Do you want to be Tinker Bell, Annie?
Yes.
Or do you want to be caffeinated, Annie?
Five minutes, little fairies.
Yes, Mom. Okay.
I'm going to be chained to my desk all day.
Uh, I might not make it back in time for dinner.
See you.
Bye.
We're not going to The Greenbrier next week.
Michael has to finish a policy paper and can't get away.
Mommy, Mommy, Chloe's teasing me!
I am not! She's teasing me, Mommy!
Didn't you need some time away from them?
No. Never.
Auggie! I have to ask.
No, you don't.
When you picked up yesterday's outfit off her floor this morning,
did you think no one would notice?
No comment.
You're on a walk of shame.
You're holding my arm, so technically it's our walk of shame.
Although it hardly seems fair,
you get the shame and no fun.
Who is it?
That's so funny that you think I'm going to tell you.
God.
Hey. Conference room, guys.
Joan. The sound of your necklace gives you up.
I only like that trick when you do it to other people.
Special Activities Division is en route to brief you.
This week, you belong to them.
But we're going to let you operate out of here because...
Not everyone has a braille keyboard
and an embedded document reader with voice recognition?
Because I know you like your desk arranged just so.
Ah.
This drone is programmed to drop Hellfire missiles
on a meeting of all-star tribal leaders.
What's wrong with this picture?
No one was there. They knew we were coming.
This is the third mission in two weeks that has been compromised.
After the first, we shut down assets in Syria and Iraq.
To no avail.
So, it's happening on our side.
That was the theory.
We also limited briefings to essential personnel in Clandestine Services.
Mission details still got out.
Who could it be?
There's really only one possibility left.
A United States Senator.
More specifically, a member of the Intelligence Committee.
They have Compartmented Clearance, higher than Top Secret.
Only they have access to these missions.
I don't have to tell you all how big this is.
No member of the Senate has been convicted of treason since 1797.
But how? The Senate Intelligence briefing room is secure.
No documents, not even notes can be taken out.
Well, that's where all of you come in.
Each of you will use your NOC
to gain access to a targeted senator.
Jai is running point on this.
Okay, read-in privileges. There are none.
This is completely off book.
If the Senate knew we were spying on them in their own backyard,
we'd have another FISA situation.
Why are we doing it?
Because you're young and you're nobody.
You'll fit in perfectly on Capitol Hill.
Who did you get?
Darton. Lame duck facing ethics charges.
I like my chances.
I got Wallenberg.
Isn't he the only one who opposed the war?
Oh, yeah. Who did you get?
Jarvis. Gil Jarvis?
The committee chair?
Yeah, he's not the leak.
Joan basically said that.
Senator Jarvis' office.
Please hold.
Can I help you?
Annie Walker. I'm here from the Smithsonian to switch out the art.
As a courtesy, every term
we make pieces available to members of the museum's Board of Regents.
Like the Senator.
But you don't have an appointment.
My office should have called ahead. Can I see?
I was hostess at The Palm in Miami for two summers.
Well, who do I talk to?
You must be the Smithsonian gal.
I'm Gil Jarvis. Good to meet you.
Annie Walker. Thanks for making time for me, Senator.
My pleasure. But you have to thank my lovely wife, Madeline.
That is her lovely desk.
She's in charge of the way things look around here.
Come with me.
Now, you don't want to hang around too long.
She'll try to give you a makeover.
Not that you need one.
Please.
She did this room.
That's why there's no wet bar.
I just think Washington has had its fill of drunken senators.
Madeline Jarvis. Annie Walker.
Finally, a woman who's interested in something more than politics.
Ah.
The Smithsonian called about you this morning. Welcome.
Thank you.
Senator, they're ready for you.
Ashley, this is Annie Walker from the Smithsonian.
She's going to be taking things down and putting stuff up.
Hi. Ashley Briggs, Chief of Staff.
Hi. I have that exact same sweater.
Good taste.
Annie? How do we get our hands on Wyeth's Whooping Crane piece?
I think it would be a perfect vertical for the reception area.
Teachers' Union. Then, Pakistan. Mmm-hmm.
Uh... I'll find out. Andrew Wyeth.
No. N.C. Wyeth. Not the other one.
I said the Whooping Crane piece.
You do know the collection, don't you?
Actually, we have nature paintings from both Wyeths in our collection.
But I will make sure that you get the right one.
What's after the meeting?
I need to freshen you on Pakistan,
and we can do the rundown on the way
to your 5:00 p.m. intel briefing.
Excellent. Ladies? We're on our way.
Annie? Something with animals.
You know, I just... I just love animals.
Yeah.
You treat them like eggs.
