Please let me go home. Please, I'm not who you think I am.
I'm really not who you think I am.
Please. Please. I'm not a spy.
You are a spy. I'm not a spy.
Please let me go home. Try again.
I am not a spy. I am a businesswoman.
I work for Rink Petroleum and Gas.
Please call them. I work for Rink Petroleum.
You are here to sabotage our nuclear ambitions. Yes?
I am not a spy! I am not a spy!
Try again. I am not a spy.
You are a spy. I am not a spy.
Don't lie to me!
I am not a spy.
It is through the grace and munificence of our glorious Dear Leader
that the Democratic People's Republic of Korea
has pardoned the American imperialist
for her hostile acts against our socialist nation.
Keep your head down. Don't say anything till we make the swap.
In case Kim Jong Il here changes his mind.
Exchange.
Right face!
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, the State Department.
We didn't need the publicity so I figured we better do something
or he's gonna invade this goddamn rice-paddy republic himself.
You okay?
Yeah.
Hey.
Good morning. Happy anniversary.
You want me to make you breakfast?
How about pancakes?
Your 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.
Fold the next layer back as you did the two before it.
Turn the napkin over. Fold both sides back,
and over one another about a third of the way.
Check for symmetry and press the fold down well.
Are you doing this on company time?
And insert your favorite silverware... It's my anniversary.
And I want it to be perfect.
But that is not sexy.
No, but it is utilitarin.
And utilitarian is the new sexy.
I ran the trace. First name Usam, last name Utsaev.
Any verifiable hits? One.
Hey, Francis, do me a favor and stick that in the safe till tomorrow.
Mata Hari 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'd prefer "Your Majesty."
Was I ever that young?
Younger.
Walk me out.
How did the Oval Office briefing go?
Oh, you know. The usual.
President wants to know what's happening in Russia
the day before it happens. How about you? I heard that interview went well.
Fingers crossed.
You sure about this?
You know, once you start pushing paper, there's no turning back.
I had the strangest feeling when I was out last time.
I was homesick. Homesick?
Can't you take something for that? Sir! Sir!
We got a walk-in. A defector, 10 minutes ago.
Here? I guess he's not buying our cover.
Did 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 it got down to the subtleties of English nuance...
Ted, Mike's gonna be waiting for me. Yeah, and I got a plane to catch.
Come on, Salt.
No one can sort out a nutjob from the real thing faster than you.
I got 25 minutes. I got 26. Let's go.
Yeah, okay. Well, we'll decide when we know more.
Who called Counterintelligence? Not me.
Hey, Ted. We're crashing the party.
Peabody. Salt.
Please remove the hood.
Microphones are on.
Checking levels.
Baseline recorded.
Neural scan is up. Ready to go.
Ev. Mm. Yeah.
Commencing audio and visual recording.
Testing earpiece.
Interview has commenced at 1442.
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
Oleg Vassilyevich 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 damning myself,
it is that I no longer have anything to fear.
Russia is also dying.
But unlike me, she's not dead. Oleg Vassily Orlov,
shows up in 1993 in Novosibirsk Oblast, Siberia.
He was on Victor Barisovsky's staff there.
He checks out as FSB, Ev.
Scan says he's truthful on the cancer.
Prior to '93?
Russia was once strong, powerful...
Nothing. He doesn't exist.
And she will be again when things have been set back
on the correct path.
I have somewhere I need to be, Mr. Orlov,
so if you wouldn't mind getting to the point.
I came here to tell you a story.
I don't like stories.
But I'll listen anyway.
In English, please.
Others are listening.
1975.
The Cold War.
In a gymnasium in Grozny,
a Soviet Olympic wrestler
named Sasha Fyorodovich Chenkov
meets for the first time
the only female chess grand master of her era,
Anka Nurekyova.
Within a month, they were married.
And within a year, a child.
One month more,
the child was back in 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
a Russian patriot could ever invent.
A 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 22nd, 1963,
Alek became the first success of the new program
and a hero of the Soviet Union.
The spymaster was now given the go-ahead
to create many more like Alek.
Scores of agents, males and females,
to be substituted for Americans.
I pledge allegiance to the flag...
At an abandoned monastery,
Chenkov and other boys and girls learned English
long before they learned Russian.
