PLAYER: Bring it up. Bring it up. Let's go.
(PLAYERS YELLING)
PLAYER: Watch it!
(KIDS YELLING)
Hey.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(GRUNTS)
(EXCLAIMS)
(CHOKING)
Whoo!
(PLAYERS CHEERING)
PLAYER: Good going, guys! Nice one, Diego!
(EXCLAIMS) Nice move.
Oh, you're too fast, Annie. (CHUCKLES)
(SIGHS) Sometimes, I think you're letting me get through.
This week, my team's buying the beers, so you have to come.
You certainly take the direct approach.
Ah, well, "Sometimes in soccer, you have to score goals."
(LAUGHS)
You know who said that?
Thierry Henry.
(EXCLAIMS) You've just become the ultimate woman.
Maybe we skip the drinks, huh? (CHUCKLES)
You know, I'd forgotten how forward Latin men can be.
No, Annie, wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Give me a reason to stay.
Uh...
I'll do anything you ask me.
(BOTH SPEAKING SPANISH)
(CHUCKLES)
Of course I do. You work for the Smithsonian.
You play midfield like Juan Arango.
And now you're bilingual. Very impressive.
Do you know enough to trust me?
Is there a reason not to?
I need you to do me a favor.
I told you. Anything you ask me.
I need you to help me get to your sister, Julia.
(DOORBELL RINGING) (DOOR OPENS)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(LAUGHING)
(THEME SONG PLAYING)
(BELL TOLLING)
My sister?
What do you know about Julia?
Actually, quite a lot.
She raised you like a mother, pays your tuition.
She still lives in the house where you grew up in La Dorita.
Uh, it's a fave/a. A slum.
Which is why she homeschooled you,
and wants you to be a doctor.
A pediatric surgeon.
She lights a candle every Sunday at mass to be sure you do.
Whoa, whoa. How do you know this?
I have friends in Caracas.
(LAUGHS)
Who?
Is this a joke?
My friends also tell me she's the manager at Banco Nacional.
In fact, she's the personal banker of Victor Ponces.
Oh, she handles the accounts of many government officials.
She's also his mistress.
Who gives you this kind of information?
For the past three years, Julia's helped Ponces
skim over $100 million
to profits owed US oil companies producing Venezuelan oil.
They transfer the money from a secure termina/ in her bank
to a secret offshore account in the Caymans.
There isn't a government official in Caracas
who doesn't line his pockets.
Not that much, Diego.
These are large dollars that my friends believe
are funding organizations that want to destabilize the region.
We need to look into that account
and see exactly where the money's going.
And in order to do that, you need Julia.
Yeah.
Hmm.
And now, I know who you are.
It was time, Diego. You can still trust me.
And what if the money's going somewhere your friends don't like, huh?
That's above my pay grade.
But I am authorized to tell you
that we'll protect both you and your sister.
We'll give you new lives here
and pay for your education.
What if she doesn't want to do it?
(CHUCKLES)
You don't know Julia.
That's why I'm talking to the brother she adores.
You do know her.
You can introduce us to her.
Help her understand that this is the right thing to do.
The smart thing.
Look, I know this is a lot to take in.
But if you help us, you will be protected.
If not, my guess is Julia's going to get pulled into this,
whether she wants to or not,
and you'll be on the first flight home.
With a canceled student visa
and no chance of getting back in.
I'm going to need your answer by tonight, Diego.
And if it's yes, next time, I'll buy the beers.
AUGGIE: He sat there for 20 minutes after she /eft.
No phone calls, no texts.
I would have heard. Didn't say anything to anyone.
I think he's clean.
Or very careful.
And that still doesn't explain what you were doing
out in the field with Annie.
I ran into her at the game.
Suddenly, you're a fan of intramural soccer?
Only on Sundays, and just for the past few weeks.
How many times do we have to go through this, Auggie?
You are not sanctioned for field duty.
Not anymore.
I can't afford to lose you, okay? I need you here.
Time to move on.
Annie.
Is your Smithsonian cover in place?
Yeah. Got my ID yesterday.
Too bad about the photo.
Have travel book you and the brother to Caracas.
I'm sure you can come up with something museum-worthy to acquire there.
