Please, let me go home, please, please I am not the one you think I am.
I am not really who you think I am.
Please, I am not a spy...
Please let me go home.
I am not a spy, I am a businesswoman,
I work for petroleum and gas.
Please tell them, I work for Rink Petroleum.
You're here to sabotage our nuclear ambition.
I am not a spy.
I am not a spy!
I'm not a spy...
Keep your head down, don't say anything until the swap,
in case Kim Jong-il changes his mind.
Exchange.
I do not understand.
You don't understand what?
All the rule says that a little one life
is not worth doing operational cover.
You're damn right.
If we have to lose someone for greater good.
We will.
So why did you do it?
Well...
I didn't do it.
He did.
Once he found out where you're, there's no stop him.
He petitioned the Senate,
the State Department, we didn't need publicity,
so I figured we thought up some reason,
and do the goddam right thing and spare the public from themselves.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
Hi.
- Good morning. - Happy Anniversary.
You want me to make breakfast?
How about... pancakes?
You're cooking?
You're joking, you like my cooking.
Germans don't joke.
Burt likes my cooking.
Get your bugs off the table.
- They're spiders. - They're bugs.
- Spiders. - Bugs.
Fold the square back as we did the two before it,
turn the napkin over, fold both sides back over one another about third away...
Are you doing these 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.
Find a trace, first name Busse, last name Bussac.
- Terrify behaviors? - One.
Hey friend, just do me a favor,
and stick that in a safe until tomorrow.
Mata Hari here is to got a big night tonight.
Yes, sir, right away, sir.
Sir...
Do I look like a Sir to you?
For me hard to tell, I'm superising they call you "Your Majesty".
I like read that. I think I prefer "Your Majesty".
Was I ever that young?
Younger.
Walk me out.
How did the over-office briefing go?
You know, as-usual.
The President wants to know what happens in Russia the day before it happens.
But you, is that everything went well?
I'm just going to quit.
You're sure about this?
You know, once you start to push a paper, you cannot turn it back.
I had a strangest feeling when I was there last time.
I was homesick.
Homesick? Is there something else...
Sir! Sir!
We get a "walk-in"
and it affected ten minutes ago.
- Here? - Guess he's not by our governor.
- He is bona fide? - He's Russian.
Says he has affects and don't want to get in this any more.
- He's a strange guy. - How's his English?
Passable, not great.
But I forget to tell it's certainly not the English you want.
Ted, Mike is waiting for me at home.
Yes, and I have a plane to catch.
Come on, Salt, no one can solve that kind of job here faster than you.
- I have 25 minutes. - I got 26, let's go.
- Who got and tell them this? - Not me.
Hi Ted, we crash the party.
- Peabody. - Salt.
Take the bag off his head.
Microphones are on.
Checking levels.
Baseline recording.
Neuroscan is on. You're ready to go.
Commencing audio and visual recording.
Testing earpiece.
Interview commence at 14:42.
You're married.
A husband must be a distraction for a female intelligence officer.
We are here to talk about you.
So what is your name?
My name is Oleg Vassily Orlov.
I have cancer.
I'm moved, a defector with cancer.
Are you selling secrets for chemo, or are you afraid to die?
If I have gained, anything by damage myself, it is that I no longer afraid anything think of you...
Oleg Vassily Orlov.
Shows up in 1993 in Novosibirsk, Siberia.
His database doesn't have many stuff here.
Scan says it's true for the cancer.
Prior to 93?
Nothing.
Don't exist.
I have somewhere I need to be, Mr. Orlov.
So if you wouldn't mind getting to the point.
Do not speak Russian. I have to ask you to talk in English.
Others are listening.
1975. The Cold War.
Imagine as in Grozny,
a Soviet Olympic wrestler, named Sasha Jodovic Chenkov.
Meets for the first time,
the only female Chess Grandmaster of her era,
Anya Najok.
Within a month they were married.
And within a year, a child.
One month's more,
the child was back to the same hospital.
Sick with fever.
And within days after that the child suddenly was dead.
Yes.
A child was dead.
And, yes.
A child was buried.
But the Chenkov baby was alive
and became the property of another man.
A master spy who had devised the greatest plan
that Russia patriot could ever invent.
The plan to destroy America.
It had all started with an American named Lee Harvey Oswald.
