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.
FAY: You've heard of office politics?
Ours come with poison pills and guns.
ADELE: 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.
CASEY: Which he probably will.
You kick the baby bird out of the nest too soon...
splat.
HIGGINS: Well...
that's two out of three.
I'm gonna give you the go-ahead, Mr. Martinez.
Try not to... go "splat."
RICK: Baby bird?
CASEY: As Higgins said, you do "tweet."
MICHAEL: 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.
(elevator bell dings)
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.
(elevator bell dings) 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.
(tires screech)
You set me up!
(tires screech)
Okay, up until 30 seconds ago, that looked flawless.
What the hell are you guys doing here?!
MICHAEL: 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.
CASEY: 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.
(engine starts)
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...
(knocking)
Ms. Carson, sir.
She says it's extremely important.
Sir? Yes?
There's something on this that you need to see.
(tapping disk)
HIGGINS: 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.
(computer clicking)
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?
Tell him.
You ever wonder why there was an empty desk in our office?
Carson was the fourth member of the ODS before you.
It's his desk that you're sitting at.
Is it true? Is he alive?
Looks like.
Holy crap.
Carson Simms.
(laughs) I knew it.
Men like him, they don't go down easy.
Hot damn!
What happened exactly?
Oh, you don't know the story?
It's legendary, man.
The ODS were pursuing a major honcho
on the global counterfeiting scene: Ernesto Salazar.
Tracked him to North Africa, set up a raid.
But the local government troops never showed up
to support the operation.
And the last anyone ever saw of Simms,
he was inside Salazar's warehouse
when it went up in a ball of flames.
So why did it take three years to replace him?
Because he's irreplaceable!
I mean...
Oh...
Right. Sorry.
Hey, don't you worry there, chief.
I'll make a place for you.
I'm putting together a team of my own.
Blanke! Stop harassing Martinez.
That's our job.
(snaps fingers) Martinez.
(mouthing)
So, what do we know?
We know that if we can find Salazar, we'll find Simms.
So you think Salazar's
been holding Simms hostage this whole time?
CASEY: Of course he has.
There hasn't been a ransom.
Look, Salazar knows the trade value
of a captured CIA operative,
so he's sitting on Simms as some kind of bargaining chip,
all right? It's like a "get out of jail free" card.
We need to pick up the scent somewhere.
And since Simms was last seen alive
working a counterfeit case...
Doris Balshik.
The clouds part, and my world is a brighter place.
Can it, Scotty.
Oh.
Well, hello there.
Surprised and pleased to see you're still with us.
Why surprised?
Word is out that Carson Simms is alive,
and everyone knows the ODS
is a four-man operation.
(clears throat) So...
How was Greece?
You know, when a male operative seduces
an asset to gain valuable intelligence, he's...
James Bond, but if a woman does the same thing,
she's treated like a nymphomaniac.
Gender bias, plain and simple.
Double standard.
Tell me about it.
So, what could I do for you boys
that won't get me in trouble with HR?
Excuse me.
You smell good.
MICHAEL: Balshik, we were
wondering if you've noticed an uptick
in counterfeit currency moving overseas?
You know, the really high-end stuff.
None of that inkjet printer crap.
The gold standard.
Oh, you're looking for Salazar.
There has been some increased activity recently.
I've only got bits and pieces, but you can bet your boots
the Secret Service boys have the whole picture.
The overzealous Boy Scouts.
Amen to that.
And good luck getting any info out of them.
They don't play well
with others.
They don't know what they're missing.
(clears throat)
So you're telling us this cartoon is proof of life?
It's not a cartoon.
It's an enhanced high-resolution
facial-recognition photograph.
(whistles)
These CIA guys, they really know all the big, fancy words.
Still looks like a cartoon to me.
That's Carson Simms. I know it, and you know it. Uh-uh.
What I do know is the Secret Service
is not going to jeopardize
an ongoing mission to go
chasing after some phantom you pulled off
an old photo.
Who may or may not be dead, by the way.
(clears throat)
(sighs)
That is the latest robotic toy on the market.
Saw it in Singapore last month, and I immediately
thought of you, Harris. We don't have a lot of time to play with toys
over here.
Play money, play toys? I figured it was natural.
Besides,
thought you were a robot guy, Harris. Come on.
I am.
You know, people laugh
at robotic culture, but the truth is,
robots deserve our respect.
Think about it.
They run our assembly lines.
They perform surgery.
They provide companionship.
The point is, you're not going to bribe me
into changing my mind.
