"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." "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." "I had a great weekend." "So did I." "It'd be nice not to have to take separate cars someday." "Yeah, well, it's best for now." "Hey..." "You're definitely right." "I was just... thinking about the environment." "Your concern for fossil fuels is one of the things I like best about you." "So, I... guess I'll see you later." "BILLY:" "Look lively, Martinez." "Meeting in Herr Direktor's office." "Oh, okay, great." "So, uh, we will talk about that thing later." "Absolutely." "Have a great day, Operatives." "So what's the meeting about?" "It's definitely not about how you're secretly dating the Deputy Director." "Oh, honestly, Martinez, did you think you could hide it..." "from spies?" "How did you know?" "Same coffee takeout." "Arrival at headquarters within two minutes of each other." "Lavender shampoo when you stay over her place." "Don't forget the loving, longing glances." "What?" "I don't do longing glances." "And there's the bug that I put in your apartment." "You put a bug in my apartment?" "No." "Probably not." "One of my field assets brought me a tip that I've independently verified." "It's credible." "I believe we have a Russian spy at the U.S. Embassy in Croatia?" "This man goes by the name "Sam Crowley."" "He's been at the embassy for eight months, passing himself off as a file clerk from Green Bay, Wisconsin." "What makes you think he's not who he says he is?" "He has the Social Security number of a dead man." "The real Sam Crowley died 20 years ago." "So how did the State Department miss that one?" "It's a very sophisticated false identity." "It took some digging to find the social." "This is a professional job." "What do the Russians want with our embassy in Croatia?" "BILLY:" "What's not to want?" "Hundreds of diplomatic operations go through that office." "It's a treasure trove of sensitive information." "MICHAEL:" "Exactly." "So, I propose going in and rattling his cage-- see if he leads us to the larger picture." "Take the first flight out." "That's good work, Dorset." "MICHAEL:" "Let me just apologize at the outset, ladies and gentlemen, for disrupting the good work that you're doing here." "We are fully aware that the last thing you want to deal with is the Central Intelligence Agency poking around in your private things." "Will we be allowed to go to lunch, or if we aren't, will lunch be provided for us?" "I think yes." "We hope to conclude our investigation quickly and efficiently, then get out of your hair." "Thank you for your cooperation, everyone." "MICHAEL:" "We'll be talking to you soon." "Sam Crowley?" "Yes?" "Can we talk to you for a minute?" "Well, I'm not sure I can help you boys." "I haven't been at the embassy that long." "Ah." "Well, actually, Mr. Crowley, that's why we wanted to speak to you." "It's been our experience the newest employees tend to be the most perceptive." "And, look, to be honest, none of us wants to interview every single person in the embassy." "So, we were hoping you could point us in the right direction." "Well, I'll try my best." "Good." "So, who do you think we should talk to first?" "Anyone you've had suspicions about, or just a weird feeling?" "I don't think so." "I mean," "Bella Franklin has an Arab grandfather." "We did not know that." "That is a great piece of information to have." "And I've always had a problem with George Beningson." "There's something suspicious about him." "I can't put my finger on it." "Just a gut instinct." "Sometimes gut instincts are all you have." "Good?" "Okay." "Mr. Crowley, thank you very much." "You've been a big help." "Thanks." "Yeah." "Your file says you're from Green Bay." "Must've been a real heartbreaker missing that Super Bowl." "Ah, you can say that again." "I had season tickets, too." "Go, Packers!" "Mm." "That is a convincing performance." "Oh, yeah." "Still think he's a Russian spy?" "Well, we're about to find out." "(keyless entry remote chirps)" "(car door closes, engine starts)" "CASEY:" "Tracker's in place, as is the mic." "Let's go." "(speaking Russian)" "(Sam continues in Russian)" "(Russian chatter continues over radio)" "CASEY:" "Ah, the mother tongue." "Looks like your our tipster was right, Michael." "(Sam continues speaking Russian over radio)" "He's begging to be pulled out." "(Sam speaking Russian) Says he might have