Well, they're borrowed eggs.
I don't want to be the one to break them.
Hey, Jimmy. Frederico.
Yeah, we've got to make sure custodial hits Jarvis' good tonight.
Yeah, we got plaster on the carpet.
Oh, right. It's Tuesday.
Okay, well, then, tell them to hit it good in the morning, then.
Frederico, what happens in Senator Jarvis' office on Tuesdays?
He work late that night.
I... I know he has a 5:00 p.m. briefing, but then what?
All they say is no noisy vacuums.
Oh. So, you're not allowed in there at all?
No. But they clean his office
two times on Wednesday.
Early in the morning and regular time at night.
You look perplexed.
Perplexed?
Puzzled. Confused. In need of a drink with a co-worker.
I can't.
Jarvis has a secret meeting in his office Tuesday nights, after the intel briefing.
I have to find out who's invited and what goes on.
Ah. And you think you're going to find an answer
doodling curly twirly thingys.
Pinwheels.
And, no. You're right.
I have to go back, don't I?
If you want answers, you have to dig.
Remember, these senators aren't gods.
They want to be liked and they want to succeed.
They're fallible. Just like you and me.
Just don't get caught.
It's a small painting, but it's priceless.
I probably just left it on his cart. Uh-uh.
I'll be quick.
No. I'm not authorized.
If we wait until morning and it's gone,
Frederico and anyone who ever stamped his time card
is going to be held accountable.
All right.
I need a swipe card duplicated
so I can return the original to its rightful owner.
Spencer in IT.
Thanks. Whoa. Oh.
Excuse me, ma'am.
The hard drives you needed, sir?
Oh, yeah. Thank you. Can you put them on the table?
Yes, sir.
I'm playing catcher on Operation Goliath.
That's for that high-threat tribal leader. What's his name?
Yeah. Touraj Nasir.
He's holed up in a compound on the Pak-Afghan border.
I'm dealing with incoming chatter and handling logistics.
Right now, I am binging on power drinks
because with the 10-hour time difference,
I'm going to be here all night.
You're oddly mesmerizing.
So the legend goes.
Can I ask you a question about men?
Mmm-mmm. Way too general a question for me to sign off on.
Do most men cheat on their spouses?
Where are you going with this?
My brother-in-law said he was going to be in the office all day.
Then, I saw him walk out of a hotel this afternoon.
Hmm. Power nap?
I'm serious.
Well, maybe he had a lunch there.
At 4:00 p.m.?
I'm looking for an August?
Yeah. Right here. You from SAD?
Yes, sir. I've got the Landsat Thematic mapping you requested.
Spencer in IT.
No, I already have the Landsat calculations.
I need NGA to send me ASTER data.
Got it?
Okay. I guess he's got it.
Two more senators cleared. The pack's thinning.
And now we know Jarvis isn't only corruptible, but vulnerable.
Hmm. A little too vulnerable.
Nice digging. I did a little on my own.
Ashley's not his first, I take it.
Not even his third.
He uses cash for most of the mistress upkeep,
like jewelry and vacations.
But he can't seem to resist using membership cards
to get points at the restaurants.
Classy.
Current squeeze Ashley rowed all four years at Colgate.
Her bank statements show membership dues
at the Congressional Rowing Club.
I'll pay her a visit. Do a little girl bonding.
Oh. Remember, Jarvis holds the CIA purse strings.
If you're wrong about Ashley Briggs, it's a misfire.
If you're wrong about Jarvis,
we'll be lucky to get funding for Commodore 64s.
Good luck.
Thanks. Thanks for that.
Hey, Auggie, man. We hear it's gridlock down there.
Yeah, we did a sweep at 0700
and the MARCbot IV found an IED.
They're clearing it now.
Visibility?
New moon.
But satellite images show there won't be any cloud cover.
A clear pitch-black night.
Perfect.
Welcome to my world.
Hey, uh... What else you got cooking?
Who's using my iTunes account?
I told you he'd figure it out.
We may have downloaded a few tunes.
Ashley Briggs?
Smithsonian girl. With the sweater.
Annie Walker. Yeah.
Well, you can't be rowing in sneakers.
No. I was running. Well, jogging.
Actually, walk-jogging. It's a good workout.
Well, this is the worst part of rowing. So...
Where is an unpaid intern when you need them?
Right.
Thanks.
Up here? Yeah.
Want to get some coffee? Yeah, sure.
Aw. Remember when Mom used to put little notes in our lunches?
I never got a note.
Awkward. I guess she loved me more.
Hey. Hey. No hitting, girls.
I'm going to try to make it home for their bedtime, but...