Drilled in idiom,
idiosyncrasy and
ideology.
And by methods of rigorous physical and psychological programming,
the spymaster made warriors of iron.
Unquestioning and unbreakable.
Who crossed first?
Who crossed last?
You're killing me, man.
When does the good fairy come in?
Never.
It's a story without hope.
Chenkov was matched with the child of a visiting American family.
There was an accident. The family died.
Chenkov was sent to America
to live a complete lie
and to patiently await the day to attack from within.
Day X.
The long-awaited 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 KA 12.
"KA." Cold War legend.
Highly trained Russian sleeper agents
inserted into American society to sabotage and assassinate.
Supposedly they'd wait years to strike. Decade even.
Hmm. Supposedly.
So what, you don't believe in moles? I believe in moles, all right.
Just not the bogeyman.
Especially if the plan is to kill their own president.
This guy's selling smoke.
Wrap it up, Ev.
So a Russian agent is going to kill the Russian president? Is that it?
Mm-hm. Okay.
Thank you very much.
And what would you like in return for that information?
I simply wish to help you do,
what you need to do.
You're good.
The KA program is brilliant bullshit.
But I'm 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 registers truthful on everything he's said.
Ted?
Call Protective Services, make sure they find my husband.
- I need to get to the phone. - No. Not after the neural scan.
Because he did not flutter? I can beat that thing five times out of six.
I am trained 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's a reason he mentioned my wedding ring, Ted.
When they blow up a spy, they don't just blow up their cover
they blow up their whole cover life. You know that.
Do you remember Henley's wife? Yes, I do.
Speaker.
Please leave a message after the tone. Thanks. 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 who enjoys getting answers.
Look Ev, try to stay calm.
I'm not a goddamn Russian spy. I didn't say you were.
Let's go up to my office, we can sort this out.
No, no. We gotta go to a secure location. Now.
All right.
Doesn't get any more secure than this.
Ev? Five minutes.
- Call Protective Services, and tell them to find Mike. - I will.
This is bullshit.
Give us a sec, we'll be right in.
I know we're heading into your jurisdiction.
- I'm just asking you for five minutes. - No.
If I have to, yes. You can't have five minutes alone with her. I have to talk to her.
- She's scared. Don't you see that? - I don't care.
There is a mole in Russia house, Ted. There is a mole. I am sure.
Please step in the elevator.
... Russian president, okay? So I'm gonna ask you to step out of my way.
What the hell is that?
Sir.
I gotta pee.
Where do you think he went?
No one saw him coming out the front.
Jesus Christ. Here he is again.
No sign of him so far on the street.
It's two minutes ago, before lockdown.
Anything clean on him? We just got a match, sir.
It's May Day, 1981.
There's Brezhnev. And there...
Orlov. That's him.
He used to be a heavyweight once upon a time.
Get that photo out. Every ticket counter,
airport, train station, taxi dispatcher, the whole nine yards.
- Get me Medford on a secure line, now! - Yes, sir.
Top-right screen. Is that live? Yes, sir.
Where is she going? Track her.
No one may leave the building.
Rink Petroleum, Security.
Yes, you have a woman to your left, behind you. Evelyn Salt.
We lost the visual on her. Damn it. Where'd she go?
We are on security lockdown.
Dave? It's Evelyn, is Mike there?
No, I'm sorry. He left after lunch.
Hey, happy anniversary, huh?
The stairwell.
Second floor. What's on that floor?
It's empty, a security buffer. Isolate and seal it.
Get her records to my handheld.
East corridor.
Notifying Metropolitan Police.
Kill the power to the elevator doors.
We got her.
Locking down all floors.
Security Protective Service responding to threat.
All right. Get a tactical team to meet me on the south stairwell.
- Yes, sir. - Director Medford, sir.
Get me a side arm.
I'll call her back.
Shit. Lost visual.
Where is she, Albert? Talk to me.
Come on.
North hallway.
There, interrogation room, bring it up.
Switch down, switch down.
Have you found him?
What the hell are you doing, Ev?
This doesn't look good.
Let's do it. Move.
There's a tac team coming at you in 30 seconds.
Get your panties off the camera.
Get where we can see you so you don't get hurt.
Have you found my husband? These boys aren't fooling around.
Please. I can't help you unless you talk to me.
Call me when you find Mike.
