In from the Cold (2022) s01e01 Episode Script
What Is Burning?
1
[indistinct chatter.]
How good of you to come.
Hola! Nice to see you.
[in Spanish.]
How's the family? [in English.]
Thank you for coming.
Thank you.
Buenas noches! Nice to see you.
Good to see you.
[in Spanish.]
Man, boss, what a great party.
Jefe, no! - [grunts.]
- [man screaming.]
[guests screaming.]
[indistinct chatter.]
[in Spanish.]
Go back to your own country.
Don't ignore me.
Get out of here.
This is my country.
Go back to Africa.
[in Spanish.]
Take it easy, kid! Shut up, asshole.
What did you just say? Watch out.
[grunting.]
[indistinct chatter.]
[indistinct chatter.]
[baby babbling.]
[grunts.]
[people clamoring.]
[baby crying.]
[woman grunting.]
[baby continues crying.]
[grunting.]
[opening theme music playing.]
["Bad Girls" playing.]
Du du du du du-du-du du Du du du du du-du-du du Good girls working at the banks Bad girls blowing up the tanks Good girls pray [in English.]
Hey, Dad.
It's me.
Just calling to let you know that Mom and I landed safely.
Just on the way to the hotel now.
Call me when you get a minute.
Love you.
That was nice.
Mm-hmm.
Sure he'll appreciate that.
Yeah.
[sighs in relief.]
Spring in Madrid.
[gasps.]
Oh, my God, honey.
Look at this.
What's a good girl in a bad situation? A hood girl with a bad education? It look like, like a bad reputation Bad girls club and no You can't sit with me Well behaved women seldom make history It's not a mystery But if you really want to get to me Come on, baby.
We're here.
Mom, cut it with the baby stuff.
Okay? [grunts.]
It's just a term of endearment, Becca.
Well, it's beyond embarrassing.
So are you right now.
Fine.
[man.]
Let's go.
Don't forget your things.
Rebecca Mary Leah Franklin, we're here.
Get the hell out of the car now.
- Better? - You're a monster.
[man.]
Okay.
Make sure.
You got your IDs? [girls giggling.]
Don't laugh at me.
It's not funny.
It's fine.
You know your mom is overprotective.
- This is just a phase, right? - [laughing.]
It better be.
I'm about ready to strangle one of these moody little bitches.
Check this.
It's us.
Figure skating team.
- Did you sleep at all on the plane? - I tried.
- Those children will not stop talking.
- Little voices in my ear.
- [man speaking in Spanish.]
- Um Uh - [Ladonna.]
Español - Tu es Un poquito español, poquito.
[Jenny.]
Here we are.
- Whoa.
- Wow.
[Becca.]
We've got two rooms? [Jenny.]
I had my points and they told me they upgraded.
How about that, huh? [door opens.]
[sighs.]
[door opens.]
I'm sorry about earlier.
I'm tired and shouldn't have been so short.
I'm about to get my period, so I'm not exactly sunshine and rainbows either.
That all? I think I'm just still getting used to the idea that you're here.
[chuckles.]
I thought you were cool with me covering for Claire's mom.
I am.
I mean, it's just different than I imagined.
That's all.
You want some Motrin? I'm gonna hit the bathroom first.
[cell phone chimes.]
Feel better.
[sniffling.]
[Becca.]
Shit! Becca, what's wrong? I forgot freaking tampons.
You bring any? No.
Between putting the dog in the kennel, and the gardener and everything else, it seems I forgot a whole bunch of stuff.
But I saw a store just around the corner.
I'll be right back.
[elevator dings.]
[exclaims.]
No! Someone help me.
Please.
What is happening? Someone, please help.
Please.
Someone help me.
[man.]
The key has turned.
Where am I? Where's my daughter? What is going on here? Who the fuck are you people? I'm an American.
You can't take me off the street.
Technically, you shouldn't be able to take anyone off the street.
Regardless of their nationality.
Here we are.
Come sit.
Who the hell are you? The, uh, black suits and Tom Cruise sunglasses sort of give it away, don't you think? You're the CIA? Sorry about the doodling.
It, um, helps me focus.
[groans.]
Been doing it since I was a kid.
It used to get me in trouble, but it is now proven to help with cognitive thinking.
What the hell does the CIA want with me? The city in the '90s, New York City, was quite the spot.
Tons of artists, musicians, dignitaries, and a whole bevy of foreign assets.
There was one asset in particular.
Female, young, and she was truly special.
An artist in her trade.
Five confirmed kills.
All powerful people - with even more powerful enemies.
- [gasps.]
They called her "The Whisper.
" Because she was never fully seen or heard or even photographed.
And it was always somebody else left holding the bag.
We were able to collect these bits and pieces of her through various sources, but before we could put it all together, the bottom fell out of Russia's economy.
Its intelligence services nearly collapsed and like that, The Whisper was gone.
[sighs.]
Some said she joined the Mossad.
Others, a revolution in Bolivia.
But you wanna know what I think happened? Once Russia wasn't watching anymore, The Whisper Well, she saw a chance to have her freedom.
So she got a new identity, fell in love, got married and had a kid.
And she stopped worrying that she'd ever be found.
Isn't that right? Anya Petrova, aka The Whisper.
It's 12 euros for that.
That size? I mean, not Look.
My mom's gonna see this bill, so you need to work out a way so it doesn't show up.
- Well, I'm not paying for it.
- [door opens.]
[indistinct chatter.]
Jesus, B.
You scared us.
Sorry.
I didn't realize everyone else would be here too.
Well, why wouldn't we be here? We're all sharing a room.
[pop music playing on speakers.]
[girl.]
So what's up, Becca? Um, by any chance, you got any tampons? Uh Yeah, I think so.
Good.
Because I forgot mine and then my mom went to get me some and now she's apparently lost and not answering her phone.
If I don't answer my phone, I'm dead.
- [girls laughing.]
- Is she still talking? What are you waiting for? Just take them and we'll fill them back up with water.
But it has sensors on it.
So as soon as you lift a bottle it charges the room.
Oh, great.
So, we're basically fucked.
Or you could find some straws.
[pop music playing on speakers.]
That's not a bad idea.
Straws, straws, straws.
[Claire.]
A-ha! [incredulously.]
