CHAOS

I'm Agent Rick Martinez.

Let me be the first to welcome you to the CIA.

And this is the story of America's great house of spies.

You've heard of office politics?

Ours come with poison pills and guns.

Spy trap.

I knew this was going to be a fiasco.

I've been assigned to a special covert unit,

conceived to go where others can't,

and to do what others won't,

whether the mission's authorized or not.

We each have our own special skill, Martinez.

I lead, Billy charms people,

Casey hurts people, and you translate.

We are the ODS, last of the old-school spies.

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This intelligence could help bring

wrongly imprisoned Americans home.

And you're basing this rather grandiose claim on what?

My asset. He has extensive contacts.

Which you can't verify.

That's why I am going into the field.

Blindly walking into the lion's den

to face a man you've never met.

Whose trust I've been working to earn for the last six months.

Via e-mail.

Have you been tweeting him as well?

Sir, you know turning an asset can be a very delicate dance.

And one false step can land you on your face.

Dozens of Americans

have disappeared all around the world

all held by any number

of political and criminal organizations.

I'm well aware of the problem of kidnapping for profit.

My asset has given them solid intel in the past.

He's the real deal.

If he can help reunite one family,

isn't that worth the risk?

Is he ready?

We all have to go solo at some point.

There's very little downside if he screws up.

Which he probably will.

You kick the baby bird out of the nest too soon...

splat.

Well...

that's two out of three.

I'm gonna give you the go-ahead, Mr. Martinez.

Try not to... go "splat."

Baby bird?

As Higgins said, you do "tweet."

What's the problem, Martinez?

You got the green light.

Out in the field, turning his first asset.

They grow up so fast.

There. That's the problem.

That felt like a parent-teacher conference in there.

I'm not a child.

I've saved your lives.

Probably.

How many more times do I have to keep proving myself

before you guys stop treating me like the new guy

and just start treating me like the guy?

Fair enough.

But if you're heading off to Bangkok,

you need to go see the doc first.

Why? I've already had all my inoculations.

Oh, it's not about shots.

Let's talk about prostitution.

What?

Whenever our newer operatives journey to certain locales--

your Macaus, your Rio de Janeiros, your Bangkoks--

the Agency wants them to go in prepared.

You'd be surprised at how many fine young people go over there

with the best of intentions

only to find themselves

falling prey to carnal temptation.

Whether it's massage parlors, sex shows

or the infinite number of women, men and ladyboys

ready to service your deepest desires.

I'm going to write you a prescription for antibiotics,

purely preventative.

I want you to listen to me.

I am not curious about sex shows or ladyboys

or anything other than my mission.

Fine.

You're not leaving here without a goody bag.

Congratulations.

I heard your first solo mission was approved.

Thanks. Don't you want to see

if I have my my milk money packed, too?

Excuse me? I'm just kidding.

Just...

everybody around here's acting like

I'm heading out the front door

to my first day of kindergarten.

Well, if you've got some dinner money packed,

I could be persuaded to join you on a celebratory date tonight.

I wish.

It's only three hours until my flight.

Oh.

Uh...

would you care to brief me

on the particulars of this mission, Operative Martinez?

No, that's not me.

That's... the doctor.

It's required.

Enjoy Bangkok.

I will.

But not that way.

Mmm.

Is that the money?

$10,000, like we agreed on.

Let me see it.

Where's the disk?

Money first.

Uh-uh.

You've seen what I've got.

All I see is a computer disk.

It could be filled with junk.

A chance you'll have to take.

You know, I try to think the best of people, I really do,

but I had a feeling you were gonna pull something like this.

What is that? It's blue dye.

You open this without the right combination,

and the canister blows.

Then all you'll have is a bunch of worthless, ink-stained paper.

Now... the disk?

It's not junk.

The combination is 7-1-4.

You set me up!

Okay, up until 30 seconds ago, that looked flawless.

What the hell are you guys doing here?!

Aw, relax, Martinez.

We wanted to provide a little backup

just in case. We just saved your ass.

You might want to show a tad more gratitude.

You got my ass kicked!

I was doing fine until you guys got here.

This is my asset,

by the way, okay?

I'm supposed to be the point man.

I'm supposed to be the only man!

Too much turmeric.

All right, let's see what your maiden voyage yielded.

I still can't believe you guys did this.

Martinez, we are a team, okay?

It's what we do.

And this isn't about you.

We look for any excuse

to come to Bangkok.

Excessive turmeric notwithstanding.

How much cash did you give the asset?

Ten thou. Why?

You might as well have flushed it down the toilet.

What are you talking about?

Look. There's names, photos.

It's loaded with intel.

Intel that's five years old.

That's Henrik Sundstrom.

Captured, released, retired.

What?

And that's Cappy Wilson.

He's been dead for a year and a half.

Died in captivity?

No. He fell down the stairs in his house.

I...

I don't understand.

You sold the family cow

for a handful of magic beans, Jack.

Well, we're in Bangkok, the night's still young, right?

So get in and let's go on before the flight home.

First time in Bangkok, Martinez?

Yes, sir.

I'd hate to think that long, long flight was a complete loss.

You know what I think about when I read a report like this?

That there's a hardworking middle-class American

in this great country of ours that doesn't know it,

but every dime of his or her taxes

just went scooting down an alley in Thailand.

Sir...

Ms. Carson, sir.

She says it's extremely important.

Sir? Yes?

There's something on this that you need to see.

Do we know who this man is?

Yes. He's a British contractor named George Kelling.

Kidnapped from his home in Mexico City.

His family paid the ransom, he was released.

But the person of interest is this man here.

We ran this through our facial recognition software.

It's Carson Simms.

Is that meaningful?

You could say that.

Carson Simms was presumed killed

three years ago in North Africa

on a mission.

But Kelling was kidnapped less than a year ago.

So Simms didn't die in North Africa after all.

Wait a minute.

This guy is one of ours?