I won't keep them up.
What's the paper he's working on?
Johns Hopkins study about asthma.
He seems stressed.
Yeah, poor guy. He has to work out of the Baltimore campus,
which adds two hours to his commute every day.
So, he's in Baltimore every day?
Yeah.
Auggie, I'm filing a request with the SAD
to cancel your loan to them for Operation Goliath.
Why?
Because I need you.
What for?
Well, I can't tell you until the SAD gives you back.
Don't take me off of Goliath.
Why?
Because I need to diversify
and prove my value outside the DPD.
You don't care about inter-agency politics, and you don't need to.
You've got this place wired.
Joan, Goliath is personal.
There are guys from my old unit.
I didn't know that.
Well, it would mean a lot to me.
Yeah. Of course. Of course, Auggie.
Good luck.
So, I said, "Darling, it's like sitting on the beach
"trying to count the grains of sand.
"All you're going to get accomplished
"is getting sunburn on your shoulders and sand up your bum."
I wish I could have been there.
Wishing for something has nothing to do
with getting it accomplished.
Excuse me, Mrs. Jarvis.
I was able to locate that painting you wanted.
Oh, thank you. But can I deal with it later?
Much later. We have a double date to get ready for.
Art can wait.
Tina, this is Annie. She's from the Smithsonian.
Mrs. Varma is the wife of the Indonesian Ambassador.
Oh. We were Vandy girls back in the day.
And we still are. Come on, Maddie.
Oh. So, Annie, I'll see you tomorrow, then?
Yes, ma'am. I will see you tomorrow morning. Hold on.
Okay. Hello, Tina.
Ashley.
Madeline, we're going to lose our reservation.
I'm coming. I'm coming.
Not a fan?
She is Madeline's one-woman support group.
I suppose I shouldn't resent it.
But every time they go out,
the Florida taxpayers foot the bill.
Tax dollars at work.
And guess who has to justify it on the expense report.
How about we go rack up our own bill?
I'll have another beer.
Oh. And I'll have yet another margarita, please.
And hold the salt.
Did you know this place is a hangout for spooks?
Like, CIA?
Mmm.
At least we'll know the guys are full of crap.
What is it about this town?
Everybody here parties like they're still in college.
We need it. Our days are pressure-filled.
We've got a lot of steam to let off.
You think Tina Varma and Madeline Jarvis
are on their third round by now?
What?
Tina Varma is a gold digger.
She married Ambassador Varma
because when they go to Indonesia for his home visits,
she gets treated like royalty.
And here, she gets to live on other people's expense accounts.
Ah. Oh.
Mmm. Mmm.
Booty text.
At 11:30.
Oh. So romantic.
Wait. He wants to come over now?
Now? He's 25. He expects me to go over there.
I just throw the young ones back.
I think Senator Jarvis likes you.
Why... Why do you say that?
I don't know. It's just, like, the way he looks at you.
It's nice. Like he really respects you.
He probably wishes he wasn't married.
Cone of silence?
Of course.
Their marriage isn't what it seems.
He told me.
He's lonely?
Well, I think he was.
Lonely, I mean.
You are in love with him.
Mmm-hmm.
He is amazing.
He's so sweet and funny
and the most brilliant man I have ever met.
He's going to leave her after the election.
When do you have time to get together?
Every Tuesday night and Sunday afternoon,
we have this sort of date.
That is the most Washington thing I have ever heard.
You schedule your affair.
Mmm. Mmm. Can we see a menu? Please?
And can we get, like, some chips and salsa? Thanks.
Ashley copped to the affair.
And I think if she were the leak,
she wouldn't breathe a word of it, right?
Well, not necessarily. How drunk did you get her?
She got there all on her own.
Hey, can you run a name for me?
Yeah. Tina Varma.
She's the wife of the Indonesian Ambassador.
Maybe Joan's right.
Maybe Senator Jarvis is being blackmailed.
That's a big leap.
And it requires indisputable proof.
Indisputable. Got it.
Hello.
I just e-mailed you a draft of a memo
I found in Madeline's desk. She must have written it.
It's a resignation speech from the Senator.
He says he's going to quit
because Ashley sold our secrets.
Jai, the Senator is not the leak,
Ashley's not the leak. His wife's the leak.
And she's going to frame Ashley for it.
Is that indisputable enough for you?
Annie, you just hooked a whale.
The White House wants to be read in on this
in real time, Joan.
How did she do it? How did she access this information?
You'll know when I know.
What's your game plan?
Are you on top of all the communications...
On top of the leak from the head of the Senate Intelligence Committee?
For Christ's sake, Marty. We're the head of this investigation.