You think that I'm a Russian spy? I'm gonna give you one chance to come clean and do this the simple way, Anya.
My name is Jenny Franklin.
I'm from Cherry Hill, New Jersey.
The last fight I had was with Susie Heyser in eighth grade and she kicked my ass.
I'm telling you.
You got the wrong lady, buddy.
Fine.
We'll do it your way.
Kill her.
Kill me? No.
No, no, no.
[stumbling.]
I'm not who he says I am.
I'm a single mom.
I can't even get elected to the PTA.
Please, you have to listen to me.
- [gun cocks.]
- Please [screams.]
- [grunts.]
- [rock song playing.]
[groans.]
[rock song continues.]
[both grunting.]
[air hissing.]
[music stops.]
[panting.]
[man whistles.]
Welcome back, Anya.
[upbeat music playing on speakers.]
[indistinct chatter.]
[man and woman conversing in Russian.]
[in Russian.]
You have a light? [people shouting, chattering in distance.]
Excuse me, Woo Lao-Tzu? Why do you want to know? Because I'm supposed to meet Lao-Tzu here to score some Levi's.
You him? No, but I'm willing to bet he's not as good-looking as I am.
- [chuckles.]
- I'm Su-Yin.
Anya.
[in Mandarin.]
You going to ask what her astrology sign is next, dweeb? You've got your game.
I've got mine.
[Faina.]
And that's why you never get laid.
You know what? You're a mean drunk.
She doesn't even like boys.
You wanna bet? So I can take more of your daddy's money? [chuckles.]
[in Mandarin.]
I'm a Leo.
With Virgo rising.
But my Chinese sign is Monkey.
And I like boys.
And girls.
[upbeat Russian song playing on speakers.]
[in Russian.]
But I'm done talking.
Let's dance.
[people cheering.]
[Becca, in English.]
Mom.
- Mom? Mom? - [gasps.]
[Jenny sighs.]
Are you okay? Yeah.
Think so.
Where'd you go? I thought the store was right around the corner.
Um The store was closed.
So I went looking for another and [shudders.]
got lost.
[sighs.]
Okay.
Like you say, text me next time so I know you're okay.
'Course.
Sorry.
How long have I been out? No idea.
I was in Maddie's room hanging and when I got back you were totally passed out.
Got it.
Where are you going? Oh.
Heading out with Maddie and the team to get some dinner.
See a show.
Good.
So the girls invited you? Pretty sure Maddie forced them, but who cares? Let's be positive.
Better? - I just want you to be - Normal? Happy.
Stop worrying.
I'm fine.
Love you.
Love you too.
[groans softly.]
[crying.]
[Claire.]
It's gonna be so fun.
I've heard great things about this restaurant as well.
Gonna be amazing.
[indistinct chatter.]
[Claire.]
And we're in Spain! Okay, do we have everybody? [Maddie.]
Oh, damn it.
I forgot my phone.
Are you kidding? Come on, we're gonna be late for our reservation.
Then go.
Becca will roll with me and we'll catch up later.
And don't wait for us to get the party started.
Remember, the drinking age is 18, bitches! Okay, come on.
This is gonna be so fun.
Oh, my God.
I can't wait to get out of these clothes.
Got the practice rink's address? [Becca.]
Yeah.
We can actually walk from here.
[Maddie.]
Nice.
[groans softly.]
[sighs.]
[winces.]
Feeling better? Not so much now.
This doesn't have to be hard.
Says the guy who kidnapped me.
Seemed like the best way to not make a scene.
What do you want? You.
To do what you do best.
I'm no longer that person.
Well, I suggest you find her, because you're about to get busy.
And if I refuse? Then, based on Title 18, Chapter 37 of the Espionage Act, you'll be spending the rest of your life in a maximum security prison.
Without an address or any running water.
Your daughter is gonna carry all the burden that her mother being a secret Russian spy bears.
Starting with all those college admission offices pulling her acceptance letters.
I do not like you.
Yeah.
I get that a lot.
Follow me.
Across the hall? Seriously? It's time I introduced myself.
I'm Special Unit Agent Chauncey Lew and this is my technical support Christopher Clarke.
Chris.
Clarke.
It's a pleasure, Miss Anya.
- It's Jenny.
- [buzzes.]
Okay, Jenny.
Tight-ass grip.
Chris, let's, uh, walk her through this.
All right.
Uh, please turn your attention to the monitors.
[Chauncey.]
Forty-eight hours ago, these three seemingly normal Spanish citizens were all compromised.
Their reputations and lives ruined by exhibiting behaviors outrageously uncharacteristic.
And which ultimately left one of them dead, one beaten into a coma, and another in a padded room.
[clicks tongue.]
Mass hysteria.
Collective delusions.
Or what we see here suggests your espionage work as The Whisper.
How you could assume or manipulate someone's identity like a, uh, master of disguise.
Or maybe it was drugs.
A girl has her secrets.
[Chauncey.]
I bet she does.
However you managed it, then you would destroy their reputation, leaving them no other option but to be killed or to kill themselves.
I was in the United States 48 hours ago, so there's [Chauncey.]
We know this wasn't you.
But if there is somebody out there copying your old Whisper MO of seek, meet and delete, wouldn't you be interested? Not really.
Well, lucky for you, the CIA wants to know who that somebody is.
And why they're choosing to do it.
I can tell you our only solid lead right now is all three so-called victims have a connection to an Austrian gunrunner we've identified as Yannick Mair.
Unfortunately, Mr.
Mair is hard to interrogate at the moment because he's being held at a Spanish military hospital.
But, 'cause I'm lit, I was able to find the weak link in that hospital security.
A maintenance manager named Tiago Vento.
Tiago likes to get his swerve on at this biker bar called El Pirata Loco nearly every night before his graveyard shift.
So it's time to slip on some high heels and say hi to Tiago.
Wait.
You're bringing me out of retirement for a honey trap? Sure.
It's not your first.
It's my first with cracked nipples and a C-section scar.
You're giving men too much credit.
I'm not talking about men.
I'm talking about me.
I'm not 20 years old anymore.
I've had a kid.
I've been a mother, a wife.
I know it might seem like a lie to you, but it is my life.
I have a feeling you'll manage.