Sweeping corridors outside the elevator.
Put the masks on.
Situation is hot.
Open the door about two feet. We 're gonna gas her.
Tac team in position. Waiting for a go.
Is that absolutely necessary?
What, you want me to shoot her?
Get a medical team in place now.
We're ready.
Now.
Okay, on my count.
Three, two, one. Go.
Jesus Christ.
Where is she? Come on, guys.
Find her, Albert. Now. Suspect has escaped.
There. Bring that up.
Stay with her, she's crossing the street.
Pan the goddamn camera.
Back that up and zoom in.
We're looking for Michael Krause.
Freeze.
We're looking for her husband, Mike.
What the hell are you doing, Ev?
Wait, when was that? No. No message.
Let's switch to the exterior cameras.
Michael Krause left his office at the Smithsonian an hour ago.
Salt's apartment is 20 minutes away.
We can cover it, but she won't go there.
She will if she's serious about Mike. This stays in-house.
Okay.
Taxi!
U Street. I'll tell you when to stop.
Hi, this is Mike. Please leave a message after the tone.
He's one of the world's top arachnologists, Ev,
and as such, enjoys pretty much unrestricted access
to the borders of North Korea.
So brush up on your bugs and get to know him.
He's the perfect cover to get us inside.
Mike?
Mike? Honey?
Hey, baby. Hey, baby.
It's all right. Shh.
It's okay. Where's Daddy? Where's Daddy?
Come on. Come on.
Check for back exits.
Go! Go!
Bedroom, clear!
Kitchen is clear.
Office, clear!
Living room, clear!
Everybody out. Sixty seconds.
Come here.
What are you doing?
She's not here. No sign of the husband either.
Did it ever occur to you that that Russian was lying?
- Why'd she run? - Oh, I don't know.
Because you were gonna lock 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 in or we bring her down.
Do you have any idea who this woman is?
What she's done for this country? Does that mean anything to you?
Should it?
Is your mom home? No.
No? Can you do me a favor? Yeah.
Hi. You baby-sit Burt for me?
Oh, yeah. Yeah? Here's some money for food.
Hi, Burt.
What you doing? You doing homework?
Yeah, math.
Algebra. I hate math.
Hi. Nice to see you again.
You talking to me? Yeah, I've seen you here before.
Yeah, I-- Yeah, I come here a lot.
You?
Oh, I'm working here.
At the museum.
I'm an arachnologist. A what?
A spider hunter.
You look like one.
There are 40,000 species of spiders in the world.
And that one is mine.
You discovered it.
Inside North Korea.
I named it Terrijoolsima Peterbesti.
Do you get that?
No. Should I?
Peterbesti? I named it after Pete Best.
The first drummer before Ringo.
Best never was a famous Beatle,
but now he's a famous spider.
I got her.
She's heading north towards the Metro station.
Ev!
She's eastbound, in the Penn Quarter Mall.
Excuse me.
Will do. Headed there now.
There she is.
All teams, southbound, toward the bridge. Box her in.
Circle around!
Salt! Stop!
Keep her in your sights! Coming up behind you!
Fuck!
Keep back! Hold your fire!
Salt! Down!
Salt!
Spread out!
Salt! Don't shoot! Don't shoot, I'm innocent!
- On the ground. Now! - Please don't. No!
Down! Salt! Do it now! On the ground!
I have to find my husband.
- Why'd you run? - I have to find my husband!
- That's not a reason. - Please, don't shoot.
- Stay back! - Last chance.
I'm innocent. Somebody is setting me up!
- Don't make me put you down. - Put the gun down!
- Give yourself up! - Come on, Ev.
Do what he says. We'll sort this out, I promise.
I gotta bring you in, Salt. It's over. Face down.
Somebody's going to try to kill the Russian president.
Do something about that! That's what you should worry about.
There's nowhere to run! Quit now!
No, I didn't do anything.
Get back! No!
She's on a blue semi. Route 1, heading north.
Get a roadblock in place now.
Metro Police on alert.
There she is. On the tanker.
Stop. Stop!
Ev!
You, my friend, have got a mole in your group.
We don't know that yet. I'd say she's a trained goddamn liar
and everything she's said has been to protect her cover.
Well, why don't you tell me how you really feel about it?