In 1959,
he emigrated to Russia.
Three years later he returned home,
but the man who came back to America was in fact a Russian spy,
named Alek.
On November 22, 1963,
Alek became the first success of the new program
and a hero of the Soviet Union.
The spy master was given to go ahead, to create many more like Alek.
Scores of agents...
males and females
to be substitute for Americans.
In an abandoned monastery, Chenkov and other boys and girls
learnt English long before they learnt Russian.
Drilled in idioms, idiosyncrasies and ideology.
And by methods of through rigorous physical and psychological programs,
the spy master made warriors of
higher unquestioned and unbreakable.
You're killing me, man.
When is the good fairy coming?
Never.
It's just a story without hope.
Chenkov was matched with the child to wait become an American family.
There was an accident, the family died, and Chenkov was sent to America
to live a complete lie.
And to patient clear wait the day to attack from within day X.
The longer-waited mission is here.
Chenkov will travel to New York City, to kill the president of Russia
at the funeral of the American vice president.
Chenkov is KA12.
- KA. - Called legend.
Highly trained Russian sleeper agents insert into American society
to sabotage and assassinate.
Supposedly they waited years to strike. Decades.
Eh, supposedly.
Something you wanna tell me, don't you believe in moles?
I believe in moles alright. Just not the bogey-man.
Especially the plan is to kill their own president.
This guy is sound smoke.
Wrap it up, Ev.
So a Russian agent is going to kill the Russian president, is that it?
Ok.
Thank you very much.
And what would you like to return for that information?
I simply wish to help you do what you need to do.
You're good.
KA program is brilliant bullshit.
But I am officially off-duty, so...
you can tell the rest of your little story to one of my colleagues.
- Salt. - Yes.
The name of the Russian agent is Salt.
Evelyn Salt.
My name is Evelyn Salt.
Then you are a Russian spy.
Truthful.
So far the FMRI scan registered truth on everything he said.
Ted...
Call Protective Services and make sure they find my husband.
- Where are you going? - I need to get to the phone.
No... not after the neuroscan.
- Because he didn't flatter? - Yes.
I could pass that thing 5 times in 6. I'm trying to. And so is he.
I need my phone. I need to call my husband.
- Let me call my husband. - Let me see it.
There is a reason he mentioned my wedding ring, Ted.
When they blow spies, they didn't just blow the cover, they blowed their whole covered life, you know that.
Do you remember what happened to Henry's wife?
- Yes, I do. - The speaker.
Please leave a message after the beep. Thank you. Bye.
Honey, it's me. Please call me as soon as you get this.
Okay, sweetheart? As soon as you get this.
Godspeed, comrade Chenkov.
Someone interrogate that piece of shit.
Someone join me to get answers.
Look, Ev, try to stay calm.
I am not a goddamn Russian spy.
I did not say you were.
Let's go to my office and we can sort this out.
No, no. We got to go to a secure location.
Now.
All right.
Nothing get more secure than this?
Ev, 5 minutes.
Call Protective Services and tell them to find Mike.
Give us a second. I'll be back.
Look, I know we hadn't jurisdiction here, but I ask you for 5 minutes.
No.
If I have to ask, she can not have 5 minutes alone, I have to talk to her.
- She's scared. Don't you see? - I don't care.
I don't care. There is a mole in Russia house.
There is a mole in Russia house, I'm sure of it.
Please step into the elevator.
What the hell is that?
Sir.
Jesus Christ.
Here is again, the son is so far on the street.
That was two minutes before we locked down.
We've got a match, sir.
It's made in 1981. Here is Brezhnev, and there...
- Orlov. - That's him. - He used to be a heavy weight once upon a time.
Get that photo up now to every ticket counter, airport,
train station, taxi dispatch the whole nine yard.
Get me to the Director on a secure line, now.
Yes, sir.
The topright screen... Is that live?
Yes, sir.
Where is she going? Track her.
No one can leave the building.
Rink Petroleum Security.
Yes, you have a woman to your left, behind you,
Evelyn Salt.
- We lost visual of her. - Damn it.
Where did she go?
Hey Edward, is Mike there?
No, I'm sorry, he left after lunch.
Hey, Ev. Happy anniversary.
The stairwell.
Second floor.