bought some time with the CIA idiots." "That guy has the most authentic fake Midwestern accent" "I've ever heard." "Hey, you haven't heard mine yet." "(Sam speaking Russian over radio)" "I save it for special occasions only." "(Sam speaking Russian over radio)" "Now his comrade's asking him if they've been compromised." "He says he doesn't know." "(Russia chatter, silenced gunshot, scuffling)" "Was that...?" "BILLY:" "I think he shot him!" "Go, go, go!" "(tires squealing)" "(tires squealing)" "(sighs)" "BILLY:" "He's dead." "(brakes screeching)" "(grunting)" "(electricity crackling)" "BILLY:" "Good Lord!" "Casey!" "Are you all right?" "I just bought this coat." "(sighs)" "Got nothing here." "The usual embassy business... lunch specials from the cafeteria..." "Nothing classified or encrypted." "No folders labeled secret Russian spy stuff?" "I hate it when they make it so difficult." "Ostav'te menja v pokoe!" "You all right, Malick?" "Yeah." "Why?" "Because you just spouted something that sounded suspiciously like gibberish." "Russian gibberish." "No, I didn't." "Yes, you did." "Which is why I think we should take you to the hospital and get you checked out." "I'm fine, Michael." "You took over 200 volts." "It's not the volts that'll get you, Martinez, it's the amps." "Besides, I shock myself with a high intensity electrical current every day." "To build up my immunity to Tasers." "That is old school, Malick!" "You let me know if I can help you out with that." "I could rig you up a portable shock unit to wear under your clothes." "Give you a remote with a rheostat so you can modulate the intensity of the charge." "Why don't you and Casey work out an SM routine later, Fred." "Right now need proof that Crowley was spying for the Russians." "That was cold what the Ruskies did to him." "One in the head?" "In the old days, they would've just let us grab him and traded for him later-- one of theirs for one of ours." "BILLY:" "That's usually the way they do it these days, too, Farmer, which is what makes this a bit of a puzzler." "And which is why we might want to stay on task here." "Farmer, you're Tactical Services." "Provide a service." "Got you covered." "Found this in the copier." "What is it?" "Digital recording device." "Used to capture everything copied on that machine." "Pretty sweet." "Mm." "Can you tell us what's on it?" "Not until I crack it open." "I'll need to get it back to the lab." "Pozvonite v militsiju!" "HIGGINS:" "In the last 24 hours since Mr. Crowley was killed, five State Department employees at U.S. Embassies all over the world have simply disappeared." "Ay." "Gone to ground before we can root them out." "Like rats down the sewer." "And apt analogy, Operative Malick." "Which means this is much bigger than we'd thought." "How much damage are we talking about?" "We're still assessing that." "We need to know if there are more out there." "Do we have any leads?" "Actually, we do." "A crucial one, in fact, that I've decided to take personal charge of." "Your field asset." "I need to know where he got his intel." "I'll ask him, but I doubt he'll be willing to share that." "Well, bring him in." "I'll make him willing." "Well, I'm sure you understand a field asset is only effective if they trust that they can remain confidential." "Trust is a... a rare and precious commodity in our line of work." "And I want you to know that you can trust me to maintain that confidential relationship..." "Director..." "This source of yours has information that may involve the greatest breach of national security since the end of the Cold War." "The name." "You're not going to like it." "It's Ray Bishop." "Ray Bishop?" "Who's Ray Bishop?" "BILLY:" "A legend, young Martinez." "A spy like no other." "CASEY:" "The founding father of the ODS, though his greatest achievement by far seems to be the giant thorn he's lodged in the side of our esteemed director." "H.J." "RAY:" "Ha!" "Well, I am not gonna lie to you." "I am so proud of you." "(chuckling):" "Look at this office, huh?" "It's terrible." "No taste whatsoever." "But it is damn big," "I gotta give you that." "Thanks for coming in, Ray." "Yeah." "This is Deputy Director Ferrer." "Mr. Bishop." ""Ray," please." "I can't just call you "Deputy Director."" "Oh, sure, you can." "(Michael clears throat)" "And Operative Rick Martinez." "Next generation of the ODS." "It's an honor, sir." "No, the honor is