If you're so confident about it, why don't you spread your ass cheeks and take one up the old gloryhole for Uncle Sam.
Because I didn't get caught.
Which is what you're really angry about.
You got cocky, stopped covering your tracks.
I found you.
And now you want me to cut a guy's fucking eye out so you guys can get to this Yannick-fucking-whatever.
Sorry if I'm not all kumbaya about it.
Actually, no.
We're not cuttin' no eyes out.
[chuckles.]
I'm gonna give you this device.
Hooks onto a cell phone.
It will clamp onto Tiago's eye, which pretty much will replicate it.
I don't know if I can do this.
Hey.
I don't give a shit what you need to do to get back on that bike.
Just get back on it.
And get to work before I lock your ass up.
Anya? Anya's dead.
You better hope not.
[Becca.]
Can you believe it? I mean, we started talking about this competition in what, eighth grade? Probably.
Because I just got my braces off and had to wear that derpy retainer.
It wasn't that bad.
Tell that to Brad Abrams.
Oh, my God.
That's right.
You gave Brad a second circumcision.
That's what he gets for pushing my head down like that.
[chuckles.]
Still can't believe you blew him.
Had nothing to do with Brad.
I was just checking it off the list.
[Becca.]
Will we get in trouble for being here? [Maddie.]
Probably.
[Becca.]
Then what are we doing? [Maddie.]
Getting a feeling for the ice here while the pussy posse parties it up.
I'll take any kind of competitive edge I can get.
You've only got one person to beat.
[Maddie.]
Claire.
I know.
At least you stand a chance.
Look, I know you're a last-minute replacement because someone got injured, but you're here now.
Take your shot.
Yes, Mom.
[chuckling.]
Speaking of, how's that going? Still clueless about the divorce? Radio silence.
I bet your dad, with all his travelling, screwed around.
Knowing my mom, she did nothing about it.
I actually wish she'd take some risks in her life.
Be more adventurous.
Oh, shit.
Think, Jenny.
[breathing heavily.]
Think, Jenny.
Think.
[crying.]
Fuck.
[sniffles.]
[sighs.]
Fuck! [crying.]
I can't fucking do this! Oh, come on, Jenny.
[breathing heavily.]
You can do this.
Come on.
Oh, fuck it.
["Fire" playing.]
I've got a song on my heart, baby She keeps me grooving Steady grooving Got a lover on my mind That keeps me wanting Steady wanting more There's a fire, call the fireman If you're in pain, baby Call a doctor Don't be afraid to say "I need you" I will understand [crying.]
Baby love, pretty woman Walking down the way [in Russian.]
There you are.
[Anya.]
What about Su-Yin? He'll find us.
How? We live together in the Chinese Embassy.
Must be nice.
Yeah.
Su-Yin's dad is the Ambassador from China.
So they got money.
But my dad's a paper pusher.
[indistinct chatter.]
What do you want to do in your life? No idea.
But I'm not staying here.
Most of my family's life has been about just scraping by.
- Seriously? - Mmm.
So, why's a Russian "paper pusher" and his daughter living in the Chinese Embassy? [chuckles.]
Boring story.
Let's go, the train's coming.
Wait, you have something there.
Maybe a hair.
Did you get it? - Yes.
- Thank you.
[chuckles.]
Can I hold your hand? [chuckles.]
Where did you learn Mandarin? Uh I grew up above Fu's Laundry.
Mrs.
Fu took me under her wing.
She put me to work, um Washing, drying, ironing and folding.
That sounds horrible.
It wasn't so bad.
She cooked for me.
So, all the wontons I could eat.
You telling me that's the way to your heart? Wontons? Throw in some shrimp with lobster sauce and I'm all yours.
Mmm.
[sighs.]
Why do I not believe you? What do you mean? Nothing is that easy.
Or maybe some things aren't as hard as you think.
Look at the little pussies holding hands.
You think we're like America now with all their homos? What's wrong? Jealous? Jealous of what? A couple of lickers? Don't provoke them, Faina.
Of course not.
Uh, so, which one of you holds the mirror while the other two suck each other off? [man.]
Shut your mouth, perverts! You know what you two need? Some real dick.
[gasps.]
I don't know, Anya.
Maybe they're right.
What? Maybe some good dick will turn us straight.
So whip them out, boys.
Let's have a look.
Seriously? Yes.
I've never seen one before.
But I'm sure once I do I won't be able to keep my hands off of it.
If you're too shy we can find other guys with dicks to show us.
[man.]
No.
Ease up.
We got it.
Mm-hmm.
Wow.
[grunting.]
[Russian song playing.]
[gasps and grunts.]
[laughing.]
Come on, let's go! [in English.]
Hey.
I think you're lost, baby.
'Cause you should be sitting on my face.
[both laughing.]
[Chauncey.]
Makin' friends I see.
And here I thought seeing you was bad.
Hearing you is even worse.
I'm not gonna lie, you're growing quickly on me.
Hopefully, like a fungus that spreads down your throat and chokes you to death.
Always get like this when you're on a fuck-and-pluck? You always such a douche? Wow.
Okay, you two, let's focus.
You're a few meters away from the bar, Jenny.
I need you in full Whisper mode.
Okay.
Let's get eyes on the mark and confirm he's there.
Copy that.
[Chris.]
Remember, you have the eye scanner.
When the target is in a nice, safe place, put the device up to his left eye and I'll handle the rest.
[Jenny.]
Tiago Vento's bike.
He's here.
[electronic music playing over speakers.]
[Chris.]
Showtime.
You know what to do.
[Jenny.]
I'm not ready for that.
Change of plans.
[in Russian.]
Tiago, come quickly.
Tiago, it's your motorbike.
[Tiago, in English.]
What? [breathing heavily.]
- [in Spanish.]
You see who did this? - [in English.]
My Spanish sucks.
Uh, two guys did it.
Laughed.
Went up the staircase in the parking lot.
[in English.]
Son of a bitch! Yeah.
Mm-hmm.
- [man grunting.]
- Asshole! [yelling.]
All right, Chris.
The device is in position.
Do your thing.
[Chris.]
Yes, Ma'am.
Manners? Someone raised you right.
That'd be my momma.
I owe everything to her.
A man who loves his momma.
