The Agency: Central Intelligence (2024) s01e09 Episode Script

1
The Agency needs to
know about the negotiations.
They know the Chinese
are in the room.
They need someone
- in the same room, too.
- I will never betray my country.
The American tried
to recruit Samia.
As a precaution,
negotiations will now be moved.
So, what do you expect us to do?
Absolutely nothing.
Nothing has a price.
Russians. Two.
Working in the U.S.
Energy Department.
Sold.
Where's Coyote?
General Volchok.
We need something
you have access to.
Something he always has on him.
A woman is dead
for zero intelligence.
The thing keeping me up tonight
isn't did I make a mistake.
It's now I have no line
to get Coyote back.
Bon voyage, Coyote.
I've been
ordered to return home.
I want you to come with me now.
Do you know what they do
to traitors' families?
If you leave,
I can't do anything.
"Love is Blindness"
by Jack White ♪
Love is blindness ♪
I don't want to see ♪
Won't you wrap the night ♪
Around me ♪
Oh, my heart ♪
Love is blindness ♪
Blindness ♪
Love is blindness ♪
I don't want to see ♪
Won't you wrap the night ♪
Around me, yeah ♪
Oh ♪
My love ♪
Love is blindness ♪
Oh, love is blindness ♪
Oh, blow out the candle ♪
Blindness ♪
We swept Dalaga,
Osman and Sami's
rooms at Raffles
before the cleaners got in.
And?
Just this.
It was on the counter
in Osman's bathroom.
Hey. Hey.
I need you. Boardroom.
So, you
don't know where he is?
It's fair to say, sir,
we do not have a
current location,
but the time frame
indicates that Coyote
is likely in Ukraine already.
I'm reading active
intel saying Coyote's
been moved behind enemy
lines by Valhalla.
Yeah, we can confirm that, sir.
Well, you said
you'd get him back.
This is him getting
further away.
We had an operation
to track his movement
that unfortunately failed.
Failed?
Look, this is
It's a very fluid
situation, sir.
Fluid?
Oh, I see. Fluid,
like-like what?
Like a bucket of piss?
Like a bucket of sloppy
fucking horse shit?
Sir, the situation is
worse than you think.
We don't just need to
know where Coyote is,
we need to know where
he's going to be.
And how are you
gonna achieve that?
With a crystal ball?
We have an operation in mind
that you could liken
to a crystal ball, yes.
Intriguing. Also,
completely baffling,
not to mention
impossible. Do tell.
Sir, I'm afraid,
for reasons of operation
security, we can't.
Mm.
Excuse me?
Sir, this op
is our last best shot.
And my colleague, Martian
All right,
enough, enough, enough.
Just listen up, you
you bunch of no-nut dick clowns.
If I ever call the president
and tell him that Russia
is about to win
the next century
Just make it work.
- Understand?
- Loud and clear, sir.
Loud and clear.
"Dick clowns"?
Start anywhere you like.
What do you mean?
I mean the fucking crystal ball.
I don't have a crystal ball.
I see. I see. So,
that was all a bluff.
To the director of the
Central Intelligence Agency.
I was buying time.
- Buying time?
- We need to get Coyote back.
To do that, we need a plan.
We have a day, two at best.
Get the fuck out of here.
And you
say you're Spanish,
but your English is pretty good.
I've got American
cousins in New York
I used to visit growing up.
And I've been living in
London while I finish my PhD.
What are you doing here in Iran?
I'm here for my
work. I'm a seismologist.
I work with Reza Mortazevi.
- You can call him
- Full name.
- Mortazevi.
- No, you.
Daniela Moreno Acosta.
Address in London?
My old address?
I sold the flat. 66a
Vicarage Grove, SE
Closest underground stop?
Oval. But I take the overground
from Denmark Hill. It's closer.
Date and place of birth?
30th of July, 1998. Seville.
That where you from? Seville?
No, my parents
are from Sanlúcar, on the
coast. That's where I grew up.
What's the name of the horse
race in Sanlúcar de Barrameda?
I, um, I'm not
into horse racing.
You're from Sanlúcar?
You would know. Are
you from Sanlúcar?
It's called the
Carreras de Caballos,
every August, on the beach
at the mouth of the
Guadalquivir river.
It's the oldest
horse race in Spain.