I'm not doing this jurisdictional pissing match with you.
Can we get some coffee?
Our people will tail Madeline Jarvis.
When she hands off more intel,
we will discreetly bring her in.
Then, we will turn her.
She will work for us.
She will feed bogus, traceable intel to her contacts,
whoever they may be.
We're going to let her contacts walk away?
Marty, when you're in charge of an investigation,
you can say, "Book them,"
and round up whoever you want.
But right now, we're going to follow this pipeline of information
as far as we can, so that when we do a takedown,
we make sure we get everyone.
No. At 50 meters to the structure,
you're split into three teams.
One at the southwest corner, one at the northwest corner,
and the other to the front.
Now, we've suspended all flybys for those 20 minutes,
and we have a convoy of backup vehicles
in Peshawar at the ready.
Hey, we are good to go, bro.
I'm ready to start chilling
with my $62 worth of country music you bought me.
Come on, man. Not even bluegrass?
Straight up American country.
Whoo!
Later, bro.
Yeah.
My brother-in-law is definitely lying to my sister.
How do you know?
He said he was going to be in Baltimore all day,
and then I saw him walk out of a hotel in D.C.
Well, maybe she knows and she's just looking the other way.
The woman who knows and looks the other way is an urban myth.
What's up with you?
Nothing.
You're usually funnier.
SAD wants Nasir alive.
That's the imperative based on the newest chatter.
He has a cell in Turkey, and I'm stuck at a desk at the DPD,
trying to help my guys pull off a pretty tricky mission.
You're going to nail it.
You weren't on the call when they found out I was the point man.
I heard hesitation in their voices.
Your sense of hearing is overdeveloped.
Those guys love you like a brother.
And you are very, very good at your job.
Since when did you start giving inspirational speeches?
Since you went on loan to the SAD.
Cabbie is en route to The Capital Grille.
Taxi. Taxi.
You're supposed to be chained to your desk an hour from here.
It's not what you think.
I want to know what it really is, but not right now.
Please. Don't say anything to Danielle.
I know this has been difficult for you, Maddie.
But you couldn't just sit on your hands.
Trust me. We'll come through on our part.
Bye, darling.
Excuse me. Yes?
I don't think my lunch date's going to show.
I'm sorry for taking up the table.
That's fine, ma'am.
Mrs. Jarvis?
Annie. Oh, please. Come, sit down.
Did you just get here? I haven't paid yet. I could get you something.
Thank you. I won't be long.
Is there a problem at the museum?
Don't tell me we're not getting the Wyeth.
Mrs. Jarvis, I'm not from the Smithsonian.
Of course you are.
No. I'm afraid I'm not.
What are you talking about?
I need you to come with me to Langley.
Langley?
There are some people there who need to talk with you.
There's a car waiting out front.
I'm calling my attorney.
If you call your lawyer, this becomes a legal matter with public documents.
Or we can handle it discreetly.
We're bringing in your husband now.
We need to know what you passed, Madeline.
All of it.
I have field agents and operatives
whose lives hang in the balance here.
Not to mention Ashley Briggs, whose...
It wasn't my idea to pin it on Ashley.
Was it Tina Varma's?
She said I needed to take my life back into my own hands.
She told me no one would get hurt.
And you believed her?
I worked as a teacher to put Gil through law school.
We built his career together.
I stood by his side through the county elections and the state elections.
Endless fundraisers and speeches.
All for the dream we had together.
Until he cheated on you.
He changed. His priorities changed.
Madeline...
Just for a moment, let's be two women
who are married to powerful men, okay?
What your husband did to you is terrible.
But what is really crushing
is that pushing Ashley Briggs out of the way wouldn't solve anything.
Because another woman would just come along.
And that's why you did it, isn't it?
Because you wanted to hurt him irreparably.
You wanted to kill his career.
I just wanted him to come back home with us to Gainesville.
I wanted it to be like it was when we first got married.
That's not a marriage. That's a honeymoon.
Ashley was the last mistress
Madeline Jarvis was willing to tolerate,
and now you have to tell Ashley to take the fall.
Excuse me?
The Indonesians need to believe that their plan is up and running.
That way, we can use Madeline to feed false information
and trace where it goes.
Ashley has to be taken into custody for espionage, Annie.
We're going to give her a new life.
All she did was get involved with the wrong guy.
Who was married. Who was her boss.
Think of her as a cautionary tale.
Workplace romance is always complicated, Annie,
no matter how common it is.
We are go-no-go, fellows.
Stay frosty.
I have to tell a perfectly nice girl
that one bad romance has ruined her name.
Your sister?
No.
But I like where your head's at.
