The Agency

- Are you going somewhere? - I'm leaving.

When did you tell her?

This morning.

It had to happen, I guess.

She never wants to see my face again.

Who pulled me out of Addis in such a hurry?

I mean, who do I have to thank

after six years for the 48-hour notice?

Coyote was arrested.

Shit.

Coyote knows of operations currently ongoing in Ukraine.

Felix, Rattlebox in L'viv.

Suspend upcoming operations.

All covert activities in Russia and Ukraine

may be compromised.

That why I'm back?

I want you to train

a new agent before we ship.

- Where to? - Iran.

In at the deep end.

There's a shallow end?

- How are you settling in? - Good.

Saw my daughter, followed everywhere I go.

Phone's probably tapped.

You calling because of the attack at the university?

- Yes. - I'm alive.

- I'm in London. - Me too.

We should have told him about

the backup tracker.

When you live undercover,

there's all these voices.

Loud voices, quiet voices.

This is everything we could grab.

Great.

What is this stuff?

They're medical packs.

You know, we hand them out to civilians

who come this way trying to escape the front lines.

- You have kids? - Two.

I got these, uh, great coloring books and pens.

- Here, take a few, eh? - Thanks.

Yeah.

Amber light.

Felix is amber.

- Is our cover blown? - Negative.

Stand by.

Hey.

What does this mean?

Ukraine.

Forever.

Free.

Back home, the law would have me...

buried to my neck and stoned to death for adultery.

When I left, I told myself it was for the best.

I thought I could let you go.

Make it all easier for you.

For me.

I have to go.

Do you remember what we said to each other

when we said goodbye?

Yes, I remember.

It was corny.

No, it wasn't.

Not at the time.

You and me, forever.

You and me.

Out of his league.

Not if he's paying for it.

4 a.m. It's a classic hooker checkout.

Maybe they had a fight.

She does not look angry.

She doesn't look like a hooker.

Maybe she has a plane to catch.

With no luggage?

Hey, hey, hey. Wake up.

Here's your bugs. Breakfast.

I'm going home now.

Shower, then work, via the Airlock.

Dr. Rachel Blake.

I'm here to see Foreign Service Support Attaché Henry Ogletree.

Thanks.

Scenario one.

Coyote got drunk, blew his cover.

They take him straight from the police station

to a counterespionage unit.

Now the Belarusian intelligence service has him.

He sobers up.

Says it's bullshit, he was hammered.

What if while he was hammered, he spilled his guts?

Evidence, contacts and--

Or worse, what if he did but he doesn't remember?

Then they would've put him back out in the field as a flytrap,

but they didn't, they made him vanish.

Oh, great. So-so, uh, Coyote-- he got drunk

and he either did or didn't do something he meant

or didn't mean to do that he does or doesn't remember.

Yeah, I've had that hangover. It's brutal.

How long was Coyote at the Department

before being deployed?

Uh, 16 months.

So, 16 months of access

to classified operational data,

protocols, current covert ops.

I'm gonna puke.

Let's go over his legend.

Right. Yeah, so he lives alone,

uh, one-bedroom duplex bought on a mortgage, no pets.

Works for a financial consulting firm in Upper Minsk.

Uh, a lot of legit activity, real clients.

A break and sweep would totally stand up.

This guy has a real life out there.

How many of his current sources have we notified?

Uh, three, all on standby.

I contacted a fourth who sounded spooked.

How spooked?

Look, it's a precautionary measure.

- Is my cover blown? - No, no, no,

not at all, you're safe.

It's Alexei Orekhov. 34 years old.

Manages a trucking company linked

to Russian mercenary groups.

So why are we stopping?

- You don't want to tell me. - It's protocol.

Protocol.

Yeah, it's protocol.

- It's protocol. - Protocol.

Proto-- Protocol.

You know who I work with. One false move,

they cut my eyes out and leave me in a ditch.

- How the fuck-- - All right.

We need to exfiltrate him now.

That'll be expensive.

Game it out. I'll talk to Henry.

You really think he's that unstable?

Nope. I think we can use him.

So, uh...

he broke three trackers, spent the night in a hotel

and in the morning, gave you the slip.

Anything else?

- He bought us Danish. - They were amazing.

Was he alone?

Hard to say. People come in and out.

It's a hotel.

I know what a hotel is.

Our brief was to make sure

no one tails or IDs him. Okay?

If you want more, this becomes surveillance.

And then you get everything.

Who he fucks, how many times,

does she like it in the ass.

Henry.

Hey, guys. Got a minute?

Yeah.

See you around.

What's up?

I think I found a wooden duck.

Every night, put all documents in the shredder

or in this safe.

Your desk must be clear and your trash empty.

We clean our own offices.

Codes here. Door, safe, telephone.

You're familiar with "need to know"?

I worked at Langley for 16 years.

Now you're in the field.

We run non-official cover agents

from this floor. "Need to know" is sacred.

Like professional confidentiality.

Like classified intelligence.

Doctors get sued, not executed for treason.

No one's been executed for treason since the Civil War.

A-An exfil is a hundred grand.

I already got the FD up my ass.

A source is out there, on tilt.

We need to bring him in. Spend the money.

You slept at a hotel last night.

Sea Containers, South Bank. Don't change the subject.

Alone?

What is this, fatherly concern?

I'm not that old.

Why'd you shake your protection team?

I'm training them. Someone has to.

You know, post-mission disorder

- is-- - Is that a Joy Division album?

Henry.

Coyote's cell phone is still at the station.

No one saw him leave. Maybe he fucked up.

Or maybe he and anyone he recruited

is a Russian double agent.

Spend the money.

Dr. Blake is here.

Right.

Dr. Blake. Welcome to sunny old London.

This is NOC Case Officer Martian. Dr. Blake

is over from our psych department at Langley,