ryan's not in Brussels.

But you knew that already.

Yes, I did.

From your wife?

I know a lot of people in South America.

I was stationed there once upon a time.

Of course you were.

So what can I do for you?

Ryan's mission down there has a--many number of variables.

So we're not yet sure how it's going to break, but we'd like to be prepared for every possible outcome.

Can we sit down to strategize?

Have a seat.

How about over dinner?

Dinner.

Well, I'd say let's go somewhere, but honestly, the food's better here, plus they bring it right to your desk.

Sure.

Come by my office in an hour, then.

[Police radio chatter]

Miss Andrea Quinn?

Yes?

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

Is that okay?

Sure, sure.

The officer that's standing over there tells me that he saw you... standing over the victim.

Why would you do something like that?

I don't know, I guess I was just fascinated.

I-I've never seen a dead body before.

What brought you to Venezuela, Miss Quinn?

I'm kind of embarrassed to say.

I'm here to see a Doctor.

A Doctor?

I heard you guys have the best plastic surgeons in the world, and it's so much cheaper than Canada.

Plastic surgery.

Breast implants.

It was my boyfriend's idea.

Stand up, please.

[Speaking Spanish]

Your boyfriend, is he here with you?

Um, no. But he said he-- he might be able to come down for my recovery if he can get off work.

Gracias.

You're welcome.

If you ask me, don't do it.

The surgery, I mean.

You're quite beautiful the way you are.

Thanks.

The officer that frisked me-- I had my medication on me.

It--it looks like a small white pager.

Um, did he give it to you?

No, sorry. That's all he gave me.

Okay.

But if you have a prescription on you perhaps I could guide you to the nearest pharmacy.

Oh, no, no. That's okay, that's okay. Thank you.

[Line ringing]

Yeah?

It's me.

Yeah, that was the contact.

Looked like he was here to k*ll Borz.

McQuaid sh*t him before he got the chance.

Take this info down?

Yeah, go.

George Kogan, with a K.

Latvian national, passport number 332C449.

It's probably a cover, but you can I.D. him from the photo.

Borz is going to need medical attention, so check all the local hospitals, see if anyone intakes has anyone with a g*nsh*t wound.

Will do, but McQuaid's probably running that angle down himself.

Yeah, and I'm an hour behind him.

You know what? Do me a favor.

See what you can find on the Imam's daughter, Asha.

She was covering for Borz harder than anyone at that mosque.

Maybe Borz noticed that, too.

Is that Walker?

All right.

What the hell's going on down there?

I'm trying to find Borz.

You been a step behind McQuaid this whole way.

Should I have contracted this job out to him?

[Sighs] He's got a whole TAC team down here.

It's four against one.

He offered you their services. You turned him down.

I don't need him to find Borz.

I don't care if you find him on your own or if you use McQuaid.

All I care about is that you find him.

Hey--

[Beep]

You still there?

Yeah.

All right, we got nothing in our database, but Asha el-Faizy is on Google.

I got access to her browser history.

She did a search on g*nsh*t wounds and medical care.

She clicked on a pharmacy on calle 83.

Beyond that, she's a college student, she's 19 years old, studying political science. She is also on Facebook.

It's a fairly standard profile.

[Speaking foreign language]

Look, I got to say, she looks like a classic preacher's daughter to me.

Daddy keeps a lock on the door, but she just wants to go out and dance.

[Car honks]

[Tires screeching]

[Man yells in foreign language]

Listen, I lost my visual.

I'm coming north. Maybe she headed that way.

Don't panic. I'm here to help you.

You were right to avoid those men.

They have g*ns, and they're the ones who put the g*nsh*t wound in Borz that he asked you to help stitch up.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Really?

Who are these medical supplies for?

Look, I know right now this must seem like the most exciting thing that's ever happened in your life.

A mysterious man came to your door.

Your father doesn't trust him.

That only makes him more intriguing.

But this guy is dangerous, Asha.

He k*lled 12 people with a b*mb, and he's k*lled everyone in his way since.

He'll do the same to you, as soon as you fulfill a purpose for him.

