Covert Affairs (2010–2014): Season 3, Episode 8 - Glass Spider - full transcript

(ARTHUR READING)

LENA: Simon is a master spy.

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

I like you. Quite a bit more
than you might believe.

Where are you going?
Bahamas? Caymans?

Cuba.
Still interested?

So, he killed his handler.

And he did it to protect you.

He's in love with you.

The DCI has put me on the trilateral
commission looking into Jai's death.

People think I
murdered my own son?



I understand the mountain of pressure
you're under to make headway,

and I think I can help.

Absolutely not.

Chantilly Lofts, unit 317.

The location of
Jai's safe house.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

You okay?

Yeah. Sorry, I'm just
a little jet-lagged.

Can you tell me why we're here?

What, an evening
in suburban Fairfax

isn't your idea
of a dream date?

(SIGHS)

This is Jai's safe house.

You found Jai's safe house?



With a little help
from his dad.

You talked to Henry Wilcox?

I thought Arthur took you
off the Jai investigation.

He did, but I don't like
feeling like I failed,

so I kept investigating
off-book.

Does Arthur know
you talked to Henry?

He expressly told me not to.

Aren't you worried you're
gonna get caught? Always.

Three-seventeen.

This is it.

I take it from your stunned silence
that we're in the right place.

(ENGINE REVVING)

Jai must have been running some
kind of long term investigation.

Whatever it was,

he felt like he needed to
keep the evidence off-site.

This must be what
he wanted to show me

the day he was killed.

This must be
what got him killed.

Did you find something?

Annie.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

Start talking.

We thought you'd want to
see this for yourself.

Good morning.

There's nothing good about
being dragged out of bed

at 3:30 in the morning.

So on a scale of one to ten,

how big a deal is this?

Knowing Jai,

twelve.

Anybody else know about this?

No, sir. Just us.

Don't forget
about Henry Wilcox.

Uh, I, was about
to get into that.

Did you actually think
I wouldn't find out?

A bit of advice, Auggie,
next time a superior

gives you a direct
order, follow it.

Auggie will be
riding back with me.

It'll give us a chance to chat.

AUGGIE: Can I drive?

ARTHUR: Pack all this up and
bring it back to Langley.

ARTHUR: Annie!

I'm on it.
My office,

three hours.

No calls, no emails, no sleep.

Not until we get
to the bottom of this.

Auggie, you've been privy
to Jai's OSP files.

Does anything about his
missions stick out to you?

Yeah, six out of 50 operations
have been compromised.

Exactly. Jai believed his
missions were blown due to leaks.

At the diner, before Jai died,

he claimed there was a
connection back to Langley.

Hence the files
outside of Langley.

Jai was tracking a man by
the name of Simon Fischer.

Venture capitalist, land
developer, Russian spy.

Fischer's one of the best.

About an hour ago, we
intercepted a Russian cable.

Fischer's here in D.C.

JOAN: Why? The
question is why now?

FSB must have a greater
play in the area.

We've got to proceed
under the assumption

that he killed Jai.

Finding Fischer's not
the top priority.

It's our only priority.

I can get to Simon Fischer.

How?

I've been developing him
as an asset for months.

During that time,
I've gained access

not only to his
operational strategy,

but I've also gained his trust.

And we're just hearing
about this now?

Is there anything else
you forgot to mention?

The relationship's
become intimate.

How intimate?

I think he's in love with me.

How can you be certain his
feelings for you are genuine?

He killed his handler for me.

I'm pretty sure I know the
answer to this question,

but under whose directive did
this operation come about?

LENA: All true. I oversaw all covert
operations related to Simon Fischer.

Annie's mission was
under my direct purview.

Annie hasn't worked under
your purview for a month.

Also true.
I instructed Annie

to maintain her
relationship with Simon

even after she
returned to the DPD.

Annie, maybe you'd
like to explain to me

why you thought
it was a good idea...

Don't blame Annie
for any of this.