You're sending me?
Just to hold his hand on the plane.
Our station agent will meet you at the airport,
you'll make the introductions,
and he'll take Diego from there.
The kid knows you. He trusts you.
That's what these past three weeks have been about.
He hasn't agreed to do it, yet.
He's a 20-year-old kid with a crush.
He'll come around.
Jai, you're hovering.
The Caracas station agent.
Mmm-hmm. Lopez. Have we heard from him?
Not yet. But the chief down there
says he's been dropping out for two or three days while working this job.
So, we have a day or two before we need to worry.
Might get a little rain this time of year.
If you're talking Caracas, I still haven't closed the deal.
Well, his hormones will close it for you.
Why does everyone assume Diego has a crush on me?
Maybe it has to do with that little move he made towards your knee.
Smooth.
You didn't think Auggie was the only one
covering you today, did you?
(PHONE RINGING)
Looks like it's your Smithsonian line.
Acquisitions. Annie Walker.
Ho/a, Diego.
No, I'm really glad you called.
Yeah.
"Jupiter, king of the planets.
"Jupiter is the fifth planet from our sun..."
Here you go, cuties. Eat up.
CHLOE: Thank you. DANIELLE: You're welcome.
"Three hundred Earths could fit inside.
"What is it like on Jupiter?" Chloe?
That juice box is for your lunch bag, not your cereal.
Is this half decaf? First pot nitro.
You want decaf? Find a barista on the way in.
"Jupiter's atmosphere can crush..."
DANIELLE: That was for the lunch bag.
Chloe, I'm serious. Do not poke that straw into that hole.
Hey!
Thank you.
Oh. There's eggs on the stove.
Girls, the bus leaves in 10 minutes. Hurry up.
Not going to join us for breakfast?
(LAUGHS) It's like a love twister in there.
Like being caught in a "momsoon."
Put down roots, you'll get through the weather.
Put down roots, you can't run from the storm.
And stop quoting Mom.
Let him go, Annie.
You were always the one telling me to let go when we moved.
Well, if you want to survive as an Army brat...
Well, take your own advice now.
You're right. It's stupid. It's time to move on.
"Simon Bolivar and James Monroe.
"Partners in Liberty."
And in boredom, I'm sure.
It's more interesting than you'd think.
I'm studying it for the museum.
More interesting than Cleveland, anyway.
Why are they sending you?
We're thinking about doing something
with the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
And you'll be cage dancing in a bikini?
(BOTH LAUGHING) It's for the hotel pool.
Okay. First of all, get your hand off my ass.
I'm being your boyfriend. It's my cover.
Okay. Be my boyfriend without your hand on my ass.
(MAN CHATTERING IN SPANISH ON PA)
Thank you.
We're looking for a driver named Lopez.
He's wearing a gold 20 bolivar coin around his neck.
Do you know him?
No.
Then how can you trust him?
He's a company man.
He'll be the one talking to Julia?
With your help. (LAUGHS)
She'd like you better.
That's not an option.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Hello?
Wheels down? ANNIE: Whee/s down and /ooking for my ride.
Well, I'm guessing he's going to be pretty hard to find.
That's Maria who gave you the hip check and the phone.
And Rodriguez is the man by the door
with questionab/e taste in hats.
Got him.
They'll be keeping an eye on you if we decide to go ahead.
If we decide to go ahead?
Lopez has been out of contact for 72 hours.
The station chief's worried.
What does that mean?
Well, it could mean several things.
He's sick. He's been compromised. He's being followed.
Or he's dead.
It could mean he's dead.
Yeah, well, we're trying not to go there, yet.
But the bottom line is, you just might be doing this on your own.
He's been delayed?
Maybe indefinitely.
Our people are trying to decide what to do.
Options?
Cut our losses. We bail and bring them home.
It's the Syrian arms thing all over again.
Ponces will have time to move his accounts,
and we'll be back to square one.
Agreed. If Lopez has been compromised, we don't have much time.
Have one of the other station agents handle it.
Did Lopez read them in?
Just the bullet points. Annie knows at least as much.
More.
AUGGIE: She's fluent, she knows Caracas,
and she has a relationship with Diego.
But she's green. It's her inexperience versus a closing window.