Love is part of it.
The rest is pure fear.
[typing.]
Okay.
Our eye-scan is complete.
You can roll on home, Jenny.
That was easy.
[Chris.]
Good work.
[both laughing.]
[both speaking Russian.]
That was pretty cool.
No one's going to mess with you while I'm around.
What's wrong? I don't want to be the prize for some bet you have with Su-Yin.
It's not like that.
I like you.
You don't even know me, Faina.
Then let's change that.
Meet me tomorrow night.
Same time.
Same place.
- We can hold hands more.
- [chuckles.]
- [chuckles.]
- [guard speaking Mandarin.]
[sighs.]
[in Russian.]
Where were you? Don't you know I worry? Not now, Papa.
[Chris.]
How's that feel? Like someone is sticking a hot poker into my eye.
Good.
That means it's working.
Okay.
Listen up.
Here's a map of the military hospital.
You're going to start out down below.
Ingress is via the maintenance entrance, compliments of Tiago's eye-scan.
You'll work your way along these corridors here until you reach this utility door.
Which leads to the main access point.
How do I get through that door? I'll handle that.
So, uh, why do I need to do this again? Versus who? What about Chris? - Oh, no.
I'm not CIA.
- What are you talking about? I'm a computer architect.
You're a hacker.
Goddamn.
Why you always gotta put salt in my game, man? I was black-hatting a cybersecurity system to phish for pin numbers when I got knocked by the Company.
It was either do hard time or become crackerjack here's IT guy.
That explains the watch, then.
There's no way you got that on a CIA salary.
It's my lucky watch.
Look.
You're the only one with the skills necessary to get inside that hospital, find Yannick Mair and extract what he knows about his three associates and why they were taken out the way they were.
What do you mean, find him? [chuckles.]
Don't you know where he is? Not exactly.
Great.
[sighs.]
[Chris.]
But don't sweat it.
I'll show you the hospital's mainframe computer.
And how you can access it so you can find out where the hell Yannick is.
What's wrong? My daughter will be back in an hour.
She'll freak if I'm not there.
You will be.
This will take less than an hour.
In and out.
Promise.
All right.
Let's get this over with.
[Chauncey.]
One last thing.
[Chris tutting.]
[Chris.]
Yes indeed.
You gotta be fucking kidding me.
CIA certified.
For whom? Sports Illustrated models? [Chauncey.]
Your point? I bet anything a man designed this.
Jenny, just forget the design for a second, okay? This suit has state-of-the-art technology built into it, okay? Weaponry I mean, this shit is made of Kevlar.
This is our best chance of getting you back to Becca in one piece.
[woman in Russian.]
You stupid cow.
Didn't you recognize the girl whose hand you were holding? Hmm? It was in the file you were given and supposed to read.
But you didn't.
[Anya.]
I did.
Then who is she? The daughter of Artur Orlov, the biophysicist who is trying to ferret the secret Yaroslav Program out of Mother Russia.
Then why did you not kidnap her? There is no reason to scare her or her father.
Because I think [grunts.]
You don't think.
You act.
[Chris.]
How you doin', Jenny? Scared shitless.
Sore.
I don't know if I can do this.
[Chris.]
Look, it's all muscle memory.
Tell that to my muscles.
God, this suit is so tight.
Look on the bright side.
It's helping us monitor you, so I got you the whole way.
[Jenny.]
You sure this is a military hospital? It looks like an industrial park.
The best place to hide is in plain sight.
But you know that better than anyone.
Yes, I do.
Thank you.
You're like an asshole Jiminy Cricket.
[chuckles.]
[beeping.]
[door lock clicks.]
That was easy.
[Chris.]
What I tell you? I got you.
Keep moving so we can get you home before your daughter realizes you're missing.
[Jenny.]
That's the smartest thing you've said so far.
[typing.]
[Becca.]
Thanks for inviting me to work out.
Maddie? You good? Sorry.
I'm just thinking about the competition and that boring-ass outfit I have to wear.
[chuckles.]
At least the skirt's cute.
That's so fucked up.
I need an edge.
Something to make me stand out on the ice.
[pop song playing on speakers.]
Let's try in here.
Maybe I'll find some inspiration.
Ooh And it's my size, too This is a straight freakum dress.
- You'd totally kill in that dress.
- I know, right? Okay, what about this one for me? Yeah.
That's a Dolce & Gabbana.
But your mother would kill you.
Yeah, you're right.
She totally would.
Okay.
You're about six yards from that utility door.
It'll be on your right next to what looks like a grill pit.
I'm here.
What now? [Chauncey.]
Wait for the distraction.
What distraction? - [beeps.]
- [Chauncey.]
That distraction.
Move.
[electricity crackling.]
[indistinct chatter.]
- [alarm beeping.]
- What the hell? I got a proximity alert.
Jenny, I'm reading hostiles right in front of you.
[whispers.]
Chauncey, you're so dead.
[indistinct chatter.]
[prisoner, in Spanish.]
Let's have some fun! [Chris.]
You've got a dozen hostiles chasing you.
[panting.]
I noticed.
Which way? [Chris.]
Go left.
They're right behind her.
Make a right through that door.
There should be a door that leads to a locker room.
Right.
Yes.
[prisoner in Spanish.]
She's here.
[men chattering in Spanish.]
[prisoner.]
Open the door, slut.
[kick on door.]
[Chris.]
She might have bought herself some time.
But she don't have a lot of options.
We'll see.
[gasps.]
Shit.
Mom? [banging on door.]
[all yelling indistinctly.]
[Chris.]
Jenny, do you read me? It looks like the hostiles made it past your barricade.
I don't have this area mapped, but I can still get telemetry data from her suit.
Mom? Fuck! "Mom, are you okay? Where are you?" [Chris.]
Jenny, that's a dead end.
Get out of there.
[men clamoring.]
[grunts.]
I cannot believe I have to do this.
Chauncey, you asshole.
[Chris.]
Do what? What's she talking about? - Hold up.
Her vitals are spiking.
Jenny.
- [monitor beeping.]
Wait, I just lost all her biometrics.
[dramatic music playing.]
[grunts and groans.]
Mom? [crackling.]
[grunting.]
[dramatic music continues.]
[screaming.]
