- To Jaz. - Oh, knock it off.
That was a hell of a shot, Jaz.
Yeah, you saved my ass.
Your ass is drunk.
- Mine isn't. - You're enabling.
I'm exiting the sausage party.
Hola.
Hi.
What are we toasting?
Nothing.
Unless you'll join us.
Paloma.
Uh, perdón...
We need another uno más d...
That.
You know my name.
I don't know yours.
I'm Walter.
You're American?
Canadian. We're like American-lite.
To whatever you were toasting, Walter the Canadian.
And his friends.
Salud.
You all right?
Okay, that's our cue.
So, what do you do, Walter?
Um, I guess you could say I'm...
Like a professional problem solver.
My lucky day.
Really?
Do you have a problem I can solve?
I have an empty glass.
How's that a problem?
That's just an opportunity.
What are you, working on your lone-wolf look?
- Woof. - Solid.
I thought so.
All right, so...
Cepheus.
Andromeda.
Perseus.
Is that you or the whiskey talking?
Come on, when you were a kid
you never sat out, stared up at the stars?
I'm from New York City.
I didn't even know there were stars.
- Right. - And the only people
laying outside in my neighborhood
were waiting on chalk outlines.
Okay, so these five right here, right.
It's Cassiopeia.
Yeah, she was a vain queen,
never allowed the set below the surface of the ocean.
Apparently she pissed off Poseidon,
insulted some sea nymphs.
Vain queen.
What? Is that some kind of message?
Well, if the shoe fits.
Sorry. Cactus.
You're so beautiful.
So are you.
Hey.
I saw your tattoo.
Good morning to you too.
What kind of soldier are you?
I'm just a medic.
My mom was a nurse, and she didn't want me to enlist so...
That was our compromise.
But the tattoo is for Special Forces.
American, not Canadian.
I should get going.
Walter isn't your name, is it?
What kind of medic has a cover ID?
Who the hell are you?
The daughter of a spy with a problem.
And you solve problems.
Please.
My father's name is Ivan Sokolov.
He's here, guest lecturing at the University
where I am a grad student, but he leaves tomorrow.
He wants to defect.
I can't help you with that.
I mean, tell your dad to go see the consulate.
Another Russian spy visited your consulate.
They turned her down and she was killed two days later.
Please.
You must know someone who could help.
Back up.
What time did you meet this woman?
Roughly 3:00 at a local, um...
restaurant.
And when did she divulge this information?
Roughly 9:00.
Over breakfast?
You do realize that attractive women
seducing intelligence professionals
is the absolute oldest game in the book.
All right, what do we know?
All right, we've got Ivan Sokolov.
Professor, lecturer.
No oligarch cronies.
He's got no bank accounts
that don't match his salary.
The daughter claims he's a 30-year veteran
in the Russian intelligence community,
My problem is no one has them
on their radar as a spy,
not the CIA, not the NSA,
not MI6.
What about the daughter?
The daughter was born in Spain,
attended European boarding schools after her mom died.
Then she did University up in Madrid,
and she's now doing post-grad
down here in Seville.
Nothing to indicate that she's intelligence either.
Well, if this man were actually high-level veteran
of the SVR, his defection could be crucial
to our national security.
That's not what it feels like.
No, it feels like a set-up.
But whatever the case,
I want to know who's targeting my team.
Make contact. Don't get killed.
And try to keep McGuire's pants on.
Any girl.
You could have picked any girl in Spain.
Instead you pick the half-Russian spy daughter.
Technically, she picked me.
Corazon, what's wrong?
What was so important you wanted to meet?
This. Now don't turn around.
She's going to pat you down.
What is it?
They're here to help.
Paloma, what have you done?
Okay, we're gonna walk this way.
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So.
We've been told you're a 30-year veteran
of Russian Intelligence
who would like to defect.
I'm a...
History lecturer.
Hm.
I guess we're done here.
Papa,
speak to them, please.
Look.
I get it.
You think that this could be a set-up.
Your people testing your loyalty.
If that were the case...
She would not be here.
If you're SVR, you know who I am.
If you don't, you're nowhere near the level of agent
our country would consider defecting.
Patricia Campbell.
Deputy Director, Defense Intelligence Agency.
Well, I'd like to say I recognize you too,
but I don't, which is a problem.
Defection is a political minefield
our government only walks into
for a high-level operative.
You had no idea that she did this, did you?
Why would your daughter risk outing you
to a foreign government
if you didn't put her up to it?
It's not like I have not thought about it,
discussed it with her, but...
why she seized upon this moment...