mine, son." "Mikey has told me all about you." "Really?" "Well, let's say yes and avoid embarrassing the both of us, okay?" "Well, Hud, I assume" "I'm here so you can put me back on the payroll." "Putting a price on your patriotism?" "I guess that answers my next question." "Yes, in fact you can hold on to a grudge for 30 years." "Ray, why don't...?" "I want to know how you found out about the mole in our embassy." "Well, I'd very much like to divulge that information when you whip out your checkbook and commence my contract as a consultant, pronto." "I am not gonna pay you to do what's right for your country." "Why not?" "You dole out work to outside contractors all the time." "You pay them." "You're not a contractor." "Well, I've actually set up quite a little shop for myself." "You'd be surprised what I can dig up with an Internet connection and my vast network of contacts." "Who are these contacts?" "Other washouts?" "More burnt-out ex-spooks?" "And what are you, Hud, hmm?" "Petty little bean counter behind a big desk sipping herbal tea while real spies are out there doing the job that you can't?" "I was right about you 30 years ago." "I see nothing has changed." "Ray, hold on a second." "You know where to reach me." "Nice meeting you, kid." "(door slamming)" "Let me talk to him." "I have a better idea." "You're gonna go to his home, and bring me any information that he has acquired that is relevant to this operation." "MICHAEL:" "Wait, wait." "You want me to break into his house?" "You're joking." "You bring me that information or the next call I make will be to the FBI." "And if he has any classified material in his possession," "I will personally see to it that he is prosecuted for espionage." "FAY:" "So you're sure this isn't Russian?" "This is way more sophisticated than their tech." "State-of-the-art thermal management." "Lithium-polymer battery pack with reverse charging." "I assume that's good." "Good?" "The CIA doesn't even have anything close to this." "That little gadget's beyond, beyond what we can afford." "May I?" "Sure." "Go ahead." "Oh, this is nice." "Me, I haven't had a proper desk in years." "Practically live on an airplane these days." "Nothing but bombs, bodies, emergency evacs." "(sighs)" "Maybe I'm a white-picket-fence- kind-of guy after all." "So wait a minute." "If Moscow didn't make this, and the CIA didn't, then who did?" "My guess would be the private sector." "They're the ones with the big bucks and unlimited resources." "Private intelligence for...?" "Scum of the earth." "Ex-spies and mercenaries who don't play by the rules, don't follow protocols or laws." "Just steal, lie and cheat for a quick buck." "Of course, they make more money than Exxon Mobil, so maybe they're onto something." "But why?" "(men chuckling)" "And so, the young lady slapped me across the face, put her clothes on and left." "So, did you ever find your gun?" "Next morning." "She put it in the freezer." "(laughs) Freezer, wow." "RAY:" "A woman scorned, huh?" "(both chuckle)" "So... why did you leave the CIA?" "(clears throat)" "Well, let's just say it didn't offer me the... job satisfaction it once had, and, uh... your boss found it necessary in his infinite wisdom to let me go." "Oh?" "Yeah." "Fortunately, I was planning on moving on to bigger and better things, so it all worked out for the best." "But luckily, I hung around long enough to recruit this fine operative." "Best hire I ever made." "You recruited Michael?" "Mm." "He's the reason I'm where" "I am today, for better or worse." "Yeah." "To us working together again, huh?" "You know, I, uh, could've used a little support back there with Higgins." "You know, Ray, he wasn't wrong." "Can't have civilians winging it on their own." "Civilian?" "That's how you see me now?" "That's what you are now." "Yeah, well..." "Hey, let's not forget" "Muhammad Ali made a comeback from retirement." "And lost." "(Ray chuckles)" "It's all about leverage, Mikey." "That'what I got." "And that's what's gonna put me back in the spy game." "You think you're ready to jump back in?" "Hell, yes." "I am as sharp up here as I ever have been." "Sharper, because I take better care of myself than I did in the old days." "Sharper?" "Absolutely." "Because the old Ray Bishop, the sharper Ray Bishop, would've figured out that we brought you here so the other half of our team could go to your apartment and hack your