- What's on that floor? - It's empty.
- It's security buffer. - Isolate and seal it.
Get her records to my handheld.
It's corridor.
Kill the power to the elevator doors.
We got her.
All right.
Get the tactical team to meet with me in the south stairwell.
Yes, sir.
Do you have recommend, sir?
I'll call her back.
- Shit. - Lost visual.
Where is she now, talk to me.
Come on.
North hallway.
There, interrogation room. Bring that up.
- Have you found him? - What the hell are you doing there?
This don't look good.
The tactical team coming at you in about 30 seconds.
Get your goddamn pants off the camera, so we can see. You won't get hurt.
Have you found my husband?
These boys are full around, Ev.
Please, I cann't help you unless you talk to me.
Call me when you find Mike.
Okay, open the door about two feet. We're going to gas her.
Send up gas will be necessary?
What, you want to shoot her?
Get a medical team in place now.
Get ready!
Well, on my count.
Three, two, one.
Go!
Jesus Christ.
Where is she?
Come on, guys, find her. Now.
There. Bring that up.
Stick with her, she's crossing the street.
Pan the goddamned camera.
Back it up and zoom in.
Freeze.
What the hell are you doing there?
Michael Krause left his office at Missouri an hour ago.
Salt's apartment is 20 minutes from here.
We can cover it, but she won't go there.
She will, she is serious about Mike.
- He may stay in the house. - Okay.
Taxi!
Hughes Street, I'll tell you where you stop.
Hi, this is Mike, please leave a message after the beep.
He is one of the world's top arachnologists, sir.
And as such enjoys, pretty much unrestricted access to the border of North Korea.
So...
Brush up on your bugs and get to know him.
It is a perfect cover to get us inside.
Mike?
Honey?
Hi, baby.
It's okay, where is Daddy?
Where is Daddy?
The bathroom is clear.
The kitchen is clear.
The office is clear.
The living room is clear.
Everybody go out in 50 seconds.
What are you doing?
She is not here, no sign of her husband neither.
Did it ever occur to you, maybe that Russian was lying?
- Why she run? - I don't know, because you locked her up?
See it from her perspective, maybe her husband is in some real danger.
Maybe, God forbid. Salt is who she says she is.
Maybe is your department. Mine is catching her so we can find out.
Protocol is clear we bring her here, or we bring her down.
Do you have any idea whom this woman is?
What she's done for this country didn't that mean anything to you?
Should it?
Your mom home?
No.
You do me a favor?
- Yeah. - Fine. Babysitter her for me?
Oh, yeah.
Here is some money for food.
What did you do? You're doing your homework?
Yeah, math.
Algebra.
I hate math.
Hi, nice to see you again.
- You're talking to me? - Yeah, I've seen you here before.
Yeah, I do. I come here a lot.
You?
Oh, I am working here. At the Museum.
I am an arachnologist.
A what?
I hunt spiders.
I got her, she's heading north towards a metro station.
Ev.
She is east-bound, it's time to call them off.
There she is.
All teams south-bound, toward the bridge, block her in.
Stop.
Take it back! Hold your fire!
Stop.
- Stop! - Don't shoot, I am innocent.
On the ground, now!
I stopped.
Go, Give up now.
- On the ground. - I have to find my husband.
- Why did you run? - I have to find my husband.
That's not a reason.
Please don't shoot.
Stay back.
I am innocent, someone set me up.
- Don 't make me put you down, Salt. - Put the damn gun down.
- On the floor now! - No!
What did she say?
On the ground.
We will solve this out, I promise.
I got to bring you in, Salt.
Salt, put your face down.
Somebody's going to try to kill Russian president, you know that.
Do something about that.
That's you should worry about.
You have no where to run, quit now.
I didn't do anything.
She is on a blue semi, blue one, heading north.
Get a roadblock in place now.
Here she is, on the tank.
Stop. Stop.
Ev!
- You, my friend, you got a mole in your group. - You don't know that yet.
Actually, she's a trained goddamned liar.
Everything she set up to pronounce is to protect her cover.
Why don't you tell me how you really feel about it?
Get up on the shoulder! Get up on the shoulder!
Ok, take it down.
Shit!
Ok.
Ted, I know you are her friend,
but we got to drop a net in New York.
We got to do it now.
