Covert Affairs (2010–2014): Season 1, Episode 4 - No Quarter - full transcript

Helvetica's wheels down.
On two.

How was your flight?

Like a giant nursery
ward in the sky.

I got 10 minutes
of shut-eye. Max.

Well, who said
our career
isn't glamorous?

Now,
I've got to turn around
and fly right back.

Any chance of upgrading
out of coach?

You'll have to take
that up with the
Appropriations Committee.

Good luck with that
on a Sunday.

Come on, Auggie.
I'll be fighting
the jet stream.

Hey, any time you want
to switch places,
just let me know.



Someone's a little
cheeky this morning.

Too bad. I was going
to get you a souvenir.

Yeah?

Yeah. A Saint Bernard.
Stuffed, of course.

They kind of
remind me of you.

Great. I remind you
of Cujo.

It's the slobbering,
isn't it?

Yeah, that,
and they're cute
and dependable.

And when you're feeling low,
they bring you booze.

It's my contact.
Wish me luck.

Good luck.

Get off!

At the end of
the day, the CIA is acting
in our name.

But we need to demand
more transparency.



I was personally assured

by the Director
of Clandestine Services
himself, Arthur Campbell,

that things
would be different
under this new regime.

What evidence have we seen
that anything
has actually changed?

What are you doing?

Oh, I couldn't help it.
I had to watch it.

Give me that.
Give it.

You promised.
No David Gregory.

She mentioned my name.

It's just noise, Arthur.

Plus, it's like
she's being CC'ed on
every piece of paper.

I thought we agreed.

No shoptalk
until noon today.

Just tell me you're plugging
any leaks from your division.

I will find the leaks.
Trust me.

Now, are you going
to take advantage
of my largesse already,

or do I have to find someone
who appreciates me more?

Toast soldiers.

Mmm-hmm.
With one soft-boiled egg.

Just the way
you like it.

I also brought you
the paper.

Aw! Oh!
It's very light.

That's because
I shredded everything
related to geopolitics.

You redacted
the sports page.

I know how you get
about the Nationals.

They got smoked,
didn't they?

I'm not talking.

Yeah, well, I have ways
of getting it out of you.

Really?
Yeah.

Ignore that.
Ignore what?

That.

Try to ignore this.
I can't. I really can't.

I really can't. I...

Oh.

Yeah.
Yeah.

Now?

It's Annie.

The Swiss authorities
reporting no casualties,

but a handful of people
have been rushed to
the hospital with injuries.

And as of yet,
no terrorist group...

I'll see you in 15.

It's just
a run-of-the-mill
brush pass.

Just tell me
we didn't pull her
off the Farm

before she learned
how to go to ground.

Hey! Are you all right?
The bomb...

I'm fine. I think.

You ever try and disguise
a government-issue titanium
briefcase on the run before?

I can assure you,
it's not easy.

All right, so
you've got the package?

Which one?

Mine. Ours.

And your 20?

Downtown. On foot.

On my way to the Turk's.
That's still the backup,
correct?

That would be
our backup, yes.

They wanted the briefcase.

You think it might be time
to read me in
on what I'm carrying here?

That information
has not gone vertical yet.

Tell me what happened
with the pass.

Did you establish
a visual with the contact?

Yeah. With both of them.

Both of them?

Seems like orange wristbands
and metal briefcases are all
the rage in Zurich, Auggie.

It's getting hard to tell
who's on my team out here.

I am. Okay?
I'm on your team.

I'm with you
all the way home.

I think I've been made.
I'm going to have to
dead drop this package.

Annie?

Well, that's
the protocol, right?

When things go
Tango Uniform?

Yes. Yes,
that's the protocol,
but we don't have one vetted.

It makes our lives
infinitely more complicated

if you're taken
into custody, Annie.

Annie?

Okay, can you make it
to the Turk's?

That's not an option
right now.

Okay. Do what
you have to do.

What's the word
on Annie?

En route to the Turk.
Clear head.
Wits about her.

Good. And the package?

She had to drop it.

There's an empty
safe house nearby.
I can take you there now.

Thank you.

What's that?

Oh. I...
I must have forgotten.

Now, your shoes, please.

My shoes?

Your passport.
Any lD.

They're no good
to you anymore.

Oh, hello?
Hold on.

He's expecting me.