Hey. Oh. Oh, uh... I would love
to hear about your mission, but not today.
Goliath is in position.
Oh. Yeah?
Yeah. Today, Annie Walker, I am a closer.
Thanks.
For what?
You're all fired up, when those guys are depending on you to be.
So, what are you thanking me for?
For inspiring me to look at the bigger picture.
Ashley?
Oh, hey, Annie.
We need to talk.
Tell me none of this is happening.
I told Tina about all the affairs you had, Gil.
So many years of lies.
Ashley was the final straw for me.
But Tina promised me no one would get hurt.
Honey, how could she promise you anything?
She did not know what the hell she was doing.
It was just scraps of information.
If it was just scraps of information,
you wouldn't be sitting here.
Joan, can I talk with you outside?
Joan.
What are you doing? I was in the middle of...
If the Indonesians frame Ashley,
she'll contest it in court.
It will be messy. Public.
Right. Right. She's a loose end.
So, they frame her, then they get rid of her.
Make it look like an accident or a suicide.
I sent Annie to the Rowing Club.
She's bringing her in right now.
You're telling me to call in backup, right?
This is the moment you choose to appreciate the chain of command?
Go.
Madeline Jarvis has been passing state secrets to the Indonesian government.
She's at Langley now, being debriefed.
She was going to frame you for treason, Ashley.
That's impossible. No, it's not.
It's sick, but it's not impossible.
How? And how would she convince anyone that I did it?
You took handwritten notes when he came back from intelligence briefings.
Senator Jarvis had you compare missions estimates
with back-of-the-envelope calculations you could find.
He'd have you find the cost of, say, a helicopter
in the event that it was destroyed during an operation
and needed to be replaced.
But it meant he was revealing pieces of highly protected information.
All she had to do was compare your handwritten notes
and your history of Internet searches.
And the only evidence of any leak were notes.
In my handwriting.
Right.
Madeline told me she saw intel on four fully-funded missions.
Operation Cauldron,
Operation Side Alley,
Operation Goliath,
and Operation Black Chapel.
Keep me apprised of the sandstorm.
If it picks up any more velocity... Auggie!
Operation Goliath might be compromised.
It's too late.
Why?
Goliath is on. They went radio silent 20 minutes ago.
I trusted you. I know.
It was my job to get you to trust me.
No. Your job is to trick people and ruin their lives.
What you do for a living is far worse than anything I've ever done.
There are lives at stake, Ashley.
Put in another ask at Peshawar.
Get us a location on Kiev IV.
We need sustained visuals that we can't get from our surveillance drones.
We're going to piggyback onto a Russian satellite.
Kiev IV should do it.
Nothing, Auggie.
When was your last contact with base camp?
17 minutes ago.
They're walking right into it.
Ashley!
The Special Ops unit is approaching the compound.
We're out of options.
No, we're not. Kill the drone.
What? Smash it into the compound.
It's a warning. I know my guys.
They'll know what it means.
Okay.
Do it. Copy that.
When the drone hits the compound,
the unit should radio in the aborted mission, right?
They should. If they don't,
it means either the drone hit my guys,
or they were ambushed by Nasir's men.
Direct hit. Explosions from inside the compound.
It was booby-trapped.
This is Alpha.
We're aborting Mission Goliath.
Repeat. Aborting Mission Go/iath.
We copy you, Alpha. You okay?
Great job, Auggie.
Just take nice, easy breaths.
That's going to hurt for a while.
I don't want to disappear.
You don't have to take the fall.
There's no game anymore.
I don't understand.
The Agency wanted to follow the fake intel up the food chain.
With him in custody, Tina Varma knows Madeline's working for us.
I don't have to give up my life?
No.
But the one I have will never be the same.
No. It won't.
Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.
I have always considered myself a patriot.
An honest man.
It is, indeed, a terrible thing
to realize that you have deceived yourself.
It's not an affair.
I lost my job at Brookings two months ago.
I didn't want to tell Danielle.
That explains you coming out of a hotel?
It was a job fair, Annie.
I've got a PhD in healthcare policy,
and I'm handing out résumés in a ballroom.
We're living on savings now.
What am I supposed to tell her?
The truth.
My sister's a better person than you're giving her credit for.
I don't want to lose her.
Then, don't lie to her.
My wife faces charges of treason.
My Chief of Staff faces public shame
and damage to her career that cannot be undone.
And so, I humbly apologize
to my wife, to my Chief of Staff,
to my constituents and my supporters,
and to the country that I love,
but am no longer worthy to serve.
My resignation is immediate.
My shame unending.
And I can only pray that at some point in the future,
you'll find the power to forgive.