I don't find a secret service on my base detail.
Tell them Salt might be coming on their way.
If she is, Orlov may not be fall behind either.
You seen this?
Salt had spent her time in Russia as a kid.
She was in a car accident with her parents in 1988, they both died.
They were teachers at the US Embassy for American children of staff there.
So why we put her on Russia in the first place.
We need to get on a plane to New York tonight.
And here in New York City, security has been beeped up and the preparations are continuing well into the night
for the funeral of Vice President Maxwell Haulls.
Among the dignitaries will be attending the service tomorrow at the St. Bartholomew Church
is Russian President Boris Matveyev,
who will arrive here in Manhattan earlier this evening.
Evelyn, look at me.
If that was a way I would kill them.
- You shouldn't have come here. - What do you mean? I don't... I don't understand.
Now they know who you are.
Who?
Evelyn, who?
I would accept anything about you, but I need to know.
So... look at me. Look at me.
Just tell me, okay?
Just tell me.
I work...
I work for CIA.
See, there is...
there is no future for us.
You are not safe with me.
I don't want to be safe.
I know you.
And I wanna be with you.
I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
Okay?
Okay, okay.
Welcome to New York, Mrs. Fernandez.
One night at the luxury room?
Yes.
Mrs. Fernandez, do you need any help with your luggage?
No, I had, thanks.
A solemn day here in New York City.
The funeral of Vice President Maxwell Haulls.
A former 5 time US Senator and a Cold War warrior.
His greatest legacy maybe as architect of a new era of America and Russia relations.
Russian President Boris Matveyev has journey from Moscow
to be an honorary tomb burier to the man he's called "his greatest friend in the west".
What's security perimeter?
We are too deep inside, we are on this entire block.
And those are secret service agents.
Not CIA, so relax.
That's real funny.
I don't know you guys told jokes.
Due to the funeral, the 5th Street station is closed.
Good evening, due to the funeral, the 5th Street station is closed.
Step back. Step Back. Everybody moves out of way.
- Boris. - Mr. President.
Please be seated.
Mrs. Haulls, Elenore, Joe, we are sit down...
After the president finishes chorus sing, they may amoung them to the eulogy.
If they gonna try anything here, I have to be pretty amazing.
I knew he would bring more to the job than just his years of experience.
As vice president,
he showed the world the best of what it is to be in American.
And today, the world says goodbye to a great man.
- I will take the back. - Lima Zulu 4. Clear.
My friend Maxwell Haulls began of the unlikeliest places...
Lima Zulu 4, come in? Could you stand up, Lima Zulu 4?
We got two MIAs. Lima Zulu 4 at the corner of utility tunnel outside equiped and Lima Zulu 5.
I'm heading out to the crypt, some kind of trouble in there.
What is going on there, talk to me.
So knew the team Zulu 1, 2. Converge on crypt. Repeat. Converge on crypt.
He may call it difference and for that he will always have my respect.
Drop it.
Shooter's at the 12 o'clock.
Do not move!
Take her down, take her down.
Check all her weapons.
We need a medical group down the crypt immediately.
I cant feel the pulse.
Get out.
Come on, guys. Keep moving, keep moving.
Hey, hey, watch out, watch out.
What, what?
Do you have any idea how much blood is on your hands?
You gonna write my whole, Salt. I'm seeing you a personal dark goddam demon.
Back off, man. Back.
Let's go.
Matveyev was declared dead on the route to the hospital.
Jesus Christ.
Yeah.
You were right about it.
She had a drop on me, Ted.
Why didn't she shoot?
Cop down! Cop down! Hear me?
Get out of the car with your hands on your head.
- What is your name? - My name is Evelyn Salt.
- What college will you attend? - Princeton University.
- Where will you work? - The Central Intelligence Agency.
Who will you trust?
No one.
Be very patient.
Remember your training.
Remember you are not the only one.
There are many others.
- All of you waiting to strike. - Yes.
- And we will strike together. - Yes.
Wait.
One day I'll come for all of you.
Hello, Evelyn.
I am Mark Crenshaw from the US Embassy.
We're very sorry about your family's accident.
Rioters outside of the US Embassy cheer their new leaders worried and called on
taking a strong action against what they called a
state sponsored act terrorism on the part of the US.
