Covert Affairs (2010–2014): Season 1, Episode 9 - Fool in the Rain - full transcript

An Iranian trade delegation member escapes his handlers and contacts the CIA.

Previously on
Covert Affairs...

Believe me. Whatever
you think you know,

it is not the whole truth.

Ben Mercer is a liar.

Leaving you was
the hardest thing
I ever had to do.

I was in love with you
and you skipped out
with a note.

It's bad enough
you put Annie in the field
to draw out Ben Mercer.

That's not it at all.

The Agency is using you
to get to me.

We have
a rogue operative out there.

We're not using Annie
as bait anymore.



Classified information
leaked to Liza Hearn
at the Washington Recorder.

Someone among us
is a traitor.

You're the leak.

Welcome
to the Royal Park Hotel.

Uh, excuse me, sir.
Excuse me.

Do you work at this hotel?

Hello?

Annie?

Annie.

I'm sorry.
I didn't hear you.

What are you working on
at this hour?

Oh. I was just, um...
I had some free time,

so I was looking through
the classifieds in some
of the European papers.

See if I can find
some workable patterns.



We have a room full
of computers dedicated
to finding workable patterns.

Yeah, but you never know.
They might have
missed something.

You know,

it can be pretty
overwhelming, your first
few months off the Farm.

Maybe you should
take a few days off.
Clear your head.

This is about
the dings I got,
isn't it?

Looking into Ben Mercer
and the access denieds.

But really, I'm over that,
Joan. All of it.

Want to talk
about the note?

What note?

The note that our tech
division spent six man-hours
analyzing this week.

Ben Mercer left me that
in Sri Lanka in lieu
of saying goodbye.

I can tell you a lot
about it.

The paper is
0.09 millimeters thick.

It's made of ground
wood pulp and manufactured
in Andhra Pradesh.

And handwriting tells me
that the strong T-bars
and horizontal pressure

indicate perseverance,
even stubbornness.

The only thing I can't
tell you about that note

is what the hell it means.

Sometimes, we have to
accept that and move on.

You're probably right.

A few days off is
probably a good idea.

Tell me you're
not doing anything
for the next few days.

What?
I'm on the edge
of losing it here, Annie,

and I need some
undivided loyalty.

Danielle, come on.
Open the door.

What is going on?

Someone decided to cancel
our tenth wedding anniversary
at the last second.

I'm not
canceling our anniversary.

I'm just postponing
our trip.

So you can play golf.
So he can play golf.

- In Hilton Head.
- With my new boss.

I told you already.
We can reschedule
for next month.

Well, next month,
the kids won't be
at their grandparents',

and next month won't be
our anniversary.

I know.
And if I could get out of it,
I would, baby. I swear.

Oh, hey, Annie.

Oh. Hey, Michael.

You're an idiot.

This is all your fault,
you know.
What? Excuse me?

You were
my maid of honor.

You should have talked me
out of marrying him
in the first place.

Now, I have to eat
the deposit on the hotel.

I'm sure you can call
and explain the situation
and get them to reschedule.

And let him win? No way.

You have to come with me.

No.

Yes. Yes, you do.
This is what sisters
do for each other.

You don't have to work,
do you?

Well...
So, you'll come?

Hey!

Hey.

Where you headed?
I have, uh, $63.

How close
can this get me to America?

Just get in.

Remember the road trips
we'd take with Mom and Dad
in that old pop-top camper?

How we used
to sleep up on the roof?

Please tell me
we are not camping.

Of course not.

We have
the honeymoon suite.

Niagara Falls, baby.

You're staring at me.

I know.

I can't help it.

It's not fair.
I can't reciprocate.

Trust me. You do
just fine in the
reciprocating department.

You do fine in most
every department.

You're, like,
almost perfect.

Almost?

You know. There's
a few holes in your resume.

For starters, you could
stand to drive a nicer car.

I don't have a car.

And then, of course,
there's your job.

And here we go.

I'm just trying
to reconcile the man
I know you are

with the company
you choose to work for.

I'm a techno geek.
I get to play with the
coolest toys in the sandbox,

and I get paid for it.

It's simple as that.

Yeah?
Yeah.

I'd say it gets
pretty complicated.

For instance...
Liza?

