The Agency

Go out again for any reason,

men in Khartoum will arrest your family.

Do I make myself clear?

You're okay.

You're still in London. You're safe.

Nowhere is safe.

Let me think about this. Let me work it out.

Someone closed distance

on Poppy like they were about to run a kidnap.

Good thing our street team was on deck, huh?

Start anywhere you like.

There are secret negotiations

taking place in London.

I believe Samia Zahir

to be of enormous value.

And you want us to recruit her?

I think we have to.

She still in love with you?

- Yes. - Can we use that?

- If I get the chance. - I see opportunity here.

Langley would eat this up with a spoon.

Go get her.

Where's Coyote?

- General Volchok. - The Russians have him.

Orekhov made contact with Volchok today.

The target was isolated with only three people present.

- Who's the third? - His secretary.

Orekhov heard him call her Sylviya.

Paul?

No.

My name isn't Paul.

I'm here to tell the truth

so that when you leave this room,

you know the danger you're in.

What are you talking about?

Your colleague Osman.

He suspects me.

He's been following me.

He wants to know where I go, what I do.

If he keeps looking, he'll discover who I am.

Who are you?

You're a spy.

Who do you work for?

The CIA.

My department sent me to Addis.

I had a mission, but I also had a life.

In that life, I met you.

I don't know what you're saying.

I never spied on you, Sami. You were never a target.

When they ordered me to return, I left,

but I couldn't forget about you.

And when I heard you were in London...

- I need to leave... - The people

who brought you here, if they find out

who I am, they'll assume you work for me.

You'll be killed.

But we can protect you.

- "We"? - Samia...

The fucking CIA?

Yes, the fucking CIA.

The CIA knows about you,

they know about the secret talks here in London.

How do they know?

How?

Because I told them.

You spoke to a foreign agency?

- I tried to fix it on my own. - You've killed me.

I couldn't, now I need...

- No. No. - to protect you.

To protect me?

The Agency needs to know about the negotiations.

They know the Chinese are in the room.

They need someone in the same room, too.

So you want to use me.

In exchange for protection.

Yes.

Right.

You lying piece of dog shit.

- I will never... - Samia, listen to me...

I will never betray my country.

They will find out about us,

and when they do, your country will arrest you

and torture and kill you.

And when they arrest me, they will be wrong,

but my conscience will be clear.

How about yours, Paul?

Or whatever your name is.

- Please, Samia... - Let go of me.

take a day.

Let go.

- Sami. - I said let go.

I told you nothing.

So, what did he say?

Samia?

Um, they don't want me missing any more seminars.

And your visa?

I behave, be a good girl, do my studies,

it will be fine.

Let's go.

Terrible fucking day.

It started off bad. Look at it now.

- It's not over. - Martian screwed the approach.

Contact was clean, offer was made.

- Ball's in her court. - What am I supposed

to tell Langley?

I promised them ears in the room.

- What if she blows the whistle? - Well, they pack up their tent,

- hop the next camel and move. - Yeah.

The next time we hear about it, it's gonna be on the news.

And the history books.

Not helpful.

Seriously...

how did the Chinese get so far ahead of us on this one?

This one?

Better in English so no one understands us.

If you leave,

the general will find out we meet here once a month.

What do you want?

Tell me what you do for General Volchok.

I'm his secretary.

I bring posts, answer phones, type emails.

Do you clean his glasses?

I don't understand.

We need something you have access to.

Something he always has on him.

Does he wear a ring?

A watch he takes off to wash?

This is crazy.

He sees and hears everything.

He probably knows you are here.

Just get us something we can use.

Trust me, and nothing will happen to you.

I promise.

What is that worth to me?

So I'm supposed to believe

this is a total coincidence.

The Chinese have their largest military base

outside of the mainland in Djibouti.

They're letting these Houthi pirates do this.

Well, even if it is coincidence,

we're still fucked.

Now the Chinese can say they need security

for their shipping routes.

More attacks, and they suddenly want a port further north.

And if this peace deal gets signed,

then every cargo box through the Suez

passes under the nose and guns of the Chinese Navy.

Planes from a carrier in Port Sudan

could hit any European capital.

Yeah, in case you forgot, that's you guys.

- Not us guys. You. - So you want, you want us

to try and push China around?

No, I want you to sit there in your tweeds and do nothing.

I don't know if you heard,

but London hasn't been able

to make the Chinese blink since the 1800s.

It's your Great Game now.

I'm here to blow on your dice.

We got to get in that room.

What the hell's he doing here?

Huh? Oh, Bosko wanted a China wonk to discuss

this whole Sudan mess with.

British liaison tapped Richardson.

That a problem? Thought you guys...

...were mates?

Yeah.

You think he might take her to Iran?

Possible.

Rose is bright, same level as Jerome.

She's been around longer than me.

And what are you gonna do?

I don't know. I can't scare her off.

Rose isn't a total pussy like Jerome.

Do what you were trained to do.

Get close, be a friend,

work out where, when and how to strike.

Okay?

Okay.

His assistant took this,

sent it to us.

We've, uh, we've made a like-for-like match.

If we're a go, we can age and patina them

to make them look identical.

Will the assistant, uh...

Mrs. Sylviya Barazna.

Will she hold up?

Hard to gauge.

Can't you guys just track his phone?

He uses a burner he changes every few days.

His entire staff isn't allowed to bring phones near him.

My read is, she's more scared of him than us.