I can only guess it's because I have a cancer...
And she's trying to save my life.
Last I checked, there were oncologists in Russia.
Once a spy nears retirement,
they become a liability to the Kremlin.
Whereas your country would be incentivized
to save me at any cost.
It would be more convenient to mine if I...
succumb.
Like I said, we don't disappear people
we've never heard of.
Miss Campbell,
the fact that you don't know me
it's either proof I am negligible,
or proof I am the best.
But for me to believe that, you would need to prove
actionable intelligence that directly threatens
our national security.
And what guarantee
would I have by giving you
this would result in my defection?
None. But last I checked,
this was your last day in Spain.
What other choices do you have?
There is a contractor in your NSA,
spilling secrets to Moscow even as we speak.
Anybody could make that claim.
Her name is Megan James.
Would anyone know that?
Megan Alice James. NSA Contractor. SIGINT.
Wow. If there's a mole in signals intelligence,
she could be the next Aldrich Ames.
That's a big "if."
Yeah, but it's one we can't ignore.
Ames got 25 CIA assets
captured or killed.
Unmasked hundreds of others.
Which is why I need everything we've got
on Megan James now.
All right.
- What do you think? - I don't like it.
We run defections. Not the other way around.
I agree, but I don't know what you want me to do here.
I can't sit on him.
He's got a lecture at the university today.
And if he's legit, the Russians can't know
that we've made contact.
And if it's a trap?
And you go back into to play,
you're at risk.
Well then I guess you guys better vet
that NSA contractor quickly then.
In the meantime, your team are ghosts.
Boo.
Switching.
All right, everybody listen up.
Here's the plan.
Preach and Amir, I want you
to go with the girl.
Search her place.
The rest of us will keep an eye on dad.
Hey, Top, look.
Maybe I should go with Preach.
I mean, I'm either the one she used or the one
that she trusted. The former's not gonna happen again.
The latter might actually help.
And besides, Amir looks more like he should be
in history lecture than me.
All right, I've got a preliminary background
on Megan James.
Parents are Mary and Joseph James,
they own a small carpentry business in Lake of the Ozarks.
Great.
We've just proven she's Jesus.
Got a computer science degree from Princeton,
recruited her final postgraduate year at MIT.
Yeah, and the NSA vetted her for weeks.
Look, how are we gonna get what the NSA couldn't in 24 hours?
We're not. You are.
Congratulations.
You've just graduated to covert operative.
I want to thank you all
for coming in on such short notice.
My name is Michael Burns.
I am the Special Projects Director here at the DIA,
Now, your NSA supervisors have been gracious enough
to loan me your brain power for the day.
If you're as good as I have been told,
this should only take a few hours.
Now, done right, it will tighten the technical loophole
that could allow foreign governments to access
and download Intel from one of our covert
geo-spatial satellites.
So I hope you brought your capes
'cause this is super hero stuff.
Let's get started.
How's he doing?
Surprisingly confident.
And you made sure she's a kid
- in a candy store? - Oh, yeah.
If she's got a sweet tooth, we will know about it.
The uplink is full of bogus tech specs
the Russians would love to get their hands on,
but it's all rigged.
Anything she copies, pastes, saves, downloads
it will raise a flag.
I want you to get granular
on her personal life.
College records, former roommates,
student government affiliations.
- Treason doesn't just happen. - On it.
We're sweeping your apartment for bugs.
He's gonna need your laptop and your cell phone.
Intelligence analyst will access them remotely.
- Let's connect D.C. - All right.
- I'm on the sweep. - Okay.
What's your real name?
We're pass that.
I drank too much last night
because my heart was broken for my father.
Maybe I brought you home as a distraction,
but it was not to use you.
Best laid plans, right?
It wasn't until this morning,
clear-headed, seeing your tattoo that...
I dared to think that you could help him.
Wouldn't you do the same for your father.
I never had one.
Then for your mother, the nurse?
I'm not lying to you.
It's clean.
Class is out.
He's heading to the guest lecturer's office now.
All right. Stay with him.
If he really is SVR, he could be slippery.
Uh...
You don't really blame McGuire, do you?
A ten-year-old could make better romantic decisions.
Okay, historically he has made
- some pretty hasty liaisons. - Yeah, you think?
The guy's pants hit the ground any faster,
he'd be travelling back in time.
Hey, there's no rule against blowing off steam.
No, there's not, but you've got to learn
to trust your intuition, okay?
And you certainly don't let yourself get compromised
- when you're downrange. - Right, okay,
because you could just look at a woman
and intuit her intentions?
Oh, you're amazing.