[Jenny's voice overlapping with male voice.]
What the fuck is going on?
How good of you to come.
Hola! Nice to see you.
[in Spanish.]
How's the family? [in English.]
Thank you for coming.
Thank you.
Buenas noches! Nice to see you.
Good to see you.
[in Spanish.]
Man, boss, what a great party.
Jefe, no! - [grunts.]
- [man screaming.]
[guests screaming.]
[indistinct chatter.]
[in Spanish.]
Go back to your own country.
Don't ignore me.
Get out of here.
This is my country.
Go back to Africa.
[in Spanish.]
Take it easy, kid! Shut up, asshole.
What did you just say? Watch out.
[grunting.]
[indistinct chatter.]
[indistinct chatter.]
[baby babbling.]
[grunts.]
[people clamoring.]
[baby crying.]
[woman grunting.]
[baby continues crying.]
[grunting.]
[opening theme music playing.]
["Bad Girls" playing.]
Du du du du du-du-du du Du du du du du-du-du du Good girls working at the banks Bad girls blowing up the tanks Good girls pray [in English.]
Hey, Dad.
It's me.
Just calling to let you know that Mom and I landed safely.
Just on the way to the hotel now.
Call me when you get a minute.
Love you.
That was nice.
Mm-hmm.
Sure he'll appreciate that.
Yeah.
[sighs in relief.]
Spring in Madrid.
[gasps.]
Oh, my God, honey.
Look at this.
What's a good girl in a bad situation? A hood girl with a bad education? It look like, like a bad reputation Bad girls club and no You can't sit with me Well behaved women seldom make history It's not a mystery But if you really want to get to me Come on, baby.
We're here.
Mom, cut it with the baby stuff.
Okay? [grunts.]
It's just a term of endearment, Becca.
Well, it's beyond embarrassing.
So are you right now.
Fine.
[man.]
Let's go.
Don't forget your things.
Rebecca Mary Leah Franklin, we're here.
Get the hell out of the car now.
- Better? - You're a monster.
[man.]
Okay.
Make sure.
You got your IDs? [girls giggling.]
Don't laugh at me.
It's not funny.
It's fine.
You know your mom is overprotective.
- This is just a phase, right? - [laughing.]
It better be.
I'm about ready to strangle one of these moody little bitches.
Check this.
It's us.
Figure skating team.
- Did you sleep at all on the plane? - I tried.
- Those children will not stop talking.
- Little voices in my ear.
- [man speaking in Spanish.]
- Um Uh - [Ladonna.]
Español - Tu es Un poquito español, poquito.
[Jenny.]
Here we are.
- Whoa.
- Wow.
[Becca.]
We've got two rooms? [Jenny.]
I had my points and they told me they upgraded.
How about that, huh? [door opens.]
[sighs.]
[door opens.]
I'm sorry about earlier.
I'm tired and shouldn't have been so short.
I'm about to get my period, so I'm not exactly sunshine and rainbows either.
That all? I think I'm just still getting used to the idea that you're here.
[chuckles.]
I thought you were cool with me covering for Claire's mom.
I am.
I mean, it's just different than I imagined.
That's all.
You want some Motrin? I'm gonna hit the bathroom first.
[cell phone chimes.]
Feel better.
[sniffling.]
[Becca.]
Shit! Becca, what's wrong? I forgot freaking tampons.
You bring any? No.
Between putting the dog in the kennel, and the gardener and everything else, it seems I forgot a whole bunch of stuff.
But I saw a store just around the corner.
I'll be right back.
[elevator dings.]
[exclaims.]
No! Someone help me.
Please.
What is happening? Someone, please help.
Please.
Someone help me.
[man.]
The key has turned.
Where am I? Where's my daughter? What is going on here? Who the fuck are you people? I'm an American.
You can't take me off the street.
Technically, you shouldn't be able to take anyone off the street.
Regardless of their nationality.
Here we are.
Come sit.
Who the hell are you? The, uh, black suits and Tom Cruise sunglasses sort of give it away, don't you think? You're the CIA? Sorry about the doodling.
It, um, helps me focus.
[groans.]
Been doing it since I was a kid.
It used to get me in trouble, but it is now proven to help with cognitive thinking.
What the hell does the CIA want with me? The city in the '90s, New York City, was quite the spot.
Tons of artists, musicians, dignitaries, and a whole bevy of foreign assets.
There was one asset in particular.
Female, young, and she was truly special.
An artist in her trade.
Five confirmed kills.
All powerful people - with even more powerful enemies.
- [gasps.]
They called her "The Whisper.
" Because she was never fully seen or heard or even photographed.
And it was always somebody else left holding the bag.
We were able to collect these bits and pieces of her through various sources, but before we could put it all together, the bottom fell out of Russia's economy.
Its intelligence services nearly collapsed and like that, The Whisper was gone.
[sighs.]
Some said she joined the Mossad.
Others, a revolution in Bolivia.
But you wanna know what I think happened? Once Russia wasn't watching anymore, The Whisper Well, she saw a chance to have her freedom.
So she got a new identity, fell in love, got married and had a kid.
And she stopped worrying that she'd ever be found.
Isn't that right? Anya Petrova, aka The Whisper.
It's 12 euros for that.
That size? I mean, not Look.
My mom's gonna see this bill, so you need to work out a way so it doesn't show up.
- Well, I'm not paying for it.
- [door opens.]
[indistinct chatter.]
Jesus, B.
You scared us.
Sorry.
I didn't realize everyone else would be here too.
Well, why wouldn't we be here? We're all sharing a room.
[pop music playing on speakers.]
[girl.]
So what's up, Becca? Um, by any chance, you got any tampons? Uh Yeah, I think so.
Good.
Because I forgot mine and then my mom went to get me some and now she's apparently lost and not answering her phone.
If I don't answer my phone, I'm dead.
- [girls laughing.]
- Is she still talking? What are you waiting for? Just take them and we'll fill them back up with water.
But it has sensors on it.
So as soon as you lift a bottle it charges the room.
Oh, great.
So, we're basically fucked.
Or you could find some straws.
[pop music playing on speakers.]
That's not a bad idea.
Straws, straws, straws.
[Claire.]
A-ha! [incredulously.]