There's a shipping consultant
called the Albion Group.

They're based in London.

I thought we had a deal.

You don't pump me
for information,

and I don't ask you
where you get
your stories from.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

I'm a reporter.
Mmm-hmm.

I'm pushy
and inconsiderate.

And I don't
respect boundaries.

Arthur? Do you have
any reaction to
what Joan just said?

About establishing
clear boundaries?

Yes.
No.

I have nothing
to add to that.

Except to say I am not
the one pausing Leno
every five minutes

to harp over things
we should be leaving
at the office.

Harp? Did you say "harp"?

On things? What things?
What are you talking about?

Remember what we discussed
last time, Arthur,
about specificity.

Oh, you want specifics?
How about you,
at 1:00 in the morning,

going on and on
about reeling Walker in?

Arthur.

I wanted to sleep.

Or maybe, you know,
not sleep.

I really don't think
we should be talking
about this right now.

No. This is good.

Dialoging is critical.
And he's right.

You can't cut me off
just because you don't
like what I have to say.

Arthur.

Uh, forgive me, Theo.
What's your clearance
level again?

She's confused.
She's exhausted.

We're risking losing
her altogether.

She'll get over it.
The good ones always do.

That's how we find out
they're the good ones.

Well, I gave her
a couple of days off.

My operative, my call.

Yes, well, sometimes,
fate intervenes.

What are you talking about?

Last night,
an lranian national defected
from his trade delegation.

He called in this morning
from the border.

What about NROC?
PL 110s fall under
their jurisdiction.

We'll bring in Resettlement
Ops if and when we decide
to resettle the guy.

For now,
I need him vetted.

Within the hour.

I can't get anybody
up there that fast.

Except for Annie.

My department, my call.

You wanted clearer
boundaries? There you go.

You're on the
couch tonight, mister.

You should seriously consider
a new line of work.

So...
Was I right or was I right?

You were right.

It's spectacular.

I can't believe you
haven't seen them before.

Michael and I didn't have
a view like this last time.

We were over there,
on the US side,
in a dumpy little motel.

Maybe we'll find
a nice, single guy
for you up here.

Oh, yeah. Because
Niagara is where all the
well-adjusted single men

go to meet available
women.

How about the bellhop?
He was kind of cute.

You can't hold on to
Sri Lanka forever, Annie.

Someday, you're going
to realize that.

I am going to hop
in the shower.

Order us up some
spa treatments while
I'm in there, would you?

My Farsi is
barely passable, Auggie.

Hey. You don't need to look
for an excuse to beg out
on this one, slugger.

Joan's giving you
plenty of leeway.

If you don't want to do it,
she'll go to plan B.

I'll do it.
Coffee shop down the block
from the hotel.

Give me ten minutes.
Set the meet.

Hey.

If you're going to jump in,
I highly recommend
the pulsate setting.

It's like a teeny-tiny
Thai masseuse

climbed up into
the pipes and...

Where are you going?

I feel a little crispy
after that drive.

I think I'm going
to take a run.

Right now?
I thought we could catch
the noon Maid of the Mist.

Later. Promise.

You're going running
like that?

Oh. No.
Of course not.

Hello.
Hello. Lady.

Am I looking for you?

The napkin said that...
I know.

Please get in the car.

You can call me Yahya.
Or Johnny, if you like.

And we can speak
in English now.

Okay, Yahya.

Um, before we start,
I need to see your passport.

Oh.
I don't have it.

I had to leave it
with the head
of the delegation.

That's what we do
when we travel

so people like me,
we don't run.

Okay. Well, do you
have anything else
to verify your...

You know, I'm sorry.

You know, my batteries,
they ran out on my iPod.

I love American music.
That's good.
But l...

For shizzle!

Mmm. Mmm.

You seem kind of wired.
Did you get any sleep
last night?

Huh? No. None.
None, whatsoever.

Too many cups of espresso.

I'm just so jazzed!

Man, I can't believe
I'm coming to America.

And with a real,
live ClA spy.

I'm hardly a spy.
I was just sent up here
to help you.

But I called the ClA.
I know. But I need
to verify your identity.

You understand why,
don't you?
Oh. Of course.

Yes. Here.

Uh... Oh.

I use this, huh,
to get my DVDs.