Get up on the shoulder! Get up on the shoulder!
Okay, take it down.
Shit!
Okay.
Ted, I know you're her friend,
but we gotta drop a net on New York.
We gotta do it now. Let's go!
Notify the Secret Service on Matveyev's detail.
Tell them Salt might be coming their way.
And if she is, Orlov may not be far behind either.
You seen this?
Salt spent time in Russia as a kid.
She was in a car accident with her parents in '88. They both died.
They were teachers at the U.S. Embassy for the American children of the staff there.
That's why we put her on Russia in the first place.
We need to get on a plane to New York. Tonight.
Send everything we've got on Orlov to N.Y.P.D.
And here in New York City, security has been beefed up
and preparations are continuing well into the night
for the funeral of Vice President Maxwell Oates.
Among the dignitaries that will be attending the service at St. Bartholomew's Church
is Russian president Boris Matveyev,
who arrived here in Manhattan earlier this evening.
Public transportation will experience delays, with subway closures and...
Evelyn.
Look at me.
If there was a way, I would kill them.
You shouldn't have come here.
What do you mean? 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 the CIA.
So you see, there's...
There's no future for us.
You're not safe with me.
I don't wanna 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, Miss Hernandez. One night, a deluxe room.
Do you need any help with your luggage?
Nope, I got it. Thanks.
I'll put these in the closet, sir?
Yeah, fine.
I do solemnly swear
that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States
against all enemies, foreign and domestic.
That I will faithfully discharge
the duties of the office on which I'm about to enter.
the duties of the office on which I am about to enter.
So help me God. So help me God.
A solemn day here in New York City.
The funeral of Vice President Maxwell Oates,
a former five-term U.S. senator and Cold War warrior
whose greatest legacy may be as architect
of the new era of Russian-American relations.
Russian president Boris Matveyev
has journeyed from Moscow to be an honorary pallbearer
to the man he's called his greatest friend in the west.
What's the security perimeter?
We're two deep inside and we own this entire block.
And those are Secret Service agents, not CIA.
- So relax. - That's real funny.
Didn't know you guys told jokes.
Detail, halt.
Forward, march.
Due to the funeral, the 51 st Street station is closed.
Repeat: Due to the funeral, the 51 st Street station is closed.
What--? Hey, what's going on?
Hey! There's smoke.
Step back, step back. Everybody, move out of the way.
Eleanor. Good to see you.
Thank you.
Boris. Mr. President.
Hello.
Please be seated.
Stand by for president's speech.
Patrolling church exterior. No one in or out the side doors.
Mrs. Oates.
Eleanor, Joe, Marissa, Donald...
After the president, the choir sings, then Matveyev delivers the eulogy.
If your girl tries anything here, it'd 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 an American.
And today,
the world says goodbye to a great man.
I'll check the back.
Lima Zulu 4, clear.
My friendship with Maxwell Oates
began in the unlikeliest of places:
Lima Zulu 4, come in.
Across the negotiating table...
What's your status, Lima Zulu 4?
We got two MIAs.
Lima Zulu 4 in the utility tunnel outside the crypt entrance and Lima Zulu 5.
I'm heading down to the crypt. Some kind of trouble down there.
What's going on, guys? Talk to me.
Subunits Lima Zulu 1, 2 and 3, converge on the crypt. Repeat:
Converge on the crypt.
He made all the difference, and for that,
he will always have my respect and admiration.
That is what my friend Maxwell Oates would have said.
What's going on?
Matveyev.
Get goddamn Matveyev.
Get the bomb squad in here! Go, go!
Drop it!
Any MTs down here? I see her.
Keep your hands up! Shooter's at 12 o'clock.
Gun! She's got a gun. She has a gun! Don't move!
Do not move! Do not move! Keep your hands up!
Take her down, take her down!
Check for other weapons.
We need a medical crew in the crypt immediately.
I can't feel a pulse.
Jurisdiction is clear. This is New York City.
N.Y.P.D. has her. She's going to 1 Police Plaza.
- I'm not arguing jurisdiction. - We don't know yet, sir.
- The shooter is CIA. I know her. - Yes sir, I'll be there.
I'll be on the next chopper out sir.
- Have your superior call the mayor. - Open up, guy, open up.
Back it up! Back it up!