Hello, Bill. Ken. David.

Maybe I should
come back later.

No, we're all family here.
Saves me from catching
everyone up one at a time.

Okay, then.
Here's what we know.

Fedpol grabbed this image
off the closed circuit

just prior to
the bomb going off.

The briefcase matches
the shrapnel
from the explosion.

Do they have enough
for a visual lD?

They matched it
to the passport.

The SAP is looking
for a Gayle Beacham
from Scarborough, Ontario.

She already made it
to the Turk,
so we're good there,

but we need to get
her out of Zurich.

What's the status
of the briefcase?

It's been dead dropped.
Walker's confident
it's secure for now.

We have some good news
from Tel Aviv.

Their operative,
Eyal Lavine...

He also escaped
with his package.

So, for now, there hasn't
been anything compromised.

I'm sorry, Bill.
Did I say
something funny?

Nothing's been compromised?

That's right.

Now, I've been
constructing a plan
for Walker's extraction.

From what I understand,
we have three active assets
operating in Zurich canton.

Thank you, Joan.

Ken's going to be
coordinating the extraction.

But Annie's my operative.

I'm not going to
jeopardize the safety
of my operatives

in the field
through contact
with your division.

What are you
talking about?

Where are we on
the Liza Hearn leak?

We're proceeding
as scheduled.

Diligently,
systematically...

I'm sorry. Is this
really the time?

We have an operative
out there in the dark.

Is this really the time
to focus our energy
on the leak?

The DPD has been
compromised.

I'm wondering whether
you're too close
to your people

to prosecute this fully.

Bill's going to initiate
a company-wide investigation

starting today,
with the DPD.

Are we all
on the same page?

Absolutely.

You can come up now.

Apartment 503.

The towels and bedding
should be clean,

but I cannot
make any promises.

Okay. Um... Is there milk?

For the mac and cheese?

You can make do
with water.

Okay.

I will bring
your new passport
as soon as I cobble it.

Isn't this where
you tell me everything
is going to be okay?

I am just a bridge agent
and a cobbler.
I'm not a handler.

Meaning?

Meaning that I do not
traffic in false hope
and baseless reassurance.

Okay, then.

The hair dye.
Hold it to your face.
I want to check the color.

What do you think?

In case the color
does not flatter you.

Oh, I couldn't.

Better this
than that hat.

You're my contact!

What
are you doing here?

I could ask you
the same question.

I don't get this.

We get tasked with
a simple brush pass.

In and out,
in a presumably
secure airport.

Then, things go sideways.
I go my way, you go yours,

I get to ground...
Hold on a second.

You're already here?

It's funny how
things happen, huh?

Why would ClA
and the Mossad

share the same
safe house?

I don't know. Maybe
for the same reason

we both fly coach
instead of first class.

You did fly
coach, right?

This doesn't
make any sense.

Come on. Stop making
this seem more random
than it actually is.

What? You've never
seen Munich?

You want to tell me
what you're doing
with that thing?

Pass me that foil.

There's only one bed.

That's all we need,
neshama.

Come on.
Think of it as kismet.

We shack up here
for a few days,

we let things
die down,
and then we do

what we were brought
together to do.

Which is what, exactly?

Exchange briefcases,
of course.

You want to tell me
where yours is?

It's somewhere safe.

This is somewhere safe.

That's why they call it
a safe house.

Where else is safe?

It got hot.
I had to drop it.
So...

That's how they teach
you in the ClA?

Not to get caught
with compromising materials?

Yeah. It's basic
ClA protocol.

Protocol?

I take it Mossad doesn't
have the same procedure?

A Mossad man
never separates
from his package.

Ever.

You're just a jobnik,
aren't you?

All this talk
about protocol.

It's like you're sitting
at a desk, pushing papers.

I'm not a paper-pusher.
I've done fieldwork before.

Yeah? How much?

Plenty.

You made a police scanner
out of that thing?

Yeah. In case
you speak only American,

what they're saying is...

I know. The Swiss
security apparatus is
looking for you and me.

At least we're in
a friendly country.

Friendly?

A colleague of mine
is in prison here
for five years

for an act of espionage
no different than this.

That's not going
to be my fate.

I'm going to go
take a shower.

Try not to broadcast
our location
while I'm in there.

Pretty cloak
and dagger, no?