computer." "Touché." "We want to help, Ray." "Stealing intelligence makes you an enemy of the state." "If you don't cooperate, you can go to prison for the rest of your life." "Hmm." "Wait till you get to be my age, son." "Get up, put bathrobe on, plop down in front of the TV." "Now, when you get there, you come and talk to me about "prisons."" "BILLY:" "Look at this place." "This is the dwelling of a man who's lived." "It's far more interesting than the museum at HQ." "I think he might have stolen this from the museum at HQ." "All right, here it is." "Let's move." "May I ask what the hell you're doing here?" "Who are you?" "Never answer a question with a question." "That's bad form." "We're with the FBI." "Once again, who are you?" "Friends of Ray." "Well, then, you can tell your friend we didn't find anything this time, but we'll be back." "I didn't know FBI agents were nervous about leaving behind fingerprints, unless they weren't FBI agents at all." "Do you have to call them out right this minute?" "I can handle anything." "(Taser zapping)" "(Taser zapping)" "(zapping)" "(electricity crackling)" "(electricity crackling)" "(gasping)" "God!" "(Groans)" "(panting)" "(grunts)" "S Rozhdestvom." "Well put." "Let's stay focused." "Who else could have known about you, Ray?" "I made some enemies in the Soviet Union during the Cold War days." "BILLY:" "It wasn't the Russians." "Spoke with Fay an hour ago." "The device we pulled off the copier in Croatia was the work of a private company." "Uh-oh." "Is there something you want to share with us, Ray?" "Global Intel-- one of the larger private security and intelligence firms." "We know who Global Intel are." "What's more important is why they're tripping off the tip of your tongue at the present moment." "I did some consulting there three years ago." "Now, you gotta understand." "They have a really impressive computer mainframe." "You hacked into it." "I didn't hack." "I don't know how to hack." "I just found a way to... maintain access to their database after I left the company." "For three years." "Illegally." "I'm a spy; that's what I do." "Now, how I supposed to spy from my home on my own without a... way in?" "That "way in" is liable to get you killed." "They must have traced your search and realized that you found out about their guy in Croatia." "Now they think you that tapped into something bigger." "I didn't." "At least I don't think I did." "We need to see what's on your computer." "Sorry, that's not happening, folks." "We got a problem." "Well, I've got a password." "That's nice." "You can use it for the new computer you're gonna have to buy." "What are you talking about?" "Our visitors managed to fry the hard drive before they ran off." "(humming)" "Are you sure it wasn't you who fried it, sparky?" "(humming grows louder, then stops)" "Look, I'd love to take the credit for that, but I'm fairly certain that our fake Feds planted a virus in here that nuked everything." "Whatever was on this computer is gone for good." "Which leaves you as the remaining loose end, Ray." "Moy-malish." "What?" "Oh, shut the door." "Yeah." "Didn't it strike you as strange that Higgins hated Ray Bishop so much?" "It did, but then I found out that Higgins fired Ray." "But not before Ray fired Higgins." "What are you talking about?" "Higgins used to be ODS." "That doesn't make any sense." "Are you sure?" "It's right here in his personnel file." ""Hudson J. Higgins, one of the original members of the ODS."" "(gasps) Higgins hates the ODS." "He hates everything about us." "Maybe it's jealousy." "He got kicked out of your club 20 years ago and can't get over it." "Come on." "Higgins is top dog now." "I can't believe that he'd still be mad after all this time." "Well, you're a very forgiving person." "Some of us hold on to anger." "Some of us are still mad at Becky Conrad for stealing our Strawberry Shortcake doll." "Who's Becky Conrad?" "Do you want to see her file?" "I am learning a lot about you." "Global Intelligence Group-- main headquarters, Washington, D.C., privately funded, last year posting a $10 billion profit." "They have in their employ ex-NSA, CIA," "KGB, Iranian secret police," "South African Secret Service, and Saudi Intelligence, among others." "The company was founded by Kurt Niemeyer-- former NSA, fired for repeated insubordination." "Oh, yeah, I know this snake." "Sell his mother's underwear to make a