Come on, guys. Keep moving. Keep moving. Keep moving.
Let's go, let's go.
Hey, watch this guy, watch this guy.
Back up! Keep moving.
Sir, back up!
Why? Why?!
Do you have any idea how much blood is on your hands?
You're gonna rot in a hole, Salt.
I'm gonna see to it, personally! A dark goddamn hole!
Get ahold of yourself.
Get the door, get the door.
Get off me! Back off, man! Back off!
That's it. Let's go.
Stand back.
Close it! Go, go, go!
Matveyev was declared dead en route to the hospital.
Jesus Christ.
Yeah.
You were right about her.
She had the drop on me, Ted.
Why didn't she shoot?
Natasha.
Is that you?
Did they give you a new face?
I'm going home tomorrow, Schneider.
Home to Grozny?
My home is in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.
My favorite place there is McDonald's on Fern Street
because it's near the river.
But I won't want to go there anymore
because my mother and father are dead.
Natasha,
will you miss me?
My name is Evelyn Salt.
Cop down, cop down! Hear me!
Get out of the car with your hands on your head!
Right now! Hands in the air!
Hey, did you see that? Hey, get those guys over here.
Get them over here to help.
Somebody help me get him out. Help me get him out.
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're 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 will come for all of you.
Hello, Evelyn.
I'm Martin Crenshaw from the U.S. Embassy.
We're very sorry about your family's accident.
Rioters outside the U.S. Embassy cheered their new leader's words
and called on him to take strong action against what they are calling
a state-sponsored act of terrorism on the part of the U.S.
These riots are sparking similar outbreaks
of anti-American protests across Russia.
"We will strike back", says the new Russian president,
angrily condemning today's assassination
by American intelligence officer Evelyn Salt.
As the body of slain President Matveyev is on its way back to Moscow,
anti-American riots have erupted across Russia,
with bombings of U.S. diplomats' cars in Moscow.
The Russian armed forces have been put on high alert.
Responding to a rapidly escalating crisis,
President Lewis has called for an emergency White House meeting
with cabinet members, military leaders and NATO representatives.
Greetings, Comrade Chenkov!
When I saw you in Washington, I almost ran to you.
You were not supposed to get married.
Not unless it had great tactical advantage.
I did it to seem normal.
When you escaped today, I thought:
"Even I could not have hoped for so much."
You are my greatest creation.
You trained me well.
My husband, you have him?
I had 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'll see.
All right.
Are you ready to watch him die?
Give me the gun.
That would be too easy.
Satisfied?
I'm satisfied.
Comrades,
our sister has rejoined us.
Russia will rise from the ashes
of the greatest war the world has ever seen.
And the world will hear us!
Will hear.
Welcome back to our family, sister.
Sister.
Russia has changed. But our lives will not be wasted.
You're to meet an agent, NATO uniform, at a plane here.
Tail number N182SL.
Final instructions will come from him.
That's it. That's it.
After this, we go dark.
Radio silent.
You won't hear from me again,
my daughter.
Forever and ever.
Have you heard from Orlov?
Yes. Last word was "go."
Chenkov.
Do you remember me?
Chenkov.
Did you miss me?
Schneider?
How long have you been here?
I left Russia one year after you. To Prague.
I've been the NATO liaison to the White House for three years.
Colonel Edward Tomas.
And you are my attache.
Your ID.
Don't worry, we have plenty of time.
More importantly, our mission.
The bunker eight stories below the White House.
That's where the president needs to be.
How do we do it?
Don't worry, he'll be there. That's my job. I'll make sure he's there.
What's my job? Do you remember, Chenkov,
when we were young and you had to finish first in everything?
You had to be the best at anything.
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.
Pop the hood and open the trunk.
I'll check the side.
Control, this is Hayes.
I have a Colonel Tomas and a Major Vicek.
Undercarriage is clean.
Back's clean.
Colonel. Major. All clear.
You know the drill, colonel.
Shrapnel. A Serbian landmine.
They've spent more time looking at it than the doctor did.
Step through, please, sir.
Turn around.
Thank you.
- Step through. Arms out. - 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 were the best of us and I was the least.
There must be others, here to finish what we begin.
Colonel Tomas. Good to see you again.
- Major Vicek. - Pleasure.
You'll have minutes to preview NATO's point of view, before the main meeting.