Shouldn't you be feeding
the pigeons or something?

You apparently think
this is funny.

Yes, I do.

Not as funny as
if you were also
wearing a trench coat, but...

You mentioned me by name.

You broke the rule, Liza.

It's unwritten, Arthur.

The DCl and the director
of public affairs,

the only names ever
spoken in public.

It's not like anyone
can't find you
on the org chart.

What's your end game here?

You getting me
pushed out the door?

Don't you think
you're overreacting?

If I'm gone,
there will be another
Henry Wilcox moving in,

blacking out the windows,
installing
floor-to-ceiling drapes.

Good luck with your
transparency then.

I've heard this song
before, Arthur.

How all you need is a little
more time to gradually
change the culture.

But nothing ever happens.

I'm more of a
rip-the-Band-Aid-off
type of girl.

I can play
Rip the Band-Aid Off,
too.

Trust me
when I say this.

My version hurts more.

They with you?

It must be hard to
level empty threats

and pretend to be
a good guy
at the same time.

You break any more rules,
written or unwritten,

you put any of my people
anywhere in jeopardy,

I'll let you judge
for yourself how empty
my threats are.

I don't know
about the pigeons,

but the squirrels go
crazy for that stuff.

If you were Mossad,
where would you
stash your briefcase?

Hold on. I'm pulling
his 201 up now.

All right.

Eyal Lavine.
Three years lDF,

Field lntelligence Squad.

Then, two years with Magav
in the Golan Heights,

before becoming
Mossad in '98.

Oh, wow!

What?

You said this guy
tried to kill you?

Yeah, with a piano wire. Why?

This guy was with Kidon
for five years.

The hard squad.
Assassinations,
kidnappings...

This brush pass seems
way beneath his pay grade.

And yet, it's not
beneath mine?

I don't see anything
in his file.

Maybe he's a burnout
case or a drinker.

Yeah, or maybe he just
pissed somebody off somewhere.

You know, he's the kind
of guy that likes to
piss people off.

A Mossad man
and his package?

Have you ever heard
anything so ridiculous?
Whoa! My God!

What?

Uh... Nothing.

Just tell me
you're working
on getting me home.

I'm working on
bringing you home.

Okay. Is it...
Is it possible that this guy
is a double agent?

I mean, are we even sure
he was my contact
in the first place?

Well, you can send me
his picture

and I can try to
match up his lD.

I could send
you a picture, but, uh...

Not sure it will work
for lD purposes.

All right, listen.
They want to know where
you dropped the briefcase.

We're going to send
someone to go pick it up.

I can still complete
the mission.

I mean, I can't
stand this guy,

but I can still
make the pass.

Annie, this is not
a reflection on you.

This is standard
operating procedure.

Of course. Okay.

Oh, my God.
What are you doing?

Annie? Annie?

Know how easy to trace
one of these things are?

I was talking
to Langley.

Yeah, let me guess.
ClA protocol?

It's an encrypted phone.

What?

Someone knew
every nut and bolt
of our mission.

So, either your agency
or mine has been corrupted.

My guess is it's yours.
But, hey, I don't mind
admitting I'm biased.

You really enjoy
being a jerk, don't you?

I do.
Oh, and by the way,

if you're looking for this,

you're welcome to join me.

Whoa!

Ugh!

Yeah, I need a reverse cell
look-up on Walker's phone.

All right. You four.
Report to polygraph.

No, I've got the last
known location.

I just need to know
if it starts moving.

Let's go, Anderson.
Step to.

I'm sorry. This is
going to have to wait.

Now.

Walk this
up to the DCS

with the other background
you're compiling

as soon as
humanly possible.

Yeah.

Joan, will you call off
Arthur's attack dog?

I'm trying to reestablish
contact with Annie.

Leave the intel with me.
We'll make sure
someone fills the gap.

I don't understand.

It's a company-wide
directive.

Everyone's coming
under scrutiny.

You ready yet,
hotshot?

Don't be a baby.

Ow. Ah!

Oh!

Neshama!

What?

Come quick.
It's an emergency.

What is so pressing
that it can't wait?

Your food. You don't
want it to get cold.

It smells good.

Yeah, if there's something
I've learned over the years,

it's treat every meal
as though it's your last.

Come on. Sit down. Eat.

What is it?

