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,

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.

Morning.

Martinez, what would you do if I tried to kill you right now?

Excuse me?

If I lunged at you with deadly intentions, what would you do?

I, uh... I really don't know.

Unacceptable answer.

This is the CIA. You need to know this.

We live in a world where a man has be able to defend his life

at a moment's notice

using only his wits and whatever lies within reach.

Yeah? Well, what if I came at you right now?

What would you do?

I'd fling that hot coffee in your eyes,

bust that coffee pot across your face,

and use the broken glass to sever your jugular.

That's crazy.

No one goes around thinking psychotic ideas like that.

The good ones do.

Really? Really.

Hey, guys, if I tried to kill you...

- Kick your knees out, - I'd grab those three

beat you with that chair, and stick them up through your soft palette,

and roll up this newspaper and choke you with it. - ...like a catfish.

See? Now sit down, and think of ways to murder me.

What are you two looking at?

Appears to be a massive intelligence leak.

Someone intercepted internal communications between HQ

and operatives working out of our Hong Kong division.

Then they posted them on line for all the world to see.

Hong Kong? Mm-hmm.

How serious is the leak? Overflowing.

Mission details have been posted,

operatives' names are out; station houses--

there is a dark cloud over the pearl of the orient today.

Gallstone surgery?

Yes. Director Higgins is having a laparoscopic cholecystectomy as we speak.

Well, how long will he be out of the office?

Three to five days. Poor guy.

Hope he's feeling better.

You realize, Deputy Director, that in a situation like this--

That I assume the role of acting director?

Yes, I am aware of the pecking order.

I'll just keep my head down and learn how to forge Higgins' signature.

Clearly you haven't heard.

Is there a problem?

A substantial security breach.

Our entire Hong Kong operation is in jeopardy.

We're kind of in crisis.

Because of these leaks,

we've had to disengage every mission in the region,

and pull every operative back stateside.

We've accounted for all our people except one.

Linda Phillips.

We lost contact with her

roughly one hour after the story broke on line.

Maybe the Chinese have her.

The Chinese would have called if they had her in their custody.

They're gloaty like that. Where's Higgins, by the way?

Uh, gallstones.

So you're...

The new Higgins.

Lady Higgins.

Phillips was the lead operative of Operation Tea Tree.

They were investigating

an al Qaeda money laundering operation.

So she could be running from terrorists

as well as Chinese intelligence.

If al Qaeda gets ahold of her,

she's going to wish she ended up in the hands of the Chinese.

At least they have some respect for diplomatic channels.

We'll go in and get her.

I was stationed in Hong Kong for two and a half years.

I know every rock to turn over.

If anybody can find Operative Phillips, it's me.

Send the ODS.

Operative Malick, that's the most words

I've ever heard you say.

I... And I agree.

Which is why I called you here.

You're sending us?

What's the catch?

There is no catch.

I think the ODS would be the best ones for the job.

If I may say, I spend a lot of times at Director Higgins' side,

I know the director very well,

and I can say with some confidence

that he'd be wary of this scheme.

It's not what the director would do.

Well, she just did it.

I like this lady Higgins.

Hong Kong-- the food, the technology.

One day they'll finally invent a noodle phone I can eat

and I shall die a happy man.

The dead drop point's just ahead.

If Operative Phillips were in trouble

and needed to get off the grid

she'd know to leave a message there.

- Anything? - No. Empty.

We'll have to keep looking.

But where?

There are 18,000 people per square mile in this city.

I know where to find her.

Linda keeps a place off the books.

"Linda"?

How do you know about this off-the-books place?

I spent a lot of time there.

We had a relationship-- years ago.

And you're just choosing to tell us this now?

I didn't think it was vital to this mission.

Now it clearly is.

So maybe you don't think it's vital to this mission,

but as you well know, sharing is vital

to our partnership.

We worked together, and then it grew into more.

There's no story here.

Ah, spoken like

a man with a story.

I'm glad you guys are enjoying yourselves,

but we're burning daylight.

- So this was your love nest? - For a time.

- And then? - Then it turned into a hornet's nest.

- Can we can the Q&A session? - I'm not asking you these questions just for the sake

of making you uncomfortable. I am.

We have every right to know what we're walking into here.

Yeah. Will there be hugging, fighting?

Does she hate you now?

Look, we were together for two years and three months.

It was an intense connection, and then it wasn't.

Bottom line-- she and I are both professionals

and we will act as such,

all right?

She is definitely still living here.

I can smell the scented candles through the door.

Balsam and cedar.

Casey?

Hi, Linda.

Get off of him.

You okay?

What are you doing here?

The agency sent us to get you out of Hong Kong.

Well, they shouldn't have.

'Cause I'm not going anywhere.

So why didn't you leave a message at the dead drop?

Because when the leak hit,

I knew that HQ would recall everybody from Hong Kong.

But that's not happening to me.

I'm too close to quit.

Too close to what?

To finally getting Kwan.

Who's that?

Some might say a figment of the imagination.

A boogeyman, if you will.

That thing that goes bump in the night.

He's a man-- a flesh and blood man,

who finances terrorist organizations

all over the world.

Extremely elusive.

Up until now, the man has been a phantom.

Nobody even knows what he looks like.

But tomorrow night, we will.

Last month I tagged some cash,

went shopping for handbags--

the traceable money ended up in the hands

of an al Qaeda cell in Jakarta.

And you tracked it back to one of these companies

that makes knock-off bags.

It was Kwan's company, I'm sure of it.

And if I drop out now,

Kwan will just disappear.

And money will keep pouring into al Qaeda.

So if you think you're going to take me back to the States

because of CIA politics,

you'll need pepper spray and some duct tape.

Spirited lady.

I can see why he went for you.

I think your boyfriend needs to be running along, Linda.

His name is Joseph Chang.

He's my asset here.

Suppose we were open to staying on.

How do you plan to complete the mission?

I work in the export business.

I know the factory

where the knock-offs are manufactured.

This is where Kwan will meet with his backers tomorrow night.

You see, Swan is looking to expand his operation.