JAl: Might be a good idea to notify the DNI.
Bring the Bureau into the loop.
Have they got Justice to approve the tap on Diego's phone yet?
Not till we brief them on the mission.
They're looking for quid pro quo.
Well, they're not going to get it.
Who else is at the airport?
Maria and Rodriguez.
Keep them close. Let's make this Annie's show.
And tap the kid's phone.
ANNIE: Will you settle down?
DIEGO: I think you're losing your watchdogs.
They'll keep up.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
How long have you been doing this?
Long enough.
So, not very long.
But long enough.
Don't overdo it. And keep your hands where they belong.
Diego! Julia!
(BOTH EXCLAIMING)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
This is the girl I was telling you about. Annie.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
You're the football player.
The Smithsonian Museum girl.
Yes.
I have some business here tomorrow,
and I used my mileage to bring Diego along.
Ah! She wanted to meet you.
JULIA: Business in Caracas?
Mmm-hmm. I'm looking at a letter
that James Monroe wrote to Simon Bolivar.
We're hoping to acquire it.
Well, you must need to freshen up.
Come. Let me show you.
So, how old are you?
26? 27?
28. Even worse.
How dare you date a 20-year-old boy.
Oh. I...
He needs to study. To learn.
You American women are all cougars with hot tubs.
Julia, I'm not...
He's there to get an education.
I understand. A book education.
I'm not sleeping with your brother.
So, then, what?
You're not here to look at a letter to Bolivar.
Actually, I am.
But my real business here is with you.
(SIGHS)
AUGGIE ON PHONE: You didn't know cougars /ike hot tubs?
Still no sign of Lopez?
Well, at this point, that might be a good thing.
We don't want to throw too many people at her.
Keep it calm and simple, Annie.
Don't give her any wiggle room.
AUGGIE: She means wigg/e- free.
Wiggleless. Got it.
(KIDS CHATTERING)
Was that you as a kid?
Uh-huh. That was me.
ANNIE: Your sister looks like a popular girl.
Yeah, it takes her an hour to walk a couple of blocks.
Everyone wants to talk to /a madre de /a fave/a.
"The mother of the neighborhood."
She loves it here.
I couldn't wait to get out.
The other kids, they would tag
all this hate graffiti about the US.
And me, I used to dream about it.
Everyone in the government takes a little cream.
Victor takes more than a little.
Our interest is in what he's doing with it.
He likes cars.
This goes way beyond cars. You know that.
What I know is that Victor is a good man.
A loving man.
He's a criminal with many enemies.
I don't believe that.
And he's married. With many mistresses.
We see what we want in the people we love.
Romance can be blinding.
You don't have to go down with him, Julia, but he will go down.
All you'll be doing is giving us a look at where his money's going.
You put an electronic tag on the account in the Caymans so we can get access to it.
It's a simple three-digit identifier
that you type in after the account number.
He'll find out.
Eventually.
But by then, you'll be safely out of the country and resettled.
You say that so easily.
Leave Victor and my country. Leave La Dorita.
You saw those kids. They need me here.
When I was growing up, we moved every three or four years.
It's what you do in the military.
It's hard, at first.
But I learned to build a wall around those emotions.
How?
I took the pictures of all the friends that I'd made,
put them in a shoebox and buried them in the backyard.
(CHUCKLES)
My sister thought I was crazy.
But it was something I had to do to let go.
Staying wasn't an option. I had no choice.
And neither do you.
So, I put Victor in a shoebox?
There's no future with him.
Don't try to reason with love.
Then don't get burned by it.
Because it happened to you?
I see.
And now, you are a woman with walls.
How long has it been?
About three hours.
It's the toughest thing we do.
Convincing people to let go of their lives.
Even when they don't have a choice.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
They call you the mother of the fave/a?
They are all my children.
And Diego?
Isn't he as much a son as a brother?
You raised him. Homeschooled him.
Doesn't he count?
Doing this guarantees his dream.
A medical degree from the US. Citizenship for you both.
His dream is to come back.
To practice here.
Are you sure about that?
Why don't you ask him?
This is the door to his future.
To yours. Walk through it.
You have to think of Victor and all this as your past.
No.