Carreras
de Caballos.
Carreras de Caballos. August.
Are my questions boring you?
No.
Would you prefer to
be somewhere else?
I mean, if you're offering.
You know, I'm writing
a report on you.
Shall I write that Ms.
Acosta doesn't like
to have her alias challenged,
that it bores her?
Wait, no, I never
said that. It's fine.
What do you want
me to write, then?
I don't know, it's your report.
Why are you letting me say
that I'm testing your alias?
Am I testing your alias?
Are you a fucking spy?
Shit.
Unless I say stop, you
continue the exercise.
In Tehran, it won't stop.
Whatever happens,
you keep going,
even if someone is
trying to throw you off.
You never switch off, okay?
Never, ever.
Fucking shit. Fuck.
Were her last words.
Thank you.
I'd like you to resume
sessions with Martian.
I've tried. He's,
quote, "extremely busy."
Say I insist.
I need an assessment of
his current state of mind.
I'll talk to him today.
Thank you.
Would you like to
come in yourself?
I'd love to,
but I'm extremely busy.
We believe a
Valhalla transit team
is moving Coyote.
Leading the group is
General Volchok himself.
They're traveling
into and through
Russian-occupied
Eastern Ukraine.
Now, we don't have
a current location,
but you can assume they're in
touch with the base in Minsk.
A list of Minsk
personnel we know
work for Volchok at a level.
One of them is our white rabbit.
Hunt out who.
Game how we can make them run.
It's 0900 Zulu.
We have four hours.
Oh, my God. Don't
shit your pants.
We can do this. We
can work together.
Oh, uh, a-are you
sure about that?
We still have Paul
Lewis's phone?
Uh, yes, but it's off.
I was told the legend's
offline until further orders.
Grandma and Grandpa turned
up a lead in the hotel.
Can I check it?
Uh, yeah.
Paul. Paul
Lewis of the CIA.
If you care for this woman,
I trade her life for a
thing of interest to me.
She lives, she dies.
You choose.
Can I take this with me?
Uh, yeah, you just have to
sign it out on the system,
so that there's a record. I
have to, uh, file a report.
Okay. No problem.
I'll come back if
we actually need
to bother taking it out again.
Can we find a moment today?
Not today.
Russian soldiers outside.
Looks like a security sweep.
- How many?
- Two trucks with three men each.
Not army. Looks like FSB to me.
Chekov.
Means he's on his way.
Maintain comms blackout.
We clean if they come in?
As a whistle.
- We found something.
- Blair did.
- She found it.
- Found what?
Being on Volchok's staff is
like going to West Point.
If you can hack it,
any high-ranking job,
anywhere in Russian intel,
military, politics, Volchok
is the inside track,
which is why he has
people devoted to him
throughout the FSB, the SVR,
the GRU and the Kremlin.
He's a career maker.
Everyone except for
Leo Kravitsky.
Former chauffeur, then a chef.
Met Volchok back in
Saint Petersburg.
Kept him close. Been
with him ever since.
He wants a hand up.
Never got one.
Only guy working under
Volchok for 13 years,
going nowhere.
Maybe he loves him,
like fucking Jeeves
and what's his name.
Wooster. Yeah, maybe.
Except some nights, after
work and a bottle of vodka,
he hits Telegram and WhatsApp,
and he pisses and whines.
Here.
"Why am I never invited
to lunch with Volchok?
"After all I've done.
"One day I'll show that
ungrateful bastard.
You'll see if I don't."
Do it.
Does he
think it's Volchok?
I don't
know. I think so.
Someone's betraying us.
He's asking who.
I don't know.
I no longer trust anyone.
I'm putting together a
new team starting tonight.
Everything will change.
I want you to head up
the new team.
And no one must know
except you and me.
You're the only one I trust.
I have for a long
time, haven't I?
I want you to meet a
member of your new team.
Be at Komsomolsk Arena
at 11:00 a.m. tomorrow.
They'll come to you.
You'll each recite
poetry I'll send,
to recognize each other.
I want you to make a list.
Men we trust. Men we don't.
Great.
Now send him the poem.
Now this marks the end of
our little journey for now.
It was extraordinary to
work with all of you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
It was a pleasure.
Wow. Those look amazing.