She was only following
orders. My orders.

Which you stove piped from
the rest of the building.

That's the culture.
You know that.

The intelligence gathered
was constant and reliable.

The fact that I'm standing here
at 7-shitty in the morning

means it was clearly relevant.

I'd also like to add
that Annie's tradecraft

was nothing short
of remarkable.

You're very lucky to have
such a talented operative

back in your department.

I want to see
a detailed timeline

of the entire Fischer mission
on my desk by end of day.

I'd better get to work.

You can contact Simon Fischer?

Okay, Annie, give him a call.

Set up a meet.
Something intimate.

Auggie, put together
a skeleton team.

We need to
grab Fischer quietly.

I'd like to propose
an alternative strategy, sir.

Okay.

I've linked Simon to a
cellular jamming array

currently under
construction in Cuba.

The tech is designed to disrupt
communication within the United States.

Oh, you're making
my case for me.

A cooperative asset always
provides more reliable intel.

Simon is a man of integrity.

If you want him to cooperate, we
need to treat him with respect.

Let me approach Simon.

I can bring him in willingly.

Auggie, you, Annie,
and one tech support.

Okay, Annie.

Bring Fischer in.

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

(RINGING TONE)

AUTOMATED VOICE: Please leave your message
after the tone. Press any key to end.

Third time's the charm.

(AUTO DIALING)

(RINGING TONE)

SIMON: Annie.

Hi, Simon. I was just
thinking about you.

I know you're in D.C.

Dinner?

I was thinking, like, now.

How about Montrose Park?

One hour?

Noon.

The Metro Center Mall.

I read about it in one
of the guide books.

Simon, I want...
(LINE DISCONNECTS)

Metro Center Mall.

Pretty hot.
What do you think?

Proceed as directed.

Proceed with caution.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

Joan.

Lena.

Making progress
on the timeline?

I still have a few more
files to power through.

Annie's very thorough
in her reports.

You trained her well.

Thank you.

Look, I know you're upset, but
you should go easy on her.

She was just doing her job.

I'm not upset with Annie.

Well, you can't be mad
about the results.

It's how you got them.
That's the problem.

Your problem. And now that
Annie's back in the DPD,

they're my problem too.

You're just mad that the win
wasn't under your watch.

As long as I've known
you, you've always needed

to be in control, Joan.

Well, I guess people
just don't change.

Look at you. No net.
No regard for the fallout.

And there will be
fallout this time.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

Let's not make this more
complicated than it needs to be.

Annie was transferred
into my division.

I saw potential.
She showed initiative.

When the opportunity presented
itself, she delivered.

All she needed was
someone to trust her.

Arthur.
Don't worry.

I'll deal with Lena
accordingly, and Annie.

That's not my concern
at the moment.

A three-person team?

If Simon Fischer is such a threat,
why aren't we casting a wider net?

I think we've gotta
respect Jai's approach.

Reckless ambition?
Secrecy.

He kept all this information
outside of Langley for a reason...

Because he didn't
know who to trust.

And the only one we
couldn't trust was Jai.

Ever consider he might have
been in league with Fischer?

Jai Wilcox sent his
own father to prison

for leaking agency intel.

Oh, he may have been an ass,

but he wasn't a traitor.

Let's not forget
to mention paranoid.

The guy blew up in a car bomb.

Seems to me his
paranoia was justified.

Excuse me.

Where are you going?

To try and close the circle.

(DOOR LOCK BUZZES)

This better not count
as a conjugal visit.

Your dance card full, Henry?

Sit down.

Rough morning, Arthur?

Two minutes.

You didn't need
to thank me in person.

A handwritten note
would have sufficed.

What else you holding back?
(CHUCKLES)

You find this amusing?

Hysterical. For
Christ's sake, Henry.

This is your own son's
murder investigation.

Don't pretend
this is about justice.

You're trying
to clean up your mess.

What do you want?
You got it backwards.