Oh, just a little
hanger steak,

with some charred
eggplant and pine nuts.

Oh, and a little
beurre rouge.

Oh.

We're okay?

How did you...
What...
When did you, uh...

I stowed away on
a food service truck

getting out
of the airport.

What is it?

No. I don't know.
It must have been
from the shrapnel.

Let me see.

Hey!
Come on. Don't be shy.

Oh, I'm going to
have to stitch that.
You keep eating.

I got this.

That's okay.

I'll get this.
I insist.

If you take his money,
someone will be
listening in

on every phone
conversation you have
for the rest of your life.

Don't listen to her.
She doesn't have the power
to make that happen.

I, on the other hand, do.

He's the DCS.

We need to talk.

I'm going to forgive you
for the price
of a double latte?

Is that what you think?

Thank God you're not
out in the field
handling assets.

You don't have
a feel for it.

I think you're being
overly sensitive.

You hung me out
to dry, Arthur,

to save face
with your foursome.

Heaven forbid I'm actually
kept in the loop
in any of this stuff.

I still don't even know
what's in those
damn briefcases.

It's just protocol.

It's just wrong.

Am I failing you
as head of DPD?

No, of course not.

If I cut you any slack
running down this leak...
My wife?

They'd run the both
of us out of here.

I've got to tell
you something.

David, Ken, and Bill
are Brutuses.

Every single
one of them.

They're just waiting
for the chance
to stab you in the back.

Oh, come on.

It's not their fault.
It's how they were trained.

It's how we were
all trained.

But there is exactly
one person in this place

who you can truly
trust to the core,

and you are doing
your best
to alienate her.

God!

Is that going to scar?

Oh, most definitely.
But in a cute way.

Right.

You can always put
a tattoo over it
if you don't like it.

You're not Jewish,
are you?

No.

Good. Well, good
for the tattoo.

Not so good for me
going and introducing
you to my mom.

Were you read in
on what's inside
the briefcase?

No.

It doesn't make you
curious, what someone
tried to kill us over?

It's not for me
to speculate.

l... I can't stop
thinking about it
since I boarded the plane.

I don't know how you
can be so Zen about it.

I'll give you two scenarios.
One, you're carrying
a krytron tube,

capable of triggering
a nuclear device.

The second,
you're just a bagman,

shuffling shekels
back and forth.

You having
that knowledge,

is that going to change
how you conduct yourself?

Honestly? Yeah.

I'm going to conduct
myself differently.

And that's why
they don't tell us.

Just cogs in the wheel,
you and l.

Keep your head,
complete your mission.

Let the suits worry
about the bigger stuff.

All right.
We're done.

Let's find you
something else to wear.

I... I already looked
in there.
There's nothing to wear.

Yeah, I saw that already.

Yeah?

What, you weren't
going to tell me?

Black leather
and Polaroids.

Still the best way
to flip a politician.

I thought it was
something like that.

That's a lot of rope
for one person.

Well, how do you know
it's just for one?

Last time I holed up
in a safe house,

all we had to play with
was, uh, Scrabble.

I'm fine with Scrabble.

So...

You gonna tell me
where you dropped
the package?

Huh? The terminal?
Or did you leave it
with the Turk?

Who's the Turk?

So, you're going to
play it that way.

What's the matter?

That guy down there.

In the overalls.
With the power
company van.

It's Sunday.

And those aren't
work boots.

Get dressed quickly.

This was your big idea?
Rappelling with
the bondage gear?

Not like we could
take the stairs.

You learned this
on the Farm?

Yeah.
Bouldering at Moab.

Oh!

All right?
Yeah.

All right.
Ladies first.

Do you want me
to, uh...
No, I got this.

Stop! Right there!

I'm going to ask you
a series of questions

to act as
a control sample.
Okay?

No, it's not okay.

You wanted
the truth, correct?

Just answer
the questions, please.

Your name is
August Anderson?

Yes, but my friends
call me Auggie.

You can call me August.

Yes or no, please.

You were born
in Glencoe, lllinois.
Is that correct?

Yes.

Okay. You lost
your eyesight

while with Special Forces
in lraq. Is that correct?

I'm sorry.
You'll have to be
more specific.

You were in Tikrit.

Yes.

There was an incident.
An explosion.

Yes.