At least tell us one thing.
Is Salazar back in business?
You guys aren't getting it through your heads.
You guys blew it last time with Salazar.
This time, leave it to the grown-ups.
And what about Carson Simms?
What if he's still alive?
Come on, you guys are law enforcement.
You know how it is when one of your own is in trouble.
You take care of it. Yeah, yeah, we get it.
Completely.
Say your guy's still alive.
He's been down there already, what,
three years?
GRIGGS: What's another six months?
Another six months of rotting in some cage,
maybe getting tortured, is that what you're talking about?
HARRIS: When we make our move
to bust Salazar, we'll be sure to bring your boy home.
Safe and sound.
Disgusting.
I'm out of here.
You know, Harris,
I think I get why you feel such a connection to robots.
Damn spooks.
DORIS: You hid the transmitter
in a toy robot?
That's pretty genius.
Your idea.
I wish I could take credit.
Did we get anything?
Oh, yeah, your little robot
friend sucked everything off his computer.
Case files on most of their ongoing operations,
including Ernesto Salazar.
They've tracked him to Panama.
Of course. Free trade zone. We can't touch him.
Looks like their plan is to peddle him
traceable ink, then bust him
as soon as he tries to circulate the bills.
Then I'd say we need to goose that process along.
Let me make a few discreet calls.
I'm sure I can arrange an introduction to Señor Salazar.
Mm-hmm.
And what do you need from us?
A plane ticket to Panama.
And... a traveling companion.
Sir, I told him...
HIGGINS: That's all right. My door is always open to our friends
at the Treasury Department, even when they kick it open.
Your guys have crossed the line.
I'm guessing it has something to do
with this cute little fella here, huh?
It's a device that tapped into our database.
(chuckles) Go ahead.
Yeah, have your laugh.
Keep sticking your neck out
for your boys, it'll make it easier to chop it off.
I'd caution you to tone it down.
Well, since we're tossing out cautions to each other here,
let me lob one your way.
We're the Treasury Department,
but we're also the Secret Service.
And the President, well, he's kind of fond of us,
seeing as how we protect him and his family.
This little ODS stunt
is going straight to the White House.
You're going to feel heat like you have never felt before.
It's going to be their necks, or yours.
(door opens)
(door closes)
MICHAEL: Heads up.
Well...
thank God you made it. I was afraid we weren't
going to have a chance to say good-bye. The Treasury Department
knows that you hacked into their computers.
They're threatening to press charges.
Press charges? Tell 'em to get in line.
HIGGINS: Now this is serious.
You go down to Panama, and you are all guilty of interfering
with the Treasury Department's current investigation.
Punishable by law.
Punishable by law? What does that mean?
Like when you rip the tag off a mattress?
Pending legal action notwithstanding,
if Carson's down there, Higgins, we're going after him.
We don't leave a man behind.
HIGGINS: That's all very noble.
But you get on that plane,
and there's a good chance that
you won't be coming home.
Appreciate the heads-up, Director.
Frankly, I'm surprised by your concern.
It's not concern for you.
I've got a lot of asses I have to cover.
And if this thing blows up,
I'm not going to let you drag the Agency down with you.
DORIS: I guess you want to know
what happened in Greece.
I think we should stay focused on the mission at hand.
DORIS: Long story short, there was some trouble.
A man was involved.
But he's out of the picture now, so...
I'm open to whatever life has in store.
Good for you.
Oh, I know you're not interested right now.
That's cool.
But you never know.
Life's full of strange twists and turns.
Tell me about it.
If we bring back Simms, I would be rescuing my replacement.
Twists and turns.
They do make a cute couple, don't they?
I'm rooting for them.
You ought to think about coming over to Counterfeit.
I know it doesn't sound sexy,
but you know what I can do with
a few hundred mil in prime counterfeit?
Topple governments.
That's power.
You like powerful women, Martinez?
Well, I... am dating the Deputy Director.
I'll take that as a "yes."
Okay. It's on.
Cool your jets, hotshot.
Just keep your mouth shut and look pretty.
And don't forget.
I'm "Margarite."
Right.
Here we go.
Mr. Salazar.
It's a pleasure.
I'm Margarite.
Margarite!
Please.
Well, your reputation precedes you.
So if I tell you we're here to sell you quality ink,
you'll believe it's as good as I say it is.
I already have a supplier,
so I'm not sure why I should be talking to you.
Because we know something you don't.
Treasury's been surveilling your operation for some time now.
(camera shutter clicks)
What?