You think that I'm a Russian spy? I'm gonna give you one chance to come clean and do this the simple way, Anya.
My name is Jenny Franklin.
I'm from Cherry Hill, New Jersey.
The last fight I had was with Susie Heyser in eighth grade and she kicked my ass.
I'm telling you.
You got the wrong lady, buddy.
Fine.
We'll do it your way.
Kill her.
Kill me? No.
No, no, no.
[stumbling.]
I'm not who he says I am.
I'm a single mom.
I can't even get elected to the PTA.
Please, you have to listen to me.
- [gun cocks.]
- Please [screams.]
- [grunts.]
- [rock song playing.]
[groans.]
[rock song continues.]
[both grunting.]
[air hissing.]
[music stops.]
[panting.]
[man whistles.]
Welcome back, Anya.
[upbeat music playing on speakers.]
[indistinct chatter.]
[man and woman conversing in Russian.]
[in Russian.]
You have a light? [people shouting, chattering in distance.]
Excuse me, Woo Lao-Tzu? Why do you want to know? Because I'm supposed to meet Lao-Tzu here to score some Levi's.
You him? No, but I'm willing to bet he's not as good-looking as I am.
- [chuckles.]
- I'm Su-Yin.
Anya.
[in Mandarin.]
You going to ask what her astrology sign is next, dweeb? You've got your game.
I've got mine.
[Faina.]
And that's why you never get laid.
You know what? You're a mean drunk.
She doesn't even like boys.
You wanna bet? So I can take more of your daddy's money? [chuckles.]
[in Mandarin.]
I'm a Leo.
With Virgo rising.
But my Chinese sign is Monkey.
And I like boys.
And girls.
[upbeat Russian song playing on speakers.]
[in Russian.]
But I'm done talking.
Let's dance.
[people cheering.]
[Becca, in English.]
Mom.
- Mom? Mom? - [gasps.]
[Jenny sighs.]
Are you okay? Yeah.
Think so.
Where'd you go? I thought the store was right around the corner.
Um The store was closed.
So I went looking for another and [shudders.]
got lost.
[sighs.]
Okay.
Like you say, text me next time so I know you're okay.
'Course.
Sorry.
How long have I been out? No idea.
I was in Maddie's room hanging and when I got back you were totally passed out.
Got it.
Where are you going? Oh.
Heading out with Maddie and the team to get some dinner.
See a show.
Good.
So the girls invited you? Pretty sure Maddie forced them, but who cares? Let's be positive.
Better? - I just want you to be - Normal? Happy.
Stop worrying.
I'm fine.
Love you.
Love you too.
[groans softly.]
[crying.]
[Claire.]
It's gonna be so fun.
I've heard great things about this restaurant as well.
Gonna be amazing.
[indistinct chatter.]
[Claire.]
And we're in Spain! Okay, do we have everybody? [Maddie.]
Oh, damn it.
I forgot my phone.
Are you kidding? Come on, we're gonna be late for our reservation.
Then go.
Becca will roll with me and we'll catch up later.
And don't wait for us to get the party started.
Remember, the drinking age is 18, bitches! Okay, come on.
This is gonna be so fun.
Oh, my God.
I can't wait to get out of these clothes.
Got the practice rink's address? [Becca.]
Yeah.
We can actually walk from here.
[Maddie.]
Nice.
[groans softly.]
[sighs.]
[winces.]
Feeling better? Not so much now.
This doesn't have to be hard.
Says the guy who kidnapped me.
Seemed like the best way to not make a scene.
What do you want? You.
To do what you do best.
I'm no longer that person.
Well, I suggest you find her, because you're about to get busy.
And if I refuse? Then, based on Title 18, Chapter 37 of the Espionage Act, you'll be spending the rest of your life in a maximum security prison.
Without an address or any running water.
Your daughter is gonna carry all the burden that her mother being a secret Russian spy bears.
Starting with all those college admission offices pulling her acceptance letters.
I do not like you.
Yeah.
I get that a lot.
Follow me.
Across the hall? Seriously? It's time I introduced myself.
I'm Special Unit Agent Chauncey Lew and this is my technical support Christopher Clarke.
Chris.
Clarke.
It's a pleasure, Miss Anya.
- It's Jenny.
- [buzzes.]
Okay, Jenny.
Tight-ass grip.
Chris, let's, uh, walk her through this.
All right.
Uh, please turn your attention to the monitors.
[Chauncey.]
Forty-eight hours ago, these three seemingly normal Spanish citizens were all compromised.
Their reputations and lives ruined by exhibiting behaviors outrageously uncharacteristic.
And which ultimately left one of them dead, one beaten into a coma, and another in a padded room.
[clicks tongue.]
Mass hysteria.
Collective delusions.
Or what we see here suggests your espionage work as The Whisper.
How you could assume or manipulate someone's identity like a, uh, master of disguise.
Or maybe it was drugs.
A girl has her secrets.
[Chauncey.]
I bet she does.
However you managed it, then you would destroy their reputation, leaving them no other option but to be killed or to kill themselves.
I was in the United States 48 hours ago, so there's [Chauncey.]
We know this wasn't you.
But if there is somebody out there copying your old Whisper MO of seek, meet and delete, wouldn't you be interested? Not really.
Well, lucky for you, the CIA wants to know who that somebody is.
And why they're choosing to do it.
I can tell you our only solid lead right now is all three so-called victims have a connection to an Austrian gunrunner we've identified as Yannick Mair.
Unfortunately, Mr.
Mair is hard to interrogate at the moment because he's being held at a Spanish military hospital.
But, 'cause I'm lit, I was able to find the weak link in that hospital security.
A maintenance manager named Tiago Vento.
Tiago likes to get his swerve on at this biker bar called El Pirata Loco nearly every night before his graveyard shift.
So it's time to slip on some high heels and say hi to Tiago.
Wait.
You're bringing me out of retirement for a honey trap? Sure.
It's not your first.
It's my first with cracked nipples and a C-section scar.
You're giving men too much credit.
I'm not talking about men.
I'm talking about me.
I'm not 20 years old anymore.
I've had a kid.
I've been a mother, a wife.
I know it might seem like a lie to you, but it is my life.
I have a feeling you'll manage.
If you're so confident about it, why don't you spread your ass cheeks and take one up the old gloryhole for Uncle Sam.