And now, you're blind.
No, I'm not.

You're not?

What does the machine say?

I spent 1 2 months
down on the Farm,

I did my SERE training
at Fort Bragg,

and I have four
mean-ass older brothers.

You don't think I know
how to lie well enough
to beat that thing?

Are you happy
with your current position
as field ops support?

Yes.

Have you requested more
field responsibilities?

Once or twice...
Yes or no?

Yes.

Are you frustrated
with your superior's
decision

to keep you
on the bench?

Well, yes, but I think
that's understandable.

Do you think you know
better than management?

No.

Good.

Now that we've
determined a baseline,
we can get started.

Fatma.

Boy, am I glad
to see you.

You're here.

What the hell?

What are you doing here?

I'm here to rendezvous
with you.
What do you think?

Get these handcuffs
off of me.

She was dead
when I got here.
I swear.

It just occurred to me.

In the airport,
before the flash-bangs
went off?

You put your sunglasses on.

Like you knew
what was coming.

Well, you... You're
completely paranoid,
aren't you?

Listen. Check the body
if you don't believe me.

All right? Rigor
has set in, all the way
through the torso.

She's been dead
for four hours,
at least.

Chesapeake Bay Letterpress.
How can I help you?

Offset litho
and proof desk, please.

Hello, Helvetica.
It's good
to have you back.

I'm sorry,
do I know you? I...
I need to speak

with my normal
service representative.

Officer Anderson's
currently unavailable.

I'm going to be
your acting liaison now.

My name is Braithwaite.
Eric Braithwaite.

Acting liaison?
I don't understand.

Hang up the phone, Annie.

You... You're not DPD?

I'm NCS. We're going to be
handling your extraction.

Changing liaisons
mid-mission?
With no handover?

I need your 20.

Hey. We can't rely
on normal channels.

We must assume
everything has
been compromised.

Helvetica, I want to
remind you to please
just follow protocol.

Just give me one
good reason to
trust you right now.

It doesn't matter
if you can
trust me or not.

The question is,
can you use me to
complete your mission?

That's all that's important.

And it's going to be really
difficult for you to leave
the country without this.

Listen, we retrieve
your package,

we make the exchange,
and then this is yours.

I found some fresh
clothes in the back.

Come on, Annie.

Use me.

Helvetica?

I'll call back
in when I can.

Don't make me
regret this.

Let's go.

Do you
believe in the concept
of a greater good?

Yes, I suppose.

And you believe yourself
qualified to be the arbiter
of that?

What are you getting at?

Let me rephrase.

Do you think that
there's a part of you

that wants to punish
the Agency for what
happened to you?

I don't believe this.

There is an operative
out there somewhere
in the cold,

alone and in danger.

And every second
I am spending here
twaddling with you

is a second I am
not helping her
to get back home.

So, let's cut
the psychobabble

and just ask me
the question
you want to know.

Did I corrupt
the Zurich exchange? No.

That's not what
I want to know.

It's not?

Are you the source
in the Liza Hearn leak?

What?

Are you Liza Hearn's
source?

No.

Are we done now?

Ah, the old, hidden
in plain sight gambit.

It works well until
the manager sees
something out of place.

And trust me,
retail managers,

they always notice
when things
are out of place.

No matter how small.
You want to
recruit a spy?

Forget about the Army
or your lvy League.

Just set up outside
a good Benetton...

It's not in
the luggage store.

Then, where?
The linen closet?
The ice machine?

You're not instilling me
with a lot of
confidence here.

I know what I'm doing.

A slow Sunday afternoon,
in a half-booked hotel?

Don't tell me.

Yeah.
It's under the bride.

What's this?

That's all we know
Zurich.

The operation
was compromised
on the lsraeli side.

They believe
one of their operatives
went rogue.

This guy, Daniel Klein.
You know him?

No.

I'm trying to negotiate
sanctuary for Walker,

but the Swiss
are in no mood to
do us any favors

since we forced
their hand
on bank secrecy.

You're reading me
in on this.

Excuse me, Mr. Campbell?

I was told to tell you
they need you back upstairs.

Dinner later? Maybe?
If I can?

Sure. Just let me know.

Unbelievable. You found
the one hotel in Zurich
without a working fire alarm?

They can't
sit there all night.

They have to get up
and dance sometime.