Come on, then. Go ahead.
Tell me what these little lady eyes are thinking.
That's not even a challenge.
- Oh, really? - Yeah.
Come on. Go ahead.
Hang on.
- Blue jacket. - Yeah.
Whoever he is, he's alone.
He's someone.
He's doing perimeter sweeps.
You think the Spanish government found out
- who Ivan is? - Maybe.
Maybe he's got a Russian shadow.
Maybe this is all a set-up, who knows.
Too many variables.
All right, stay here.
- You going down there? - Yeah.
Try to get a better look before things go sideways.
Shoulder holster. Top?
Yeah, I see it. Everybody stay calm.
Nobody does anything until we know
what we're dealing with.
Hopefully DIA lets us know
whether or not Ivan's worth getting our hands dirty
before this whole thing steps off.
Excuse me.
She's patching the code like she's supposed to.
No alarm bells.
And you sure there's no way
- she's writing this down? - The room is clean.
And the only intel worth leaking
is complex calibration math.
Only way it's leaving that room is digitally.
This woman does not read national traitor.
Well, maybe that's why she was recruited.
If she was recruited.
What do you think?
Excuse me, Michael?
- Oh, uh, that's good. - Thank you.
Ah, it's Megan, right?
Only when I'm not in tights.
It's a super hero joke, the cape, tights.
Ah, got it.
Yeah, I'm way better at coding than comedy.
I hope so.
That was a joke too. Oh.
So I'm just looking for the bathroom.
Oh, yeah, it's just down the hall to your left.
- Okay, thanks. - Yeah.
Drinks?
Muslim?
Fighting for you faith or is it against it?
Confusing times.
Not to me.
You think I'm playing?
I'm commiserating.
I too am a casualty of people fighting themselves.
When I trained, communism was falling.
I believed a great democracy was still possible.
Ironic, right?
Professor of history failing to see the inevitability
of his own government's cyclical return
to dictatorship.
- So why stay? - Hm.
Why support a system you don't believe in?
Paloma's mother died when she was eight.
She became what I believed in.
Everything else, means to an end.
To defect
would be to risk never seeing her or, worse,
to be found out and killed.
Who would take care of her then?
It's easy to stand on principle until it's the people you love
who will suffer from it.
That will be my handler.
We are to meet tomorrow.
I don't like this.
His handler calls with a possible hitter parked outside.
Ivan answers it maybe your guy goes active.
If he doesn't answer it,
then the Russians could know that something's up.
Amir, tell him to put it on speaker.
Speaker.
_
Hannah, check our database.
See if there are any intercepted phone calls
that could identify this handler by his voice.
Got it.
_
Dalton, he's pulling him early.
Yeah, yeah, I heard that.
_
We're gonna need more time than that
to vet Ivan's intelligence on Megan.
If they're testing Ivan and he doesn't pass...
Say yes.
_
We just lost 20 hours.
But got a match.
Sergei Boginskov. SVR Colonel. Known handler.
That's something. It's not enough.
What's Noah got on the girl?
She hasn't taken the bait.
What about her background?
Squeaky.
I want you to break into her place.
Wouldn't that be NSA's jurisdiction?
We asked their permission on the false flag.
She could have been tipped off.
We need to do this fast and in-house.
If we're right, they'll forgive us.
And if we're wrong?
They'll never know. Dalton.
Ivan's handler is real.
This confirms that he's intelligence
but not that he's high enough level to defect,
or that this isn't a trap.
This isn't a trap.
It's a hit.
Amir, time to get Ivan out of there.
We have to go.
Now.
All right, entering now.
Amir, south exit, down the stairs.
Copy.
- We clear? - No, negative.
Tango two's heading towards you.
Come on.
Tango one's heading to the office.
- Top, I've got a shot. - No.
There's no way. There's too many civilians.
Why do I have the feeling our friends
won't have the same reservation.
Tango one just swept the office
with a secondary and realized Ivan's in the wind.
Heading toward the south exit.
No. Double back.
You're never going to make it.
Your people have taken care of the problem?
Of course.
Or maybe not.
Top.
_
Amir and Ivan are in the clear.
Russians lost him.
- Not Russian. - What?
I said they're not Russian.
By the sound of the accents, they're South American.
So whatever Ivan's up to,
we're not the only players in town.
I don't suppose you're going
to make this easy for me, are you?
Why so many cards?
Ah.
20 minutes faster than the estimate.
People in Silicon Valley
still think that women don't belong in tech.
But they're just mad I kicked their ass in "Halo."
So how does it feel?
Saving the world.
Sexy.