I don't want anything.

(WHISPERS) Tip the guards a few
bucks on your way out, Arthur.

Actually, I do want something.

I want to watch you squirm...

When it all comes down on you.

Signal status?
Coming in on a beam.

Thirty seconds or less.

Designed this
little guy myself.

Twice the range,
half the weight.

Oh, now, you see?

Most girls wouldn't trust a
blind guy with a safety pin.

I was told these missions
might get dangerous.

Don't worry, Annie. We've got
ears on you the entire time.

Only audio. That's why Fischer
picked this location.

Three levels, hundreds
of access points.

Even if we had
a 15 member team,

there'd be no way
to secure the perimeter.

In other words, I'm
on my own out there.

Those words exactly.
Now listen to me.

You don't get eyes on him
in the first 15 minutes,

you pull the plug.

(COMPUTER BEEPS)
We are good to go.

Barber's gonna relay
the audio feed

back to the DPD.

Hey-oh.

Don't ever do that again.

Okay.

Barber, could you

give us a moment alone, please?

No, sit down.
Eat your chips.

I promised myself
a long time ago

never to have a heart-to-heart
in the back of a gray van.

Allen's Tavern
when this is all done?

I'd like that.

Seems like we both have
a few stories to tell.

11:58. That's two
minutes till game time.

Hey, Annie.
Yeah?

Bring me back a Cinnabon.

(CAROUSEL MUSIC PLAYING)

(CAROUSEL MUSIC
OVER SPEAKERS)

(CAROUSEL MUSIC PLAYING
OVER HEADPHONES)

I've missed you.

What are you
doing in D. C?

SIMON: I met a girl.

Blonde hair.

About your height.

Gorgeous hazel eyes.

It's not safe here.
I'm not safe anywhere.

My employer is willing
to offer you a deal.

Where are you going?

I was hoping
to find a shoe store.

For what?
For your feet.

It's about time you had
a decent pair to wear.

This is not the time
to be charming.

I'm always charming.

I need you to come in with me.

I liked it better when
you worked at a museum.

ANNIE: When did you know?

SIMON: About the time
you crashed into my car.

You hit me.

Now we're arguing
about little details.

These aren't little details.

This is life.

Our life.

I can tell when you're pushing,

trying to open me up.
You're good at it.

You can ask me anything.

Okay, but I need to know.

Did you kill Jai Wilcox?

No.

Then who in the FSB did?

Well, you'll have to
ask them yourself.

We're not currently
on speaking terms.

It seems our weekend getaway
ruffled a few feathers.

Stop pretending
like everything is okay.

You're a man without a country.

You're out in the cold.

I need you to come in
to Langley with me.

In exchange for what?

I may be in the cold, but I'm
not ready to go to hell.

We can offer you safety.

A new life.

What exactly would I live for?

You'll live.

We can protect you, like your
parents' old steamer trunk.

And we won't have
to say goodbye anymore.

Will you come in with me?

Oh, she's almost got him.

Please come in with me.

Can I trust you?

Always.

ANNIE: It's just you
and me here.

Consider it a sign
of good faith.

Simon!

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Shots fired.

Shots fired. Go!
Go help Annie!

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

ANNIE: Come on.

SECURITY GUARD:
Stop right there!

(GRUNTS)

Exit, there.

(SIMON GRUNTS)

You okay?
Yeah.

I'm fine.

We don't have a lot of time.

Annie, listen.

(CRACKLING)

Come on!

This may have started
out as a mission,

but it turned into
something more.

I don't want to lose you.

And if you come in...

We could still be together.

That's what I wanted
to tell you.

That's what I had to say.

If you want to say anything...

Now's the time.

Goodbye, Annie.

I'm sorry for everything.

I'm not.

(SIREN WAILING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

ANNOUNCER: (ON TV)
If you're just joining us,

breaking news
in the D.C. Metro Area,

where a shooting has taken
place at Metro Center Mall.

