All language subtitles for G.S01E04.1080p.WEB.H264-DiMEPiECE_track3_[eng]

[tense music]

[Rousseau]: Saw those men again.

[Sara]: What men?

- Not Gold's men,
the other ones.

- So, in the interrogation,
Gray admitted that she hid

a stash of cash before
she went underground.

- It's gone now,
but from these wrappers,

I guess it was 7 million
dollars here.

[tense music]

[Gray]: Is that Russian?
[Sara]: Code.

My stepmother had
coded communication.

- I received some intelligence
about our friend, Levitsky.

- Cerberus only found out
he was alive

when they learned it from me.
A week later, he's murdered?

- Mm, that confirms
that the mole

was one of the heads
of Cerberus.

- I need a peek at Abbott's
financial records.

You must be Celia.
It's so nice to meet you.

Your mother is so dear.

- You crossed a line.

[choking]

[bird calling]

[soft music]

[coughing]

[groaning]

- Ah...

[birdsong]

[soft piano music]

- I'm counting on you to bark
if she comes up behind me.

[tires screeching]

[mysterious music]

[sirens wailing]

- Yes, I-I'd like to speak
with George Liang

in new accounts.

No, I can only speak
with Mr. Liang.

Please, have him call this
number as soon as he can.

- Rough night, Abbott?

[sighing]

- Defense is keeping this quiet,
but there was an incident

this morning. Personnel file
must have been leaked.

Blake Granger,
American engineer,

assigned to the Freedom Missile
program in Seoul.

He was lured to the DMZ.
He was kidnapped.

- Ooh. That's your program,
isn't it, Abbott?

- Could they have used
the IEP on Granger?

- That's the concern.
If they did, the intel

he could spill would have
catastrophic results.

- Everyone have a great weekend?

- If there's still a problem,
why the fuck is she still here?

- Valid point.

- Mm.

This is so good.

We used to have the worst
coffee back when I started.

- Oh, let's table this for now.

- All right.
We'll pick this up later.

- You found it.

- Hmm.

- Tagg, we need to talk.

- In my office.

- I sleep so well at your house.

David has very expensive taste.

- My husband, David?

Oh, I see.

You rattled Gold's cage
and Abbott's,

and now it's my turn, hmm?

- I looked at your financials.

Around the time
that you met David,

you started having these
unexplained influxes of cash.

- We are not having
this conversation.

- You bought the house
you're in now,

a bungalow in Virginia Beach.

You pay for the surrogate,

you pay for the country
club membership,

you paid for David's
cosmetic dentistry,

you paid for David's therapy,

you paid for David's
riding lessons...

Blah, blah, blah.

- You are this close

to going back
into your concrete box.

- For pointing out that
your much younger husband

is expensive?

Or is that just something--

...you say to friends?

Hmm. Hmm.

Open this if I don't
come back.

Don't show Tagg.

- Tagg?

- We only have each other now.

[ominous music]

- Let's go for a ride.

- I know what I said.
Of course, I know.

I said it, didn't I?
But what I'm saying now

is things are busier
than I expected them to be.

[knocking]

I can't do one week on,
one week off, David.

It has to stay--
[knocking]

Come in!

It has to stay every other day.

B-but you see I-I'm not asking
to change things.

I'm asking for the opposite
of changing things.

I'm asking for not
to change things.

I'm asking for no cha--

Sure. Th-that's just
for right now; that could cha--

Yes, the change could
change today, for all--

I don't know. I wish I did.

Sure. Fine.

You'll be the first to find out.
Okay. Okay. Yep.

Yep. Yep.

Love you.

Did you give Gray my financials?

- Mm, yeah, along with
everyone else's.

You said to do whatever she...

- Sure. It's fine, it's fine.
It's just, she's just...

- Gray.
- Ugh!

Gray.

How did she react when you told
her about the storage locker?

- Mm, I haven't told her.

I mean, should I?

- She had a great deal of money
in that storage locker.

Where did it go?

She could be funding
a whole war

with that fucking
storage locker.

[tense music]

She's in your head.

I need you in her head,

but she's in yours, isn't she?