buck." "Something you may not know:" "The DOJ has been investigating Global for the past three years." "They're suspected of spying on U.S. interests and selling the information to other countries." "They're also suspected of using hit squads to carry out assassinations here and abroad." "Sounds like the welcoming committee we met in Ray's apartment." "Based on what we now know, the new theory is that Global is setting up a network of spies, placing an agent in every U.S. embassy and selling the information gathered to the highest bidder." "And now they're using their hit squads to clean house before they're caught." "Unless they screw up." "We have to provoke them into making a mistake." "And how do you propose doing that, Ray?" "We bluff." "I sit down with Kurt Niemeyer, I tell him" "I have backed up my whole hard drive." "Which you didn't." "He doesn't know that." "I'll demand a lot of cash to keep my mouth shut." "He'll do one of two things:" "He'll try to pay me off or try to kill me." "Either way, we nail the son of a bitch." "This is dumb." "You know what?" "I don't like your tone." "Yeah?" "Well, it's the only one I got." "You think I am washed up." "You think I am..." "past my prime." "Yes, and yes." "This plan is gold in your hands." "You are over your head, Ray." "It won't work." "It might work." "Yeah, at getting him killed." "This is too risky." "Mr. Bishop understands the risks." "Set up the meeting with Niemeyer." "Wear a wire." "Try not to die." "Target in sight." "RAY (on comms):" "God, I missed this." "The thrill of setting the trap." "Once an ODS, always an ODS, hey, fellas?" "Stay focused, Ray." "(chuckles)" "Hey, here's a question, just... off of the top of my head;" "How come nobody ever mentioned that Higgins was part of the ODS?" "Shh." "Well, I just thought that..." "Shh." "But..." "Shh!" "Stop shushing me!" "Then leave it, Martinez." "It is the thing that shall not be mentioned." "But..." "Shush!" "Hello, Kurt." "Remember me?" "To be honest, I don't," "Mr. Bishop." "Oh." "Sorry to say, you didn't leave much of an impression." "I took the liberty of ordering the bisque for you." "It's their specialty." "Well, how thoughtful." "My secretary said something about a break-in at your apartment?" "RAY:" "I assumed you knew all about that." "You and your... hit squads." "Oh." "I picked this up in Marrakech." "All flavor, no sodium." "Try?" "No, thanks." "Kurt, I know everything." "Spying on embassies, murder, treason." "Sounds very dramatic." "And I've got all the proof I need, backed up on a hard drive hidden in a place that you and your goons will never find." "NIEMEYER:" "And let me guess." "If I pay you a substantial sum, you will hand over this alleged evidence." "Arrangements have already been made to get that hard drive to the CIA should I meet with an untimely death." "So don't even think about it." "You've certainly thought of everything." "Hmm." "Mmm." "Ooh." "You weren't lying." "That is tasty." "It's good, isn't it?" "Mm-hmm." "(slurps)" "(Ray slurping)" "You know, Kurt, you are a smart guy." "You know how to play the game." "Don't be upset that some of us know how to play it better, huh?" "(laughing)" "I'm sure I could learn a lot from you." "Listen, I'm going to, um, leave you here for a moment to think about my offer while I, uh, make a phone call." "(spoon clanks on china)" "If the girl comes by, order me a Scotch, will you?" "It'll be here for you when you get back." "Yeah." "It is done." "I am back, baby." "(laughing)" "Uh, Ray, you need to get back inside." "He hasn't said anything incriminating." "No, I can tell." "He took the bait." "I hooked him good." "He needs to admit, unambiguously, to wrongdoing, or this won't work." "I know it, fellas." "Listen." "I'm all over it, okay?" "He will be singing by the second course." "Whew." "You all right, Ray?" "I'm great, I'm just, just pumped." "Whoa, you don't look too good." "You should sit down." "Help, Michael." "It's okay." "Just breathe." "He poisoned me." "(sighs)" "I'm alive." "You're alive." "I thought the bastard got me for sure." "What'd he use?" "Cyanide?" "Uh..." "radioactive polonium 210?" "No." "It wasn't poison." "What do you mean?" "The doctors say you had a minor angina attack, likely brought on by anxiety." "Uh, maybe it was dioxin." "Nobody poisoned you, Ray." "You just psyched yourself out." "It happens." "But they said you're going to be okay." "You