Now Ted, your Russian CI agent, Salt.
What can you tell us about her? We think she may be a Soviet plant,
inserted years ago in preparation for something the KGB called Day X.
A day marking the start of a large strike against the U.S. and her allies.
This should be the president now.
You have a big job, Chenkov,
but you can do it.
You still haven't told me what your job is.
Home.
I'm going home.
Down! Take cover! Get the president!
A gun! He's got a gun! Get back!
Are you okay, sir? Yes.
Goddamn it. Geronimo is SOP, downward mobile.
Help, over here!
Get a medic! Get a medic!
I think I saw her.
You saw who?
Salt.
I think I saw her in the corridor.
The other NATO officer.
She's here.
Check.
Clear. Move.
Go!
We may have a visual on a second assailant. Evelyn Salt.
Repeat: Evelyn Salt on premises. May be dressed as a NATO officer.
This is not a drill. The White House is under attack.
If you are near an exit, please proceed outside in an orderly manner.
This is not a drill.
I need this hallway cleared to the left, now!
Command post, this is Jenks. I need the PEOC bunker up and running.
If this was authorized by the Russian government,
it is an act of war, and we will respond.
If you are near an exit, please proceed outside in an orderly manner.
This is not a drill.
- Clear! - Let's go, sir.
Alpha team!
Move, move.
Close it.
Please proceed outside in an orderly manner.
This is not a drill.
Go, go.
Geronimo approaching bunker door in five seconds.
Clear.
Any chance she could follow?
My own men couldn't get through that door once it is closed.
Yeah, well, unfortunately, she isn't one of yours.
Okay, go.
Stay until it's shut and sealed.
Geronimo secured.
Get me Director Medford. Yes, sir.
Sir, I think we need to seriously consider the possibility
that today, right now, could be the start of Day X.
Mr. President, Director Medford is up.
Marion, what's the situation?
It should be coming up on one of your screens.
What you see there represents temperature drops
in mobile missile units in Siberia.
It means the 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 DEFCON 4 to DEFCON 2.
At least at our forward bases.
Do it.
And since the Russians have deployed,
we need to look at our own nuclear attack options.
It's not on the table, it's not a deterrent.
Thanks, Marion. We'll come back to you.
Sir.
The outer portal door is jammed. No response.
And we just lost the feed from most of our security cameras.
We're blind down here and no one can enter this facility.
Command, our eyes are down. We have a PEOC outer security door malfunction.
Get out there now.
Seal this room.
Down that corridor. Secure it.
Victims are being taken to George Washington Hospital.
Reports are coming in that there are casualties at the White House.
This is President Howard Lewis.
Proceed with authentication. Yes, Mr. President.
Ready to commence authentication.
Zulu.
Tango. Echo.
Seven. Niner.
Juliett. X-ray.
Sierra. Seven.
Alfa. Mike.
Charlie. Whiskey.
Five. Six.
Tango.
Authentication codes confirmed.
It's all yours now, Mr. President.
God be with you.
Attack options and targeting under your control, Mr. President.
Anders and Nablo, what's your location?
Is the camera outside this door working? Put it up.
Officer Dryer, what's your status?
Officer Dryer, come in.
Federal Communication Commission
is activating the Emergency Alert System.
Who the hell's that?
That's her. That's Evelyn Salt.
She's in. Go to DEFCON 1.
Give me your side arm.
No, sir. Only Secret Service possess firearms in the president's vicinity.
Screw protocol. We got an enemy agent.
Protocol is protocol, sir.
And dead is dead.
Behind me!
I'm the national security advisor.
Not anymore.
Sit down.
Who are you?
My name, Mr. President, is Nikolai Tarkovsky.
And unless you do exactly as I say,
I will be the last person you will ever see.
Shall we look at some selective attack options?
Go to hell.
Selective attack options ready.
Ted?
Emergency action message released by...
Congratulations, Comrade Chenkov. You made it.
Why didn't you tell me?
I tried many times, but...
My loneliness was my only friend.
You weren't with us in Russia. I would have remembered you.
I was a class ahead, comrade.
The brightest of any of Orlov's stars.
And now it's my honor to launch the attack.
Excuse me.
Selective attack targets acquired.
Tehran.
Mecca.
Mecca? Tehran?