Because I didn't get caught.
Which is what you're really angry about.
You got cocky, stopped covering your tracks.
I found you.
And now you want me to cut a guy's fucking eye out so you guys can get to this Yannick-fucking-whatever.
Sorry if I'm not all kumbaya about it.
Actually, no.
We're not cuttin' no eyes out.
[chuckles.]
I'm gonna give you this device.
Hooks onto a cell phone.
It will clamp onto Tiago's eye, which pretty much will replicate it.
I don't know if I can do this.
Hey.
I don't give a shit what you need to do to get back on that bike.
Just get back on it.
And get to work before I lock your ass up.
Anya? Anya's dead.
You better hope not.
[Becca.]
Can you believe it? I mean, we started talking about this competition in what, eighth grade? Probably.
Because I just got my braces off and had to wear that derpy retainer.
It wasn't that bad.
Tell that to Brad Abrams.
Oh, my God.
That's right.
You gave Brad a second circumcision.
That's what he gets for pushing my head down like that.
[chuckles.]
Still can't believe you blew him.
Had nothing to do with Brad.
I was just checking it off the list.
[Becca.]
Will we get in trouble for being here? [Maddie.]
Probably.
[Becca.]
Then what are we doing? [Maddie.]
Getting a feeling for the ice here while the pussy posse parties it up.
I'll take any kind of competitive edge I can get.
You've only got one person to beat.
[Maddie.]
Claire.
I know.
At least you stand a chance.
Look, I know you're a last-minute replacement because someone got injured, but you're here now.
Take your shot.
Yes, Mom.
[chuckling.]
Speaking of, how's that going? Still clueless about the divorce? Radio silence.
I bet your dad, with all his travelling, screwed around.
Knowing my mom, she did nothing about it.
I actually wish she'd take some risks in her life.
Be more adventurous.
Oh, shit.
Think, Jenny.
[breathing heavily.]
Think, Jenny.
Think.
[crying.]
Fuck.
[sniffles.]
[sighs.]
Fuck! [crying.]
I can't fucking do this! Oh, come on, Jenny.
[breathing heavily.]
You can do this.
Come on.
Oh, fuck it.
["Fire" playing.]
I've got a song on my heart, baby She keeps me grooving Steady grooving Got a lover on my mind That keeps me wanting Steady wanting more There's a fire, call the fireman If you're in pain, baby Call a doctor Don't be afraid to say "I need you" I will understand [crying.]
Baby love, pretty woman Walking down the way [in Russian.]
There you are.
[Anya.]
What about Su-Yin? He'll find us.
How? We live together in the Chinese Embassy.
Must be nice.
Yeah.
Su-Yin's dad is the Ambassador from China.
So they got money.
But my dad's a paper pusher.
[indistinct chatter.]
What do you want to do in your life? No idea.
But I'm not staying here.
Most of my family's life has been about just scraping by.
- Seriously? - Mmm.
So, why's a Russian "paper pusher" and his daughter living in the Chinese Embassy? [chuckles.]
Boring story.
Let's go, the train's coming.
Wait, you have something there.
Maybe a hair.
Did you get it? - Yes.
- Thank you.
[chuckles.]
Can I hold your hand? [chuckles.]
Where did you learn Mandarin? Uh I grew up above Fu's Laundry.
Mrs.
Fu took me under her wing.
She put me to work, um Washing, drying, ironing and folding.
That sounds horrible.
It wasn't so bad.
She cooked for me.
So, all the wontons I could eat.
You telling me that's the way to your heart? Wontons? Throw in some shrimp with lobster sauce and I'm all yours.
Mmm.
[sighs.]
Why do I not believe you? What do you mean? Nothing is that easy.
Or maybe some things aren't as hard as you think.
Look at the little pussies holding hands.
You think we're like America now with all their homos? What's wrong? Jealous? Jealous of what? A couple of lickers? Don't provoke them, Faina.
Of course not.
Uh, so, which one of you holds the mirror while the other two suck each other off? [man.]
Shut your mouth, perverts! You know what you two need? Some real dick.
[gasps.]
I don't know, Anya.
Maybe they're right.
What? Maybe some good dick will turn us straight.
So whip them out, boys.
Let's have a look.
Seriously? Yes.
I've never seen one before.
But I'm sure once I do I won't be able to keep my hands off of it.
If you're too shy we can find other guys with dicks to show us.
[man.]
No.
Ease up.
We got it.
Mm-hmm.
Wow.
[grunting.]
[Russian song playing.]
[gasps and grunts.]
[laughing.]
Come on, let's go! [in English.]
Hey.
I think you're lost, baby.
'Cause you should be sitting on my face.
[both laughing.]
[Chauncey.]
Makin' friends I see.
And here I thought seeing you was bad.
Hearing you is even worse.
I'm not gonna lie, you're growing quickly on me.
Hopefully, like a fungus that spreads down your throat and chokes you to death.
Always get like this when you're on a fuck-and-pluck? You always such a douche? Wow.
Okay, you two, let's focus.
You're a few meters away from the bar, Jenny.
I need you in full Whisper mode.
Okay.
Let's get eyes on the mark and confirm he's there.
Copy that.
[Chris.]
Remember, you have the eye scanner.
When the target is in a nice, safe place, put the device up to his left eye and I'll handle the rest.
[Jenny.]
Tiago Vento's bike.
He's here.
[electronic music playing over speakers.]
[Chris.]
Showtime.
You know what to do.
[Jenny.]
I'm not ready for that.
Change of plans.
[in Russian.]
Tiago, come quickly.
Tiago, it's your motorbike.
[Tiago, in English.]
What? [breathing heavily.]
- [in Spanish.]
You see who did this? - [in English.]
My Spanish sucks.
Uh, two guys did it.
Laughed.
Went up the staircase in the parking lot.
[in English.]
Son of a bitch! Yeah.
Mm-hmm.
- [man grunting.]
- Asshole! [yelling.]
All right, Chris.
The device is in position.
Do your thing.
[Chris.]
Yes, Ma'am.
Manners? Someone raised you right.
That'd be my momma.
I owe everything to her.
A man who loves his momma.
Love is part of it.
The rest is pure fear.
[typing.]