These riots are supporting similar outbreak to entire American protestors across Russia.
We will strike back, says the new Russian President angrily,
condemn today's assassination by the American Intelligence officer, Evelyn Salt.
Even if the body of president Matveyev was on its way back to Moscow,
anti-America riots have rocket across Russia
with bombing, so the US diplomatic car in Moscow.
The Russian arm forces have been put on high alert.
Responding to a rapidly isolating crisis.
President Lewis has called for a emergency White House meeting...
Greetings, Comrade Orlov!
When I saw you in Washington, I almost ran to you.
You were not supposed to get married, not unless you cut great tactical advantage.
I did it to seem normal.
When you escaped today, I thought even I could not come hoped for so much.
You're my greatest creation.
You trained me well.
My husband, you have him?
I have to be certain.
But now you trust me?
Completely.
So, tell me what's next.
Next, part two.
We seize control of this country's atomic weapons.
How?
You're not hear from me again.
My daughter.
Chenkov. Do you remember me?
Chenkov.
Did you miss me?
Sneijder?
How long have you been here?
I left Russia one year after you.
I've been the NATO liaison of the White House for three years.
Colonel Edwards Thomas.
And you...
are my attache.
Your ID card.
Don't worry. We have plenty of time.
More important is our mission.
The bunker is eight stories below the White House.
That's where the president is going to be.
How do we do it?
Do not worry, he will be there, that's my job,
to make sure he's there.
What's my job?
Do you remember, Chenkov, when you were young
and you had to finish first in everything
and to be the best in everything.
Even though you knew you would be beaten with a cane, you had to finish first.
I remember.
Tonight you will finish ahead of me again.
Tonight you will kill America's president.
IDs, please.
Up the hood. Open the trunk.
Control, this is H. Evans. We have a Colonel named Thomas and a Major Kucik.
Colonel.
Major. All clear
You know the drill, colonel.
A shrapnel, from a Serbian landmine.
I spend more time looking at it, than the doctor did.
Step through, please, sir.
Turn around.
Thank you.
Patience is key, I've been coming here for two years, others have been here even longer.
- What others? - I don't know.
But you are the best of us
and I was the least.
There must be others who have to finish what we begin.
- Thomas, good to see you again. - Major Kucic.
Pleasure. You have exactly 2 minutes to prepare your views before the main meeting.
Ted, your Russian CIA agent, Salt,
who can tell us about her?
We think she maybe a Soviet plant,
started years ago on preparation for some of KGB
called "Day X."
The day that would mark the started large scale strike against US and her alias.
You should be the president now.
You got a big job, Chenkov. But you can do it.
- You still haven't told me what your job is. - Home.
I'm going home.
Get back.
- Are you okay, sir? - Yes.
- God damn it. - This is OP. Down with MOBO.
I think I saw her.
You saw who?
Salt.
I think I saw her in the corner.
Get the NATO officer.
She's here.
- Check. - Clear. Go!
Go!
We have an visual on the second assassin, Evelyn Salt.
Repeat, Evelyn Salt's presence, maybe dressed as a NATO officer.
I need this hallway. Clear it to the left. Now!
Main post, this is Jake, I need the PR let the bunker operate running.
If this is authorised by the Russian government, it is an act of war.
And we will respond.
Let's go, sir.
Close! Close!
Go, go.
Direct move approaching the bunker door in 5 seconds.
Clear.
Any chance she could follow?
My own men couldn't get to that door once it is closed.
Very well, but unfortunately she isn't one of yours.
Okay. Go!
Stay until the trunk seal...
Direct move, secure.
- Get me to Director Manfred. - Yes, sir.
Sir, I think we need seriously consider the possiblity that today,
right now, could be the start of Day X.
Mr. President, Director Manfred is up.
Marianne, what is the situation?
It should be coming up on one of your screens.
What you see there represents temperature drops and mobile missile units in Siberia.
It means so Russians are deploying their missiles to the field.
And that's been confirmed on the ground, Mr. president.
Mr. President, I strongly recommend we go from the DEFCON 4 to DEFCON2.
At least that all in bases.
Do it.
I insist the Russians have deployed, we need to look at our own nuclear attack options.
It's not on the table, it's not determined.
All right, Marianne, we'll come back to you.
Sir, the outer front door is jamed, no response.
