The Agency

I'm here to protect you.

Protect? Or control?

- Do as they say. - They'll figure out

they've made a mistake. If anyone hurts you...

I can look after myself.

Relationships are impossible.

Edward's nice. The end.

The locker,

the Polaroid, the anonymous phone number,

the voice in the end, the damn auction.

Coyote isn't being held by an agency.

Cossack's working alone.

- It's him. - We have Cossack.

I want proof he's alive.

He is alive

for four...

five more days.

From what I hear, the news is not good.

Our missing agent is in the hands of the Russians,

where they intend to use him to maximum effect.

We'll have to lean out of Ukraine.

This could change the shape

of the entire conflict.

This isn't bad news. It's good.

So you think you can still get him back?

Yes. We'll find him. We'll get him back.

You do not make promises you cannot keep.

Is it Poppy Lewis or Poppy Cunningham?

Yeah, I am close, aren't I?

Fuck!

Good morning, good morning.

How are you, Samia?

How are you bearing up under our, uh, burdens?

I'm fine.

How are you bearing up?

I spoke with, uh, Osman yesterday.

It was nothing.

I needed some fresh air.

Cooped up in that hotel room day and night.

So you went all the way across town

to another hotel room?

I read a paper you published in Addis.

"Humanitarian Consequences

of Sexual Violence Against Women and Girls

as a Military Tactic."

It's a good paper. Terrible title.

Women's bodies are a battleground.

This paper almost got you excluded from the negotiations.

So I, uh, I read it, and, uh--

- And what? - It is accurate.

This is what is happening in Khartoum,

all over the country.

I told my cousin this paper was a reason for them to bring you.

He, like me, is a reasonable man.

Not all men are monsters, Samia.

I know.

Your work is, uh...

so important.

Thank you.

So...

go out for fresh air again,

for any reason,

men in Khartoum will arrest your family.

Your mother, your sisters.

These men, they may not be reasonable men.

Do I make myself clear?

Good morning. Good morning.

Very good to see you.

Welcome, welcome.

Slow down. What did he say?

My mother and my sisters.

I can't even be speaking to you right now.

You're okay.

You're still in London. You're safe.

Nowhere is safe.

We need time.

Samia, keep your cool.

Do everything they ask you.

Let me think about this. Let me work it out.

I'll call you back.

- You okay? - I'm fine.

I just need to get to work.

Listen, as a precaution, I need you stay here today.

Precaution? What's up?

Nothing. I just need to check some things.

What things? Like that guy that spoke to me?

No. Yes.

I just need you to stay here.

It's fine.

Cool. Don't tell me.

Cool plan. You look into it.

You spy that shit out.

I'll just stay here.

Maybe read a book, knit something.

And maybe sometime in the future,

we can meet up someplace that's a real place.

Poppy.

Listen, my daughter thinks

she could have been followed yesterday. Can you keep an eye?

- She good? - She's fine.

- You sure? - I need you to make sure.

Done.

Valhalla appeared in 2014 providing

"little green men" for false flag ops

in the lead-up to the Russian annexation of Crimea.

Volchok was an ex-KGB, SVR officer who found himself

in Ukraine in the company of highly-trained

Spetsnaz Special Forces operators.

He formed his new unit outside

of the command and control of the regular Army.

At first, Volchok's ambitions echoed elements

inside the Russian state who wanted a more aggressive,

- imperial foreign policy. - After Crimea,

Valhalla forces pour into Syria, Libya and Iraq.

They're able to succeed in theaters

where coalition forces had failed.

They took Palmyra from Islamic State in two weeks.

Only because they didn't give a shit

about who was or wasn't a civilian.

Right. Of course, accusations

of war crimes swiftly followed, rumors

of neo-Nazi insignia, etcetera, but--

and this is the genius of it--

all Valhalla units are registered abroad.

So, legally, Russia has zero responsibility.

They have become a global mercenary force.

All right, how many troops we talking about

worldwide, a hundred thousand?

Across this many theaters,

I mean, uh, they're so vast, estimates are tough.

Brigade strength or above in a dozen countries.

Belarus, Ukraine, Syria, Sudan.

Mozambique, Central African Republic,

Mali, Libya, Venezuela,

Madagascar. The list is big.

We're picking up tensions

between Russian high command and Valhalla.

How do we exploit that?

It's only led Volchok

to become more security-conscious and insular.

On his bases,

an unauthorized cell phone is grounds for a death sentence.

Carried out by sledgehammer.

So the world's most paranoid asshole,

trained by old KGB in counterespionage

and surrounded by his own fanatical private army

of Nazi mercenary thugs--

Great. Who wants to give it a go?

We're working on something. An asset we could deploy.

But he's not gonna want to do it.

Smart.

I don't fucking blame him.

- This is a joke, right? - No.

In that case, no. No way.

No fucking way on Earth.

- Where do you want to live? - Fuck you.

You like Hounslow, Alex. Poky little safe house.

You can't go home. What's the plan?

He only gets the safe house for six months.

- Then what? - All of this,

all you are describing-- this is your fault, not mine.

What if I said I could get you an American passport?

I would say, shove it up your ass.

But there is no point,

because it doesn't exist, right?

- Alex. - Oh, my God. You are doing this.

Help us, and we'll get you, your mom

and your brother all U.S. citizenship.

We'll even throw in health care

in case your brother needs it.

- I'm waiting. - For what?

For the "or" here.

For the fucking small print.

And, please,

for the love of God, please don't lie.

- Or... - Or...

Or we send you to Belarus and trade documents

through a back channel that identify you as a CIA asset.

Thank you.

Thank you for being honest.

I'm offering you a way out.

Through the gift shop?

May I ask you a question?

Why lay it out like this?

- Like there is a choice? - Listen.

To make you feel better? You got me cornered here?

You.

You are trapped, too.

We're all in hell.

Not just me.

All of us.