The shooting sent the mall
into panic earlier today.

No shoppers were injured
during the attack,

but there have been reports...

Hey.

They were out of Cinnabons.

I assumed you got
tired of shopping,

called it a half-day,
and went home.

What the hell
happened out there?

Did Arthur order the hit? No.

The shooter wasn't
Agency sanctioned.

Then who?

AUGGIE: You heard Fischer.

The Russians want him
off the game board.

Arthur's asking to see
you two at the screens.

No, we've got nothing from
any of these cameras.

Simon Fischer managed to avoid
the cameras outside the mall.

Our only hope is that he
hasn't yet left the country.

Finding the shooter is our
best bet to tracking him down.

Barber, pull up the second
floor security feeds.

Reverse angle.

Any idea where
Fischer is headed?

No, I have no idea.

Well, a guy like Fischer has
an escape plan in place.

Have you encountered any of his
FSB contacts here in D. C?

Walker?

(VOICE ECHOING) Come with me.

(INDISTINCT ECHOES)

(ECHOES CONTINUE)

The shooter from the mall...

He was there
when Jai was killed.

Annie, you don't
have to do this.

Yes, I do.
No, you really don't.

A TAC team's on their
way to the motel now.

And they've been instructed
to wait until I get there.

Tactical teams are trained to
handle situations like this.

Let them handle it.

This shooter is one of
the only leads we have.

We need him alive.
Annie,

you've been through
enough today.

I'm gonna see this
through to the end.

For Jai

and for myself.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

Can you get me a vest?

We intercepted an EMT
dispatch for a gunshot victim

on the second floor.

Bottle of Maker's says this
is the shooter from the mall.

Okay, guys, the nurses show up
in three minutes. Let's go.

Remember the DCS directive.

Target must be taken alive.

Just stay in the back,
out of harm's way.

AGENT 1: Zero-five.
Zero-five.

This level, halfway down.

AGENT 2: Copy that.

Hey!

Walker!

TEAM LEADER: Walker!

ANNIE: Freeze!

Stop!

We won't hurt you.
(GUN COCKING)

Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!

Drop the weapon!

No!
(GUNSHOT)

SIMON: You okay?
ANNIE: Yeah, I'm fine.

(CRACKLING)

SIMON: You okay?
ANNIE: Yeah, I'm fine.

(CRACKLING)

SIMON: You okay?
ANNIE: Yeah, I'm fine.

(CRACKLING) Dude, you hungry?

What?
They got pizza.

Pass.
On pizza?

That's weird.
What are you working on?

(CRACKLING)

Okay.

(CRACKLING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Joan...
Come in.

I'm sorry for keeping
you in the dark

about my involvement with Lena.

Annie, you were pulled in
five directions at once.

It's the hardest part of the job, and
you managed to make it all work out.

You're not mad? You
made a judgment call.

It paid off.

What we need to focus on now
is finding Simon Fischer

and proving he
hired Brewer. Okay?

How will I be disciplined?

My guess?

A new medal.

Nothing this place loves more
than handing out shiny objects.

For quality work
or to distract attention?

To boost morale.

So both.

It should help with your
chances of transferring

to a new division, which is
something I know you want.

What if I wanted to stay?

That decision's
out of my hands.

Ms. Walker. Hi.

You don't know me, but I just
want to say amazing job today.

Oh. Uh, thanks.

How about that beer?

No, thank you.

Something wrong?

I'm not sure.

You tell me.

SIMON: You okay?
ANNIE: Yeah, I'm fine.

(CRACKLING)

At first I wasn't sure what that
sound was, but then it hit me.

It's the heel of a shoe.

Your shoe.

Let me explain.
Please do.

What did you possibly have
to talk to Simon about

in private as you
were fleeing gunfire?

You have to trust me.
Always have.

Tell me the truth.

Did you let Simon Fischer go?

(SIGHS)

Do you love him, Annie?

Auggie... Do you love him?