This is Zeytoon Parvardeh.
Marinated olives.
- And this is dolmeh kalam.
- Stuffed cabbage leaves, right?
Azar. I'm Reza's wife.
Uh, Danny. So nice to meet you.
I had no idea you
were in London.
Just a few days.
Honestly, I hate these events.
You, uh, you-you
speak good English.
Says the girl who speaks Farsi.
Tell me, what drew
you to seismology?
Uh in a nutshell?
Small physical events
built up over eons
suddenly erupting in
unimaginable violence.
Hmm.
Where is she?
What was your mission
in Addis Ababa?
Where is she?
In deadly peril.
Thanks to you.
What do you want?
In Addis you recruited people.
Intellectuals,
Ethiopians, Eritreans,
Djiboutians, Yemenis,
Sudanese writers,
revolutionaries.
Opponents to their regimes.
I want the list.
If I give it to you,
what happens to Samia?
She's riding your
cock this weekend.
That's what you want, right?
Or I just kill you and sink
your body in the river.
You need to take care of me,
pamper me, be nice to me.
48 hours, lover boy.
This stuff is so sticky.
Do you cook?
Love to. I don't have time.
Another workaholic.
Did you study engineering, too?
In Madrid, and then finished
my second degree in Barcelona.
- You're from Madrid?
- Sanlúcar.
Andalucía.
I've heard of it.
The beautiful town on the
coast with the horse races.
My cousin sent me a postcard.
What's the race called?
The fiesta?
It's called Carrera de
Caballos de Sanlúcar.
- Hmm.
- You've already met.
Of course.
Mmm. Not bad. Just a bit dry.
- Danny helped me make them.
- Oops.
What have you two
been talking about?
Let's see. Horse races.
Working too hard.
Iranian recipes.
And sudden eruptions
of violence.
You're sure?
He shows
all the symptoms.
PTSD triggers,
hypervigilance, aggression,
paranoia, avoidance.
It's categorical.
And the risks?
Loss of perspective.
Lapses in concentration.
Getting bogged down
in minor details
and missing out on something
obvious and important.
- So basically, everything.
- I'm not done.
Delusions of omnipotence,
invincibility,
invulnerability,
self-medication.
I could use a bit of
that right now myself.
Then they turn on
themselves: blame, guilt,
uh, impulsive outbursts,
violence, suicidal ideation.
I wish we had had this
conversation earlier.
- Why?
- Because I signed off on Martian
heading back into the field
to recruit a Valhalla asset.
- When does he leave?
- Two hours ago.
Going where?
Belarus.
On what we call a bounce dive.
Not down long enough
to get the bends.
Y-You enter a country illegally
via a covert insertion.
No border control. No
passport. You were never there.
Wind up dead? You're
forever John Doe.
This could be a disaster.
What about
the omnipotence
and invincibility part?
Can't we root for that?
Thinking you're that
and being it are two
different things.
Says someone who's
never been in the field.
You're going to be dealing
with us from now on, on this.
What's this for?
You have a message.
Who are you?
General Volchok won't be pleased
to hear of your betrayal.
You tricked me.
Tell the general.
He'll only shoot you
for being stupid.
Volchok has ignored you.
You're no better than his dog.
I've read your emails, Leo.
Your boss is an asshole.
But what if he wasn't
your boss anymore?
When he's gone and I'm
talking days, hours
Valhalla needs a new commander.
Who's more senior,
more experienced,
more loyal than you?
There's tons of dessert
left, and I'm getting fat.
So, finish them.
That's an order.
Thanks. I love them.
We've got the results from
Alborz Station. May I?
Of course.
Wow.
So beautiful.
You can see the
epicenter really clearly.
I'd like you to calculate
the on-site effects for me.
I'd have to collect
local data to do
Exactly.
Are you asking me
to come to Iran?
Isn't that what you want?
Thanks. I'll think about it.
And another thing.
Azar is not my wife.
Wait what?
I'm-I'm confused. She's not
Before we ask anyone
to come to Iran,
we have to take precautions.
Azar was there to make sure
there weren't any problems.
What sort of problems?
I just want to be
honest with you.
We are going to be working
very closely together.
It is important that
we trust each other.
So, think about it.
No rush.
Thanks.
slow, tense music ♪
You know
what? I like this.