Julia. No.
I will not do this to prove Victor's guilt.
Then do it to prove his innocence.
Prove us wrong. We will go away.
ANNIE: Julia's in. There's only one problem.
Ponces needs a password to access the Cayman account,
and the password changes every minute for security.
So, he carries a coded fob.
ANNIE: You know about the fob?
Yeah, yeah. They're pretty common.
It's about the size of a jump drive with a small screen.
When the fob gets c/ose to the bank termina/,
the termina/ sends the correct account password to the fob.
Ponces reads it.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
AUGGIE: Ju/ia types it into the termina/, and they're in.
Bottom line, we need it.
Well, I'm betting he's never without it.
He probab/y showers with it.
This is one of those jobs where nothing's ever easy, isn't it?
Yeah, but look at the pension and the medical.
And the chance to spend tropical nights with 20-year-old men.
(LAUGHING)
He's sleeping on the couch.
The fob, please.
Uh, right. We're switching his for Julia's after lunch tomorrow.
Julia has one, too?
All the bank managers have them for their other restricted accounts.
They're coded differently, but they look the same.
Where are you going to do it?
ANNIE: Ju/ia and Victor have a standing /unch date at his beach c/ub,
fo//owed by a siesta after in a private room.
Diego and / are invited a/ong for the /unch part,
and Ju/ia wi// pu// the switch after, when he's s/eeping.
Diego. Look at you now.
Ah. You leave here a boy, and you return a man.
With a woman you don't deserve.
Victor Ponces. Annie Walker. A pleasure.
Julia tells me you're in Caracas
to look at a Bolivar letter for the Smithsonian.
Actually, it's a letter James Monroe wrote to Simon Bolivar,
thanking him for the statue
of the harpy eagle he sent after the signing of the Monroe Doctrine.
We have the statue at the Smithsonian,
and we'd like to display the thank-you letter along with it.
Well, I would love it if you would do me the honor
of accompanying you this afternoon.
Diego can drive Julia back in your rental car.
I would gladly skip a siesta
to look at a letter from the last American president
to care about anything south of his own border.
Is Rodriguez sure it's Lopez's necklace?
Well, they minted half a million of those coins.
There must be thousands like it.
He recognizes the chain.
From across the room?
Apparently, from across the room.
Caracas PD found Lopez's body 20 minutes ago.
In several pieces.
We should call it.
If Lopez has been compromised, she's been compromised.
No, you can't make that jump.
Julia called Ponces last night?
Just to make the lunch date.
Analysts say it was clean.
No calls out from the kid, either.
So, we have no reason to believe he's made her.
Ponces has to be suspicious.
Why? She's 28 and looks like a cheerleader.
So you hear.
But point taken.
Annie doesn't look like a foreign op.
He'll test her. He'll try to draw her out.
But we've got people all around her.
There's no reason to call it off now.
Well, they were both opposed to imperialism.
Great allies in the fight.
Not exactly.
Bolivar greatly admired Monroe for the Doctrine,
but in later years, he considered the United States
just as bad as Spain.
Yes.
What was his quote?
"The United States appear to be destined by Providence
"to plague America with misery in the name of liberty."
Exactamente.
So nice to be with a Yankee
who can quote more than Lincoln.
Shall we? I want to leave time for the drive.
I should probably use the powder room first.
I'll join you.
(BOTH SPEAKING SPANISH)
Hmm.
He likes blondes.
Maybe you'll have an opportunity.
The ride back isn't about sex, Julia.
The gold piece around your neck.
Is that a recent gift from Victor?
He gave it to me Sunday.
I'm pretty sure it belonged to a colleague of mine.
And what's that supposed to mean?
(CHUCKLING) Victor stole it from him?
No. I think it means he killed him.
Have you said anything to him that could compromise me?
I need you to tell me the truth.
No. Nothing.
I need you and Diego to go back to the bank
and wait for me there.
What if Victor drives you back?
I'll make sure he doesn't.
Our flight's at 5:30.
Your flight, Annie.
In my heart, I know you're wrong.
But in your head, I think you know I'm right.
I can come by tonight.
The door will be open.
Annie?
Carroll Shelby used to do this to his passengers
when he gave them a ride in his Cobra.