- What? No.

- Do I need to take
you off of this?

- She's not in my head.

- Here's the question
you need to be asking,

and this goes for every
interaction you have with her:

"How does what I'm doing
benefit Cornelia Gray?"

- I'm sorry?
- What will she gain

by letting you find the locker?

- She didn't "let me."
- Oh, it's best to assume

that she did.
- Sir, I think you're giving her

way too much credit.
I've studied her files.

I know what she is.
I'm actually a lot like her,

only better.

I've been playing along,
the wide-eyed protégé.

I know what I'm doing.
- Look at me. I'm shaking.

I just spent two minutes
with her.

Did you see what
she did to Abbott?

- No, what did she do?
- I don't know.

But did Abbott seem even
vaguely Abbott-like to you?

And what was he doing
with her bra?

- Well, I don't--
- Okay, look...

Let's say "Sara finds the money"

wasn't part of her
original plan,

which I doubt. But you still
have to ask yourself

how will she benefit if you
tell her you found the locker?

And how does she benefit
if you don't tell her?

- How does she benefit
if we keep having

this conversation? And how does
she benefit if we stop?

- Exactly.

Did your father ever tell you

the moment he knew
he had to hire Gray?

Gray has an older sister,
Margaret.

She also had a brother, Paul,

but, well,
that's something else.

- Mm-hmm.
That's all in her file.

- Yes, well, this isn't.

Gray was six, or seven.

Margaret was a teenager.

Gray was her grandmother's
favorite;

precocious, already smarter
than Margaret,

even with the age gap.

One hot summer day,

Margaret padlocked her
in a toy chest in the garage

and then went off
with her friends.

Gray screamed herself hoarse,

but no one heard.

She banged, she kicked,
she pushed for three hours,

but the box was made of oak.

Finally, exhausted, dehydrated,

she managed to remove a hinge

by tearing off the toenail
of her big toe,

folding it over,
and using it as a screwdriver.

You're not like her, Sara.

Hmm.

- Did John ever learn about--?
- No.

And at this point,
he-he's not going to.

- I came across snapshots
of us just last night.

- Beach or bedroom?

- Both. Antigua, remember?

- How could I forget
that sprawling place

your father owns?

- Well, it's mine now.
Well, practically.

- Has he passed?

- He's hanging on,
but he can't travel.

Parkinson's, Alzheimer's.

- That must be sad.

- Yes, it must be.

- Did I ever tell you he tried
something on that trip?

- No!
[laughing]

But he did.
- Oh. Sweet old lech.

- He was very proud, too.
Kept a written record.

You know, I found it
when I was seven.

Ah, caused such a stir
at Easter dinner

when I asked why my three aunts
all had a different

number of stars next to their
name in my father's red book.

- Did you bring me out
just to reminisce?

- No. I have information
I've decided to share,

which might be critical
for your investigation.

Did you hear Tagg
asking about the IEP?

If you're not familiar with it,

it's the Interrogation
Enhancement Program.

It was developed
under Christina Gold.

- And she may have mentioned
it in my bathtub.

- Six months ago, a sample of it
found its way into the hands

of the Reconnaissance
General Bureau,

who enlisted the aid of the SVR
to reverse engineer it.

- The mole?
- Feeling at the time

was your friend Tagg
may have been behind its sale.

- Are y-- Are you saying
Tagg's the mole?

- He vehemently opposed the IEP.

It's success vaulted Gold
ahead of him

with the pecking order
of Cerberus.

If a copy of the IEP
is used on Blake Granger

and he exposes
the Freedom Missile program,

Gold's career
will never recover.

Tagg is the one who benefits.

[tense music]

- Beckham.

- Something wrong?

- Just looking for Gray's
footprints on the internet.

- All the material on the IEP
is under lock and key

at the Pentagon. We'll bring you
in under my clearance.

No photos, no notes.

- I don't need notes.
- Oh, yes, of course.

How could I forget? The amazing
memory of Cornelia Gray.

[siren wailing]

[narrator on TV]: Group J
of 20 life-sentence prisoners

were each issued
a playing card.