Part two of our plan.
Kill nine million people.
Enrage a billion Muslims.
America will suffer a painful death.
Permissive action links initiated.
Missiles arming.
Nuclear command
posts airborne.
Let me join you.
ICBMs set to
maximum yield.
You know, when you first came to Langley,
I didn't think I'd be able to do it.
I didn't think I'd be able to
resist the temptation to say something.
Then you met Mike and,
well, things changed.
Let me join you.
All these years right in front of me and I never knew.
Let me join you.
I want to be with you.
The man we thought was dead has made a resurrection that is miraculous.
President Matveyev is alive.
We 're going to Russia. What you are seeing
are live pictures of Russian president Matveyev
arriving at the airport outside of Moscow. This is astonishing.
According to his doctors, President Matveyev's mistaken death
is attributed to a temporary paralysis
from a toxin derived from spider venom.
A recap for those who may not have been following the events of the day...
At least I was right.
I had a feeling we'd lost you back there in North Korea.
I could see how moved you were by Mike's little white-knight routine.
You were supposed to recruit him, Ev,
not fall in love with him.
That's why I told Orlov to pick him up.
By the way, how is Mike?
Orlov is dead.
Well, that's good news.
Saved me the trouble.
I had to practically twist his arm to get him to blow your cover at the CIA.
You see, he wanted you to come out of this thing alive.
But you needed somebody 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.
Minuteman III ICBMs' batteries up to power.
Authorization, 99 percent.
Go!
Permissive action links initiated.
Trident submarines at firing readiness.
Permission to launch.
Get down on the floor, now!
I said now!
Launch sequence aborted. Systems restored.
- Move, move, move! - Show me your hands!
- Get down! - What is your name, sir?
I'm Theodore Winter, CIA. Help the president.
Mr. President.
Mr. President, can you hear me?
- Hold still. - EMT's on the way.
Make sure they got body bags. At least seven.
She's wearing a vest.
I'll meet you in five minutes. I wanna get cleaned up.
And I want her alone in a room.
If there are other KAs out there, I want her talking.
She won't talk. She's trained not to, no matter what we do to her.
If we're gonna find these people, we gotta find 'm ourselves.
Somebody already did. At least some of them.
Barge on the East River. Twelve dead, including Orlov.
Who did that?
Don't know. Forensics are on it.
I'm gonna get cleaned up. I'll be right back.
Well, sir, you're injured. Why don't you have a seat? We'll take a look at you.
Are you okay?
Pretty good gash there.
Looks like you got a piece of glass in there.
She killed someone else.
It's Winter. It's Ted Winter, sir. You better get up here.
Check him. Check him!
Checking vitals.
I'm not getting a pulse. I'm not getting much.
Sit down.
She's yours for 15 minutes during the flight.
Give me your hands. Then she's the FBI's.
Hey.
Why'd you kill him?
Because somebody had to.
What?!
By this, I take it you think everybody is who they say they are.
You knew something was wrong the moment Orlov walked in.
So did I.
We just didn't know what it was.
Winter did. Winter?
You expect me to believe that Winter was gonna launch the missiles
and you saved the world?
I would like you to believe that, yeah.
That's a big accusation.
Well,
he's dead now so he can't defend himself.
I guess you'll just have to decide for yourself.
How many more like you are there?
Like me?
None.
Like him?
More than you or I can handle alone.
You really think a trained Soviet agent
couldn't kill the Russian president at point-blank range if she wanted to?
Or you, for that matter.
I could've killed you at the funeral and I didn't.
You surrendered to me because I gave you no choice.
You know better.
I had a choice.
You know better.
If I did believe you,
and I'm not saying for a second that I do, but if I did,
nobody else would.
Well, maybe you can think of a way around that.
They took everything from me.
I'll kill them.
ETA, four minutes.
Bullshit!
We are approaching the Potomac, heading due south and west.
Go get them.
Salt!
Circle back! Circle back!
New U.S. President Joseph Steppens announced today
that with the death of Natasha Chenkov,
known in the U.S. as Evelyn Salt, all elements of the terrorist group
have been eliminated. The announcement came
during his Moscow peacekeeping visit
where President Steppens paused to lay flowers
at the site of the 1974 plane crash that killed his parents and sister
while on a tour of Russia.