If you can take those bills in the next 10 seconds, they're yours.
(TIRES SCREECHING) (GASPS)
VICTOR: So, you must tell me, Annie.
What does a worldly, educated woman like you see in someone like Diego?
You must have many men at your beck and call.
I like how ambitious he is.
That he wants to do something with his life.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
A doctor of some kind, isn't it?
A pediatric surgeon.
That's right. Admirable.
Still. Young men make such bad lovers.
I think you should be dating someone closer to your own age.
Maybe older.
(EXHALES)
Your turn.
My turn? Mmm-hmm. To drive.
(LAUGHING) Oh. I couldn't. I'd ruin it.
Somehow I doubt that.
Please. These roads were meant for this car.
You sure you want to do this?
Positive.
That way, I can keep my eye on you, instead of the road.
It's your car.
(ENGINE REVVING)
(GEARS CLUNKING)
(BRAKES SCREECHING)
Ooh. My bad.
So, so sorry.
Third gear.
(REVVING)
Faster.
Please. I can't. I think you can, Annie.
I had my men search your car at lunch.
Strange how many of your answers
seem to come straight from this book.
You even highlighted the Bolivar quote.
(HORN BLARING)
Smithsonian employees have to bone up.
It's part of the job.
Particularly new employees, I'm sure.
Now, this looks like it was made yesterday.
Faster. Fourth gear now.
Please. I can't.
I just don't think you're trying.
Yes.
Damn.
You see, no one can do that without considerable training.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Now, please. Get out of the car.
My associates will take you back into town.
They'll be right here.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
I think we better skip the whole museum thing.
/ don't want to b/eed on the Bo/ivar /etter.
Yeah, we'll send your regrets. How bad is it?
It's a surface wound. But messy.
I'm ruining the inside of his car.
Sweet.
Where are Julia and Diego?
In the bank.
We have a guy outside. A cabbie with a beard.
He'// take you to the airport.
Does he have an extra dress?
(BRAKES SCREECHING)
Annie. I'm okay. Let's do it.
Julia, we have to hurry.
What did you do to him?
It's not the time.
Is he alive?
Yes. That's why we have to hurry.
There's a first aid kit around the corner.
Wait by the ladies room.
Bring your purse. We're not coming back.
ANNIE: "Entonces."
"Entonces."
All right. Our cabbie reports that Elvis is in the building.
Damn. Give me the tag digits again.
Nine, bravo, seven.
(REPEATING IN SPANISH)
We're in.
We got it, Annie. We're in.
Thank you, Julia.
Victor's here, isn't he?
Please tell me there's a side way out of here.
It triggers the alarm.
(BOTH SPEAKING SPANISH)
They're coming back for you, Annie.
Julia, we have to go.
Is it bad?
Is Victor what you say he is?
He shot me, Julia.
The red hits are the flagged accounts of the known organizations.
That one's FARC.
This account's tied to the Hezbollah in Asuncion.
It's all actionable.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(DOOR BUZZING)
ANNIE: He's coming back here.
You have to get out, Annie.
We have to go.
(ALARM RINGING)
(ALL YELLING IN SPANISH)
Your car.
We leave it.
What about Diego?
We have a man out front. He'll get him.
Get in! Get in!
Julia, don't do this.
No.
He's your enemy. It's over.
It's over, Julia.
Annie, we just texted Diego.
He's on his way to our guy out front.
Thanks, Auggie.
Don't want to leave the boyfriend behind.
(CHUCKLES)
JOAN: Confiscate their phones before they get on the p/ane.
We need this intel analyzed before Ponces shuts it down.
No one goes home tonight.
ANNIE: Gonna miss it?
I'm sure there's a pickup game where we're going.
I'll adjust.
And Julia?
(SIGHS) It's been a tough couple of days.
She doesn't let go easily.
All roots, no walls.
She loved it back there, Annie.
And I keep asking myself if...
I did the right thing.
Did they tell you where you're going, yet?
Only that we're going tomorrow.
I should probably get back to the safe house.
AUGGIE: Was that a sigh?
It sounded like a sigh.
Like a troubled, guilty sigh.
This is the business, Annie. It's what we do.