Think I wouldn't notice a couple of pasty gringos
sweating through their cheap suits?
Besides, what can they do
to me here anyway?
We are in a free trade zone.
Everything goes.
They're going to catch you this time.
We know who sold you your ink.
And so do they.
It's traceable.
Tagged with a radioactive element by Treasury.
As soon as those bills go into circulation,
it's just a matter of time
before you're extradited to the U.S.
Is that a fact?
Give us one of your bills.
(camera shutter clicking)
MICHAEL: Amazing.
You'd never know they were Treasury Department.
Their dedication to the craft
is remarkable.
They just blend right in.
(clicks tongue)
(speaking Spanish)
BOY: Sí. Sí, señor.
(speaking Spanish)
Gracias, amigos.
(beeping)
How did you know about that?
Problem's turned up with a few clients.
The good news for you is we're wholesalers, of clean
Treasury Department-quality ink.
This is just a sample.
We have a brilliant chemist who makes it.
Only without the part
where they trace the money back to you.
I'll need to test it.
I'll get back to you.
Margarite.
(speaks softly)
What the hell does he do anyway?
DORIS: Oh, him?
He keeps me happy.
(all laughing)
(laughing)
(whispers): Let's go.
You are a true artist.
It's all about getting in touch
with your anti-American inner child.
(engine idling)
(people clamoring)
¿Que pasó aqui?
Esta bien. No problemo, señor.
(handcuffs clicking)
(phone ringing)
Fay, what do you got?
The trace has been on the move for 15 minutes.
Where's it headed?
Northeast of the city.
Wait. It stopped.
Can you give us a location?
Coordinates 0845 north, 7840 west.
40 west. How about some satellite photos?
We'll get what we can right away.
Looks like a fairly rural spot.
All right, thanks, Fay.
Michael, the phone lines have been burning here all day.
A lot of chatter between Higgins and the Treasury Department.
Something about a blown operation down there.
Really? That's a shame.
Will you please be serious?
The White House is involved.
Word is someone's head is gonna roll for this.
And despite certain things I may have said
during our divorce,
I really don't want that head to be yours.
It's nice to know you care.
Don't push it.
(cell phone beeps)
Ready?
Let's follow the ink.
Let me save you time and effort.
Your input and opinion on this matter have been duly noted.
I know the White House wants someone's head.
If there's anything I can do to mitigate this,
I'm happy to make some calls.
Ms. Ferrer...
You can't possibly be considering selling them out.
You're ambitious.
You see yourself sitting in this chair one day.
Tell me, what would you do in my position?
The right thing.
Take the fallout and protect my operatives.
Up to and including losing your job?
If that were the only way, then yes.
That's very noble.
Now let me tell you what happens
after your righteous firing.
You're disgraced... publicly.
Every decision that you ever made comes under scrutiny.
Every operative that you ever recruited
is tainted... permanently.
You wouldn't just be sacrificing yourself.
You'd be sacrificing everyone that you've ever touched.
All to save four men.
So I ask you again.
You've been promoted tomorrow.
This whole mess is now your responsibility.
What are you gonna do, Director?
(sighs)
Here they come.
What did you find?
Four armed guards around
the center building. That has to be
his printing operation.
RICK: So where's Simms?
Guard's dumping somebody's leftovers.
There's our answer.
Let's go.
My God.
Carson. You're a little late.
About three years and two months.
But I'm glad you made it.
Better late than never, eh?
(laughs) Come here, man.
How you doing, man?
I'm better now.
I thought you were dead, brother.
Easy mistake, easy mistake.
CASEY: Well, we're here now.
I never doubted it for a second, man.
Ah!
Who the hell's that?
Don't tell me my replacement?
Come on. You couldn't wait for my body to get cold?
What did you want us to do,
build you a bloody shrine?
Life goes on now.
Rick Martinez.
The pleasure's mine, kid, all mine.
All right, let's get you the hell out of here.
Man, am I glad to see you guys.
(dialing tones)
FAY: Hello?
Hey, it's Michael. We found Simms.
He's alive, Fay.
Michael, there's something you need to know.
We need an extraction.
Can you arrange for a chopper to pull us out?
It's a little hot down here.
Not as hot as it is here.
What are you talking about?
Congratulations on getting Simms.
I can arrange a helicopter to get him out,
but as soon as you step foot in that chopper,
you'll be in handcuffs.
What?
Remember what I said about heads rolling?
Well, the ax is swinging. Higgins sold you out.