(SIGHS)

Hey, Danielle.
It's me.

Can you call me back tonight
if you get a chance?

Send the girls my love.

I miss you.

ARTHUR: Leo Brewer.
You should recognize him.

He's an old
acquaintance of yours.

Explosives expert, assassin for hire...
I know who he is.

I made him.

Last I heard, Brewer was
rotting in a Colombian prison.

You're the one who sent
him on that mission

and then turned your back on
him after he was captured.

Is this really the best
you could dig up?

Leo Brewer?

It's like playing chess
with a third-grader.

Brewer's dead. May
he rest in peace.

Spit it out.

Brewer killed Jai.

Bullshit.

Analysts linked the purchase
of C-4 explosives by Brewer

to residue found
under Jai's wheel well.

(SIGHS)

I thought I should be
the one to tell you.

Who ordered the hit?

We think it was the Russians.

I'll tell you more when I can.

I'm sorry, Henry.

Hey.

You got a minute?

For Annie Walker?
Got all day.

Made quite a name
for yourself out there.

I'm proud of you.

I wouldn't pat me
on the back just yet.

All things considered,
today was an utter failure.

You got closer
than anyone ever has

to a top FSB operative.

That's not something
to be taken lightly.

(SIGHS) Simon got away.

Take a moment to recognize
what you've accomplished.

You uncovered a cellular
jamming array in Cuba.

Do you know how big
of a win this is?

I'm taking my report
to the DCS right now.

You've solidified yourself

as a top young operative
in the building.

This time tomorrow, the halls
will be saying your name.

They probably already are.

At what cost?

Hey.

I would've made the exact same
decisions put in your position, okay?

Go home.

Tomorrow there'll be a brand new
mission to throw yourself into.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

We need to talk.

It's about Annie.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Auggie. Change your
mind about that drink?

Where are you?

Auggie? You need to
come back to Langley.

It's been a long day. Do you think
this could wait till tomorrow?

No, it can't. OIG has a team
going through your desk.

Why? What's happening?
I'm not sure,

but you need to get back here
and get in front of this.

ANNIE: Get in front of what?

Uh, can I call you back?

What are you doing here?

I don't want
to lose you either.

(EXHALES)

What are you doing here, Simon?

(SIGHS)

I couldn't leave you.

You're ready to turn
yourself in to the Agency?

It's a tad late to walk in
waving the white flag,

don't you think?

There's a target on your back.

I mean, Langley can
provide asylum.

I didn't come for asylum.

I came for you.

We can go in together. Annie.

You can tell them
your side of the story.

What story, I...
(CHUCKLES)

I've never even seen
my contact's face.

You can trade them
for other intel.

Cuba and the listening array.

I've been a spy
virtually all my life.

Distrustful

ever since I was a boy.

And I'm tired of the lies.

It's just part of the game.

Exactly. It's a game.

One that we don't even play.

We just get moved
around like chess pieces.

There's more to it than that.

(SCOFFS)

I hate to burst your bubble,
but no, there isn't.

Come away with me.

Leave this all behind.

How?

We work for two of the top
spy agencies in the world.

They'd find us in weeks.

There's a small island
off the Maldives,

reachable only by fishing boat.

It's completely off the grid.

I've spent the last 10
years steadily cultivating

a false identity,
bank statements,

credit cards, driver's license.

It's rock-solid,

and it'll provide
cover for you as well.

Sounds like you really
have thought this through.

Our flight into Dubai
leaves in the morning.

Quick stop off to empty
a few bank accounts.

We can be in Mali
the day after tomorrow.

This is real.

If you want it to be.

It won't work. I've
left nothing to chance.

Everything's already in place.

No more dancing
around who we are.

No more lies.

We can be together.

How would we live?

Better than now,
living for other people.

We can live for each other.

I want to live for you.

Will you come with me?

Yes.

Auggie...

I'm coming in.

What's wrong?

We have to talk.

You certainly travel light.