The fact is, you should be feeling pretty good.
Yeah, well, my shoulder's still sore.
My sister can't understand how a car accident would cause me
to lose the $300 carry-on she gave me for my birthday.
And I've got a 20-year-old lothario
bragging that he spent the night with me in Caracas.
Well, aside from that...
Aside from that, I'm fine.
And you shouldn't be here.
Ah. Sundays, I'm drawn to the sound of a thundering herd.
Sue me.
Still. If Joan found out...
She knows what it's like to jones for fieldwork.
I think she envies you.
I bet she was pretty good.
One of the best.
I bet you were pretty good.
Still am.
And I envy you, too.
All that "time to move on" crap Joan preaches?
I don't buy into it for a second.
Every step forward begins with a firmly-planted foot in the past.
Auggie?
Were you able to trace all of Victor's skim money?
Mmm. There were a couple of personal accounts
in the Caymans we couldn't get into. Small change.
We figure Victor was taking a cut for himself.
And where does Diego's tuition money come from?
From Julia's account in Venezuela.
I can bring it up.
What funds that account? Anything besides her job?
Money from one of the Cayman accounts.
From Ponces.
Can I get you guys anything?
I'm not hungry.
I'll be in the shower.
So, Ponces was giving her a cut?
Yeah. She was using the funds to pay
for neighborhood kids' education. Ten in all.
Also, a food bank and a free clinic.
They call her /a madre de /a fave/a.
The mother of the fave/a.
Sweet. You're going somewhere with this?
Part of the reason she didn't want to leave
is she didn't want to give it up.
It's more than just loving Ponces.
She doesn't want to stop funding the kids.
And she hasn't.
There were payments made out of her account as recent as yesterday.
By her? Looks that way.
She doesn't have access to a phone or a computer.
She could have borrowed one or stolen one.
She wouldn't try to contact Ponces, would she?
The station in Caracas said he went underground.
We're betting she already did.
I'll be at the safe house.
Let's get her backup and alert the airports.
(WHIRRING)
(CLEARS THROAT)
I'm going downstairs for some coffee.
Would you like me to bring you back a latte?
I'll come with you.
It's in the building, Mr. Hughes.
I'll be gone five minutes.
She wasn't at the coffee shop.
We ran a four-block grid.
The texts on my phone are deleted.
I never should have done this.
I never should have made her come.
We'll find her.
No. You stay, Diego.
No, no. Not now.
We might need him to talk to her.
ANNIE: Did you contact the cab companies?
AUGGIE ON PHONE: Exce//ent ca// on the taxi. We got a hit.
Where was the pick-up?
Fairfax and Wessling.
The fare was wearing a purple shirt and a tan trench coat.
That's her.
Well, drop-off was about five minutes ago
near the band shell at East Potomac Park.
PD's gotta have a unit close.
Park Rangers? FBI?
On it.
Annie? Stand down. Units are on the way.
I'm less than five away.
Let somebody else do it.
I have Hughes in the car.
Then let him do it.
Good luck with that.
You might want to hold on to your gun.
Oh. Mi Victor.
Mmm.
How much further?
Just past the Tidal Basin.
I knew you'd forgive me.
You had no choice.
Do you have my passport?
It's in the car.
(AIRPLANE PASSING OVERHEAD)
We should go. Our flight's in an hour.
Slow down.
There it is.
Take me behind it.
Let me out here.
What do we do?
We wait and say our prayers.
Yeah, but we can't.
Diego, do not get out of this car.
No, it's my fault she's here.
(AIRPLANE PASSING OVERHEAD)
Diego!
VICTOR: Hector's going to help us get through the airport.
Okay.
DIEGO: Julia!
Is that Diego? Victor.
There's no going back, Julia.
You should know that.
(CHOKING)
(GUN FIRING)
DIEGO: Julia!
(JULIA COUGHING)
Diego! (TIRES SCREECHING)
(HORN HONKING CONTINUOUSLY)
Victor.
No.
(SOBBING) No.
Victor! Julia.
No! Julia!
(SOBBING)
(JULIA CRYING)
I loved him, Diego.
I'm sorry.
What was I supposed to do with it?
Just bury it in a shoebox?
(SIGHS)