The Agency

So, how did it go?

How did it go? Take a wild guess.

When did you tell her?

This morning.

Are you going somewhere?

I'm leaving.

I got a job offer

at an international school in Jordan.

For how long?

I don't know.

So, when you say you are leaving...

...are you leaving or are you...

Both.

Mm. What strategy did you use?

I went for spineless,

dash of pathetic, sprinkle of selfish.

What exactly did you say?

I said I didn't know why I was in Addis anymore.

Tired of my job, couldn't cope with my divorce,

missing my daughter.

Blah, blah, not forgetting blah.

When are you leaving?

Tonight.

Oh.

And what did she say?

She got angry, yelled.

Usual bullshit breakup scene, just a touch more brutal.

It had to happen, I guess.

I knew you wouldn't stay forever,

especially now with everything that's going on.

I'll be fine. I can, uh,

stay with family in Khartoum.

The university there asked me for help.

Are you sad?

Me too.

It was good.

Really good.

She cried.

Tried to get physical.

Thank you for not telling me sooner.

It would hurt more.

She never wants to see my face again.

How are you feeling now?

Never better.

...fucking spinal cord.

I'm serious, man.

I've had pain. I've been shot,

I've been kicked in the balls.

Nothing comes close. It's like someone

- put their hand up your ass. - Where are we going?

- The Airlock. - It's like they put their

- fucking hand-- - The Airlock is back there.

Someone's been away a while?

It's like you put your-- like someone's

got their fucking hand up your ass, right?

And then, like, fucking spread inside your spine.

It's like a central nervous disease.

- Sure. - She said it's a migraine.

I'm like, "That's not a fucking--"

From now on, you always travel

in and out via the Airlock.

And if you're going on to Nine Elms,

you should change transport en route.

If you're on two or four wheels,

- swap to a bus or vice versa. - Swap to a bus or vice versa.

Fuck!

This is where Coyote was stopped.

Vulica Lienina. It's on the freeway

in downtown Minsk near the concert hall.

This is Coyote's route based on cell towers used.

CCTV of the intersection shows him skidding backwards

through a red light at 60 miles per hour

- before crashing. - Was he chased?

It's unconfirmed. Maybe he thought he was.

Or maybe he thought he was Batman.

The police station on Vulica Suchaja.

Our team is a block away, ready to move.

Cook up an arrest in the same precinct.

- Send someone in. - Okay.

And I want to know the second they report.

All right.

Frank.

Who trained him to be interrogated

under the influence?

It was me.

Get me the tape.

Sure.

That arrived for you.

Why do you have to say it like that?

You know I have back pain. I'm on pills.

Mm.

Hope you don't mind, I took it for a test-drive.

Pretty snazzy for the chicken coop.

Well, I think it's kind of great.

That's why I bought it.

Coyote was arrested.

Shit.

What are you looking for?

Oh, the usual.

Anything.

I'm Owen Taylor. I'm your new handler.

- Where's Blair? - She got transferred.

Where?

It's classified.

Okay. So, goodbye, Blair. Hello, Owen.

Shall we begin?

I studied the file, and if you're okay with it,

why don't we start with last contact made

with Colonel Saroka.

What's this?

Kentucky.

We need to know you can keep your cover

under the influence.

I can't drink this.

We can't let you go to Minsk

unless we know you can keep your cover--

- I can't do it. - Uh, listen--

No.

I've been sober six years.

If I'm drunk, someone forced me to drink.

And if someone in Belarus forces me to drink,

it's already too late. I'm blown.

- It's protocol. - Find somebody else.

Long time ago,

my first postman told me there's training, protocol,

and then there's your gut.

I'm in the program myself.

Eleven years and counting.

It was dangerous.

It was wrong.

It had no future.

But I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

I want to see my daughter.

- Thank you. Thank you. - You're welcome, sir.

- Thank you, sir. - Morning.

- Morning. - Morning.

Morning.

Morning, ma'am. Morning.

Chief?

What's happening in Belarus?

So far, nothing special.

Great. What does that mean?

It's too early to call.

So, it's too early to call

that absolutely nothing special's happening in Belarus?

I didn't say "absolutely nothing."

I said "nothing special."