Each was informed if they did
not reveal the card

to interrogators
within 48 hours,

they would be rewarded
with a full pardon.

[indistinct chatter]

This prisoner revealed his card
nine hours, 22 minutes

after administration
of IEP-485.

Eighteen prisoners revealed
card within 27 hours

of administration of IEP-485.

Eighteen prisoners who revealed
card died of various causes

within 14 days of
administration of IEP-485.

Names and causes
of death are attached.

- They're all dead.

If Chase comes back,

tell him I went to get
something to eat. Excuse me.

[indistinct chatter]

Hello.

- George Liang,
Grand Liberty Savings,

returning your phone call.
How can I help you today?

- Hi. George, w-we don't
actually know each other,

but this is Cornelia Gray.

- Oh. Uh, hi.

Well, it's great
to finally meet you.

Even though it's over the phone.

Did Sophie know you were
going to call, or--?

- No.

- No, of course not.

- The last thing I want to do
is put you

in the middle of anything,
so please feel free to say no,

or hang up and we can pretend
we never talked.

But would you...

Would you ever have time
to meet me?

- I'd really like that.

Are you free tomorrow morning
around eight?

- Sure. Eight o'clock where?

- How's Sunset Grill? On 11th?

- Um, I'm sorry. I-I'm having
trouble hearing you. Where?

- Sunset Grill.
- Oh, I know that place!

Yes, eight o'clock.
Thank you. Thank you.

You don't know what
this means to me.

- Of course.
- Take care.

- You, too.

Ah!

[tense music]

Oh...

[breathing heavily]

All right?
- Yeah, in the back.

- Thank you.
[chuckling]

[breathing heavily]

Excuse me.

- Why didn't you pick up?
What happened?

- I-it's okay.

- I need help does not
mean it's okay.

One of those statements
is a lie.

- You're angry.
You've been angry all morning.

- Why did you have these?

- I-I wanted to see how
Winston Beckham's

daughter turned out.

- You found out I was
the one looking for you.

Also, these dust marks
match the configuration

of a desktop computer that sat
underneath a worktable,

but I thought you didn't
have a computer?

- I never said,
I never said that.

- These pictures were snatched
from my friend Ann-Marie's

Facebook page.

- I didn't want to be traced.
I knew they would find me

if I looked up Ben
or Sophie or John.

Do you know how hard that was?

- And where's the computer?

- In a landfill. This is Tagg.

He's trying to drive
a wedge between us.

He knows you're the only person
I can trust.

- You say that, yet you won't
stop playing games!

And that book you gave me.
What am I meant to do with that?

What's going on? Oh, my God!

You okay? Shit. What happened?

Come in. Come in. What happened?

- Well, I barely even knew
what happened. I didn't even...

That's why I just texted.

I didn't even feel it.
I didn't, oh, God.

[gasping]

Leaving Sophie and Ben
left a hole.

But when Elizabeth next door
was born,

for the first time,
I had a-a substitute.

I would babysit
once or twice a month.

- Oh, they may have
nicked a kidney.

- I've been stabbed before,
trust me, it missed the kidney.

And I fed her. I bathed her.
I dressed her.

I bandaged her knee
when she fell off her bike. I...

I was proud of her when
she won her school spelling bee.

What little girl knows
how to spell "peninsula"?

I was part of a family again.

But one night,
when her parents were out,

she had a-a bad cough.

I sat with her in my arms
on the edge of the tub

and ran the water as hot
as I could get it,

but the steam wouldn't help it.

I wrapped her in a blanket
and raced her to the hospital.

Trachea infection, turns out,

n-not very common.
They had to intubate.

The doctor told me she...

she might have died
had I waited one minute longer.

- Then what happened?

- It was pretend.

Her parents came.

I-I mean they were
grateful, beyond grateful.

Elizabeth was in the hospital
for seven days.

Her mother was allowed...

at her bedside the entire time.

The hospital wouldn't
let me visit.

I wasn't family.

Even when they
brought her home,

her mother wouldn't allow me
to see her because...

of the risk of reinfection.

I-I-I don't blame her,

but it made me remember...