And we just lost feed from most our security cameras.
We are blind down here and no one can enter this facility.
Command, our eyes are down both ways and we have a POC out of security plus front door not function.
Get out there now.
Seal this room.
Down that corridor, security.
This is the President Howard Lewis. Proceed with authentication.
Yes, Mr. President.
Ready to commence on authentication, sir.
Zulu, Tango, Echo, Seven, Niner, Juliet, XRay, Sierra,
Seven, Alpha, Mike, Charlie, Whiskey, Five, Six, Tango.
Authentication codes confirmed.
It's all yours now, Mr. President.
God be with you.
Attack options and the target are your control, Mr. President.
Anise, Nabble, where is your location?
- Is the camera outside this door working? - Yes.
Put it up.
Officer Draw what is your status?
Officer Draw, come in.
Who the hell is that?
That's her.
That's Evelyn Salt.
- Give me your side-arm, I am qualified. - No, sir, only Secret Service
preserved fire arm presents facility.
Screw protocols, Jack. We got an enemy agent out there.
Protocol is protocol, sir.
And dead... is dead.
I'm the National Security Advisor.
Not anymore.
Sit down.
Who are you?
My name, Mr. President, is Nikola Tarchovski.
And unless you do exactly as I say, I would be the last person you would ever see.
- Should we look at some selected attack options? - Go to hell.
- Select attack options. - Ted.
Why didn't you tell me?
But if you were with us in Russia, I would've remembered you.
Select attack targets acquired.
Tehran.
Mecca.
Mecca? Tehran?
You knew you first came to light me.
I don't think I would be able to do it,
that I'd be able to resist the temptation to say some...
Em... you and Mike... things changed.
What you were seen are live pictures of Russian President Matveyev arriving at the airport outside of Moscow.
This is astonishing. According to his doctor's,
president Matveyev's mistaken death is attributting to a temporary paralysis
from a toxin derived from spider venom.
Please don't shy.
I felt that I lost you there in North Korea.
I could see how moved you were by Mike when you walk through that white line. Do you?
You are supposed to a crude knife, and fall in love with him.
That's why I told Orlov to pick him up.
By the way, how is Mike?
Orlov is dead.
That's good news.
You saved me the trouble.
I detected him to desist on blowing your cover CIA.
You see,
you want to come out these things in a life.
You need someone to take the blame.
I'm the patsy.
And I'm the hero.
Congratulations, Ev.
You're about to become famous.
Identity confirmation requested.
Identity confirmed.
Permission to launch.
Get down on the floor, now!
I said now.
Launch sequence aborted. System restoring.
Show me your hands.
What is your name, sir?
I'm Ted Winter of the CIA. Help the president!
Mr. President, can you hear me?
- Aid is on the way. - Make sure you got body bags
There are at least seven here.
She wears bullet proof vests.
I want her alone in the room. There are other cases out here I want to talk about.
She won't talk, she's trained not to talk no matter what we do.
If we gonna find these people, we gonna find myself.
Somebody already did.
At least some of them. Barge east river, 12 dead, including Orlov.
Who did that?
I don't know, forensics are on it.
Please step back.
Step back, sir, please, step back.
It's Winter, it's Ted Winter, sir, you better get up here.
Sit down.
She's yours for 15 minutes during the flight.
Then she's the FBI's.
Why did you kill him?
Because somebody had to.
What?
Why it takes you think that everybody is who they say they are?
You knew something was wrong when Orlov walked in.
So did I.
We just don't know what it was.
Winter did.
Winter?
You expect me to believe that Winter is gonna launch some missiles
and you saved the world?
I would like you to believe it. Yeah.
It's a big accusation.
Well...
He is dead now, so he can't defend himself.
I guess you have to detect for yourself.
How many more like you are there?
Like me?
None.
Like him?
More than you and I can handle alone.
You really think that a trained Soviet agent
couldn't kill the Russian president at point blank if she wanted to?
Or you, for that matter.
I could kill you at the funeral, and I didn't.
You surrendered to me, because I think you know...
You know better.
I had a choice.
You know better.
If I did believe you...
and I'm unsane for a second that I do, but if I did.
Nobody else would.
Or maybe you can think a way around that.
They took everything from me.
I'll kill them.
Bullshit!
Go get them.