How'd I look doing it?
Good.
I mean, professional.
Ah, yes.
Swoon.
I'll see you around.
- Hey, anything? - No.
But she's on the move. What about you?
Nothing. Not yet anyway.
You've got to keep her on the line.
- Whoa. - Sorry.
- Wow. - Yeah.
Uh, my bad.
Did I forget something or...
Yeah. No.
Because lunch mostly.
And how I'd like to have it with you.
But didn't plan on asking so awkwardly.
Look, I really got to go.
You looked better than good...
Saving the world.
How much better?
Well, I...
I could tell you, but then
you'd have grounds for harassment suit and...
I really like my job.
So maybe I could buy you lunch instead.
Okay.
Here's what I know.
You claimed to be Russian intelligence.
Your association with Sergei Boginskov
potentially confirms this.
However, we have no proof of your supposed cancer,
and as of yet,
no confirmation that the Intel you gave us is true.
What we have proof of is an attempt on your life
by agents we don't believe to be Russian.
They were Venezuelan.
I sold...
bogus weapons technology to the Venezuelan government.
So I guess cancer was just a less incriminating killer
to admit you were running from.
The cancer is real.
It's the reason I sold the bad Intel.
30 years...
of serving a government full of billionaires
and I had...
very little to leave to my daughter.
I...
did not expect them so soon.
You know they'd kill you.
The bullet...
is more humane than the cancer.
Besides, it's not a bad tradeoff for...
a four million dollars of inheritance.
I didn't think they'd come this soon.
I'm sorry for endangering you
and your team.
Thank you for your consideration.
May I?
It's okay.
Sergei may just be anxious to go home.
Come.
For what it's worth...
I believe her.
I do too.
But we still don't have the confirmation he's at the level
that they'll agree to defect.
Yet.
Amir.
You used to bet your life on reading people.
So what are you thinking?
To do what he's done and not be on anyone's radar,
he'd have to be an exceptionally good liar.
So I just want to make this clear.
We have to assume that this man can fool any of us
at any time.
Having said that...
I think he's telling the truth.
Why?
Because if I had a daughter and I was sick,
I'd do exactly the same thing.
Command, get me Patricia.
Yes, Dalton.
Look, let us go to the meet.
This isn't a game, Dalton.
The political implications could be tectonic.
We've already killed a Venezuelan operative
- on Spanish soil. - I understand.
But the majority consensus around here
is that this guy's the real deal.
Meeting an SVR handler won't prove it.
No, but maybe we see something that does.
What's three minutes of observation
for potentially 30 years worth of secrets?
What?
It's so great.
I can believe it.
Oh, uh...
- I'm sorry, this is work. - Yeah.
- Do you mind if I take this? - That's fine.
- Noah. - Hey, Tom.
Yeah, I'm just at lunch with a friend.
Look, I found a notebook.
Looks like something been coded.
Handwritten numbers and the letters
A, J, Q, K.
There are hundreds of sequences.
How high up do the numbers in sequences go?
Just one through ten. Why?
It's not a code.
She didn't download anything. Look, I'll call you back.
You're gonna have to wait for back-up.
Look, there's no time.
Noah.
Damn it.
- Empty your purse. - Excuse me?
Okay, you're potentially in a hell of a lot of trouble.
This is how you prove you shouldn't be.
What the hell are you talking about?
Just do it.
Okay, I have wallet,
phone, keycard, lip gloss,
gun.
I'm not hungry anymore.
Get in. You're driving.
Who do you work for and what do they know?
You're not going to shoot me.
I'm driving.
You're right.
Who do you work for?
You can still make a deal.
Thanks, but I have a contingency plan.
Yeah, me too.
Sorry.
You're not going anywhere.
Hey, look, I'm sorry for getting us all into this.
Who says you should apologize?
I think Jaz is right. I mean...
don't get me wrong, there is a number of things
for which you should apologize.
For example, those mold mittens
that you call showering sandals.
And the way that you eat with your hands
like a caveman.
I'm paleo.
Yeah, but seriously, McG.
You don't have to apologize
for making a connection with someone.
That kind of thing is not common.
Shouldn't be ignored no matter
how difficult the circumstances may be.
I don't know why you're looking at me.
I'm just seeing if you agree with me or not.
Why are you so suddenly perturbed?
I might be about to kill somebody.
Okay, Top shadow, we've got angry Venezuelan killer
number two headed into the park.
He's gonna be on your ten.
How the hell did he find him?
Maybe the Russians gave him up.
I seem to remember our orders being to observe only.
