Survivor

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Talk to me, Ray.

Low on gas and almost

out of ammo, Johnny.

God damn it. This isn't supposed

to be happening in this area.

- Retreat! Let's go!

- Move it! Move it!

To RP tango.

Charlie company overrun.

Requesting firepower.

Hang around, pal. Gotta go home

and refuel, come back for them.

If we go, there'll be no one left

to come back for.

- Move it! Move! Move!

- Retreat! Retreat!

We're hit!

Mayday! Mayday! Dragonfly 2 going down!

Come on, Ray. Let's go. Come on, Ray.

Come on, Ray, let's go!

Move! Move!

On your knees.

What's going on?

Hey, you will not.

No, you can't. No! No!

- No!

- You're all right, Ray. Just stay cool.

- Johnny, help me.

- You're all right.

No! Ray!

Here come the visa crew. Log 'em in.

Murdock, Alvin.

Purvell, Robert.

Su, Joyce.

Rosenbaum, Naomi.

What the hell is that?

That is Kate Abbott.

The new security officer.

VIP request. We need to process it.

Okay.

- Sorry, Sally.

- What's the rush, Sam?

Security breach.

Everybody in the conference room in 10.

Nero Franks, Maltese national.

Over the weekend, he tried to board

an Oceanic Airlines flight

from Heathrow to Chicago.

Alarms went off when Franks

presented his passport.

It didn't have the new digital watermark.

Franks tried to run.

MI5 thought he was a suicide bomber

and took him out. Take a look.

Nero Franks was a scientist

with no priors,

working for a German chemical outfit.

His specialty was

combustible gas munitions.

The Brits and the Germans

are still looking

for a possible terrorist connection,

but no joy so far.

So here's the issue for us, people.

Now our enemies know

they can't forge visas.

That means they'll be looking

for ways to get real ones,

the kind you hand out every day.

We're working with all

the British security agencies,

but they're stretched really thin.

Budget cuts, plus they have

homegrown terrorists to worry about.

We're not saying that you have

to give everyone the third degree.

90% of our applicants

are straightforward.

It's the remaining 10%

that I lose sleep over.

Any application that tweaks you

the wrong way, take it straight to Kate.

She excelled at this work in Washington.

What Sam really means is

you'll need someone to blame

if the wrong guy gets through,

so use me.

What I'm really interested in

is anyone with scientific expertise,

specialists in chemicals or gases.

Any questions?

All right, gang. Back to work.

That's fine, madam.

Your visa will be ready tomorrow.

She's never seen the ball drop

in Times Square on New Year's Eve.

Have a good stay

in the United States, sister.

Thank you, sir.

So do you promise to watch me

when I'm on American idol?

Oh, absolutely.

What?

- Have a good stay.

- Thank you very much. Bye-bye.

Dr. Balan, good afternoon.

I was told my paperwork is in order.

This won't take long.

Romanian citizen.

You have listed a medical conference

as the reason

- for visiting the United States.

- Yes.

This conference is for pediatricians.

You're a general practitioner.

I work in a clinic

for newly arrived immigrants.

Many of my patients are children.

Dr. Balan, it also says that you consult

for Vicker's Pharmaceuticals.

I'm curious why we don't have

a letter from them.

I've only been there a few months.

- Is there a problem?

- I certainly hope not.

- Let me see this file.

- I'm not done with my review.

A word.

You don't think it's strange that a GP,

who also happens to be a researcher,

wants to attend a pediatrics conference?

There's nothing odd about moonlighting

as a consultant to make a few extra bucks.

Besides, Naomi already did

the background check.

- Balan's fine.

- I'll be the judge of that.

- Look, I know you were a high-flyer in D.C.

- I am not here on vacation.

Even when it's slow, we're not

processing people fast enough.

We're seriously understaffed.

So when paperwork gets held up by security,

people start missing flights,

and I'm the one that has to deal

with their complaints.

Unless you wanna suffer

the Ambassador's wrath.

I'm doing my job, Bill.

We all are.

We have a problem.

A new security expert.

From Washington.

Her name is Kate Abbott.

She knows about Vicker's.

So no visa?

She's trouble, I'm telling you.

I'll take care of her.

This way, please.

- Sweet of you to stop in.

- There's something you need to see.

I'll have it done tomorrow.

Lisa.

- Hey.

- I'm so sorry.

It's okay. I saved us

a bottle of bubbles.

Oh! You're the best.

So how did it go?

Would you believe I sold every damn one?

- No.

- Yes.

But I saved those for you.

I know you have a thing

for the underworld.

Thank you.

Oh, wow.

So all work and no play, huh?

It's complicated.

Is everything a state secret with you?

It's so beautiful.

- Hello?

- Hi, Naomi. It's Kate.

I'm so sorry it's so late.

It's okay. Is something wrong?

You remember a guy

you processed a while ago,

Sri Lankan researcher

by the name of Fazli Sameer?

Uh, yeah, I was checking him out

when Bill pulled the file.

Why?

He said I had too much on my plate,

and he'd handle it.

Okay, all right. Thanks so much. Bye.

Actually, Dr. Balan

did ask me for a reference.

Request slipped through the cracks.

I'll get my secretary

to draft one today.

Oh, would it be possible to see

Dr. Balan's security clearance?

What's this really about?

- I just thought since I was here, it'd be...

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