I like spy movies
the best.

You know, like Jack Ryan,
Jason Bourne...

That's how I know
to call the ClA.

You guys are the best.

I square with you,
you square with me.

Right? Huh?

Yeah.

Are those your children?

Are they in Tehran?

Do we need to arrange
for their removal?

I don't want
to talk about my family
right now.

Okay.

I want to defect
to the USA.

I want a new identity,
and a house

in West Orange,
New Jersey.

You know, they say
it's quite beautiful there.

You understand
I'm just here
to determine

the value of
the information
you can provide.

I can't make you
any promises unless

it's determined
that you possess
something of use to us.

Look. What do you
think this is?

Hmm? Hmm?

He claims there's evidence
here of lran buying
military technology

in violation of UN sanctions.

Annie, do you have
access to a scanner?

Auggie, I'm on vacation.
I don't have access
to a toaster oven.

You call that a vacation?

Okay. Annie, we're
going to need you to

fax all that back to us
on a secure line.

And we'll have a team
sift through it.

What do we know
about this guy?

There's not much
to know about this guy.

He went to school
for engineering.

He finished in the middle
of his class.

And then, he applied
for some post-graduate
studies here in '96.

Did he get turned down
for a visa?

No, he got turned down
for the studies.

He's not exactly
a high-priority target.

Does it say anything
about his family?

No, I don't see anything.

Can I bring him
across the border?

No. Not until
we vet the intel.

And Yahya.

It's not like
I can baby-sit him.

Let's not forget
who I'm up here with.
You're in my car!

Oh, no.

What is it?

What are you doing
in my car?

You!

I'm going to have
to call you back.

Put the fruit roll-up down.

You have five seconds
to get the hell
out of my car,

or I'm calling the police.

Five, four,

three...
Danielle. Hold on.
Hold on a second.

Oh, thank gosh you came.
I found this guy trying
to steal my car.

What are you, the valet?

Is this what you do
for kicks? Joyride around,
foraging for snacks?

What's a valet?

It's okay.
He's with me.

What?
It's okay.
You can come out.

His name is Yahya Rahimi.
He's an lranian dissident

who's helping
the Smithsonian
recover some art

that was looted
from the Embassy
when Tehran fell.

Yes. Lots of art.
Good art.

What are you doing
in Niagara Falls?

It's a complicated
visa situation.

Yeah. I was visiting
Toronto, and I always
wanted to see the Falls.

They're very romantic.

Yeah. They are, aren't they?
My sister doesn't think so.

I never said that.
No, you said
you were going running.

Well, I know. I got this
last-minute call from work
when you were in the shower,

and I know how you
feel about the hours
that I work and...

God, I'm so embarrassed.

Accusing your friend
of stealing my car?

No.
How could you
have known?

I want to make it up to you.
Let's go sightseeing.

Um... We have to fax some
documents back to D.C.

The both of you?

Well, Yahya was on
the red-eye last night,
so he needs to rest.

Oh. Bad idea, Yahya.
The way to lick jet-lag is
to power right through it.

Get right on
the new timetable.
Yeah, I don't know about...

We'll go sightseeing.
It will be fun.

Uh...

Well, it's either that,
or I'm going faxing with you.

Oh, okay.

Um...

If you mention any of this
to my sister...

No, no, no, no.
I understand.
We keep secret together.

You can trust me.

Okay.

Okay.

See you later.
Yeah, yeah. Yahya.

What kind of name is that?
Uh, it's Persian.
Actually, Arabic.

Okay.

His and hers.
What do you think?

Which is which?

I don't even know.
Try one. Take your pick.

I like these on you.

So, I'll take these.

You looked like
you really got into it
with that vendor.

No.
No, I think l, uh...
I think I offended him.

What do you say
we get out of the city?
Go to the beach.

I know this place. Um...

Unawatuna.

Wait.
Unawatuna?
I like the name.

It is like a dream.
It is beautiful
and secluded.

And I swear nobody
can find you there.

You looking to get lost?

Aren't you?

No. I mean, who goes
on a second honeymoon
without a husband, right?

It's insane, right?
But it's like...

I heard this little voice
inside of me saying,

"Don't be such
a pushover, Danielle.

"Don't be so reliable."