Like what?
Well, this human intel,
dead drops, codes and shit.
Old school. I didn't think
anyone did this anymore.
You been doing this long?
Long enough.
That thing in your hand has
you under surveillance 24/7
where you are, who you
see, what you think.
Human intel is the last place
an agency can operate unwatched.
Maybe the last
place anyone's free.
You see?
I like that.
Also, people have never
been so distracted before,
like you.
So interested in whatever salt
lick that thing's feeding you,
you miss the important stuff.
Pop.
Someone's putting the trash out.
Take me back to the border.
Take off your clothes.
Everything?
You can keep your
bra and undies on.
Dude.
Hmm?
Hand me that bag.
Grandma.
Say goodbye to your old phone.
Hello to your new one.
You guys put a number
for my mom in here?
Anybody calls, it
comes through us.
We can pretend to
be her.
Things we used to have ♪
Can I ask you something?
Last chance. Doesn't
mean that I'll answer.
Did Edward send reports to you?
What do you think?
That it wasn't the plan,
but when you knew we were seeing
each other, you asked him to.
And he did.
If he did and
I'm saying if
it was positive or
you wouldn't be going.
Did you put him
on me on purpose?
No. He just liked you.
And he didn't like
doing the reports.
Grandma, our girl's got
her clothes back on.
Tell Henry we're done.
The Deputy Defence
Minister of Russia
is visiting the front
line in Ukraine.
And here's his secret itinerary.
Nice work.
And if this, uh
Leo.
Winds up Valhalla
brigade commander,
he could become one hell
of an asset, down the line.
Traveling with the minister,
in charge of his
security detail,
is one Colonel Oleg Dimushenko.
Coyote's being handed over
to Dimushenko? Why him?
Volchok know him personally?
He's a former lieutenant
of his, protégé,
promoted to colonel in the FSB.
And then intel director at the
Russian Ministry of Defense.
And my guess is Volchok
wants a meeting with
his defense minister.
The general has
political ambitions.
Nice. Mind the gap.
Valhalla's a fortress
while he's in charge.
He's paranoid about security.
That's why we've
never gotten inside.
Paranoia is his superpower.
Well, there's only
one place on this list
I know we can't use.
The clinic. Operation
Felix, right?
You know nothing about that.
Which is why I've told Leo
the clinic is the handover.
You did what?
We need any edge we can get.
This is hostile territory.
If we've got units
on the ground, I
want to use 'em.
Y-You have no idea what
that operation even is.
How dare you fuck a mission
that isn't even ours?
It's all one mission.
Tell that to Langley.
Tell that to the Pentagon.
Tell them we've redeployed a
high-priority JSOC covert op.
We can't. They'll
lose their shit.
And I'll lose my job.
We'll make it their call.
Which is more important?
Coyote or Felix?
Listen. Listen. I cut you
a ton of slack, Martian,
but this is over the
line. We make decisions
with, not against, each other.
If it was you out there,
would you want a
bunch of meetings
about how to save your
life, or just one?
You are a fucking cog, Martian!
Like all of us.
You're not the whole
goddamn machine.
Do you even know
what you've done?
Felix is a three-man op
one Delta and two
Ukrainian Special Forces.
That's a kill team, Henry.
One sniper plus a long
and short spotter.
The clinic is a trap.
But if they think they can take
out a Russian cabinet minister
and get out alive?
It's a kamikaze mission.
What have I done, Henry?
I just saved everyone
in Felix's life.
What did I tell you?
What did I specifically
say not to fuck with,
because this is so
important, so secret,
even I don't want
to know about it?
Because if it gets out,
if it goes to shit,
my office has no deniability.
You are on really thin ice here.
What if they decide
to go ahead with Felix
instead of rescuing
Coyote? What then?
Would you?
Tell JSOC to send in a team.
Your Coyote rescue is a go.
What'd you say to him?
As you
probably could hear,
he did all the talking.
Okay.
Chekov
is still coming,
but you have new orders.
What? We're an abort?
We've been planning
this for months.
It's not an abort.
Your position here
is not wasted.
Priorities change.
You will be eyes on the ground
for a Blue Light deploying
here in six hours.
Delta are taking out our target?
Why? Why? We can do this.
Your target is no
longer the objective.