just need to avoid stressful situations from now on." "Eh." "Which means your spy days are over." "I have U.S. Marshals standing by." "Once you're discharged, they'll take you into protective custody until we can make our case against Global." "I don't need protective custody." "It's not up for debate, Ray." "It's the only way I can keep you safe." "All right, we both know the best way to get at Global." "Not discussing it." "We have to make them blink." "Now they think I have something that they want." "I say use me as bait." "Leave me in this hospital." "Let 'em come!" "No." "It's too dangerous." "I'm telling you there's another way to do this." "No." "No, there isn't." "Now, I lucked into this mission, Mikey." "You aren't wrong." "My career as a spy was over a long time ago." "I'm not so sure it was much of a career to begin with." "Come on, you know that's not true." "Don't get me wrong." "The LSD experiments and the honey traps were tons of fun, but... (wry chuckle)" "Let's be honest." "There's a reason Castro's still alive." "I enjoyed every minute of it." "But I was never like you." "You and your team are the real deal." "That's why I feel safe." "So use me as bait." "You're the best, Mikey." "And I'm not afraid." "(knocking)" "You wanted to see me, Director?" "Yeah." "Come on in." "New game plan:" "We're going to let Ray Bishop stay in the hospital as bait." "Global wants him so much?" "We're going to leave the lights on and the key in the door." "And you're not concerned that this is putting Mr. Bishop in undue danger?" "Well, of course he's in danger;" "it's the nature of the business." "But he's not actually in this business anymore." "Ray understands what he's doing; he volunteered." "Sir, Global has proven to have the resources and capabilities that at least equal-- and sometimes exceed-- our own." "I'm merely suggesting that it might be prudent to take some extra precautions." "You don't think I'm being prudent enough?" "I would just hate for personal feelings or, uh, past grievances to inadvertently affect your judgment." ""Past grievances"?" "Like getting fired." "You think that's why I'm putting Bishop in harm's way, some sort of..." "revenge fantasy." "Oh, I'm sure you would never do that." "Consciously." "Very well, Deputy Director." "Extra precautions will be taken." "I'll see to it... personally." "I'm happy to hear it." "(door shuts)" "Uh-huh." "Okay." "Great." "Trap's set, Ray." "Just remember:" "we've got you covered." "Copy that." "I'm ready." "RAY:" "Well, this is a surprise." "You here to wish me luck, or did you just happen to have a prostate exam scheduled for this time?" "Huh." "Actually, I'm going to be participating in this operation." "MICHAEL:" "Excuse me?" "Doing what?" "Sitting right here." "The final line of defense, in case the assassin gets past you and your men." "I didn't know you cared." "Don't get all weepy, Bishop." "The truth is, I wanted to make sure that Global" "Intel would make a move." "So I leaked some disinformation that you had agreed to testify against them." "Mm-hmm." "Painted a target right on your back." "Big as I could make it." "Way to put the mission first." "Thanks, Hud." "I'll take it from here, Dorset." "Happy hunting." "Billy, how are things looking at the entrance?" "BILLY:" "So far, so good." "How you doing," "Casey?" "Making the rounds." "You ever think about becoming a doctor?" "God, no." "For a man who's done more than the mere sight of the stuff it makes me squeamish." "Mm." "It's my only phobia." "Well, that, and geniophobia." "Fear of chins." "You're afraid of chins?" "In what way?" "You know, the usual way." "Hey, check out this guy." "What do you think?" "Well, could be the old reverse strategy." "Throw us off by looking exactly like a desperate killer." "(man groaning)" "That is exactly what I'm talking about." "Gets me right there." "Yeah." "I'm gonna go see what he's up to." "Yeah, don't worry about me." "I'll be waiting here in all the blood and guts." "This is one for the books." "Last Director of Covert Operations to actually go on a mission was probably Wild Bill Donovan." "Well, you know me, I'm a wild man." "Well, maybe if you'd been more of one," "I wouldn't have booted you out of ODS." "Do you know how many covert operations" "I'm overseeing right now, today?" "Eighty-six." "32 in Pakistan alone." "Many people's lives are in my hands, which is a great and