Because once they think
that you're always there
for them,

then they start
getting bored.

And pretty soon,
they stop wanting
to have sex.

And then, where are you at?
You're nowhere, right?

I am sure he respects
what you did.

You will see
when you get home.

You're a good listener,
Johnny.

That's a fine quality
in a man.

Are you married?
Oh, no.

I was arranged
to be married once,
when I was much younger.

Arranged?
I was 14 years old.

Her name was Roudabeh.
Roudabeh Baktiar.

Oh, I have a picture of her.

Want to see?
Yeah.

Is that you?

You were so cute.

Anyway. When the Shah fell,
her family moved to America.

You never thought
of marrying someone else?

I never loved
anybody else.

So tragic.

And romantic.

In a kind
of Shakespearean way.

Whatever happened
to Roudabeh?

We never spoke again.

And she married
someone else.

Do you know, last month,
I see on the Facebook
she was divorcing.

So, maybe,
if America allows me,
I will see her again.

Is that Rahimi's intel?

The group he's associated
with is smuggling in banned
substances, all right.

But not arms.
They're bringing in
cigarettes and alcohol?

Into lran?

Naughty boys.
The clerics won't
like that.

Seems like we're dealing
with a bunch of bootleggers.

Fine men who place
mammon over Mohammed.

Hard to find
any more desirable assets
to cultivate.

That's the name of the game
in the Middle East these days.

- Yeah!
- Yes!

Yeah!
Okay, ready?

Hey.

Oh, my God.
You're missing all the fun.
Yahya is amazing.

Yes. And it's
my first time.

That's great.

I'm just going
to take this.

Yeah.

Are you able to talk?

Uh, I'm good
for a few minutes.

How's Yahya's intel,
and when can we
hand him over to NROC?

We're not handing
him off to Resettlement.
Not yet, anyway.

We're talking about
sending him back to lran.

We think he might be
of greater value there.

Uh... That's ridiculous.

Pardon me?
He's not up for it.

I can tell. He's in over
his head already just playing
Skee-Ball with my sister.

He's playing Skee-Ball
with your sister?

Before we go down
this line of questioning,

I want us both to
acknowledge that I did not
volunteer for this op.

I say that we honor our deal
with Yahya and bring him
into the country.

What deal?
You weren't authorized
to make any promises.

No, I didn't
make any promises, but
the implication was there.

He's a potential asset,
Annie, not a kitten
you found on the corner.

He'll be fine.

Now, make this happen.

I can't go back there.

Try not to think
in absolutes.

I ran away
from the delegation.

How am I going to
explain what happened?

We have a plan for that.

You went running that night
without an lD.

You suddenly had
a pain in your chest,
you collapsed,

and you were taken
to the hospital.

Until you revived,
no one knew who you were.

The ClA can make
that story happen.

They do it all the time.
No. You said
if I had good intel,

I'd be taken care of.

You had to know that
when you signed up
with the Agency,

things would not go
exactly as you expected.
Signed up?

I mean contacted.

Do you know what will
happen to me if I'm sent
back, don't you?

To the mullahs?

All right, they will
take me and they will...

Things don't work there
the same way they do here.

Yahya, I can't...
You know what?

I will figure out
a way to make it
into America myself.

Oh. No, no...

I have checked
every hotel, motel,
and Tim Horton's in Niagara.

There's no sign
of him anywhere.
That's all right.

We're sending up
some personnel
from the lranian desk,

something that we should
have done earlier.

When they arrive, you
can bring them up to speed.

Annie, you did
what you could under
challenging circumstances.

Now, go enjoy your vacation.
Thank you, Joan.

I had a fascinating
picture brought to
my attention today.

The chair is right
in front of you.

Want to guess
who's in it?

Want a hint? You are.

And you're not alone.

This doesn't look good,
does it?

No, Mr. Anderson,
it does not.

I'm not the leak.

You're not?

I've been working Liza
as an op.
Really?

I'm Director of
Clandestine Services.

It's my job to know
of every covert op
that's run from this place.

I haven't heard a thing
about your op.

I realize I should have
notified Joan,

but I've been waiting until
I had some actionable intel.

So, not only have you been
running around unauthorized,

but you haven't gotten
anything at all out of Liza
other than a good time.