Well, then we're going to observe Ivan's death
because he has no clue this guy's coming at him.
Top.
Yeah, I'm just gonna observe
from a little closer. That's all.
- Just say when. - No.
You're not gonna do it here.
At least not like that.
There's too many people around here.
Somebody's going to see something.
All right Jaz, get ready.
In three...
two...
one.
Dalton, do you copy?
Yeah, I got you.
Ivan's Intel just checked out.
The contractor is a mole.
Well, that's good news.
Why's that?
I'll tell you later.
Top. I've got Ivan on the move.
All right, there's the handler.
Can we intercept him at the airport?
No, no, there's no way
he'll make it that far.
All right, McG, time to hit the road.
Jaz, stay frosty.
Okay, Jaz, now.
All right, that's handler dispatched.
We're gonna get our man back stateside.
Hello, Dalton.
So what's the ex-fil plan?
There isn't one.
You just said his Intel checked out.
There's a mole at the NSA; they're dishing secrets.
The state department doesn't want the political heat
of defecting him.
Our tensions with Russia
and Venezuela are too high.
Yeah, but it's because they're high
that we need to be turning sources like him.
Yes, quietly.
We took out an SVR agent
and killed two Venezuelan Operatives,
all without notifying our friendly host government
of our intent.
I didn't have a choice.
I agree.
But if we wrap him up in an American Flag,
everyone's going to know it was us.
Patricia, I'm telling you
if we cut Ivan loose,
he is a dead man.
Adam,
I'm telling you.
We can't defect him.
Do you understand?
Russian mole in custody.
Not bad for your first time out.
How do you feel?
I was stabbed,
held at gunpoint,
and wrecked a car.
Addictive, right?
The numbers and letters.
You said it wasn't a code.
Yeah, she's a mnemonist.
People who remember long lists
of data over short periods of time.
- Like a photographic memory? - Yeah, but learned.
A, J, Q, K.
Ace, Jack, Queen, King.
They practice by recalling long sequences
of playing cards over short periods of time.
So she didn't have to download the data to steal it.
It was in her head.
But she did have to write it down
or risk losing it.
You said there was no paper.
Not in the conference room.
Bathroom's a different story.
Oh.
It was in her purse.
Along with a gun, apparently.
So how's it feel to be a superhero?
Not as sexy as I thought.
I don't understand.
He proved himself.
Paloma.
They did everything they could.
Thank you.
Thank you for saving me
from Sergei.
I'm sorry we couldn't do more.
Thank you.
You ready?
Yeah.
All right. You guys take care.
- All right? - All right.
You're just like your mother.
If you loved her so much, you would have been with her.
I couldn't.
She was Spanish intelligence.
I was Russian.
We were both under the watchful eye
of our governments.
It was a quick affair,
but make no mistake,
she was the love of my life.
No!
No...
Again.
Stop.
Zoom in.
I'm sorry. We couldn't tell you.
We needed to see your reaction,
and you telling the police I save you,
in order to be certain the ruse would work.
I don't care.
Not now.
- I love you. - I love you too.
My apologies.
I have to get you going.
Yeah.
Bye.
How you feeling?
Hm. Like I was shot in the chest.
Vest or not, those rounds hurt.
My people will want to see a body.
Well, it's too bad for them.
Your daughter's ordered a quick cremation,
and the Spanish government's creating morgue paperwork.
It's nice of them.
Well, it's nice of you.
We agreed to share your intelligence with Spain
once you're back stateside.
Look, to be clear,
you are not defecting.
You are dead, okay?
You and Paloma want to talk to each other,
you go through the DIA
or else you risk exposing yourselves.
In which case, next time you will not be wearing a vest.
Take care of yourself, all right?
All right, you take care.
- ? Between my lungs - Neal? It's Patricia.
I have a dead guy I think you're gonna want to meet.
Hey.
Thank you.
I told you I'm a problem solver.
You are more than that.
You're a good man.
Walter.
Mm.
That's not my actual name.
No?
Bastard.
It's Joseph.
Joseph McGuire.
Nice to meet you.
Joseph McGuire.
It's nice to meet you too.
So, are you going to give him credit?
Give him credit for what?
You were gonna blame him
when you thought this was a fiasco.
It's because the whole thing was a fiasco.
You know, we never did finish that little test of ours.
You know, the whole thing where you could read my mind.
Nope, don't know what you're talking about.
- Want to give it another shot? - Maybe some other time.
Maybe later.
- As in never. - Never sounds good.
Well, fantastic.
Look, here's the thing.
I don't think I need to prove what I already know...
'cause then it just becomes bragging.
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