Fuck.
What is?
Classified.
You assist positioning
the Blue Light team.
No other objective.
Then, you extract with them.
End of mission.
This is fucking bullshit.
What the fucking fuck?
He'll be right here.
What, we're supposed to
just grin and do nothing?
- You don't have the big picture.
- What big picture?
All these months of
work, of risks, for what?
Fuck this, man.
Listen, you're soldiers.
You're redeployed. We
do what we're told.
All right?
Do you want our help
in this war or not?
My country's at war, not yours.
You haven't been invaded.
You don't know how it feels.
Now am I supposed to, what,
smile and shake
my enemies' hand?
There's more at stake
here than your pride,
or else they wouldn't
be doing this.
Are your orders clear?
Sir, yes, sir.
Clear.
Fucked up, but clear.
Good.
News on Dr. Samia Zahir.
I spoke to the Horn
of Africa CJTF.
Have they found
out where she is?
Embassy announced
she's touring East Asia
for the Centre for
Cultural Heritage.
No one's questioning
her absence.
But NSC did track
Mr. Dalaga's private jet
to a runway at Khartoum Airport.
She could've boarded
any flight from here.
A cell phone cluster met
Dalaga's jet on arrival.
Traveled to Kober prison,
which, since the riot
and prison break,
is now controlled by the
RSF-Janjaweed militias.
H of A think they're
using it as a black site.
Want me to relay
this to Martian?
Don't tell Martian anything.
I'll brief him myself.
Kravitsky. Volchok.
SAC are downstairs.
Must be getting close.
Let's run it, from the top.
- Okay.
- Go over the whole play,
see if anything squeaks.
You know Coyote
better than anyone.
We need you thinking like
him for the next 48 hours.
Drawing on everything you know.
Just wanted to say good luck.
Thank you.
One of ours is lost.
Tomorrow, you bring him home.
You
want to hear how?
Take a seat.
Wouldn't that breach protocol?
She doesn't have the
proper clearance.
She just said it.
One of us is lost.
Let me run it for
you. Fresh eyes.
See if you spot a hole.
You know I want to.
You got me home safe.
Help us.
Thank you.
Coyote is being held
by a Russian mercenary
group called Valhalla,
commanded by General Volchok.
He's going to be handed over
to FSB Colonel Oleg Dimushenko.
Dimushenko is
currently in Ukraine,
escorting the Russian
Deputy Defence Minister
on a tour of the front.
We started by trying to identify
how the handoff to the
Russian security services
would be taking place.
We flipped one of
Volchok's closest aides,
and, through him,
obtained the itinerary
for the Comrade
Minister's visit.
On that list was
a medical clinic.
A photo op was planned there.
Ukrainian Special Forces had
a kill mission in
place called Felix.
We've redeployed those
personnel in order
to position a rescue team.
The idea, now, is to put
enough pressure on our man
inside Valhalla's base
so he directs Volchok
into a kill zone.
If successful,
mercenaries holding Coyote will
arrive at Felix noon tomorrow.
We spring the trap, get our boy.
That's it.
Incredible work.
This is all of us.
Everything you've got.
No matter what happens tomorrow,
we all know what it took
just to get to this point.
Let's get it done.
The greatest
punishment of treachery?
The faces of the
people who trust you.
Faith
hope
a common goal.
Something I'd never know again.
Coyote could still make it back.
I knew I never would.
Excuse me.
Welcome aboard Flight MA714.
Please make sure all
baggage is stowed safely
in the locker above
you or under your seat.
Our flight time today to Tehran
will be six hours
and 20 minutes.
"Climbing Up the
Walls" by Radiohead ♪
I am the key to the
lock in your house ♪
That keeps your
toys in the basement ♪
But if you get
too far inside ♪
You'll only see
my reflection ♪
It's always best
with the covers up ♪
I am the pick in the ice ♪
Do not cry out
or hit the alarm ♪
You know we're
friends till we die ♪
But either way you turn ♪
I'll be there ♪
Open up your skull ♪
I'll be there ♪
Climbing up the walls ♪
It's always best
when the light is off ♪
It's always better
on the outside ♪
15 blows to the
back of your head ♪
15 blows to your mind ♪
That either way he turns ♪
I'll be there ♪
Climbing up the walls ♪