So what am I supposed to do now?

This is my car.

Can you show me where he is?

Yes.

Here. Stop here.

[Rap music playing]

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The white house with the orange curtain.

Is he in there alone?

Yes.

Does he have a g*n?

I don't think so.

No.

Can you get home okay from here?

Okay. Go home.

Yes.

[People speaking Spanish]

[Loud thud, girl giggles]

[Spanish song on radio]

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[Groans]

[Rapping in Spanish]

[Dogs barking]

Ugh.

[Grunts]

[Gasps]

[Panting]

Get away. What are you doing? Who are you?

It's okay. He's on my payroll.

Senor McQuaid--Mr. McQuaid sent for me to come treat you.

But I don't know what I am treating you for.

Where's Borz?

Scumbag's in the next room.

The doctor stitched him up already.

Fitz is watching him.

You got your hour with him?

I did. Now it's your turn.

Your vital signs are very erratic, senorita.

I have a heart condition.

Myocarditis.

I-I lost my nitrate medication.

Very well.

I can get you something.

Excuse me.

Gracias.

[Phone ringing]

Annie?

Hey, I got him. I got Borz.

I knew you would.

Although, I will admit I was a little concerned when you fell off the grid the past couple hours.

What happened?

Nothing, I just--I-- took me longer to track him down than I thought.

Well, let me loop in everyone.

We can start sending the exfil team.

I'm going to use McQuaid's team to bring him home.

When did you join ranks with McQuaid?

It's a long story, but he got his hour with Borz, and I have no idea what they discussed.

Let the HIG guys figure that out when they interrogate him.

I'm sure it'll be fine.

I hope so.

Hey, you got your man.

At the end of the day, that is all that matters.

Honey.

Honey?

Honey.

Shh, shh. I just put him down.

[Sighs]

I'm sorry I'm late.

It's okay.

This is so cute. It's from McQuaid.

Dinner's on the stove if you want to heat it up.

Aw, thanks. But I'm not hungry.

McQuaid's number two wanted to bring me up to speed over dinner, so I couldn't exactly say no.

No, of course not.

It seems like we have some common interests in Venezuela.

It seems so.

It's good to be back at work.

McQuaid's lucky to have you.

Caitlyn said something very similar.

Caitlyn?

Caitlyn Cook.

McQuaid's number two.

Have you ever met?

No... But I look forward to it.

Wow, you look beautiful, regardless.

You look really sexy in that shirt.

Really?

Really.

Okay, your mommy's calling you.

Really?

Yeah.

Hey, Pat...

Not gonna happen.

Send a drink to Ms. buzzkill down there, on me.

[Blues music playing]

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Who's that from?

Okay, you're the last person I would expect to buy me a drink.

The usual response is "thank you."

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Pretty hard on the frat boy.

Hey, some guys just don't get a girl might want to drink alone.

Not me. To drinking alone.

Ah.

Uhh!

[Both laughing]

I--I got it, I got it.

[Laughs]

Woo.

I like to be in charge. I hope that's okay.

[Exhales]

The air strip's 5 klicks to the Colombian border.

Pedro's supposed to have the jet fueled and ready to go.

Take him that for his trouble.

Check.

We'll be taking back roads, so we'll be like an hour or two behind you, so just keep the channels open in case we need to change the script.

Got it, boss.

You ready?

Never better.

Look, I get that you're good at your job, but I am surprised that Langley sent you down here all alone, all things considered.

Langley doesn't know.

Well, they would kick you out if they did.

You gonna tell them?

I don't work for the CIA, and your health is none of my business.

I don't think it's any of their business, either.

Everyone's entitled to a... a secret or two, right?

Thanks.

No problem.

You really think poets are underappreciated?

You don't strike me as the kind of guy who likes poetry.

Oh, I've been known to sound a barbaric yawp from time to time-- it keeps the demons at bay.

Five hours to the border, buddy.

Enjoy the ride.

[Sighs]

I love this job.

You know, it is times like this that I feel like the luckiest man alive.

Let's put on some mood music, huh?

Let's roll.

[Rock music playing]

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