The Treasury Department has issued
arrest warrants on the ODS.
Interference with a federal investigation, obstruction,
theft of classified documents.
You still need that chopper?
I'm gonna have to call you back.
Seems like they're being a bit thin-skinned about all this.
Seriously. All we did was steal top secret information from a government agency
and destroy a two-year sting operation.
So what are our options?
We do what we came here to do.
Carson, you're getting on
that chopper and going home.
We're staying here.
We're gonna figure out how to proceed.
Yeah, forget that.
He's right. We're in hot water, not you.
Look, I may have been stuck in this rat hole
for the past three years, but I didn't get
a memo kicking me off the ODS.
Right?
MICHAEL: Right. Okay, option two:
We take down Salazar's operation.
If we can shut Salazar down, turn him over
to the Treasury and let them have the win, who knows?
Maybe we can barter our way out of this mess.
I like it.
How many guards we looking at, Carson?
Never more than four.
Shift changes at 8:00 in the morning,
then again at lunchtime.
All right, that's doable.
But how do we destroy the printing presses?
We didn't pack our plastic explosives this time.
You don't need 'em.
The presses run on gasoline generators.
A couple of drums of fuel and the strike of a match--
phew!-- it's Mardi Gras time.
Okay, got ourselves a plan.
(speaks Spanish)
(speaking Spanish)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
(speaking Spanish)
(grunting)
(choking)
(grunting)
Whoa.
So, those Treasury boys really were on to something big.
There must be a hundred million dollars here.
SIMMS: You're looking at
more like a half a bil.
And this is where they make it.
Right here.
And there's the fuel.
BILLY: All right.
Let the mayhem commence.
Let's spark it up and get the hell out of here.
We still need to get the printing plates.
Salazar keeps the engraved plates
under wraps when they're not being used.
Without them,
this is just a temporary setback.
He'll grab those plates and set up shop someplace else.
Let's make that all work for us.
Meaning? When we burn
this place down, that'll put Salazar on the run.
You can bet those plates will be running with him.
All right.
(soft grunt)
(lighter clicks)
You want to do the honors?
I would love to.
I missed you, Simms.
(laughing)
(flames roaring)
All right, let's go.
We good to go?
I'll take that as a "yes."
Burns just like real money.
(indistinct voice over P.A.)
Maybe he's not coming.
HQ confirmed he bought a ticket.
He'll be here.
(indistinct voice over P.A.)
You're good to go.
You're on, Martinez.
If you go out there, you'll be arrested.
What the hell are you doing here?
Same as you--
I'm trying to get the hell out.
They took Margarite.
There's nothing for me here anymore.
I have access to a private airstrip.
We can be in Costa Rica by sundown,
but you have to come now.
And you're helping me out of the kindness of your heart?
No, I am helping you,
because if they grab you,
they will shut this whole place down,
and I will be trapped, too.
Look at me.
It's now or never.
(whispers): Let's go.
Where the hell are we going?
I have a car. Just keep up, okay?
(grunts) Hey, Ernesto.
Long time no see.
You feeling a little helpless right about now?
That's how I felt. For three years.
Three long years, my friend.
You know what that does to a man?
The guys are in parking. We should go.
Come here. Give me a hand with this.
What?
Give me a hand!
What the hell are you doing?
I commend you, Rick. I do, man.
You really got what it takes to be part of the ODS.
Never doubt yourself. Why are you doing this?
Three years of hell.
Consider this back pay,
plus interest.
MICHAEL: You think you know a guy.
How many bloody missions have we been on, mate?
And he goes and stabs us in the back like that.
Oh, boo-hoo. You think you're the first girls
that ever got left at the dance?
What are you talking about?
The guy cracked. Chain anyone
to a pole for three years and they're going to lose it.
You trusted him, and he burned you.
Get over it.
How is that? Strong enough?
It's fine.
MICHAEL: Okay, Balshik,
maybe none of us saw this coming,
but it still leaves us with a small problem. BILLY: Remember?
The whole wanted-fugitives without-a-country thing.
Come on. Do I have
to spoon-feed this to you?
You've got everything you need to get out of this.
Salazar was holding Simms
as his bargaining chip in case he ever got into a jam.
Well, you're in a jam now, and he's your chip.
Aren't you, Chippie?
We could turn Salazar into the Treasury Department.
Knock a couple of years off of our prison sentence.
But Simms still has the counterfeit plates.
Hmm.
Oh, I can get you those plates.
There are only so many places
he can sell them.
It's like stealing a van Gogh.