I have a family.

And they're not pretend.

Yesterday with Ben? His eyes.

[exhaling]

Those were his eyes!
The eyes don't change, do they?

I held him so tightly
and for a second,

he was my child again.

[inhaling sharply]

- We should have gone
to Urgent Care.

- He's... He's so handsome
and shy.

That's the best combination,
isn't it?

[chuckling]

We talked for about an hour;
he really started to open up.

- They could have
got your kidney.

- They missed the kidney.

And now...

I'm going to see...

Rose's dad, and that means
I'm going to meet Rose soon.

And when...

when I hold her,
I'm never going to let her go.

- This was a bad idea.

- Sara, I've been
stabbed before.

If it was the kidney,
I would have gone into shock

and been pissing blood,
believe me.

- You at least need stitches.

- It's-it's--
Grab the clear nail polish

and just put it on,

and then slap this covering
back on. Just...

- This?
- Oh... Mm-hmm.

[groaning]

[breathing deeply]

- Okay.

Wait.
- Yeah, just slap it back on.

- This isn't a bandage.
It's a scarf.

It's actually quite nice.

- Well, it's cotton.

And I didn't see an apothecary.

Sometimes you have to take
what God puts in your path.

- Did you actually say that?
- What?

- Apothecary.

- Yeah.

Apothecary.
Wh-what do you say?

- I don't know? Chemist?
Drug store? Pharmacy?

[soft music]

[Cornet]: What do you mean,
missing?

That makes it twice
she's disappeared on us.

She's your responsibility,
Tagg.

You brought her in.
You get to find her.

I want an update
first thing in the morning.

- Don't spoil me.
You'll never get rid of me.

Was this your father's?

- Yeah. He let me wear it
whenever I got sick.

So, I scrubbed the security
footage at the boutique.

I didn't have to at the mall
because all the cameras

conveniently went offline

an hour before
you were attacked.

Either way, I'm really pleased
he didn't do more damage.

Can you explain this?

- I got that
in the mail yesterday.

Before I slipped it to you.

It's supposed to be Levitsky's,

but it's just not his style.

- This can't be real.
This implicates my father.

- Levitsky didn't write that.

The mole did.

- Sara. Where have you been?
Your phone was off.

- I'm sorry. I lost track
of time, compiling data.

- Have you heard from Gray?

- No. We lose her again?

- This actually smells of Tagg.

- Wait, Tagg?

- She didn't come home
last night.

With what happened to Levitsky,

I'd feel terrible
if anything happened to her.

- We can't trust him, Sara.

- Let me know if she
makes contact.

- We can't trust anyone,
but each other.

[light music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

George.

- It's so nice to meet you.

Please, have a seat.

[laughing]

I'd appreciate it if this
meeting stayed between us.

If Sophie found out,
I'd be sleeping in the garage.

- Hmm.
- But look...

I think you should
be allowed to see Rose.

But it's not my call.

I only ever met one
of my grandparents,

and she passed away
when I was four.

I have no memories of her.

It's not fair to deprive Rose.
It's not right.

- What has my daughter
told you about me?

- Nothing.

Sophie's never said one word.

No pictures, no keepsakes.
Nothing.

And I had assumed you were dead
and it was too painful

for her to talk about.

You know, the first
I ever heard of you

was when Sophie's dad got
drunk off his ass

at our rehearsal dinner.

Since then, I've heard
a lot from Ben.

He idolizes you.

I'm sure Sophie blames you
for all of his drug problems.

- What? Wh... what?

No. No. No.

Ben's... Ben's a great kid.

- Agree, totally.

We don't send him money anymore.
We just can't.

I guess last semester.
he sold his textbooks

to buy some ketamine.

I'm late.

- I-I-I need you to-
I need you to help me see Rose.

You can let me know
when you're taking her out

to a park maybe, or do you ever
pick her up from school?

I-I could go with you one day.

You could say I'm a friend,
a co-worker.

- Um, I'm sorry.

[door opens and closes]

[birds calling]

[soft music]

- Okay.

- Who is he?
- Oh, he's...