Sir.

Despite how this may
appear, I do respect
chain-of-command.

And Joan is
my immediate superior...
Sorry, soldier boy.

You lost your chance to play
that chain-of-command card

when you decided
to go rogue.

Start talking.

Whoever her leak is,
she's been well-trained
in how to cover her tracks.

No phone calls.
No e-mails.

But this morning, she
asked me if I knew anything
about the Albion Group.

Well, what did you say?

I told her the truth.

That I don't know anything,
and that if I did, I wouldn't
leak her any information.

I'm trying
to gain her trust.

If I were to roll over
and play fetch the first time
she broached the subject,

it would look suspicious.

Well, at least you did
one thing right.

We can work with that.

You're going to
tell her a story

that only 17 people
in the world know is a lie.

If she follows your lead,

it will be months
before she discovers
she's at a dead end.

If she comes back to you
right away crying foul...

Then, one of those
17 people is the leak.

When are you going
to see her again?

I can make this happen
immediately. But what do
you want me to tell Joan?

Nothing. If necessary, lie.
I don't know.

If this Albion business
blows up, it's going to take
out anybody standing close.

Joan is your boss.

She's my wife.
I want her out of range.

Where is Yahya?

I think he's in his room.

Oh. Did Yahya tell you
about his big date?

His big date?

With his first girlfriend,
Rudy, from lran?

No. He didn't say
anything about that.

She lives in North Jersey now.
And he was too nervous to call
her, so I took it upon myself.

You called
his old girlfriend?

Yeah. She's on her way
up here right now
for the big reunion

in one hour,
on the observation deck.

Just like
Sleepless In Seattle.

You shouldn't have
done that, Dani.

Why not? Someone needs to
be experiencing
some romance around here,

and it's certainly not
either of us.

Be right back.

Her name is Roudabeh.
Roudabeh Rahnama.

She might go by Rudy now.
Her maiden name is Baktiar.

She can't be that hard
to find. My sister did it in,
like, two seconds.

Okay, got it.

Hey, Annie, are you sure
this guy isn't playing you?

About what?
About everything.

Who he is,
what he wants.

Can we definitively
rule out him being a plant?

Jai. If this guy
is a plant,

the world has been seriously
underestimating lran's
sense of humor.

Jai?

Is that Annie?
Yeah.

You're on your way
to find Yahya, I presume.

Yeah, yeah.
I'm out the door.

Patch me in with Toronto.
I want an update
every five minutes

on the movements
of that trade delegation.

Where's Auggie?
Uh, I think he was
called to the DCS.

The DCS?

I can sit in for him,
if you like.

Auggie, what's
this all about?

We've never had to meet
like this before.

That's because I've
never done anything
like this before. Sit down.

You said you wanted
to know about some of the
dark stuff that we do, right?

Uh-huh.

Well, here goes. In 2007,
right after the tsunami,

a ship left Marseilles
for Thailand.

The ship was purportedly
carrying humanitarian aid,

but there was more
than that in the cargo.

What are we talking
about here?

Arms? Drugs?

The man you want to contact
is named Joachim Kuyper.
K-U-Y-P-E-R.

I don't have a number,
but he's posted now
in Maputo, Mozambique.

He's the guy who
arranged all the transport.

Hold on, Auggie.
What exactly am l...

Why I am looking
for Kuyper?

Because he's in
the Albion Group.

He's ClA.

Why the sudden change
of heart?

Is that really
that important?

Before I set off
halfway around the world
chasing down a lead?

Yes, Auggie,
it's important.

Look. Maybe it has
something to do with what
you said to me this morning.

It's been a long time since
I really looked myself
in the mirror, so to speak.

And maybe I just needed
a friend outside the Agency
to finally call me on it.

I'm a friend?

Yeah.

At least, I hope so.

Oh, my...
I didn't see that coming.

Me, neither.

Feels good, though,
doesn't it?

Yeah, it feels good.

You know
what tomorrow is?

Monday.

Tuesday.

I'm supposed to
fly home tomorrow.

I don't know what
you're thinking about this.

About us.

But I don't...

I could...
I could change my ticket.

I don't have anywhere
I have to be.
Yes. Change it.

Change it now.