You can't exactly walk into your local pawnshop.
DORIS: So, I put out word through my underground network
that there's an interested buyer.
The smart move would have been
to sit on the plates for a year or two,
let things cool down, but given how long
Simms has been cooling his heels,
you can bet he's gonna try to make up for lost time.
Margarite?
That's right. You're a tough person to get a hold of.
MICHAEL: So are you.
Oh, crap.
Indeed.
Hello, gentlemen.
I discourage you strongly
against any impulse to improvise right now.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
You seem pretty quiet, considering what we just did.
You noticed.
You spend two months on the lam
with somebody, you notice things.
Look, Martinez,
our little... interlude is coming
to an end.
I don't know if I would call it an...
The point is, once we get back to our lives,
all this is gonna seem like some crazy dream, so,
I just want to put myself out there one more time.
Look, Doris,
I think you are an incredible operative...
and woman.
The way you set up the sting, the way
you cooked up bats for us in New Guinea.
They were pretty good, weren't they?
The best I've ever eaten.
(laughs)
But the fact is...
...I'm a one-woman kind of guy.
And that one woman for me is Deputy Director Ferrer.
I get it. I get it.
But when she breaks your heart,
you run to mama.
(two chirps)
Hi.
What are you doing here?
Are you crazy?
There's still an arrest warrant out for you.
That's okay.
We've got a handle on it.
You've got a handle on it?
I need you to get this to Higgins.
He'll know exactly what to do with it.
And by tomorrow morning,
I'll walk through that front door
like none of this ever happened.
Okay.
Well, there are probably safer ways
of getting this to Higgins than sneaking into the CIA
parking lot.
Probably.
I mean, it just seems like a big risk.
Mm-hmm.
Especially since this is all going to be cleared up tomorrow.
I couldn't wait till tomorrow morning to tell you this.
Tell me what?
I love you.
Get in the car.
What?
You've been MIA for two months.
I'm not waiting, either. Get in.
HIGGINS: It's time to put an end to this whole sordid affair.
You're aware that we have outstanding warrants
on all these clowns, right?
My sworn duty is to take them into custody.
I thought we might make a deal.
You thought wrong.
You should hear the man out.
It's only polite.
First of all, three years of confinement
has taken its toll on Operative Simms,
so he has opted to
retire from the CIA.
After receiving the counseling
and medical attention that he needs and deserves,
Simms will move
into a quiet life as a civilian.
We don't care about Simms.
Of course you don't.
You care...
about your botched case in Panama.
And putting these jokers behind bars.
What if, hypothetically...
...I could give you Salazar's counterfeiting plates?
You have the plates?
What if they were in my desk drawer,
and I could hand them over to you right now?
Provided
you cleared my men of all charges, of course.
How would that affect our negotiations?
Yeah, well, thanks to these guys, we don't have Salazar
to charge, so sorry.
No deal.
All right, what if-- again, hypothetically--
there were a black site in Poland...
You got to be kidding me.
CASEY: And what if,
in the far northeast corner
of that black site, there was a hut?
RICK: A humane hut,
mind you.
Way more comfortable than the squalor
he kept his own prisoners in.
And in that hut was one Ernesto Salazar.
HIGGINS: Your whole case would be handed over to you on a silver platter
with all the glory that comes with it.
If we could offer you that, Agent Harris,
you think we could make a deal?
(dramatic theme plays)
Hail the conquering heroes!
Hello, Blanke.
Operative Martinez,
returned from writing his own legend across the sky,
to be handed down through the ages.
Blanke, did you take care of that thing that we discussed?
Oh, oh, I nailed it.
What thing?
BILLY: We've been thinking, and...
I don't know, we've decided
we might have been a bit harsh on you.
Hazing the new guy, all that.
So we thought we'd make a small gesture.
Come on.
Ta-da!
You took my desk.
I'm touched.
MICHAEL: No.
We got you a new desk.
That old one belonged to Simms.
You deserve your very own, Martinez.
A desk that you can clutter to your heart's content.
With drawers on both sides that you can stuff with Post-its
and paper clips and lightly-chewed coffee stirrers.
What I mean is, kind of desk you can grow old with.
Amen.
Where is his desk, Blanke?
Oh, it's not gonna be ready for six to eight weeks.
I mean, once you put the req in for the new one,
they take the old one away.
(chuckling): Don't ask me why.
It's just their policy.
I'll get you a crate or something.
Yeah, sorry about that, Rick. (pats arm)
(sighs)
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