Okay.
Our eye-scan is complete.
You can roll on home, Jenny.
That was easy.
[Chris.]
Good work.
[both laughing.]
[both speaking Russian.]
That was pretty cool.
No one's going to mess with you while I'm around.
What's wrong? I don't want to be the prize for some bet you have with Su-Yin.
It's not like that.
I like you.
You don't even know me, Faina.
Then let's change that.
Meet me tomorrow night.
Same time.
Same place.
- We can hold hands more.
- [chuckles.]
- [chuckles.]
- [guard speaking Mandarin.]
[sighs.]
[in Russian.]
Where were you? Don't you know I worry? Not now, Papa.
[Chris.]
How's that feel? Like someone is sticking a hot poker into my eye.
Good.
That means it's working.
Okay.
Listen up.
Here's a map of the military hospital.
You're going to start out down below.
Ingress is via the maintenance entrance, compliments of Tiago's eye-scan.
You'll work your way along these corridors here until you reach this utility door.
Which leads to the main access point.
How do I get through that door? I'll handle that.
So, uh, why do I need to do this again? Versus who? What about Chris? - Oh, no.
I'm not CIA.
- What are you talking about? I'm a computer architect.
You're a hacker.
Goddamn.
Why you always gotta put salt in my game, man? I was black-hatting a cybersecurity system to phish for pin numbers when I got knocked by the Company.
It was either do hard time or become crackerjack here's IT guy.
That explains the watch, then.
There's no way you got that on a CIA salary.
It's my lucky watch.
Look.
You're the only one with the skills necessary to get inside that hospital, find Yannick Mair and extract what he knows about his three associates and why they were taken out the way they were.
What do you mean, find him? [chuckles.]
Don't you know where he is? Not exactly.
Great.
[sighs.]
[Chris.]
But don't sweat it.
I'll show you the hospital's mainframe computer.
And how you can access it so you can find out where the hell Yannick is.
What's wrong? My daughter will be back in an hour.
She'll freak if I'm not there.
You will be.
This will take less than an hour.
In and out.
Promise.
All right.
Let's get this over with.
[Chauncey.]
One last thing.
[Chris tutting.]
[Chris.]
Yes indeed.
You gotta be fucking kidding me.
CIA certified.
For whom? Sports Illustrated models? [Chauncey.]
Your point? I bet anything a man designed this.
Jenny, just forget the design for a second, okay? This suit has state-of-the-art technology built into it, okay? Weaponry I mean, this shit is made of Kevlar.
This is our best chance of getting you back to Becca in one piece.
[woman in Russian.]
You stupid cow.
Didn't you recognize the girl whose hand you were holding? Hmm? It was in the file you were given and supposed to read.
But you didn't.
[Anya.]
I did.
Then who is she? The daughter of Artur Orlov, the biophysicist who is trying to ferret the secret Yaroslav Program out of Mother Russia.
Then why did you not kidnap her? There is no reason to scare her or her father.
Because I think [grunts.]
You don't think.
You act.
[Chris.]
How you doin', Jenny? Scared shitless.
Sore.
I don't know if I can do this.
[Chris.]
Look, it's all muscle memory.
Tell that to my muscles.
God, this suit is so tight.
Look on the bright side.
It's helping us monitor you, so I got you the whole way.
[Jenny.]
You sure this is a military hospital? It looks like an industrial park.
The best place to hide is in plain sight.
But you know that better than anyone.
Yes, I do.
Thank you.
You're like an asshole Jiminy Cricket.
[chuckles.]
[beeping.]
[door lock clicks.]
That was easy.
[Chris.]
What I tell you? I got you.
Keep moving so we can get you home before your daughter realizes you're missing.
[Jenny.]
That's the smartest thing you've said so far.
[typing.]
[Becca.]
Thanks for inviting me to work out.
Maddie? You good? Sorry.
I'm just thinking about the competition and that boring-ass outfit I have to wear.
[chuckles.]
At least the skirt's cute.
That's so fucked up.
I need an edge.
Something to make me stand out on the ice.
[pop song playing on speakers.]
Let's try in here.
Maybe I'll find some inspiration.
Ooh And it's my size, too This is a straight freakum dress.
- You'd totally kill in that dress.
- I know, right? Okay, what about this one for me? Yeah.
That's a Dolce & Gabbana.
But your mother would kill you.
Yeah, you're right.
She totally would.
Okay.
You're about six yards from that utility door.
It'll be on your right next to what looks like a grill pit.
I'm here.
What now? [Chauncey.]
Wait for the distraction.
What distraction? - [beeps.]
- [Chauncey.]
That distraction.
Move.
[electricity crackling.]
[indistinct chatter.]
- [alarm beeping.]
- What the hell? I got a proximity alert.
Jenny, I'm reading hostiles right in front of you.
[whispers.]
Chauncey, you're so dead.
[indistinct chatter.]
[prisoner, in Spanish.]
Let's have some fun! [Chris.]
You've got a dozen hostiles chasing you.
[panting.]
I noticed.
Which way? [Chris.]
Go left.
They're right behind her.
Make a right through that door.
There should be a door that leads to a locker room.
Right.
Yes.
[prisoner in Spanish.]
She's here.
[men chattering in Spanish.]
[prisoner.]
Open the door, slut.
[kick on door.]
[Chris.]
She might have bought herself some time.
But she don't have a lot of options.
We'll see.
[gasps.]
Shit.
Mom? [banging on door.]
[all yelling indistinctly.]
[Chris.]
Jenny, do you read me? It looks like the hostiles made it past your barricade.
I don't have this area mapped, but I can still get telemetry data from her suit.
Mom? Fuck! "Mom, are you okay? Where are you?" [Chris.]
Jenny, that's a dead end.
Get out of there.
[men clamoring.]
[grunts.]
I cannot believe I have to do this.
Chauncey, you asshole.
[Chris.]
Do what? What's she talking about? - Hold up.
Her vitals are spiking.
Jenny.
- [monitor beeping.]
Wait, I just lost all her biometrics.
[dramatic music playing.]
[grunts and groans.]
Mom? [crackling.]
[grunting.]
[dramatic music continues.]
[screaming.]
[Jenny's voice overlapping with male voice.]
What the fuck is going on?