Salt

Please, let me go home. Please,

I'm not who you think I am.

I am really not who you think I am.

- Please, please, I'm not a spy.

- You are a spy.

Please let me go home.

Try again.

I am not a spy, I am a businesswoman.

I work in the sale

of petroleum and gas.

You are here to sabotage

our nuclear ambition.

I'm not a spy. I'm not a spy.

I'm not a spy.

I am not a spy. I am not a spy.

Keep your head down and don't

say anything until we make the the swap.

In case Kim Jong here changes his mind.

Exchange.

I don't understand.

You don't understand what?

All the rules say to leave me, that one

life is not worth blowing operational cover.

You got that right.

If we have to lose someone

for the greater good.

We will.

So why did you do it?

Well...

I didn't do it.

He did.

Once he found out where you were,

there was no stopping him.

He petitioned the Senate...

State department...

We didn't need the publicity, so I

figured we better do something or

he's gonna invade this

God damn Republic himself.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

Hey.

- Good Morning.

- Happy Anniversary.

You want me to make you breakfast?

How about pancakes?

You're cooking?

You're joking, you like my cooking.

Germans don't joke.

Bert likes my cooking.

Get your bugs off the table.

- They're spiders.

- They're bugs.

- Spiders.

- They're bugs.

Are you doing this on company time?

It's my anniversary and

I want it to be perfect.

But...

that is not sexy.

No, but it is utilitarian and

utilitarian is the new sexy.

Ran the trace, first name

Usem, last name Utsa.

- Any verifiable hits?

- Only one.

Francis, do me a favor...

stick it in the safe till tomorrow.

- Matahari here's got a big night tonight.

- Yes sir, Right away Sir.

Sir?

Do I look like a, "Sir" to you?

From head to toe.

I'm surprised he didn't

call you "Your Majesty".

I like the ring of that.

I think I prefer "Your Majesty".

Was I ever that young?

Younger.

Walk me out.

How did the Oval Office briefing go?

You know, the usual.

The President wants to know what's

happening in Russia the day before it happens.

What about you?

I heard that interview went well.

Hm... Fingers crossed

Are you sure about this?

Once you start pushing papers,

there's no turning back.

I had the strangest feeling

when I was out last time.

I was homesick.

Homesick?

Sir... Sir...

We got a walk-in...

A defector, 10 minutes ago.

- Here?

- Guess he's not buying our cover.

- You get his bona-fides?

- He's Russian.

He says he's FSB, but

won't give us any more.

- He's a strange guy.

- How's his English?

Passable, not great.

- But if we got down to the subtleties of English...

- Ted, Mike's gonna be waiting for me at home.

Yeah, and I got a plane to catch.

Come on Salt, no one can sort

out a nut job from the real thing faster than you.

- I got 25 minutes.

- I got 26. Let's go.

Yeah, okay. We'll

decide when we know more.

- Who called Counter-Intelligence?

- Not me.

Hey, Ted. We're crashing the party.

- Peabody.

- Salt.

Please remove the hood.

Microphones are on.

Checking levels.

Baseline recording.

Neuro-scan is up. Ready to go.

Commencing audio and visual recording.

Testing ear piece.

Interview has commenced at 14:42.

You're married.

A husband must be a distraction

for a female intelligence officer.

Well, we're here to talk about you.

So what is your name?

My name is Alec Vassilly Orlov.

I have cancer.

I'm moved.

A defector with cancer. Are you selling secrets for

chemo or are you afraid of dying?

If I have gained anything by damming myself,

it is that I no longer have anything to fear.

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