Agent X

(OVER RADIO) Okay, I'm with our boy. Where are the feds?

Don't worry. They'll show.

They better.

I canceled a date with a new ballerina I met.

You know, for a so-called mentor,

you're a terrible influence.

The ability to resist corruption is key to your training.

Raymond Marks, we honor your sacrifice.

- Heads up. Here come the feds. - (BRAKE SQUEALS)

Move, slowly.

- Enjoy. - Get your hands off me.

And another scumbag vanishes into Witness Protection.

Tell me we did good.

We chose the lesser of the two evils.

Place your hand on the Bible, John.

I'd rather be beyond good and evil.

Time to call my tiny dancer.

- Hold on. - What?

"I, John Case, do solemnly swear..."

I, John Case, do solemnly swear...

The woman who just got in the car,

she was down here on the dock.

To protect the Republic

against all enemies, foreign and domestic...

- She had a purse. - Ray, get off the boat!

You gotta get off the boat, Ray!

By any and all means necessary.

Get off now!

- Ray, you gotta go! - Help me!

So help me god.

Congratulations, son.

Your training period is officially over.

He thinks he could've

found the bomb sooner.

But you told him it wasn't his fault, right?

No, sir.

Why not?

Because he's more useful to us this way.

I don't know!

Hector, how'd you become a big-time drug dealer

when you can't lie for shit? I swear I don't know!

That's even less convincing.

Maybe you need a crash course in acting. What do you think?

We're heading towards a cliff, bro.

Yeah, and I'm losing patience.

Who sold Diablo the yellowcake?

We're gonna die, bro!

Yeah, probably.

Hugo Tulum!

- (GEARS) - (SHIFT GEARS)

The leader of the people's liberation front of Chiapas?

He trades yellowcake for arms.

What about our recently deceased C.I.A. director?

I don't know. You gotta believe me.

- I ...Yeah, yeah, all right. - I'm convinced.

You need a ride?

Unh-unh. No, that's okay, jefe. Keep my car.

I'll walk.

You were bluffin'.

You weren't gonna go off that cliff, right?

I don't know.

Man.

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Director Lawson, Josh Robin, El Diablo...

Every day, the web of this conspiracy grows,

and we still don't know who's at the center of it.

Unfortunately, our players keep dying.

Why would gray be helping Hugo Tulum

trade yellowcake uranium for arms?

And why would they be pushing radioactive material

out into the black market?

You want me to head to Chiapas, bring Tulum in?

No, too risky.

We could blow up their mines.

They'd just rebuild them.

What would you like to do?

Jefferson Smith: All you people

don't know about lost causes.

Mr. Payne does.

He said once they were the only causes worth fighting for.

And he fought for them once,

for the only reason that any man ever fights for them.

Because of just one plain, simple rule...

Love thy neighbor.

And in this world today filled with hatred,

a man who knows that one rule has a great trust.

I watch this every time I have a crisis of faith in this town.

Right now, you're entitled to a little bit of doubt.

Doubt?

I'm rapidly approaching paranoia.

I don't know who's got my back and who's stabbing it.

You just might be the only person I can trust now.

Given that, may I have a moment of your time?

I have something that might be of interest to you.

The strongest lead we have

in the conspiracy against you is Hugo Tulum.

Mexico's number one political terrorist.

- Yeah. - I'm not sure he'll be very cooperative.

He may be, if we turn him from enemy to ally.

And on a global level,

we also have the possibility of ending a major nuclear threat.

Excuse me, sir.

You wanna broker peace talks

between the Mexican government and the P.L.F.?

Yes.

We do it in secret. Small circle.

Me, Tulum, and the Mexican secretary of the interior.

To sweeten the deal, we add to our anti-narcotics package.

Bribery.

Checkbook diplomacy.

They'll say yes.

All right. Good luck.

Thank you, sir.

(BRAKE SQUEALS, HORN HONKS)

Go see what's happening.

- (SILENCED GUNSHOT) - Uhh!

You'll like the Caymans.

Nobody has a last name.

Oh, don't tell me. Tell Secretary Castillo.

If pronouncing my name with a Castillian accent

was meant to make me ashamed of my Spanish heritage,

then you failed.

We're all Mexican.

Some of us more than others.

Let's leave the schoolyard insults out of this,

and remember and focus on why we are all here.

John, status update?

No, everything's great... except for the part

where the negotiation almost broke down

- on the tarmac. - What happened?

- We're at the airport... - (CASTILLO SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

About to head to the undisclosed location,

and out of the blue, Tulum accuses Castillo

of plotting to shoot down

his helicopter.

Oh, well, he's probably still miffed

over those five assassination attempts.

Fortunately, the vice-president came up with

an ingenious solution.

Well?

She put us all together

on a Mexican military chopper.

Ah. Mutually assured destruction.

Fear will beat trust any day.

A Macuahuitl.

Mayan war club.

It's rare to see one

with the obsidian edges intact like that.

I'm sorry. Who are you?

I'm a student of history.

You're not sitting with the other secret service agents.

I don't like 'em.

You're C.I.A.

- You speak English very well. - My father taught me.

He learned it in California when he was a farm worker.

But I'm sure you read that in my C.I.A. file.

Dang it. You caught me.

If you folks care to look out the starboard window,

in just a few moments, you'll get a pretty good view

of the recently discovered Ixtapa ruins.

Everyone talks about the Mayans' vast knowledge

of astronomy and mathematics.

Nobody talks about their military genius.

I didn't realize the Mayan empire extended this far north.

You study the Maya much?

My husband and I toured the ruins near Tonina.

When the Europeans were still in the dark ages,

you guys were mapping the stars.

We're already sitting here.

Come again?

You don't have to flatter us.

You wanted us here, and here we are.

I saw that. What?

- You rolled your eyes. - I just looked at the vice president.

Actually, you did. You rolled your eyes.

You're right. My apologies, madam.

Of course the man with the polished shoes

admits he's wrong to the woman with the silk blouse.

You can't have slaves without war.

You can't have war without weapons.

I mean, look at this thing.

It's so simple and elegant.