Tagg's oldest friend
from way back.

- You really think
it could be Tagg?

- For all I know,
it could be you.

[chuckling]

None for me.

- Hmm. Yeah, why not?

- Oh, Winston's little girl,
all right.

He never turned down a drink.

- Can we talk about
your friend Tagg?

- That fuck.

You know, his father
was an oral surgeon

and his mother
was a psychiatrist.

I used to say to him,
"That's what you are, all right:

a mindfuck that's
like pulling teeth."

[chuckling]

Never spent a day in the field.

Syria, Yemen, Libya? Not Tagg.

He liked telling other men
what to do,

taking credit
for other men's work

and blaming other men
when an operation ran aground.

Showed his ass
when you went down, Nelly.

He might not have been first
to point a finger at you,

but point, well he did.

Everything you went through
was Tagg's doing. Everything.

Those years you lost?
Your family?

It was lockdown after that.

I would sit in Tagg's office
and he'd literally

be working on his résumé.
[scoffs]

Months and months,
then Chase "Presto" Cornet

sashays in, stinking
of baby powder and gin.

You know why
we called him Presto?

Any sign of trouble, presto!
He'd disappear.

Anyway, Chase calls in Tagg.

Abbott calls in, uh...

- Gold.
- Gold. Gold.

And out walks Cerberus.

And they're going to tell us
how to act.

They're going to watch us.

I'm lucky Tagg just fired me.

He could have put a bullet
through my head

in Macy's window on a whim.
No one would bat an eye.

He did you wrong, Nelly, once.

Watch your back.

[ominous music]

[Gray]: What were
they working on?

- Come on, Cornelia,
I cannot divulge that.

You're my prisoner.

You may never see daylight
again, but I'm your suspect.

You don't have to share
the details,

but I can only buy
you so much time.

Just tell me the progress
you're making.

[ominous music]

- Oh my God.

- I saw how upset you were
on the phone.

Come on. Talk to me.
You know you want to.

Did you get bad news?

[indistinct chatter on TV]

- Jesus. Jesus Christ.

- I came to tuck you in.
- Oh.

- You were talking with Chase

before I left
with him yesterday.

- So?

- Did he tell you
he was taking me

to the Pentagon?
Or did you have me followed?

- N-no. Neither!

- Hmm.

Or did you task someone
with killing me?

[Tagg scoffs]
- Hmm.

- God.
- Yeah.

- Cornelia, we're friends.

- Yes, you're the friend
I thought about

every day for 20 years.

- Okay, look.

I regret saying that thing
about the concrete box.

I'm sorry.
I apologize for saying that.

- If you're the mole...

...and I will find out
if you are,

I won't put you
in a concrete box.

I'll put you in a brass urn.

- Mm-hmm.
[chuckling]

- Tell me about the, uh,

IEP... 485.

- The IEP-485?

- Yeah.
- Oh.

You know...
[clears throat]

...this is fantasy.

I opposed the IEP
just to sell it?

[chuckling]
So I could buy a beach house?

And, uh, riding lessons?

- I read your testimony.

You're not the type
to be bothered

by high fatality rates.

[laughing]

Why did you really oppose it?

- I don't care who's lying
and who's not.

You want the truth?
My job has never been

to get the truth. My job
has been to craft the truth.

And to hell
with Christina Gold.

- Well, what does
David think about that?

- Oh, what did you do?
Where is he?

- On the sofa. He must have
dozed off watching the news.

- David doesn't doze.
He's never dozed.

- Well, maybe he took
something to help him sleep?

- Jesus Christ!

[tense music]

Lydia! Oh, baby.

Oh, baby, there you are.
Thank God for that.

Daddy's here. Don't worry.

- Are you okay?

I really came to say I'm okay,

in case you were worried

that Chase left me
in a ditch somewhere,

or the person you say
you didn't--

- I did not send anyone.

[baby cooing]

- I believe you.

Because we're friends.

- Sorry. I got spooked.

- No. I'm sorry.

- No. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.

[baby cooing]

[distant dog barking]

Ugh.

[groaning]

[ominous music]

[tense music]