Oh, let's just topple
the table and make...

Hey. Hey.

You see that crew cut
leaning on the post?

Yeah.

Canton police sergeant.

Off-duty.
That's their regiment tie.

I don't know how long
we have before
someone makes us.

We should dance.
Don't you think?

To blend in.

In case anyone asks,
you're cousin Heidi's
son from Liechtenstein.

You're pretty good
at this, you know?

I used to dance
competitively as a boy.

Get out of here.

Why did you quit?

Well, it was all rigged.

You stop
kissing the ring,

the judges
go East German on you.

And you don't like to
kiss the ring, do you?

Is that why they sent you
on a mission they'd normally
have a rookie run?

Another lesson
I've learned, neshama?

Don't pretend
to know something
you have no clue about.

I was just curious.

I'm going to ask
her to dance.

Get ready to
grab the package.

Okay. Just, uh...
Try not to be yourself.

You didn't heed
my advice.

She's injured.

Oh. Looks like
a walking cast to me.

If she really wanted to,
she could have, uh...

Well, you can't account
for some women's taste.

Mmm.
I mean, look at the guy
she just married.

Can you imagine
a lifetime of that?

She's getting
frustrated with him.

Yeah?
Yeah.

Get ready to grab
the package.

Hello!

Oh!

Get in! Get in!
Where did you go?

I wasn't sure
you were coming back.

You want to know
why I was sent here?

It's because I missed
a ferry.

I was escorting
an asset off of Corfu.

A ferry to Athens,
then a flight to Tel Aviv.
Sounds easy, right?

Except the guy's
in the middle of this

custody thing
with his wife.

Didn't get a chance
to say goodbye
to his little girl.

And where we're going,
he might never
get that chance.

That's another thing
you learn
in our business.

Make every goodbye count.

Anyway, we, uh...
We missed the ferry.

We caught the one
the next day.

They benched you
for that?

I didn't
follow protocol.

That's what I get
for being
such a nice guy.

So, where to now?

We'll head to Bern.

I know another
safe house there.

Then, maybe a train
to France or ltaly.

The Riviera?

Spend some time on the beach.

Eyal!

Eyal!

You're going to have to
start pulling your weight
in this partnership.

You know, it's only fair.

Eyal, get up. Get up.

Stay where you are.
Don't move.

I'm going to need
you to find us a quick
way out of here.

You've had that
this whole time,

and you're just
using it now?

Wouldn't have done
any good earlier.

It was the first time
I had a clear advantage.

Langley doesn't
issue you these?

No, they don't.

I guess that makes you
the only Americans
who don't carry guns.

I take it you are
Walker and Lavine?

We've just received
word from lnterpol.

Seems you two
have some planes
to catch.

Auggie. Good news.

You passed your polygraph.
You'll be back on your desk
tomorrow morning.

Imagine that.
See you tomorrow.

So, when did you
make them for Mossad?

Oh, it was the way
they entered
the safe house.

The team's always four.
Always. One for transport,

one to locate the target,
and two for the execution.

I think you owe
Langley an apology.

Yeah, I know.

Plus, I'm horribly
embarrassed by their
inability to take us out.

I mean,
it's a national disgrace,

the fact that you and l
are still walking.
Especially you.

So, hold on.
You let me believe
it was Langley,

even after you
knew it wasn't?

Like I said, anything
to complete the mission.

Just cogs
in the wheel, right?

Your attention, please.
Flight 143 to Washington...

So, don't you think
we should
finally do this?

Wait. How do we know
which is which?

Powerpuff Girl?

My niece gave it
to me for luck.

Never put it this much
to the test before.

Maybe the Riviera
next time.

I don't know.
The beaches in lsrael
are much better.

Really?

Didn't you hear, neshama?
Everything's better
in lsrael.

Are you awake?

Now, I am.

Can I ask you something?

When you read me in earlier,
on the Zurich situation,

did you do that
as my boss
or as my husband?

Honestly, I don't know.

Is there a right answer
to that question?

I don't know, either.

Welcome home, Annie.

I was going to pick you up
from the airport myself

if I still had
a driver's license.

Or a car.

Call me after
you've made the hand off.

Did you check any luggage,
Ms. Abramowitz?

No. Just the one
carry-on today.

Cab fare.
Just in case.

Nice work, Helvetica.