I don't want you
to leave.

Wow.

That is exactly
what I wanted you to say.

I have the number
for the airport in my bag.

I'll find a phone as soon
as it stops raining.

How do you feel about
heading to Rapa Nui next?

Annie...

I've got to go get
my sandals off the beach.

Before they wash up in Bali.

Yeah.
Hey.
Did you find him yet?

Uh... Hold on a sec.

Ha. I found him.

Yahya.

Roudabeh?
Hello, Yahya.

Listen. We just spoke
to Roudabeh, and she's
still in New Jersey.

That's impossible.
I'm looking right at her.

No, you are not.

She told your sister
that she'd fly up
to meet with him.

But as soon as she'd
hung up, she realized
she couldn't do it.

Well, then,
who is Yahya talking to?

No,
I don't want to go back.

I don't want to go back!

What's he doing now?

I don't know what he's doing.
He's talking to two people.
One man, one woman

who I guess we know
is not Roudabeh.

Something is definitely
not right down there.

All right, Annie.
We're already on the horn
with the Canadian authorities.

Just stand down
and stay the hell out of it.

Is that understood?

Answer the question, Annie.
Have I made myself understood?

Uh, yeah. Okay.

Where are
you taking me?

I was just pretending
to be a spy so I could
come to America.

You know me.
I hardly know anything.

No!

Annie,
help me! Annie!

Annie, help!

Yahya!

Annie! Help!

Here, reach out!

This is as stretched
as I can get.

Okay. Hold on.
I will be right back.

No. No, don't leave me!

I will be right back.
Help! Annie, please!

Okay. Grab on. You're going
to have to climb up.

Reach out
and grab onto it.

No, I can't!
I can't hold on!

You can do it. Trust me.

Black cars. Windbreakers.
The kung fu moves.

It's hard to believe
you're really not ClA,
Annie.

That guy I was just
talking to, Joe McAfee?

He's with the NROC.

It's the National
Resettlement Operations
Center.

They're going to be taking
care of you from here on.

They may not be able
to get you a spot

in West Orange,
New Jersey, but...

Look. I can't believe
how stupid I've been.

You know,
wasting all these years,
holding on to a fantasy.

And then, to have her
betray me like this.

No. It wasn't Roudabeh
who called your people,
Yahya.

We searched her home.
Her phones were tapped.

Illegally.

I wouldn't write her off
completely.

Perhaps when you get
resettled, you could
contact her directly.

Mr. Rahimi?

Uh, we've got to
take you in
for processing now.

Oh, wait.

Might be a while
till you get to recharge.

Thank you.

Oh.

Oh. Say goodbye
to your sister for me.

My sister.

Danielle?

Danielle?
Oh. Uh, yeah.
Hey. How are you?

I'm fine.

What are you
doing in there?

Oh. I was just...
Just getting a robe.

Just this robe.

Okay.

Listen. I am finally
done with work today,

and I thought maybe
you might want to do
some sightseeing.

It's supposed to be
beautiful at night,
with the lights and...

Oh, yeah.
You know...
Yeah, I'd love to.

Except, I'm... You know,
I'm not feeling that well.

Oh.

Is somebody in there
with you?

Somebody?

It is not some bellhop,
is it?

I know that you are
mad at Michael,
but I don't think that...

Hey, Annie.

Hi, Michael.

I'm, uh...
I'll just...
Mmm-hmm.

He came up to surprise me,
the romantic little bastard.

In the closet?

Well, why should
our second honeymoon be
any different than our first?

Good for you.

I'm going to give you
some privacy.

No, maybe you want to
get a second room.
On us, of course.

No. No, no, no.
I will see you at home.

Oh, my God.

Looks like I missed
some big to-do.
Any idea what happened?

Mmm-mmm.

Joachim Kuyper? Maputo?

Liza?

They're ghosts, Auggie.
Dead ends.

You sending me on
a wild goose chase?

I don't know what
you're talking about.
There must be some mistake.

I'll give you credit.

I was really buying
your "conflicted man
with a conscience" routine.

It was almost perfect.

That something you want
to talk about?

Not yet. Okay?

Okay.

Just knocked down
all the 19s and the 20s.

I'm on fire.

What's the matter?

You look like you
just saw a ghost.