grave responsibility." "Not that you ever understood that word." "But they're all taking a backseat now to you, Ray." "So if you can't be grateful, how about you just be quiet?" "Can I finish?" "You always had to have the last word." "As I was saying, if I hadn't have fired you, you wouldn't be where you are today." "Which is clearly where you belong." "And the truth is you make a damn fine director." "And you're a broken-down old spook who drinks too much." "So, we both got what we wanted out of life." "(grunting)" "Apologies, Mac." "He's in the building, but I lost him." "He's here." "Huh?" "(gun clicks)" "Wow." "What, thought I'd lost my edge?" "I thought you'd keep your underpants on." "I like a man who's committed." "(elevator bell dinging) Scratch that." "He's going down." "He's trying to leave the building." "All right, I'm gonna go get the car." "You stay here." "(woman screaming)" "Hey!" "Hey!" "(engine starts)" "You okay?" "You all right?" "Yeah." "Okay." "Right there!" "(tires screeching)" "(horn honking, tires squealing)" "Now, see how I pick my apex around this corner." "That way, I can close the distance." "You're giving me driving lessons now, Billy?" "Martinez, we have to take full advantage of these teachable moments." "(tires screeching, metal crunching)" "This presentation would have been much better had it had the proper driving music." "For that, I apologize." "(tires squealing, metal crunching)" "(glass shattering)" "Now, notice here how I trail brake through this corner." "Just be careful not to oversteer." "Is that your way of saying you're losing him?" "To be a really good wheelman, one must not only be aware of his vehicle but other drivers on the road, too." "(tires screeching)" "He'll live to tell the tale." "And so concludes today's lesson." "Yeah?" "I'm driving next time." "Oh, Martinez, Martinez." "You're not..." "quite ready yet." "The man who tried to kill you at the hospital has agreed to turn over evidence and testify against Global Intelligence Group." "Based on his testimony, plus the information from the recording device found in Croatia, the Justice Department has indicted Kurt Niemeyer and four of his associates on eight counts of conspiracy and two counts of murder for hire." "(quietly):" "Yeah." "All are awaiting trial in a federal lockup." "It goes without saying..." "Oh, but I so enjoy hearing it." "(sighs) ...that you were a valuable asset to the mission." "Without your assistance, many American lives would have been at risk." "On behalf of the United States Government, I thank you." "That hurt a little bit?" "Only in my soul." "(chuckles)" "Hud, it's been a pleasure." "Makes me long for the old days, when I used to yell at you for no reason and you brought me coffee." "But we were younger and prettier then." "Or I was." "To be clear, if I ever hear of you hacking into any more computer systems or otherwise stealing intelligence and selling it to anyone, I will be happy to put your name on every terror watch list on the planet." "Listen, joining the ODS boys for a drink." "You want to come along?" "I don't drink." "Right." "You know, it's good to know that some things never change." "(chuckles)" "(men laughing)" "And then the dart actually missed his jugular and got him right in the ear." "(laughter)" "He started screaming and howling and flailing around like a fish." "But you did go back and finish him off?" "No." "No, I let him go." "A toast to the man who set the priorities." "(laughter) Yeah." "Hear!" "Hear!" "Mmm." "What?" "Nope." "Nope?" "Nope what?" "You know, I've been watching you all night, kid." "I just don't see it." "You are not ODS material." "Excuse me?" "No offense." "You're a smart kid, you're a good operative." "But the ODS are a..." "a special breed." "You've got to have something a little extra." "Call it style, charisma, whatever." "Now, uh, Michael here-- he's the full package, obviously." "And, uh, well, Billy" "I mean, he could charm the pantsuit off of Barbara Bush." "I wouldn't know where to start with a pantsuit." "(laughter)" "And Casey, well, uh..." "I don't know, there's something about him" "I just can't quite put my finger on." "I think you're confusing allure with wattage." "(laughs)" "Yeah, but you, Martinez, I just don't see it." "Mm." "ADELE:" "There you are." "Ready to go?" "Uh, yeah." "Yeah, sure." "Good night, boys." "The kid's got it in spades." "(laughter)"